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I Think It's Time to Switch Roles

Multiple ending options: Mattheo Riddle x Reader or Tom Riddle x Reader

Word count: approx. 3.5k

Summary: Some boys get away with everything - especially Mattheo Riddle, Hogwarts's most notorious playboy. After he cheats on you, though, you decide it's high time he gets a taste of his own medicine. And who better to help you on this mission but his brother?

🎵: Like a Boy - Ciara

Warnings/be aware: mentions of cheating, playboy!Mattheo being playboy!Mattheo, ooc!Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle isn't Voldemort, Blaise is really mean in this fic sorry guys

Pics (ltr): mine, esaminiv on Pinterest here, Pinterest here

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You laid in bed, staring at the top of the canopy above you, your eyes full of tears. How could this have happened? The air streaming in from your dormitory window was cold, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to cover your body with a blanket, instead allowing your shivers to add to your misery. Sniffling, you wiped your tears, only to feel harder sobs take hold of your chest as you curled up into a sad little ball on top of your comforter.

You hadn’t even wanted to say yes to Mattheo Riddle in the first place. You should’ve listened to that voice in your head when he’d asked you to go with him to Slughorn’s holiday party, how could you have been so stupid? But between the “in” to the exclusive club that he’d provided you and the encouragement of your friends who thought he was hot, you’d cracked. Even though you’d heart the rumors – Mattheo Riddle was a player, he never stayed with anyone for longer than three dates, he was a chronic cheater – you told yourself that it was fine, you were only saying yes to one date. Then you found yourself saying yes to another, and another. By the end of the month, you and Mattheo were an item.

Or so you’d thought. He’d never said he was your boyfriend, but you’d believed that was at least the direction in which your relationship was heading. You studied together in the library multiple times a week, went to Hogsmeade together every time there was an outing, and you’d even worn his jersey to the last Quidditch game. After rough practices, you patched him up. He confided in you about his difficult home life and how he was trying to quit drinking so much, and you were his biggest supporter as he’d worked to break the habit. The two of you held hands when you were walking to classes or at parties and he never hesitated to pull you into a broom closet for a quick snog before the two of you went your separate ways throughout the day. You’d had everything but the title, essentially, and you’d fallen hard.

Then, that morning, you’d walked into the Great Hall for breakfast only to see him with his arm around Lisa Turpin, smirking as he whispered something into her ear…just like he’d done with you the day before.

Determined not to let him get away with it, you’d stormed towards their table, shouting, berating him, the whole nine yards. In return, he’d laughed in your face, telling you that the two of you had never really been in a relationship. According to him, he was free to flirt with whoever he liked. You’d rolled your eyes and called him some choice insults before storming off, only breaking down once you’d reached the safety of your dormitory.

You’d dealt with playboys and cheaters before, but nothing like this. Most of them were at least a little embarrassed of their behavior and tried to hide their tendencies. Mattheo, on the other hand, had been utterly blatant. Maybe you only had yourself to blame for not asking him whether he thought of himself as your boyfriend. But still – you’d think that after over a month of consistently going out on dates, holding hands, and snogging, he would’ve at least warned you before he started seeing someone else.

“I can’t stand him!” you shouted to no one in particular, alone in your dormitory. Sitting up abruptly, you hurled a pillow across the room in frustration, and then another. The image of Mattheo and Lisa together kept replaying in your mind. You were tempted to break down again, but you fought the urge.

If Mattheo was convinced that the two of you had never been in a relationship, you were going to show him just how right he was. You hadn’t even wanted to go out with him in the first place, after all. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you wiped away the remaining evidence of your tears, smoothing your hair and your robes. You could be just as unbothered as he was.

After a trip to the bathroom, where you’d washed your face and sorted yourself out, you spotted your textbooks in the corner of the bedroom. Your connection with Mattheo had distracted you from studying, with your desire to spend time with him overpowering your knowledge that you should be revising for Potions and Transfiguration. Well, that wasn’t a problem anymore. Stupid boys might fail you, but knowledge and stellar marks never would. Trying your best to hold your head high, you picked up your books and headed to the library.

Good for you, you told yourself. You could’ve stayed in bed crying all weekend, but you didn’t. You’re going to process all of this productively. You weren’t sure whether you believed it. Taking deep breaths in and out, you struggled to keep your emotions in check.

As you walked through the hallways, you felt the stares of your classmates who’d seen the events of that morning in the Great Hall. Pressing your lips together determinedly, you ignored them, your eyes straight ahead as you strode down the corridor. Your shoes tapped clearly against the stone floor as if to punctuate your determination.

Finally, you reached the library. Because it was the weekend, it was crowded with students in your year and the year above struggling to get their NEWT revising completed during the large chunk of free time. As more eyes lifted from books and pieces of parchment to focus on you, you escaped your fellow classmates through the stacks. Immersing yourself deeper in the library, you finally found yourself an empty table in solitude near the Restricted Section.

To your relief, you actually managed to study in peace for a few hours. The rhythmic nature of Ancient Runes translations helped to take your mind off your troubles and gave you a sense of accomplishment. You found a rhythm and also knocked out a short Charms essay before switching gears to Potions. Your life outside the stacks might have been chaos, but inside the library, there was only your brain turning and the scratching of your quill – peace. Unfortunately, your peace didn’t last forever.

As you outlined your Potions essay on a spare piece of parchment, a shadow passed across the table in front of you and you lifted your gaze to see none other than Tom Riddle in front of you.

Shoot.

Of all people to be exploring the depths of the library that day, one of them had to be Mattheo’s brother? Granted, with regards to temperament, it was difficult to tell that they were related. Mattheo was a partier and fell asleep in more lectures than he paid attention to, while Tom was an upstanding student, the Head Boy who was known for his perfect marks. But most of the time you’d spent around him had been while you were with Mattheo. Though he was known for being cold, Tom had been polite, even bordering on friendly, to you. You’d seen it as a great sign – his brother likes me! Maybe this will work out! Now, though, anything that reminded you of Mattheo – Tom included – made you want to scream. Fighting back tears, you struggled to ignore his presence, forcing your eyes back to the words on the page in front of you.

Thankfully, he disappeared into the stacks for a moment, but he was back soon enough, examining the options on the shelves ahead of you again. You bit your lip hard, needing some way to excise your irritation. Couldn’t he see that you were trying to concentrate? As his footsteps echoed through the Restricted Section, you reread the section you’d been trying to get through for the past five minutes in your textbook. Taking notes in an effort to force your brain to focus, you weren’t aware of how hard you were pressing the quill into the parchment until –

Snap.

“SERIOUSLY?”

You hadn’t intended to shout, but your exclamation as the pieces of your quill flew through the air attracted a harsh “sshhh!” from Madame Pince across the library, as well as the attention of one Tom Riddle. Sensing him staring at you, you felt even more flustered and covered your face with your hands in exasperation.

“Are you alright?”

You uncovered your eyes to see him watching you, looking mildly taken aback. His usual flat expression was complimented by a furrowed brow and slightly widened eyes. It was probably the first time you’d seen him look surprised by anything.

“I’m fine, Riddle.”

In the hopes that he would drop the subject and move on to whatever book he was looking for next, you began rifling through your bag, looking for another quill. You weren’t so lucky.

“You can just Reparo those, you know.”

You sighed. Of course he would choose this moment to make you look stupid.

“I know, but that involves getting up to get it,” you retorted, pursing your lips in frustration as you continued to search the depths of your bag for another quill.

“Accio.” In the blink of an eye, the bits of your snapped quill floated off the floor and sped towards Tom. He deposited them back on your table, raising an eyebrow.

“Right,” you sighed, feeling like an idiot. “Sorry. My brain must not be working today.”

“It’s nothing,” he replied evenly. He paused for a moment, then continued, his gaze connecting with yours. “I hope you’re alright.”

He didn’t sound particularly compassionate, but he didn’t seem sarcastic either. Nevertheless, you didn’t want to confront your feelings about the events of that morning, and definitely not in front of him. You shook your head, breaking the eye contact as you picked up the pieces of your broken quill and set them in front of you.

“I don’t want to talk about it, Riddle,” you stated firmly, waving your wand as you did so. Your quill reassembled itself in front of you, becoming useable again.

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about,” he responded. “I merely thought that you seemed overwhelmed.” Your eyes widened in surprise.

“Did you not see…” you trailed off, your cheeks reddening in embarrassment. There was no way you could avoid talking about it now. “Did no one tell you about what your idiot brother did this morning?” He shrugged.

“My idiot brother does things ranging from unremarkable to awe-inspiringly ridiculous in character almost every day,” he answered dryly, pressing his lips together. “You’re going to have to be more specific.” You inhaled sharply.

“Your idiot brother spent all of breakfast cuddling and flirting with Lisa Turpin in front of me.”

“Oh.” Tom looked taken aback once again.

“Yeah.”

Your words hung in the air for a moment as he watched you.

“I’ll kill him.”

“I – what?” Tom and Mattheo were always bickering back and forth and disagreeing, but you’d kind of assumed that Tom would stick by his brother on this one. He didn’t seem like the sort of person who cared very much about preserving others’ feelings, considering the amount of times you’d heard about him leaving students who were caught out of bed past curfew quaking in their boots. Yet, the sudden intensity in his face sent shivers down your spine.

“I’ll kill him,” he repeated, his eyes connecting with yours again. He shook his head in frustration. “You were way too good for him. I told him it was time to grow up, to take something seriously for once. I suppose I shouldn't be shocked that he didn't listen."

“You…that's nice of you," you replied, a bit surprised that he would actually stand up for you like that. "Thanks." You shot him a sad little smile, your eyes welling up with tears. The reality that you and Mattheo were over hit you once again, and you let out a deep breath, trying to will yourself not to break down. You covered your face with your hands, but glanced back up as you heard Tom let out an aggravated sigh that echoed through the stacks.

“I hate that he’s like this,” he spat, shaking his head as he pulled the chair across from you out from under the table and sat down. “It’s like he has to make everything as difficult as possible.”

“It’s not just him,” you admitted, your gaze downcast. “The boys here are really awful.” Then you glanced up at him, remembering that he, too, was a Hogwarts boy. “No offense, of course.”

“None taken,” he drawled, letting out a little scoff. “They’re immature children, you should say so.” He paused, shaking his head. “My brother, though, he wakes up every morning and chooses to act this way, which is worse.”

“I thought it was just his coping mechanism,” you confessed, your trust in Tom growing with his own admittance. “I thought he’d finally shaken it for my sake…how could I be so stupid?”

“Don’t believe for a second that this is your fault.” Ordinarily it would’ve sounded comforting, but from his mouth, it sounded almost like a reprimand as he looked you sharply in the eye. “It’s his absurd behavior.” He ran a hand through his normally impeccable curls, and for a moment you couldn’t help but think that they looked better a little messy. “I wish I could get him to change, I just don’t know how.”

“The one puzzle the brilliant Tom Riddle can’t solve,” you joked without really thinking, but although he raised an eyebrow at you, there was no malice in it. “I’d love it if someone figured out how to knock some sense into him,” you added.

“One day, he’ll get his,” Tom remarked dryly. “I’d love to watch someone that he really likes do to him what he’s been doing to other people for years.”

Suddenly, something clicked, and you both stared at each other.

“Wait,” you began, a little smirk creeping up on your face. “Hear me out. I think I know how to teach your brother a lesson.”

“I’m listening.”

Brooms in hand, Mattheo, Blaise, and Theo exited the Slytherin Common Room, eager to start a game of Quidditch on the Hogwarts grounds before the afternoon sun slipped behind the clouds.

“Mate, Turpin was so into you this morning,” Blaise declared as they stepped through the door, which disappeared back into the wall behind them. “That was crazy, she’s so hot.”

Theo crinkled his nose. “Nah, that was weird, Matt. I thought you were still with Y/L/N.” Mattheo chuckled.

“Hey, I’m over that,” he responded with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I dunno where Y/L/N got the idea that we were together.” Theo shook his head.

“Just trying to keep up, man.”

“Hey, don’t knock his game!” Blaise interjected. “That was legendary.” Mattheo grimaced.

“Calm down, mate,” he interjected, glancing at Blaise this time. “I – “ He paused suddenly, his mouth snapping shut.

“What?” Blaise asked, looking back over toward his friend in confusion. Following Mattheo’s line of sight, he realized exactly what had stolen the air from his lungs.

You stood with your back against the cold, brick wall of the dungeons, biting your lip as your eyes danced flirtatiously in the dim light. In front of you, leaning against the wall was none other than Tom Riddle, who smirked as you whispered something in his ear. As you giggled, he placed a hand on your waist, his thumb stroking the bare skin of your back underneath your top.

“What in the name of Salazar is this?” Mattheo roared, storming towards the two of you. You couldn’t help but let out a real giggle as he stormed towards you, and you turned your head to acknowledge him as Tom continued to pin you against the wall.

“Oh, hi Matty,” you greeted innocently as Tom finally stood back up to allow you to sink your teeth in. “How are you? Lovely day out, isn’t it?”

“What are you doing with him?” Mattheo demanded, gesturing violently at his brother.

“Oh, well Tom and I have been getting on quite well,” you answered, continuing to bait him with your act.

“I can see that,” he retorted furiously, turning to his brother. “What’re you doing, having a go at Y/N?”

“I can do whatever I like, seeing as you’re with Turpin,” Tom stated evenly.

“But Y/N and I were…were…” You grinned smugly as he fumbled with his words. His gaze snapped back to you. “You can’t just snog me, and then go off and snog my brother!”

“We haven’t been snogging, Matty.” You widened your eyes, batting your lashes at him. Hook, line, and sinker. “Besides, since we were never dating or anything, I figured you wouldn’t have a problem with me and Tom spending some time together. Was I wrong?”

Mattheo’s face contorted as he sputtered, struggling for an excuse that he couldn’t find. You snuck a glance at Tom, who was looking back at you with interest.

“You can’t do this,” Mattheo declared angrily.

“What?” you asked sweetly before your eyes darkened. “Act like you did?”

His face fell, and he didn’t even have to say anything for you to know that he’d finally cracked. He let out a heavy breath of concession, shaking his head.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he said sincerely, running a hand through his chronically messy hair. “You got me, I really messed up. Can you forgive me?” You raised a skeptical eyebrow, your hand on your hip.

“That depends, are you going to keep making moves on Turpin or whoever?”

“Lisa Turpin was a huge mistake!” he pleaded. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. We got too flirty when we talked and I just got caught up. I’ll never do it again.”

MATTHEO ENDING

You took a deep breath. You hadn’t considered what you would do if your plan with Tom actually worked – should you take Mattheo back? Did he deserve it?

“Will you be my boyfriend? And date me, and only me?” You watched him seriously. “I won’t keep running back to you, Mattheo. If you can’t commit to me, we’re done.”

“I should’ve committed to you ages ago,” he replied ardently, stepping towards you. You hesitated slightly, but didn’t back away. “You’re the one for me, Y/N. I just…we got so close so quickly, and I got scared. I should never have pushed you away. You’ll never need to keep running back to me. I’ll do all the work to keep you from here on out, I promise you that.”

You took a deep breath. As difficult as it would be to trust him again, you felt like he deserved one more chance.

“It’s going to take some time for me to trust you again, Matty,” you murmured, stepping closer to him and taking his hands in yours. “But I want to try. I- I’ll give you another chance.”

He hugged you fiercely, clinging to you as though he was terrified someone would take you from him.

“Thank you,” he breathed, his eyes welling up with emotion. “I don’t deserve it. I’ll do everything I can to make it up to you, Y/N.”

You kissed his forehead gently, running your hand through his curls. “We should talk some more,” you suggested. He nodded in agreement.

“Let’s go to my room,” he said. Taking your hand in his, he stepped away, but turned back to face Tom after a moment. “If you ever do that again, I will kill you.”

“Like you could if you wanted to,” Tom replied, shooting his brother a withering look.

As the two of you passed by Mattheo’s friends, you glared at Blaise. You’d overheard parts of their conversation echoing down the hall as you and Tom had executed your plan, and it took great willpower on your part to hold yourself back from flattening Zabini where he stood. You could’ve sworn you saw him let out a tremor of fear.

TOM ENDING

You let out a deep breath. He sounded so sincere, so heartbroken. But he’d also turned the tables on you in less than a day – one day he couldn’t wait to spend time with you, and the next he was snuggled up to someone else in front of everyone. Your lip curled, and you shook your head.

“I can’t trust you, Mattheo,” you said firmly. “And without trust, our ‘not-relationship’ or whatever we had means nothing. I’m sure I’ll forgive you in time, but I won’t have you back.”

“Please, Y/N,” he begged. “I should have committed to you long ago. All I want is to be your boyfriend, to be yours.” He took another step towards you. “I need you.”

You would’ve given so much to hear those words the day before, but with the image of him and Lisa Turpin together burned into your mind, they seemed so meaningless. Besides, you’d realized while executing this plan that there was a boy at Hogwarts who was exactly what you were looking for. Tom was focused and intelligent, and way more mature than anyone you’d had feelings for before, Mattheo included. Even though you’d planned the whole thing out, there’d definitely been a spark between the two of you a moment ago – the flirtatious look in his eyes had felt so real and his touch was addicting.

Normally, you wouldn’t even consider something like this – fancying Tom after going out with Mattheo seemed wrong. But after what Mattheo had done, you reasoned, anything was on the table.

“No, Mattheo,” you responded, shaking your head. “I hope you take this as a lesson. Treat Turpin or whoever you end up with right, and don’t take people for granted. You’ve lost me, Matty.”

He stared at you coldly, the sadness on his face replaced with emptiness. “Fine. Suit yourself, Y/N.” He paused, looking between you and Tom. “But that little stunt that you two pulled? That was messed up.”

You felt frustration and anger rise in your chest again. Maybe your plan hadn’t been the most straightforward strategy, but it was a last resort. Besides, what he’d done to you was the definition of messed up. Stepping forward, a little smirk spread across your face as your patience snapped.

“You want to know what’s messed up, Mattheo?” you murmured, centering yourself in front of him and lowering your voice to a whisper.

“I think I like your brother better.”

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sinsirellaxx · 1 day

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I have a request… this is my first one ever so I apologize if it’s not somthing you’d write but I love your ‘toxic’ reader with the toxic Slytherin boys.

Anyways Would you be able to write somthing that is toxic-ish reader with toxic Slytherin boys- inspired by like a boy by Ciara. Maybe the boys are cheating and the reader gets back at them and treats them how the reader was treated?

Thank you so much! I love your writing smmmm! 🩷🩷🩷🩷

Slytherin boys – what would they do if you got back at them for cheating?

Warning: Toxic relationship

A/N: Thank you so much for your kind words and for sending your very first request to me! 🥹 Hope you'll like it!

Mattheo …

… cheated on you one month into your relationship. Why? He couldn’t wait with intimacy that long. He was just a boy with urges after all.

… had rolled his eyes when you had told him to fuck off, knowing you’d be back soon.

… however, was shocked, when he found you sitting in the girl’s lap, he had cheated on you with in the common room, entangled in a make out session.

… had blinked dumbly at you, when you told him that you just wanted to see if the girl was worth cheating with, shrugging as you claimed to have tasted better.

… throws his phone at the wall, when the sixth call that evening goes straight to your mailbox – you had stood him up. With a huff he’d storm out of his room and straight to yours only to be met by the sight of you between another boy’s legs.

… he angrily stormed out when you just smirked at him with an ‘oopsie’, promising himself to get you back.

Theodore …

… would always roll his eyes at you whenever you got jealous.

… would cheat on you with the girl he told you not to worry about.

… is shocked to find you sucking off his best friend. You wouldn’t go down on your boyfriend but him? Theo has the audacity to be offended.

… takes a few days to himself before he tells you that you are even now and to stop with the madness. You just nod innocently at him, which puts his mind at ease.

… the following weeks he’d occasionally catch you flirt with others, even seeing you with another boy in Hogsmeade.

… he’d be furious with you – completely jealous.

… would want to go through your messages or tell you to stop talking to all those boys. When his demands were met with an annoyed you, rolling your eyes at him he was shook.

Lorenzo …

… would throw hands if you cheated on him. He’d immediately pull the other boy away from you and start punching him.

… would gape at you in pure shock when you pulled him away and told him to stop being a freaking hypocrite.

… couldn’t sleep after that – he’d turn into this possessive boyfriend who wanted to be with you 24/7.

… is shocked when you start ghosting him.

… in complete denial – how could you be so cruel to him, when he was nothing but sweet to you? Minus all the times he cheated, stood you up, controlled you etc. – just minor inconveniences, right?

Draco …

… is shocked that a sweet girl such as you could cheat on him? It does not make any sense to him.

… he’d be devastated and tell you that he wasn’t sure if he could forgive you. Honestly, he is the biggest hypocrite.

… he’d be speechless if you just shrugged your shoulders and told him that you hadn’t forgiven him either – so, you were fine with that. Draco would be surprised that he needed to be forgiven for anything?

Blaise …

… would be heartbroken. Yes, he had treated you like that first but how could his princess hurt his fragile heart like that?

… would drown in self-pity if he caught you in bed with the boy you told him not to worry about.

… would forgive you because he knew deep down that he had deserved that.

… would be trapped in a toxic relationship with you and even if he worked on himself – who knew if you would?

Tom …

… would probably be sent to Azkaban if he found out you cheated on him even if you did it first.

… would be livid with you. Because how dare you?

… would call you names, totally ignoring the fact that he started this whole mess.

… would try to gaslight you into apologizing and try to make you feel like the villain but is shocked to find out that you are stronger than he had thought.

… would be twice as possessive as before and if you refused to be controlled, he’d just try to keep everyone else away.

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e-dubbc11 · 10 months

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Songbird

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Ah, let’s see…in this part, none really I don’t think.

Word Count: 3.3k-ish

Summary: Part 1 of 3 (maybe 4, if you guys like longer fics, it will be 3) You live in the same building as the “Penthouse Playboy” as you call him. He eavesdrops on you singing in the stairwell and is immediately smitten but you rebuff his charms. It goes back and forth between Reader and Billy's POV. The two songs used in this chapter are Paint It, Black by Ciara and Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman by Bryan Adams

A/N: Based off this ask from my lovely Lily @munsonownsmyass

Okay, a little idea for you 🩷 We know Billy is charming and could get any woman he wants. But... what if he one night meets a woman who doesn't swoon? Someone who doesn't fall for his smooth talking or handsome looks? Of course she's interested (who wouldn't be?), but she's a tough nut to crack. Billy is instantly intrigued and wants to win her over.

I had the idea of a singer reader for awhile now and I thought combined with this ask, it sounded like a perfect combination so I hope you enjoy this and I do have a playlist that goes along with this, it's linked with the series masterlist.

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The sky appeared heavy with the promise of a storm that had not yet broken. Would it be rain or would it be snow? It was difficult to tell on this cold afternoon in November, walking home from work.

Everyone on the sidewalk rushed past you and desperately wanted to get indoors before the sky opened up. They didn’t care if they bumped into you or if they knocked your purse off of your shoulder…THEY had to get inside before the rain or snow melted them into the sidewalk next to you. It was an amusing scenario to think about.

Walking in the rain and snow never bothered you. It soothed you, helped to calm you down after a rough day. You did want to get home soon to practice for tomorrow night but you didn’t rush, you took your time walking home, stopping to look in storefront windows and coffee shops.

You could smell the delicious roasted nuts from the vendors on the street from a block away, a baby crying in a stroller coming toward you, and a couple arguing as they drank their coffee walking ahead of you.

Those were just some of the sights and sounds the city produced on a daily basis and on your walk home every day, they were all different. No two days were the same, it kept you on your toes.

A cold droplet landed on the tip of your nose. As you looked around, there were little white flakes floating down, surrounding you as you watched them hit the ground and instantly disappear.

The ground was still a little warm for the snowflakes to stick to the sidewalk but they sparkled like a carpet of diamonds on the patches of grass and the bare tree branches as you continued your walk past the park toward your apartment building.

When you walked inside, you saw him standing in front of the mailboxes. His nickname was “The Penthouse Playboy.” You had no idea what his actual name was so that’s the nickname you came up with for him. He was always bringing home different women, no one steady.

Sure, he was incredibly handsome, an impeccable dresser, and he had a smile that could melt your insides but you knew his type. You knew it a little too well, you dated plenty like him and they were all the same…handsome, charming, and could smooth talk the pants right off of you.

You decided to hang back a little before checking your mail.

He’s made eyes at you a couple of times, those endless dark eyes that looked like two wells of black ink. You could definitely lose yourself in those eyes but you were immune to his charms.

You’d always give him a polite smile but that was it. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to the women he brought home, they were as dumb as a box of rocks but they were very beautiful.

Finally, he headed for the elevators and you could get your mail without an awkward encounter. After checking the mail, you headed up to your not-the-penthouse apartment but it was perfect for you. Changing out of your work clothes, you were trying to remember your set list for tomorrow night.

Your little singing hobby actually turned into a regular weekend gig with a few of your friends. There were a few small intimate clubs that booked you and your band on a semi-regular basis. It wasn’t every weekend but you really were having a lot of fun.

You had always been a little shy when it came to showing off your talent but each time you performed, it became easier. Finding a good place to practice was always a challenge. You didn’t want to bother your neighbors so you never really practiced inside your apartment other than the occasional shower concert.

Your favorite place to practice was actually in the stairwell. It was out of the way, you didn’t really bother anyone and hardly ever ran into anyone while you were out there.

But on your walk home, you had an idea.

Instead of practicing on the same floor as your apartment, you would go up to the top. You thought maybe there’s less of a chance of running into anyone on the top floor. Penthouse Playboy always took the elevator anyway, he wasn’t walking down all of those stairs.

It sounded like a perfect plan.

Billy

It was almost time for you to leave and meet Agent Madani for a drink. After adjusting the cufflinks on your shirt, you added an extra spritz of cologne before putting on your jacket and locking up.

Removing the key from the door lock, you noticed how quiet it was at the top. No one else to wait for the elevator with, it was just you. It was lonely sometimes but you didn’t do relationships, they were a weakness. The company you kept was sporadic and in a matter of hours, they were gone and you’d never see them again. You liked it that way.

You had awhile to wait before the elevator stopped at the top and that’s when you heard her. The melody was coming from the stairwell and it was…beautiful. You needed to find out who she was so you crept closer to the door to see if you could see her face. The dull ache in your chest caught you off guard, it was incessant.

As you inched closer, you finally recognized the song but it was slowed down. It was a version you had never heard before.

I see a red door and I want it painted black

No colors anymore, I want them to turn black

I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes

I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black

With flowers and my love both never to come back

I see people turn their heads and quickly look away

Like a newborn baby, it just happens every day

Paralyzed in place, you stood in silence listening to her. You made sure to stay away from the window of the door so she couldn’t see you and she finally turned so you could see her face, her beautiful face to go along with her beautiful voice. You’ve seen her many times before, getting her mail, talking in the lobby with the neighbors or helping them with their groceries.

She was the only woman that didn’t fall apart at your feet when you would smile at her and was completely immune to your charms. You knew deep down that she was probably too good for you.

Madani was a tough egg to crack too but not like your little songbird here, she liked to play hardball. She would ignore you most times while getting her mail, you’d steal glances at her in an elevator full of people but she never looked back.

That feeling of vulnerability would take over when you would see her but you didn’t like feeling that way. You were used to being in control but seeing her took you out of the driver’s seat and threw you into the trunk.

It was difficult to keep this new feeling you were experiencing under control, you were a marine, a soldier…you were always composed and unemotional. Emotions will get you killed and you were definitely in the line of fire after listening to her sing.

Her hypnotic voice had made you late for drinks. You were never late for anything. She was like a siren enticing a sailor. Your little songbird wasn’t just a mission anymore, these feelings she had stirred up inside of you were something that maybe you could give into for the first time in your life, but will she let you?

You

Sound check went well, it felt good, and you were ready for tonight. Your makeup, hair and outfit were perfect. The club was intimate and the dim lights were a welcome sight as opposed to the bright fluorescent ones in the stairwell in your apartment building.

The stairs outside the penthouse were a perfect place to practice, you didn’t see a single person and you weren’t interrupted at all but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched as you sang but that couldn’t be, could it? But you forgot all about it as it got closer to show time.

There were a lot of familiar faces in the crowd tonight, a lot of the same people came to see you sing each time you performed. You didn’t want to call them “groupies” but let’s face it, they were groupies. They’d sit at the front tables, bring you flowers and hang on your every word.

And you thought getting cat called walking by a construction site was bad, these guys didn’t let up for almost the entire show. The club actually provided you with some security so they couldn’t come near you which you were thankful for.

But you had a sinking feeling, tonight was going to be an interesting one.

Billy

This was the second night in a row you had met Dinah out for drinks, you could tell she wanted to sleep with you by the way she would lean into you as she sipped her drink or brush up against you when she excused herself to go to the restroom. You knew she was using you for something that you couldn’t quite put your finger on yet.

Walking in the crisp autumn air next to her, you were trying to listen as she talked and talked and that’s when you heard it. Paint It, Black…slowed down just like your songbird had been singing it. The music was coming from up ahead, from a club called Berlin.

You turned to Dinah. “Let’s go in here for a drink.”

She looked at you confused. “I thought we were goin’ back to my place.”

“Well, I wanna have a drink here first.” You said, walking ahead of her. And however a sure thing she was, she wasn’t what you desired anymore. She wanted you but you wanted another and when you looked up at that stage, you swore your heart skipped a beat.

It WAS her.

She looked even more beautiful than when you saw her in the stairwell. The way she held the audience's gaze and captivated them with her voice, you stopped dead in your tracks. Her voice gave you goosebumps.

I look inside myself and see my heart is black

I see my red door I must have it painted black

Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts

It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black

She performed like she was born to do it. The microphone was a part of her hand, she held it so naturally and interacted with the audience with just a couple of glances and smiles in their direction.

They loved her.

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue

I could not foresee this thing happening to you

If I look hard enough into the setting sun

My love will laugh with me before the morning comes

She glanced over to the side of the stage where you were standing with Dinah and her face froze for the briefest of seconds before going back to her performance. She obviously was not expecting to see you there and you could feel Dinah burning a hole in the back of your head because you were ignoring her.

She kept trying to get your attention but you wanted to listen to her finish the song because you weren’t able to the night before.

I wanna see it painted, painted black

Black as night, black as coal

I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky

I see a red door and I want it painted black

No colors any more, I want them to turn black

I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes

I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

Hmm, hmm, hmm...

She made eye contact with you again, you made sure to clap louder than anyone else in that room, and the slightest of smiles stretched across her face as she bit down on her bottom lip to try and keep you from seeing.

At that point, you couldn’t deny it anymore. You were smitten and determined to make her yours.

You

As you started to sing your next song, you looked over to your left again, through the stage lights there was no mistaking that it was definitely your Penthouse Playboy. He was still there and he had a date with him…and why wouldn’t he?

She was beautiful, dark hair, deep brown eyes and glowing tan skin, but her eyes quickly narrowed when she saw the way he was looking at you.

Clearly, he wanted your attention but you were determined not to give it to him no matter how handsome he was, no matter how loud he clapped for you and no matter how many times he flashed that perfect smile at you.

Trading cash for a table close to the stage, he sat down with his date. Of course he sat down closest to you and instantly became one of your “groupies.” He hung on your every word and paid zero attention to his date, no matter how hard she flirted with him. She removed her jacket to reveal a silk camisole underneath, with lace detail decorating the top. Surely that would grab his attention…but it didn’t.

To really love a woman

To understand her, you gotta know her deep inside

Hear every thought, see every dream

And give her wings when she wants to fly

Then when you find yourself lyin' helpless in her arms

You know you really love a woman

When you love a woman, you tell her that she's really wanted

When you love a woman, you tell her that she's the one

'Cause she needs somebody, to tell her that it's gonna last forever

So, tell me have you ever really, really, really, ever loved a woman? Yeah

Your Penthouse Playboy was staring at you like you had hung the stars in the sky, looking at you in a way you’ve never seen him look at any of the women he brought home before. Apparently you had a knack for being in the lobby at the same time he was when he would bring a “date” home with him.

You made sure to show your regular admirers more attention than him, before taking your break for the evening. The members of the band always took their break outside where you preferred to stay on your stool which is when your smooth talker made his move toward the stage.

Security stopped him before he could get too close but you were kind of intrigued as to what he had to say to you.

“It’s alright, Nick. You can let him through.” You said, sitting down at the edge of the stage with your feet dangling off.

With a concerned look on his face, Nick said “You sure, y/n? I’ve never seen this one before.”

Your Penthouse Playboy scoffed at being called “this one” which made you smile a little too hard.

“No, really it’s ok. He lives in my building.” You said. “Or should I say, I live in HIS building. He looks down at all the peasants under him that DON’T live in the penthouse.” You said with a slightly wicked grin.

You could tell that comment got under his skin a little.

Nick was glaring at Penthouse Playboy as he walked back over to the other side of the stage and left you alone with your new admirer. He was trying his hardest to charm you just with his smile but this wasn’t your first rodeo. His type was all the same and you’ve fallen for it one too many times.

“You, uh…have a really beautiful voice.” He said, leaning in closer to you.

“Thank you.” You said indifferently and took a sip of your water. “What made you descend from on high to come mingle with the common folk?”

“I was walking by and heard you singing.” He said with a tough expression, matching your indifference.

You glanced in back of him at his date sitting by herself at the table.

“I don’t think your date appreciates you talking to me.” You said.

His lips curled back from his teeth as he said “Well right now, I don’t care what she thinks. And right now, I wanna talk to YOU.”

“Oh and you always do what you want, right?” You asked. Sarcasm dripping from your voice and inching even closer to him so you were both breathing the same air.

“Yeah…I do.” He said. “I apologize for never introducing myself before now but you do tend to ignore me when we cross paths…Billy Russo.” With such a short distance in between the two of you, he didn’t have to extend his hand very much for you to shake it.

You finally knew his actual name.

“Well, it’s nice to finally meet you Billy Russo. I’m y/f/n y/l/n.” You said in a harsh whisper.

Billy turned around to glance at his date, she had a scorching glare on her face and he licked his bottom lip as he turned back to face you. The space in between your bodies seemed smaller and his warm breath brushed against your eyelids.

His voice was full of confidence as he said “I’d really love to take you out sometime.”

Shocked that he would have the audacity to ask you out while on a date with another woman, it was another level of confidence or just egotistical, maybe a bit of both.

“I bet you would, Mr. Russo. And you have a lot of balls to ask me out while on a date with someone else. She looks like she wants to spit venom in my face, by the way.” You said.

Motioning for him to come closer so you could whisper in his ear, your hand snaked around the back of his head as you ran your fingers through his ebony colored hair.

“And…you’re gonna have to work a little harder than that, my Penthouse Playboy.” You said sharply, your lip pulled back over clenched teeth and adding a slight tug on his hair before pulling away.

Billy raised his eyebrows at you. “Penthouse Playboy, huh?”

“I didn’t know your name before tonight so I just referred to you as the Penthouse Playboy.” You said with a genuine smile this time.

“Is there something I could do to get you to change that nickname?” He asked.

There was a slight bitterness to your voice as you told him “Like I said, Mr. Russo…you’re gonna have to work a little harder than that. I’m not like the little bimbos you typically bring home.”

You watched as Billy’s date pushed herself away from the table and stormed out of the club, trying to make as much noise as possible on her way out, just as your band members made their way back to the stage.

Pointing to Billy’s empty table, you said to him. “Looks like your date had enough.”

“I guess she did.” He replied, not phased at all.

“Well I do have a set to finish, so you’ll have to excuse me.”

Billy turned to walk away in defeat.

Your expression softened just a little as you said “And Billy?”

He turned back around to face you.

“I’m sorry I ruined your date. I hope you’ll stay for the rest of the set anyway.”

He flashed you that perfect smile again. “You didn’t ruin anything, my little songbird. I’d love to stay. Besides…I have to earn that new nickname, don’t I.”

And with a wink, he headed back to his table and patiently waited to hear what you were going to sing next.

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k-star-holic · 1 year

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Woman in a Veil' Lee Chae-young, The report is sleeping One more hero and 'hot night'

#Woman in a Veil #Storm Ciara #Pabbie #Lee Chae-young #Winter #Eugene #Weekend

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bri1234 · 22 days

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What song(s) do you relate to a Choices book survey results!

Hello! So it's been about a week and there are a few responses from the Google form I sent out! The form is attached at the bottom of all this so if you want to take it, you still can!

I will continue to update this if there are any more responses.

Also if you see your song on here but not the additional comment (if you left one) and would like it on here, just let me know and I'll add it!

So without further ado, let's jump right in!

Songs that relate to a Choices book (chosen by you guys!):

Across the Void

Remember Me as A Time of Day by Explosions in the Sky

Blades of Light & Shadow

Two by Sleeping at Last

Comment was "MC's deeply unhealthy desire to put everyone else's wellbeing first (book 2)."

Degenerates by I the Mighty

In My Head by Jacob Ryan Smith, Daniel Mertzlufft, Andrew Barth Feldman, & Joe Serafini

Comment was "Aerin and MC on Deadwood lake date (book 1)."

Falling by Write Out Loud, Ciara Renee, and Kat Sicilian

A Courtesan of Rome

I Survived a War by Mariami

Crimes of Passion

In My Blood Song by Joel Smallbone and The Cast Of Journey To Bethlehem

Comment was "I relate this song the Trystan Thorne, specifically Book 2 of CoP, wanting to be the son his parents and country are proud of while being himself."

Arpeggio by Alexandro

Perfect World by Twice

The Cursed Heart

Dream A Little Dream of Me by The Mamas & The Papas

Comment was "It reminds me of how Kieran and MC often would visit each others dreams at night (book 1)."

Power Over Me by Dermot Kennedy

Without You by Ursine Vulpine

Find You by Ruelle

Die For You by Postmodern Jukebox and Tatum Langley

Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey

Comment was “MC thinking about their mortality and how someday they won’t be young and beautiful.”

Dirty Little Secrets

"Slut!" by Taylor Swift

Suburban Legends by Taylor Swift

The Elementalists

Hedwig's Theme by John Williams

Guinevere

Queen of Heart by Twice

Only Girl by Stephen Sanchez

Hot Couture

Choose Your Fighter by Ava Max

Immortal Desires

Boys Will Be Bugs by Cavetown

End (The Other Side) by Fit For A King

Scars & Lifelines by I Prevail

Death Is All Around by The Amity Affliction

The Death We Seek by Currents

Kindred

Still Don't Know My Name by Labrinth

In Hell I'll Be Good Company by The Dead South

Murder at Homecoming

no body, no crime by Taylor Swift

Nightbound

Songs from the Shadowhunter series: Dynasty , Hurricane, Making a Monster out of Me (Katherine McNamara) , This is the Hunt (Ruelle), Storm (Ruelle) , Bad Dream , Love to Hate You, I am Ember from Katherine McNamara , Hold On (from Chord Oversee) , Glass Slipper (Katherine McNamara) , Paralyzed (NF), Angel with a Shotgun (instead shotgun imagine crossbow) , Brother (Kodaline), Shadowhunter series Finale Song by Ruelle

Open Heart

Symphony of Skin by I The Mighty

Comment was "Romancing Bryce vibes"

Platinum

3 Minutes by Alexi Blue

Red Carpet Diaries

Why Should I? by Alexi Blue

Roommates With Benefits

You Give Love a Bad Name by Bon Jovi

The Royal Romance

Not Your Barbie Girl by Ava Max

Barbie Girl by Aqua

Loves Me Not by Kate Grahn & Will Jay

i wanna be your girlfriend by girl in red

Rules of Engagement

Hair by Little Mix

Surrender

Bad Habits by Ed Sheeran

Here's the Google form if anyone wants to take it! Thank you so much to those of you who have taken the time to do this!!!

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buckybarnesb-tch · 1 year

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Aemond Targaryen Playlist

This is a mixture of young and older Aemond

You’re Gonna Go Far Kid- Pierce the Veil

Brand New Numb- Motionless in White

Burn- 2WEI

For the Dancing and the Dreaming- Erutan

Dragon- Built by Titan

To The Sky- Owl City

Castle- Halsey

I See Fire- Ed Sheeran

Where No One Goes- John Powell

Rise- Katy Perry

Love the Way You Hate Me- Like a Storm

Soft- Motionless in White

Kill or be Killed- New Years Day

Killer in the Mirror- Set it Off

Animal I Have Become- Three Days Grace

Everybody Wants to Rule the World- Lorde

Run Boy Run- Woodkid

King for a Day- Pierce the Veil

Natural- Imagine Dragons

Surface Pressure- Jessica Darrow

The Devil Within- Digital Daggers

Can You Hear Me Now- The Score

Born for This- The Score

Burn it Down- Skillet

Paint It Black- Ciara

Fight Like This- Decyfer Down

Blood//Water- grandson

The Middle- Jimmy Eat World

Young God- Halsey

Echo- Jason Walker

Bad Mother Fucker- MGK

Hold Me Down- Halsey

Who’s Laughing Now- Jessie J

Been to Hell- Hollywood Undead

Broken- lovelytheband

Whatever it Takes- Imagine Dragons

I’ll Be Good- Jaymes Young

Demons- Imagine Dragons

Train Wreck- James Arthur

Warriors- Imagine Dragons

Cold Hard Bitch- Jet

Soldier, Poet, King- The Oh Hellos

Monster- Imagine Dragons

Seven Nation Army- The White Stripes

I’m So Sorry- Imagine Dragons

Outside Looking In- Jordan Pruitt

Start A Fire- Ryan Star

Lonely- Justin Bieber

MONSTERS- Shinedown

Monsters- Katy Sky

Cult Leader- KiNG MALA

Carry on my Wayward Son- Neoni

Leave Out All the Rest- LINKIN PARK

Black Betty- Spiderbait

Brother- Madds Buckley

Silence- Marshmello

Live Like a Warrior- Matisyahu

Wearing Me Out- Shinedown

Little Lion Man- Mumford & Sons

Family Portrait- P!nk

I’m No Good- New Years Day

Feel Invincible- Skillet

Red Right Hand- Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

I Hate Everything About You- Three Days Grace

Burn it to the Ground- Nickelback

Try- P!nk

Horrible Kids- Set it Off

Just Give Me a Reason- P!nk

Shapeshifting- Taylor Acorn

Human- Rag & Bone Man

The Good the Bad and the Dirty- P!@tD

Play with Fire- Sam Tinnesz

Dead and Gone- State Champs

Walk Through the Fire- Zayde Wolf

Could Have Been Me- The Struts

Run Boy Run- Woodkid

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iman2 · 3 months

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I can’t find it, give me a hint.

Boy.

Okay.

Devon.

Okay.

Baby?

Shut the fuck up, one of you baby hungry bitches. I’m looking for Derek’s blog.

You only have a boy.

No, I have a girl too. I found her outside of Popeyes.

You’re literally storm, though.

Yup!

This is not a fantasy for you. Ciara is the problem, right now.

I just did a reading on her and Derek. It’s me. How?

She’s sexy, in her head. And yeah, she’s acting exactly like r1.

Fighting for my head. Just say hi.

I’m also a baby hungry nigga.

You could be like that but they keep trying to steal my kids. It’s annoying. Say hi and break me out of this bubble.

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iminmypeace · 2 years

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books-in-a-storm · 2 years

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Currently Reading 💛

Storm’s Flame & Kyle, Jack & Ryan

#currently reading #reading #to read #read #booklr #bookblr #adult booklr #leann ashers #kyle jack & ryan #storm's flame #ciara st james #august 2022

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0ut0fgrace · 4 months

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Topher Rhee : The Mastermind

Topher Rhee is a highly respected CEO in the entertainment world. In 2005 he founded RHEE SOUND STUDIOS with his twin sister, Porsha Rhee. The studio was not an overnight success. They spent many years begging local banks for loans. They would lose trainees more often than not from mediocre teachers who turned children away from stardom. He would only visit home once a year from 2005 - 2009. In 2010 the company struck gold with PINKNESS, a ten-member girl group with a sugary pink concept. PINKNESS took over South Korea by storm. Since then, every group from RHEE SOUND STUDIOS has been a hit. Topher is so confident in his ability to succeed that he made sure to involve all of his children with the company. Ronan is in his best selling boy group, Oona is in a girl group that dips their toes into rock and has award-winning actresses, and Ciara is in a trio where they have more modeling contracts than albums. He wanted to involve Nuala, but she didn't fit anywhere in the company. Topher was reluctant to let her go, for she was arguably his best songwriter, but now he wants her back. He sees the money she is making for PARADISO Studios and he wants wants her back. He doesn't want to beg her to come back, but he's not above pressuring and using money to return her to the family business.

Hong Boyeon : The Wreck

Hong Boyeon was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. She comes from a family of lawyers, doctors, and investment brokers. When she met Topher he was a nobody. With help from her family she turned him into a somebody. They were the ones giving him just enough money to skirt around the business foreclosing and were just distant enough that he begged for their approval. She is an obsessive person. When Topher is around, he is her only thought. When he left, her obsession transferred over to her only son, Ronan. She is a horrible mother. Her girls never had the female role model they needed, so they would seek out a mother figure in anyone older than them. Boyeon does not see herself as a poor excuse for a mother. Rather, she likes to throw in their face how bad they make her feel when the children express valid complaints. She can never be wrong. How can a mother ever be wrong? As she ages her mental state has gotten worse. Her mother passed away with dementia, the kids suspect Boyeon will suffer the same fate.

Ronan Rhee : The Doting Older Brother

When he was supposed to be a boy he was forced to be a father. As his mother's life was crumbling he was forced to wash children, feed them, and help them with their homework. He was never truly allowed to be a child. He prides himself on being responsible and mature for his age. Never once has he acted out in his childhood or his adult life. His siblings pity him. They wish he could be carefree for once in his life. Topher puts a lot of pressure on him to be the best singer, the best leader, the best idol ever. He doesn't know how to let others shoulder the weight of his sorrows. Those close to him fear that he'll reach his breaking point one day, and they won't know how to help him.

Oona Rhee : The Mean One

For most of her life, Oona was known as the ugly duckling of the family. She didn't really look like her father or mother, she looked like a monster to them. She had big round cheeks, a buttery soft jaw, and paper thin lips. Boyeon never called her daughter pretty until she had surgery to perfect her flaws. Oona was always the angry child. Her anger was born from a place of loneliness and jealousy. She just wanted to be loved by her parents. This anger festered and grew until she hated everyone. Her words are often short and clipped. She will attack if one's tone is even the slightest bit off. She has the bite of a bad dog and doesn't know how to change. Oona doesn't even know if she wants to change. It's easier to keep people out than let them in.

Ciara Rhee : The Spoiled Brat

It is still unknown to the older children why Ciara is the favorite. She doesn't excel in singing, dancing, or acting. She isn't the most polite and she never works for what she wants. She gets the love her siblings have to fight for. Ciara wants to be friends with her siblings, but until she can recognize her spoiled ways that will not happen.

Jin Kiyoung : The Washed Up Boyfriend

Kiyoung doesn't really love Nuala. He never loved her at all, even when he started pursuing her. At first she was just someone to fuck when his other girls were out of town, but once he found out she was amazing at creating music Kiyoung knew he had to stick around. Nuala is the sole reason he still has a career. He's waiting for enough Nuala created songs to pile up before dipping, so he can have a few years left in the industry before retiring to something else. Poor Nuala doesn't know she's being used.

Mali Finch-Noy : The Partner In Crime

Mali is a producer that worked at RHEE SOUND STUDIOS. She was a prolific member of the producing group before getting poached by PARADISO STUDIOS. She was working on songs for their up coming co-ed group before the CEO removed her from the project and stuck her with Nuala. Neither of them were happy with the decision. Nuala wanted to do her own thing and Mali is known for having a more sugary sweet, bubble-gummy style with both her lyrics and production as a whole. Nuala didn't want to be brought down by a style that was not her own. The first three projects they worked on together are ones they both equally hate, but after spending time together they grew to respect one another.

#( nuala ) / * development .#fictional kpop community #fictional kpop oc #kpop oc #fake kpop idol #fictional idol community #fictional idol oc

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