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hallodraws · 5 years

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Our Confessions | Peter Parker x Male!Reader

Wordcount: 3,290

Genre: Male!Reader x Peter Parker/Spider-Man | Marvel/Insomniac’s Spider-Man (PS4) Christmas Special Summary: “You’re out trying to buy the perfect gift for your boyfriend, Peter. But when criminals step in to destroy Christmas for NYC, you’re caught in the middle of it. Lucky for you, there’s always Spider-Man.”

Warnings: mention of weapons

Author’s Notes: I know I’m late, but Christmas this year was exhausting. I had something ready for you guys two days ago but I wasn’t happy with it. So after some rewrites, I finally have something I’m proud of for you guys. For any new readers, this special is a direct continuation of the Thanksgiving story found right here. I hope you guys had a wonderful holiday, and if you’d like me to continue with this “Holiday Series” please let me know in the comments below. :)

You walk through the busy streets of Times Square, blanketed in a sea of lights and snow. It's December 21st, and the city is bustling with last-minute shoppers - yourself included. You spent the majority of the day walking from store to store, list in hand, checking off the various things you still had to get. It wasn't your fault you waited so long, at least not entirely. In your defense, you weren't so much shopping today as you were picking things up. God bless the internet; you were able to buy things online early, that way you could retrieve them at the store just in time for Christmas. After a few hours of walking, you finally made it to the last name on your list - Peter.

It's been about a month since you and him got together - all from a double confession at F.E.A.S.T on Thanksgiving. The memory of that day still warms your heart, even on this chilly late December evening. You and Pete officially began dating about a week after that. He took things slow, and that was okay. You didn't mind, because you've been there before (more times than you'd like to admit). You were just happy to have Peter look at you the way you've looked at him for so long.

You make your way into the watch shop, just a few blocks away from the hustle and bustle of the square. Peter was perfect - mostly. At times he was a bit dodgy, often late to dates, or even having to cancel plans altogether. But this little quip quickly became an inside joke between you two. There were no hard feelings, he was busy and so were you. You're both adults, and he always made up for it in the end. It even gave you the perfect idea for a gift

A few weeks back, you saw the most beautiful watch online. It was out of stock at the time, but luckily it's back just in time for Christmas. You thought to yourself how cute and meaningful it'd be to give him a watch. You joke about how now he'd never be late anymore, you'd laugh, and you'd kiss. Perfect Christmas. You find yourself smiling as you make your way to the counter.

"Why hello. Can I help you, sir?" The kind old man said from behind the glass casing, shimmering with dozens of gold and silver pieces.

"Yes, I'm (Y/N). I'm here to pick up an online order." You waste no time showing him the receipt you printed out earlier from home, as well as your ID to confirm identification. You've been doing this dance all day in so many stores; you knew it by heart by now.

"Oh yes!" He happily exclaimed, pulling a small black bag from just out of view, "My newest favorite from our collection. Is it a gift?"

"Yes, it is. For someone very special." You have a bit of a giggle to your voice. You can't help it.

"Well, I can guarantee they'll love it," He places the bag in your hand. You want to do a quick check, so you dig inside and open the box, eager to see it in person. You didn't think it was possible, but it looks even better than it did online. The way the gold accents sparkled against the matte black remind you of stars twinkling in the night sky. It was perfect in every way. You can feel your blood pumping, excitement brewing at the thought of Peter opening his gift. You just wanted to see him happy. It was too cheesy ever to say out loud, but seeing him smile really did make your day all the more special. With a grin still smeared across your face, you close the box and slip it back into the bag.

"Thank you so much," You give a soft wave to the clerk as you take your leave, "and have a wonderful holiday."

"You as well!" He returns the gesture as you exit back out the glass doors into the snowy air of New York City. All you'd have to do now is get home, wrap it up nicely, and give it to Peter Christmas day. To think, this would be your first Christmas as a couple. You were excited about it, but oddly also a little nervous. Peter said he has a surprise for you - something he wanted to tell you in person, alone. Dozens of ideas come into your head of what he has to say - some good, some bad. But he didn't seem concerned when he told you about it in the first place, so you try not to worry yourself.

You're too lost in your thoughts of Christmas morning with Peter that you didn't realize you made a left when you should have made a right. When you finally snap out of your head, you try to fix where you messed up - only getting yourself even deeper into unfamiliar territory. You reach for your phone in the depths of your winter jacket, hoping GPS will come to save the day. That's when you see your news app has a breaking report for the Time Square area.

"Krampus attacks NYC," you read aloud, "Reports of robberies by individuals garbed in Krampus themed attire are active in the area. Suspects have yet to be apprehended and appear to be armed and dangerous." You feel a lump in your throat form after reading the scrolling text on the marquee. You knew what Krampus looked like; honestly, after that 2015 film, everyone knew what the Anti-Santa-Goat-Man looked like. Horns, fur, claws - basically a weregoat in your eyes. While you loved creepy things like that, you had no intentions of ending up on Krampus's naughty list this year, so you decided home was your number one priority.

You didn't know it at that moment, but you were lost. Sure New York was your city, your home. But everything changes in winter. The buildings all look the same under the ice and snow. It didn't help your case now that it was getting late, the city falling under darkness as you made your way away from the main streets. You quickly remember your GPS app - unfortunately, not soon enough. By the time you click your home address, the last ounce of juice in your phone's battery zaps out, leaving you with a black screen and a deep dread.

You try to remain calm. At first, trying to retrace your steps - only to find the snow has covered them in little to no time at all. Your next step is to find a street with light. Light meant people and people meant safety. You keep telling yourself that, but after ten minutes of failure, the panic begins to set in. That's when you hear it - voices. You could hear laughing in the next alley. Without thinking, you hurry through the soft snow towards the sound, hoping you could borrow a phone to have Peter pick you up. At the very least, you could ask someone for directions.

But luck wasn't on your side. As you turn into the alley, you see two tall silhouettes - horned silhouettes. You're still, as if the cold city air has frozen you in place. You watch as the two things before you laugh to one another, their furry outfits blowing through the wind and their horns bouncing with each hearty laugh. You're able to make out the tiniest of lights by the masks' eyes - red LEDs to make them even more menacing. Slowly, you take one step back. Silent as you are, the two men take notice of you. But that's not what scares you. What sends the chill down your spine in the sound behind you - breathing.

Just over your shoulder, stands a third man. He too is outfitted with a horrifying mask, furry suit, and beaming red eyes of the iconic Christmas demon. You can hear his hoarse, labored breathing behind the silicone face. Suddenly, he speaks.

"Hand over the bag." The man growls in a low and breathy voice, his empty hand extended. It doesn't take long for the others to join.

"Please," you beg, "Just let me go, and I promise I--" But he doesn't let you finish, choosing instead to take the bag by force. His gloved hand squeezes the handle of the bag and pulls, but you cling to the bag itself, feeling your fingers dig into the sides. For a moment, you two stare at one another, the other two merely laughing at your feeble attempt to be tough. You can't see the mans face much, but his eyes peeking through the holes is enough to say it all. You’ve pissed him off.

Almost as if you each rehearsed it, you pull violently on the bag in unison, each of you tearing at it as if your lives depended on it. In mere seconds, the bag splits through the center. You watch as the small box inside tumbles to the snowy pavement. Without hesitating, you grab the box and sprint by the man. You don't turn around. Hell, you barely open your eyes. You just let your feet carry you as fast as they can.

"Please!" You call out into the night, "Somebody help!" You can hear your voice echoing off the brick walls of the alleyways. But you also hear something else - footsteps. You somehow find the courage to peer over your shoulder to see your attacker not far behind, joined now by his two cohorts. The sight of them all sent a chill down your spine, like something out of a nightmare - a child running from demons.

You're too lost in your head again, not focusing enough on your surroundings. You feel your body slam into a wall. It doesn't hurt (it must be the adrenaline), but you do feel the terror rise when you see nothing but brick blocking your path. You look in every direction - you've hit a dead end. You turn, and there they stand. Horned shadows drape across the brick as the city lights illuminate the men, their red lights the stuff of nightmares. You look down - three knives, one for each of them, glittering in the dark. You can hear them laugh as they step closer to you.

"looks like your outta luck, bud." One man chuckles from under his mask.

"Was all that running worth it?" Another speaks, twirling his weapon through his fingers.

"Please..." Is all you can say. You're not sure what you're even begging for at this point. You feel stupid, all this trouble for a dumb watch. You feel tears begin to well up in your eyes, knowing that whatever happens to you next is going to be painful - and it's all your fault. You clutch the box close to your chest, wishing you were with Peter.

"Hey, Goat-Jerks!" A voice calls out; the men stop in their tracks. You all look around the alley, frantically trying to find the source of the sound. Suddenly, a red and blue blur drops from above, sending one of the men firmly to the ground. As it rises, you see it's a man, adorned in a blue and red suit - a very familiar one.

"S-Spider-Man?" You mutter to yourself. He doesn't respond though, instead choosing to keep his attention on your attackers.

"C'mon. It's Christmas!" Spider-Man jokes as he shoots a web at the man beneath him, fastening him to the pavement. In a few short moments, a couple of swings from both sides, and a few web blasts from the hero's wrist - the men are glued to the alley, and you are safe.

"Yuri!" Your rescuer calls out, seemingly into thin air, "I got three of your Krampus jerks apprehended. Send some officers to come put these billy-goats back in their pen." You finally deduce he's communicating with someone. Once he finishes, he hurries to your side, placing both hands on your shoulders, "Are you alright?"

"I... Yes. I'm okay." You're still a little shaken, apparently quite visibly, because Spider-Man leans in, putting his hand on the back of your head.

"You sure? They didn't hurt you, right?" You feel your cheeks flush just a bit; hopefully, the cold air would be enough of a cover to hide it.

"Y-Yes. I'm sure."

"Good," His hand drops back to your shoulder, "Listen, it still might not be safe. Let's get you out of here, okay?"

"Okay, but what--" You try to ask him, but his strong arm around your waist stops your words dead in your throat.

"Hold onto me." He whispers. You continue to blush, but stay silent, doing just as he instructs. You lock your arms and fingers around his neck and together, you lift off the ground, slowly rising to match the height of the buildings around you. It's high, very high, but Spider-Man's grip on you makes you feel safe. You gently swing higher and higher, making your way from rooftop to rooftop.

After a couple of minutes swinging, your surprised that you're not on the street - but on a rooftop. Spider-Man lets go of your waist, you look out over the side of the building, seeing thousands of windows and headlights twinkling like stars. You're left breathless at the sight (granted, it could've also been the altitude or the cold - but it was still beautiful none the less). You hear Spider-Man clear his throat behind you, so you turn to face him. What you see behind him practically knocks you back (thank goodness not actually, considering how high off the ground you were.)

There behind him sat a beautiful Christmas tree. It was huge, maybe ten feet tall. It was so bright that you don't understand how you could've missed it. It was practically a personal lighthouse for this street.

"This is... beautiful," Slowly you walk around the tree, enamored by the glitter and glow of all the lights, "My gosh, did you do this?"

"Yeah, wasn't all that hard," He chuckles to himself as he steps towards you, "It just took some time, some planning, and a lot of untangling."

"I'll bet! It looks incredible." You laugh. It did look incredible. The elegant way the lights draped around the tree, the dozens of blubs (all red and blue to match his suit) all perfectly spaced, the star at the top shining bright like a beacon - it looked like something out of a magazine.

"Good, it's for you." He was behind you now. You were so focused on the tree you barely heard him.

"I mean this must've taken--" and then it clicks, "Wait... what did you say?" You turned, the tree now illuminating you from the back. There stood the webbed warrior, twiddling his thumbs nervously.

"This is all for you. Granted, you weren't supposed to see it until Christmas." He repeated, this time a little quieter.

"I don't understand." You didn't. Did Spider-Man... have a crush on you? How could he? You've never met him. Besides, you had Peter. The idea of a superhero like Spider-Man thinking about you did tickle you inside, but the thought of Peter's warm smile and matching embrace was greater than any superpower. Lost in thought once more, you don't notice as he reaches for his mask.

"Please don't hate me..." He whispers behind his mask. You can hardly make out his words he's so quiet,

"Hate you? How could I--" The mask comes off - and you're silent. It feels like time is frozen and the world has grown quiet. There before you, clad in the same red and blue outfit you've come to see on the news every day - stands Peter Benjamin Parker. He squeezes the mask tightly in his hands, twisting it tighter and tighter with each second that passes without you saying anything. Finally, you find your voice again.

"P-Peter. You're... Spider-Man?" You don't know why you ask that. It's pretty obvious after all. But still, you needed to hear him say it.

"Yeah." He mutters, his brown eyes struggling to maintain contact with your own.

"I-I mean..." You try to formulate your thoughts, "I didn't..." but every thought that comes into your head creates another question, "I mean how? When?" You begin to wonder if you'll ever form coherent sentences again. But Peter ends your prattling by placing his hands in yours, still gripping the mask that now slips through your fingers as well.

"I've wanted to tell you for a long time." He's got a sadness in his eyes. It almost crushes you looking at him this way. The way his eyes glitter in the night make you feel that at any moment he could crumble to tears.

"I..." You try to speak, but Peter's hand squeezes. You decide to let him finish.

"I-I'm sorry I kept this a secret from you for so long," His hands slide up your arms until their at your shoulders, "I want you to know... it's not because I don't trust you. In fact, you're the person I trust the most."

"Pete..." You can feel his thumbs glide in little circles on your shoulders - something he only did when he was nervous. And just as you predicted, tears began to roll down his cheek.

"I just wanted to protect you but... It didn't feel right lying to you about this anymore," the tears sparkled from the lights of the tree, "I understand if you hate me... and if you don't want to be with me anymore--"

"Peter Benjamin Parker." You interrupted. He looks at you with shock, surprised by your little outburst. But all that sadness fades away when you place your lips on his cheek, kissing his tears away, "I could never hate you. Never."

"Y-You're not mad?" His voice breaks just a bit.

"I'm shocked, a bit confused, maybe a little anxious - but no, not mad." You take another look at him - a good hard look this time. His hair is a bit messy, some of it pushed to his forehead with sweat. His suit looks... amazing, but it has its minor flaws - scratches and imperfections here and there. You've known about Spider-Man for a long time now. He's a hero, a protector, and a good person above all else. Now that you think about it - that does sound like Pete.

"You saved me tonight, just like you've saved hundreds of others," You cup his face in your hand, "How could I hate someone who does all that?"

"(Y/N)..." Your name escapes his lips as the corners of his mouth turn into the smallest of smiles. You lean against him.

"No more secrets though, okay?" You hold him close, your head resting on his chest.

"No more secrets." He hugs you back, his gloved hand running through your hair.

"I'm not going to pretend I understand it all, and you have a lot of explaining to do," You squeeze around the small of his back, "I mean it, Pete. I want to know everything."

"I love you, (Y/N)." Peter lets out a soft laugh, his cheek pressing against the top of your head. Your heart skips a beat at those words.

"Pete, that's... the first time you said that to me."

"I-Is that okay?" You can hear the nervousness rise in his voice again. You laugh, bringing his face close to yours.

"Yes," You kiss him, your chapped lips breaking through the cold to connect with his. After a brief moment, you break away. "Because I love you too."

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cutiel0vesu · 5 years

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Hello yes 911 Id like to report a robbery.

Bington has stolen my heart

( @soulguardianazeralith how are you so dang good at making me fall in love with your characters???)

#i love him so much #kaine you have no idea #hes just?? so cool???#idk why i like him so much i just really really love him #thinking about the boy one last time before spring break officially ends and im dragged back to hell

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girls-scenarios · 6 years

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Now You Don’t

Idol: Choa (AOA)

Prompt: I'M GOING TO MAKE THIS A QUICK ONE MAGICIAN AU x AOA. kind of like Now You See Me. AOA is a gang that use their magic skills to their advantage, like bank robberies. You are the head female detective on the case and in attempts of trying to catch AOA, you fall in love with ChoA, the best of the best and ringleader.

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: Okay so this isn’t EXACTLY like Now You See Me, but I did watch the movies before writing this. Overall, I had a lot of fun writing this, but I wanted it to be perfect. I’ve been wanting to write something for Choa since the news broke, because I love Choa more than pretty much anything else in this world so I wish her nothing but the best. I hope everyone enjoys this LONG story.

Warnings: Mentions of drinking and sex but nothing explicit.

“They’re at it again.” You looked up as the local chief investigator stepped into your office, a folder in his hands. He tossed it onto your desk and huffed out a long breath as he sank into one of the chairs opposite you. “Sixth place they’ve managed to rob just this year. This time it was a jeweler instead of a bank.” You picked up the file and opened it, thumbing through the papers of information inside.

“I’d guess that was probably to throw us for a loop. They’re getting cocky. I think they like playing with us.” Inside there was a normal report. At least, a report that had recently become normal.

The gang of magicians calling themselves AOA had recently taken to the stage, robbing every bank they could get their hands on and somehow leaving to trace of themselves other than cards with their symbol, as if showing of their abilities. You’d truly never seen anything like it. Very few people these days could get away with robbing banks, and yet they’d robbed 5 so far, that you knew of.

“Have you made any advancements in the case?” You looked up from the file as the chief spoke, shaking your head slowly.

“Not much. There was some suspicious activity by some magicians in Vegas but it’s not confirmed that it’s AOA. None of the money they’ve stolen has turned up either.” He rubbed his chin and leaned back in the plush chair, eyes moving to look at some of the plaques behind you.

“Detective, have you thought that maybe it’s time to stop researching from our offices and go out into the streets?” Again, you looked down at the folder in front of you. You’d hoped this case might be one you could solve without getting too involved. Young as you were, being a detective meant you knew what kind of things could happen when simple office tactics wouldn’t work.

AOA was dangerous. You’d never in your career had to go up against a gang of people so successful in what they did. There were never any valuable witnesses. Sometimes this was because they struck at odd and almost impossible hours of the day. Other times it was because the employees they left behind were dazed and remembered nothing that happened, obviously having been put through some type of hypnosis during the crime. One employee hadn’t been found at all.

“I guess it’s time. I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this.” He nodded in understanding as he stood from his seat with a quiet grunt.

“I was too, detective. But sometimes we must do what we have to do.” You stood and reached out to shake his hand. “You know where to find me and my men if you need us.”

“Yes, sir. Stay safe.” He gave you a small smile as he turned towards the door to leave.

“I was about to say the same to you.” As the door closed behind him, you slumped into your chair and yanked open one of the drawers on your desk. After pulling out all the files relating to AOA, you closed it again. There wasn’t much information, but you had enough to get a lead. They were magicians, and the thefts all matched up with the times of shows by certain magicians around the United States. There was also a report from the Vegas Police about a group of magicians that had been suspicious in the past month and matched the few descriptions of AOA you had. So it was official; You were going to Vegas.

A little over a week later, you stood outside the Vegas airport, sweating in the blistering heat, and began to rethink all of your life decisions for a moment. Why had you decided to be a detective? Why had your brain thought this was a good idea?

A taxi honked from in front of you, shaking you out of your thoughts, and quickly, you stepped forward, nodding an apology to the driver and putting your luggage into the trunk before getting in.

“Where to, miss?” The driver asked, and you leaned forward, giving him the address of the hotel you’d be staying in. Quickly, he keyed it into his GPS, and then he was off, racing through the airport and making you cringe at his driving. There were people everywhere, and cars clogged the highway, taxis darting in and out of traffic. You clutched at your seat and tried not to think of the possibility of a wreck, cringing until you arrived at the hotel.

Shaky, you thanked the taxi driver with a weak smile and grabbed your things before walking into the hotel.

The woman at the front desk smiled at you widely and had you hand over you ID and sign a few papers. Something about her seemed vaguely familiar, but you didn’t think much of it as you picked up your room card and ID and headed up to your room.

It was small, but you hadn’t expected much. Dumping your luggage by the bed, you you hoisted your briefcase higher and put it on the desk before pulling out your papers and sitting down. Going over the files again told you nothing, and you looked at the only two photos you had: one of the missing clerk, a girl named Hyejeong, and the other of a car that could have been used as a get away vehicle. You studied the two for a moment before sliding them back into the file and hiding the briefcase under the bed, then putting the “do not disturb” sign on your door. Pulling out your ticket to the magic show you’d attend that night, you studied it.

Nothing seemed off about the ticket. It seemed just like all of the other shows in Vegas, but you had a feeling that it wasn’t. Apparently, according to police, this show had a stunt not too long ago that involved stealing money from a bank. Real money came down onto the audience, and the bank in New York they’d said they were robbing had actually turned up empty. But the local police had no way of actually tying them to the crime, so they’d had to let them go. It sounded eerily similar to the group you were chasing, and what were the chances of there being two groups of thieving magicians? Probably slim.

Sighing, you ran your fingers through your hair and walked over to the bathroom to get ready. If you were going to look like a normal citizen out on the town in Vegas, you were going to have to dress the part.

The venue was huge and gaudy, located inside one of Vegas’ biggest hotel and casinos. You adjusted your uncomfortable clothes and once again wondered why you couldn’t have just gotten an office job. Your seat was near enough to the front, though, so you sat down and looked at he pamphlet they’d given you before the show started. It gave you the names of the magicians that would be on stage that night-Mina, Chanmi, Jimin, and Seolhyun-and it struck you as odd. Why wouldn’t they have all of their magicians performing? But none of the people filing in around you seemed to find it odd, so you wondered if this was just something they did to keep the audience on their toes.

The lights dimmed and music began playing, so you sat back in your seat, crossed your arms, and got ready to study the show.

Nothing especially excited happened throughout the course of the show, and you walked out feeling a bit disappointed. Sure, they’d performed some tricks that you couldn’t exactly explain, and the girls had fit the few descriptions you’d been given, but there hadn’t been any clues as to what was going on.

Glancing around, you decided to go to the crowded noodle bar near the venue, squeezing yourself into the corner and ordering a drink and something to eat. You felt jetlagged and annoyed with the lack of progress you’d made, and being hungry didn’t do you any favors.

As you took a sip of your drink, someone sat down in the seat next to you and your senses were overwhelmed with the smell of their perfume. When you glanced over, you saw a small woman with blonde hair and a cute face who smiled when her eyes met yours.

“Hello. Are you dining alone?” The question stung a bit, but she was pretty and didn’t look like she meant any harm, so you smiled back.

“I am. Tonight, at least.” The bartender handed her a drink, and she held it up in your direction.

“Same here. I’m Choa. What’s your name?” For some reason, you felt like you knew her somehow. But you pushed the idea to the back of your head because it was so silly. You’d made no progress in the case, and you’d do nothing else tonight, so there was no problem with enjoying yourself a bit.

“I’m (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you. How did you end up here?” She shrugged her shoulders, taking a sip of her drink.

“I live around, but I wanted to do something this weekend. I was bored.” She looked up at you, and her eyes sparkled. “What about you? What are you doing in a place like this, beautiful?” You took a sip of your own drink and wondered how long it had been since you flirted with someone. You really had to get out more.

“I’m just vacationing,” you answered. “But I got lucky running into someone like you.” She laughed, and you realized that everything about her was perfect. The bartender put your food and another drink in front of you, and you decided to pursue this, because when else would a woman as beautiful as this lean in close with her captivating smile all for you? You downed the rest of your drink and threw all caution to the wind.

The next morning, you woke up with a headache and someone in the hotel bed next to you. As the memory of last night came back to you, you turned over and looked at the girl. Choa, if you remembered right. Her short blonde hair was splayed out on the pillow, and she looked peaceful, so you slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom to look at your appearance.

You looked hungover, and you wrinkled your nose at your reflection before washing up. When you walked back out of the bathroom with the most comfortable clothes you’d brought on, she was sitting up in the bed, sheets held up over her skin.

“Is this your hotel room?” She asked, yawning, and you nodded slowly, wondering if she remembered last night or if she’d gotten too drunk. “It’s got a cool view.” You laughed and sat down on the end of the bed.

“It’s nothing big, you don’t have to pretend it is.” She smiled, and you heard her shifting around on the bed.

“Do you have any clothes I can borrow? At least so I can go back to my place. I don’t really want to wear my outfit from last night.”

“No walk of shame today?” You asked, mostly joking as you got up to rummage through your luggage. Luckily, she got your joking tone and laughed.

“Not feeling it today. By the way, is this your first time in Vegas?” You nodded as you straightened up and tossed some clothes that you felt might fit her onto the bed. Quickly, she grabbed them and picked up her underwear from the floor to begin getting dressed. Even though you’d definitely seen her the night before, you quickly looked away, feeling awkward.

“Yeah, it is. It’s just as hot as I expected, though.” You heard her laugh, that same tinkling laugh that had drawn you in the night before.

“If it’s anything, it’s hot. But we’ve got some cool things to do here. Do you want me to show you around?” Technically, you were supposed to be working on a case. But you had gotten nothing the night before, and the magicians you were following didn’t have a show tonight, so you found nothing wrong with going out on the town.

“I’d like that, yeah.” You turned back around, and liked the way she looked in your clothes, running her fingers through her hair.

“Awesome! Then let’s go back to my place so I can get my own clothes on, and then we’ll go have some fun.”

You ended up spending the whole day with her by your side and her number in your phone. Being with her was so much fun that you almost forgot about all the stuff that had been weighing you down for months. She held your arm and tugged you all around the Strip, and you couldn’t even complain about the weather, not when she was looking ethereal. That night, while standing in the giant Ferris Wheel with her beside you, you decided that you wouldn’t mind spending the rest of your time here with her.

“Have you made any dents in the case? You’ve been in Vegas for days now.” The police captain was on the other end of the phone, and you sighed, rolling your eyes. You were sitting in your hotel room, alone for the first time since you’d met Choa, looking down at the notes you had in your files.

“Not really. The girls seem promising, but they haven’t done anything in their show and there’s no way I can get backstage right now. The police here gave me their files on them but there’s not much more to go on.” As you looked down at the photos of the girls, one caught your attention. Immediately, you pulled it up to get a closer look, ignoring whatever he was saying on the other end.

The photo was of the girls backstage, but what had been off about it? There was another girl, standing further back, who was looking down. But you knew her face. Quickly, you grabbed the photo of the missing girl and put it beside the other photo. It was a match. There was your missing girl, dressed like the magicians and sitting backstage.

“Officer,” you said, interrupting him, “I have something. The missing girl, Hyejeong. She’s here. She’s with them.”

“Do you think it was an inside job, then?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. I’m going to go to the local police and see if there’s any way to get backstage.” As the words left your mouth, you remembered that you’d promised to go with Choa to dinner. Well, it would have to wait, just this once. This was the first breakthrough you’d had in the case and you had to follow up with it.

“Good luck,” he said, before hanging up the phone, and you made a face. You really hated that guy. Actually, the more you’d spent time here, the more you’d started to despise your job. But you had to do it, so you stood up and shoved all your papers into your briefcase and locked it. To the police station it was.

It took showing them the photos, but eventually, an officer walked in, stating that he could get you backstage. Now, with different tickets in hand, you sent Choa a text telling her that something had come up, but that you’d see her soon. Silently, you slipped into the theater. The tickets in your hand were for early backstage access, and it seemed like you were the only person there. The security guard who had guided you to the backstage area stood at the door, but you didn’t think too much of him.

Your eyes scanned the area, looking for anything that you could use. Their outfits were hanging on the far wall, and you walked over, counting them. Seven. So there was one more than you’d originally thought, even counting Hyejeong. Who was she, and why hadn’t you seen her? Did they know that you were here? Is that why they were doing this?

There was a noise somewhere further backstage and the lights dimmed, and when you turned around, you noticed that the security guard was gone. The hair on the back of your neck stood up as something told you that you were in danger. They were here, and they knew exactly who you were. And you knew that they weren’t going to let you go. Slowly, you backed against a wall, scanning the area again. It was dark, and you couldn’t see very well. But when you squinted, you could just make out the silhouette of a woman in the darkness, standing further away.

“You found us,” the voice said, and it sounded familiar. It had to be Jimin. “We were hoping that you’d just give up.”

“No luck,” you replied, eyes searching for an exit. Anywhere would be good, you just needed out.

“You’re the one who ran out of luck,” she said. As she spoke, there was a clicking sound. And then the floor gave out from underneath your feet and you were falling. Falling into darkness.

When you came to again, you were tied to a chair and your head hurt. The room was dark, only lit by a far off light bulb by a door. You could feel yourself sweating, and you looked down at the ropes. They were too thick for your to saw through with anything on your person, and the knots looked like they were done by a professional. There was no way you were going to get out of this.

The door opened, and you heard high heels clicking against the floor. The silhouette of a woman, familiar this time, stepped into your view, and then she snapped her fingers. Suddenly, the room was bright with light, and you squinted your eyes against it. When your eyes had adjusted, you recognized the woman walking towards you and your stomach dropped.

“Choa?” She was wearing the uniform, and you suddenly remembered why she’d looked so familiar. You’d seen her in photos people had taken of the show. And yet you’d been so stupid.

“(Y/N). I was really hoping that it would never come to this.” Your head pounded, and your heart hurt.

“Were you just playing with me? How did you know it was me?” She sighed and crossed her arms, standing in front of you. She still looked so beautiful, and you hated yourself for thinking it.

“One of our girls, Chanmi, checked you into your hotel. We had all your information from that point on. At first, I was just going to watch you, but there was something about you that made me want to approach you. I was never supposed to get involved with you.... But I did.”

“You played me.”

“I didn’t mean to.” There was something in her voice that told you that whatever she was saying was true. “I really like being with you, (Y/N). But you just had to come in here looking for us.” She shook her head, and she actually looked upset. There was hope in your chest that swelled up, and your head battled with your thoughts. You liked Choa. Really liked her. She’d shown you a new side of life that you wanted to experience, and yet. Your job was to hunt her down.

“It’s my job,” you said, voice soft, and she looked down at you.

“Do you really like your job, though? You seemed so down the first day I saw you, and over the days I was with you, I saw you blossom.” What she was saying was true. You’d been miserable.

“That’s all I have,” you protested, trying to make sense of everything. “I really like you, Choa, but. I don’t have anything without that job.”

“You have me.” She reached out and gently touched your face. “I can do anything you’d want me to do, if you just come with me. You’d see so many new things. You’d never have to sit at a desk and do work for people who don’t appreciate you.”

“Aren’t you afraid I’d tell someone?” She shook her head, and her eyes dug into your soul. You were in love with her, and it struck you like a ton of bricks. You loved her.

“I trust you,” she said, voice soft. “And I really don’t want to have to live without you.”

“What will the girls say?” She smiled.

“They won’t say anything. I’m the boss. They listen to what I say. Plus, Hyejeong came along and she’s been a great help. They could be convinced.” The boss. You’d fallen in love with the boss of AOA. And you didn’t regret it at all.

“You’ve convinced me,” you said, and she smiled.

“You promise?” When you nodded, she snapped her fingers and the ropes came undone. And then you were in her arms, kissing her more passionately than you’d ever kissed anyone before. And it felt more right than anything you’d ever done in your career.

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“That outfit looks good on you. But, you’d also look good without the outfit.” Ivy/Harley

Sorry this took so long! I couldn’t find inspiration and then I wrote it all in like two days. (To anyone who’s curious, the Robin in this is Jason Todd and Batgirl’s Barbara Gordon since it’s early canon)

“I like the outfit. Of course, you’d also look good without the outfit.”Ivy turned. “Are you seriously flirting with me in the middle of a bank heist?”Harley twirled a blond pigtail around her finger. “Maybe?”“You’re impossible,” Ivy said, but almost self-consciously she smoothed down her green skirt. Harley had gotten it for her last week.The bank manager, eyes glassy and chlorophyll green, staggered past them holding several duffel bags.“Oh, you can just put that in the car, sweetheart,” Ivy called, to which he replied, “Yes Miss Ivy.”“Let’s move, Harl.”Ivy picked up her green leather purse and Harley hefted two more bags of cash over her shoulders -for such a slight girl, she was impossibly strong. She could (and did) pick Ivy up, despite the fact that the other woman had several inches on her.Just as they were making their exit, the skylight broke -honestly, Ivy had no idea who designed Gotham, but it’s far too melodramatic for her taste, who puts a skylight in a bank vault? -and two of the Bat’s little helpers came swooping in. “Seriously?” Harley screeched, dropping one of the bags. “A gal can’t even take her girlfriend out on the town any more? What is this?”Robin’s face flushed a little at the mention of girlfriend (probably picturing it, Ivy thought, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Preteens.) “You’re robbing a bank,” Batgirl pointed out calmly.“This!” Harley declared, one finger pointed up in the air as if she were giving a speech. “Is homophobia!”Batgirl’s lips twitched as if she were suppressing a grin. Ivy could relate.“Just put the money down, Harley,” Batgirl said. “You too, Poison Ivy. Don’t try anything.”Harley’s face scrunched up. “I was plannin’ this evening for months! And then you come swooping in, ruining a girl’s anniversary robbery -““Why didn’t you just go out to dinner?” Robin interrupted.“We’re doing that later,” Ivy explained. Harley glanced incredulously at her partner’s calm tone, but Ivy didn’t react. She was counting down, looking at the clock. 3…2…1Sirens broke out all across Gotham. The old radio outside the vault roared to life.“Breaking news! The Riddler has broken out of Arkham Asylum and is now at large. He is considered -”“This is the Nightly News coming to you with more information of the holdup at Gotham General Hospital. It appears that Mr. Freeze is behind it -““7 billion dollars’ worth of diamonds has been reported stolen from Sofia Falcone -“The bats exchanged looks. Ivy tried not to smile.Robin touched his earpiece, some of his Narrows accent leaking through. “Yeah, I saw the news. Shit!”“Robin!” Batgirl scolded, almost instinctually. Having decided that there was a bigger threat -several, actually -the duo rappelled themselves out of the bank.“Red -“ Harley began, but Ivy’s cell rang from a blocked number. She picked up immediately. “Hello, Eddie.”“You’re welcome, Pamela,” Even over the phone, Nygma sounded as pretentious as ever. Ivy gritted her teeth. “Thank you,” she managed. “I owe you one.”“Don’t think I’ll forget it.” Not five seconds later, another call, this time from Wayne Manor.“Selina?”“How’d you know it was me?”“Sofia Falcone? Really?”“You know me, Pam. I love a challenge. Have fun tonight.”“You too, darling.” Ivy hung up, meaning to turn to Harley, but once again her phone rang. She barely glanced at the caller ID -Gotham General -before picking up. “What.”“This is Freeze. Everything going as planned?”“Yes.” She liked Victor Fries. There was a certain no-nonsense way he went about things. Didn’t let emotions bother him. That was rare, especially in a man. Ivy respected that.“Ivy -““What?”“Nothing. Just, happy anniversary. And, tell her you love her.” Freeze’s voice sounded almost human. “Before it’s too late.”Ivy pressed the terminate call button immediately. Humans and their stupid emotions. That thought dissolved as soon as she looked over at Harley’s round, beaming face. “Ya planned this, red?”Ivy smiled. “Didn’t want anything to ruin our night, sunflower.”Harley tackled her into a hug, sending thousand dollar bills flying everywhere. “You’re the best girlfriend ever, Pam-a-lamb!”“Anything for you, sunshine. Now, where did you make reservations?”“Penguin’s new place. Wanna hit that shoe store by Fifth Avenue?”“I’d love to.”

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