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introducing model!theo

model!theo who is very serious about his career. He only takes jobs that will add to his image. 

since model!theo was discovered at a young age he’s gone through a lot of self-discovery and growth in the modeling industry. He saw it as a chance to grow away from his family and branch out into his own person. Over the years he’s been faced with a lot of temptations: money, drugs, alcohol, women, etc. But he refused to give into any of them; He had to be stronger than that.

model!theo knows that it can be a cutthroat industry and he’s grateful for every opportunity that he’s been given. Modeling has given him the chance to become financially stable on his own and make a name for himself. He’s one of the highest paid male models in the world, and he also knows that makes him an easy target. An easy target for women who only want him for his status or for other male models who are jealous and want what he has. 

and even though model!theo has everything he could ever want in life, it still feels like something’s missing. 

over the course of his career, model!theo has made many acquaintances. Other models who are in similar situations to him and who know what the industry is like. But he cut off all of his old friends when he moved from Italy to the UK, and he’s never really settled down. 

But now model!theo’s starting to feel like there’s more out there for him. 

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model!theo

model!theo was discovered in an Italian café when he was seventeen and his career instantly skyrocketed. He’s done everything from being the face of luxury designer campaigns to gracing the cover of GQ three times. He has a kind of tortured artist vibe about him that cameras seem to love. 

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white lace

pairing: beau maxwell x reader summary: beau sees you at a party and instantly gets possessive. warnings: established situationship, some suggestiveness word count: 1.1k a/n: if anyone has been following along w/ my ceo!rhysand series i’m so sorry😭 my writer’s block has been so bad and off campus has just been taking up my entire brain. 

Beau almost loses it when he sees you walk into the frat house on Saturday night.

You would argue that you’re considerably dressed down, but a slight part of you also knows that you put this outfit on specifically to drive Beau out of his mind. 

For the past month, the two of you had sort of developed a friends with benefits situation. It all started when you went over to Dean Di Laurentis’s house to work on a group project for one of your required business classes. Dean had paid Beau to do the assignment for him, and you didn’t care to put up a fight as long as you ended up getting a good grade. What you and Beau didn’t account for was the physical attraction you felt towards one another. So every week since then, you’ve spent at least three nights at the football house, locked away in Beau Maxwell’s room. 

This weekend marks the last week of the fall semester, and one of the campus’ frats is hosting a finals celebration party. Due to both of your hectic study schedules you and Beau have barely had time for one another, and you wanted to make sure he knew what he had been missing tonight.

So you spent an absurd amount of time on your hair, makeup, and outfit tonight, getting ready with your roommate several hours prior. You decided to accessorize with your sexiest lingerie set, giving Beau a little tease of what he could have tonight if he was good. The white lace band of your underwear is peeking out over the waistband of your jeans, and your white silk top is perfectly low-cut to showcase the matching white lace bra. 

Your body is as attuned to Beau’s as yours is to him. As soon as you push through the throng of people blocking the front door, you spot him across the room, locked into a conversation with Dean. But as if it was his sixth sense, Beau’s head jerked up and the two of you made instant eye contact. 

His widened eyes sweep you up and down, and he can’t help but give you an appreciative smirk. Are you trying to fucking kill me? he mouthed, placing his can of beer directly over his heart. 

You shake your head in response and let out a small giggle. 

“God, you two are disgusting,” your roommate, Erin, remarked sarcastically and pulled you into the kitchen to grab some drinks. 

“Oh come on,” you protest. “We haven’t seen each other all week. We didn’t even get to have facetime sex.”

“I’m ignoring you,” Erin said, grabbing two hard seltzers out of one of the coolers lined up in the kitchen, handing you the strawberry flavored drink. “Besides, you know he’s going to come over to you in less than five seconds, practically crawling.”

And as if that was his cue, your loud-mouthed situationship and his best friend came stumbling into the kitchen. Beau’s face was slightly red from the beer he was nursing, but it only made his smile brighter. 

“Hi baby,” he says sweetly. He set his beer can down on the butcher block island in front of you and caged you in by placing his big hands on either side of your waist. “You look good as fuck tonight, you know that?”

“I hoped you would notice,” you respond, tilting your head back against his chest to look up at him. 

“It’d be hard as fuck not to. You’re the most stunning girl in here.” He leans down to press a kiss against your forehead and rubs his thumb in slow strokes against your lacy underwear. “Is it weird that I’m kind of jealous of everyone else who gets to see you like this right now?”

You can’t help but laugh at his obvious display of possessiveness, but you quickly reassure him. “Nah, I like you jealous. It’s hot.”

Beau laughs at this and reaches for his beer to knock the rest of it back. “You know what else is hot? Dancing.”

You let Beau guide you to the makeshift dance floor where a wannabe DJ has a booth set up. One thing that you quickly learned about Beau is that he’s a phenomenal dancer. Probably because his sister made him learn choreography to every musical ever when they were growing up, but you were thankful that he had good rhythm.

The song blasting from the speakers was a remix of ABBA and Britney Spears and you let the music move your body. Beau’s hands still haven’t left your waist, and you let him pull your backside to his front. He guided your body to grind against him, making sure every single part of your body was connected to him. You rolled your hips back to meet his and he let out a small groan in your ear.

“God, I’m gonna miss you over break,” Beau says. “What am I supposed to do when I can’t have you in my bed whenever I want?”

“Who says you can have me whenever you want?” you tease back. 

“C’mon baby, don’t do that,” he groans, spinning you back around to face him. “You know you’re gonna miss having 24/7 access to me too.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, rolling your eyes playfully. “I’m going to miss you too. What am I supposed to do without your 6 a.m. practice times or your late night video game habits?”

Beau laughs at that and leans down to press a small kiss to your lips. “Well I guess if you’re going to miss me that much, we should probably make this official.”

With your hands placed loosely on his hips, you pull your upper body back slightly to meet his gaze. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, dead. If I can’t see you for a while I want to be your boyfriend. And I want to know that my girl won’t be talking to anyone else.”

You feel your face warm as you realize how serious he is. You honestly thought that your fling would fizzle out over the break. Not that you wanted it to, but sometimes it was hard to read how Beau felt about you. And now here he is, declaring his want for you.

“So is this you asking me to be your girlfriend?” you say. You don’t know why you’re asking for clarification, but it earns you one of Beau’s bright smiles.

“Yeah, baby, this is me asking. Will you please be my girlfriend?”

“Of course. There’s nothing I want more,” you respond. 

You slide your hands up to the nape of his neck and pull him in for a kiss. His hands grip your waist possessively, matching your enthusiasm.  

And suddenly, you’re not that worried about the summer break after all. 

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i’m really hoping to have part 3 of my ceo!rhysand series out by the end of this weekend. work has been so crazy and i haven’t had much time to write😭

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an accidental run-in (part two)

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It’s past midnight when you finally get back to your apartment from Rhysand’s house. You’ve been ignoring his calls, unsure of what you would even say to him. You’ve never had a secret to keep from him before and you don’t like it at all. 

After your eventful night, you’re tired enough to pass out as soon as your head hits the pillow. But your final thought before you fall asleep is centered around what Rhysand’s reaction is going to be when you walk into work tomorrow.

It’s not unusual for Rhysand to call you into work early on a Saturday morning. The sad truth is that you really don’t have anything more exciting that you could be doing. He’s never in the office for long on the weekends, but there are always a few tasks to wrap up from the week. Therefore, you don’t mind the extra quiet hours where it’s typically just you and Rhysand in the office.

But as you scan your badge to get into the building, there’s a knot of dread in your stomach. This isn’t going to be one of those peaceful mornings where you and Rhysand set up shop in either your office or his and work parallel with one another. 

You’ve been avoiding his calls because you know how pissed he’s going to be.

And sure enough, when you open your office door, Rhysand is sitting behind your desk, in your chair, typing away on his laptop. His brows are furrowed together in concentration, and his fingertips are hitting the keys much more forcefully than needed.

Without even looking up at you, Rhysand commands, “Sit down.”

“Yes, sir,” you obey quickly, and then you immediately feel your face flush. You had never called him that before, but then that’s the first time Rhysand has ever ordered you around like that. Your nervous system was in overdrive.

But thankfully Rhysand didn’t call you out on it, and you slipped into the chair that sat opposite Rhysand’s—or actually yours, thank you very much. 

“Why didn’t you return my calls last night?” Rhysand asks, his voice rough. 

It was the obvious and expected question, but you still didn’t have an answer for him. You weren’t even sure why he had called you so many times. The paperwork he had asked you to pick up was for a longtime client that he didn’t have a scheduled meeting with for another month so it wasn’t like it was that important. 

The only other option was that Rhysand had somehow found out what had happened in his own home last night. 

And as if he could read your mind, Rhysand continues. “I run the top security program in the nation. You think I don’t have cameras in my house? That I don’t know who comes and goes on my property? So what did you think was going to happen?”

“I don’t know,” you respond, not allowing your voice to shake. “How am I supposed to tell my boss that his wife is cheating on him?”

Your heart is racing right now, about to leap out of your fucking chest. You’re unsure of Rhysand’s potential reaction. He never talks about his home life at work, but he’s had that wedding band on his left ring finger since the day he hired you. You can’t imagine that he’s thrilled about finding out that his wife is sneaking around behind his back.

“Y/N, I’m not upset that my wife had sex with someone else,” Rhysand says, letting out a soft exhale. “I was worried about you.”

“What?” you breathe out, your mouth falling open in shock. “Me? Why?”

“I guess I have to tell you everything now, don’t I?” Rhysand asks, but it’s apparent it’s more of a rhetorical question.

“Y/N, my wife and I are in the process of getting a divorce. It’s been an ongoing legal battle for the past several months. No one here knows except for Cassian and Azriel,” he says, referring to both of his head Chiefs of Executive Protection, also known as Rhysand’s two closest friends. “So I’m not upset about the fact that she’s sleeping with someone else. I mean, I wish she would take her indiscretions somewhere other than my house, but technically she’s not doing anything wrong.”

You are at a complete loss for words right now. You didn’t even know that there was anything wrong with Rhysand’s marriage, let alone that he was going through a divorce. And you still have no fucking clue why he was worried about you last night.

“But she was acting like it was a huge secret scandal. She even said to me, ‘I appreciate your discretion’,” you say, mocking his wife’s cold tone.

Rhysand rolled his deep blue-almost violet-eyes at that. “She only said that because she doesn’t want anything to make her look bad in the divorce hearings. And as if she thinks I would drag you into that bullshit.”

You find yourself biting back the words to say that you would let him. That if it came down to it you would do whatever it takes to help Rhysand. Over the course of working for him, you feel like you have a good understanding of who Rhysand is as a person. You know that he’s as loyal as they come and that he treats everyone with respect. It wouldn’t be a difficult decision at all to come to his defense.

But his explanation still doesn’t really give you a clear answer as to why he was worried about you. And when you say this to him, he can’t seem to make eye contact with you anymore. 

“When I found out that she was at the house, I was worried that she would manipulate you.” You’re sat forward in the chair, waiting to hear more. But it’s clear that he isn’t going to elaborate.

“Manipulate me how? She has no clue who I am,” you protest. You had never even met his wife before last night. “What would she even want to manipulate me for?”

It takes a while for Rhysand to respond to that. He rubs one of his hands against his strong jaw, and your gaze can’t help but fall to the way that his muscles ripple against the skin of his forearm. 

But finally he says, “Because she knows how I feel about you.”

Your heart stutters in your chest and your words come out breathless. “How you feel about me? What do you mean ‘how you feel about me’?” 

Rhysand lets out a long breath. “Y/N…,” he trails off. “I don’t know if we should be having this conversation right now. I’m sorry you got dragged into this mess last night. If I had known she would be at the house before I sent you there I never would have asked you to go.”

He stands up from your desk, collecting his laptop. “I have work I really need to get done right now. You’re free to go today, I’ll see you on Monday, ok?” 

As he stalks out of your office, the door swings shut behind him and you’re left speechless. What the fuck was that?

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an accidental run-in

1.3k words | warnings: mdni; nsfw, cheating

The first thing you see when you walk into work on Friday morning is the to-do list posted on your desk. It’s five bullet points long and you easily recognize your boss’s casual scrawl. You can’t help but smile down at the note, getting in a good laugh at how type A your boss is. He’s been away on a business trip this week and each day there’s been a handwritten to-do list ready on your desk each morning. Today’s reads:

Pick up dry cleaning @ noon

Email Cassian about setting up a lunch meeting next week

Grab two bottles of Dom Pérignon for 5/28 dinner party

Take notes from the Hanover meeting + forward them to team

Follow up w/ Azriel’s assignment

Rhysand Valemont was a fairly easy boss, and he was certainly more charming than any other CEO you had worked for. Rhysand had poached you as his executive assistant two years ago, and the job perks were worth the long hours and demanding schedule. Plus, you didn’t necessarily have a bad view from your desk when Rhysand would roll up his shirt sleeves and pace around his own office. 

Throughout the day you pluck away at his to-do list, sprinkling in your own emails to send out and meetings to attend. Rhysand was very prideful on your note-taking abilities and often bragged about having the most hard-working executive assistant. 

It’s finally reaching 6 o’clock when you wrap up your work and head outside to your waiting Uber. Since it’s a Friday night, you have a hot date with your TV and a takeaway pizza. You pull out your phone to make the delivery request when Rhysand’s name flashed across your screen. 

You answer the call as you hop into the ride-share. “Hello?”

“Thank God you answered,” came Rhysand’s velvety smooth voice over the speaker. “Would you mind stopping by my house? I left some paperwork there that I need for tomorrow morning, but my flight doesn’t get in until eight. You still have the key, right?”

Well, there went your night of some r&r. Rhysand’s house was a good thirty minutes from the office and you lived on the other side of the city. 

“Yeah, I do. Are they in your study?”

“Yeah, they should just be out on the desk. You’re a lifesaver, Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The line disconnects and you relay your plans to the Uber driver. You can tell she isn’t happy about having to quickly merge through three lanes, but you promise you’ll double her tip. It’s a good thing Valemont Executive Security pays well. 

Almost an hour later thanks to some untimely traffic, you finally arrive at Rhysand’s home. It also just occurs to you that his wife might be home. Rhysand hadn’t specified, but he usually lets you know if she’s not there.

After strongly emphasizing to the Uber driver that you were just running in to grab something and that you would be less than two minutes, you turned the key into the lock and ventured into the foyer. 

“Hello?” you called out, heading in the direction of Rhysand’s home office. 

Rhysand’s house was huge. The first time that you had been instructed to pick something up that he had left behind, you were awestruck at all of the amenities the house had to offer. He had two acres of land to call a backyard, which featured a tennis court and an in-ground swimming pool. But the house was even more gorgeous on the inside. 

But before you could admire the house even more, you noticed something out of place at the top of the staircase landing. A pair of lacy black underwear was left on the ground. 

God, I never need to see Rhysand’s wife’s underwear ever again, you think to yourself as you continue down the long hallway to his office, ignoring the offending article of clothing. But you quickly notice more garments littered across the floor: a pair of jeans, two mismatched socks, and a pair of men' s boxers.

What the fuck? Rhysand didn’t seem to be the type of man who would leave his boxers on the floor of his neatly kept home before leaving on a business trip. And even more startling, he didn’t seem like the type of man to wear red, plaid boxers in the first place.

The only plausible explanation was that his wife had to be cheating on him. 

You stopped right outside of his office, and you immediately heard the distinct sounds of sex. There was no possible way that Rhysand’s wife would be having sex on his office desk while he was away on a work trip. But sure enough, as you nudge the door open just a bit further, there was his wife getting well and thoroughly fucked.

But before either her or the man currently thrusting into her could see or hear you, you quickly backed away and shuffled into the nearest bathroom. You don’t think that they heard you so you take a deep breath and consider your options. You could call Rhysand and disturb his flight, not to mention his marriage, or you could let it go and let his wife continue to cheat on him. But neither of those sounded like the right option. 

You sat down on the toilet with the intention to pull up Rhysand’s contact, but you instantly shot up like a rocket when a splash of water flew out of the toiled and soaked through the ass of your pants.

“What the fuck!” you loudly shout, forgetting that you weren’t alone in the house.

The faint sounds of fucking cease and you know you’re done for.

“Hello? Who the fuck is out there?” a throaty feminine voice called out.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

The bathroom door slams open and there is Rhysand’s wife. She’s thankfully wrapped up in a bedsheet, but even so, you wouldn’t have been able to notice anything beyond her eyes that were wild with rage.

“Who are you and what the fuck are you doing here?” she seethed.

“I’m Y/N, Rhysand’s assistant. He just sent me here to pick up some paperwork,” you answered, grateful that your voice didn’t waver.

“Why the hell are your pants soaked?” she demanded. “And Rhysand never sends his assistants here.”

You needed to get the fuck out of there, but somehow your mouth opened itself up and rambled, “Um, well I went to sit down on the toilet but the water shot up and sprayed me in the ass. I’ve never seen a toilet do that before, and it kind of stung actually, so maybe you should get it looked at.”

“It’s a bidet,” his wife gritted out. “It’s not a fucking toilet.”

“Oh,” you nodded, as if that was a reasonable explanation enough and you could make a quick getaway. “Well, I’m so sorry to have interrupted your night. I’ll just let you get back to…whatever it is you were doing and I’ll just let Rhysand know I wasn’t able to find the paperwork. I’m not going to say a word.”

You weren’t even sure that you wouldn’t tell Rhysand what you walked into, but you would say whatever you needed to in order to get out of this awkward ass situation.

“I appreciate your discretion,” she says coolly. “Now get out.”

You don’t linger a second longer and you sprint back out to the sprawling front lawn. It was a shot in the dark that your Uber would still be there so you’re not at all surprised when you don’t see any bright headlights waiting for you. 

You pull out your phone to request another ride, but your heart sinks when you see eight missed calls from Rhysand. 

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ceo!rhysand

Rhysand Valemont is the sole owner of Valemont Executive Security. He founded the company when he was fresh out of college, after double majoring in business and cyber security. He takes his company very seriously and only hires the best of the best. People are placing their entire trust and sometimes their livelihood in Rhysand’s hands and that isn’t a role he takes on lightly. It can be meticulous and demanding work, but when he looks up from his desk and sees you deep in concentration or occasionally chatting with his CFO’s assistant, he can’t ignore that gravitational pull he has towards you. 

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˙⋆✮ intro: rockstar!mattheo riddle ♫⋆ —

A SURPRISE ALBUM & THE SHOCKING RETURN of LONDON'S BELOVED BADBOY by ROBERTA STONE

What does it take to be the most talented singer-songwriter in the entertainment industry?

Fingers of pure gold that would make even the staunchest muggle believe in magic upon hearing his riffs? A tongue sharper than a dagger? Lyrics with a creative genius that evoke something between Shakespeare and Steven Tyler?

Certainly, a mix of all three, or so it would seem for Mattheo Riddle.

But in an extraordinarily rare and exclusive interview with Spellbound Sound, I got to hear it from the prodigy himself: What is the secret to his greatness?

Spoiler: It’s not the answer you’re expecting.

“Regret” he says, slouched comfortably on the leather couch across from me, one arm slung naturally over the back. “And heartbreak” he adds nonchalantly, his expression refusing to betray a single emotion until his eyes slide to mine.

“Heartbreak that you feel as raw as the day it happened; the kind you never get over” he continues, unsmiling. “It’s fueled this entire album” he says, referring to the surprise release dropping at midnight furtively titled The Myth of the Sparrow as well as his anticipated return to the stage after a nearly three-year hiatus.

“Does she know?” I prod, too intimidated by his glare to begin to a hazard a guess at who his mystery muse might be.

For the first time his lips lift into his signature smirk, the one that’s as sinister as it is beautiful.

“She does now” he purrs.

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movie night

warnings: mdni; nsfw, fingering, semi-public sex, praise, cheating

It’s late Saturday night, and you, Garrick, and your sister are in the living room watching a movie. It was a movie your sister really wanted to watch, but you could tell Garrick wasn’t as interested. And even though it was the movie she fucking picked out, you could hear your sister lightly snoring from her end of the couch. You rolled your eyes and turned up the volume on the remote, trying to drown her out. You could also feel Garrick’s intense gaze sweeping over your face. 

He inched slowly away from your sister, and placed himself closer to you, lifting the large blanket that was covering your lap and draping it over himself too. 

“Looks like she’s passed out,” he whispers in your ear. “I’ve been waiting all fucking night to touch you.”

“We can’t, Garrick,” you scoff incredulously. “I’m not going to touch you while she’s right there.” 

He gives you a wicked smile. “Then let me touch you, angel.” Underneath the blanket, he runs his hand up the length of your thigh. 

You tremble at his delicate touch, and try not to make any noise. “Garrick,” you quietly moan.

“Atta girl, be good f’me ok? I’m going to make you feel so good, I promise.” He lets his long fingers run over the edge of your tiny pj shorts, slowly dipping in towards your cunt. “You’re so wet for me, aren’t you?”

You’re so damn worried you’re going to let a moan slip out, so you clamp your lips together and nod your head sharply. He slips one finger into your pussy, and you clench down around him. He works his finger in and out of you so slowly you feel like you’re going to explode. 

“Please, Garrick,” you whine, tilting your hips up to try and create more friction. He’s moving so. damn. slow. 

“You gotta relax, angel. If you want to come, you have to stay still f’me. You’re doing so good, ok?” he whispered, placing a soft kiss against the side of your neck. “I just want to tease you a little bit longer.”

“What if she wakes up?” you whisper back. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, and then inserts a second finger. You stifle a gasp, writhing at how good it feels. He adds his thumb, rubbing it against your clit. “Just focus on me, ok?”

You look up at him, his hazel eyes almost glowing. There’s a soft smirk on his face, as he concentrates on making you come. He moves his fingers even faster, and it’s like he can sense that your orgasm is right there. He brings his free hand up to cover your mouth as you release, your juices covering his hand.

“Fuck, angel, you’re so good,” he says, bringing his fingers up to his mouth. “And you taste even better.” 

And the way that he’s looking at you right now makes you wish that he had never met your sister. It’s always been a physical relationship between the two of you, but you’ve never been able to tell if he has actual real feelings for you.

But then suddenly Garrick pulls away from you and gets up off the couch. “I should get her to bed,” he whispers, bending down and scooping your sister into his arms. You watch as he carries her upstairs and they disappear out of your view. 

And all you can think about is how he’ll never be yours. 

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sister’s bf!garrick has been dating your older sister for a year now, and you’ve been infatuated with him since the day you met him. He’s everything you want in a man: supportive, intelligent, and he has a really good sense of humor. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s nice to look at either. Too bad he’s already taken. 

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you see jimmy's abs for the first time

tags: suggestive content, journalist!reader

You don’t know if it was on purpose or not. 

Jimmy is sitting at his desk across from yours and his eyes are scanning through whatever’s on his computer, but his body and chair are angled towards you. You’re supposed to be working on your article that needs to be submitted by the end of the day, but you keep getting distracted by any small movement that Jimmy makes. 

And you can’t tell if he knows that you’re watching when he reaches up to scratch the back of his neck. The bottom of his shirt lifts up and your initial reaction is to snatch your gaze away. But temptation wins over and you can’t help but try to sneak another glance. And holy fuck. Jimmy Olsen has abs. You don’t know how he hasn’t noticed that practically half of his stomach is on display, but you’re not about to say anything. You can tell that he has at least a six-pack, and you keep your stare on him, hoping that maybe another half inch of his shirt will ride up. 

But unfortunately, your perfect view is taken away when Clark’s large frame steps in front of Jimmy and they strike up a conversation. You force your gaze back to your computer but you still find it hard to concentrate on what you’re supposed to be doing. 

You started as an intern at the Daily Planet several years ago, and from your first day on, the only thing the other interns wanted to talk about was Jimmy Olsen. You knew that if you joined in, it could automatically set a reputation for you that you didn’t want. so you kept your head down, focused on your work, and just admired him from afar. It didn’t win you any sort of kinship with the other interns, but it caught the attention of Lois Lane and the two of you had been close ever since.

Which is why she feels comfortable enough to take a seat on the edge of your desk, a knowing smirk on her face. “If only you had Superman’s x-ray vision, huh?”

“Shut up, Lois,” you banter back, and give her a light push off of your desk. And as she walks away, still laughing, your gaze can’t help but fall back to Jimmy. 

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jimmy olsen

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you see jimmy's abs for the first time

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clark kent

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