A/N ᯓ★ Hi lovelies, this a one-shot that is in relation to The Sweetest Taboo cinematic universe, therefore not affecting the main plot. This is just a lil drabble I would like to share with y'all :3
Word Count ᯓ★ 388
It's so sweet, swinging to the beat, when I know that you're doing it all for me - Lana Del Rey, A$AP Rocky
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⊹ ࣪ ˖After the success of your bands first mixtape, Diamond Life, breaking you out of the underground scene, a debut studio album was definitely due. For the album cover, it was agreed upon that the shining star, Pink Diamond would grace the cover.
⊹ ࣪ ˖Once the creative vision had been discussed, the glam team immediately got to work. Nanami payed attention to the whole process, intrigued as to how your makeup artist managed to make you look even more breathing taking than usual. He made sure to pay extra attention as to how your hair was styled, interested in the process of taking care of and styling your hair type, ensuring to take mental notes for future reference.
⊹ ࣪ ˖Knowing that you were excited for the shoot, Nanami comes prepared with a Y/N emergency kit, a backpack filled with necessities that you would have most likely forgotten to pack, causing you to become irritated for the rest of the photoshoot.
“Ugh, I think I forgot my Walkman and my Miki Matsubara cassette at- Oh, thank you Ken”
⊹ ࣪ ˖During the photoshoot session, Nanami ensures to remain on site, providing support along each step of the way. He cannot imagine how stressful the whole process may be, especially if the same procedure is constantly repeated until the outcome is ‘perfect’. Calming your nerves and hyping up his beautiful woman? He’s doing all of it, including slipping in a few kisses on the head and shoulder massages of reassurance.
⊹ ࣪ ˖Once the photoshoot had ended, Nanami had immediately surprised you with a bouquet of your favourite flowers and takeaway from your favourite Japanese BBQ restaurant, regardless of it being a 20-minute taxi drive from the studio.
⊹ ࣪ ˖A few weeks after the shoot, as you and Nanami are out for your usual dates, he pulls out his wallet to pay the bill. It is in his wallet where you get a glimpse of what seems to be a small film photograph from your photoshoot.
“Where did you get that from?” “I spoke to the head photographer; I need to support my star.” a small smile crept onto his face.
02 ᯓ★ The night takes an unexpected turn for Nanami, leaving him with a newfound love for jazz music and interest in a certain band member.
WORD COUNT ᯓ★ 960
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Forty minutes. Forty whole minutes I had spent admiring a particular member of the band when I was meant to be cracking open my book and cuddle Luna while this weeks episode of my favourite gardening show provides ambience while I sink into my warm bed. Yet here I was, absolutely enamoured over a star like I was some teenage boy.
How pathetic.
I glance at my wristwatch, planning what would be the best descion to make, especially considering how tomorrows workday was too be started off with a tedious meeting with head office, one that would need me well rested in order to survive the workday and somewhat socialise with business partners.
The instrumentation of the band come to an eventaul halt and the crowd was reduced to low murmurs, instantly grabbing my attention and pulling me out my thoughts. The beautiful singer inched toward the crowd, close enough to allow for the people to reach out to her yet too far to touch. All I could do was take a sip of my drink and continue to admire from afar, awaiting her next move with high anticipation.
“You all have been amazing as usual and we truly love performing here.” She spoke, her warm sultry voice enough to have you wrapped around her manicured finger and drive a grown man wild. “Unfortunatley, our time together has come to an end but we will definately being seeing you all next week for another night in The Savoy. Now, before we go, here with our final song for the night, ‘Paradise.’”
The band resumed playing and the crowd began to immdiately came alive once again. People began dancing, singing along or simply erupting into joyous conversation. I let out a deep sigh of content, allowing the beauty of the situation to actually set into my system. Being able to sit here, in this niche yet cosy jazz bar in Shibuya, surrounded by many who were brought here either by chance or choice, and just come together to experience this. Although the band was from a foreign land and may speak with words unfamiliar to some, including myself, their music had been able to connect us all.
Once the song had come to an end, the crowd had exploded into frantic applause as all band members rose from their positions and had bowed. I also stood from my spot on the suprisingly comfortable bar stool to give the performance its well-deserved recognition. I watch as the performers are slowly sheilded by the closing velvet curtains and get one more glance of ‘Pink Diamond’ before deciding to collect all my belongings, pay the bar tender and make my journey home.
Once I step out the bar, the cold night air pricks my face I am brought to reality. Now I am just a salaryman. Now I have work in the morning. Now I will go back to my routine and probably never return to The Savoy.
As I walk towards the train station, which is relatively close to the bar, I catch myself humming tunes of the songs that have managed to slowly settle into memory.
Once I arrive at the station which is much emptier in comparison to the usual after work rush, I take a seat on the cold metallic chairs, attempting to avoid the ones with a heavy stench of urine, awaiting the next train’s arrival. As I mentally begin to plan out my next few days I feel a light tap on my shoulder.
“Hi, can you please help me?”
I feel my eyes slightly widen but I immediately attempt to regain my composure. ‘Pink Diamond’ was here. Although she had spoken in a broken Japanese, I notice her discreetly point towards an excuse of man who had seemed to be following her and was currently waiting out by a pillar. I quickly understood what she meant. He was a creep and I knew I had to take action to ensure her safety, especially knowing the nature of men who would be lurking at this time.
I had stood up from my position on the train station bench and had motioned for her to sit down, offering her my work blazer to help sheild her from the stations conditions which had become slightly chilly at this hour. She graciously accepts it, immediately snuggling into its warmth. Cute. “I will handle it don’t worry.” I awnsered her in not so clear English, attempting to recall what I knew from my early childhood in Europe. I gave her a nod of reassurance, ensuring to maintain personal space then left to handle the weirdo.
I fearlessly approached him and spoke up, “I don’t know whether you are some pig or an excuse man but leave her alone.” The man scoffs before expelled a wad of spit near my feet. What a pig. “Im not doing jack, just simply-“, “-I did not ask what you are doing, I asked you to leave her alone.” I coldly stare at the man, subconsciously clenching my jaw due to my raising irritation. He eventually gets the message and walks the other way, muttering curses under his breath and going who knows where.
I let out a sigh of relief and turn back to check on the singer and how she was doing. I feel myself grow rather timid once I am near her, clearly my throat and awkwardly motioning to where the creep was, indicating I took care of the situation. She immediately sprung to her feet and gently layed her hand on my bicep, “Thank you so much.”
Her gesture was a shortlived yet pleasant and I caught myself shamelessly missing her touch already.
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01 ᯓ★ Salaryman Kento Nanami is caught up in a rough storm, forcing him to take refuge in an underground jazz bar where he meets her.
WORD COUNT ᯓ★ 972
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As the thunder crashes, I let out a sigh of relief, finally seeking shelter from the storm that was drenching the city. Today was a day filled with many inconveniences, ranging from minor to irritating. On the furthest end of the spectrum, there was the main event, forgetting my umbrella. I rub my nose bridge and let out a frustrated sigh, my attempt to regain composure as I take in my newfound surroundings.
Dim lighting, instrumentals, light conversation and the faint smell of alcohol. As I adjusted my position from leaning on the door I entered through, my eyes immediately caught sight of the neon orange sign that illuminated the stairwell I found myself in. I was in a bar.
Wonderful.
I was never one to go out much, especially to drink. Contrary to my co-workers, after work was time for me to go home, prepare a well balanced meal, spend time with Luna, enjoy a light read then go to bed instead of getting wasted in some substandard tavern. Unfortunately, with the rate the rain was pouring down from the dark clouds, there was no chance of me being able to go home without being further drenched so I had decided to wait out the storm in this bar.
I descend down the stairwell to where the actual bar was and was immediately taken a back. This was far different than than the pubs where my colleagues got their cheap liquor, this was a hidden gem. A jazz bar.
Once you go down the grimy stairs you are met with a huge lounge filled with people that shared drinks and laughter. The warm, orange lighting gave off comfortable feel and accompanied with the talented musicians that played on the stage towards the end of the room made it quite atmospheric. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad.
I walk to the bar, taking a seat of the suprisingly comfortable stools. “What can I get you to drink?” a bartender immediately greets me with a smile as warm as the place itself. “A sparkling water would be fine, thank you.” he nods and goes to the fridge to get a bottle of my requested drink and pours it into a fine glass. I thank him with a small nod, hoping our interaction would end there. I was not in the mood to socialise at the moment.
“It’s your first time in a place like this, I can tell.” he speaks up, causing me to internally sigh but still pay attention to what he says, “You are eyeing the place like a child, it’s clear there’s a wonder in your eyes. You know, The Savoy is a place like no other, mainly because of our star of it all, Pink Diamond.” Pink Diamond? What is that? The curiosity was probably written all over my face as it prompted the bartender to speak up yet again, “She’s the lead singer of this band, The Crystalline Crowd. They are a foreign music group coming from somewhere in the west and they perform in this bar, once a week in all of Shibuya. You are lucky enough that tonight is one of those evenings. They will be set to come on in about half an hour.”
I take a sip of my drink, a music group from the west? Interesting. I glance down at my wristwatch, 19:01. Normally at this time I am sautéing my onions but I now I find my curiosity, and the weather, is causing me to wait, though I suppose a 35 minutes wait wouldn’t hurt. It would give me enough time catch glances of this ‘Pink Diamond’ and for the rain to dissipate.
So I had waited, allowing for the minutes to tick by as I absorbed the ambiance of the bar, allowing the soulful sounds to become a guilty pleasure of mine. Before I had known it, the music had come to an eventual halt and a man with a beautiful dark tone had taken the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you are all ready for a night of groove, passion and romance! Please welcome to the stage, The Crystalline Crowd!”
With that the place immediately erupts into applause and excitement as the velvet curtains that surrounded the stage begin to close. I glance down at my watch, 19:30. They had exactly five minutes. No more.
People shuffle around the lounge in order to get a better view of the show that was about to start. Once the noise of the room was reduced the velvet curtains slowly open to reveal five silhouettes, causing the crowd to enter another frenzy.
Their first song starts off with drums before all the instruments join together in a rich blend, immediately catching my attention. The stage lights turn on, casting an otherworldly glow around the musicians but my eye was set on a specific performer.
Ah, so that’s Pink Diamond.
Everything from the elegance she carried herself with, the beautiful skin that just seemed to glow in the bars lighting, the shimmering scarlet dress that hugs her form or her tantalising voice, I could see where all the praise came from.
The crowd, including myself, watched the band perform in awe, some even singing along in what I assume to be the chorus of the song. “Is it a crime? That I still want you? And I want you to want me too?” she sang and I could’ve swore she looked at me when she sang that specific part.
My attention is immediately drawn away from the performance once I feel my wristwatch repeatedly beep. Had it really been 35 minutes? I let out a sigh and switch off the timer. An extra ten minutes would not hurt.
SUMMARY ᯓ★ When stormy conditions force Kento Nanami, a lonely salaryman, to seek shelter in 'The Savoy', an underground jazz bar, he encounters an international rising star who instantaneously captures his heart. Nanami is transported to a chaotic world where he learns to break out his rigid way of life to be with the one he loves.
INCLUDES ᯓ★ Black!coded reader, dual pov, fluff, no canon JJK events, mentions of alcohol, smoking, slight violence,
DISCLAIMER ᯓ★ This fic will contain mentions of the queen, Miss Sade Adu's music (lyrics, song names, albums, etc. ) , I am NOT claiming any of her art as mine.
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01 ᯓ★ Salaryman Kento Nanami is caught up in a rough storm, forcing him to take refuge in an underground jazz bar where he meets her.
02 ᯓ★ The night takes an unexpected turn for Nanami, leaving him with a newfound love for jazz music and interest in a certain band member.
synopsis: Billy will do anything for you, even punch a guy who tries to get handsy with you.
warning: inaccurate historical events, descriptions of violence involving punching with slight choking, assault (gripping arm, trying to kiss, hands rooming).
Believe him Billy never planned nor did he want to fall for most protected girl in Lincoln County. The shy innocent sweet gentle girl whom he had come to enjoy the sass of and wants to feel closer to that beautiful heart of hers. She was so perfect, her eyes, her locs of hair, her voice that sounded better than any songbird he’d ever heard in his eighteen years of life, and she was kind to every soul even when they did not deserve it. Though there was one part that made her not so innocent, her desire to escape and be free, she was a bird with clipped wings trapped in the cage of this county.
Y/N Y/MN Y/SN, daughter of the Preacher and niece of Sherif William Brady, a spoiled little girl who seamed to get whatever she wanted whenever she wanted, with a simple 'Daddy please.'
To say she was guarded was an understatement. Her father kept her resisted from many things while her uncle hardly let any man on her line of sight.
And yet, she had slipped through those cracks of protection and found herself in the arms of a young new outlaw, Billy the kid.
At first he had tried to pull away and distance himself from her, but his efforts failed and he felt himself slipping from control. He had put as many boundaries between them as possible, partly because Sherif Brady practically threatened to shoot him down if he saw him near her again, but to be fair he was not that all if at all scared of the man.
He sat at the poker table with his messy wavy brown hair, kind yet cold blue eyes, charming smile, fair skin, and tall strong 6 foot frame, he had grown a lot in the time since running away from his god awful stepfather. A lone wolf, the kid who was only out for himself.
Which is why when the boy, now man, at the ripe age of eighteen almost twitched when he saw Y/N walk into the saloon and head for the bar. He was only two years senior of her but they were like worlds apart. She wore a very beautiful, very classy dress, a white dress, with touches of her own style, it was far too nice for this side of town and too short for her side. It seamed to not fit into either. But oh boy was it doing things for her figure, he could only imagine the impure things he’d like to do to her. Such as taking her behind this very bar.
She has chosen to wear her hair down tonight, to most it would mean nothing, but he knew the message she was trying send even if she didn’t know herself. Those beautiful eyes of hers looked on as she tried to order something. He could not exactly catch what it was but the second he saw that disgusting smirk on the bartender’s face, he was up in an instance.
Y/N hardly noticed when Billy stepped behind her. Until she felt the air change around her, feeling his breath, a mix of warmth and a cigar from not too long ago. Too entranced by his mere existence she didn’t hear him canceling drink until a water was placed in front of her.
“Excuse me, I think you’ve made a mistake, I ordered - “ Y/N pushed the glass of water back to the bartender, her brows frowning in confusion as she tried to explain what in her mind was a clear mixup.
“No mistake, she’s al’ good.” She felt his gruff voice before she heard it, turning at lightning speed almost colliding with his chest.
“Easy there, darlin’”
“I am not your darling.” Y/N tried to sound intimating but it came out as a squeak, the kind a mouse makes in a tap. She cleared her throat, patting down her dress as she took a step to the side to put distance between them.
“A girl like you doesn’t belong in a place like this.” Billy huffed, fixing the position of his hat absentmindedly before he met her glaze.
“And what pretell, kind of place does a girl such as myself, belong in?”
She took a step forward, putting her chin up high to try remain any remain of composure.
She waited and waited. Staring up at the outlaw in front of her but no words left his chapped lips.
“I thought so.” Y/N turned on her heel, not giving him another look, determined to enjoy her rare opportunity of freedom.
Click. Her boots which Billy only noticed now made a different noise to most.
“Kid, you really are not on your game tonight, eh?” A fellow outlaw asked Billy, when he beat him at another round of poker for the third time tonight.
“Whatca get yourself into now?” The man on his left asked causing Billy to huff not liking that he was the centre of attention.
“Nothin.” The word slipped from his tongue like venom, almost threatening any who dared ask again. He earned a few scofts and eye rolls but it shut them up.
Shifting his blue eyes from the cards in front of him, his glaze flickered to Y/N’s figure. She was having the time of her life, dancing, singing, and drinking, despite Billy’s earlier attempt to supply her with non-alcohol beverages. He had never seen her quite so free, she was letting loose, and everyone loved her. The way she held herself, her laugh which was louder than any other, it was almost infectious. It made him lower his guard for a second, a second. Within that single second it was back up when he noticed the wandering eyes of men.
Each more disgusting than the last, a woman like Y/N, young, pure, gentle, beautiful, with that fire didn’t come around these parts much which made her that much more alluring to others. She had a few run ins but nothing that she couldn’t handle herself. But that didn’t stop his eyes from burning into the backs of every man who was in her proximity.
Completly uninterested with the poker game now, panic started to creep up his neck when his line of sight was blocked. He caught a glimpse of her slipping off to the bathroom but he couldn’t be sure. Billy kept his eyes trained on the bathroom exit waiting for Y/N to walk back out, and he prayed she was safe.
When he finally saw her beautiful figure, he let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding in. However his calm or relief did not last long.
Just then, a tall, large man with an intoxicated limp started to get a little too close for Billy’s liking. The man was in his own right but that didn’t stop Billy from bolting when the man got handsy with Y/N.
“Come on, sweetheart.” The man’s words slurred a clear indication that he’d had one too many beers.
“I said no.” Y/N repeated again, trying loose the man in the crowd, hoping he would get the message.
“Don’t be like that, you know you want it.” The man grabbed her arm, gripping her with a strength that overpowered her. Leaving her stuck in place as she tried again and again to pull out from his grasp. Her face red with panic, tears forming in her eyes.
“Let me go!” She yelled, yanking herself away from the man before he grabbed both her arms with each of his hands. With her now in place he leaned in to kiss her, Y/N struggling against his grip before -
“She said let go.” Billy’s voice was draped in venom not like the one from before, but deeper, like a snake hissing at its prey. He clenched his fists as his sides. Red in the face he stared down the man with a look that could kill.
“Get lost kid.” The man shrugged Billy off returning to his position, his hands traveling down Y/N.
However, before he could make his move, Billy gripped him by the collar, throwing him up against the wooden wall next to the bar. The man’s body collided with the drinks sack, scattering glass around him earning gasps from the salons dwellers.
“What the fuck-“
“You have no right to touch her.” Billy’s nostrils flared as he tightened the grip on the man’s neck. He didn’t let go until the man began gasping due breathe. The man chocked out an apology that only Billy heard before Billy let go.
Turning to a wide eyed Y/N, Billy grabbed her hand, checking her for marks to see if she was hurt or not. Behind him he could hear the man try to catch his breath as he mumbled some derogatory remark about Y/N.
That was it.
Billy’s fist smashed against the man’s face with such a force that left him shuddering back. In turn the man tried to stand up but instead was met with the grunt of Billy’s foot in his ribs.
All he could see was red.
He kicked, punched, and threw the man against everything in sight. Outlaws called out his name and the bartender even yelled at him to take it outside but he didn’t hear a thing.
“Billy, please, stop.” Her voice. Her sweet perfect voice broke through all the noise and he turned to find her face fill of tears. It broke its heart.
Turning back to the man, he loosened his grip letting him go and watched as he limped away.
His chest heaved up and down, his heart practically beating outside his chest. But then it all stopped. When he felt her.
She caressed his face with her fingers, rubbing at the new bruises and blood.
