#my brain is the wrong brain i would like a better brain pls :(

[teh-nos]

i don't know really. i have to add things to fics so they're long enough to be worth writing, but also i am to not add things to them. they are just to become the right length on their own. but the length they usually end up at is wrong. but everyone writing 500k is wrong too. but they are more right than me because longfics are apparently "better" (according to some fucking idiot on that 'novels are a snack' post). but also long has got longer. on it's own. because nobody else has to think of things to add.

[mademartyr]

unfortunately in another era where simply existing makes my brain feel so exhausted that sitting down and busting out drafts makes my brain want to explode but. hey. <3 i’m hoping to get some stuff done tomorrow so i can stop feeling so unproductive and somewhat rid myself of my writing itch but we’ll see

[stabbyfoxandrew]

uh oh... angel neil giving me problems again y'all.

nooooo we were getting along so good and now >:((( i've written myself into a hole sort of! damn it

[no-144444]

hiii can u pls make a kimi fic that has angst and fluff??? u can make the story☺️☺️☺️🩷🩷 tyyy

sacrifices- k.antonelli

��summary: everyone has to make sacrifices...

꩜pairing: andrea kimi antonelli x fem! reader

“We need your full focus, Kimi,” Toto sighed. “You have a chance this year. You need to capitalise.” 

The way he said it sent off alarm bells in his head, and he gulped. There was something about the way Toto was looking at him, that silent sympathy but tough love he was used to. Last minute light night meetings were reserved for real problems, and it wasn’t like Kimi was underperforming. He had won a race already. He was qualifying well. He was on the podium constantly. There was a certain silence in the motorhome that always made him uneasy, and it sure as hell wasn’t helping the way this conversation made him feel. 

“I plan on,” he shrugged. “And the team is my full focus.” 

Toto sighed. “You don’t understand what I’m asking, do you?” he looked down, exasperated, as Kimi shook his head. “Y/n. You won't… I’ve talked to Y/n.” 

That was all kinds of fucked. Kimi’s jaw dropped, his brain bringing him to his feet before he could think about what he was doing, who he was threatening, or what this all meant. The air in the room vanished, replaced only by a thick tension, one Kimi would only add to. His whole body went cold. “You do not get to meddle in my life!” he shouted, crossing the table and getting right up into Toto’s face, a pointed finger at his chest, hitting it, hard. “I have a girlfriend who is nothing but supportive of me and what I do, what I give to this team, even though it takes away from her! And I know you like to pretend I’m your son because it makes you feel better about the fact that your actual sons barely speak to you, but you’re not my dad,” his chest was heaving, head burning with anger, and he scoffed. “Fuck you.” 

Toto took a deep breath, shocked at his outburst. Stupidly, he thought this was going to be easy. He thought Kimi would do what he asked blindly. He was wrong. “We all have to make sacrifices-” 

“I will not sacrifice her,” he demanded, his voice cutting through the Austrian’s. “Not more than I already have to.” 

And he turned and left. He couldn’t do this right now, not when he just got you back from an argument about something stupid he did. He was working hard everyday to make you feel how much he cares about you, how much he loves you, despite the thousands of miles of distance. He dialled your number, terrified that Toto had gotten to you before him, and fucked up any chance he had of reconciliation. 

“Kimi?” You sighed. “What?”

“Please don’t tell me-”

“Toto talked to me,” you sighed. “Is that what you want?”

“NO!” he practically screamed down the phone. “God no!”

You let out another teary sigh. “Kimi, if it’s what you want I’ll understand,” you sniffled. “You’re busy now, you’re a famous F1 driver, you don’t have to just keep me around because you feel bad-”

“Baby please,” he begged. “Just please don’t. I love you, I have always loved you. I’m not giving you up just because Toto asked me to,” he shook his head, his feet working as fast as they could to get to his room before he had a breakdown. “Just- please don’t leave me.” 

You were quiet. “We can talk about this when you get home, alright?”

The silence was deafening when you hung up the phone and his mind raced as he sat in his driver’s room, his life falling apart. 

“Ready for quali?” a knock at the door signalled his time for leaving all of this shit in his driver’s room and making sure it didn’t touch his helmet. He wasn’t sure if he could. 

The dim light of the setting sun made the perfect backdrop for your quiet evening alone. You usually liked evenings like this, just you and your dinner, finishing up some college work, making yourself dinner, and calling Kimi. Little candles all over your apartment, a cosy blanket and couch, maybe the cat from next door would come in through the balcony and lie down beside you where Kimi usually sat. 

Except, that evening there was no calling Kimi. And the apartment felt much too cold. You couldn’t unhear Toto’s points about how Kimi performed better when you were there, because he had less to work about and juggle, but you couldn’t always be there. You had your own life and friends, your own family to take care of, your school and your work. You couldn’t drop it all just to follow Kimi around the globe. You adored him, but come on, that’s a huge ask from someone. And then Toto suggested breaking up and your heart just… broke. 

But if that’s what it has to be, then so be it. 

The door opened. “Y/n?” His voice was clearly tired but determined. You turned your eyes to the door, a puff of smoke leaving your mouth as your eyes found his. He hurried over to you and took the cigarette out of your hand before stomping on it, mumbling something about ‘Peccato per te. Giving me heart attacks’.

It was a bad habit you'd picked up from some of your college friends, but you'd gotten it down to only doing it when you were really stressed. You thought this situation more than applied to that.

You sat on the couch as he closed the sliding door of your apartment balcony and sighed. “Congrats on the weekend. Pole and podium are huge.” 

He sat down beside you, sighing. “It was… alright, I guess. Didn’t feel as good with you not there,” he turned his head with a small smile and saw the way you dropped at his words. He cleared his throat, not knowing what to say in the prolonged silence. 

“I think Toto’s right,” you practically whispered. “You don’t need me coming in and giving you more stress.”

He shook his head, taking your hands. “No, si sbaglia. You’re everything to me-”

“I shouldn’t be. Racing should, Kimi,” you sighed, dropping his hand. “Let’s face the facts, you’re going places in that sport, you’re going to be a household name. You don’t need me fucking up your first season just becasse-”

“You’re not fucking anything up,” he shook his head, calmer than you’d even seen him during a fight. “And I don’t care what Toto says, I love you, and I’m not giving that up. Fine della storia,” he shook his head and took your hands again, bringing them to his mouth to kiss them. “You’re brilliantly smart,” one kiss. “And stubborn,” another. “And everything I want. I’m not giving you up because Toto doesn’t understand me.”

You were quiet for a long moment. He was so sure. So soft with you. There was something in his voice that almost made you believe him. So you nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay?” he questioned, making sure. 

You turned your head and nodded. “Okay.” 

He leaned in and kissed you, and it felt right. But that growing pit in your stomach made you feel sick, and you didn’t know how long you could act like everything was fine. 

Toto had begged you to break up with him. 

You were considering it, for his own good.

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[gguk-n]

hey could you maybe write a lando x reader where when it was clear that lando lost the championship the reader just comforts him but he is distancing himself from her but she doesn’t give up on him so pls a happy end ❤️

established relationship, not very angsty, short

My World Champion

Things had been rough between the pair for a few months. With the mounting pressure on Lando to perform had left him pushing all those close to him away. He wasn't very happy with it but he felt like maybe he could focus better. The person who had to deal with the brunt of Lando's distance was his girlfriend, Y/N. They'd been together for a while and friends for longer. They just got each other like no other but lately Y/N felt like she didn't know Lando as well as she used to.

Y/N did try to bring up the distance. It was Azerbaijan, "Lan, don't you think we barely talk" Y/N spoke slowly, trying to start a conversation with her boyfriend who was sat across from her on the sofa. He didn't bother to even look up, "What's there to talk about when I'm busy trying to win a championship. Let me focus" he huffed. "I didn't mean it like that. I just thought we could spend some time together" Y/N trailed off. "We are sat together right now. How much more time do you want to spend with me?" Lando sighed and finally looked up from his laptop. "I just" she felt her voice die in her throat. 'I don't remember the last time we kissed Lan' her brain thought as she got up and left the room before another fight ensued.

It was during the winter break when things were starting to look up. Lando had just won the Singapore GP, he was more attentive and present; they even cuddled the whole day. Y/N thought that she had her boyfriend back. Oh how wrong she was because as soon as they were back on track; Lando was back to square one. The Austin loss hit deep, making Lando double down on strategising and spending every waking hour with the team or thinking about Formula One. It was like he forgot Y/N existed or for that matter himself. She would sit there and stare at her boyfriend who looked more and more like a stranger with each passing day.

Things had become rocky between them. She felt the divide growing with each passing weekend. Mexico wasn't any better. But Brazil landed a huge blow to Lando. He shut down, he stopped talking to anyone and spent all his time scrolling on his phone. There was nothing she could do without Lando walking out or shutting the door on her face. So, she sat and waited. She would cook his favourite food or leave out his favourite snacks to munch on. But she didn't make much break through on him; as he still chooses to stay reserved, opting to carry the burden alone.

It was after the Las Vegas quali, when Y/N noticed the light begin leave Lando's eyes. All she could offer were words and cuddles but Lando had put up a wall between them. The bed seemed too big for the two of them with either on each side. She stared at the space in between them wondering when it had gotten this big.

After the race, Y/N sighed a sigh of relief. The Championship battle was over and that meant she got her Lando back. She saw glimpses of him when he congratulated Max and couldn't wait to jump into his arms. But it was like Lando was back, just not for her.

That night, they spent it like any other, on either side of the bed. But as Y/N tried to fall asleep, she felt the bed shake. On further inspection, she saw Lando's frame quietly shaking from the sobs as he tried to not make any noise. Her heart hurt watching him, she slowly scooted over causing Lando to stop crying for a moment. She wrapped her arm around his torso and buried her head in his neck. "I love you, my world champion" she whispered causing Lando to turn around. His face was streaked with tears which she carefully wiped off. "I don't like it when you cry" she muttered and pecked his lips. "I thought you fell asleep" Lando mumbled. "Can't sleep without my cuddles" she quipped. "But, I'm not the world champion" was all he muttered, remembering her first comment. "For the world, no. For me, always" she smiled. Lando searched her eyes for anything, but all he found was undeterred love. "And you're not angry?" he asked. "No. I'm happy to watch you compete for the championship because I know, sooner or later you'll win it. Just waiting for that day" she reassured. "I'm sorry for being a dick. I was just" Lando spoke before she cut him off, "over whelmed. I know. But you didn't have to do it all alone. What am I here for?" she spoke tenderly. "I love you" he whispered kissing her for the first time in a long time. "I love you too, muppet" she whispered back. He looked at her for a long time as his hands pulled her closer, running along her frame; "What would I do without you?" he asked. "Crash and burn" she chided. "Agreed" he mumbled pulling her in for another kiss. "You alway know how to make me happy" he mumbled in between kisses. "Only when you listen to me. Otherwise you're Mr Grumpy" she chuckled. "I promise not to be Mr Grumpy anymore" he laughed kissing her again. "Next time I'm grumpy, kiss me. I think all my worries melt away with your kisses" he said pressing her against him. "So, the next time you start an argument, I'm gonna kiss you" she said cupping his cheeks. "Best way to end an argument" he smiled pressing their foreheads together. "I won't disagree" she kissed him again, making up for all the lost time.

[chamisulgrape]

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY 𖤐 [trailer]

One summer. 4 boys. Follow Y/N as she navigates her first heartbreak, first love, friendship and forbidden romance. (Or, before parting ways, y/n and her sister decide to have one last summer together. With her best friend since diapers, her sister's boyfriend, her sister's boyfriend's brother, and your best friend's older brother--the boy she's been in love with since forever, there's really no way this could go wrong. Right?)

ᢉ𐭩 acts i | acts ii | release date: tbd (soon)

word count → trailer wc: 741 | full fic: tbd starring → heeseung lee as the sister's boyfriend, jongseong park as heeseung lee's younger brother, sunghoon park as the first love and jake's older brother, and jaeyun sim as childhood best friend, side characters from other groups tags → tsitp au, slice of life (ish), love squares, trope galore, smut, angst, jealousy, some fluff, rivalry, sexual tension, yearning/pining (always) rating → 18+ a/n → i've been wanting to write this since the first season came out but never got around to it, so what better time than now! i had a wip i was working on as well, and decided instead of the og idea it'd be perfect to start this one! i know many people are waiting for parts of my other works, but this has been rotting inside my brain for so long hehe.. so excited to write this one :3 cr. to yanalee for the hyungline picture! taglist → open! pls send ask or reply to be added to the taglist for this (if u r not alrdy on my perm taglist) fic playlist here! | back to my masterlist

♪ 'cause i took so much time to reset my life, but in just one look, i'm back, now all i remember is what we had nobody, nobody, nobody compares to you somebody, somebody please help me get over you

Every summer since you can remember, there’s been a tradition.

It started with your family’s beach house, somewhere a couple hours away. Every summer, your family and your mom’s best friend’s family stayed there together, making memories—a tradition your mom and her best friend didn’t want to die out. 

For the first couple of years, it was just you, your sister—Yunjin, your best friend Jake, and his older brother. You can’t even remember meeting Jake. Your parents are best friends which made you two best friends automatically, so in hindsight, you’ve been friends since birth.

Jake was born first, a fact he makes sure to hold over you at any given moment, but it doesn’t really make a difference. “Thirty seconds doesn’t mean anything!” You’d say. “I came out first, suck it!” He’d reply.

Jake is also Yunjin’s best friend, obviously, but deep down, Jake was your best friend first. You guys are closer, anyways, ever since Yunjin and H—pause. We’ll get to this later.

Anyways, there was a point in your life where you absolutely hated Yunjin. It’s a rite of passage to sisterhood, you think. You hate each other until you don’t, and then it brings you closer together. You don’t really remember how or when it started, all you remember is that’s just how it was. Maybe it was the fact that she was way more popular than you and had too many friends that weren’t you, but you were also eight and she was nine, so it must’ve been something stupid and petty.

You can’t even remember why, but you both laugh about it from time to time.

Even so, you, Yunjin, and Jake were always stuck together like glue. You spent almost every waking moment together. From being sisters and best friends to being seatmates at school, all of your memories are painted with Yunjin and Jake right beside you. Their parents used to even joke about Jake and Yunjin getting married and growing old together. Yunjin would roll her eyes, Jake would laugh, and Jake’s older brother would tease them without end.

Ah, Jake’s older brother. How could you forget to mention him?

Sunghoon Park is… you don’t think there are enough words to describe him. Although ninety-nine-percent of your memories were made with Yunjin and Jake, the one-percent that will always stand out the most to you are the ones you’ve made with Sunghoon.

During the small period of time that you drifted from Yunjin out of spite and pettiness, you found yourself finding solstice in Sunghoon. You’d always thought that Sunghoon was the coolest person you’d ever met. Jake thought Sunghoon was a huge loser, but you felt like you saw through the whole cold-hearted, chic vibe he tried to give off.

That was all crushed the day you realized that the adoration you felt was actually a big, huge crush.

You liked Sunghoon years before you even knew what a crush was, only realizing it two years into middle school. You remember it like it was yesterday: a hot summer day, Sunghoon smiling at you a certain way while passing you a glass of crisp, ice water, and the feeling that erupted like an explosive damn volcano in your stomach.

You finally understood what your classmates were saying when they talked about crushes and butterflies.

From then on, the four of them were as follows: you and Yunjin, your older sister. Jake, yours and Yunjin’s childhood best friend. And Sunghoon, Jake’s untouchable, cool older brother who you will forever be in love with.

There are no secrets too big or small between you, Jake and Yunjin, but this feeling is something that you wanted to keep to yourself. A small, curious and self-indulgent garden of flowers in your heart that you wanted to tend to alone for once.

You had thought that this was just a harmless infatuation. You never planned to actually do anything about it in fear of rejection and losing Jake, but from spending time with Sunghoon in your younger years to growing up beside the Park siblings, you had been hopelessly falling in love.

Looking back now, you wish you had fallen in love with anyone else. Either way, anything would’ve hurt less than this. 

Wait, you haven’t even gotten to the rest of the story yet. Well, buckle in, because there’s two more boys you haven’t mentioned yet and a whole summer ahead of you—and it’s going to be one hell of a ride.

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[cherrygarcia-07]

spencer fluff when you’re anxious and can’t sleep

Thank you so much for the req! This is perfect for me as a lifelong insomniac, I actually just wrote this in one sitting on no sleep😭 Oh to have Spencer Reid take care of me when I can’t sleep

Bedtime Stories // Spencer Reid📚

Synopsis: Spencer wakes up to you tossing and turning in bed, insistent on reading you a bedtime story to calm you down and soothe you through the night.

Pairing: Spencer x gn! reader

Genre: fluff

Notes/Tags: reader kind of has a panic attack almost but Spencer helps them through it, lots of lovey dovey cuddles and kisses, Spencer is literally a dream boyfriend, Spencer talks about his childhood a little (cherrygarcia-07 staple sorry), Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland mention yayyyy, talks about Spencer as a kid (cute I promise not completely sad for once), some light banter between the two of them, this was not planned out at all I just sat and wrote so lmk if it’s messy lol I also wrote it on zero sleep myself :3

Word Count: 2k

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Your eyes shot open again for what felt like the 10th time that night, painfully alert despite the heaviness weighing down your eyelids. That feeling in your throat wouldn’t go away- that hoarse, hard-to-breathe feeling of dread that clawed at you from the inside. Your chest heaved, but you couldn’t figure out why. Nothing was wrong, was it? Your brows furrowed as you tried to think; am I forgetting a deadline? Did I leave something on in my apartment before coming here? Is the universe about to implode and it’s just waiting for me to fall asleep so it can get it over with? The frustration got the better of you, tired tears pricking your lash line and you turned your head to the side, hoping to relieve your anxiety with the view resting on the pillow beside you.

It was unfair, really, how pretty Spencer looked when he slept- how pretty he looked all the time but especially like this. At his most peaceful. His lips were parted slightly, gentle puffs of air faintly hitting your shoulder where his face rested so close to you (proof of how clingy a sleeper he was no matter how much he would deny it). His soft hair fell half over his eyes and half over his pillow, the moonlight creeping in through the curtains highlighting that tiny bump on his nose you’ve traced with your finger a thousand times. It should have calmed you down. It usually does. But tonight, the way his eyelids fluttered ever so delicately as he dreamt just made you feel worse as you watched him, wide, wide awake.

With a huff, you tossed onto your side with your back to him as you planted your gaze on the digital clock glaring back at you, its violent red lights mocking you from the nightstand. You were so focused on trying to calm your relentlessly unsteady breathing that you didn’t notice the arm sneaking around your waist from behind you.

“Hey,” a raspy voice whispered, making you jump slightly, but you didn’t turn around. “Is everything okay?”

“Just can’t sleep.” You mumbled quietly, narrowing your eyes so that the blaring red numbers became nothing but a blur.

The arm pulled you closer. “Yeah, I know. I’ve woken up to you going to the bathroom four times tonight already, that’s far higher than your nightly average.”

Guiltily, your eyes squeezed shut as you sucked a sharp breath in through your teeth. You thought you’d gotten away with not waking him up. You’d been trying absolutely anything to appease your brain and convince it to let you get even an hour of sleep. At first you thought maybe I just need to pee and haven’t realised it, but then after another thirty minutes in bed you convinced yourself you must just be too warm and needed to splash some cold water on your face. The third time you thought brushing your teeth again might reinforce the ‘okay it’s bedtime’ part of your brain- and the fourth time had just been to cry.

“I didn’t mean to wake you, I’m sorry.”

“Always wake me if something’s wrong, sweetheart.” Spencer pressed a small kiss to your shoulder as his thumb rubbed circles over your stomach. Sighing, you finally decided to roll over to face him.

God, those eyes. They were always the first thing you saw when you looked at him, how could they not be? Even half asleep they glimmered in the low light, hues of brown and gold glowing through the darkness of the twilight. Right now they were looking at you with so much love and so much worry that it almost made you feel at ease again- but not quite.

“I don’t know what’s wrong. I think I feel sick.” You spoke, voice small yet pounding in your head with every word.

“Sick how, baby?” Spencer asked, his voice like honey as he moved to run a gentle hand through your hair.

You pouted slightly as you thought about it, but you didn’t really know. Did you even feel sick? You thought you felt a little nauseous, but maybe it was just the breathlessness you were still fighting.

“Anxiety.” You decided on. You tried to force out more words than that, but they wouldn’t come.

“Okay,” he nodded understandingly, fingers never stopping their tender motions against your scalp, “can you tell me what you’re anxious about?”

You felt bad- he was trying so hard to help and you couldn’t even meet him half way.

“I don’t know. I don’t know, I’m sorry.” Your voice shook as you trailed off and the look in his eyes hardened slightly but not at you, never at you, at whatever had happened in the past to make you apologise for needing help.

“Why are you saying sorry?”

“Because I woke you up and I can’t even tell you why.” You sniffled, scrunching up your nose in a way you’d picked up from him. “I’m keeping us both awake and I don’t even know why.”

“Well, can you tell me what you’re thinking about now?” He asked, voice low and soothing like some kind of angelic white noise.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. All you saw behind your eyelids was the unforgiving blinking of the clock behind you.

“I’m thinking that it’s two o’clock in the damn morning and I’ve been trying to sleep for three hours. I’m thinking that even if I fall asleep now I’ll only get four hours of sleep, but actually I’m going to get even less than that because of the time I’m wasting right now talking about it. That’s not even what was bothering me in the first place, though.”

“But it’s certainly not helping, is it?” Spencer hummed and you nodded into his touch. “Could you try and tell me what was bothering you?”

You shook your head and your face crumpled, the feeling in your throat tightening as you threw your forehead against his shoulder. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close as he pressed a dozen kisses into your hair. A small whimper left your lips, muffled against his sleep shirt, and you allowed yourself to melt into him as his hands rubbed your spine in time with his coos against your ear.

“You’re okay, baby. You’re okay. Breathe with me, yeah? In and out, that’s it.”

Eventually your breathing evened out as it matched his pace. You immediately felt so much calmer, like your lungs had forgotten their rhythm without him but were finally back in harmony. A tranquil silence wrapped the two of you in a warm embrace as you breathed in his comforting smell, grounding yourself to him. After a while, he pulled back, pressing a light kiss to the tip of your nose as he spoke.

“Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah. Not perfect, but yeah.” You gave him a small smile, and you watched the worry vanish from his eyes as you did. “I still don’t know what was wrong, though. I just couldn’t get my brain to shut up.”

“It’s okay not to know sometimes, but you can’t let yourself spiral like that on your own. Not when I’m right here for you.”

“I know, Spence. I’m s-“

“Hey.” He cut you off with mock seriousness, brows furrowing as you let out a tiny giggle. “No more talk of the ‘S’ word, okay?”

“Okay, okay.” A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of your lips. “My apologies.”

The side glance he shot you almost made you burst out laughing in his face, but you bit it back.

“You won’t win me over with your sarcastic use of synonyms.” He warned, though the smile growing on his face said otherwise. “Hey, can I try reading to you? It might help you get some sleep, or if not it’ll at least relax you a little.”

A warmth bloomed in your chest, replacing the unnamed dread from earlier. It may not help you to sleep, but the promise of listening to his heavenly voice babble on as you tuck yourself into him was simply too good to pass up.

“I would love that if you don’t mind staying awake.”

“For all you know this could just be my clever ruse to trick you into letting me stay up all night reading.” Spencer hopped out of bed excitedly, leaning back over the mattress to press a quick kiss to your lips before darting out of the room.

In his absence, you hugged his pillow to your chest, smiling to yourself as you listened to him stumble around the living room in the dark as he made his way to the library worthy bookshelves lining the walls. After a few moments he wandered back in, mirroring your position as he clung his chosen book to his own chest.

“Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow slightly as he climbed back into bed beside you.

“You don’t like it?” He asked, turning the book over in his hands. “I could go and pick something else?”

“No, no. Alice is fine. I promise.” You added when you noticed he still had one leg on the floor ready to jump back into action. “It’s just whenever you run off to get a book I expect you to bring back something five thousand pages long and written in Russian.”

He chuckled as he pulled his leg up onto the bed with finality, pulling the duvet up over you both. “I’m not convinced that would make as good a bedtime story.”

Sighing contently, you nestled into his side as his arm draped around your shoulders. “What makes Alice a good bedtime story, then?” You asked, just to hear him ramble.

“Actually,” he began, voice quieter, more vulnerable than before, “I used to read this to myself as a kid when I couldn’t sleep.”

“I thought you were reading, like, Shakespeare and stuff as a kid.” You mumbled, gleefully picturing a little Spencer in his too-big glasses in your head.

“I was.” He laughed lightly, pausing to take a short breath before continuing. “But I used to read this when I was anxious, like you. Some nights I would be so worried about my mom that I couldn’t sleep and this would always be the first book I went to. It’s absurd, it’s irrational- at times even scary- but the fact it all worked out in the end made me feel better.”

“I never knew that.” You whispered. He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth slowly, his gaze distant for a moment before falling back to you.

“Getting lost in someone else’s world gave me hope about my own, and more importantly right now, always put me to sleep.” He took your hand in his, gently pulling your arm around his waist as his other hand flicked open the cover of the book. “I hope it does the same for you.”

With a dramatic clearing of his throat and a spill of laughter from you, Spencer began reading. As he spoke you couldn’t help but picture him as a young boy tucked up in bed with a mini flashlight between his teeth or a lamp on his nightstand, glasses slipping down his nose as he read. You wondered if he read in his head, painting vivid imagery in his mind like his own private movie, or if he read aloud to himself quietly, mindful of his sleeping mother down the hall. Did he read with the same excitement in his voice as he narrated Alice’s head poking through the roof of the house? Did he give the blue caterpillar the same silly voice he’s speaking in now or has he made it up fresh to make you smile? You wondered as your eyelids grew heavy again if when he fell asleep he dreamt of white rabbits and mad hatters, his glasses still perched on his nose and book open in his little lap.

You couldn’t pin point where in the story you’d finally dozed off, but you know you fell asleep happy wrapped in the arms of the love of your life, the sweetest soul to ever grace the air you breathe. Next time, you wouldn’t hesitate to wake him up.

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[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Serendipity

❥Yandere Park Seonghwa x fem reader

➯a/n: happy seonghwa day ! drumroll please 🥁🥁🥁 this is the beginning of hwa and his baby's story !! holy shit am i excited to share this, this is the plot that i had in my head the whole time writing the first fics of this au and i knew i wanted to write it but i was just never satisfied until now. this has been in my head for two years, enjoy the ride !

Baby Series (this is the first part chronologically)

✃... "I didn't feel anything. Not a thing. Because he had it coming. He hurt My Baby." ... ✃

♡'･ᴗ･'♡genre: yandere (lowkey a romance turned horror)

✫彡wordcount: 12k

♫"You're my baby, say it to me." Mitski, I Bet on Losing Dogs

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: hwa is CRAZY FFR, slow burn that kicks into overdrive, reader is an age regressor, ignoring red flags, they smooch, enjoy before it goes downhill 😭 panic attacks, insinuated sh(not reader), past abusive relationship, drugging, detailed recount of murder. only briefly proof read

✩index: little space- a regressed state of mind where someone feels like a child. little / age regressor - a person with a little space. caregiver - someone who cares for a little, usually their significant other. hyung - a close male friend older than you, used by other males.

♫"Since the creation of the universe, everything was destined. Just let me love you." Jimin, Serendipity

➯disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and does NOT represent a healthy little and caregiver relationship, or a healthy relationship of any kind.

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

It was most likely a mistake on Seonghwa's part to be here. If there was a single photo with his face in it, it would most probably mean the end of his career. But he couldn't help himself. It was something he was always interested in.

    His members say he has a natural caring aura about him, and they aren't wrong. Something in his brain tells him to care for everyone and everything, especially things he finds adorable.

It's still considered taboo in Korea, but even taboo things have their place in the world.

With a mask over his face, thick rimmed glasses, and a cap; he bit the bullet and entered the convention. He saw a post about it online, urging littles and their caregivers to come and support small businesses that made things within the community.

Although he had no use for these things, no little of his own, he figured it would be a good place to get a feel for the community.

It was surprisingly busy for how much stigma was around the entire idea. People were polite to one another, treating everyone like a good friend. It was different from the rest of Korea; where people kept to themselves for the most part.

He was simply admiring the different variations of bottles made to fit in a bigger hand when he saw it —

    When he saw... you.

    At the booth next to him, biting your nail as you looked down at the array of pacifiers with a look on your face that would make anyone think you were making the most important decision of your life.

    You were... you are breathtaking.

    Against his best judgment, his promise to himself to stay under the radar, he speaks up, "big decision?" 

     You jump up a little bit, placing a hand against your colorfully striped t-shirt. You look him up and down.

    "Sorry," he gives you a bow as he steps closer, looking down at the display with you.

    "Ah, it's okay," you smile, shifting on your feet, "yeah, I'm having some trouble. I promised myself I would only get one but they're all calling my name."

   The little laugh in your voice has his heart thudding wildly, and he passes off his deep calming breath like he's thinking over it as well; bending to get a better look.

    "Do you," he clears his throat, "maybe you could ask your caregiver?" Please, say you don't have one. Please, say you don't have one. Please, say you don't have one. Pl-

    "Oh, I don't have one," you give him a half-smile, looking him up and down once more. He looks well put together and something about him draws you in. He smells like the Earth after it rains. You want to talk to him more. "Your little must be missing you." Please, say you don't have one. Please, say you don't have one. Please, say you don't have-

    "I don't have a little." He pauses before shaking his hands, "not that I'm here to try and find one! That would probably be weird, I'm just curious! No- not curious, I know I want to be a caregiver but-"

    Your precious laugh cuts his rambling off, "hey, it's okay, no judgment here," you gesture around, "clearly."

    "Ah," he nods; thankful that his mask is hiding his embarrassed blush, "it's my first time at one of these things... could you tell?"

    "Oh, yeah, immediately," you look down with a smile on your lips.

    "That obvious, huh?"

    "You stick out like a sore thumb, man."

    He laughs along with you, resting his elbows on the glass display case. "You fit in pretty well, though. Can I ask, how long have you been... been little?"

    "Hmm," you have a thoughtful pout as you look away from the case and at the lanyards on the sides of the pop up walls. "Four- eh, five years soon. How long have you known you want to be a caregiver?"

    He's happy that the conversation flows naturally, maybe it's your bubbly aura or your sweet personality. "Long time," he thinks to the first time he ever accidentally cooed at one of his sleeping members, "seven years maybe? I've always been drawn to taking care of people."

    "That's what makes a good caregiver. Always putting others first," you giggle, tapping your baby blue nails on the glass, "eh, if I can't decide by now I probably shouldn't buy one." 

    "Do you have one already?" The question slips before he can think over his words, making his heart drop at the thought that that's probably too intense of a question. But thankfully you don't think anything of it.

   "Yeah, but it's about time to replace it. They get worn down even if you take good care of them," you explain for him, resting your cheek in your palm as you meet his gaze. "How much do you know about this stuff?"

    "Oh, well," he whispers, looking away from your intense eye contact, "not much, admittedly..." He'd only read a few articles and followed a few pages, and he didn't think he'd be in a relationship with a little anytime soon so he hadn't invested time to deep diving.

    "Do you want to walk with me? I can tell you about it, if you like."

     "Really?" His head pops up quickly, and he sees you holding back a laugh at his eagerness.

    "Yeah!" You nod, giving a last peek towards a light pink pacifier before turning away, "can't have you wondering around here lost, right?"

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

"So you don't?" Seonghwa tilts his head as he looks at the large onsies on display, the cute patterns making him smile under his mask.

"No, my little age is a liiiiittle too big for onsies," you laugh, "see what I did there? Ah, I'm hilarious." You look around, spotting a sign for one of the small businesses you know. You jump, quickly running over.

Seonghwa blinks in confusion for a moment before running after you, his long legs catching up with you easily.

"Miss Lee?" You peek around the stand, flinching back into Seonghwa's chest as the older woman pops into view, picking up a receipt she had dropped. "Ah!"

He quickly wraps his arms around your shoulders, similarly startled. When he notices, he quickly steps back and pats your shoulder instead.

"Oh, (Y/n)! Good to see you!"

"Jesus, you almost gave me a heart attack," you joke, thankfully not noticing or caring enough about Seonghwas semi-hug to say anything. You slide into the make shift store, giving her a warm hug. "I didn't know you would be here."

"Last minute decision," she pats your back as she lets go of you, looking towards the man, "who's this?"

"Oh," you smile as you remember his presence, "this is Hwa. He's new to the whole thing, I was showing him around, answering some questions."

"Hello," he bows to the older woman, and she leans forward with a questioning expression.

"Why you wearing that? You a serial killer or something?"

You freeze at the old timers suspicion. It hadn't even crossed your mind.

"No, no, no," he shakes his head quickly at your weary face, "God, no!" He laughs nervously, looking around. Thankfully, Miss Lee's booth is in a further off corner because of her last minute attendance. And he doesn't know why, but he doesn't want his time with you to end.

So, he pulls down his mask. "Not a serial killer, I promise. I'm just... shy about this."

You smile lightly as you take in his features for the first time. Miss Lee tuts her tongue and waves her hand, "no reason to be shy, you're a pretty boy."

He pulls it back up quickly after giving you a smile which makes your heart melt.

"(Y/n), I have something for you! I was going to drop it off at your apartment if I didn't run into you," she's oblivious to your small flirting moment as she quickly changes the subject, opening up a box.

"Ah, I didn't order anything," you shake your head, helping the woman lift the heavy container onto the chair.

"I know, but the person who did cancelled on me, and I immediately thought of you. Their measurements are a bit bigger than you, but I know you like things baggy anyway, angel."

Seonghwa rests his arms on the pink dresser she has at the front, looking on with curiosity and smiling at the woman's kind words to you.

"Are you sure you couldn't sell it-"

"I want you to have it- ah, here it is!" She sets a folded up sweater into your arms. It's a pastel purple fabric that even looks soft to the touch, and he can tell it is by the way you rub your finger tips over it with a happy sigh. As you unfold it, you see her delicate embroidery on the front in a thin cursive. 'Baby', it says, the y at the end curling into a heart.

You pull it over your head without another moment of hesitation and hug the woman again.

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

You lead Seonghwa with a new hop in your step, the large sweater bouncing with each of your excited moves. He can see why you like it, it makes you look adorable. He can tell it makes you feel that way, as well.

Your naturally happy personality is doubled by something as simple as a big, soft, sweater. It's fascinating. The psychologically behind all of this is intriguing to him.

"What about those?" He points to some plates with little separated areas, different cartoons and patterns on them.

"Hm?" You halt and come back to his side, "ah, lots of littles have sensory issues — just like kids do. When the food touches a different food it gets all icky." Your nose scrunches up at the thought, so he asks.

"Do you use them?"

"Oh, yeah. If my foods touch it's like they're contaminated. I know it's silly, b-"

"I don't think it's silly."

You look up at him, a soft smile gracing your face. "No?"

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

He sits facing the wall, thankful to let his face get some fresh air without the fear of anyone seeing him. Especially now that he's with you.

There's a cafe across the street that you suggested after showing him almost everything to see; neither of you ready to part ways just yet.

"Tada~" You slide into the seat across from him, offering him his drink that you kindly paid for even though he insisted he could do so.

"Thanks," he smiles, happy that you can finally see his expressions when you smile back wider than before.

"No problem!" You watch as he takes a sip and chews on the boba with a pout on his lips. "Good?"

"Mhm! You were right," he quickly goes for another, making you chuckle as you sip on your own drink.

"So," he leans forward, "besides all of... that," he gestures to the busy gathering across the road, "what do you do?"

"I work for a law firm." His eyes widen, making you laugh loudly; he clearly wasn't expecting that. "In the filing room," you clarify, pushing up the long sleeves of the sweater and groaning when they fall back down.

"Ah, okay, sorry! I didn't meant to seem so shocked," he sets his drink down, motioning for you to bring your arm forward, "may I?"

"Thanks," you lift your arm out across the table, watching his fingers closely as he rolls up the fabric neatly, "uhm, what about you?" He pauses, and bites his lip as he reaches for your other arm. "Wait, you aren't actually a killer, are you?"

He huffs a laugh, shaking his head as he makes the sleeves even, "I'm uh... I'm in the entertainment industry."

"Oh, why are you so-"

"I'm an idol." He finally blurts out.

You stare at each other for a long moment, your arms dropping to the table with a thunk. "Huh?"

"I'm an idol. My name is Seonghwa, not just Hwa. I'm in a group called ATEEZ and I don't know why I'm telling you all this but I can't get my mouth to stop!" He slaps a hand over his mouth with a groan, thanking his lucky stars that nobody else is in the cafe and the worker has their headphones on.

You tilt your head, eyebrows pushing together. "No, you aren't," you shake your head, "no way! I see ads for that group everywhere, I would recognized y...ooooh." Your jaw drops as he holds up his phone, a picture of their latest promotional poster on the screen. Sure enough, there he is. And here he is, too, in front of you. "Shiiiit, damn!" You thud your head onto the table. "I thought I actually had a chance with you." It's your turn to blurt something out.

"... What?"

"What?" You parrot him, suddenly realizing what you said and sitting up stalk straight. "Wow, that was really inappropriate of me-"

"Can I take you on a date?"

You blink in surprise, daring to look him in the eyes. He looks as sincere as anyone ever has, his eyes glimmering with hope. You take a long sip of your drink before throwing your head back dramatically, "ugh! How could I say no to that?!"

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

A couple of days later, your phone pings at work. With nothing to do, you bring it out from your pocket.

    HWA SENT TWO MESSAGES.

   You smile down at the device as you open them up.

    7:47AM. HWA SENT A MESSAGE. Okay, have a good day at work!

    9:16AM. HWA SENT A MESSAGE. Do you have plans tonight? My schedule opened up, I was wondering if I could give you that date?

   You tap your nails against the back of your phone as you think.

    9:18AM. YOU SENT A MESSAGE. i'm free after work ! what time were you thinking ?

    As soon as you sat it down, it buzzed again. "This guy," you laugh to yourself.

    9:20AM. HWA SENT A MESSAGE. I was thinking we could eat dinner together. What time do you usually eat?

  

   9:21AM. YOU SENT A MESSAGE. usually around 7, how does that sound ?

   9:23AM. HWA SENT A MESSAGE. That sounds good. Is it okay if I come to your place? I can bring whatever you like.

    You hesitate for a moment, biting your thumb. You don't know him that well. Inviting a stranger, a strange man, into your home was usually always asking for trouble.

    9:25AM. HWA SENT A MESSAGE. Sorry, that probably was weird of me to ask. We can find somewhere!

    Your anxiety is replaced by a smile as you type back quickly.

    9:25AM. YOU SENT A MESSAGE. no, that sounds good ! it would probably be hard to find a quiet place on a friday. i'll send my address to you in a bit !

    You slam the phone down and ignore the buzz as he texts you back after a few moments; staring ahead with wide eyes as you realize you just invented a man over to your home. You doubted he would try to take things further than a cheek kiss; even that was a big maybe. But it was still nerve wracking.

   But then... you think of the gentle way he rolled your sleeves, and the way he blurted out the truth to you against his better judgement. His smile, his pretty eyes.

    "Ugh!" You slam your head onto the desk. "I almost wish he was a serial killer."

    "What?!" Your coworker yells from the corner.

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

    "A date!" Your best friend, Yejin, repeats for the third time in thirty minutes as you both rush around to pick up any mess in your apartment. 

    "Yes," you roll your eyes as you toss the broom at her.

     "A daaaate?" She laughs at your exhausted face, tired of her teasing.

   "Yup," you turn back around quickly, fixing up the pillows on your little sofa. "I'm already nervous, okay?"

    "Why didn't you go to a restaurant? I really didn't expect to go from not knowing this guy existed to cleaning your house so he can come over!"

    "Don't worry about it," you tut your tongue, rushing to pick up your coloring books and shove them into the box in the corner.

    "Does he know-"

    "Yes, he knows I'm an age regressor."

    She nods, suddenly having a more serious look about her.

    "What?"

    "I was going to ask does he know about Namsun..."

     You throw the last book with a sigh, sitting on the floor. She knows it's a sensitive subject, but she doesn't know how much this guy actually knows about you. She really didn't know you were even talking to someone until a few hours ago. But apparently he was trustworthy enough to invite over. "No..."

    "Are you sure it's a good idea to have him over so soon, Babe?" She crouches next to you, looking at you intently, "what do you even know about this guy?"

    "A lot..." I watched some of his videos, you want to say.

     She sighs, patting your shoulder as she glances at her watch. "It's almost seven, you should get ready." She knows there's no stopping you.

    There's no stopping destiny.

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

      Seonghwa sets out the multiple styrofoam boxes on your short coffee table, sitting cross legged on a pillow you offered him. "Sorry, again," you say as you come back from the kitchen, handing him his choice of drinks after you'd called them out to him. "My dining table got broke like a year ago and I haven't had the time to replace it."

    "It's okay," he smiles, any time spent with you will be perfect, he wants to say. Way too soon for that, he knows. Instead, "thanks for agreeing to eat here. We can just relax, not worry about others."

    "Yeah, I get it! It must be hard to just do normal things when you're a celebrity." You hum as you hand him a plate, setting one infront of you as well.

    "Celebrity," he snorts a laugh, covering his mouth quickly, "sorry..."

    You laugh, shaking your head, "what? That was cute." You suck your lips in as you realize what you said, similarly looking down shyly. "Anyway! Let's eat, where's this from?"

    He takes a sip of his drink to calm himself before looking up and responding as he watches you open the boxes. "It's from a place called Lin's Express, I go there a lot with- hey, won't that bother you?" He pauses as he sees the flat plate infront of you, remembering the way your face scrunched up at the thought of food touching each other.

    You look down, blinking at the dish for a second before clarity hits you. "Oh, I forgot you know about that! I usually just deal with it when I eat with others."

    The thought makes him a bit sad. You shouldn't have to be uncomfortable just for the satisfaction or ease of others who don't understand. "No," he shakes his head, picking it up and placing it in your confused hands, "I want you to be comfortable. You should use one of your plates."

    You tilt your head as you look up from the plate, meeting his eyes. "Really? I mean- that won't make you feel like you're eating with a kid?"

    He shakes his head, quick to reassure you, "I know you're really an adult. I'm in your apartment, why would I think you're a kid if you eat from a divided plate?"

    "Yeah, I guess you're right," you smile, quickly going to the kitchen and exchanging your dish. He takes the moment to look around, taking in your style and the various pictures on your walls. From his spot on the floor, he can't make out a lot of them; but they seem to be different sceneries and some family photos.

     One of them catches his eye more than the others, it's of you and another woman your age on your left. The person on your right has been torn away and replaced by another photo; one of a beautiful sunrise taken high up. You were clearly trying to remove the person from the photo. But their hand is on your hip.

     "Better," you sit with a little sigh, not noticing his gaze on the photo as you finish opening up the few boxes.

    He looks away quickly when he feels you look at him, smiling over at you. "Good," he hums, picking up the chopsticks you provided him, "I want you to be comfortable with me!"

    "Thanks, Hwa," you mirror him, gathering some noodles onto a section of your plate, "Lin's Express, you said? Smells good!"

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

      "You did?"

    You both lay on your backs on your living room floor, stomachs full and hearts content as you tilt your heads to look at each other.

    "I did! It was terrifying," you chuckle as you recount the day that you and Yejin swam with sharks, "I can't believe I let her convince me to do that! I mean... they were basking sharks, totally harmless, but still!"

    He laughs with you, "I would have freaked out the second I saw them. It's in our nature to be scared of things that can kill us!"

    "That's," you slap his shoulder playfully, "exactly! Exactly what I said! But she said it would be good for me to do something thrilling to feel empowered."

    "She sounds like a good friend," he thinks back to the picture, his eyes flitting to it, "is that her?"

    "Uh?" You follow his eyes, "yeah that's her! We've been friends for like... nine years now? Going on a decade."

    "Can I ask," he hesitates, "what happened to the rest of the picture?"

    "Oh," you roll over onto your stomach, folding your arms and resting your chin on them. "I guess that is kind of a weird thing to see hanging in someone's house..."

    He sees your mood faltering, so he places a hand on your arm gently, "you don't have to tell me. It can be a story for another day."

     "Thanks, it's definitely a 'another day' type of story," you lean and kiss his knuckle before sitting up. You don't notice the blush on his cheeks or the way he holds his kissed hand to his chest. You stretch your arms over your head and look at the ticking clock. "Woah, we've been talking for four hours!"

    "What?!" He sits up quickly and surely enough — the clock reads fifteen past ten. "Oh, shit," he scrambles for his phone, left face down on the table, "sorry, I promised my members I'd check in every so often."

   "Oh, crap! I told Yejin the same!" You dive for the couch, and aren't surprised to see a barrage of messages and missed calls from your friend. The most recent of which reading:

    9:45PM. JINAH SENT A MESSAGE. OKAY THATS IT IM CHECKING YOUR BLINK TO MAKE AURE HE DIDNT DRAG YOUR BODY OUT

    9:51PM. JINAH SENT A MESSAGE. dude, if you're getting laid right now and not DEAD IN A DITCH I WILL KILL YOU MYSELF

    10PM. JINAH SENT A MESSAGE. please don't be dead in a ditch

     You quickly reply to tell her that you're in fact alive, chuckling as you see her go back and forth with herself trying to figure out if you're dead or just 'getting the pipe' as she put it.

     Seonghwas voice pulls you from your phone, "Dude! Would you stop face-timing me while I'm trying to type?" He frowns at his phone before looking up and giving you an apologetic look.

     "Dude!" The man over the device mocks him, "would you answer the fucking phone so we know you're not being help captive?! You asshole, what were you doing for four hours?"

    "We were just-"

    "Holy shit..." The tone of his voice makes Seonghwa try to stop him before he can say something embarrassing.

     "No! No, no, Wooyoung-" Try, that is.

    "Yah, guys! He was just getting laid!"

     Seonghwa drops the phone, hiding in his hands.

     You burst into laughter, your head tilted back with the force of it. He looks up, watching with a fond glint in his eyes as you cover your mouth with your arm, sound still managing to escape.

     "Oh," the man on the phone whispers like he isn't being projected through a speaker, "oh, fuck, Hyung... can she hear me?"

    "Bye, Wooyoung!"

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡ 

     The next date is a week later, and he says he's more than happy to host you as it would be nearly impossible to find a quiet place where you wouldn't be noticed on a Saturday.

    He opens the door with a big smile, relief flooding him as he sees you.

    "Hey, Hwa," you smile up at him, shifting your weight on your feet.

    "You look adorable." He says it before he even realizes it, but he doesn't regret it one bit.

    To the untrained eye, you're just in a girly outfit with your hair moved out of your face to fight off the heat.

    But Seonghwa has been reading up on everything to do with age regression, even more than before now that he's talking with you. Much more. Anything remotely little space related, he would bookmark.

    One thing he remembers most clearly is about how littles can try to comfort themselves in public. With things that could be passed off as something else if they were questioned about it. Things like coloring or drawing and saying it's meditative. Or fidget toys, you could easily say help with anxiety. Or like right now, you're wearing more 'childish' clothes that could be passed off as your style or vibe.

     "Oh, really?" You look down at your outfit shyly. You wanted a little bit of extra comfort in a new place, so you made yourself feel small with your choices. "Thank you."

    "Yeah," he sounds almost breathless as he looks you up and down for the umpteenth time.

    "Who's at the door?" Someone yells from within, breaking his trance.

    "Sorry, come in, come in." He quickly ushers you inside, "you can just put your shoes over with ours, here." He takes them for you, placing them on the racks with multiple other pairs.

    "Thanks, Hwa," you look around the apartment, unaware of how the nickname makes his heart flutter. You never stopped calling him that even after he told you his full name. "What did you have plan-"

    "Ah!" Someone yells as they exit the hallway, their eyes immediately on your unfamiliar face, "who is this?!"

    Seonghwa's body reacts before his mind again, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and holding you to himself as you both get startled; just like the first day you met. "Jesus, Wooyoung!" He scolds the other man, letting out a sigh. "What are you doing? You scared the crap out of me," he rubs your shoulders briefly before he lets go of you, "you don't even live here."

    "Me scared you? You're the one who brought a girl over unannounced! What if I was naked?!"

    You cover your mouth as your giggles threaten to come up, looking between them as they go back and forth.

    "I told the people who actually live with me, that-"

    "Well, I didn't hear about this!"

     "Because you don't live in this apartment, Young-ie! And why would you be naked?!"

    "I'm-"

    "Will you-"

     "Hey, you must be (Y/n)," another man greets much more politely as he comes out behind Wooyoung, giving you a bow which you quickly return.

    "(Y/n)? Like first date was five hours long (Y/n)?" Wooyoung gets slapped with realization, "oooooh! Sorry, sorry," he nods quickly, smiling your way. 

    "Yeah, Hyung told me and Mingi she would be coming over." Seonghwa gives Wooyoung a look that screams 'told you.'

     "Nice to meet you," you bow again, standing by his side like you're afraid to move away.

    He's internally freaking the fuck out at the fact you're really here, even more so that you're being so nice to his members even though one of them just jump scared you and only a week ago insinuated that you slept with him.

    "Sorry about-" Wooyoung clears his throat, "yeah, sorry."

    "Are you thirsty," Seonghwa ignores the two of them and looks down at you, "I saw that you walked here, it's a pretty long way."

    You have butterflies in your stomach at the thought of him watching your location, making sure you found your way to him safely. "Uhm, a little bit."

    "Come on," he grabs your hand gently and leads you, "sorry about them. I diiid warn you."

    Wooyoung and San watch you disappear into the kitchen, the younger tilting his head. "I didn't know Hyung was into girly girls. Ow! What was that for?"

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

"Do you see this piece?"

His floor is covered in an array of Lego pieces, he sits cross legged on one side of the pile and you're laid on your stomach on the other.

You turn your instruction packet to face him, still searching.

You're making a bouquet of flowers, and he's making a vase for them to go in; talking about random things that come up as you go.

It been about two hours and you're both on your final pieces. But you can't find one of the long green sticks that the bodies of your flowers go on.

"Uhm," he looks around the few remaining pieces, pouting, "no, I don't."

"Dang," you close the book with a small huff, then a shrug, "we're missing one of the stems! One, two, three..." You count the ones in your hand again.

"Hmmm," he looks over the flowers you made and picks one up carefully. A black dahlia. "Maybe, I can keep this one? And you can put the rest on the stems?"

You slide up to sit on your knees and think for a second. "Smart! I was just going to use a straw or something, that probably wouldn't have gone too well," you laugh, gently putting the remaining flowers onto the sticks while he carefully sets the dahlia on his desk.

"Creative, I like it," he smiles as he watches over you for a moment. You move the plastic flowers into different places in your hand, trying to figure out how to arrange them.

You're doing something so simple, mundane.

But Seonghwa thinks you're the most beautiful girl in the world in that moment.

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

"Food!" Comes a muffled yell from somewhere in the apartment.

You and Seonghwa were laid side by side on his bed, his fingers tracing yours as he listens intently to your stories and shares his own.

"Uh?" He picks up his phone and looks at the time, his eyes widening, "oh, the time got away from us again," he chuckles as he shows you. It's already 8 in the evening, when you had arrived sometime around 3 in the afternoon.

It feels like time doesn't exist when he's with you. Nothing does.

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry," you sit up quickly, and he comes with you.

"There's nothing to apologize for," he reassures as he sets a hand on your back softly, "uhm, since you're here, if you want to, why don't you eat with us?"

"That's sweet, but I'd feel like I'm intruding." You pick up your bag where he hung it off the back of his chair, straightening out your clothes. "I had a really good time-"

"Come on, Baby. You have to eat, don't feel like you're intruding."

You stop in your tracks, bag half on your shoulder. "...what?"

He swings his legs off the edge of the bed quickly, looking at you closely. Did he say something wrong? Did he push your boundaries? Fuck fuck fuck fuck, fix this!

"Sorry, I just meant that we'd be more than glad to have you eat here! It isn't a problem at all, I-"

"Baby?"

He slaps a hand over his mouth as he recalls his words, quickly standing and bowing to you over and over as you stand there star-struck. "I'm sorry, (Y/n), I didn't mean to call you that, it just slipped out! Please, forgive me."

He pauses when he feels your hand on his shoulder. He's scared to look up, but he does anyway.

And he's immediately relieved.

You're smiling down at him, "it's okay, Hwa. I can be your Baby." You lean and give him a modest kiss to his cheek before pulling away all too quickly and putting your bag back on the chair. "Let's eat, yeah?"

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

The table has a comfortable atmosphere around it as you all eat and talk together.

You hear all kinds of stories about the man you're now officially dating, ranging from hilarious to heartwarming.

He sits beside you, chin in his hand as he watches you talking with his members; a smile stuck on his face.

San and Mingi, his roommates, tell you jokingly to be careful about messes because their Hyung is a neat-freak. Wooyoung apologizes for his behavior and then immediately gets his hand smacked with San's chopsticks as he tries to sneak a piece of meat from his plate. Yeosang, who only came over to get a charger, ended up staying when you and him clicked.

"You seriously don't know any of our songs? You didn't look us up? I find that hard to believe," Yeosang eyes you kiddingly, "in this day and age? I bet Seonghwa Hyung looked you up. Am I right?"

Seonghwa tears his eyes from you and looks up at the ceiling, "uhhhm, no! Nope." His voice is high and clearly he's lying, so you shove his shoulder lightly.

"Yah, no way! Psh, jokes on you. There's much more information about you online than there is about me."

"So, you did Google him?" Wooyoung smirks from across the table, leaning over it.

"Well-" Your mouth opens and closes a few times like a fish out of water before they start laughing. "Can you blame me?! I mean, c'mon! Look at him, I had to know if I stood a chance!" You groan, covering your face with your hand.

Seonghwa places a hand on your head as he leans towards you in his laughter, his eyes shut as he presses his forehead to your shoulder. Mingi is about to fall off his chair at the look on your face as you got caught red handed. Yeosang punches your other shoulder gently, "I knew it!"

"Okay, okay! I did look him up but I didn't full on stalk him! Just like... the basics. Like what he probably saw about me when he was doing the same thing!" You laugh with them, leaning back in your chair.

"Ah," he sighs, wiping his eyes as he leans back into his own space, "so we're on an even playing field, you think?"

"I know how to tell!" Wooyoung jumps up, slamming his hands on the table.

A few minutes later, you and Seonghwa sit side by side on the couch, a piece of paper and a pen for each of you curtesy of Mingi.

It's starting to rumble with thunder outside, so you figured you'd stay and wait out the storm. April showers. That's all it is, it should pass within the hour. Plus; you're having a good time.

"So, we're writing down the answer for each other, right?" You question, twirling the pen in your fingers, "so if you say, like, 'favorite movie' I would write what I think his favorite movie is?"

"Yup! Ready? Birthday?!" He starts slamming you both with questions, San and Mingi chuckling as Yeosang watches with his cheek in his palm; curled up in an armchair.

Birthday, zodiac sign, favorite movie (because of course he stole your question), favorite weather, parents names, the list went on until you both ran out of space on the papers.

He switches your papers, and tells you to grade each other.

Seonghwa smiles as he sees that you know the answer to almost every question besides the more obscure or personal ones.

Your eyes widen as you put check mark after check mark to his answers. Do you really talk that much? Did you really tell him your mother's name? You have been talking almost nonstop for a month, whenever you both were free almost all of your free time went to texting or calling. But did you already mention your love language or was he just that observant? When had you talked about your fear of the dark?

"Hwa..." You whisper, calling their attention, you feel a bit of a shiver down your spine but you attribute it to the air conditioning. "Are you sure you aren't a serial killer? How do you know I'm afraid of the dark?" You force a little huff of a laugh, peeking at him. The others look at him curiously.

"Hm?" He looks at the paper and blushes a bit. "Oh, I uh... I admittedly had a look at your Instagram, I saw that a lot of your pictures were taken in a light night, so I guessed..."

It's quiet for a second.

"Wow, you're a creep, Hyung!" Wooyoungs outburst breaks the thickness in the air, making it comfortable once again.

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

"It doesn't seem like it's going to clear up," Seonghwa sighs as he clicks off the weather channel, looking over to where you stand at the windows, watching the storm crash down on the city.

It was just you and him in the living room, Yeosang and Wooyoung returned to their own apartments and San and Mingi retired to bed.

"Ah, I should call Yejin and have her pick me up so you can get some rest." Before you can go to retrieve your phone from the table, he stands up.

"You don't have to do that, Baby," he hums, rubbing your arm gently as he sees the worried look on your adorable face, "nobody should be driving in this, it's too dangerous. You can sleep here, take the bed; I'll sleep on the couch-"

"No, no," you shake your head, looking down, "I can't possibly do that. I've already-"

"I promise it's okay." He stops you, looking down at you sincerely, "we could call it a sleep over." He cracks as smile as you giggle, gesturing with his head down the hall, "come on, you can wear something of mine to sleep in."

You thank him again and again as he gathers you something that will fit, even give him another kiss on the cheek before you close the door to the bathroom to change.

He changes while you're in the bathroom and then sits down on the edge of his bed with wide eyes. He can't believe he got you to stay. He can't believe you're going to sleep in his bed. He can't believe you've kissed his cheek... twice. He can't believe you believed his bullshit lie about Instagram.

Truth be told, the first time you hung out; he snooped. He 'accidentally' opened the door to your bedroom instead of the bathroom. He learned as much as he could in as little time as possible.

When you come back to his room, his heart feels like it simultaneously stops and beats a million miles per hour.

The sleep pants he lent you fit a little awkwardly but you look comfortable. The sweater you had brought with you just in case hides your hands as you fidget with them nervously.

His back straightens as he looks you up and down. "Wow..."

Just like before. It's something mundane. Domestic. And —

"You look so beautiful."

He only realizes that he said it out loud because your eyes widen. Then his do. It's a staring contest of sorts.

"Sorry." He blurts out. "Actually," he takes it back, "I'm not sorry. I mean it. You're beautiful."

Your ears feel red hot, "s-shut up," you laugh lightly as you set your folded up clothes with your bag.

When you turn around, he's right behind you. "Oh my!" He snuck up on you in what seems like a millisecond, quiet as a mouse. But he's looking down at you like a hawk. "Hwa, is-"

"Can I kiss you?"

The question comes seemingly out of nowhere. But it's been on his mind since the second you entered his room for the first time.

You feel sunburnt everywhere as your blood rushes, licking your lips when your eyes copy his and look at his plump lips as he looks at yours. "Ye-"

His lips crash into yours, his hands hesitating before he brings them up. His finger tips graze your cheeks softly before his palms slowly cradle them, holding you tenderly as your lips move together without hurry.

He leads you to the bed, falling on his back and letting you crash onto him as your lips refuse to part from each other.

Your hands find purchase on either side of his head, and his find their way to your hips.

Your entire body is on fire. His entire being is set ablaze.

Your bodies start to move against each other in tandem with your lips as your mouths part, allowing one another to get your first taste of each other.

He's already addicted.

So he's thankful when you pull back, panting, and whisper, "stay with me."

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

April is gone and in comes May. You've been dating Park Seonghwa for just over four weeks when he shows up at your door on a random Tuesday.

A random Tuesday that you just so happen to be home sick on.

"Hwa," you whine as you open the door, "I told you not to come over. I don't want to get you sick."

He simply smiles and lifts up a plastic bag on his fingers, "Lin's Express?"

You immediately turn around and head back inside, "come in, then."

"I thought so," he laughs airily, closing the door behind him, "have you taken any medicine, Baby?"

"Uhhhh," you groan on as you fall back into the couch were you've set yourself up, "couple of hours ago, but I ran out-"

"Wham!" He grins widely as he places a bottle of cold medicine on the coffee table, from the bag that had been in his other hand.

"H- wha-" You stutter, "how in the world do you know me so well?"

He shrugs playfully, taking off the seal before handing it to you, "here you go."

"Thanks, Hwa," you down some quickly before falling back across the couch, watching as he sets out the food. "Why aren't you at work?"

"I know you haven't felt good for a few days so I asked to record my lines first, so I could come take care of you as early as I could."

The words, you don't know why, they make you tear up. When you sniffle, he looks up quickly.

"Baby?"

"You're so sweet," you wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, "I think I'm still in denial."

"Denial?" He asks quietly as he shuffles to the couch on his knees, rubbing your side softly. "Denial of what?"

"That you chose me to be with. You could have anyone you want, and you're here. You- you're here. Taking care of me when I'm sick."

He pouts, leaning his head down on the armrest to mirror yours. "I don't want anyone else."

Your brows push together. He sounds so serious.

"I don't want to be anywhere else. With anyone else. I only want to be with you. You make me feel... peace. Peace that I haven't felt in- in... ever." He won't tell you this, but after the first night you spent at his apartment; he took a walk to the river the next day and threw his razor blades in the rushing water. You gave him the relief that they used to provide. And you did it so softly. "I don't want anyone else. I want you. I chose you."

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

You don't know how it happened, but after that, you found yourself falling into your little space.

    Maybe it was a mix of his loving words and soft touches as he helped you sit up and eat. A mix of exhaustion and emotions pushing you to go to your safe space.

    You never went there with him before. But no matter how hard you fought it, you still found yourself feeling tiny.

   You've both talked about it a lot, about what you did and how you felt and what you wanted. But you were still scared to let someone in after what happened last time.

    He notices you biting your lip, deep in thought as he rinses the dishes. "Everything okay, Baby?"

    Damn his favorite nickname for you, making you shrink even more. "I think, uhm," you look around, picking at your gingham pajama shorts. They're too rough for your increasingly fragile state. "Oh, I'm having a panic attack." You realize, stating it nonchalantly.

    "What?" He quickly turns off the faucet, drying his hands on the way to you, worry clear on his face. He stops a few steps away, wanting nothing more than to embrace you as he watches your breathing get shallow and sharp, but he knows better than to crowd someone having a panic attack from his experiences with his members and himself. He crouches and tries to meet your gaze, but your eyes are going too fast from place to place. "Baby, look at me, please?"

    Your eyes stop their incessant scanning of the rooms, landing on him with tears pressing against your waterline.

    "What can I do to help you, right now?" Clear and soft questions. He doesn't want to make you go deeper into your panic.

    "I n-" You heave, fingers still picking at the rough fabric of your shorts, "I need to change." You settle on, abruptly standing up — only to get dizzy and fall back down, Seonghwa's hands outreached; having been ready to catch you.

     "Okay, okay, can I pick you up? Is that okay? You're not in a place to walk," he approaches gradually, keeping his hands visible.

    You nod without a second thought. The panic attack you forced yourself into in the midst of fighting yourself officially put your mind into little space.

    You hold onto him tightly as he gently and slowly wraps his arms around you and lifts you up. Your arms lock around his neck and your legs around his waist.

     He makes the trip to your room quickly, even though he wants to revel in the feeling of you clinging to him; he knows it's not the time.

    You hesitate to let go of him when he sets you on your bed, a small whine leaving you that makes his heart tug as he lets go of you.

    "Which drawer, Baby?"

      You point. The one on the bottom.

    When he opens it, he starts putting the dots together on what made you freak out. This drawer seems to be dedicated to childish looking clothes of all kinds. He was making you fall into your regression.

    He bites back a smile as he moves to the side and lets you point again. He knew it was only a matter of time, especially with the way you froze when he first called you Baby. Especially with the way he was purposefully being extra caring while you were sick; having read that age regressors often went to their safe place when sick or stressed. 

    He successfully gathers what you wordlessly ask for, and sets the clothes on the bed next to you, "do you need help, Baby?" Another whine leaves you, and you struggle with yourself for a moment before nodding.

     Finally, he thinks as he helps you into the Tinkerbell themed pajamas.

    Finally.

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

   When you manage to calm yourself down with the help of Seonghwa's soft humming, he finally asks (though he already knows the answer), "do you want to tell me what happened?"

You're feeling so nice and fuzzy-headed when you finally stop fighting yourself, you almost don't know what he's talking about. "Oh... I was scared." You decided on a simple answer until you're prompted more.

And prompt he does, "what were you scared of, angel?"

You melt into the way he's holding you as he lets slip another sweet nickname. You don't want to think about that, but the logic in the back of your brain says that he deserves to know.

He waits for your brain to catch up and find your words, rubbing your back slowly and looking at you intently.

"I was scared that you would be like... like a bad daddy," you sigh, playing with the fur on one of your stuffed animals. "But you aren't. He was a butthole."

The way he chuckles makes you move from your place on his chest, and you giggle at the feeling. "A butthole?"

"Yeah!" You sit up, groaning as your sick body protests. You look down at him, and he can see the change in your mindset. Your eyes are a window to your soul; and right now your soul is small and putting all of your trust in him not to squish you. "But you aren't. You're... the best."

"Are you feeling small, Baby?"

You bite your lip. He notices you do that a lot in little space, even in the short amount of time it's been. "Yeah..."

"Do you want me to stay with you?" Please say yes. Please say yes. Please let me stay. Please say-

"Yes. If you want to?" Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes. Please don't leave me-

"Of course I want to."

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

    It's beautiful outside about a week later. The park has people few and far between because it's a weekday, you used a vacation day to spend it with Seonghwa.

    His job made things harder to work around, but you were more than willing to hop around weird schedules and hidden dates.

    The sun is beginning to set on the horizon. It paints the sky pink and orange. Birds are flocking together. The leaves and flowers blow with the gentle breeze. You're sitting on some cement steps next to a large tree.

    "Are you one of those people who bruise easily?" He asks out of nowhere.

   "What?" You look over at him with wide eyes. Lately, if something he says even has a hint of anything strange in it out of context; your body goes into fight or flight. You blame it on your trust issues, getting used to being in a relationship again.

    "Do you bruise easily?" He repeats himself as he gestures to the mark on your arm.

    "Oh," you sigh a laugh, rubbing over the bruise, "I guess I am. I hit it on a filing cabinet yesterday."

    "Awe," he leans and kisses it softly, "My Baby needs to be careful."

    "I'll be careful," you smile as you rest your forehead on his.

    These past two months have been beautiful. You're starting to think you've met 'the one'. Besides the little overbearing things here and there, or the strange look in his eye when you get too casual with Yeosang, Seonghwa is the man of your dreams.

    He even suggested that you called him 'Mommy' while in little space so that you never connect him with the 'Daddy' who mistreated you. He says he likes it better that way, anyway. He always been more traditionally 'motherly' when caring for others.

   You can't argue with that. He really is. Soft, and nurturing, and beyond attentive. And his eyes light up when you say it.

    "Give me a kiss," you implore him, fingers dragging through his grown out hair gingerly. You'll be sad when he has to cut it. He lets you put it in pigtails and braids. He lets you play with it until you both fall asleep whenever you spend the night together. It's only been a few times, but it's the best sleep he's ever gotten. He finds it hard to sleep without you most nights, now.

    "Can't say no to that," he rejoices as he cups one of your cheeks, bringing you in close and kissing you just the way that makes you putty in hands.

    You sigh into the kiss; leaning to follow him as he pulls away, making him chuckle, "we're in public, Baby."

    "Mh, let's go to my place."

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

    You get a message from him during the work day the day after that. He should be busy. You are busy.

    You get another. Your phone is lying face down on your desk as you make copies.

    It goes off quite a few times.

    When you finally sit down, your eyes widen.

    HWA<3 SENT SIX MESSAGES.

    TWO MISSED CALLS FROM HWA<3.

    You open them up quickly.

   1:32PM. HWA <3 SENT A MESSAGE. Baby, don't freak out

   1:32PM. HWA <3 SENT A MESSAGE. Just promise you'll stay calm, okay?

   1:33PM. HWA <3 SENT A MESSAGE. I swear to God, I'll take care of this

   1:35PM. HWA <3 SENT A MESSAGE. You're busy at work? I hope so

   1:35PM. HWA <3 SENT A MESSAGE. Don't look online. Don't read any of it, okay?

   1:37PM. HWA <3 SENT A MESSAGE. I'll meet you at your place

   "What..." You look at the time. 1:52. There was still hours until the work day ended.

    Against his text, you open up Google. You pause for a moment. He didn't even say what happened.

    You type in his name, and go to the news section. Your eyes fill with tears immediately.

    All of the latest news articles are about his girlfriend. About you. Thankfully your name isn't on any of them. Thankfully your face is blocked by his in the picture of you sharing a kiss.

    No. No. No. No. No. No.

    You almost forgotten that this was a possibility. You were so wrapped up in his love that you forgot that his entire life is public.

    Against your better judgment, you click on the comments under one of the articles. Some say how cute you look together. Some speculate if you work in the industry. Some are mean.

      You shut off your phone and walk right out of your office building.

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

     "She doesn't want to talk to you yet."

    Seonghwa jumps up from his spot sitting leaning against your apartment door. He'd been there for hours. He knocked for a long time. But he didn't get any answer. Your phone went straight to voicemail for a while.

    He comes face to face with the woman who was in the torn picture with you. A few years older, sure, but that's her. "Yejin, right?! Oh my god, is she okay? Did you talk to her? Please-"

    "She's not. She called me to come over and help her with figuring things out."

    "Figure-" He stutters, "what? I'm her boyfriend, I'm the one she should be 'figuring things out' with!"

   "Look, you seem like a good guy. But she isn't used to being in the spotlight. If I had known you were an idol, I'd have smacked her silly for even thinking about dating you."

    He's frozen in his spot, eyes sad and posture slumped.

    "But... she's been really happy with you. I think she just needs some time to, uhm, process. After everything she's been through with Namsun, at least give her that." She seems to notice the confused look in his eyes. "Oh, shit, she hasn't told you..."

    Her phone pings.

    "Is that her?" He jumps, "please, tell her to answer me-"

     "Give me your number."

    "What?" He's more confused than before, but he types it into her phone as she swipes the spare key from the top of the door frame.

    "I'll text you when we're done talking. She really likes you, so you deserve a chance. I'll tell you what she says. But for the love of God," she unlocks the door and steps in, "give her some space."

    

     He only catches a glimpse of you in the living room as she retrieves her phone —

    Before the door is slammed in his face.

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

    Time passes. Agonizingly slow.

   Seonghwa got a text from Yejin that said you were still trying to sort your thoughts. And that was all he got.

    Ever since you met, you hadn't gone a day without speaking.

    Now it was bordering on 48 hours.

   He was sitting on the couch with Mingi and Hongjoong, his best friend trying to console him as all he did was stare at whatever was on the television. He hadn't eaten, and he certainly hadn't slept. He'd barely moved.

   Just stared at his phone and waited.

  When his phone pings with a soft and bright tone that he set specifically to you, he throws himself off of the couch. The sudden movement makes the others flinch. He hadn't even lifted a finger in the past two hours.

     He falls to his knees as he grabs his phone, reading the message immediately.

    No...

   The words can't be real, they can't be.

   You tell him that you enjoyed every second with him, that you think he's the best person you've ever been with. But you can't be with him. Not right now. You aren't meant for the spotlight. He is, though. And he should enjoy it. But you can't be with him and have a clear conscience when you know that your very presence in his life causes issues in his career. And you certainly can't deal with the pressure of always being under a microscope. He's strong for being able to handle it, you say. You tell him that maybe in the future you can be together again, or in a different timeline. And at the very end —

    love, your baby

    He loses his fucking mind.

    His phone, which has been being squeezed progressively tighter; finally shatters in his hand. "Hyung!" Hongjoong yelps, stepping forward to make sure he's okay, "what-"

     A scream of pure heartache rips through the apartment. The building. The entire street.

    Mingi slams his hands over his ears and grimaces, looking at Seonghwa with a mixture of sadness and fear.

    He's had episodes like this before. Fits of emotion that couldn't be contained. They usually ended in destruction, but they didn't usually start with it. They didn't start this fast. It was always a slow build of moments when he would become snappy, irritable. They'd grow closer and closer together until one day he just lost it; he couldn't hold himself back anymore. And then destruction would begin.

   But he skipped all of that. A few minutes ago, he was staring blankly at nothing in particular — now he's smashing his fist against his broken phone, yelling.

   Not a lot of words manage to form on his tongue, just shouts and yells of "no" that tell Hongjoong and Mingi to back up because things are about to get uglier.

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

     You manage to drag yourself to and from work the following two days after you officially broke things off with Seonghwa. Thankfully, since your face wasn't visible in any of the photos, life continued as it did before you met him.

    You kept looking at your phone, expecting to see a message from him. You don't know what you expect it to say - what you expect him to say.

    But you guess he's just as heart broken as you are.

    It's a classic case of right person, wrong time. That's what you tell yourself over and over. Wrong time. Wrong time. Wrong time.

     On your way out of work on the third day, you get a text from Yejin canceling your movie night plans last minute. She's been your rock through it all, so you can't fault her for missing one night of plans.

    Instead, you take a long walk. A long walk. The sky becomes dark and the streetlights flick on overhead as you walk back the way you came hours before.

    You're listening to his groups music on your headphones. You weren't lying when you told them you never heard them. And it was probably a mistake to start now — because his voice does just as much to soothe the ache in your heart as it does to break it. It leaves you somewhere in the middle. But it solidifies the fact that he's born to be an idol. And idols don't date without drama. And you don't want any part of it.

    Most of the lights in your apartment building are off. The sensor light flicks on as you enter your floor, a sigh leaving your lips as you let your fingers relax around your keys.

     The lock doesn't turn when you unlock it. It's already undone. You've been a bit frazzled lately.

     "Damn it, (Y/n)," you mumble to yourself as you hang your keys, flicking the light on as you kick your shoes off. When you turn around, you scream.

    Seonghwa is there. Sitting on your couch with something sad in his eyes, mixed with something... darker.

    "Sweet Mary!" You yell, dropping your phone and bag to the floor. "Hwa?"

    "Hey."

  "H-hey?! What do you mean 'hey'?What are you doing in my apartment?!"

    He gestures to the food on your table infront of him, "Lin's Express."

    "Hwa, please... Don't make me say it again."

    "Please," he stands up quickly, tears in his eyes, "please! Can we just talk? Face to face? I need... I need to know..."

    You suck your lips in, scratching your head as you take in his appearance. He looks... well, wrecked. Like he hasn't slept a wink and he's been crying.

    You already know that you won't change your mind. But you suppose that your text message wasn't the best way to end things. You suppose it's fitting to end things where they started.

    "Fine, we can talk."

   He falls to his knees and bows to you, his forehead on the floor. "Oh, thank you, Baby, thank you, thank you."

    It's silent for a while as you eat, and you can tell he wants to say something; wants to say a lot of things.

    He waits until you're both done eating to do so.

    "I met with Yejin earlier." He says quickly. "I told her I needed closure. To know why you broke up with me."

     "What?" That must be why she canceled your plans.

    "I met her at her office. She told me about Namsun. Told me how he fucked you up so bad that you didn't even trust her for a while. Said that you were probably just relapsing with your trust issues." He speaks slowly, you can barely hear him over the thudding of your heart.

   His figure is starting to get blurry. From your tears and from... something else. Something making your limbs heavy as well. "I don't blame you for not telling me, Baby. I wish you had, but I can see why you didn't. My poor Baby had to deal with such an evil caregiver-"

    "Hwa-"

    "Yejin told me a lot, actually. She opened up like a book. I don't think she's told a lot of people, cause she went on and on. She told me how you met him in school and fell in love and let him into your safe space... your little space. And he corrupted it. Took away your comfort items when you did the smallest thing wrong. Didn't encourage you to be childish. Did nasty things to you..."

    "Hey-"

  "She told me how many times she had to patch up your wounds and help you cover bruises. She told me everything, Baby. She told me about the night you finally ended it with him. How he threw you through the kitchen table and left you for dead. She was so angry, she really cares about you. She was so angry that she cursed his full name and prayed that God burn down his place of work."

    "Why are-"

   "I went there. I went to the restaurant he works at. I got a table. And I waited. I waited until he finally clocked in. Then I sat there and watched him. When they closed, I followed him out. I followed him for a long time. I didn't know what I was going to do, I just knew it was something. He stopped at the edge of the river to smoke a cigarette. And I came up to him. He was an asshole, immediately. I asked him if he knew (Y/n). He said 'I fucked that bitch up good.' And then... I stabbed him in the throat. Again and again and again. When he finally fell over, I got ontop of him and did it more. How dare he speak about you like that, that's all I could think. I wanted to destroy him. And I... I did! I stabbed that bastards neck so many times that his head came off. There was blood everywhere. It was horrible. But the funny thing is, I didn't feel anything. Not a thing. Because he had it coming. He hurt My Baby. So I cut his fucking head off and shoved his useless ass in the river. I'm telling you the truth. I killed that worthless fuck. And I don't regret anything."

He looks you in the eyes the entire time he speaks, holding your head still by cupping your cheeks as you try to look away. He doesn't look away as you begin sobbing and hyperventilating. He doesn't look away. "Don't you get it? You told me that you believe in destiny! This is destiny. Let me love you."

You gasp for air, turning your head back and forth to shake the murders hands away from you. "Oh, god!"

"Shhhh," he kisses your forehead, squishes your cheeks gently. His hands are clean, but you know that they'll always be stained with blood.

     "Do-don't touch me!" You stand up hastily, and the world spins around you.

    "Careful, Baby. Those pills I slipped into your food can make you dizzy-"

    You fall to the floor with a thud before he can reach you. You yell and push at him increasingly weakly as your body gets heavier by the second.

    This has to be some sort of fucked up nightmare. This can't be real. This can't be happening. He can't be doing this-

    But it is. He is.

    He drags your limp figure to the couch and lays you down, wiping your tears with his thumb. "Don't worry, Baby. It's just enough to knock you out."

    "Wh-at the fuck, Hwa?" You whimper as fear finally hits you full force. Primal, bone chilling fear as your body stops listening to your commands. Your vision is spiraling and steadily becoming blurrier and darker.

    "Don't worry, Baby," he repeats himself, leaning over you. His face is the last thing you see before sleep takes you, his voice ringing in your ears —

    "I'll take care of you. Just like I promised."

❝Serendipity❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

[midnite-c6]

heyy i can pls request a thanos and namgyu x reader, where thanos is readers step and brother and namgyu is his friend who had come over for a sleepover? maybe the reader accidentally does something wrong and they decide to punish her. <3

sorry im usin' your request for an idea i got that's like it, but it's only nam-gyu with thanos's sister! :0lowkey namgyu starts off gentle in this one (this is finally leaving the drafts!!)

nam-gyu x thanos'sister!reader warnings: 18+, dumbification, degradation, lowkey hate sex, DUBCON, filthy!nam-gyu, outside of the games, no proofread

•⁠⊂⁠ ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ shock. that's what he felt when he found out thanos had a sister. because why would someone who's rooted with such a deep mysogyny had any mother figure in his life? he also felt a tinge of sympathy, because he'd also feel bad if a person like him had a sister.

but you were tough, just like your brother su-bong, you had a fighting spirit, and you talked back. everytime he'd see you bickering with thanos, everytime you'd walk out the bathroom in just a towel, right infront of nam-gyu's eyes to see, thanos wouldn't miss to comment "you're really trying to flash my good ol' buddy over here?" or "cover up, slut! you're givin' nam-su a boner!" you'd spit back, "please! you're sluttier than me, don't forget it!" a finger flipping both of them as you walk to the other room of the small, cramped apartment, sharing an apartment with your brother wasn't on your list, you're tough, but the economy's downfall is tougher. "plus, nam-su, no fucking looking!" you add, and it was the hottest thing someone could do. he's almost puppy-eyed, though he shakes it off, it just gave him a better motivation-- to fuck that attitude out of you. and he does have a hard-on now.

nam-gyu was driven by motivation, to get something he wants, he plans every second on how to get to that point. so when your not-beloved brother decided to go out to by more alcohol, nam-gyu was practically jumping to see you. opening your room, (there was only one room besides the common area and bathroom, and you fought su-bong tooth and nail to get it.) seeing you laying on your bed, still in your towel, and on your phone, holding it up to get some signal since your not-beloved brother forgot (didn't have any money) to pay for the internet cable.

you'd look up, like you were grateful you were seeing anything but the constant loading screen of your phone, giving him an automatic glare. "no. get out." and in response, he only chuckles, he's not downplaying how he's so fucking good at getting under girls' pants. "oh, please, you look like you haven't felt anything in years."

you raise a brow. "seriously? i'll die before i let my brother's friend touch me." then die. he thinks, but he doesn't really wanna scare you off, not a pretty little thing like you. even though the words were the exact opposite, he'd take it as an invitation to come inside, you weren't far, the room's small enough. "yet you still haven't worn any clothes? your brother was right." you'd sit up, was this motherfucker for real? "i can have him kill you, you know." wow, you were just like him. "i don't think your brother cares whether i touch or fuck your brains out, you think that too, i'm sure." "i don't think you understand that i don't fucking care what you think, and i don't wanna fuck you." but they both, you hate to say it, were right, why else would you be wearing towels in-front of a grown man?

this time he'd actually jump on you, his silver chain necklace would hit your face slightly, making you wince, as he's got you caged underneath him, "let's test that, yeah?"

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you'd try and flip him over, but obviously it didn't move him. at all. but it just gave him the 'yes' you would have never wanted to say, "let me-" he grips your jaw, tighter, to warn you, but not to shut you up, he loves when you'd speak back. "what? you're still the one under me, bitch." he spits out, just like how you talk back. in a swift motion, removing your easy-access towel, spitting on your cunt and you whine, a hint of submission. "you won't even fuck me that good." your words were venom, each time, but he deserves it, it motivates him just enough to prove something. "don't care." casual delivery, but there was nothing casual about how his dick was already twitching dreaming for you. he unzips his pants, pull down his boxers, already lining up to enter. "fuckin' idiot! i need prep!" you're ignored. "i'm not treating you like..." he'd just stare at your pussy, holding his aching dick. you'd moan as you feel his tip ghosting over your hole, "a princess, you aren't one, you're a common whore, yet ya' know that, right?" "you don't know a fucking thing about me."

and then-- it slid, the only lube being his spit, immediately hitting your cervix. it hurt. dragging his cock longer than he should inside you, his dick the perfect size to hit every spot that itches, no prep, but you get used to it, just like a proper and good slut, you knew how to handle dick, atleast his dick, now proven and tested. suddenly you know how to moan his name correctly, without any talking back.

it wasn't new to him, fucking a girl until he sluts them out, fuck their brains out until they only remember him, what's new was he reminded you of thanos, of his best friend, and maybe that's something he'd discover for himself. ～⁠ˆ⁠｡⁠☆

still dommy namgyu but wanted a kinda dom- reader too! and... hello sweeties time to hiatus for another half a year ... i honestly liked this concept :3

[aventurineswife]

*aesthetically crashes through brick wall hopefully b4 requests close again* hi hi hi. If I remember correctly and my memory hasn’t failed me again you once confirmed you still did Roblox Pressure reqs(pls just ignore this and bury me in the sand if I’m wrong)

So could u possibly do one where like. An expendable walks(crawls technically. why did I say walk.) into Sebastians shop with reader (also an entity but not hostile) trailing behind them, and they kinda just go ‘hey I found this random ass kid earlier but I think urbanshade might just kill me if I take them with me. do you want them? No? Okie dokie they’re yours anyways. buh bye!’ I wanna see how confused he would be.

I need to stop looking at traumatized & emotionally constipated middle-aged men that are in no means qualified for taking care of another life form at all and going ‘mm yes. How about I, a person who doesn’t usually make fandom ocs, give you a child that’s either going to be a menace or the equivalent of talking to a brick wall.’ what is my brain on when I’m getting these ideas(I know what I’m on right now tho: sickness!!! Yippie!!!!! there’s the reasoning to why I’m pretty sure this request sounds like it has no thoughts behind it whatsoever!!)

"Congratulations. It’s a Child"

Summary: When an unhinged Expendable stumbles into Sebastian’s shop with an unregistered, non-hostile entity trailing behind, they casually drop the “kid” off like unwanted lost-and-found. Now Sebastian—emotionally constipated, mutation-riddled, and very much not qualified for childcare—is stuck with a quiet, cryptic companion who might just be more trouble than they look. (Cue existential dread, sarcastic monologues, and the slow, painful process of accidentally caring about someone.)

Tags: Sebastian Solace x Reader, Found Family, Accidental Guardianship, Emotionally Constipated Middle-Aged Men, Cryptid Child Reader, Humor, Light Angst, Reader is an Entity (Non-Hostile), Weird Vibes Only, Expendable Shenanigans, Soft Moments Hidden in Sarcasm.

Warnings: Light body horror (Sebastian’s mutations), Implied trauma, Dysfunctional coping mechanisms, Mild language, Vague medical experimentation references, Emotional repression, Mentions of Urbanshade’s shady ethics.

A/N: Damn... Are you okay??? 😭🙏 (It's been a while since I last played pressure so might be ooc.)

The vent to the dimly-lit, wet-smelling shop creaked open with the unmistakable sound of something… crawling.

Sebastian looked up from reorganizing his precious hoard of semi-functional equipment, muttering something snide under his breath. "You better not be bleeding on my floor again," he called without looking. "I just wiped up the last guy’s spleen."

Instead of a groan or panic, there was a cheerful, damp squelch and a too-happy voice.

"Heyyyy, Sebby. I found a thing."

That made him look up.

Dragging themselves into the flickering glow of the overhead lights was an Expendable—rank unknown, mental stability very known (i.e., nonexistent)—pulling themselves forward with half-functioning limbs. Crawling behind them was... you.

You, in your odd, quiet way, were barely a presence. You moved like fog. You looked like you hadn’t blinked in an hour and emotionally resembled wet drywall. You weren’t hostile, but you weren’t exactly giving friendly neighborhood cryptid either.

Sebastian narrowed his eyes. "...Why is there a child. In my shop."

"I dunno!" The Expendable chirped. "They were just kinda wandering around near and I was like ‘oh cool, another weird lil guy’ but then I remembered Urbanshade has, y’know, morals in the same way anglerfish have dental plans, and figured they'd probably explode me if I brought ‘em back."

"You’re telling me," Sebastian began, "that you—a war crime with legs—found this... thing—" he gestured vaguely in your direction, "and decided I should have it?"

"Yup!" the Expendable grinned, already halfway out the door. "Congrats, you're a dad now. Or uncle. Or weird sea cryptid mentor. Whatever works. Byeeeee!"

The door slammed shut with the finality of a prison cell.

Silence.

Sebastian looked at you. You looked back. Blankly. Possibly telepathically. He wasn’t sure and that just made it worse.

"...You’re not gonna scream or throw up on my floor, are you?"

You blinked once. Maybe.

He sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “Fantastic.”

You slowly sat down in the corner of the room like a cat that had just been told “no” for the first time. You made no move to speak. Or breathe? Did you breathe?

Sebastian was not qualified for this. He sold half-broken flashlights and vaguely cursed glowsticks in a flooded blacksite. He didn’t do kids. Especially ones dropped off like a damn Amazon package with no return label.

But you weren’t leaving.

“…Fine,” he grunted, tossing you a half-cleaned blanket from a shelf. “You break anything, I break you. Understood?”

You wrapped the blanket around yourself like a haunted burrito.

Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose.

“This is why I don’t have roommates.”

[g1rld1ary]

mister carter - jily x fem!reader pt 2

part one wc: 5475 summary: you get closer to both potters, and sexual tension bubbles between all three of you warnings: nsfw mdni! pervy boss, inappropriate work relationships & hr nightmares, age gap, objectifying, kissing, nipple play, groping, piv sex (not involving r), boss-employee flirting, praise kink? power dynamics, dom!lily and james and submissive!r, voyeurism but consensual, pls let me know if i have missed any i'm not used to tagging smut!! me: inspired by the song mr carter/milktown by nep! thanku all for the love on part 1, we only get spicier as the series goes on! absolutely taking feedback on my smut(ish) writing as i haven't done much and would love to improve!

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Your weekend-long junk food and television binge didn’t go exactly to plan, as you were invited to a friend of a friend’s house party by someone you knew vaguely from uni. So your pyjamas had to be swapped out for proper clothes, and you’d ventured out to the liquor store for a bottle of cheap wine to avoid showing up empty-handed.

You were browsing the aisles for something in your budget and not totally shit when you saw a ponytail of red hair bobbing along the next aisle over. Your breath caught involuntarily, brain convincing you it had to be Lily despite it making no sense. London was a big city, and you were sure you lived nowhere near her postcode; there was no way it was her.

And yet, like a divine trick of fate, as you reached the end of the aisle, you almost knocked straight into her again, thankfully not dropping the glass bottle you were holding. Lily grabbed your waist to steady you, cold hands sending goosebumps up your midsection.

“Sorry!” You squeaked quickly, not wanting to address her directly in case she didn’t recognise you. You couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Oh, hello, lovely! What are you doing out here?” Lily asked, hands not moving. The question was innocent, but something in the way she was looking at you made you feel like it was slightly condescending, like she knew you weren’t good enough to be in the area. You couldn’t find it in yourself to mind when she was staring down at you with emerald eyes.

“Just heading to a party. I, um, didn’t wanna show up empty-handed,” You explained, eyes trained on the bottle in your hands. Lily laughed, a melodious sound clinking off the bottles around you.

“Well, please don’t bring that, it’s awful. Let me help.” Lily looped her arm through yours, putting the bottle back on a shelf and leading you through the store. You let yourself be led, taken aback by her easy familiarity. Lily was older, richer and infinitely classier than you, yet she was so willing, even eager, to help you out and do you favours she didn’t have to.

“Here, this tastes so much better and is still cheap.” She pressed the bottle in your hands, and you inspected the pretty label.

“Thank you!” You smiled brightly, heading towards the register. Lily called your name, causing you to stop and look back at her.

“If you want to impress the people at this party, you should pick a different top, something off the shoulder would be more flattering. Don’t change the jeans though, they’re irresistible.” You didn’t know how to respond. You were honestly kind of offended at the criticism, but at the same time, you wanted more of her validation. She was like one of those shitty pick-up artists who tore down women to make them more reliant on them, but it was working on you. Maybe it was just because Lily was a fashion executive, her words surely meant more concerning style.

Either way, her words — critique and compliment — played in your head for the duration of the walk to your friend’s place, where you’d be having pres. Once you passed the obligatory hellos and hugs, you posed a question to the room: “Does anyone have an off-the-shoulder top I can borrow tonight?”

You were humming a radio tune in the break room when it happened. You hadn’t been paying attention, though that probably wouldn’t have changed the outcome. James’s whistling alerted you to his presence before his figure, so you’d already turned to greet him happily. James, seeing you, also perked up and began to wave when he tripped on the slight step up. All in slow motion like the embarrassing scene in a romcom, James’ tea came flying out of his mug and toward you.

You could only stand and watch in horror as his tea got closer and closer, eventually splattering across your face and chest. You could only thank god that the liquid wasn’t scalding hot; in fact, it was freezing cold, goosebumps erupting under where it had landed.

“Oh my God,” James said, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” He rushed over to you, floundering as you stood in absolute shock. “It’s my tea from last night, I made it then got a call and completely forgot about it. I am so sorry.”

James darted across the room to grab a bunch of paper towels, handing you a few and beginning to clean the mess he’d created. After only a moment, he realised the compromising position, hand on top of your now-wet boob, and launched several steps back with a barrage of apologies.

“It’s alright,” You laughed nervously, “It was an accident. I’m just gonna go to the bathroom and maybe stand under the hand dryer for a minute.” You smiled to convince him, rushing to the bathroom with your hands crossed tightly across your chest.

You examined the damage in the mirror, wincing when you knew your white shirt and bra would definitely be stained from the drink. After a moment of hesitation, you unbuttoned your shirt, holding it under the hand dryer. The brown stain didn’t disappear, but at least it wasn’t dripping wet anymore. Your bra, however, was still an issue.

You looked between the shirt and yourself in the mirror, squinting as you considered your options. Not wanting to have a gross stain coming from underneath your shirt, you took off your bra, stuffing it in the waistband of your skirt and pulling your shirt back up your arms.

You reappeared in the break room to a still concerned James, though now with a new cup of tea, which he held dramatically far away as you re-entered.

“See,” You presented yourself with limp jazz-hands, “All good.” You shivered as the air conditioner touched you, goosebumps rising again.

James felt like an absolute creep, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from your tits, nipples straining against the still-damp material. “Good,” He agreed, eyes flicking up and down, “You’re shivering, do you want my jumper?” You paused to think, not wanting to bother or inconvenience him.

“If it’s not too much trouble,” You conceded, shamelessly staring at the glimpse of happy trail revealed as James pulled the sweater over his head, and his crisp button-up was pulled out of his belt. You thanked him relentlessly as you pulled the expensive material over your head, but James waved it off with the same determination.

Unknown to you, he was similarly benefiting from the situation. One, you were wearing his clothes, and that unlocked a whole new realm of fantasies. Second, he could finally look away from your chest and pebbled nipples. He was beginning to grow afraid that he simply wouldn’t be able to get any work done for the rest of the day if you remained so tantalising, and he’d simply have to fuck you in his office to get his head back on straight. Not that either of you would have protested if the occasion ever arose.

The rest of the day passed inconsequentially after the incident, James’s sweater hiding any evidence that something had gone wrong and allowing you to get back to work. James, however, was unusually distracted, continually coming back to the vision of your perfect breasts any time his mind strayed from his work (often).

You stared at your feet as you approached James’ office on the higher level you’d never visited before, like it would stop others from looking at you in return. Of course, nothing was off about your appearance aside from your sweater perhaps being a few sizes too large, but that could easily be explained by a preference for oversized clothing; it wouldn’t be strange. Thankfully, James had an amazing wardrobe, probably partly due to his high-fashion empress wife, so his work outfits were always expertly made and in tasteful neutrals, perfect for your own barebones wardrobe.

You knocked softly on James’ office door at the end of your work day, knuckles rapping against the rich oak. You saw him through the glass panel, busy speaking quickly on a telephone, scanning through a thick pile of documents. He looked up at the sound of your knock, holding up a finger to indicate for you to wait until his call was finished. You nodded quickly, supplying an understanding smile as you studied the rings on your fingers to kill time, shivering from the too-high air conditioning.

After a few minutes, James came to the door with a crooked smile, leaning on the frame to look down at you.

“Sorry, love, I’ve been trying to get rid of him all day.”

“It’s no worries, Mister Potter, I’m happy to wait.” James brightened at your eagerness to appease him, ushering you into his office with a hand on your lower back. You didn’t seem to notice its inappropriate nature.

“So what did you need, lovely?” He asked, heading back to his desk.

“I just wanted to return your sweater and thank you again for being so kind. I’m glad it was you, if it had to be anyone.”

“I’m glad you think that, sweetheart. I’m glad it wasn’t anyone with bad intentions. But it’s really no worries,” James trailed off as you began to lift the sweater over your head, completely unaware that your peaked nipples were clearly evident through the thin white material of your button-up. It wasn’t your fault they kept the place so damn cold all the time. His eyes had a hard time straying from the straining fabric, slacks noticeably tighter.

In his haze, he stepped forward to retrieve the jumper while you similarly got closer to return it, resulting in James reaching out his hand and brushing your tits, eliciting a subtle, pleasured gasp as he made contact with your already pebbled nipple. You both stopped for a moment, unsure of how to proceed.

You both pretended nothing happened, and you forcibly ignored the pulsing in your underwear.

“Um, thanks again, Mister Potter. I really appreciate you looking out for me.” James simply nodded, his ever-charming smile doing most of the heavy lifting to dissolve the awkwardness of the moment.

“Of course, darling. Come to me if you ever need anything.” You beamed at James over your shoulder, eager to be done and clock out for the day. You really liked how protective James was of you; it felt nice to have someone looking out for you and paying you attention, especially in a big city to which you were a stranger.

After a few weeks, you’d managed to sort out your life and finances and had, for possibly the first time, disposable income you were happy to spend. It was a good thing, too, as over the last few days, Lily’s first words to you had been replaying in your head. Your corporate clothes don’t fit perfectly well, which tells me you haven’t been in the office for long; everyone else upgrades to tailored clothes on their first few paycheques. The thrift store office wear had served you well for the first weeks of your internship, but you needed an upgrade. Everyone else in the office had perfectly fitted clothes in nice, luxurious fabrics, and it was time for you to catch up — shirts one size too small or large just weren’t cutting it anymore.

However, you didn’t know the first thing about expensive clothes. What was worth it, how to get things tailored; it was all a bit of a mystery. And so finally, finally, you unfolded Lily’s business card from inside your wallet and called the fashion empress.

To your surprise, Lily was more enthusiastic about a shopping trip than you were, organising a date only a few days after you asked for help.

That brought you to a store you’d never even heard of before, let alone shopped in, standing with Lily and a tailor as they poked and prodded the clothes you’d tried on.

“Add some darts to this shirt so it’s tighter around the waist,” Lily commanded, her expertise making up for your absolute cluelessness. “Hasn’t she got such a great figure? Let’s not hide it.” You found it both a little embarrassing and kind of hot how assertive Lily was being — it felt nice to have a commanding figure around when you’d felt almost perpetually unsure since moving to the city.

Lily nodded slowly as the tailor marked out the changes she was making. Then she had you turn around so they could assess the pinstriped trousers. Lily’s hand ghosted over your arse as she made a few adjustments, and a shiver shot up your spine at the intimate touch.

You emerged from the store several hundred dollars poorer, with the promise of a few work shirts and a mix of skirts and trousers that would be ready soon.

“Are you in the mood to continue shopping?” Lily asked as you left the store, looping her arm in yours, “Not work stuff, just for fun.”

“I would love to, but I really just can’t afford it,” You confessed, embarrassed to admit it when you knew Lily was both independently and maritally wealthy. Instead of laughing or acting snooty, Lily just looked at you, eyebrows slightly creased.

“I didn’t mean you were going to buy! Darling, you’re twenty-four doing an internship, I would never ask you to frivolously spend money. I’ll pay. So, do you have some time?” You opened your mouth to argue that you couldn’t possibly accept Lily just buying clothes for you, but she shut down that argument with a pointed look. “Honey, I don’t mean to be blunt, but let’s face it. You’re poor, I’m filthy rich, my husband is rich, and I want to buy you some pretty clothes. So, what are you doing for the rest of the day?”

“Nothing!” You replied meekly, swallowing your pride and taking Lily’s kindness. She nodded decisively, dragging you over to where the more fun shops were, immediately grabbing a few things off the rack for you to try on. You were a little sceptical about her choices, flouncy little sundresses you wouldn’t ordinarily pick out for yourself.

Lily pushed you off into the fitting room, taking the boyfriend seat in the middle of the room, typing quickly on her phone as you pulled the beige curtain across.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, concerned by your appearance. The dress was pretty, white, floral and lacy, but you weren’t sure it really suited you. The neckline scooped low, revealing more of your chest than you would typically. That, combined with an excessively short skirt, made you doubt it was really the dress for you.

“Honey, are you ok? You’ve been in there for a while.”

“Uh, yeah!” You called, turning to see every angle in the mirror, “I’m just not sure this suits me.” Lily said something about that being ridiculous and drew back the curtain. You stood anxiously under her gaze, fidgeting with the hem of the mini dress. Lily’s emerald eyes raked over you, sweeping over your breasts and where the skirt sat just under the join of your arse and thighs.

“We’re getting this,” She decided finally.

“B— Mrs Potter!”

“You look gorgeous, boys will be falling all over you if you wear that. Besides, it’s my money, isn’t it?” Your hands were tied. A gift was a gift, even if you stayed too self-conscious to wear it out.

The afternoon progressed the same way, Lily picking out clothes you’d never choose for yourself, usually revealing or adventurous in a way you typically weren’t. Yet, every time you came out of the fitting room nervous or shy, Lily would shower you in compliments and insist on buying the clothing article.

“What bras do you wear to work?” Lily asked out of the blue, and you choked on the Diet Coke you insisted on buying for both of you — a feeble attempt at evening the score.

“I dunno, the ones I wear every day?” You shrugged, showing her the strap from under your tank top. Lily huffed, shaking her head.

“God, for such a beautiful girl, you are so close to hopeless,” She said, and you couldn’t tell how your body wanted to react — to the compliment or the insult. You felt that way a lot around Lily; she evoked a lot of confusing feelings in you.

Before you knew what was happening, Lily was dragging you into a lingerie store, thankfully skipping the colourful matching sets and heading straight to the boring neutrals, appropriate for under a work outfit.

She helped you pick out some bras and panties that would be invisible but flattering under the new clothes she’d just helped you tailor.

“You go on and try them, just message me pictures if you don’t want to come out of the fitting room.” You nodded meekly, taking the bras into the fitting room. Lily didn’t let her satisfaction show that it might result in her having pictures of you in a bra on her phone.

You did as she asked, trying the articles on behind the fitting room curtain.

“You decent, poppet?” You heard from the other side and replied quickly, pulling your tank top over your head so Lily could come in with you. “Do not worry if this is too uncomfortable for you, but I was browsing and just thought these would be absolutely perfect, you should try them on!”

It turned out Lily was talking about a few coat hangers of ribbons and lace. Just ribbons and lace. They were the skimpiest pieces of lingerie you might have ever seen, far beyond even the sexiest bras you already owned.

Lily saw your scepticism and made a show of shaking her head, taking the hangers off the hook she’d rested them on. “It’s completely fine that you don’t want them, don’t worry, darl! I’ll go put them back.”

“No!” You said, louder than you intended, “I’ll try them.” You didn’t know why you agreed — they were definitely out of your comfort zone, and you weren’t even seeing anyone. You had no reason for them, but something inside of you was desperate not to disappoint Lily, even if it meant figuring out how to climb inside a mess of lace and straps.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, eyebrows furrowed. You started off with the safest of the collection, a lavender bra and panty set adorned with frills on the waistband and bra straps, tiny purple flowers sewn onto the space between your breasts and the top of the underwear. The whole ensemble was tiny, but at least the mesh was pretty thick, so you didn’t feel totally exposed.

When you showed Lily, she cooed like you were the cutest thing she’d ever seen. She gushed over how amazing you looked, how flattering the cut was, on and on until you were convinced you liked it.

She did the same for the baby pink translucent camisole, paired with an embroidered floral thong. You were a little concerned about how much you were coming to depend on Lily’s praise. You hadn’t known her very long, and after only one day of quality time, you were preening under her validation.

Lily had picked out one more set for you, and it was by far the scariest. A deep emerald green body suit, complete with an excessive amount of straps, buckles and bows to hang off your body. The whole thing, despite on paper being the most full coverage of the lot, showed your every asset. That wasn’t helped by the fact that you couldn’t figure out how to wear it properly. It wasn’t because you were stupid — you were almost a lawyer for god’s sake — but clearly your brain wasn’t wired to know where superfluous ornamental details sat on your body.

“Um, Mrs Potter?” You called, looking down at the mess you’d gotten yourself in. “I think I need some help.” You weren’t completely hopeless; you knew where the crotch and bra cups (or lack thereof, to be honest) went, it was just the ornaments and trimming.

Lily slipped inside the fitting room with a bright smile, drinking in your body appreciatively.

“I knew this colour would be so sexy on you, let me help!” She fawned, immediately helping you connect the waist suspenders to the garter on your thigh. Her soft hands on the fat of your thigh made goosebumps erupt on the flesh; you hoped she didn’t notice.

If you thought Lily touching your thighs was bad, it was nothing compared to when she worked her way up your body, fastening buckles and tying bows. Especially not when, after a quick glance for permission, she palmed your breasts under the guise of helping them fit better in the almost non-existent cups. Your breath hitched as her hands held your tits, thumbs toying with your nipples with enough subtlety to have deniability, but enough intent to make them stand at attention. You really didn’t mean to lean into her touch, but who could blame you? A beautiful woman inflating your ego all day, calling you sexy and beautiful and spoiling you with hundreds of dollars worth of (slutty) clothes.

“There,” She said from behind you, hands trailing down your body to rest lightly on your hips. “Goddess in green, anyone would be lucky to have a chance with you.” Even you? You thought, then immediately shook the thought out of your head. Lily was married, to your boss, no less, ten years older than you, and married. Lily was not interested in you; you were her little pet project if anything.

You left the store with all three lingerie sets upon Lily’s insistence, feeling extremely indebted to her and physically riled up.

“Do you want to come back to my place? We can make some tea, watch a film.” You agreed easily, amenable to any suggestion Lily could make at that point.

You settled into the plush couch in front of the Potter’s television, observing the many photos littered around various surfaces. Judging by the appearance changes, Lily and James had known each other for a long time. Two different graduations, presumably secondary school and uni, parties, their wedding, even a photograph of them as children. You were slightly disheartened by the knowledge that you were already too old to have a relationship like theirs.

Lily returned with two steaming mugs of tea, sitting much closer than you anticipated. You could practically feel her body heat from where your thighs sat inches apart. You’d never seen the movie Lily switched on, but she promised it would be good.

“I love these shorts, by the way! I’ve been staring at them all day; I wish I could wear them, but I feel like I’m too old now.” Lily grabbed the hem of your shorts, feeling the ripped denim.

“Are you kidding? You’ve got great legs!” You cried, “I hope my legs look like yours in a decade!” It was true, Lily was in great shape, and her legs were miles of creamy white skin, dusted with red freckles. Lily made a joke about you making her feel ancient again, but the conversation soon died down, Lily’s hand resting on your thigh from when she admired your shorts. You tried to control the racing of your heart when she made contact, you shouldn’t — couldn’t be feeling so girlishly lovestruck over both Lily and James Potter, it wasn’t right.

You continued to watch the film in silence, Lily’s hand warm on your leg. Then, on screen, two women began to kiss, music changing to be sultry and erotic as it filled the living room. Your breathing faltered quietly, feeling the change of mood. Suddenly, there was a tension in the cozy living room, and you could feel Lily watching you.

“You’re so pretty,” She murmured, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. You turned slightly, the eye contact intense between you. Lily’s hand slid from your hair to rest feather-light on your neck, energy sparking between you. Lily’s eyes were flicking between your own and your lips, and you couldn’t help but mimic her.

You could all but feel Lily’s lips on yours, her lip gloss sticky on your own. A million thoughts and worries swirled around your mind, but Lily’s floral perfume silenced most of them, lust clouding your head as you both leant in.

The door creaked open, heavy footsteps wandering inside. You jumped away from Lily, safely on the other side of the couch when James walked in. You didn’t know how Lily looked so calm, her husband had almost caught her cheating on him with his employee, you’d think she would have a little more urgency.

“Hey, honey!” Lily called as James’ footsteps got closer. “How was your day?” James bounded over to his wife, kissing her with maybe a bit too much passion given that you were sitting only a metre away. You felt like a voyeur, especially with how you were admiring James.

Up until now, you hadn’t seen him out of his sharp work suits. Not that they weren’t delicious for the eye, but they didn’t come close to the outfit he was wearing now. A tight compression shirt highlighting his defined abs like he wanted you to look at them, and a pair of much too short athletic shorts, revealing muscular thighs and long legs.

“Oh, hi, lovely! What have you two been doing today?” You thought Lily would answer the question, but she appeared distracted and lovestruck, giggling like she was fifteen years younger.

“We, uh, went shopping!” You answered, pointing to the collection of bags on the floor next to the couch. James engaged happily, asking you questions and listening intently as you told him about the clothes.

Lily was acting bizarre next to her husband, shifting in her seat, giggling and touching him more than she should have been in a three-person conversation. Caressing his bicep or thigh, holding his hand, nuzzling his neck.

You took the hint; it was time for you to go. Standing up in a hurry, you made an excuse, thanking Lily profusely for all of her help and generosity as you collected your shopping bags.

“Really nice to see you too, Mister Potter!” You squeaked, slipping out the front door and onto the street.

You were strangely confused as you wandered down the footpath, the last few minutes puzzling you. The energy had shifted so suddenly, Lily behaving like an entirely different person. There was an undertone of sexual tension between the three of you, but you were terrified of making wrongful assumptions.

A few minutes into the walk, you realised you’d left your lingerie bag at the Potter’s, turning on your heel to retrieve it, pink sunset elongating your shadow. You paused for a moment, not believing what you’d just heard. A high-pitched, pornographic moan, floating through the air as if intended for you to hear. Deciding it wasn’t your business, you continued back to the Potter’s house, slipping inside the crisp white picket gate.

The moans, you discovered, were coming from the Potter’s house, which confused you slightly. You’d been gone for three minutes, tops, what could possibly have happened since then? You returned up the short cobblestone path to the front door, hearing Lily’s breathy sighs, pinpointing the sound to coming out of the top panels of the gorgeous bay window, all three cracked open. Your hand lingered on the door handle, hesitating as to knock or just leave it. Your decision was easily made when you heard your name uttered, and curiosity began to creep to the forefront of your mind.

You strayed from the path onto their perfectly manicured garden to satisfy your intrigue, peering through the tall bay window panes. You were all too aware you were being voyeuristic and intrusive, but in your defence, it was too easy, like you were supposed to be listening in. The window being open, the curtains — already a translucent sage — only half closed, left ample opportunity for anyone to look into the Potter’s home, and when you knew they were talking about you? It felt understandable to be eavesdropping.

You didn’t know how to feel about what you saw. Past the oak dining table, Lily was sitting on top of the marble kitchen island, holding herself up on her arms as her head lolled back in pleasure. Her breasts were out of her blouse, only covered by James’ huge hands as he played with her nipples, leaving sloppy kisses and bites up and down the pale expanse of her neck. You froze at the sight, both incredibly aware that you were being a complete pervert, and of the wet spot forming in your panties.

“God, you should have seen her,” Lily said, sighing as James nibbled the crook of her neck, “Looked so fucking good in that bra, just wanted to — ah! — take her there in the fitting room.”

“Fuck, baby, I know she’s got the nicest tits. If there weren’t still people in the office, I would’ve touched ‘em. Just like this.” James demonstrated how he apparently had wanted to handle your boobs the day you borrowed his sweater, thumbing over the left nipple to elicit a shudder as his teeth grazed over Lily’s right one, making her hum in delight as he paid them the attention they deserved.

“I’m still winning though,” Lily’s words were barely distinguishable through the moans and breaths they were both emitting, “I’ve gotten further than you, and I would’ve kissed her today if you hadn’t interrupted us.” She sounded annoyed, but you thought that was hard to believe when she was actively untying the drawstring of James’ athletic shorts, fiddling with the knot over his prominent bulge. The noise James made was primal, coming from deep inside his throat.

“You two are so fucking sexy, need to see you together.”

You tore yourself away from the porno unfolding in front of you as Lily reached into James’ pants, catching your breath against the brick wall, safely out of sight from the window. What the fuck was happening? Maybe you weren’t the most sexually experienced person in the world, but you were fairly certain the Potters were using you to rile each other up and have good sex. And honestly? You should have been less turned on. You should have been utterly offended and terrified and violated, and yet all you could think about was how soaking wet you were. You figured you’d get your lingerie back another day and set off for the subway station, humming happily at your epiphany.

Lily sighed as James thrust into her, clutching the curls at the nape of his neck.

“James,” She cried, grasping the edge of the kitchen countertop, “James, she saw.” James only let out a strangled moan, fucking his wife harder and faster.

Later that night, with your fingers deep inside yourself, your eyes caught on the stack of shopping bags sitting next to you on your bed. Gasping in pleasure, you decided if the Potters wanted to use you as a pawn in their jealous, kinky sex lives, you were a more than willing participant. In fact, you thought it was fucking hot. Especially when they showered you in validation and material gifts. Was it immoral? Probably, but so was fucking your wife while sexually fantasising about the intern a decade younger than you.

On Monday morning, your lingerie was sitting on your desk wrapped in a less conspicuous reusable grocery bag for all of your sakes. When you unwrapped it in the safety of your home, the seal of the protective tissue paper was ripped. You grinned. They’d been looking at it.

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Double Trouble

Billie Eilish x Young Miko x female reader !

A/n: well well well, I was watching the whole interview of these fine mfs and finally got a storyline for this plot 😇 I hope you all enjoy this one. Choosing Oxytocin for the song as the lyrics fit the vibe 🤭 - also small disclaimer if the Spanish isn't correct pls let me know !! Google translate isn't always trusted lmaoo LONG !!

Summary: You're dating Billie and go with her to one of her small events, Young Miko happens to be interviewing her when later on things escalate.

Warnings: smut ! THREESOME !!! Billie and Miko are both dominant, sub reader. Overstimulation, strap usage, oral, (all r receiving) mommy kink, orgasm denial, think that's it, lmk if there's anything else. This one's going to be interesting, but enjoy 😈

Masterlist

Hearing fans scream as they call out for Billie. You were currently in the back just waiting for the interview to be done, listening to their voices. She happened to get Young Miko to interview her while she was in Mexico. Which was awesome, seeing as you had been a fan of her music for quite some time now. So there was no doubt you were fan girling just a little.

Once the event had finished they come into the back room, approaching you. "Hey baby, thought I'd introduce the two of you. Considering you're a fan of hers." You stand up, smiling at them both. "You like my music?" Miko asks, seeming a bit surprised. You nod at her question. "Most definitely, I've been listening for a few years now actually." You admit, she gives you a smile. "That's awesome honestly! Have you learnt any Spanish?" "Funnily enough yeah, I've learned a ton of new things just by listening." Your smile widens. Billie seemed a bit, distracted though. As if she had something brewing in her brain. Your curiosity got the better of you especially when she says this to Miko.

"Meet you there." Meet you there? Miko then salutes her with a small smirk. Your brows furrow, looking at your girlfriend. "What was that about." You had asked as you head for the car. "Just a little surprise we have for you." We??? There was something behind her eyes. Excitement, no? Maybe? You let your orbs linger over her own. Then it clicked you knew exactly that look and your eyes suddenly blew up in size. It was lust. She got that you were catching on, putting a hand on your thigh. "Now, I'm ok with it. But I want to make sure you are." It was all very secretive, until she catches you way off guard. Pulling into a parking lot which looked to be at a hotel. "You want Miko to touch you?"

She asks, breathing impossibly close to your face. Your cheeks heat up. I mean sure you'd have a little fan girl moment but you loved Billie, butttt you'd be lying If you said you hadn't imagined it just a tiny bit. "Go on, I know what you're thinking." Her fingers trace over your jaw. "You want her to baby?" You just nod, vividly. But her head shakes. "Uh uh, speak." Your breath hitches. "Yes.. yes I would.." Your eyes look into her growingly dark ones. "Good girl."

And that wasn't even close to the beginning of the best night of your life. Everything was very hush hush. This was incredibly wrong in many ways, but the thrill was overpowering that. "I'm a little nervous.." You admit to your girlfriend. "Don't be my girl, we are going to take good. Care of you." She speaks in such a velvet tone, making you clench your thighs. Already she had such an effect on you. That only made you wonder how Miko would be. Was this really happening.

Yep. It was. The door was being opened to her room, she lets the both of you in. Billie gives you a quick but passionate kiss. "Go strip babe." Your body felt tingly at the way she was speaking, filthy yet so damn sexy. You bite your lip. Billie loved to be in control, not in a horrible way ofcourse she just adored having that strength. "Do what you'd usually do, but listen to her. If she doesn't speak up. Make. Her." You swallow overhearing Billies husky voice saying that. "lo entendiste. - you got it." Miko says with a small smirk causing Billie to mirror that, but more evil.

You had stripped out of everything except your bra and underwear. Sitting nervously on the bed. Was this truly happening were you dreaming? You suddenly were being pulled out of your thoughts as you see the pretty Puerto Rican infront of you. "Hi angel." She smirks at your expression. You turn your head for a second to see where Billie is, was she going to watch. When you felt fingers under your chin. "She's just preparing Mami." Your eyes linger over the small bathroom door in the hotel room. "Something tells me you want her to watch. True?" She asks, going to kiss your jaw. When a shakey breath leaves your lips. "I- uhm-" Her eyes connect with your own.

"Imagine her, watching someone else fuck you. Senseless, might I add." Her kisses move lower and lower, having them on your neck. "Imagine her hearing how dirty you sound, because of me?" Your brain couldn't process this, feeling it fogging over already.

Can't take it back once it's been set in motion.

Your nerves and excitement both mix together. Wondering what you had agreed to. Miko's hands come in contact with your bra covered breasts. Kneading gently. "Can I take this off?" You nod at her question but she remembered what Billie had said to her. Her fingers press lightly against your jaw. "Do I get an answer, angel?" You swallow thickly. "Y-yes you can take it off Miko.." You breathe, her smirk grew at the way you whispered her name. Loving it maybe a bit too much. But she had to hear it again. After she removes your bra, discarding it somewhere. Her lips immediately attach to your nipple, sucking hard. Your mind goes blank at the insane feeling. But even if Billie consented to this, or if it was her idea. You couldn't help but feel bad. Or maybe that just made you feel great.

Maybe that aroused you more, the thought of her watching was something you did enjoyed thinking of. And as if on queue. Shes there in the room. Your eyes meet as her head tilts slightly, your heart races at this insane setting. Miko sucking on your tits, as your girlfriend just watches. You weren't being loud enough to Mikos liking. She then bites your nipple, sending a moan to tumble out of your mouth. Your eyes are still locked on Billie as the noise comes out, feeling your eyes go wide. But she smirks. And she does it broadly.

"Don't hide your noises baby. - we've talked about this." Billie then speaks, noticing the way you were biting your lip extra hard. "Go on, wanna hear how she's making you feel." You do as told, but God was this so incredibly filthy. Was it bad you enjoyed it very much? She continues to watch.

She couldn't look away.

Your head lulls back against the headboard as Miko travels down your body, leaving kisses. Her eyes then look into yours as she's reached the main event. Ofcourse asking for permission but silently. You go to nod, considering she hadn't spoken you'd be safe. But the look in her eyes makes you think differently. Your brain just goes to the quickest sentence you can think of. "Please take them off." Your winey voice made them both smirk. Although you weren't looking at Billie right now, when you did. You swear you could've just cum. Then and there. You hold her gaze for a bit.

Shed wanna get involved.

That eye contact remains, until Billie speaks. "Make her cum." Her eyes still boring into your own as she utters those words. You felt like you could go insane. "Heard that mama." You nod slowly. "Y-yes." Miko smirks at your reaction. "You look scared love. Don't worry I don't bite. ... unless you want that." She finishes, coming impossibly close to your cunt. It now being free from the previous fabric clinging to it. You swallow again, letting your mouth hang open as her tongue is on you. Your head falls limply at the insane feeling. Billie's smirk never leaved her face it was as if she was frozen. Getting to watch you like this from a different point of view. Your moans grew louder as she picks up the pace, causing your hands to grab her hair.

What would people say, if they listened through the wall.

There was no other sound but Miko's tongue lapping at you, your soft but powerful moans. Making not only Billie, but Miko also. Go mental. Your orgasm was quick to approach as Miko speeds up, if that was even possible. Sending your mind blank, feeling yourself cum on her tongue with a slight screech. You let out pants, trying to catch your breath again. "Overstimulate her." Billie then orders. Your eyes look over at her. Finally gaining the courage to actually say something. "Bils-" Her head tilts, once again. "Hmm?" Your mouth shuts almost immediately. "Nothing." "No no, go on babe. What is it? You don't want that?" But that'd be a lie, ofcourse you did.

"I just-" But that was cut short as Miko's back at it, having you shake at how sensitive you truly became. You let a shakey but satisfied sigh escape you, having your eyes flutter shut. "What was it you were saying angel?" Your back arches too distracted by your second orgasm to fully care about what Billie was mocking you for.

I can see it clear as day. You don't really need a break.

Billie craved to watch you writhe under Miko, the way you're almost cumming again. But Bills was having too much fun. "Deny her." Billie speaks lowly. And just like that you felt nothing. A cryish whine leaves your plump lips. "Nooo." Your eyes had been closed. "Wanna see what you can take." Billie mutters, enough for you to hear. Your lips then pout as you look at Billie. With such a defeated look in your eyes. Almost begging without words. But you knew you had to speak them you knew that's what she wanted, you to beg.

You take any extra courage floating around inside you and grab Miko's face. "Please, please don't stop. Need your tongue." Billie smirks as you say that, proudly. Miko dives back in satisfied, herself. With how you responded. But she felt like teasing you, testing your limits. Billie seemed to be proud of that also, knowing you'd start to get bratty if she kept it up. "Make her cum, one more time. Then I'll come on over." Billie states, making Miko nod in response.

You should really run away.

She kept circling your clit with her tongue, moving back and forth from there, to your entrance. Your head is rested back as she does so feeling worn out but so amazing at the same time. All you could then think of was what Billie would do. "Make her work for it, need her begging." You look over at her, giving an annoyed little look. But she returns it with a warning one, causing you to immediately look away from her. It was nearing once again, the coil was incredibly close to snapping when Miko squeezes your thigh tightly. Signaling for you to not do so yet. A slight whimper comes from you, trying to hold it. "Please let me cum please-"

Her whole tongue inserted into you suddenly, rapidly sticking it in and out at an ungodly pace. You were shocked at how good she was, nearly as good as your girlfriend. Your mouth agape as your coming close to your release. "Please, please- need to." She looks up at you with such a lustful look. Pulling away slightly to speak. "Cum now." And so you did. Hard. Feeling just as amazing the first two times if not. Better. You let out ragged breaths. Miko removes herself from you. Standing up fully, swiping her thumb over her lip to get the excess cum and put it inside her mouth. "Hm, tasty." She says. Billie comes over standing next to her. "Isnt she." She smirks at you.

You sit up on your elbows, just now catching your breath. Billie inches closer towards you, crawling ontop of your figure. Your eyes glued to hers as she looks to your lips. "I don't think you're ready for this." She spoke in a hushed whisper. Leaning in to kiss you. Ofcourse you kiss back, honestly missing any kind of touch from her. Your hands reach out to gently place them on her face. But it's as if they had already discussed this, because Miko is lifting you up slightly, sitting on the bed and placing you on her lap. Your eyes dart back to Billies. Gulping. "What? Nervous?" Your head shakes but her eyebrow raises in a questionable way. "N-no..not nervous." You speak up.

"Hmm, good." You hadn't even noticed she attached the fake dick to herself, until you felt it near your entrance. Looking back at Billie once again and taking a tiny breath in. Were you nervous? "So wet." She says as her fingers swipe along your sticky cunt, from the multiple orgasms. You bite your lip subconsciously, feeling the dildo peek into your hole. "Please Bills.." Miko's hand moves to your throat, causing Billie to get closer to your face. "What's my name baby? Say it correctly and I'll give you what you want." You take a second, letting out a few staggered breaths. "Please fuck me mommy."

And thats exactly what she was about to do, sliding it in almost all the way, making you arch your back. Slowly bringing it down again as she begins to fuck into you. God this was so insane but amazing all at once. More moans fill the hotel room, you didn't care who listened to be honest you were too caught up on the feeling of Miko's hand still around your throat and Billie's hard thrusts to worry about what others may think. Billie begins to pick up the pace, Miko's other hand coming to cup one of your breasts sending pleasure throughout the whole of your body. Head to toe shivers consume you as her hand tightens just slightly.

Billie watches in amusement as your face contorts into pure ecstasy. Eyes rolling back as she enters you even deeper. You truly were on cloud 9. It just felt too good.

I wanna do bad things to you.

Her hand rests on your waist as she continues to fuck you, feeling you suck her in as if it were her own dick. Making Billie go more feral for you. Her other hand makes its way to your clit, rubbing slowly. Whimpers filling her ears as she does, feeling like she could cum from that alone. She craved to hear such sounds coming from your pretty lips. Drove her mental. Billie didn't feel like being as nice though, wanting to make you go mental. And it sure did. "You cum when I say to got it, pretty girl?" You let out a slight whine, not before shes grabbing your face with her fingers. Smushing your cheeks slightly. "Got. It?" "Yes.. - mommy." Her once Satisfied look returns, bigger than previously.

"Good girl, that's exactly what we like to hear. Isn't that right Miko?" She then replies. "Without a doubt Bill." Your breathing becomes irregular again, trying to gain that focus. "I- I'm so close." Billie just shakes her head. "Don't even think about it." You then feel Miko's soft fingers dance over your skin, moving their way down to your pussy to mess with your clit. "Bi-" You let out the filthiest moan ever, trying so hard to hold it. "C-cant.. please." You speak on the verge of tears. Bingo. Just what Billie was after. The little pout on your lips almost makes her give in. But she keeps drilling into you, so much harder making your head spin. "I-" "hold it."

"B-b..u." A near pornographic moan then ripped out of you, feeling your body shake. "Be a good girl baby. Know you can." - "hold it mama." Miko then whispers in your ear. Another whimper comes from your mouth trying so so hard to keep it in.

I wanna do bad things to you.

Billie goes close to your ear, close to Miko. They then kiss one another making you stare, as your girlfriend comes back into view. There was no denying how hot it was. Billie catches your eyes. She chuckles softly. "You enjoyed that didn't you bub?" You couldn't even speak. She lets that one slide, knowing how much you were struggling. "Precious girl can't even reply to you." Billie shakes her head at Miko. "Shes too busy crying over my dick huh baby?" Your head just rests back on Miko's shoulder. Almost screaming at the insane euphoria you felt. Miko's other hand quickly covers your mouth, tightening her grip on your throat. "Shhh baby not too loud."

I wanna make you yell.

Wanna do bad things to you.

Your eyes roll back again, letting out a groany whimper.

Don't wanna treat you well.

It was getting nearly impossible. Until Billie says the three words. "You can cum." And you gladly do, gushing all over the plastic dick inside you. Squirting a little over Billie. Your brain felt empty, having your eyes closed to try regain stability.

If you find it hard to swallow.

"Just one more angel, know you can." Your eyes snap to Billies. "S-so sore." Miko wipes the lingering tears on your face. But as she starts to move slowly, the need for more is inching its way back. Grabbing onto her hips. "Fuck!" You then scream, making Miko's hand return on your mouth. She eventually got an idea. "Open." She says to you. You do as told going to let her slender fingers enter your mouth. You suck needily, feeling Billie speed up yet again. Her thrusts go at an ungodly pace eventually sending your body to writhe and shake underneath her. Those tears coming back, you cry out of pleasure. Sucking harder on Miko's digits.

I kinda wanna look away.

Her grip on your neck loosens, keeping her fingers there for you to greedily suck on. She honestly enjoyed the feeling of it. Bringing that hand down from your neck to your nipple giving it a pinch. You moan around her fingers, feeling your fourth or fifth. You honestly lost count. Orgasm of that night.

Kinda wanna get involved.

Billies hands grip your waist, completely railing the fuck out of you. The sight infront of her making her moan, herself. Low, lustful. Filthy. Your eyes continue to gloss over feeling it coming closer and closer. But you listened to what she had said earlier, only when she says to.

Other people don't obey.

Her thrust continued, her stamina was impeccable. But you knew that already. Your hands reach out to touch her, grabbing at her tits. She smirks at you, knowing their your favorite. "Can feel how close you are. Tugging me in." You accidentally bite down slightly on Miko's fingers. Little did you know she didn't mind that, one. Bit. Your teeth retract from doing so, continuing the sucking motion.

You should really run away.

The coil was close to snapping, it got harder for Billie to even thrust at how tight you had became. She needed it, you needed it. Miko needed it. "Cum." She breathes.

Bad. Things.

You did with yet another scream, of who's name? Well ofcourse both. They both, made you cum. They both, made you scream. And there was no doubt this wouldn't be the last time this would happen.

It was your little secret.

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Hi, can you pls do a fic or head canon of ex bf anton who misses reader ex?

Includes:- pathetic Anton kind of, open ended, mild angst? Very mild angst.

I don't know if you wanted them to get back together or not so I left it open ended, tysm for requesting <333

Many much typo, no much Grammer, I very dumb dumb

"Oh and there's this really good ramen place right around the corner, I remember going there and...blah blah blah blah"

Anton can practically feel his brain leaking out of his ears from boredom, he feels like an asshole thinking this but he really wishes he never agreed to go on this date. He tried to argue against the idea but after watching him mope around their house like a kicked puppy sungchan insisted he at least try to have some fun and forget about you. The problem is that, being on a date, he can't think of anything but you and how he wants you to be here instead of her.

There isn't anything wrong with her, the girl he's on a date with, she's pretty and seems nice. They both have a lot in common, at least on paper, but he just can't do this right now. She isn't you, and you're the only one he wants. He isn't sure when it happened, when he got so comfortable that you would never leave him that he let himself get carried away. Being an Idol is a taxing job with little free time and slowly he started loosing focus, spending his free time playing games or sleeping instead of trying to spend his time with you.

It's not like he didn't know it upset you, you were getting increasingly agitated at his lack of effort but....he just assumed you'd never leave. Life felt so whole and good with you that he forgot there was a time before you, that you could leave if you ever wished. So when you told him you both needed to talk he was as dismissive as ever, that was until you said you were ending things for good. Antons world shattered that day.

He's been walking around like a ghost for the past month, it's like a part of him is gone and he can't get it back. He wishes he had begged you to take him back that day, he was too prideful to do anything but accept it at the time but now all he wants to do is go back in time and promise he'll change, that he'll love you like you deserve. He feels like a fool, loosing the best thing that's ever happened to him.

"Are you even listening?" Her voice snaps him out of his trance. He looks around, a bit embarrassed.

"uh....I'm...I'm sorry." Is all he can muster up to say, because he really is sorry for wasting her time like this. She just sighs, poking around at her food, looking annoyed. He doesn't say anything to make her feel better, eating his food in silence till the bill comes.

He sighs when he finally leaves the restaurant, sitting down on his car and sinking into his seat. He's miserable without you, up until this point he'd been hesitant to accept it but it's true. His life isn't the same without you in it.

He opens up his phone, scrolling through his contacts till he finds yours. 'Future wife (🤞🏻)' he thought the contact name was sweet at the time, especially since he was so sure you would be his future wife but now it just hurts to look at. He contemplates back and forth between calling you, it's pathetic, he thinks to himself, you've probably moved on and he'd just be making a fool out of himself, he just needs to move on and give it time. He calls anyway.

The phone seems to ring forever, it's only rung twice but it sure feels like eternity, his heart is beating out of his chest and he's immediately regretting his actions. What if you don't pick up? What if you do pick up? What's worse? If he cuts the call now you'll still get the notification, god be probably seems so desperate-

"...Anton?" he lets go of a breath he didn't know he was holding when he hears your voice. Surely you care about him at least a little bit if you picked up.

"...Can we talk?.... please just hear me out, I love you, I'm so sorry"

If you guys have any ideas future fics, my ask box is open :3

[egglain]

Go Ahead & Cry (I’d Wipe Away All Your Tears)

incl.: nanami, choso, toji, gojo, geto, sukuna

summary: for a group of men who kill for a living, they’re awfully sweet… most of the time. AKA: how the jjk men comfort you

a/n: ngl i’m writing this bc i’m finally processing the US election results & i just… can’t deal. my heart goes out to all of you. pls take care of yourselves & enjoy the drabbles 🫶

Nanami

Nanami would be the first to notice something is off.

Whether you’re both at home and you’re just a bit too quiet, or he hasn’t heard from you by his lunch break while at work, something is distinctly off.

He wouldn’t be the nosy type, or the type to press. He’d bring home a sweet treat and a sentimental good (a potted flower, a stuffed animal, something that reminded him of you) without a word.

He wouldn’t pity you; far from it. And he’d never want to make you feel like that. So he’d leave the gifts on the coffee table and greet you with a kiss to the forehead, like always.

He’d sit in silence with you as if nothing was awry— allow you to feel your emotions. He’d put on a movie you like, something mindless and upbeat, without asking. Drag you to his chest and hold you there, keeping you warm and grounded in his touch.

If the waterworks start up, he’d rub your back with a large hand and press kisses to the part of your hair.

“That’s it. Get it out. I know.”

Choso

Choso is either too emotionally in-tune or completely clueless until the tears start.

But when he knows you’re upset, he feels it too.

He gets it wrong a lot of the time, at the beginning— tries to pry the cause out of you so he can minimize it. In his defence, he does it with good intentions; tries to help you see that the perceived threat is small in the greater scheme of things, that everything will work out.

But when the tears start welling, he knows he’s fucked up.

And god, is he so sweet trying to fix things.

“So sorry—“

He’d kiss the salty tears off your cheeks without hesitation.

“How do I make it stop?”

His bleeding heart is his biggest weakness and his greatest strength.

You wouldn’t have to lift a finger for the rest of the day, as he tries to make things up to you. Cooking (though he burns the bottom of the pan), cleaning (though he spills the food and has to clean again), and cuddles would be the itinerary.

Though he loves to be little spoon, he’d let you rest in his arms as long as you need it. And once you find a spot in his arms, he wouldn’t dare move.

Toji

Toji is not great with words. Or gifts. Or quality time, really.

Despite his best intentions, he always manages to fuck it up somehow. Usually by minimizing your feelings with a “what now?” or a “‘s not a big deal.” or a “nothin’ to cry over.”

It’s not his fault you cry over the little things & that you look so cute doing it. Those fat tears and reddened cheeks scratch the sadistic part of his brain so good.

That being said, he’s learned what you like over the years. Even stopped scoffing when he senses you’re feeling down.

No, he’s developed a plan.

At the first signs of distress (he’s gotten really good at recognizing these), he’s got you in his arms. If he’s at work, you better bet he’s speeding things up and hauling his ass back.

He wrestles you into his big clothes; don’t even think about fighting him on this. He wants you comfy and cozy. He’d be setting you up on the couch, dragging the comforter down from the bedroom to wrap you up. He’d sit there with you for hours, massaging your feet or calves and ordering food in. Your favourite fast food— and a whole lotta ice cream.

Don’t take advantage of his kindness though; he’s still Toji. Any snide comments, and he’d be quick to snap back.

“Shut up n’ let me take care of ya.”

Gojo

Gojo’s a little… misguided when cheering people up most of the time. That is, unless you find his goofy antics comforting.

He’s known for draping himself over shoulders obnoxiously, pinching and pulling cheeks, and light jabs that crack (only) him up.

When that doesn’t work, it’s a quick fix— thanks to the seemingly unending pit of his black card.

Gojo Satoru, at his core, is a gift giver.

Nothing pleases him more than sharing things with you that he thinks will bring you joy— whether that’s an expensive physical present or a luxurious vacation abroad.

He’s wrapped around your little fingers and a sniffle would have him buckling at the knees and fumbling for his wallet.

While this might look like a cop out— a way to get out of emotional intelligence duty— it’s just one part of his approach. The man is actually quite sensitive and understanding once you dig beneath the layers of persona. And he can be surprisingly mature— though he’d never want to show that side to most of the world.

He’d always listen to your yapping, validating your feelings— he’d take your side always. And he is a pro at shit-talking. At the end of it, you always come out feeling a little bit better. A little bit stronger.

You are the strongest together, after all.

Geto

Suguru is a problem-solver.

He’d sit and motion for you to lay your head on his thighs. Long elegant fingers would make gentle work of your roots and scalp, and the tension would be melting away. When you’re relaxed enough to breathe, he’d want to hear all the venting.

“Now do you want solutions or just my ear?”

He’s your rock; always puts things into perspective if you ask. He’s always got advice— though sometimes clouded by bias. Still, it’s nice to have someone to bounce ideas off of. Someone who actually listens.

Understands.

The flipside, however, is the darkness you find in him. He understands what to do because he’s hurt too. You can see it in the way he carries himself, in the bags under his eyes and the shake of his hands on the bad days.

But you care for him like he cares for you— braid his hair back, let him talk it out, gift whatever advice you can muster.

And as soon as you’re both feeling better, you’d be getting crêpes with the girls.

Sukuna

The King of Curses does not understand human sadness.

Perhaps he had empathy for it, centuries ago, before he became the Two-faced Spectre.

But now, seeing you upset, all he can think of is how pathetic tears look in reddened eyes.

He’d wipe them away with a big thumb, clicking his tongue.

“Unsightly, pathetic little thing.”

Yet, the way he speaks down to you holds a softness. A protective nature he rarely gives voice to.

He’d treat you like a porcelain doll; a prized possession. No measure was inconvenient when it came to appeasing you— though he’d be quick to reprimand entitlement. And vehemently deny any sort of feeling towards you.

When the tears come, he’d be signalling for Uraume to draw a bath and cook your favourite. You’d find your room tidied, trinkets left on the foot of your bed as if dragged in by a wild animal— an ornate dagger, gold jewellery, incense.

He wasn’t one to demonstrate affection— but he’d keep you close on the tough days. Whether it be making a seat for you on one of his hulking thighs or allowing you to sleep in his quarters, he’d allow you to do as you please.

[potatoplace]

Last Kiss

Azriel x Reader

ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist

Summary: The end is sudden, unchangeable. But at least you're not alone.

Warnings: angst, breakups (its last kiss, cmon)

Words: idk it's on my phone 🙂‍↕️

Author's Note: ahhhhhhh this is very mildly inspired by my first breakup with my ex. But that was over text. And we got back together the next day cause I was a weak willed bitch when it came to him Aaanyways I hope you guys like this. For some reason I don't think it's that sad? But my brain's been broken recently so 🤷‍♀️ lemme know what you think! Also Click makes me ugly cry literally every time I watch it sooo...

18+ only pls

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The floor should be on fire now, your feet smoking as you shuffled across the carpet again. Nervous energy filled the air as you waited.

And waited.

He was never late.

Well, he was never late. As of the past week...

Things had been off.

So you waited. Pacing a hole through your carpet, you waited.

A bad feeling was resting low in your stomach, one that had been lingering since you woke up.

Hey bunny, can we talk later? I'll swing by after work.

The buzz of your phone had disturbed your slumber, and the message it held had chased away any lingering sleepiness in an instant.

Of course you'd messaged back, asking what was so important he couldn't tell you over text, or call you. But at that point, he'd likely clocked into work, his phone locked away for the entire eight hours he would be there.

A glance to your right had you clenching your fists, nails tugging against flesh. 7:35. The numbers mocked you, only two minutes had passed since you'd last checked the time.

Two minutes that felt like an eternity.

At the latest, he should have been here at 7:20, if he came straight from work. Traffic was almost never an issue for him on his bike, but what if- what if he was hurt?

You resisted the urge to pick up your phone again, enter the passcode and see your unanswered messages leering at you. Maybe he was picking up dinner? Or had to stop for gas? Or-

A knock on your door, fingernail ripped from your mouth as you ran to the door, opening it without a moment to spare.

Azriel.

Safe and sound.

"You're late," you pouted, launching yourself at him and planting a kiss on his lips-

Only to be met with stiff lips, and you pulled back, greeted by a polite smile, unfocused hazel eyes.

You frowned at him, confused.

"Can I come in?" Your brow furrowed at the question; he practically lived here. You nodded and stepped aside, noticing how very intentionally he didn't touch you, not even with his jacket.

The slide of the lock was deafening, and you turned to face him. And you knew something was wrong. Never before had he looked nervous in front of you, not even when he'd asked you out after a semester of stolen glances, increasingly heated looks shared between the two of you.

But now? He seemed ready to jump through the window, just to escape you.

"What's going on, Azzie?" You bit your lip, but kept your distance, even if you wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in his arms.

Hazel eyes looked down, locking onto the floor. "I can't do this anymore, Y/N."

The air was knocked from your lungs, your stomach twisting into a knot. "I... What?"

"I can't do this anymore," he sighed, hands gesturing between the two of you.

Tears filled your eyes, and you fought back a sob. "This? But- I don't understand," you whispered, hoping, wishing to wake up-

"I told you when we started dating, Y/N, I... I'm not good at this. Relationships," Azriel sighed, running a hand through his hair, already mussed from his helmet. "I can't do this anymore. It's not about you, you're-" he sucked in a breath. "You're perfect, Y/N." He stared at you, as if waiting for a response, but you were stunned. "I'm not good enough for you, you deserve someone better."

"But I don't want someone else, I love you," you croaked, fingers extending from where they'd been glued to your sides. "I love you, Azriel. I don't- I don't know why anything else matters."

"Because I can't, Y/N. I just- I can't handle a relationship right now," he sighed.

"I can back off, I can give you space-"

"That's not what I mean, Y/N. I cannot be in a relationship now. I'm sorry, I truly am," he whispered, hand reaching out as if to brush your cheek before falling down to his side. "I should go." Azriel moved to step around you, to leave.

"I- wait!" The dam was broken, waterfalls cascading down your cheeks as you reached for him, grasping the smooth leather of his jacket. "Please, Azriel. Don't do this to me," you sobbed, biceps working to pull him closer. "Please."

He stayed where he was, a pained look in his eyes as he watched your face grow red, eyes wide with panic. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I... I hope we can be friends, at some point," he said, shattering your heart again.

Friends?

Your hand fell from his arm, coming to cover your face instead. You couldn't bear to watch him leave, sinking to the floor as the lock unlatched, heaving sobs breaking from your chest when you heard the door shut firmly.

🤍🩷❤️‍🩹🩷🤍

You awoke some time later, side aching from laying on the floor, eyes sore from how much you'd cried-

Azriel broke up with you. He left you.

The thought sent a fresh wave of tears down your cheeks, a new stab to your tender chest.

Somehow you managed to get yourself to the couch, curling up under a blanket and opening your phone.

Azriel broke up with me 😭

Three dots danced on the bottom of your screen, then-

He WHAT?! I'll be right over, don't worry love ❤️‍🩹

You clicked your phone closed, turning your face into the couch cushion beneath you, letting the pain overtake you.

Ten, fifteen, maybe thirty minutes later and your door swung open.

"Y/N! Why was your door unlocked?!" a sweet, concerned voice asked. You didn't bother to answer, staying silent as you listened to the slide of metal, the rustle of plastic, and finally soft footsteps that stopped in front of you.

"Oh, Y/N," Elain sighed, running a gentle hand over your shoulder. "I'm so sorry, love. Do you... want to talk about it?"

You shook your head. What was there to talk about?

"Do you wanna watch Titanic? I even brought brownie B&J for you," Elain offered, poking your side softly when you didn't answer. "You know it'll make you feel better." Your head moved a bit, enough to make eye contact.

"Did you bring chips too?" you asked in a watery voice, hand clutching at your blanket.

"Of course I brought chips. And chocolate truffles, sour gummy worms, a double pepperoni pizza, a case of soda- all the standards of our breakup kits," Elain chirped.

She'd always been a tad too cheerful right after your breakups, though it was no different from how Elain normally acted. And after a while, her happy mood did start to rub off on you, helping soothe the ache in your heart each time.

But this was serious.

You and Az had been together for two years, not two months like most of your breakups. You need to cry, preferably with your best friend sobbing right along with you.

"Can we watch Click first?"

Elain's frown would normally be answer enough. But for you, she didn't fight it. "Alright. You go into the bathroom and splash some water on your face, I'll set the table."

You followed her instructions, shambling into the bathroom and brushing your hair from your face.

God, why did you turn on the light?

A mess is what you were. Remnants of your mascara and eyeliner from earlier streaked over your cheeks, your eyes red and swollen from your tears. Your hair was disheveled, and you tackled that first, running a comb through it until it was smooth and untangled once more. A makeup wipe and several splashes of cool water later, and you looked less... distraught.

Only by a bit.

Maybe this was why he left you. You'd never been pretty enough, especially not for someone as gorgeous as him-

Heat built in your eyes and you tore your gaze from the mirror, forcing your legs to carry you back to the couch. Elain was already situated, an extra blanket on her lap and a feast of junk food set out on the coffee table.

"Come on, love. Let's cry it out," Elain said, patting the seat next to her. You sniffled, more than ready to do it, even without tearjerker of a movie to watch.

"You better cry too," you whispered when you sat, pulling your blanket over your lap and grabbing a slice of pizza.

"Of course, Y/N. Of course," Elain said, rubbing your upper back before pressing play.

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The next morning, Elain had to go to work, leaving you alone.

So.

Very.

Alone.

The day was spent sobbing over videos of the two of you, pictures of all of your dates, anniversaries, holidays spent together.

Two years, gone in an instant.

At dinner, you stalked his instagram- he'd already blocked you, but you used your second account to get around it, even if it was just to torture yourself further.

You combed through his posts, only to find that you were gone. Like you'd never existed. Holiday posts were still up, with the pictures of the two of you removed. Your anniversary post, the one he'd made three weeks ago?

Gone.

Deleted.

You were nothing, now.

The hole in your heart only grew when you watched his stories from the night before, videos you assumed were taken by Cassian and posted without Azriel realizing. He and his brothers had gone out drinking, Feyre, Nesta, and-

Elain?!

Your brows scrunched together, checking the time stamp. Seventeen hours ago. Before you'd told Elain of the breakup.

You let out a sigh of relief.

And continued watching.

Only for you eyes to widen in horror, betrayal.

Because Elain was kissing Azriel-

A sob tore from your throat, a new dagger striking your heart, widening the wound.

How could she?!

She knew- she knew how much you loved him, how much of yourself you'd given to him. And she did this?!

Elain had promised you that she didn't care for Azriel in that way, and never had. That was why you'd trusted his words, that he was over his longtime crush on her.

But obviously you'd been swindled, trapped in a web you didn't know existed.

And now you were being devoured by the spider that made it possible, pain leeching into every breath.

You loved him.

It hurt, thinking that you were just a passing of time, two silly, wasted years while he pined after your best friend.

That he couldn't just tell you the truth.

That she had consoled you.

That you were now truly alone.

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[incorrectbatfam]

Wayne Tower yelp reviews pls (wrong answers ofc)

★★★☆☆ Disappointed but not surprised

Was invited to the Wayne Gala held at the Tower this year to accommodate special guests from the Justice League. Was photographed by reporter Clark Kent. Wanted to meet Superman but he didn't show up. Food and atmosphere was good. Got told off for swinging from the chandelier. Why have a chandelier if not for swinging?

★☆☆☆☆ Not even gonna dignify it with a title

I'd give zero stars if I could. The CEO is a massive fucking asshole. He's full of nothing but smooth-brained takes. He claims he'll be there when you need him but never shows up. And when you RIGHTFULLY resent him, he'll turn around and pretend YOU are the bad guy. That isn't even touching on his AUDACITY to replace you so soon after you leave. You think you know this man, you think you've grown to trust him, and then he goes and stabs you in the back. Believe me when I say RUN. Get as FAR away from this company and that bastard Bruce Wayne as you possibly can.

★★☆☆☆ SOS

I work here. Too many emails. Half the execs are Boomers who can't export a PDF. The break room is out of coffee. My dad won't stop visiting the office. When will the nightmare end???

★★★★☆ Imperfect but respectable

I had the opportunity to visit Wayne Tower on Bring Your Child To Work Day. The building is up to code and I was able to view all the health code certifications. I admire that Wayne Enterprises takes care of its employees by allowing ample vacation time, in-house daycare, and well-maintained recreation spaces. The cafeteria did not have as many vegetarian options as I would have preferred, but I have been informed that they operate on a rotating menu, so I shall revisit again next week and possibly amend my review. I would leave five stars but I ran into Tim Drake on the way out and that brought the whole experience down a notch.

★☆☆☆☆ No Chipotle

Was told there was a Chipotle here. Did not find Chipotle.

★★★☆☆ Badge entry didn't work

I'm on the night shift at the company's call center. One time I was already running late but for some reason I couldn't badge in. The janitor wouldn't let me through even though I had proof I was supposed to be here. Had to escalate to the CEO. Still better than working the Batburger drive-thru though.

★★★★★ Hi Dad

Hi Dad.

★★★★☆ Good but...

I love the bathrooms. They're easy to find and very accessible for a wheelchair user like myself. There's plenty of space for me to navigate and the products are top-notch, especially the hot towels. The toaster oven under the sink also doesn't make sense, but then again, my lockscreen is Nightwing so I can't judge.

★★☆☆☆ No cats allowed

I got written permission from the CEO himself to bring my cat to the office, but the doorman turned me away. Next time, there should be better communication between the employees.

★★★★☆ Rooftop makes for good date

I brought my girlfriend up here for our anniversary date. The building has a beautiful view of the city and the restaurant was great. The bread was a little dry, but nothing that a little butter couldn't fix. Unfortunately, she's an on-call detective and we had to cut our evening short, but that's not the staff's fault.

★☆☆☆☆ Got called Bri'ish

Someone called me Bri'ish.