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MIKU MIKU YOU CAN CALL ME MIKU

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Feeling haha goofy

Absolutely have NO clue if some of this is even readable but we’re going to pretend everything is ok. Ok? Ok

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...hang on. uh. where did that third one come from? ma'am?

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Interlude: Lonely

IU X Miyeon X Male Reader

You have walked past her table a couple of times already. It's not unusual to drink while having dinner, she is an adult after all. But the amount she is consuming starts to concern you. One bottle of soju after another finds its place on her table.

When you walk past her once again, to greet someone whom you haven't talked to yet, you decide to sit down. In that moment, someone else enters your restaurant. You stand there for a moment, wondering what's going on.

Her black dress is slightly gleaming in the light. It's quite short and her rather big boots compliment it well. She isn't wearing a necklace. Only a couple pearl rings and a handbag. Her black hair completes that dark look she has going on.

When your eyes meet, you remember you are in a public place. There is no official reason for the both of you to know each other. And yet Choi Miyeon has that look on her face already. That look that tells you what she wants you to do to her tonight.

Distracted, you don't realize that you have been standing next to the other idol, whom you were concerned about earlier.

"Why are you standing here? I didn't order anything."

Her drunk voice sounds kinda cute, although her outfit isn't. She is going for the same look as the vixen, who just sat down at a table nearby. Dark and sexy.

Her eyes are only half open as she stares at you.

"You know what? Bring me another bottle?"

She points with her finger at you, but it sways slightly and it looks like she wants to hypnotize you.

"Ms Lee. Why don't you go back to your hotel?"

You ask in a polite tone, but she waves you off.

"No no no. My room is empty. I don't want to be empty."

She scoffs before downing another glass of soju.

You weren't prepared for drunk talk tonight, but she is still your customer. When she appeared a few hours ago, you were surprised, but then you remember the brand, which you buy your soju from.

Lee Ji-eun, aka IU, decided to check out your restaurant, when she heard of its opening.

"Ms Lee. Can you tell me where your manager is?"

If you can't get her home, he probably can.

"Don't call me that."

She furrows her brows as she leans her head on her forearms, which are resting on the table. Her chef for her table left a while ago, so the two of you are alone.

"Just Ji. Or IU. I'm alone anyways."

She murmurs into the sleeves of her jacket.

"Fine. IU then. It's late already, don't you want to have some sleep? I'm sure you are tired."

"No no no."

She raises her hand and waves to decline your idea.

"My bed is empty. I don't want to."

"It's empty since you aren't in it."

"I'm empty."

You sigh as you rub your face. The whole day has been hectic and stressful.

"How about I bring you home?"

IU focuses on you, at least she is trying to, and eyes you suspiciously.

"You-You wanna play?"

You raise your eyebrow.

"What?"

"You wanna play?"

She giggles before trying to one shot another glass. Most of the clear liquid falls onto the table, some stains her top.

"What kind of game?"

IU shakes her head, which obviously makes her feel dizzy afterwards.

"You don't know. No no no."

You sigh, before asking the inevitable.

"What don't I know?"

"What-What we play. I never have someone to play."

"Don't you have friends?"

You feel like you are talking to a twelve year old who just took some painkillers.

"They don't play with me."

She mumbles on and pouts cutely as she slightly lifts her head.

"They only play with each other. Or with guys."

The last part was definitely filled with bitterness and annoyance.

"Guys don't want to play with me either. Why not?"

She looks at you, her eyes still barely open.

"Why don't boys play with me?"

You are starting to realize what she is saying. And you also realize where this is heading.

"Am I not cute?"

She pushes the empty green bottles away from her and you realize IU is recreating one of her commercials. At least she is trying to.

You do have to say so that drunk IU isn't as cute as her sober counterpart.

"Or am I not sexy enough?"

It takes her a moment to focus on you and open her eyes completely. But when she does, she looks stunning.

The Korean singer is older than you. Quite a few years actually. You weren't really into older women before, but IU? You can see why guys would be tempted.

"You are one gorgeous woman."

You smile at her, hoping this will lift her mood.

"Then why don't you do it?"

She gives you a groggy smile and sways that finger of hers again.

"Why don't you play with me?"

"You are drunk, IU."

She shakes her head.

"No no no. Not drunk. T-Tipsy."

She nods as if she is trying to convince herself.

"Yes, yes. Tipsy."

You lean back in your seat, trying to come up with a plan to get this woman in a bed. It doesn't have to be yours, but if she would be to sober up on the way, you wouldn't be complaining.

"Excuse me, sir."

You close your eyes in disbelief as you recognize the voice. Turning around, you see Miyeon standing behind you.

"May I talk to you for a moment? It's-"

You can see her struggling to come up with some excuse. Luckily, almost all of the media is already gone.

"It's about the cucumbers."

She looks surprised at herself at that idiotic comment. One might think that she is hammered too.

You glare at her, but she eventually convinces you with her suggestive glance towards your crotch. Cucumbers my ass.

About to stand up, you see IU lift her head, which dropped back onto her arms a couple of moments ago.

"You."

She looks at Miyeon.

"He wants to play with me. Why are you taking him?"

Miyeon ignores her and drags you a couple of steps away.

You don't know how Miyeon did it. But you find yourself walking down the sidewalk, IU holding onto your arm. She is less drunk already. The pill that Miyeon gave her, some water and the cool Paris night seem to sober her up.

"I apologize for making you bring me to my hotel."

You shake your head as you look down the empty street.

"It is closing time soon, anyways."

"Thank you, though."

She squeezes your arm gently.

"What did you mean earlier?"

IU looks at you with worry.

"What did I say?"

"You said you are lonely."

"Ah."

She nods as the two of you keep walking.

"I am. I sometimes have the feeling that no one is interested in me."

You stay silent as she keeps talking.

"I can never really have a boyfriend. Or girlfriend."

She whispered that last word, but you managed to hear it.

"It must be hard since you are a celebrity. But I'm sure you will find someone you love eventually."

To your surprise, IU shakes her head.

"That's not what I want right now."

She looks up into your eyes.

"Oh."

You look away and keep walking in silence.

"I just want to-"

She looks around the empty street, before getting on her tiptoes.

"-get fucked."

She stares at you once more.

You are about to say something, having Miyeon's plan still in the back of your head, but the Korean actress looks away.

"I'm jealous of all the girl groups, you know? They maybe don't have boyfriends, but at least each other."

She sighs and you realize she isn't completely sober yet.

"Imagine if you were in a nine member group. All of their hands on your body."

Her voice sounds dreamy and you stay quiet, but not because you are polite.

"Their fingers on your skin. All of them taking turns kissing you..."

She trails off and looks into the night.

You curse silently, glancing at your pants.

As if she has done this a million times, IU lets her hand slide down your arm and locks her fingers with yours.

"As much as I love younger girls eating me out, I love younger guys fucking my brains out more."

The two of you come to halt and you can't say a word. Until now, she was as subtle as possible. Now she is just saying out loud what she is thinking.

"Do you know how long it has been since I sucked cock?"

She takes a step closer, her eyes partially covered by her bangs.

"I would give anything for a nice dick in my pussy right now."

As soon as the elevator doors close, IU pulls your head down. She captures your lips with hers and you can still taste some of the soju she drank earlier.

As the taste and her scent start to take over your senses, you realize she smells like strawberries. Her lips, which have a similar color, are soft and sweet as you invade her mouth with your tongue.

Your make out session is interrupted when the doors open again, but IU takes your hand and drags you after her. She almost runs to her room, before she uses the key card to open the door.

As she is about to step inside, you pin her against the doorframe. You feel her bite your lip as you push your tongue inside her mouth once more. Holding her hands in yours, you take the key card and let it fall to the ground, right outside the room.

The two of you stumble towards her bed as you kick the door shut behind you. Afraid you are gonna hurt her, you make sure she is on top as the two of you hit the sheets. IU is lying on top of you, her bangs slightly tickling your forehead as she keeps her lips on yours.

As you stroke her hair, you feel her hands running down your body with one particular goal. Making quick work of your belt, she doesn't stop kissing you. Your own hands run down her naked lower back and hold onto her butt, locking her in place.

"Let me go."

She smiles into the kiss as she tuggs at the waistband of your boxers.

"I can do more with these lips than kissing."

You let her cheeks go and you feel her glide down your body. Raising your hips, you see IU taking off your pants.

"This was worth the wait."

Her eyes sparkle with satisfaction as she sees your cock. She reaches out with both hands, before she starts to stroke you. One at the bottom, one at the top. You feel yourself harden immediately at her work. She does seem skilled, although she said she doesn't have much sex.

Opening her mouth, IU lets some spit fall off her tongue and onto your tip. She spreads it around your tip with her thumb.

"This looks delicious."

She gives you a big smile, before she leans down. Her upper hand is replaced by her warm mouth. Slowly, her lips glide along the length of your shaft.

You reach out to hold her hair as IU gives you one of the best blowjobs you ever had. Her skillful tongue does not miss a spot as she lets it roam all over your cock. Her lips are sealed tight around you, making her cheeks hollow. While her right hand is still holding the base of your cock, the left one is sliding upwards, underneath your shirt.

IU can feel your abs with her hand as she keeps taking your cock into her mouth. You almost think that she doesn't have a gag reflex at all. Your tip reaches the back of her throat. The black haired woman takes it with ease as she has almost all of your cock in her mouth.

Once she reaches your base with her lips, she does choke slightly. She looks up, before moving her head in a circular motion, which makes you groan. Your cock still deep inside her throat.

"Fuck, you are good."

IU slowly moves her head upwards, letting your dick out of her mouth.

"This is nothing."

She gives you a naughty smile.

"I could suck you off with my eyes closed."

"Is that so?"

She winks at you and resumes her blowjob. You have to close your eyes momentarily as she works wonders on your cock. A few moments later, you are able to untie your blue tie. Reaching forward, you place it on her eyes, before tying it at the back of her head.

"What is this?"

IU chuckles.

"You said you could do this with your eyes closed."

You glance at the door as you see it open quietly.

"You bet. As long as I have a cock in my throat, I don't care if I can see or not."

The woman who just entered the room bites her lip at the older woman's comment.

Afraid that IU would catch on, you guide her head back towards your dick. When her lips touch your tip, a smile plays around them, before she obediently opens her mouth. As your cock glides into her mouth, you see Miyeon staring.

As if she forgot what she is here for. You point with your free hand towards her small sports bag she brought with her, which snaps Miyeon out of her trance.

She puts it down quietly, but all that can be heard in this room right now are IU's sucking sounds.

The younger woman opens her bag quickly, taking out a long, black object.

Unbeknownst to IU, Miyeon hooks her thumbs underneath the straps of her dress, before letting it fall to the ground. That she isn't wearing a bra was obvious before, but you can now see that she isn't wearing underwear either.

While IU still works on your cock, you watch Miyeon idly playing with her clit. She rubs it with two of her fingers as she watches the two of you.

"Miyeon!"

You mouth in her direction.

It takes her a couple of moments to tear her eyes away from your cock, which is currently resting inside IU's throat.

She winks at you, before reaching for the black object and something else inside the bag. When she said she brought some toys, you just shrugged it off. But it looks like Miyeon has a whole arsenal with her.

You watch her putting on the black strap on, while holding a bottle of lube.

"You are so quiet. Did you pass out already?"

IU chuckles at your attempt to keep quiet.

"You would need to work harder for that."

"Fine."

She sticks her tongue out mockingly, before letting more spit drop out of her mouth.

"Let's see who passes out first."

She wraps her lips around your cock once again.

As IU deep throats your dick, Miyeon is slowly walking towards the bed. She already opened the small glassy bottle in her hand. She is slowly stroking the long strap on with her slick hand. If you saw it correctly, the lower part of her toy is resting inside her own pussy, around four inches, while the rest is for her to use on her sunbae. It's around your own length, but yours is slightly bigger.

IU is still chocking on your cock. It looks like she is determined to make you pass out, or at least make you cum. Either way, she keeps you down her throat, not letting an inch miss any attention.

You have to hold onto a fistful of her dark hair, while your left hand is grabbing the sheets. IU is not joking around when it comes to blowjobs.

You watch Miyeon as she is now standing right behind the bed. In one swift motion she reaches forward and takes a hold of the older girl's pants' waistband.

"What?"

IU's surprised yelp is muffled by your cock down her throat. You force her head in place. Miyeon starts to take off her pants. IU struggles against the two of you.

"Stay put."

You force her lips to reach your base once more.

"You said you want attention."

Once IU has calmed down, Miyeon finally manages to rid her off her pants.

"Wow, unnie. Your pussy looks so pretty."

She purrs, before getting onto the bed herself.

You see IU relaxing as she realizes that the other girl is someone she knows. She just doesn't know who it is yet. In her blindfolded state, she is forced to only react to both of your touches. Miyeon holds onto her waist, making her rise her butt. She is now in this "demon pose" position. You can see the shape of her plump ass behind her head from your point of view.

"Fuck. Your body."

You see IU smile around your cock.

It's quickly replaced by a moan as you watch Miyeon spit on her hand, before reaching between the older girl's legs.

A couple of moans and seconds later, you can already see Miyeon aligning her strap on with IU's snatch.

You are kinda jealous, especially after Miyeon's comment.

The older girl's mouth forms an O shape as she gets penetrated by the plastic strap on. Your wet cock falls out of her mouth.

"Holy fuck."

"Do you like this, unnie?"

"I love it."

IU sighs as she holds onto the base of your dick once more. She guides your tip towards her mouth. Pushing her head down, you watch IU getting two of her wholes stuffed with cock. Although you can't see it, you can tell that her eyes are closed in bliss.

Miyeon moves her hips back and forth, letting the strap on slide in and out of IU's cunt. With every thrust forward, the older girl gets pushed forward, which forces your cock deeper down her throat.

Your head rests against the hotel room wall as you try to keep your composure. Even with a dildo in her pussy, IU is still sucking the life out of you. Her mouth trying it's best to make you cum. Your hand in her hair tugs at it occasionally, making her stop for just a moment. There are plenty of moments, where you think you are about to cum. But luckily, you manage to make her stop just at the right time.

"Your cock is so big now."

IU's words are interrupted by another one of her moans.

"I know you are going to cum."

She uses your tip to smear all your pre cum over her lips.

"Just give it to me already."

She takes you into her mouth again. Determined to make you cum now.

Looking behind her, you watch Miyeon slowly fucking IU from behind. Her own eyes are closed, the other end of the strap on obviously pleasuring her more than she would like to admit. Her hips roll back and forth, letting the plastic move in and out of IU's snatch.

"Come on, baby. Cum in my mouth."

The older girl makes you focus on her again. You have to hold onto her head with both hands, due to the pleasure she is sending through your system. You didn't plan on cuming so fast. But here you are.

As IU deep throats your cock, you hold her in place with both hands. Her lips almost reaching the end of your cock. You feel her gagging slightly. The muscles of her throat tighten around you. The slight shoves from Miyeon make her move around you. She humms slightly, when Miyeon hits the right spot.

"I'm gonna cum."

You groan as you feel IU's hands wander towards your abs once more. She isn't leaving room for her hands on your cock anyway.

Her gags become louder. As Miyeon gives her a big thrust from behind, you finally cum down IU's throat. You push her head further down as you feel her moan. Ropes of your cum coat her throat and mouth from the inside.

It takes you a couple of moments to recover from IU's blowjob. You just lie on the bed, enjoying the view of her getting softly pounded by Miyeon. You realize that she still doesn't know, who is fucking her.

The same thought runs through Ji-eun's head at the same time. She was surprised at first, to say the least. And although the strap on doesn't compare to a real cock, it's still a nice feeling to get filled in two holes at the same time. As you are now recovering, your cock resting in her hands, Ji-eun tries to guess who is fucking her. It's hard, since she sometimes loses her train of thought, whenever the girl behind her is hitting the right spot. She called her unnie, right? It can't be Yoo In-Na then, since she is older. Plus, she would have recognized her voice.

Lee Ahin maybe? But she would have called her "sunbaenim" respectfully. But it still could be her. Ji-eun remembers, that she was jealous the way Ahin looked at you occasionally from across the room.

You see Miyeon bite her lip, as a moan escapes her mouth. You never expected to be in this situation. And you never expected Miyeon to come up with this idea.

Watching her pleasuring herself and IU with her strap on makes your cock hard again. The older girl's hands aren't very innocent either though.

As she realizes that you are ready for round two, IU takes you into her mouth once more. You are still a little more sensitive than usual. You groan as she does her best to make your cock as hard as possible. Her body still being rocked back and forth by Miyeon.

"Daddy, you should try this pussy."

Miyeon sighs, her half opened eyes focused on you.

"I think this unnie is hungry for your cock in her little cunt."

The way IU moans at the younger girl's comment makes you slowly guide her head off your cock.

Her eyes are still covered, which means she still can't see what you are doing. You get off the bed and walk over to Miyeon. Capturing her lips with yours, you make the younger girl come to halt. The two of you enjoy each other's mouths.

Glancing downwards, you have a good view on IU's pussy. It's visibly stretched out by Miyeon's black dildo. Her lower lips are tightly wrapped around it. You can see some of her slick juices running down her inner thighs as she is still in the same position as before. You reach out to knead her left ass cheek.

"What are you waiting for? Give it to me."

She moans as she looks over her shoulder, eyes still covered by your tie.

You push against the left side of her hips, which makes her fall on her back on the bed. Miyeon left her pussy just a second earlier and now you are standing between her legs.

You admire IU's beautiful pussy. Her pink, plump lips glisten slightly. Her clit is slightly visible and her skin around it is as smooth as the rest of her body.

Unable to resist, you lean down to have a taste. You taste some of her juices as you lick her pussy lips.

"Oh, fuck."

IU moans. She expected your cock, not your tongue.

Standing straight again, you hold her waist with both hand. Nodding towards the bottle of lube, you instruct Miyeon to use it. A mischievous smile appears on her face. While she opens it and pours some of the liquid onto the strap on, you pick IU up. She instinctively wraps her legs around you, still not having a clue about what's about to happen. Her arms are reaching around your neck and her face is right in front of yours. You move a little, so that Miyeon can stand behind her.

You place your hand on one of her firm butt cheeks, while the other reaches for your cock. Slowly, you insert yourself into her pussy.

"Oh god."

IU sighs as your tip enters her. Since she is way smaller than you, you have to slide her up and down on your cock. Now holding both of her cheeks in your hand, you slowly lower her further.

With every inch, IU's mouth opens wider. When she finally reaches your base, a loud moan escapes her mouth.

"Fuck you are so big."

Her walls are tight around you. Looking down, you see one of the most beautiful things you have ever seen. IU's pink lips molding around your cock, keeping it in her snatch.

Her head drops back as you make her lean away from you by pulling her ass towards you. She is now on the perfect night for Miyeon. The younger girl runs her fingers over IU's waist, before aligning her strap on with her hole.

Once the wet plastic touches her rear entrance, IU knows what's going on.

"Oh fuck! I have never dones this before."

You can tell she is squeezing her eyes shut as Miyeon starts to push inside of her. You feel her strap on press against your cock through the thin wall of IU's body. With every inch, the older woman breaths heavier, until she is completely filled.

Her black hair covers Miyeon's face as she is just hanging there between the two of you. She is completely defenseless. IU can't do anything but moan as you start to lift her up.

She has never felt so full. Both of her holes are stuffed with cock as she slides upwards. Since Miyeon is shorter than you, you have to stop lifting IU when you reach your own tip, otherwise the strap on would slide out. And whenever you push IU down, she can only take a third of Miyeon's dildo inside of her.

Despite these little flaws, the older girl still feels like she is in heaven. All of her muscles relax except the ones in her pussy and ass. Over and over you slowly lift her up and pull her down. After just a couple of moments, the Korean actress has become a stuttering mess.

"Oh! Fu-! Yes! Please more!"

Her back is now completely arched, her head resting on Miyeon's shoulder. Because IU is still wearing that black top, you can only dive into her neck. You kiss her skin as you make her moan in tandem with your moves.

After having found a rhythm that works for all of you, you start to go a little faster. The effect it has on IU is evident as her moans turn louder and her hands on your back hold you tighter. You hear Miyeon moan occasionally as well, whenever IU is pushed onto her strap on. It pushes it a little further into her own pussy everytime, giving her pleasure as well.

The older woman has now lost her ability to form words. Her moans are deep and drawn out. Her pussy feels incredible tight, partially because of Miyeon's strap on in her ass, which slightly pushes against your cock.

You hear IU whine as she starts to cum. Her body tenses up a little as she feels a flame burn through her body. It has been building up since Miyeon pulled her pants off. Now, she is cuming on your cock, her juices dribbling down onto the carpet.

You hiss as you feel IU's pussy contracting around you. The way she feels pushed you closer as well. You are able to hold out, until she calms down, but you know that you might not survive another orgasm of hers.

You keep your rhythm nonetheless, making IU moan loudly once more. Her eyes are still covered as she sees nothing but darkness. After that orgasm, the flame in her body doesn't die down. Instead, it keeps building again. The darkness is replaced by bright colors. You are quite literally making her see stars as you make IU cum for a second time.

She whines once more, too lust drunk to speak. At the same time, Miyeon moans. You guess it's not really about the stimulation for her, but the act itself. A small orgasm rushes through the younger girl's body, making her knees buckle.

Seeing the two of them cum, makes you want to do the same. For a second you wonder if you want to trade holes with Miyeon, but IU's pussy is something you can't pass up on. There is no way in hell you pull out, until you cum.

Up until now, the two of you fucked her with a rather slow, steady pace. Fast enough to make her cum, but still not with your usual force. You can feel the lust building up inside of you.

Miyeon looks like that as well, although she probably has something else in mind. Although the dildo inside of her makes her feel good, it's hard for her to cum. The two of you exchange glances, before you come to a silent agreement.

You lift IU up one last time, higher than before. It makes Miyeon's strap on slide out of her ass, while your tip still remains inside of her. You see your cock is slick with her juices. The younger girl hurries to unbuckle the belt of her strap on, before letting it fall to the ground. She jumps onto the bed, her hand already near snatch as she is ready to watch the end of the show.

Ji-eun is still wondering what's going on as she obviously feels Miyeon's strap on leave her ass. You kiss her neck once more as she is too tired to complain about the lack of fullness.

Your arms start to get tired, so you place her on the wooden dresser, which is standing near the bed. Her back is pressed against the cold wall as you push fully inside of her once more.

"Right there."

She sighs as you hit a new spot in this position. Looking behind you, you see Miyeon is already knuckle deep in her own pussy, eyes only half open. She decided that it's more pleasurable for her if she doesn't have to move so much. The fucking tiring her out.

Knowing that IU can't look at Miyeon, since you are blocking the view, you pull down your tie. It hangs loosely around her neck as you see her eyes after a long time. Her lust makes her look like she is angry. Her brown eyes focused on you as her upper lip slightly twitches.

"Now fuck me hard."

She demands, not even bothering to try and find out, who fucked her ass.

You bottom out inside of her as you start to pound her onto the wall.

"Faster!"

She has become more vocal, now that she can see. Maybe she was a little shy earlier, but now, she is enjoying herself too much to care.

"Fuck yes! Make the whole hotel hear!"

She moans loudly as you keep your pace. The dresser doesn't seem very safe. It starts to rock back and forth with your thrusts, hitting the wall occasionally. It creaks as you fuck IU on its smooth surface.

"Make them know that I'm getting pounded hard! Make them touch themselves!"

You fuck her faster, almost scared she is going to hit the wall with her head. Now that she can see, IU keeps her eyes on yours, capturing your gaze.

"I'm gonna cum."

It's hard to bring that sentence over your lips, but you can't stop it. It's like IU's pussy was made for only one purpose. To make you cum.

"Yeah! Give it to me!"

She moans louder, holding onto the shirt you are still wearing.

"Cum all over my pussy! Paint me with your cum!"

Holding onto her waist, you pull IU further onto your cock with every thrust. You hear Miyeon in the background, moaning and whining as she cums on her finger. The dresser sounds like it's going to collapse any minute as you fuck one of the most beautiful women on earth on its surface.

IU's face is close to yours and her lips find yours. The two of you kiss, without slowing down your pace.

Pulling back one last time, you thrust into IU as you feel yourself cuming. You regretfully leave her tight pussy. But she told you where she wants it.

As you climax, your cum starts to paint her pussy. It coats her puffy lips and her clit, some drops hitting her flat midriff.

"Fuck yes."

IU sighs as she feels your warm cum on her pussy. It slowly dribbles down along her lips and onto the wooden surface underneath her.

You capture IU's pink lips with your own as that strawberry taste invades your taste buds once more. Out of the corner of your eye, you see that Miyeon is already putting her dress back on.

IU will never know, who of her juniors made her ever feel so full. And loved.

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(Alternative Ending)

Hi, everyone!

I hope you guys enjoyed this one. From now on, I will try to occasionally mix in these shorter interludes. This way, I can write smaller chapters, which I get expired by in random situations, or you can request scenarios, which aren't exactly compatible with the story. I will try my best to somehow fit them into the story, for example as a dream. These short chapters aren't really relevant for the plot, which means you can read them without the story, or if you don't like the idols, you can just skip them.

Have a great day!

[charlotteking23]

Hello, I know this will seem strange but it just won't leave my mind. Imagine a scenario where Y/N is a Kardashian and she somehow ends up in Gotham and it starts to appear in all the newspapers(magazines) and somehow this makes Bruce a little jealous because there is someone stealing all the attention in Gotham and the boys(batboys) think she more than qualified to be with Bruce and somehow they start a relationship.

Kisses♡ (I imagined this in Ben Affleck's Batman but if you prefer Bale's that's fine)

A Fairytale come true

As Bruce Wayne stepped out of the car, immediately flashing lights of the paparazzi cameras went off. But Bruce was used to it simply he smiled and waved, ignoring the questions from the people. Stepping inside the gala for some charity obviously, people knew Bruce he was always the highest bitter on the table. Yet their eyes weren't on him but a beautiful girl.

She was wearing a nice red cocktail dress hugging her body beautifully showing off all the right curves. Bruce observes her wondering who is she? and why is everyone looking at her?

It was time for the bitting the next auction was a one and a kind of painting. Many people started biting but Bruce ended up biting a million dollars to his surprise someone went higher.

"2 million dollars", the mystery woman said but Bruce was so shocked they had already sold the girl the painting before he could reply. This girl intrigued him.

Time skip

"Alfred can you believe this", Bruce said pointing at the TV and watching the news carry out about the mystery girl. Bruce had figured out the Mystery girl was one of those infamous Kardashians. Bruce looks over at Alfred only to see him simply ignoring him and continuing to read his newspaper. Upon looking more closely at the paper he saw not his face on the front of the newspaper but Y/n Kardashian.

"Why does dad look like a man baby", Jason laughed walking into the living room, and saw his father pouting on the couch.

"Doesn't he always", Tim said pouring himself some coffee again.

"Wait guys, I think I know why Bruce is acting like this, because he's jealous of Y/n Kardashian and how popular she has become", Dick said on the couch watching Y/n Kardashian answering the paparazzi questions.

Damian said something that no one expected "They would look good together", Bruce looked astonished at his son looking back at the TV where you were shown waving at the Gotham people. You were beautiful, yes he had to agree.

"Master Bruce, we are still going to hold the gala tonight", Bruce was interrupted from his thoughts, "Yes, and make sure Y/N Kardashian is invited".

It was already evening the gala decorations were set up, and looking in awe. Many people were already there wanting to discuss further business with one of the wealthiest businessmen in the world, Bruce Wayne.

Many wanted to talk to him but he couldn't keep his eyes off of Y/n, she was in a champagne color dress outshining the rest of the Gotham elite.

Bruce walked up to Ms Y/n holding out his hand in front of her, "May I have this dance". "You may Mr. Wayne", she responded gracefully taking his hand and heading towards the center of the ball room.

"what brings you to Gotham, Ms.Y/n", Bruce asked putting his hands on her waist as she slid her hands around Bruce's neck. "the usual, business", she replied leaning in closer to Bruce.

Anyone could feel the sexual tension of Y/n and Bruce Wayne. As the song came to an end Bruce put his hand on Y/n's back guiding her towards the garden for some privacy.

As the pair walked together it felt like a fairytale, they laughed talking about everything and anything. To Bruce this was the first time he could be himself he didn't have to try and impress her or play a fake facade it all felt natural. To Y/N it felt like a dream that at any moment she could wake up being brought back to reality. He saw Y/N as Y/N, not some rich Kardashian woman.

They stopped at a swing in the middle of the garden surrounded by flowers and a little fountain on the right it was beautiful. Bruce led Y/N to the swings, having her sit as he pushed her carefully making sure the swings lightly swayed. At that moment Y/N felt like Cinderella with Bruce being her prince charming.

Neither one of them had noticed the time, only when Bruce briefly glanced at his watch. "I had a wonderful time Ms. Y/N", Bruce joined Y/N out from the swings and caressed her hand gently wishing for this night to be forever. "I had a lovely time", Y/N smiled, holding Bruce's other hand and having him face her as she looked up at him. She stood on her tiptoes to reach his cheek, she lightly grazed it with her lips.

"Ms. Y/N would you like to have dinner with me".

" Yes, Bruce I would love to", Bruce took hold of Y/N's hand lightly kissing it with affection, before staring deeply into her eyes.

Time skip

It was morning in the Wayne manor, the boys were doing their own things, Alfred was cleaning, and Bruce was doing some work. Bruce took the remote from the small table beside him, listening to the news reporters. Something particularly caught his attention, someone had taken pictures of Bruce and Y/N in the garden laughing and smiling at each other.

"wow, Bruce I didn't think you would actually listen to Damian and get with Y/N Kardashian", Dick smiled walking towards Bruce.

Ding dong

"Who's at the door"? Damian said walking down the stairs case but was interrupted by Jason running towards the door trying to see who it was.

"Jason, if you're so curious why don't you open the door", Tim said holding a cup of coffee in his hand looking visibly annoyed at Jason.

Bruce cleared his throat gaining the attention of his kids, Bruce swiftly opened the door revealing the one and only Y/N Kardashian.

Immediately the boys all started talking at once trying to understand this situation. Bruce led his kids towards the living room trying to get them to calm down.

Y/N looked at Bruce seeing him be a father to his kids. He was wonderful, she thought originally he was a snobby rich boy like the L.A. people but he was sweet and treated her like a princess.

As she turned away she met face to face with Alfred Bruce's closest friend. "Ms. Y/n, I am so glad you came into Bruce's life, you have made him so happy", Alfred smiled looking at Bruce and Y/N.

Bruce finally finished explaining to his boys and came towards Y/N twirling her around before resting his hands on her waist and she slid her arms around his neck just like the dance they shared before at the gala. It was like a fairytale come true.

[zumicho]

MOUSETRAP! ← IWAIZUMI / AKAASHI SMAU EP4: AITA ･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂+ WRITTEN PORTION!!! ･ ⠄⠂

cw: swearing, miscommunication (audible sigh) , heated argument

｡･ﾟﾟ･ WRITTEN PORTION BELOW ✧･ﾟ: *

“you know, potential lost and all”

it takes everything in you to keep your eye from twitching as your brother’s entire career gets discredited by the person sitting across you. who does this guy think he is?

“you can’t criticize someone’s life work based off of one loss” you contend—bitter. he spares you a glance, unwavering. his eyes squint through his glasses. black frames, you think to yourself: like the ones noya keeps for fashion. though those look legit.

he leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “one loss? it was the championship match against the underdogs,” he says, voice dripping with condescension. “shiratorizawa losing against karasuno was frankly… embarrassing.”

“what makes you think you have the right to judge him based off of a minor setback in his lifelong career? everyone has an off day. it doesn’t erase all the hard work and victories he’s had.” your hands ball into fists under the table. “you don’t know him,” you say quietly but firmly—jaw tightening.

as if he finds your defense amusing, he speaks up with a tilt to his tone: “I don’t, but athletes are defined by their ability to perform under pressure. plus, a reporter should be unbiased. even if I did know him, it wouldn’t change the facts. people remember the failures more than the successes, that’s just how the world is.” finishing it off, he careens in your direction and taps his fingers on the desk: “you don’t know him either, ms. journalist.”

“maybe you’re just ignorant and insensitive. and I’m not a journalist. he’s my brother, you asshole.” you huff out, challenging his volume—earning the hush of.. everyone in the room. including the professor.

“It’s been a good while since the last heated debate in this class.” she interjects. “you two have interesting viewpoints. and..”

both your faces fall simultaneously, knowing that for the semester project — both of you are..

“if you hate each other so much. then work together.”

fucked.

— FACTLIST!

• akaashi won’t admit it out loud but bokuto is truly his best friend and he wouldn’t trade him for the world

• when yn called him an asshole keiji immediately thought of bokuto’s “AITA AITA AITA “ and asked himself the question 😭

• NOTHING ELSE IM JUST FREAKING OUT OVER THE TENSION RN GJRHHFHFJFURIGK

author’s note: last ep was super short bc tumblr kept doubling my image uploads TT ill sort it out soon

TAGLIST — REPLY / ASK

@needtoloveoutloud @rory-cakes @minaluvu @tenjikusstuff4 @cherrypieyourface

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[allisonbaelfire]

Amethyst. - PART 8

The UA students were called back to the arena after the break, and there were still 16 students left in the competition. Present Mic announced the third challenge—a one-on-one fighting battle.

The reactions among the students were mixed. Some were excited, while others looked nervous.

“Alright, this is it! Time to show what we’re made of!” Kirishima exclaimed, pumping his fists.

Midoriya glanced around nervously. “This is going to be tough… but we have to give it our all.”

I felt Katsuki’s eyes on me. I couldn’t quite tell if he was excited about the upcoming battles, angry, or just his typical Pomeranian-self. When I looked back at him, he quickly looked back to Ms. Midnight. Weird. Maybe he was sizing up the competition, or perhaps he was just curious about if I’d fight for real now. It was hard to tell with Bakugo.

Ms. Midnight stepped onto the stage to announce who would be fighting whom, but before she could even start, Ojiro—one of my classmates whom I had barely spoken to—raised his hand to speak. I was visibly confused when he announced his withdrawal from the competition.

“I can’t in good conscience continue,” Ojiro said firmly.

“Why are you giving up this chance?” Mina asked, her voice filled with surprise and concern.

Ojiro took a deep breath before explaining. “I was in the team with that guy with the purple hair and tired eyes—Shinso. Something was off. I don’t remember much from the cavalry battle, and it feels like I wasn’t in control of my actions. I can’t fight in these conditions, knowing I wasn’t myself.”

The students started murmuring among themselves, the atmosphere filled with curiosity and confusion.

“He must have some kind of mind control quirk,” Midoriya speculated, his eyes widening with realization.

“But giving up just because of that?” Bakugo scoffed. “Pathetic.”

“No, it’s not pathetic,” I interjected, stepping forward. “Ojiro is doing what he believes is right. If he thinks he wasn’t in control, then it’s honorable of him to step back.”

Ojiro nodded gratefully at me. “Thank you, Y/N. I just wanted to be honest. I can’t compete if I don’t know if my actions were my own.”

Ms. Midnight nodded in understanding. “Very well, Ojiro. Your withdrawal is accepted. Now, let’s proceed with the matchups.”

The screen lit up with the tournament bracket, and everyone’s eyes were glued to it. The matchups were announced as follows:

Midoriya vs. Kaminari

Y/N vs. Shinso

Todoroki vs. Sero

Iida vs. Aoyama

Mina vs. Tokoyami

Kirishima vs. Tetsutetsu

Bakugo vs. Uraraka

Yaoyorozu vs. Jiro

“Looks like I’m up against purple guy myself, great,” I muttered to myself. The thought of facing him, especially after Ojiro’s warning, annoyed me.

As Shinso realized he was up against me, his eyes narrowed, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. Every muscle in his body seemed tense, ready for action, as if he couldn’t wait to prove himself and show that he deserved a spot in the hero course just as much as anyone else.

He didn’t say a word, but the intensity of his gaze at me spoke volumes. I knew that this guy wanted to beat me, badly. He’d been bitter ever since, thinking I had it easy because of my family name. This wasn’t just a match for him; it was a chance to challenge the status quo and prove his worth. And he was ready to do whatever it took to make that happen.

His quirk was good for defense, but mine was both defense and offense. I couldn’t allow myself to lose. I glanced around, wondering if Hawks was still near, watching me from somewhere. He always said he had faith in me, but I knew he wouldn’t let me off easy if I screwed this up.

Denki patted me on the back with a grin. “You’ve got this, Y/N! Just don’t let him get in your head.”

“Yeah, show him what you’re made of!” Mina chimed in, giving me a thumbs up.

Bakugo, still glaring, stomped over with a snarl. “Don’t screw this up, Frostburn. If you can’t handle this guy, you’re even weaker than I thought.”

I shot him a sharp look, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. “Don’t worry, Bakugo. I won’t lose.”

From the corner of my eye, I caught Shoto’s gaze. He was staring at me with a cold, unreadable expression before quickly looking away. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but it didn’t matter right now.

Facing Shinso would be tough, but I needed to stay focused and trust in my own strength. My plan was simple: don’t answer him, no matter what. If I could keep my cool and use my ice flames to either control the battlefield or hit him hard enough, his mind control wouldn’t matter. I’d make sure he had no choice but to leave the arena defeated.

But even as I tried to focus on the upcoming match, Hawks’ warning echoed in my mind. He had hinted that there was a threat I needed to be aware of. I looked around. Was it one of the students? A teacher? Or maybe someone in the audience? The uncertainty gnawed at me, adding another layer of tension.

I had to stay sharp, not just for this fight but for whatever might be lurking in the shadows.

“Y/N!” Midoriya’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Remember, stay focused and don’t respond to him.”

I nodded, appreciating his concern. “Thanks, Midoriya. I’ll be careful.”

As I stepped into the arena, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. But for now, I had to put those worries aside and concentrate on the battle at hand. Shinso was waiting, and I couldn’t afford to be distracted.

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The arena was buzzing with anticipation as I stepped into the ring. Shinso stood across from me, his eyes narrow and calculating. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel every eye in the stadium on us.

“This is it,” I muttered to myself, steeling my nerves. “Don’t let him get to you.”

Present Mic’s voice boomed through the arena. “Let the match begin!”

Shinso immediately spoke up, his voice calm and commanding. “Why don’t you just give up now, Todoroki? You know you can’t beat me.”

I bit my lip, resisting the urge to respond. Instead, I focused on my hands, letting a frosty fog form around them. I needed to be ready for anything. I knew his quirk involved brainwashing, but I wasn’t sure if he had another trick up his sleeve or was good in hand-to-hand combat. I had to be prepared.

I considered my options: icing the battlefield could give me control over the terrain, making it harder for him to move and giving me an advantage. Creating ice barriers would provide cover and disrupt his line of sight. Or, I could attack him straight away, hoping to overwhelm him before he could use his quirk.

“Silent treatment, huh?” Shinso smirked. “That won’t save you.”

He continued to taunt me, but I managed to stay silent, focusing on maintaining my defenses. The crowd watched in tense silence, aware of the stakes.

Then, Shinso’s voice took on a different tone, one that hit closer to home. “Do you really think you belong here? Even your own brother can’t stand you.”

The mention of Shoto’s disdain pierced through my defenses. The strained relationship with my brother had always been a sore spot. Before I could stop myself, I snapped back, “That’s not—”

My mind went blank. I felt my body freeze, not from my quirk, but from Shinso’s mind control. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think for myself. His quirk had taken hold.

“Now, walk out of the arena,” Shinso commanded.

My feet moved against my will, dragging me towards the edge of the arena. The crowd gasped, realizing what was happening. My classmates were sitting on the tribune, their faces filled with shock and concern.

“Y/N, fight it!” Midoriya yelled from the stands, his voice filled with urgency.

“Don’t let him control you!” Uraraka shouted, her hands gripping the railing tightly.

Kirishima jumped to his feet. “Come on, Y/N, you’re stronger than this!”

Even Shoto, usually so composed, looked genuinely surprised. His eyes widened, and for a brief moment, his cold facade cracked, revealing a flicker of worry. He hadn’t expected me to fall for Shinso’s mind tricks just because he mentioned him.

Their voices pierced through the fog in my mind, and Hawks’ warning echoed once more: “Find people you trust.”

I heard my classmates and as much as I wanted to listen to them, it didn’t work. I was close to walking out of the battlefield.

Bakugo didn’t understand why I had fallen for Shinso’s Brainwashing in the first place, more he didn’t understand why I wouldn’t fight more against it until- his eyes opened wide as he remembered the conversation between icyhot and deku.

“Frostburn!” Bakugo yelled, his voice cutting through the haze. “Don’t hold back, show them your real strength! You can control it, I know it!”

His words struck a chord deep within me. The fierce determination in his voice, the unyielding challenge—it all resonated. Bakugo knew I always held back. He had heard enough to understand my fears and insecurities.

The sudden outburst from Bakugo caught everyone off guard. My classmates exchanged confused glances. Bakugo, known for his abrasive personality and general disdain for others, especially showing support, was cheering me on. It was a side of him they hadn’t seen before.

“Did Bakugo just… encourage someone?” Kaminari whispered to Sero, his eyebrows raised in disbelief.

“I must be dreaming,” Mina muttered, her eyes wide with surprise. “Since when does Bakugo cheer for anyone?”

With a surge of willpower, I fought against Shinso’s control. My eyes glowed purple for the first time ever. The crowd started freezing as the temperature dropped all of a sudden. Shoto, in particular, noticed it was coming from me. The frosty fog wasn’t just coming from my hands—it seemed like my entire body was emitting an icy aura.

Shoto, alarmed by the sudden drop in temperature and the change in my appearance, started to stand up, his face filled with concern. He looked ready to stop the match, afraid of what I might do.

Bakugo noticed Shoto’s movement and shouted, “Stay out of it, Icy-Hot! Trust her, damn it!”

Within a second, I raised my arm and fired ice flames from my hand. The force propelled me back to the center of the field. The crowd erupted in cheers as I landed gracefully.

I looked at Shinso, who was visibly shocked. “You thought you could control me? No one can.” I said, my voice cold and resolute.

With a powerful blast, I directed my ice flames at Shinso, freezing him in place and pushing him out of the arena field. The victory was mine.

The crowd erupted in cheers, breathing heavily, I fell to my knees, a smile spreading across my face. I looked up at Bakugo, who smirked and mumbled to himself, “I knew it.”

Shoto was visibly surprised, first by Bakugo’s outburst to stop him and second by how I had controlled my ice flames. He had expected me to lose control, but instead, Shinso was only lightly frozen. In fact, Shinso could already move again, shaking off the frost.

Present Mic’s voice boomed over the speakers, “Y/N Todoroki is the wins!”

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As the crowd’s cheers began to fade, Shinso walked over, still shaking off the last remnants of frost. He looked at me with a mixture of frustration and respect.

“You really are something, Todoroki,” he said, his voice still calm but now tinged with genuine admiration. “I underestimated you.”

I smiled weakly, still catching my breath. “You did pretty well yourself, Shinso. Your quirk is no joke.”

He nodded, a slight smirk forming on his lips. “I guess, next time I’ll be better tho.”

I extended my hand to him, which he took after a brief moment of hesitation. “I’m counting on it.”

He smiled while shaking my hand firmly. “Don’t let up, Todoroki. You can win this thing.”

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Amethyst. - MASTERLIST: click here

[deadpool15]

Roommate Pt2

"Shit, my fucking head is pounding." I woke up, thankfully in my bed for the first time in a while. Looking to the side of me, I noticed the girl from last night that I couldn't remember almost felt bad. But for the first time, I kinda felt something for her, or maybe I didn't feel anything. My feelings have been a bit out of the order, to be honest. I have a habit of confusing feelings with lust. Now, the issue with kicking out a one-night stand is that I can't distinguish feelings and whatever the fuck I'm feeling. Especially with Bada and Howl, they are like older, annoying siblings who won't get off my case. I mean, I love them but it seems like they are fucking up my vibes. Like last time, they literally hastled me as I was walking out the door. I'm trying to meet the new guy.

This isn't the first time it has happened, but I guess it didn't occur to me that they were on the bitter side about my dates, but I thought that was just Badas' impression of my weirdly interest in stupid fucking people, because I mean the smaller the brain the better the sex. Then Howl came along, and it was fine for a while until he started acting like Bada as well. It was weird. "Why the fuck is Bada's man on my case like my older brother." I get out of bed realizing in the hour long I've taken to figure out my thoughts, the girl had left. "She was cute. I'll give her that. Hey, maybe I do like her." I statt walking towards my bathroom to take a shower. More time to think to myself yay. But maybe I was just overthinking everything, I mean, they must see me as a little sister. Yea, that would make sense, with me being younger than them in a foreign country, might I add.

"Yea, I know they are simply trying to protect me and probably think I should slow down with all the blind dates and stuff, but I'm not a little girl. They need to chill." As I finish washing myself, I step out the shower, wondering what Bada is cooking. I can smell food, just can't tell what it is exactly.

Meanwhile

"We have to tell her tonight, we can set up a dinner at a nice fancy restaurant and talk to her. Like slowly get it out, I mean, it shouldn't be hard, I heard America is pretty cool or just open about that stuff." Badas says as she finished making the American style breakfast that Mika loved. "I mean yea, America is more open about these kinds of situations, but we can't just tell her out like that, Bada." Howl states kind of arguing with Bada to make it be known that there was no going back after this. "Baby, look at me, I know, ok. I know this is a difficult situation but we have to do this together. This is something we have to do together, we have to get our girl baby this is our only chance." Howl smiles at Bada, pulling her close before whispering the words i love you in her eyes. They stand there in silence falling between the two, agreeing on their plan of getting their third piece of their heart.

Hours had passed since that close kept moment between the two. They arrived at the restaurant, and at first, they thought to keep the meeting causal until they realized maybe the beautiful atmosphere of a happy place with amazing food would soften the fact that the two people she has been basically living with were in love with her. "Reservation for Ms. Lee", they stopped checking their appearance for the 17th time of what it feels like tonight. They smile at the waiter while following him towards the table. "See, everything is going just fine. It's gonna be perfect. She will show up soon and we'll finally have our girlfriend. Game time, baby."

After about 10 minutes of sitting there and the waiter constantly coming over, pestering them about having to order something, they start to lose hope. "This was a bad idea," Howl says in despair. Though Bada still has a strong belief that you're going to come, she pulls herself together and tries to get Howl to believe as well. "Baby, I love you, ok. So I say this with all the love I have for you. MAN UP." In that very moment, Bada sees a glimpse of your pink and black hair coming through the door in a rush. Thanking the heavens for giving them another chance.

"I'm so sorry, guys. I got held up with Heaven." Mika states as she drops her coat on the chair and sits down on the opposite side of Bada and Howl. As soon as they both hear the name, leave your beautiful lips, their mouths fill with a hint of distaste. Praying to heaven completely forgetting that happened to be the name of your date or new fling. Bada and Howl had one thing and mind, and that was making sure you forgot that girls name entirely by the end of the night. "I'm here now though, I know it doesn't make up for the fact that I was so late, but I'm really sorry." Bada smiles as Howl seems to be wanting to just get it out already. Seeing this, she grabs his hand firmly, letting him know it will happen. "It's fine. We were just worried, but you're ok. So how about we just order now." You all look at each other, agreeing. Howl helps you with the menu, knowing of course you need no help he just likes to be close to you. Though they both know you'll need help ordering, your social anxiety playing a huge factor in that. Looking at the menu, you finally decided on a simple shrimp pasta. You could never go wrong with a classic. Howl orders a steak with mash and vegetables, and Bada follows along ordering lasagna, one of your favorites just in case.

"So, what did you guys need to talk about so urgently. Hopefully, this isn't about trying to get me to join the academy again. I don't care how much potential you think you see isn't a dancer in me, I promise." Mika says, deciding to start the conversation off with a slight joke to ease the situation. Truth be told, she didn't have the slightest idea why they both wanted to talk with her. No matter how hard she tried to ponder over the thought, it didn't make sense why they were here together. "No, I know you all camera shy and stuff, but you are a good dancer flower." Hearing Bada say that name brought her a sense of comfort, it was a name she had given her when they first met. She claims Mika sparked in the sun like a flower. Smiling at that thought, it does ease the tension, "Good, because all those people in one big room is just like a no for me." Howl sits up making eye contact with bada before deciding they should go to the restroom, getting the message they excuse themselves for a minute. Stepping inside Bada immediately breaks down her strong facade. Howl grabs her in his arms, trying to calm her down. "This is stupid she can never love me. It's so hard, baby. I'm trying to be strong for us, but she doesn't want me, I can tell. I see her with all these tall girls, and I think im like them, so why is it never me." Howl shuts up her crues with a simple kiss, breaking her away from the moment. "Your wrong baby, she will love you just like I love you, ok? You shouldn't be doing this alone. You're right. I need to man up and be their for both of you. Don't ever think for a second you're not enough ok, let's go out there and get our girl."

As they are left in the bathroom taking a moment for themselves, only terrible thoughts are crossing Mika's mind. What had she done that was so difficult to tell. She felt worse for not being able to remember it. She immediately thinks she might have crossed the line. Maybe Bada felt like she was coming onto Howl sneakily. Sure, she thought Howl was hot and mean fuck they both were and would it make her a bad person if she admits she has fantasized about them both a some point. But Bada was her best friend, and she refused to lose a meaningful friendship because she couldn't keep it in her pants. Throughout this meltdown, she is having she doesn't notice Bada and Howl come back from the restroom, nor does she notice she has started crying. Finally catching sight of them, she immediately breaks down. "I'm sorry for whatever I did, I promise I didn't mean to. Bada, you're my best friend, and I tried to hard not to make you feel any way. I even changed habits that I grew up with, like walking around with less clothes and other shit that may piss you off. Howl, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Please don't kick me out." Hearing this, they both move towards the other side of the table, grabbing her with Howl, setting her on his lap, this of course catches her off guard, but Bada keeps her in place.

"You didn't make anyone uncomfortable flower, I promise. We aren't gonna kick you out, or I'm not." Bada says, rubbing her big cheeks to calm her down while wiping the tears. "We wanted to tell you the truth. We've been in love with you for years now, baby. At first, we thought something was wrong until we both talked it out and realized we both had feelings for you. Then, Bada told me that you had said something about poly relationships at one point, and we realized their was nothing wrong with it." Howl states, turning her around to straddle his lap, rubbing her waist as comfort. "W-wait, what? You love me. The both of you, I thought I was imposing with the constant amount of third wheeling, that's why I've been going on more dates." Mika speaks up confused. How could two of the most beautiful people inside and out love her. "Baby, we love spending time with you. If anything, we were trying to build up the courage to tell you. And now you have us." Bada says, hooking her fingers with yours and Howl. "No more dates, we are all you need." Mika smiles, looking off happy. I Thinking she was getting kicked out or just wrong for liking two people, and it worked out. Bada starts to usher both of her partners out of the restaurant to go home, says they could order in, simple wanting to spend time with each other. They faithfully agree and pile into the car, making their way home.

Stepping out of the car, going into the building, Mika notices that neither one of their new partners can keep their hands to themselves. Though Mika all of a sudden feels shy with all the affection. Howl reaches out for her hand in the elevator and pulls her to him, leaving open-mouthed kisses down her neck. While Bada turns around staring at her with a smile that could only be described as pure lust and desire. "You know, I'm starting to believe that our little flower here, knew we were listening to her fuck other people. Torturing us, weren't you?" She listens to what Bada says completely, forgetting she used to invite people over to her place after her dates. But before she could answer, the elevator stops, opening up indicating they have reached their floor. Bada walks out, going to the front door tapping the code in while Howl grabs Mika, throwing her over his shoulder. Yea, she was truly in for it tonight. Opening the door, they immediately walk into their room, Howl throws her down on the bed. Leaving them both standing in front of her. She had never realized how much taller they were than her. Towering over her, making her feel so small, and yet she doesn't feel afraid if anything, she is excited.

"Bada, right baby. You do like torturing us, don't you? Almost every single night, hearing your sweet, beautiful moans for some random shitty guy and girl you could find. You wanted our attention, didn't you, baby?" Mika nods her head as Howl pushes her down on the bed, working on kissing up her legs, reaching straight for her pussy. Staring at it like it's a prize he had finally won. "Giving this pussy up all the time, that shit ends tonight you her me little girl." It wasn't a question, no it was a demand. That he knew she would follow without a second thought. Peeling her panties down, he catches sight of the little bow on the front, motioning it to Bada how she gets on the bed smiling. "I told you she is our little flower." Bada comes behind your gathering you in her arms as Howl finally takes off your underwear. Pushing your legs up yo have you spread out more for him, with Bada holding you still. You hadn't even realized she had taken off her pants, leaving her just in her Calvin Klein thong and the blouse she chose to wear. You whine at the thought, catching both of their attention. "N-naked, please?" Hearing this, they need no further instructions. With Bada pulling off her shirt and bra, you feel her pulling down your dress, sliding it off, leaving you in nothing. Feeling her bare breasts pressed against your back leaves you moaning. Though Howl takes his time, slowly pulling down his pants and shirt, almost giving a strip tease. "Come on, we can't leave our flower waiting. We had to show her what she was missing." Bada moves her lips down to leaving love bites on you neck while playing with you breast.

Howl forgets about his underwear at the moment, leaving you to gawk at his abs. He watches you stare before diving straight in. Sucking and licking your cunt like it's his last meal. "You taste so good, baby." You push his head further in with your thighs, "f-fuck yes." Bada bites your ear while moaning. You trun your head, realizing she was fingering herself. She looks so fucking hot you can stand it. Howl pushes a finger in why his nose is positioned right on your clit, casuing you to scream out. You start to tap Bada motioning her towards you, "P-please sit on my face," and who is she to deny such a request. Positioning herself to hover over your face, she contemplates if this is the best idea, but she stops thinking when Mika pulls her thighs down, closing them around her head. Sucking on her clit her she moves Badas hips to ride her face, while Howl is jerking himself off still eating Mika out. With Mika's nose mumbling against Bada's clit everytime she moves she is so close to her high. "Fuck... baby I'm gonna cum." Bada yells out loud grabbing the headboard, as Howl feels Mika cuming in his mouth. Bada squirts all over Mika's face never had she felt such a high. Howl and Bada make eye contact, now realizing why all those girls that came into Mika's room screaming.

Howl grabs Bada kissing her while she leans in sucking on his lips, wanting a taste of everything Mika has to offer. Mika dares at them with pure love, wanting more. Bada pushes him down, getting on top of him while pushing him inside. While she is used to the stretch, she knows Mika isn't, and they will have to work her into it. So, Howl starts fingering Mika again, pushing in two fingers at a time overstimulating her. "S-shit....wait." but they pay her pleads no mind, and he grabs her thighs, pushing in another finger moving faster than before. Bada, seeing this, starts moving herself up and down. Dancing we coming into affect when they fuck. All you can hear from the room is skin against skin. "Yes...right there....fuck give it me." Bada says while slamming herself down onto Howl shaft over and over again. She feels the band in her stomach slowly start to snap, knowing she had just come before leaving her sensitivity. Howl notices this and moves his feet to stand on the bed and further slam his hips against her own, causing Bada to clench around him, holding onto his chest. "That's fuck baby. Fuck come all over me." That pushes her over the edge. Leaving her crying and coming on command.

Bada and Howl take a moment to themselves while he is still fingering Mika, even though she had come 2 more times. Howl stops while Bada gets off of him until they hear a phone ring. They ignored it for a moment until it hangs up and rings again. Howl reaches over realizing its Mikas phone, about to put it on, do not disturb. Until he sees the caller ID, "So you haven't cut ties with that heaven girl baby," Mika looks up and him wide-eyed, realizing he told her she would meet up later. Before she can speak, Howl flips her over positioning her on all fours. She feels the heavy weight of his shaft pulsing against her throbbing abused clit. He passes her the phone, and she looks at it. He wouldn't want her to answer it at a time like this, would he? But Bada grabs the phone, answering it while placing it against Mika's ear. She hears Heaven speak up, asking about where she is, wanting to answer quickly so she can end the call until Howl starts to push in. "W-wait...fuck...pleasee. Too..big." Howl stares at her perfectly arched for him. "You can take it, baby. I know you can. Good girls take it nice and well. You're my good girl right". Each word is punctured by an inch until he is fully inside.

"So full." Is all Mika can manage out, causing both Bada and Howl to smile at their precious baby. Heaven after a while goes silent on the phone, yet doesn't hang up. Bada quickly speaks up, while putting pressure on Mika's clit. "Our baby is a bit.. occupied at the moment if you couldn't tell. I would say she could call you back later, but she won't. Don't call this phone again." In the process, Howl starts hammering his hips into Mika's, holding her up feeling on the imprint in her stomach. "Would you look at that baby, I'm all the way up here. Can you feel me in your stomach, can't you? Claimed I wouldn't fit, but look at you. It's like your pussy was made to take me. Made just for us." Howls says while pressing down on your stomach. Bada moves to kiss you sucking on your tongue, leaving you just overwhelmed, never experienced anything like this. Completely cock drunk. "Gonna take good care of you flower, always."

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eye candy ♡ willy wonka 2023

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✦✦ 𓏏𓏏 part 2: ms. y/n rosewell, a famous botanist has come back from town after a year. she had returned with special flowers from her trip and famous willy wonka has caught her attention. will they get along? ♡ part 1

a/n: i got lazy for this, so the writing style will be a little different!

The next morning, a jar of chocolate arrived on your porch. It seemed a bit nicer than the chocolate he had given you before, with a more classy appearance and a somewhat larger size. It's Valentine's day, but unfortunately you were closed.

Today was the weekend, and you do not work on weekends. You'd usually sleep in or go grocery shopping on weekends, although they may get boring at times. During working hours, when you had nothing to do, you would normally read or sketch to pass the time.

Your favorite activity, however, was listening to the radio; you enjoyed the music and the issues spoken by others. Unfortunately, your radio had broken down while you were gone. So that's a bummer.

You thought for a moment, why not try something new? You never considered walking around town, it could be fun.

You stood up and dressed more formally. When you were about to leave, you opened the jar of candy and popped one in your mouth. It really tasted good, you loved the bitterness especially.

You locked your shop, dusted your clothes and begun to walk around the town. There were a few changes here and there, but was still the town you remembered. You remembered playing with your sister, while your father would bring home a toy or two every week.

You weren't poor, but you didn't had a lot. You wished you switched places instead of them, because you knew that nothing lasts forever. You wanted to move on, but you couldn't help but think about them.

You walked in the gallery gourmet. You noticed that Slugworth, Ficklegruber and that other guy's shop had disappeared. Could they really have gone? You walked deeper into the place, new candy and chocolate shops were built and in the middle was Willy's store.

Something was telling you that you should go inside. But I don't even like sweets that much. You thought. Never mind, I shouldn't be saying anything. I literally traded over my most expensive flower for chocolate!

Maybe a peek?

You walked forward, it was quite the busy place for sure. You stopped on the front glass, taking a peek inside the store. It looked so beautiful. It looked like the placed you explored in when you were traveling, so wonderful. You made up your mind and decided to enter the store yourself.

Behind you, someone greeted "Welcome to Wonka's Miss! May I help.. Ms. Rosewell?" you recognized the voice behind you and you turned around "Hello, Mr. Wonka." you couldn't help but smile to him.

He smiled back "What brings you here Ms. Rosewell? Are you interested to buy some chocolate?" you shook your head "No, no, no. I just came to look around, this is very beautiful." you complimented him.

"Well, I'm glad you like it! Why won't we find somewhere to sit?"

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He led you in a private room, he took a chair and then offered you to sit down. "Tea?" he offered "Sure." you replied. "I was hoping to see you again, I am quite interested about you from all the stories I heard." you softly smiled "Hm, I guess the town has heard about my deeds from afar.. I'm quite embarrassed."

"How so?" he asked, "I like attention, just not too much." you said, Willy understood "I see, but you deserve praise! You've been to a land full of danger just to retrieve beautiful flowers." you laughed "Well, aren't we the same though? Willy Wonka would climb mountains and swim oceans to make the perfect chocolate."

"You got that right," he proudly beamed. "But have you noticed that I am also a great magician? Watch this." His eyes were filled with a strange mix of mischief and affection. You tilted your head and, in a blink of an eye, he took out a rose with an unusual pattern.

Wait a minute.

"Hey, isn't that mine..??" you reached to his hand, then suddenly it turned to coins. "2 sovereigns right?" you stared speechless but accepted the coins "Silly.. don't steal from me again." Willy's eyes widened "Willy Wonka never steals! In fact, what I just did there is called: buy now, pay later."

"Well, thank you for paying me back Mr. Wonka."

"It's my pleasure."

You hadn't felt this warm in a long time. You couldn't recall laughing with anyone like this before; it seemed unfamiliar. "You put your pride and love into this store, didn't you?" You said, continuing the conversation, "Truly, what could be better than a candy land? Or.. edible change?"

"You can make anything edible at this point."

Willy grinned. "What matters to me the most is that if people are happy. I'm happy, what about you?" you choked on your tea a bit "Me?" you asked.

What did make you happy? Flowers? Traveling? The radio? You thought for a while "I feel happy right now, talking to you like this." you answered his question, "But, don't get the wrong idea.." Willy answered, "Why would I? Thats not bad at all, I enjoy talking with you too."

A blush crept up your face "You mean it?" you asked "Of course, I've never met someone similar to me." you smiled "Maybe so." you never knew talking with a person you just met would make you happy.

"Do you have any hobbies?"

Strangers never asked personal things about you, it was usually how skilled you were.

"Bouquet design, drawing and I suppose singing.."

Almost everyone asked you the same question. How do you create bouquets? Where do you get your flowers from? How can I get money with flowers? And honestly, you thought that people only saw you as a botanist.

"Singing! I love to sing too." Willy said, "Maybe you should give me a performance, imagine this: (name)'s spectacular singing show!"

You would ignore any signs of friendship and love, because you were scared of losing it. But maybe you should give this a chance.

"You're such a dreamer.." you rolled your eyes "Thats my specialty." Willy smiled.

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Yesterday was nice, the two of you spent your time getting to know about each other. It felt really good finding someone to talk with topics you actually enjoyed. And because he made you happy, you felt like you owed him something.

"Welcome to Timmy's Tailors! Can I help you madam?" you entered a tailor shop, you thought that a coat would be good gift. "I want a coat, he's this tall and hm.. maybe red? Im not sure what his size is, I just want it to be a surprise." you explained.

The tailor nodded "Who is it for? Your brother? Your father? A lover?" you shook your head "Just a gift for a friend, do you mind if I picked a size?"

You ended up picking a coat with a (pattern) felt, it perfectly fits you as well. You were a tall woman, just 3 inches away from Willy. If it didn't fit him you could always come back to the tailor and fix it, it was no problem. This was the first gift you gave that wasn't a flower, you realized he was one of your firsts.

A first friend and a first gift.

That warm feeling came into your senses again, you were changing. What is up with you and that chocolate maker? You felt stupid, you've only seen him twice and it felt like you've known him forever. You snapped out of your thoughts, think! You just met this guy for 2 days, you shouldn't get too attached.

You arrived back to your shop, you went upstairs and placed the paper bag on the table. For a moment, your stomach growled. You couldn't cook, at all. In fact you were a very terrible cook, that was one thing you didn't have common with Wonka. So you would usually get pre-heated food or take out.

Unfortunately, you were out of food so you were planning to eat out for dinner and forgot, but hold that first thought.. why did you even go home in the first place?? Aren't you supposed to give this to him??

You covered your face and groaned in frustration, okay so new plan:

You go out and eat for dinner.

Give the coat some other day.

But maybe give the coat after you eat?? No, it would be embarrassing for some reason. Well if you do give the coat, what on earth are you going to say? Thank you for talking to me, heres a coat! Absolutely not, you need to think this through. You went out your store again and double checked to see if you forgot anything.

Okay, everything looks good.

You walked out, locked the door and started to walk to the restaurant. You decided to treat yourself to your favorite place, you missed eating food from this town. Sure, you've eaten one of the finest dishes before when traveling but nothing hits hard like the ones at home.

The restaurant you were looking for was a bit far from your house so you needed to ride a cable car for fifteen minutes to arrive. But you didn't mind, all you wanted was to eat.

You entered the restaurant, the waiters smiled and welcomed you. Thankfully there was one table available. You placed your bag in your left side and took the menu, no way everything got cheaper!

You double checked the menu to see if you were actually not getting crazy. It is definitely real. You couldn't wait so you immediately called the waitress.

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That was so amazing. You felt like you unlocked a core memory in your mind, you felt so happy. It was evening, there were barely people in the streets in this hour. You walked the streets while humming a tune, you could hear your boots syncing with your tunes.

One things for sure, you loved the night. While you traveled, you would often stare into the stars above. They all had their own place fit just for them. You looked up to the sky, you couldn't see any stars tonight. Instead, it looked rather cloudy.

Drip, drip, drip.

Suddenly it started to rain heavily, at this point you didn't even try and look for shelter. It could be worse. No wonder no one was walking in the streets, they probably noticed that rain was going to pour.

You exhaled, the unexpected keeps happening to you. You could hear footsteps approaching behind you, but you didn't look. You could tell this person stopped for a moment, thats when you decided to turn around. Your breath hitched.

"Rosewell?"

You both looked at each other for a brief moment "Hello again." you said.

Willy approached you, tilting his umbrella for a bit so the both of you could share. He smiled "Now what are you doing getting drenched by the rain?" you huffed "Well, in my defense I didn't expect it to rain." you told him. A hint of mischief was written on his face "Really now?"

You sighed "I was spacing out as well, anyways what brings you here?" you asked casually as if you're not drenched in rain "I live near here. Hold on to this, you're soaked." he gave the umbrella handle to you then he let you hit coat and hat.

"Thank you Willy." he was caught off guard for a moment. "You're welcome (name)." he replied.

"Why wont I escort you home?" he suggested "..You see I live quite far from this place. I only came here to watch at my favorite restaurant." Willy laughed, "Is that so?" you frowned "Don't embarrass me please."

"I'm sorry, alright enough talking. Would you like to come over to my place?" he asked.

You nodded "Yes please, I'm going to freeze."

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His home was nice, it writes 'Willy Wonka' everywhere. "Why don't you go take a shower? I'll gladly lend you my clothes." he offered "Will they even fit?" you asked "Oh, I'm sure they would." he reassured you "Shower is upstairs!" he said.

After a long hot shower, you dried yourself up and wore his clothes. He was right it did fit, you sighed in relief because that meant the coat probably fit him. The clothes you wore were very comfortable, probably something he'd only wear when he was at home.

You wouldn't mind wearing masculine or feminine clothes. Either would fit you well anyway, so it doesn't matter. You walked downstairs, you couldn't see Willy anywhere. You figured he was in a different room, so you just looked around his living room.

He walked in the room, holding two glasses of hot chocolate. He placed the glasses on the table and walked towards you "They fit you perfectly!!" he said, he sounded really excited just the sight of you wearing his clothes. "It looks real good on you too." he added.

You smiled at him "You think so?" you said "Well I most certainly do! You look real nice." he reassured, his hands holding your arms "Oh, sorry. I just felt excited to see it fit you perfectly." you sighed "Its fine, can I sit?" you said.

"Oh, right. I got hot chocolate." he said "Nothing is better than Wonka's late night lax hot cocoa." you carefully took the cup out of his hand, the heat stung your fingers a little.

You drank the hot chocolate, Willy watched and waited for reaction. You looked at him "Is something wrong?" you asked "Not at all," he answered "I just wanted to know if you like it." he said.

You hummed "Well, I love it." you said "Glad, I changed it a little for your own liking." he said. Though his tone was calm, his face was full of excitement and you couldn't help but chuckle. "What's with the face?" you asked "I just feel happy. I've never invited anyone in my house before." he said. "Well it's quite lovely." you said.

It was still raining outside, thunder had already to clap. It would be a real hassle to go back home, hopefully your flowers won't get ruined by the rain though, oh no.

"Mind if I stay for the night?" you asked "Of course you can, you don't even need to ask." Willy said "You can sleep in my bed." you squinted "Well, where will you sleep?" you asked, Willy shrugged "Oh, don't you worry. I'll sleep on the desk."

"No, I can sleep in the couch. I'll feel bad." you told me "Its fine (name). It's really no problem for me." you sighed "You're too nice, are you plotting something?" you asked, Willy shook his head "Of course not! Why would I?" you chuckled "I was just kidding."

The two of you talked the whole night, eventually the clock strikes 12 and you were getting sleepy. "I feel sleepy, I think we should head to bed." you suggested "Sounds great." he said standing up "Are you really going to sleep on your table?"

He extended his hand to you "Well I don't see a problem with that. As long as my first guest is comfortable it's fine." you reached out his hand and pulled you up.

His bedroom felt like healing your inner child, it was beautiful. "I love.. your bedroom." you said, amazed by everything around it. From the glowing stars on the ceilings, and the numerous amount of small lights everywhere. "Thank you! I designed it myself." he said.

"I'd definitely enjoy this if I was a kid." you said "My old bedroom was somewhat similar to this." he said "I took inspiration from that." Willy smiled "You can lay down if you want, i'll just be here. See?" Willy extended out a chair, in front of him was a small cute factory. It was reminiscent to the luggage he carried.

You got into the covers getting comfortable "Thank you Willy, I owe you a lot." you smiled, he looked at you "Its no problem. Anything for a friend." he reassured "You're not going to sleep?" you asked him, you still felt guilty for hogging his bed. "Nope, i'll work on this first. Now go to sleep."

Something about his soft voice would always make you feel warm on the inside.

"Good night, please don't stay up too late, Willy."

"You too, (name)."

You woke up, your eyes still felt heavy and your body was still tired. You recalled everything that happened last night, the rain, the hot chocolate and the clothes you wore. You looked at the clock hanging in the wall, it was 7:13 in the morning. You said to yourself. "Well, I slept real late. And it's still early, so I'll just sleep in."

Then, the door opened "Wake up sleepyhead, time to wake up!"

"..." you stayed silent.

You could sense him sitting down on the bed "Is she awake?" he said to himself "No." you responded. Willy decided to play along with you "Is that sleep talking I hear?" he mischievously said "Do people still get hungry when they're asleep?" he asked you "What's for breakfast?" you muttered.

"Croissant, crispy bacon and some chocolate bread." he said. You told him; "Eggs.. with bacon.. and some milk." he hummed "That's quite a delicious dream. Well, when shes ready to get out of bed. Can you tell her I got her some breakfast?" Willy said with a soft voice.

You slightly covered the blanket to your head "She'll come out in a few minutes." you said, you can feel him stand up from the bed "Alright, then tell her to come to the kitchen." he said, closing the door. You immediately sat up, pushing your knees to your chest.

"What's going on with me?"

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You went downstairs and found the kitchen "Good morning, Willy." you greeted him, your voice was still raspy. Willy greeted back, "Good morning (name)! Huh, I thought you'd get up a little late." he said, cracking some eggs.

"I envy you," you told him "Really? How so?" he asked while you softly sighed "Well, you can cook and I cant. I usually just eat pre-made foods or go out in restaurants." you explained.

"I see, then how did you eat when venturing?" he asked, you thought for a while "Hmm, from what I can remember. I packed a lot of foods like berries and such, a shame to say I ate a few flower petals."

You explained further "I have the fear of fire and heat, so maybe thats one of the reasons why I don't want to cook. A restaurant can be pricey sure, but it's delicious."

Willy hummed "Well, why won't I teach you how to cook?" Willy said as he placed the cooked egg on the plate.

You stared at him "You might not want to trust me to cook." you said, averting your gaze away from him. "It'll be fine, I'll be here watching you! You won't be injured in any way, I promise." he said. That smile of his, how could you say no?

You gave in "Fine," you sighed "What would you like me to start on?" he grinned "Let me prepare these first."

After preparing a few things, he told you to come and cook some bacons. "So, I just.. place them there right?" you were holding some tongs and a plate of uncooked bacon.

"Yep, the stove hasn't turned on yet so it's fine." You carefully placed the 5 bacon strips on the stove.

Willy nodded in approval "Now, turn on the stove and use medium heat." you turned the stove "Like that right?" he hummed "Hmm, the fire is too weak." Willy turned it further "There we go, now you need to wait till it sizzles. Then flip it over till its ready." he advised.

10 minutes passed, you managed to cook decent bacons. Although the last one burnt "See, it wasn't that bad!" he smiled while you were frowning "But one of them got burnt." you reminded him.

"Well, it doesn't mean the others are bad." he reassured you "Lets eat! Can you help me with the plates?" he asked "Of course." you replied.

The two of you settled down the table "It's been a while since I cooked some heavy breakfast." Willy said "Oh, me too. I usually eat cereal and start my day." you told him "I'd say the same, I eat a lot of sweets." he said "I can see that." you chuckled. "I feel quite ashamed for you to let me in your house like this. Let alone borrow your stuff."

He tilted his head "Why so? You're a friend of mine, they're meant to help each other." he reassured you, you looked at him with a soft gaze "If thats what you think." you told him "If I were in your shoes, I'd probably escort them home. I wouldn't trust a stranger whom i've meet for a few days." you added.

"Well I trust you." you huffed "Oh don't say such nonsense." you said, looking away from him "Well, didn't you trust me the moment I gave you shade with my umbrella?" he said. You stayed silent "...Eat the bacon." you turned away from him. He tilted his head, afraid he said something for you to act like that.

"Sorry, did I say something?" now you felt bad "No, nothing. Thank you for taking me in, Willy." you reassured him. His smile returned, "Of course." he said.

After breakfast, the two of you talked again. Your clothes weren't dry just yet, so Willy allowed you to have his clothes. You were about to leave his house, but you wanted to bid your goodbyes first. "Willy?" you called out his name, you looked around and saw him sleeping in the couch.

He must've had stayed up all night, you spotted a blanket on the side of the couch and wrapped it around him.

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hi everyone! ive decided to stick with (name) instead of y/n because to me it feels more normal. but anyways, yay!! another chapter, sorry if their relationship is quite rushed here.. im trying to write slowburn haha but i couldn't help it

happy reading!

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paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, based on endgame by taylor swift (you don't understand how much i'm loving this song), cute gf flo

warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 2.2k

note: omg, it's finally here. I'm so sorry it took me sooo long, it just I was super busy. Was this inspire by Ms. Taylor Swift? Yes, yes it was. I really hope you guys like this one. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Love you all so much <3

note 2: guys, I'm currently reading 'Delilah Green doesnt' care' and it's giving me so many ideas for fics. So would any of you be interest in more mum!florence? Please let me know. Xoxo, M

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Your eyes were closed, your head was on her chest listening to her steady heartbeats, a soft smile formed on your lips.

“Promise me this is forever,” you whispered. 

You knew she was awake, she was doing the same thing as you, enjoying the moment, living in the present.

Your eyes found hers already looking at you. 

“I promise,” she said, her smile mirroring yours. 

Her lips found yours as if sealing the promise forever, but nothing ever lasts forever. The kiss that was first sweet and soft and filled with love, turned bitter, harsh and cold. You pulled back confusion written all over your face. 

You blink once then twice, and suddenly you were waking up on your bed, alone. You cursed yourself at the stupid memory. It was so pathetic to still think about Florence that way. You two were history, long forgotten, just a memory of your adolescence. 

You shook your head, trying to wake up your foggy brain from the nap you had taken. And decided to get some work done as a way to clear your head from your silly old fantasies.  

You made yourself a cup of tea, grabbed your notebook and put your headphones on. You only had three more months to finish your second album. The deadline wasn’t much of a concern of yours, what bothered you was the lack of inspiration. Every lyric you would write down was just trash, it was as if you were missing something. So far you had only five finished songs, and you needed ten more to have the album finished. 

You were humming, moving your head to the beat as you let your brain come up with the right words, but it felt as if you were stuck.

“I wanna be your endgame,” you sang to the beat. “I wanna be, I wanna be your… ” you threw your head back in annoyance, frustration getting the best out of you. 

You had been sitting on the floor for the last hour, trying to finish this one song but you were not even close to it. You took a deep breath trying not to lose your shit. Your phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a new notification and that took your whole attention. 

“Y/n Y/l/n and Drew Starkey spotted out for dinner,” you read out loud and couldn’t help rolling your eyes at the link your manager and best friend had sent you.

According to the news, you were dating both Drew Starkey and Joe Keery. You also almost got engaged the week before to Rudy Pankow, but apparently cheated on him with Maya Hawke. You knew better than to actually pay attention to fake news, but you couldn’t help to. After all that was now your life, the life of a startpop in the making, so much for a boring Oxford kid. 

Your reputation precedes you, in rumours you were knee-deep. But there was nothing you could do about it. Exhausted from your social life and the poor lack of motivation to do the one thing you loved the most, you decided to go out on a walk, hoping it would help to clear your thoughts about both the fake news and Florence, who you tried to ignore from thinking of. But ever since that dream you found yourself thinking about her more often. 

You knew she was as famous as you were, maybe even more. You had to admit to yourself that some nights you found some kind of comfort in her movies, watching her cute pouty face, the one she was most known for. 

She was your first love, she taught you how to love, what it was to be loved. Of course it wasn’t easy to forget about her, even after all these years, some part of you still craved her love. It wasn’t that you didn’t love each other when you both decided to go separate ways, it was because things weren’t so simple anymore. You two weren’t just two teenargs in love, you were slowly becoming adults. She had booked roles and you were making your way into the music industry. 

And without the two of you knowing you two just drifted apart, the two of you too caught up in your careers. But you loved her, so you decided to let her go, hoping and praying to the universe that maybe she would come back to you one day. 

Your thoughts were interrupted as you opened the door to your local cafe and someone bumped into you. 

“Sorry, I wasn’t… “ but you stopped cold once you saw the strangers eyes. 

“Y/n?” she asked, her voice as soft and raspy as you remembered. “What are you doing here?” a smile formed on her face, as if she was genuinely happy to see you. 

You shook your head trying to clear out your mind, was Florence really in front of you? “I, um, I lived here,” you blinked once, twice and she was still there. “Just around the corner,” you added, cursing yourself for being so awkward. “What are you doing here?” 

Was this a sign of the universe? Have your prayers been answered? 

“Visiting my family,” right her family, you thought. “Well, not just that, I’m also working,” she scratched the back of her neck. “I was actually hoping to see you, too.”

“Really?” that had to mean something, the universe couldn't be messing around with you this cruelly. Right?

“Yeah, I have, um… I have been thinking about you.” she smiled at you and you felt the butterflies in your stomach. “I think we should talk.”

“I, um,” what were you supposed to say? Were you willingly going to agree to spend time with the love of your life as if the two of you were going to be just friends? What was that supposed to mean?

“Yeah, sure. When are you free?” you finally agree.

You mentally checked your schedule, you were supposed to finish your songs but taking a break wouldn’t hurt anybody. Plus, you were going to get your coffee and get back to it right away. 

“Um, what about now?” 

Shit, you thought. She wasn’t going to give you any time to prepare yourself. Well, you better get into it, rip it off like a band aid. 

“Okay, I was going to get a coffee and then we can…”

“Yeah, yeah, take your time. I’m going to find us a table.”

You order your coffee while mentally preparing for the conversation the two of you were going to have. What was she on about? Was it really a big coincidence? Did the universe put her in our path for some reason? You shook your head, you needed to stop thinking about the universe’s way of working for a second.

They handed you your coffee and now you had no more excuses to avoid her, not that you wanted to. Some part of you long to be near her, but you were scared of what this whole thing was about. 

“So, um, what’s up with Drew?” she tried to pretend she didn’t care but was actually dying to know if you were actually dating him, not that you noticed it.

“Who?”

“Drew? Starkey?”

“Oh, yeah, Drew,” you chuckled, silly you for forgetting your own friend. “He’s just a friend, a really good friend,” was it your imagination or did she just let out a breath of relief. “What about Ashley?” you asked before taking a sip of your coffee. 

She smiled at you, “She’s also a really good friend.”

“So, um…”

“Listen, Y/n…”

The both of you chuckled. 

“You go first, Flo”

That nickname. It was stupid because everyone who knew her would call her ‘Flo’, but coming out of your lips felt different. She had missed hearing her name on your lips, she had missed you. 

“I’m just going to say it, okay?” you only nodded. “I lied earlier, I’m not here for work or visiting my family. I came here to find you,” your lips parted in disbelief. “Ever since we broke things apart, I had been feeling like something was missing, Y/n. And I recently realised it was you. Well, I saw the article about you getting married and all I could think of was that something wasn’t right.”

“Florence I…”

“No, please let me finish,” she cut you off. “I understand that  we are strangers to each other, but I would love to get to know you once again. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, it can be like a fresh start. I just really need you in my life, Y/n. I miss my best friend.”

You took another sip of your coffee, stealing time before giving her an answer. The truth was you already knew what you wanted, you knew it the moment you sat at the table, but you wanted to mess with her just a little bit. 

You put your cup down, and finally your eyes found hers, “I would like nothing more.”

[...]

Ever since that day, Florence and you had been spending everyday together. Catching up with each other and going back to old habits. 

The more you hang out with her, the more you could feel your old feeling coming back. But you didn’t want to rush things just to ruin them again. But one particular afternoon you couldn't hold back anymore and decided to do something about it. 

She had fallen asleep 30 minutes ago, you chuckled as you realised her current state because she had picked out the movie but turns out she was more tired than what she let you see. 

You headed to your small studio and decided to get back to the song you were working on before running into Florence. You  knew exactly what you wanted to say, having found your new inspiration a few weeks ago. 

You pressed play and the music started playing, you already had a few things written down in your notebook you just needed to put all your ideas together. 

You were so lost and immersed in finishing the song, going at it back and forth, changing some lyrics, singing some ideas, writing and crossing out some bits, that you didn’t realise someone was watching you just when you were about to finish. 

You had already recorded the whole song and were just checking it out when Florence leaned in the frame door. 

Florence smiled as she listened to your sweet voice. She wondered who this song was about. 

Knew her when I was young, reconnected when we were little bit older

Both sprung, I got issues and chips on both of my shoulders

She didn’t want to get her hopes up.

Reputation precedes me, in rumors, I'm knee-deep

The truth is, it’s easier to ignore it, believe me

She felt her heart shrinking in her chest.

Even when we'd argue, we'd not do it for long

And you understand the good and bad end up in the song

She listened closely to the song as you hummed to it.

For all your beautiful traits and the way you do it with ease

For all my flaws, paranoia, and insecurities

Her heartbeat and body temperature were rising.

I've made mistakes and made some choices, that's hard to deny

After the storm, something was born on the 4th of July

I've passed days without fun, this end game is the one

With four words on the tip of my tongue, I'll never say it

She couldn't take it any longer. 

“I like it,” she said, getting closer to where you were sitting. “It’s catchy,” she said, trying to shake her feeling away. That song could be about anyone.

“I feel like something’s missing,” you scrunch your nose.

“Sing the corus to me, please,” she looked at you with her doe eyes and you swear you could have melted in that moment. 

You shook your head with a smile on your face and compiled, “I wanna be your endgame, endgame,” you finished singing the chorus. “And then it goes. Big reputation, big reputation. Ooh, you and me, we got big reputations, ah,” you sang, trying to not look at Florence. 

“You know, it sounds awfully familiar,” she teased, wanting nothing more than for it to be true. 

“And you heard about me, ooh. I got some big enemies,” you kept on going.

“What are you trying to say, Y/n?” she kept on pushing you. 

“Big reputation, big reputation. Ooh, you and me would be a big conversation, ah. And I heard about you, ooh. You like the bad ones, too,” you finished, trying to tell her that you were thinking exactly what she was thinking. 

She was so close to you now, her knees brushing against yours, sending electricity throughout your body. You could feel her hot breath on your lips. 

“I want to…” she didn’t finish her sentence because you were already nodding and she smashed her lips to yours in a second. 

You felt as if a wave of cold water was washing over you. Her lips felt both familiar and new at the same time. You felt at home as she wrapped her arm around your waist and her other hand cupped your cheek. You didn’t want to ever stop kissing her, but both you and her needed to breathe so ultimately pulled apart. 

She rested her forehead on yours, both of her hands cupping your cheeks, caressing your skin with her fingertips. 

“I wanna be your endgame,” you quietly sang to her. 

She chuckled before kissing you again and again and again. 

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! &lt;3

-M

[yutahoes]

Caramel

(Part Five)

characters: stripper! Yuta x female! wealthy! Y/N genre: chaptered, smut, fluff, ANGST word count: 3.4k words summary: Y/N has everything in her bitter life, not until she meets a sweet-looking stripper. A heavy warning because the last part of this chapter is very dark. warnings: matured theme, stripper au!, third person POV, alcohol consumption, mention of physical assault and robbery, physical injuries, a little jealousy, trauma, domestic abuse, physical abuse, mental abuse, emotional abuse, self-harm, thoughts of self-exiting taglist: @cherrymotodude @tenjyucat @justsomekpopstuff

Part Four

'Hi Yuta, it’s Y/N. Do you want to have a drink?’ The girl started profusely deleting the message. That sounds so straightforward. Should he greet him first? Ask what he was doing. Y/N shook her head, she shouldn’t be too obsessed with it. 

‘Hi Yuta, it’s Y/N. How are you?’ 

‘Do you want a drink?’ 

‘Let’s go back to that pub with amazing grilled squid.’ 

‘Message me if you can.’ 

Maybe he’s busy. Maybe the number was incorrect. Why does she sound so desperate? But it’s too late to take back the sent messages. 

It’s already Friday. The work week had been hell and she just wanted to get some drinks. Y/N checked her phone. No new message. Maybe Yuta doesn’t want to drink tonight. Jungwoo isn’t here either. 

She’ll just call a driver when she gets too drunk. 

Y/N was driving her car, looking for great drinking spots in town. She wanted to go somewhere safe. Somewhere near her place. 

Yet she found herself in front of the bright club with a huge marquee that reads Neo. 

The first time she came to this place, she was very nervous to look for Yuta Nakamoto. Her confidence relied heavily on the folded piece of paper in her hand. But now, all she has is the want to drink and see Yuta. Maybe this way she can ask him for his correct number. 

The club isn’t as lively as the first time she came here. Y/N took the first high chair and the bartender was quick to assist her. She ordered a cocktail, starting with a light alcoholic drink. Now that she’s glancing around, there’s a stark difference between now and the first time she came here. Is the club closing? Why are there fewer people compared to before? Is it because it’s still early evening? “Hi,” another bartender called and she remembered him as the uniformed man from when she first came here. Finally, a familiar face. “You’re Yuta hyung's client, right?” 

Y/N nodded before thanking the other bartender for her drink. “Is he here?” 

The guy in front of her shook his head, “The manager gave him a break. Hyung was robbed on the way home some nights ago.” 

Robbed? Her eyes widened in surprise. “Oh my God, is he alright?” 

“Just a bruised eye and a cut lip.” She exhaled in relief. “His money and phone got stolen.” Now, she felt guilty. Y/N thought that he didn’t want to hang out with her, but it turned out that something bad had happened. But a bruised eye and a cut lip? It’s physical assault. He should have gone to the cops. He should have gone to the hospital. “Don’t worry. Hyung is fine.” The bartender claimed with a smile, “He wanted to come to work today but we had to tell him to give it a rest.” 

She nodded, that is relieving to know. “Do you think he’ll be here tomorrow?” He nodded. “Then I’ll just come back tomorrow.” Y/N finished her drink, leaving a payment, a tip to the other bartender, and then some cash for the bartender in front of her. “Thank you,” She squinted her eyes to read what was written on his nametag, “Ten.”

“You’re welcome, Ms.” She supplied her name before he continued, “Ms. Y/N.” Ten smiled warmly, “Yuta will be ecstatic to see you tomorrow.”  

Y/N found that statement questionable. Why would Ten say something like that? But she decided not to think about it further and focus on the work at hand. It is the weekend but she’s seated on her office chair, finishing some tasks that she left yesterday. It just bothers her that she has some unfinished tasks from the workweek. She can go back on Monday but she can work today, besides she doesn’t have anything to do at her place. 

There was a light knock on the door that made her wonder. Her secretaries aren’t here today and there’s no office. Who could it be? To her surprise, the president walked into her office which made her stand up. “I knew it was you.” He gestured for her to sit down which she automatically followed, “It’s the weekend, what are you doing here?” 

“I finished some paperwork, president.” 

“That can wait.” He then sat on the couch, eyeing her office room. It feels weird to have the head of the company inside her office, it feels weird to have him sitting casually on her couch. “It’s the weekend, you should have gone out with your friends.” 

But Y/N shook her head. That was what she hated the most. “I kinda like staying here in the office alone.” 

“Am I disturbing you? I’m sorry.” He quickly stood up but Y/N shook her head. That’s not what she meant. “I’m scared you’re pushing yourself too hard for this company, Y/N.” The statement caught her off guard. What does he mean by that? “I wished you could be like the other girls your age, Y/N, having fun and dating around.” 

It was a typical thing for her mom to say although she hated those words coming out from her. It felt as if she didn't know her own daughter, her own flesh and blood. But hearing those words coming from the president of the company, made her heartbroken. Is this his way of saying that she should be like the other girls who couldn’t care less for their own family company? Is she doing too much for a company that would never be hers to begin with? 

“You should come home tonight. Junyoung is lonely without Jungwoo,” She nodded. “And I’ll cook your favorite food, Cioppino.” The girl smiled, he remembered. “Go home early, Y/N. That is the president’s order.” 

“I will, president.” She answered then continued in a soft voice, “Thank you, Dad.” He smiled warmly before leaving the room. 

Their father kind of resembled Doyoung a bit but he has the same cheerfulness as Jungwoo. In the company, he’s always the serious guy. Understandable because he had to keep the company under his watch. At home, he is very warm. He laughs a lot at Jungwoo’s jokes and even coos at Junyoung’s cuteness. Whenever he had a chance to watch Doyoung’s musicals, he would tear up a bit which shows his overly emotional side. He is a nice father, an amazing father. 

Although it took her a few years to get to know him, Y/N was just grateful that he took her in as a real daughter. He was very patient with her, giving her time before actually having a full conversation with her. And when he found out that she liked seafood meals, he studied with a private chef on how to make a seafood stew. A Cioppino, from Italy. 

He wasn’t the best cook and it isn’t the tastiest dish either. But it was the first time someone had cooked for Y/N so she loved the dish even if the whole family hated it. 

She has to go home tonight and eat the dish her stepdad cooked for her. 

But before that, she needed to pass by Neo.

The feeling was like the first time. She had been here thrice but why is she nervous now? Is Yuta even here to begin with? Right now, her confidence heavily relied on the handle of the paper bag. Ten saw her entering first and she greeted him, asking for a non-alcoholic drink. “Is he here?” The bartender nodded before asking one of the waiters to call for Yuta. 

She thanked him for the pink liquid he placed in front of her before Yuta greeted her, sitting beside her on the high chair. “What are you doing here?” He asked, making her turn to him. The side of his right eye had a faint black mark and there was a cut on his lip. It must have hurt a lot. 

“Ten told me what happened,” Yuta lightly glanced at the bartender who was obviously listening to their conversation. “It looks bad. Are you alright?” 

Yuta nodded, smiling. “It gives off a bad boy vibe.” She giggled at that. “Were you worried?” 

Of course, she is. What nonsense is that question? “I’m worried they might have ruined your handsome face. I realize I shouldn’t have. The bad boy vibe made you more charming.” She then held a strand of his hair, “And dark hair suits you better.” 

“I’m glad you like it.” 

Y/N slightly smiled. She had never felt this awkward around Yuta before. Why is she suddenly like this? “Oh,” she exclaimed, handing him the paper bag. “Ten said your phone got stolen, so here.” 

The guy was startled at the box with a brand-new phone inside. He knew this specific model, it wasn’t out in the market yet. But why would she give him a phone? “What’s with the phone?” 

“Phones are important nowadays. You needed it to call someone.” She explained casually, drinking her juice. “And I feel bad for thinking that you might not like to hang out when something terrible has happened to you.” 

“I don’t know how to pay you for this phone.” 

Y/N shook her head, “It’s fine. Think of it as a gift.” 

“That makes it worse. I cannot accept such an expensive gift.” Y/N raised an eyebrow, asking if it wasn’t normal since their clients were usually rich women. “For a dancer, no. For a sugar baby, probably.” 

A sugar baby? She thought only females could be sugar babies. Can males do that as well? But then, she shrugged. She’s not in the position to know. “Just take it, Yuta. You’ll need it.” She claimed, finishing her drink. “Besides, I cannot return it to Chairman Zhang after asking it from him.” 

Yuta’s ears perked up. Chairman Zhang? The owner of the telecommunications company? This girl had some serious connections. “Then I’ll pay for your drink.” Ten glared at him which made the two laugh, “Or you can watch me perform tonight.” 

The girl took out her wallet, shaking her head. “I would love to but I have to head home for dinner.” She placed some bills on the table for the bartebder then stared at Yuta, “Next time?” He nodded. The girl had to take out a business card and then handed it to the guy, “Just message me.” She bid farewell and Yuta just casually nodded. She faced Ten's side, telling him that he worked hard before leaving the club. 

“You two are already close,” Yuta noted as the younger guy laughed. 

“Not as close as the two of you,” Ten claimed before smiling at him knowingly. “No one is taking her away from you but you have to make your move, Yuta hyung.” 

The older one shook his head. What is he talking about? A move to what? Ten is just plain weird. 

A sigh escaped his lips as he glanced at the phone and business card at hand. Why is she shaking him up like this? It’s weird. 

—-

“This tastes weird,” Junyoung claimed, making funny faces as he sipped the soup. “Why do you love cooking this, Dad?” Y/N chuckled. He is so young. 

Doyoung shook his head, sipping his soup. “Just be thankful that you have food on your table, Jun.” And the eldest son is so stern. 

The oldest man on the table chuckled. “Sorry, I’m not that good at cooking. You can ask the cook for another meal if you really don't want it.” 

“I’ll take your plate, Junyoung,” Y/N claimed, reaching for the youngest’s plate. Doyoung lightly glanced at her while their dad shot her a grateful look. “It tastes great. Don’t you like seafood?” 

Junyoung shook his head, thanking the maid for a new plate with a beef meal. “But you like the beach. Weird kid.” Doyoung claimed, making the younger glare at him. Y/N only laughed as the kid whispered that he misses Jungwoo now. Their dad only laughed at the antics of his two sons. 

These small moments made the family very warm. Y/N wondered if both Doyoung and Jungwoo grew up in this warm atmosphere. Is their mom quiet or as outgoing as their dad? They must have grown up well. She then wondered if her youngest brother would grow up as half as amazing as they are. She hoped he would.

Junyoung was lying on his bed, arm and leg both sprawled on top of her for a tight hug. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he whispered in a hushed tone that made Y/N smile. “I wish you would just live here like Doyoung hyung.” 

“Doyoung’s work is close here, mine isn’t.” 

“But Dad also goes to the same company and he lives here, why can’t you?” Y/N breathed heavily. Because I can’t live here, Junyoung. “This is a secret but I like you better than Doyoung or Jungwoo hyung.”   

The girl gave him a small smile before hugging him tight. “Then how about we go on a date on Saturday?” Junyoung reasoned out that he has a piano class in the morning and she nodded, “Then I’ll pick you up from your class then we can do whatever you want.”  

“Whatever I want?” His eyes were round, doe-like, as he stared at her. Why is her brother so adorable? “You promise that?” Y/N nodded giddily. The young boy put his pinky out, “Swear on it.” 

She wondered how many promises she hadn’t fulfilled for this child to doubt her. But whatever it is, she laced her pinky on his then kissed him on his chubby cheek. “Noona promises.” 

Junyoung was so warm. She could easily get used to this because the weather is getting chillier as the night deepens. She didn’t even know if she had taken a short nap beside her brother but when she opened her eyes, it was very cold and very dark. There was a sound of pitter-patter by the windowsills. It’s raining. Seeing as the younger was snoring quietly, she fixed the blanket to cover him and then kissed his forehead. 

She’s glad Junyoung can sleep soundly amidst the rainy night. 

Y/N was about to go to her room to rest when she saw the light of the study room was still open. It’s late. It’s almost midnight. Who is still up at this hour? She lightly knocked on the slightly ajar door before pushing it to open widely, Doyoung looking at her in surprise. “Did I catch you in a bad moment?” The guy shook his head, smiling in his gummy smile when he realized what she meant. “It’s late.” 

He gestured to her to come in, “I’m having trouble with this Excel file.” She lightly glanced at the computer screen before nodding, he has a wrong formula. “Could you please help me?” Doyoung stood up to let her take the chair. While Y/N revised the file, she explained what to do to Doyoung. This is related to the company, is he really focusing on taking over? “To be honest, I have no idea what you are saying. But you’re very good at this.” 

The girl giggled, “I am a Business graduate, Doyoung. I should at least know this.” She teased as she put some finishing touches on the Excel file she was working on. 

“Why are you still up anyway?” He then stopped, putting a hand on his hip while staring at the girl working on the computer. “You still can’t sleep because of thunderstorms?” The girl stopped her typing at what he said. How did Doyoung know about that? “I’m sorry, Jungwoo told me. How can you cope with that when you’re alone in your apartment?” 

“I blast the music so I won’t have to hear the thunder.” 

Doyoung just nodded as Y/N showed him the revised file, even explaining what he should do. “You’re a lifesaver, Y/N.” He claimed which made her shyly smile, shaking her head. The guy handed her the headphones that were hanging on his neck, “Use this.” She looked confused, “So you won’t have to hear the thunder tonight.” 

She had always thought the oldest Kim was as cold as ice, the hard-to-crack eldest child of a very wealthy family. But interacting with Doyoung lately had made her realize that it wasn’t the case. He’s very warm and very caring, like a real older brother. He didn’t choose to be the eldest yet he’s doing everything he can. It was admirable. 

“I hope you have a nice sleep tonight, you need it.” He continued and she nodded, standing up to leave him with his work. “Y/N, if you need anything don’t hesitate to tell me, hmm?” It was surprising that Doyoung finally reached out to her like this. “Jungwoo and Junyoung aren’t your only brothers.”  

The girl smiled. “I will,” she whispered, “Thank you, Doyoung.” 

She closed the door behind her seeing someone ascending the stairs. “You’re home, mom.” Y/N greeted, walking briskly to where she was. “Have you eaten? I can ask the aunties to…” A sharp, stinging pain was quickly felt on her cheek and she glanced at the door of the study room if it was closed. She hoped Doyoung didn’t hear anything. 

“You ghosted him?” The younger had to look at her mom. A slap just for that? “I pulled all the strings just to give you a chance to meet him and you never even messaged him back?”    

“I’m sorry,” Y/N whispered, a phrase she had been used to saying to her all this time. “I have been busy with the company.” 

She only felt her hair getting pulled as she was face-to-face with her mom. “I brought you to this family so you could have a chance to marry a rich guy, you ungrateful brat,” Y/N whispered an apology before she was pushed to the ground. “This will be the last time. If you don’t get married to the guy I’m going to introduce, you’re better off with your father.” 

The girl waited until the older could get to her room before standing up from the floor. She was thankful that Doyoung didn’t hear anything and that this house was huge enough to be soundproof. She closed the door of her room behind her, darkness engulfing her. Thunder can be heard as she crouched down, putting both hands to cover her ears. 

The sounds were too loud: the roaring thunder, the aggressive raindrops along the window sills, and the voices in her head. 

Just like that night. 

‘She’s a monster! We should just get rid of her.’ 

‘I wouldn’t let you put my daughter in a foster home.’ 

‘She’s better off dead.’ 

‘Yes, you are better off dead.’ A tiny voice echoed in her mind. 

‘You’re a monster, Y/N.’ 

‘You’re better off with your father.’

‘No one wants you here.’ 

She briskly walked to her bedside table and then opened the drawer to reveal a box cutter inside. Y/N gently pushed the protruding part revealing the shiny, silver, metallic blade. Lightly, she grazed it to her skin which earned a small scratch on her wrist. One swift movement and she can end everything. 

She’s better off dead anyway. 

A heavy breath escaped her lips, closed her eyes, and was about to swipe the cutter on her arm when a small light could be seen in the middle of her bed. From her position, she could see the pop-up notification on her phone revealing a message. 

‘Hi Y/N, it’s Yuta Nakamoto.’ 

‘Maybe you’re already sleeping but I only got a quick break so I messaged you.’ 

‘Thank you for the phone.’

‘Do you want to have breakfast tomorrow?’ 

‘If it’s alright with you.’ 

‘My treat.’ 

‘Message me.’

‘I’ll try to wait for your message until tomorrow.’ 

‘Goodnight.’

The stinging tears from her eyes fell on their own. Tomorrow, she repeatedly reads. Beside the phone were the headphones she casually threw on the bed, her brother’s headphones. Doyoung wished that she wouldn’t hear the thunder tonight with the headphones. She promised Junyoung that they’d go on a date next week. Jungwoo promised her new shoes from Paris. Yuta wants to treat her for breakfast tomorrow. 

She needed to live until then, right? 

The boxcutter was placed on the bedside table as she lay down on her bed, tears rolling down the sides of her face. Y/N wore Doyoung’s headphones, putting them on maximum volume to stop the sound of the thunder. She took her phone and then started typing a message. 

She just needs to live until then. 

Part Six

[maniacjohnny]

Happy Valentines Day!

[strniohoeee]

Racketeer Pt.4

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N and Chris are having a party for Nick and Matt, but what happens when two weird people test them…..

Warnings⚠️: Chris with a pewpew….uhhhh that’s about it. Sadly I think this is my last ‘Racketeer’ imagine….such a bitter sweet ending because I love this. I meannnn unless I randomly come up with a good idea but Idk🥹

Song for the imagine: Suburban, pt. 2- 22Gz

@flowerxbunnie @lustfulslxt

Back from the Ms and the case closed

Blood on my kicks, that's from stomping his face off

Chop off a limb with a chainsaw

Tonight Chris and I were getting ready for a party, no shocker there, but it was for Matt and Nick. He wanted to throw a party for them because he hadn’t seen them in a while since they live in LA most of the time now.

Chris had rented out a club for them, inviting our friends and the friends the three of them shared. I was actually super excited for this party because I missed Nick and Matt. They were a breath of fresh air from Chris' lifestyle, and I needed it.

I was also excited because this meant that we didn’t have to worry about any weird guys starting problems. I was so excited to just party and hang out with them without having to worry.

Chris was dressed in all black with his Timbs and a black fitted hat….this is all this motherfucker wore. He looked good as hell though, so I’ll shut up.

I decided on wearing an all black outfit too. I wore black wide leg baggy boyfriend jeans with a fitted black crop top, and my white air forces. I didn’t really care to dress up since it was a private club party with friends and his brothers.

I walked out to the living room to see Chris tucking his pistol into his waistband, I rolled my eyes at this

“Really….” i said looking at him

“Babe I have to, how many times have we gone out now, and trouble always finds us?” He said

“Whatever” I said giving up

I was just so fucking tired of this back and forth my life felt exhausting at this point. Constantly living in fear and worried Chris is going to actually hurt someone and be in prison

“I just get scared that you’ll get in trouble, and taken away from me” I said walking over to him

“I know baby, I don’t like this either, but it’s the consequences of my actions” he said pulling me in for a hug

“Chris I don’t know how much longer I can keep running in this circle” I said sighing

“Me neither okay, and I promise you I will get out of this” he said kissing me

“You always say that, but it never happens” I said

“I know I haven’t been true to my word, but I promise okay. I will get you out of this” he said looking at me

“I want to be in a different state in a house” I said smiling at him

“Whatever you want, I’ll get you a nice car a big dog and gifts” he said smiling at me

“I like that idea” I said kissing him

We had headed out, and headed downtown to the club where Chris was having the party. We got there and finished helping set up, dimming the lights and getting the music started

Chris hired bottle girls for this party, and I didn’t mind, but one girl kept looking at Chris like she could devour him. I was a little upset, but I kept my eye on her

About an hour later everybody showed up with Nick and Matt being the last ones in…not a shocked they were always late

“NICKKKKK, MATTTTT” I yelled running over to them and giving them big hugs

“I’ve missed you guys so much” I said to them pulling away

“We’ve missed you too it’s been too long” Nick said

“It has! Follow me Chris is at our table” I said to them over the loud music

They followed me over to Chris and I’s designated area. Couches with a table

“Yoooo” Chris said getting up and hugging his brothers

“I fucking missed ya” he said

“We missed you too kid” Matt said

“Come take a seat” Chris said waving them over

They took a seat, and slowly they started chatting with us and their hometown friends. We were having a good time especially me

We were a few drinks in dancing here and there, eating, and just vibing. The four of us catching up since it’s been months since we’ve seen each other

I was sitting next to Chris bobbing to the music as him and his brothers were chatting when all of a sudden that weird bottle girl came over

“More drinks?” She asked looking at Chris

“I’m good, how about you babe?” He said looking over at me

“Yeah I’ll have a Malibu Coke” I said looking at her

“Sure” she said emotionless and walked away

“She’s weird as fuck” I said

“How come?” Chris asked

“She’s looking at you like she wants you” I said

“Ouuuu jealous” he said laughing

“Mmm not jealous just annoyed” I said

She came back with my drink placing it in front of me

“Thank you” I said smiling at her, and she had no reaction

“Are you sure I can’t get you anything” she said touching his arm

“He’s good” I said to her

“Oh I was talking to him” she said looking at me

“Yeah and I’m talking to you, he’s good” I said pushing her hand off of him

“Who are you?” She said looking at me

“His girlfriend” I said looking back at her

“Mmmm right” she said giving me a weird look

“I’d watch the way you speak to me, I’m paying your bills” I said smiling at her

“Whatever” she said scoffing and walking away

“Ouuu I thought a drink was going to get thrown” Nick said looking at me

“Like I’m clearly sitting with him, and I came here with him…back off” I said taking a sip of my drink

“UGH” I said looking at my cup

“This bitch” I said

“What happened” Matt asked

“She gave me straight up Malibu” I said rolling my eyes

“I’ll fix it” Chris said reaching his hand up to take my cup

“No baby I got this” I said standing up

“Play nice” he said looking at me

“Always” I said before walking away

I went up to the bar looking for the girl, and when I spotted her she was whispering to a security guard looking over at Chris….weird. I left my cup and walked back over to our area

“Somethings not right” I said sitting down

“What’s up?” Chris said

“She’s talking to that security while looking over here. I don’t trust her” I said

“She could be warning them about you” Matt said laughing

“Nah…that security is new” I said

“Really?” Chris said looking over

“I’ve never seen him before” I said looking over at him

“Alright we stay together the whole night, and if something happens I got ya” Chris said referring to his gun

After a few more hours everyone started clearing out, and we stood in our area. They turned the lights back on and shut the music off so the crew could clean

The bottle girl came walking over to our area

“Can I clean this for you guys?” She asked sweetly

I just looked at her and Chris answered her

She was putting the drinks on a tray, and when she grabbed my old drink she “accidentally” knocked it all over me

“What the fuck bitch” I said standing up

“Oh my bad it was an accident” she said

“No it wasn’t. I don’t know what the fuck your issue is with me, but he’s my man. Back the fuck off” I said sizing her up

She looked at me and then dropped the tray all the drinks splashing all over us

I picked up two drinks and threw them in her face

“How’s that for an accident bitch” I said throwing the empty cups at her too

Chris immediately got up trying to separate us

“Alright let’s calm down” he said putting his hands out to separate us

“Now clean this up bitch” I said to her

Suddenly that security guard come over to us

“What’s going on” he said

“This girl is acting like a child” I said trying to dry myself off

He pulled the girl behind him, and suddenly pulled a gun out facing it at Chris

“We told you not to fuck with Drew’s crew because we’d always have a target on you” he said

“Yo put the gun down” Nick said standing up

“I’ll put a bullet in all yalls head” he said waving the gun around

“What do you want” Chris asked nonchalantly

“You and me only outside” he said

“Alright” Chris said

“Chris no” I said pulling him

He turned looking at me, and then with his eyes only looking down towards his waistband widening his eyes to tell me to take the gun

“It’s alright baby we’re just going to talk” he said widening his eyes again

I discreetly took the gun from his waistband and he immediately turned around punching the guy in the face causing him to fall back

“Grab her” I said to Matt

He grabbed the girl holding her

Chris and the guy started scuffling, knocking the drinks around as they landed on the table. The guy overpowered Chris and was now on top of him

“Get off of him” I said cocking the gun

“Shut up bitch” he said

“I’ll fucking paint the table with your brains” I said back

He kept scuffling with Chris and the girl was trying to run, so Nick also grabbed her

“And you’ll be next” I said pointing the gun at the girl

She spat in my direction

I took the butt of the gun and smashed it against the guys head he immediately fell over in a dazed state

“Keep telling Drew to send his people because I got mine and I’ll fucking kill all of you” Chris said to the guy

“You’re gonna get got soon” he said in a fuzzy state

“Ya fucking wish” Chris said stomping on the guys shoulder with his Timbs

“And for your bitch ass” Chris said pointing over at the girl

“What are you gonna do hit me” she said laughing

I walked over to her and lifted my arm off cracking her in the jaw with the butt of the gun

“No he won’t, but I will” I said as she fell limp to the ground

“Come on” Chris said to us

We followed him, and he grabbed his regular security guard

“Clean this up, get them out and I’ll be talking with ya about who you bring to my events without telling me” he said to the guy

“Yes” he responded and nodded at Chris

We all walked back to Chris car having Matt drive as Chris was pretty banged up

“Chris we have to get you cleaned up you’re all fucked up” I said examining his face

“Thank you for having my back” he said looking at me

“I told you I always will, when I saw that guy overpowering you I just wanted to kill him” I said wiping some blood with a tissue

“Baby that’s how I feel everytime someone tries you, I don’t want this lifestyle and I didnt want to bring you into it, and I’m sorry for that. Back in high school I watched my best friends girl get killed the one night he didn’t have his gun on him, and that shit sticks with me. I will always have my gun on me because I could never live through something like that again especially if it’s you” he said looking at me

“I never knew that. I’m sorry baby” I said kissing him

“It’s not something I wanted to burden with you, but this is why I always stay strapped. They started coming after Nick and Matt, and that’s why they left. But I couldn’t send you away because I couldn’t protect you if I did” He said

“I’m thankful for you Chris, always” I said to him

“I’m done with this life, I want you and only you. I want us to be happy and living peacefully. Come to LA with me” he said

“Yes baby. I’ll come with you” I said kissing him

Matt had driven us home and they stood with us that night helping me clean up Chris. We started making our plans to fly back with Nick and Matt, and leave this life behind.

The End

So sad that this is probably the last Racketeer imagine I’ll write😭😭 but i hope you enjoyed love yallllll🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[thoundcarriers]

 tis a very old au of mine about sniper who's lived all his 27 years in New Zealand and never got to be a mercenary. read more insanity under the cut lolol

in this universe, his biological father got inside the capsule instead of little Mun-dee. an hour later, he crashed somewhere in Australia and died. on the next day, some old married couple found his body and buried him on the lonely hill. Mundy and his mother never got to know what happened to him, and the latter did not give a single shit about it.

raised with the weird feeling of being lost and bitter taste of hatred of his mother towards the man who left them in an underwater cage, Mick tries his best to recover the schemes of his biological father, hoping for the opportunity of escaping, too. years later, he finds nothing and gives up. nor that he had any skills for engineering, too.

on the day of his 27th birthday, an unknown ship hovers above the glass dome of the city, and a female voice on the communication lines politely demands him to climb into the cabin this instant.

spy and pauling are happy beyond themselves - they finally found him. the sniper, even though he's clearly not remembering his past self. but they hope that he comes back to his original self eventually.

poor lad is confused and nervous, he's expected to know stuff he never did. he's told that as soon as he gets into it, he'll be back in no time. the problem is that he has never held a sniper rifle in his life, not mentioning about killing someone.

ms p comes up with a wonderful idea - his parents that adopted him must be still alive in that universe. there's no better teacher at shooting stuff than the Mick's papa himself. the only thing left to do is to convince them that Mick is actually their son somewhere in another world. and if they don't agree to help, it'd all be lost to hell. pretty easy!

surprisingly, the gang handle the old couple well after finding their village and introducing themselves. the old man doesn't trust them, always squinting and spitting behind their backs. yet there's the only thing he likes about that lanky guy - he doesn't complain much, spending hours under australian sun and soaking wet with sweat in his weird purple shirt, while learning the grounds of weaponry. miss mundy is on the contrary - really happy to have guests in their village and is pretty supportive of the young man she knows only for a moment.

for a moment, Mick catches the sight of someone's grave in the distance in his lense. for some reason, it fills him with rage he never felt, and it fuels him to train even more. i know i know most of it doesnt even make fucking sense. but let me dream aight. tagged as 'left alone au' on my blog is u wanna look up for some old cringe

[jm-2406]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.

-> sᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ.

Summary - you are a newly appointed detective and have been given a task to catch the person responsible for attacks on James Barnes.

Pairing - rockstar!Bucky x detective!reader.

Word count - 950.

Note - reader has a younger brother and calls him ‘rabbit’.

Requests -> open || find my work -> m’list.

“[Y/N] [Y/L/N].” The automated voice from the speaker called her name, grabbing attention from almost everyone present in the cafeteria. [Y/N] quickly gulped down her glass of orange juice and rushed to the senior inspector’s office. She was dreading going inside. Some of her friends who have been called earlier, always came back in tears or angered. She didn't know what to expect.

“May I come in, sir?” As she stood in front of his desk, [Y/N] was a little relieved after seeing the neutral expression on Mr Watson’s face, he was not angry at her. But maybe that is a trap, to sweetly insult her. Her overthinking always got the best of her.

Mr Watson looked at her seriously for a few minutes, the longest two minutes of her life, then forwarded a folder towards her without saying a word. “Considering your track record, you might be the best choice here. Even though you are young, we think that it is a plus factor in this case.” He said and motioned his hand towards Ms Palmer, his usual case partner. [Y/N] smiled at her, she was such a kind lady and fiery when needed to be.

[Y/N] opened the folder and read the details. Her eyes widened after completing the file. She gulped nervously and looked up to voice out her thoughts but before she could, Ms Palmer smiled encouraging-ly at her. “I'm hoping you wouldn't disappoint us and back out, right [Y/N]?” She sweetly asked. “Also, consider this as a test for you, the earlier you solve it, the sooner you'll get your promotion.” Mr Watson continued and that put her in a big dilemma.

Her ringing cell phone caught her attention. It was her brother. [Y/N] quickly put it back and responded with a nod. “I accept, sir. Thank you for the opportunity.” Were her words before exiting the chambers.

-•-

The next day, she was waiting with her colleagues for the minister to come and address them, as instructed. But they were surprised by the unexpected arrival of his son. “I'm James, nice to meet you all.” He introduced himself but refused to say anything about the change of plans to the team. On top of that he started bossing around. This attitude frustrated [Y/N] to no end and she snapped at him, asking him the reason for his arrival instead of his father a little aggressively.

“You do know that your tone of voice may get you kicked out of the team, right?” James said in a saccharine voice though his words were full of bitterness. “You are going to work for me and this attitude will get you nowhere.”

“As if I'm dying to do so. Did you forget that it is you who is receiving threats? You need my help, not the other way around.” She sassed back.

The others present in the conference hall were a silent spectator as the back and forth between James and [Y/N] continued. It was clear that James, being the only son of the minister and a youth sensation, was not the one to tolerate someone using authority over him. [Y/N] on the other hand was on the quiet side but when provoked, she proved to be a thunderstorm. It was a deadly combination.

“You know what, see you in New York. I have some work to do. This isn't over Miss [Y/L/N].” James jumped up from his seat and was out of the room in a minute.

[Y/N] stared at his retreating figure in confusion. “We have to go to New York?” She asked no one in particular.

-•-

Reaching home, [Y/N] took in the messy sight of her flat and carefully walked the path to her bedroom. “Rabbit.” She called out and an annoyed voice answered her. “[Y/N]. Stop it. I'm not a little kid anymore, I'm 17.”

“You'll always be a little guy to me, rabbit.” She ruffled her brother’s hair and went to the kitchen, not before instructing him to clean the mess he created. Just after a few seconds, [Y/N] came rushing back and hugged her brother with all her might. The boy got startled and fell down along with her.

“You made dinner today. I am so happy and so proud of you my rabbit.”

Her brother blushed and dismissed the situation just like many other teenage boys. The siblings duo were having their dinner when [Y/N] decided to drop the bomb. “Rob, I need to move out of the town for some work. It's a high profile case.”

“When are you leaving then?” Her brother asked emotionlessly though he was feeling upset.

“You’re not going to say anything?” Upon getting no reply, [Y/N] mentioned the date of her departure. “It's important for me and taking up this case will be beneficial for us.” She tried to explain nervously but her brother had a mind of his own and did not bother to talk.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, her brother hugged her tightly. “I'll miss you. Can't you take me with you?” He whispered sadly. The love they shared was deep and it was difficult for them to be apart for so many days.

“I'll return as soon as possible, rabbit.” [Y/N] replied quietly and went to her room to pack her stuff, her brother helping her with it. She didn't know what to expect from the future but one thing was sure, this case was going to be life changing for her.

[reluctantscribe]

“Do you really think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?”

Well, now I feel like a real tumblr ™️ user.

It has been almost nearly ten years that I first started watching, “Doctor Who.” I started watching because of the otherworldly hype surrounding the 50th anniversary special, “The Day of the Doctor.” And now, ten years later, in the year 2023– we are nearing the 60th anniversary special. Time. It’s a crazy thing, huh?

And I caught up to the 50th anniversary special pretty quickly actually. And as I caught up though, I noticed something… friends of mine who’d gotten ms into the show, whether they were my friends at school or online friends, were dropping the show. Matt Smith’s Eleventh Doctor was due to regenerate, and my friends were used to the last two iterations of The Doctor being eccentric, young, hot guys. They weren’t used to The Doctor being an eccentric, bitter old man. And so many of my friends, never gave a Twelve a chance. I dropped the show for reasons out of my control around the same time. Netflix had removed, “Doctor Who,” in the US shortly after Capaldi’s first season came to the platform. I probably saw two episodes of series 8, and I never finished it.

Until yesterday. And boy… TWELVE IS AMAZING. CAPALDI IS AMAZING. “Shut up!” I love him. I think he’s fantastic. It was my first time coming back to the show in nine years, and I never once didn’t recognize my friend, “The Doctor.” Series 8 felt like a warm hug after being away for so long. And don’t get me started on Jenna Coleman as Clara Oswald because she is SOMETHING ELSE. She’s incredible.

This show is so special to me. This character, these characters, are so dear to me— the TARDIS feels like home, and I feel terrible for being away from it for so long.

If you’re one of those people who dropped the show when Matt Smith left, who didn’t give Capaldi a chance? Please, give him that chance.