#chapter 2 is linked to my wattpad

[xenforce]

The Legend of Zelda - Centennial Bellum

Chapter 2

Hope you guys enjoy reading my fanfic 😊

Would love to know what y’all think 🧡

[awrkive]

[ masterlist of the series neighbor blunder by awrkive ]

legend

❀ ; fluff ♡ ; smut ✧ ; angst

main masterlist

↳ warnings are stated in the link of each chapter itself as well as on this navi page — all of my works are 18+ so minors, DNI !!

summary in hindsight, you should have seen it coming. had always known your luck – or lack of it, thereof – and the universe's meticulous plan of your downfall made it easy for you to get tangled up in a series of unfortunate events, which presents itself as the neighbor that lives across from you, jeon jungkook.

tags neighbors!au, coworkers!au, software engineer!jk, cto!jk, chaebol!jk vibes, accountant!oc, strangers to...?

status; ongoing

current total word count: 76.4k words

AVAILABLE ON WATTPAD | AO3

nb!jk visual • nb tag ( fic discourse ) • taglist ( CLOSED. ) • amm ( ask my characters anything )

main story;

𓍯 neighbor blunder

one: in which you meet neighbor unit 446 for the first time, unsuspecting of the circumstances he comes with

↳ genre & warnings: ❀ ; mature language

two: in which you get to know jungkook better, and it complicates your feelings

↳ genre & warnings: ❀ ; ♡ ; mature content: language, female masturbation

three: in which you stay at jungkook's place for a week. chaos ensues.

↳ genre & warnings: ❀ ; mature content: language, alcohol consumption

four: in which feelings creep more in between you... and you don't know what to do about it

↳ genre & warnings: ❀ ; mature content: language, alcohol consumption

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ask #1: when do u update?

ask #2: how does the chapter system work for this story?

ask #3: on nb jk

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[xoxxbilliexoxx]

Master Link

A link to all my smut ;)

my wattpad is @ billiesslutxxxooo 💋

One shots:

-Hard Days turn to Hot Nights: Billie comes home from a stressful day of meetings and you help her feel better, turning her more submissive than she’s ever been with you.

-Silent Pleasure: Billie gets you off on her tour bus with all your friends just feet from you both. Can you stay silent?

-Hard and Soft: Billie fucks you hard and rough with her strap-on making you cum hard before turning back into your sweet girlfriend and giving you soft gentle sex filled with so much love. The night ends with a passionate shared orgasm.

-I Can Help with That: After months of no sex and a now insatiable hunger to get fucked, your best friend Billie offers to help her out

-Pathetic: This is extremely kinky and rough, Brat tamer Billie fucks the attitude right out of you and degrades you while she does it

-Date Night Bites: Billie and you go on date, but Billie does some things to get you worked up and teases you all through dinner until you get home and each take your turns with one another (3 parts) Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

-Let go, for me: You can never cum with other people, you’re just too in your head and worried about your partners comfort and if they’re enjoying it. When Billie learns this she works hard at getting you so relaxed and hypnotized by her touch that you aren’t able to stress at all. She needs to make you cum for her.

-Breathless on the bedroom floor: Billie took you to the photoshoot for her new perfume and put on a show for you, only to find herself naked on her bedroom floor just a few hours later, shaking and writhing underneath you.

-Reflections: You couldn’t help but ask Billie about that one rolling stones interview with her, curiosity got the best of you. Not only did she give you an answer, but she had the both of you put on a show as she picked you up and put you both in front of her mirror.

Series:

Friends? Just Friends? (That is the link to the wattpad book where there is a real story line with fluff and angst and smut, as you and Billie transition from freinds to more)

-Part 1: After years of being friends with Billie, the sexual tension comes to an all time high and can’t be ignored any longer. You finally let her teach you exactly what it feels like to be with a woman

-Part 2: When you wake up after a night that changed everything for you two, Billie lets you continue exploring what it’s like to be with a girl

-Billies Taste on your tongue : a snapshot of you tasting Billie for the first time, the full chapter is on wattpad

-Fuck me with that Strap: A snapshot of Billie using her strap on you for the first time, the full chapter is on wattpad

-Hot Waves of Pleasure: Billie and you both cum in the hottub, this is a full chapter from wattpad

-Have your Way with Me: You strap Billie for the first time. Nerves are high so Billie starts on top, but things don’t stay like that for long.

Comment any requests you have for me with either my one shots or my series!!

[m-ilkiee]

Monsters: Manjiro "Mikey" Sano x Reader x Izana Kurokawa

“He ate my heart”

Pairings: Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano x female reader, Izana Kurokawa x female reader

Series summary: Your grievous sin was Emma standing up for you to her brothers. And now you’re going to pay the heavy price for destroying their perfect family dynamic.

Content warning generally: DARK CONTENT, Tokyo revengers AU, female reader, virgin reader, heavy smut, polyamory, Dark Impulse Mikey, Manipulative Izana, inaccurate/inconsistent university terminology, heavy angst with little comfort, betrayal, misogyny and sexism, emotional, physical and mental abuse, mental break, manipulation, gaslighting, sexual harrassment, dubious consent, noncon, drug, alcohol and substance misuse/abuse, extreme violence, use of weapons, Torture, criminal activities, PTSD, paranoia, emotional incest, power imbalance, character death(s) (not reader), anal penetration, mention of self-harm, religious guilt and trauma, religious themes, Vouyeurism, gangbang, masochism, sadism, hard kinks, strangulation (non sexual), psychological horror (more warnings to be added soon)

{main masterlist} {taglist link} {playlist} [available on a03 + extra chapters and wattpad]

Chapter 1: Warning Signals

chapter summary: Being friends with Emma Sano is nice, until you get on the wrong side of the Sano brothers.

cw: DARK CONTENT, NSFW, misogyny, alcohol/drug use, brief mention of violence, religious and purity culture themes, classism, slutshaming, p*rn mention, sexual assault, noncon, public initimacy, fingering (fem recieving), dacryphilia, gaslighting, manipulation, mention of vomitting, victim blaming.

wc: 10.1k

Chapter 2: Shots Fired

chapter summary: Izana Kurokawa demands your attention and he doesn’t take no for an answer. Not even when his demands are outrageous.

cw: DARK CONTENT, MISOGYNY, NSFW, r*pe mention, religious guilt, depictions of PTSD and CPTSD, emotional incest, abandoment issues, violence, revenge porn, depression, filming without consent, drugging, victim blaming, blackmailing, manipulation, gaslighting, mind break, psychological torture, use of firearms

wc: 11.6k

Chapter 3: The Lesser of Two Devils

chapter summary: Emma has a suspicion that both her brothers are into you when you all go shopping. She couldn’t be farther from the truth.

cw: DARK CONTENT, MISOGYNY, NSFW, smut (character x character), dubcon, noncon, depressive thoughts, victim blaming, sucidial ideation, religious guilt & discussion (very brief), gaslighting, power imbalance, manipulation, abuse (domestic, verbal, sexual, finanical), love bombing, violence (physical, mental, sexual), slut shaming, peer pressure, dry humping, attempted rape, nonconsensual filming.

wc: 13.3k

Chapter 4: The Calm

chapter summary: Everything comes crashing down right before your very eyes when something horrible from your past resurfaces

cw: DARK CONTENT, NSFW, angst PTSD, bullying, victim blaming, attempted rape mention(s), implied sexual intercourse (character x character), implied masturbation (m.), public sex, violence, misogyny, betrayal, parental abuse amd neglect, religious trauma, implied past homophobia, dark impulse Mikey, homelessness etc

Chapter 5: Act on Dark Impulses

wc: 12.2k

chapter summary: You knew better than to trust Mikey and Izana. Yet you fall for their plan hook, line and sinker and live through the worst night of your life.

cw: coming soon

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Chapter 6: The Closest you’ll ever get to being in Love

chapter summary: Things get sicker and twisted with the two brothers and Emma is none the wiser.

cw: coming soon

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Chapter 7: Trials and Tribulations

chapter summary: You learn the hard way what happens when you refuse to be their stress relief because of your important exams.

cw: coming soon

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Chapter 8: Divine Intervention

chapter summary: You are called home to bury your mother and learn that nothing has changed since you left.

cw: coming soon

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Chapter 9: Lead me not into Temptation

chapter summary: Emma notices that something isn’t right with you when you come visit her in the Sano residence.

cw: coming soon

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Chapter 10: Deliver Me from All Evil

chapter summary: You’ve finally broken the cycle, but at what cost?

cw: coming soon

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authors notes: updates are irregular, depending on when i have time. some chapters have been re-written to fit the original storyline. don't pressure me to update and please don't be rude to me. I do not condone any negative actions done on this fic. comments, reblogs and asks are very much appreciated. if you are a minor, please refrain from interracting with this series.

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[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

first class liar: wattpad writer

ch58

masterlist

-bring back dry humping

^sorry

-gojo lying through his damn TEETHHHHHH

-geto is kinda funny

-i kind of enjoy this chapter

-why was i kinda funny in spellbound whew.!

-END MY SUFFERING (this smau)

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[ivyyisbored22]

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭— 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐅

Please check Intro about me ;) , my masterlist :) , Requests (& Rules) ^^

I'm currently in my writer's era, so I wanted to publish this Fanfic I've been writing for the past few weeks. I've always had POVs and ideas for stories in my head but I stored them away in my notes app or my diary. But this one, I wanted to share. (I publish on Wattpad as well but my reach over there SUCKS.)

Consider giving this story a read and tell me what you think of it. Leave your comments and feedback, I always appreciate it. I'm still a beginner, so there might be some errors here and there. If you spot any please tell me and I'll correct them.

I'll try to upload weekly or whenever I finish writing a new chapter.

WARNING ⚠️ This story is for matured readers since there's smut, mention of alcohol and strong language.

Ready? Let's get in.

A/N: The story is currently on pause.

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Description:

𝑻𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆...

He knew that this marriage was under his agreement that it's only valid for a year. But once their contract ends and Aria tells him she is carrying his child, his protectiveness, possessiveness over her increased a ton more. He didn't want this marriage to last more than he wanted but now he can't live without her.

Bang Chan x fem/OC - Arranged marriage. Mature content. Cold Husband. Billionaire. DUAL POVS

TW ❗❗: Pregnancy (I know not everyone enjoys this trope but I can assure that once you read it you will understand the plot. Do consider giving it a chance)

This story contains mature content such as mentions of alcohol, sex and strong language. 🔞

Note: Underlined chapters are already published and non underlined ones are upcoming. Ones marked in red contains smut. At the end of each chapter, the next one is linked.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬:

Chapter 1 || Chapter 13 || Chapter 25

Chapter 2 || Chapter 14

Chapter 3 || Chapter 15

Chapter 4 || Chapter 16

Chapter 5 || Chapter 17

Chapter 6 || Chapter 18

Chapter 7 || Chapter 19

Chapter 8 || Chapter 20

Chapter 9 || Chapter 21

Chapter 10 || Chapter 22

Chapter 11 || Chapter 23

Chapter 12 || Chapter 24

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ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ, ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ, ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴇᴇᴅʙᴀᴄᴋꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ.

If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know <3. New tags will be included in the upcoming chapters, but please note that I won't be updating the taglists in previous chapters.

Thank you for reading!

xx,

Ivyy

[roriaa]

When Sun and Moon meet MASTERLIST ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Zuko x Fem!WaterBender!Reader Enemies to Lovers

As one of the Princesses of the Northern Water tribe, you were blessed with a gift by the moon. However you were permitted to be allowed to use the gift at all costs. From many hidden waterbending usages, the aftermath of the avatar visiting the Northern Tribe had led to your beginning journey, hiding yourself as a water bender as a princess from the Northern water tribe

All warnings are displayed in each individual chapter

Season 1 - Water

☾ Prologue ☾ Chapter 1 - Welcome Avatar ☾ Chapter 2 - Encountering the Sun ☾ Chapter 3 - Dangerous Gale ☾ Chapter 4 - New Sacrifices

Season 2 - Earth

҉ Chapter 5 - Trainer Sakari ҉ Chapter 6 - Hidden in Ba Sing Se ҉ Chapter 7 - Refreshing Tea ҉ Chapter 8 - Failed ҉ Chapter 9 - Tied with the Gaang ҉ Chapter 10 - Fraud of the Warriors ҉ Chapter 11 - Trust to Betrayal

Season 3 - Fire

𖤓 Chapter 12 - Ship Attack 𖤓 Chapter 13 - First steps in the Fire Nation 𖤓 Chapter 14 - Sparky-Sparky Boom Man!! 𖤓 Chapter 15 - The Invasion 𖤓 Ch 16 𖤓 Ch 17 𖤓 Ch 18 𖤓 Ch 19 𖤓 Ch 20 𖤓 Ch 21

Season 4 - Sun

☪︎ Ch ???

Aftermath - Moon

⋆ Ch ???

POSTS ONCE EVERY WEEK (MOSTLY) None of the pictures are made by me This is based off of the avatar the last airbender world s1 s2 s3 potentially will add the legend of Korra sneaks Please do not copy, translate or repost my writing. Reblogging is acceptable My work is ONLY on tumblr, ao3, and wattpad. If anywhere else please inform me. Ao3 link Wattpad link

[lenoraslament]

Masterlist

Hello! Welcome to the Masterlist!

My name doesn’t matter. Insatiable Slytherin gal. Pisces ENFJ. Morally ambiguous characters are ✨

I am now taking requests. I write for Slytherin boys mainly but I can also write for Bridgerton and Gilmore Girls.

One shots are at the bottom

First are posts related to my three part Tom Riddle Fanfiction. All three parts are on my Wattpad

* indicates smut

^ indicates romance

+ indicates dark themes/angst

Lenora was cold, smart and cunning. Until. Until that night. Two mudbloods stole something from her, a piece of her she couldn't get back. She finds solace and healing in the unlikely ally of her longtime acquaintance Tom Riddle.

Wattpad Link

Chapter 9 Excerpt: Insolence +

Chapter 12 excerpt: Moment in the Library ^

Chapter 16 excerpt: Apparating ^

Chapter 20: Pleasure *^

Chapter 23 Excerpt: Malfoy Ball ^

Chapter 28 Excerpt: Good Girl ^ (*in the Wattpad chapter)

Chapters 33&34: Revenge and Satisfaction *^+

Chapter 35: Aftermath ^*

Chapter 36: Make Me Forget *

Chapter 38: Punish Me *+

Book 2 Lenora’s Love:

Lenora was Tom Riddles everything. Until he had to Obliviate her memory. Now they are brought together for the summer, as he continues to build his dark legacy the death eaters. Their love is inevitable; even with Cygnus Black trying to intervene. Will the truth out?

This book whole chapters cross posted to Tumblr but if you want to read on Wattpad

Part 1 Summary / Say Yes to Heaven ^

Lenora arrives at the Malfoy Lakehouse and leaves Tom breathless

The Rose Garden ^

Tom watches Lenora from afar much to the chagrin of Abraxas

Why Not Tom Riddle

Lenora wonders about the change in Tom Riddle not realizing she was obliviated

Hard to Resist^

Cygnus grows closer to Lenora

Firestarter +

Lenora accidentally reminds everyone just how powerful she is

Worth It +

Tom and Cygnus duel, Abraxas confronts Lenora

Flawless ^

Tom continues to confuse Lenora, Delia appears for the first time since the Malfoy Christmas Ball

Strumpets *^

Lenora catches Tom doing something unsavory, she pushes to be a deatheater

Overprotective

Lenora tries her best to be respectful and discovers something useful

Lust Potion *^

Delia gets revenge on Lenora, Tom tries his best to resist Lenora

Despair +

After being humiliated by Delia, Lenora wants to prove herself as a deatheater no matter the cost

I Love You ^+

Tom nearly loses Lenora for good.

Pain is a Price +

The long term repercussions of Lenora’s potion are discovered

High and Mighty

Tom proves his leadership while being absolutely faded.

Flowers for a Lady ^

Lenora is made a deatheater but isn’t sure what to make of this new side of Tom.

Dowries and Dark Marks +^

Tom tries to figure out how to get Cygnus Black out of his hair as they both chase after Lenora

Pillow Fight +^

Cygnus Black wishes Lenora goodbye, making her lash out at Tom Riddle

Tawdry ^

Lenora forgives Tom and then is forced to play the temptress

Make Me ^

Tension finally comes to a head between Tom and Lenora at the lake

Cozy^

They simply can’t stay away from eachother.

Crash Into Me^

Tom and Lenora continue to push and pull, Abraxas catches them

Tom Riddle the Romantic ^

Tom Riddle goes way out of comfort zone

A Proper Date ^

Tom and Lenora finally have a real date

Anchored*

Lenora wants more from Tom than his horcrux

How it Always Should Have Been*^

Tom and Lenora make love

Time Doesn’t Bow^

A snapshot into 6 months of bliss as Tom and Lenora stay together

Lying *

Cygnus Black returns, Lenora catches Tom in a lie

Disillusionment +

Lenora learns the truth of everything that happened before Tom obliviated her

I Lost You+

Tom’s proposal goes awry, Lenora gets revenge

I Hate You+

Lenora broke Tom’s heart but he gets the last word.

One shots

Tom Riddle

Hot Mess Part 1

Hot Mess Part 2 *

Infatuated

Careful What You Wish For *

Mattheo Riddle

Careful What You Wish For *

Theo Nott

Some Plumber ^*

Lorenzo Berkshire

Finally Requited pt 1

Slytherin Boys React

Perfume Preferences

How they would Overstimulate You*

Edging Orgasm Denial *

You took Lust Potion *

Romantic Moments ^

Free Use *

Dance with Me ^

[jaeminvore]

Volleyball for Dummies (In Love Edition) | L.MK SMAU

pairing: manager!Mark x fem!volleyball player!Reader

synopsis: Mark Lee has been called many things. Dedicated was one of them and that dedication lead him into joining NeoTech College's well coveted Women's Volleyball team, the NeoTech Tigers, as their manager in hopes of winning the infamous setter, Y/N's heart. But there was one problem, being academically inclined did not come with the extensive knowledge of anything related to the sport and to put it simply, Mark Lee doesn't know shit about Volleyball.

genre: college au, social media au (may contain written parts in the future. maybe), sports au, idiots to lovers, “he fell first, but she fell harder” kinda thing, fluff, comedy, crack treated seriously.

warnings: profanity, dirty/inappropriate/dark humor (dark as in 'kms' 'kys' jokes), may contain some inaccuracies of the sport, Mark is a disaster, Mark is whipped and so is Y/N (they’re so in love it’s kinda gross).

featuring: NCT DREAM, aespa, LE SSERAFIM'S Yunjin and Chaewon. There will also be some random idol appearances.

status: COMPLETE

started: June 5, 2023

completed: August 5, 2023

a/n: this was originally going to be written, but I eventually scrapped that idea and thought it'd be more fun in this format. If this is not your cup of tea, then feel free to click off! I have two written pieces for dream linked on my navigation if you'd like to read something else 💖 but for those who are interested, I hope you'll enjoy this one!

disclaimer: none of this is meant to represent anyone in real life. This is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only.

PROFILES 1 | PROFILES 2

CHAPTER 1: 👉🏼👌🏼

CHAPTER 2: retirement plan: secured ✅

CHAPTER 3: not livin' la vida loca

CHAPTER 4: it’s the star sign 😎

CHAPTER 5: hoes (respectfully) before bros 🫡

CHAPTER 6: un-kys or wtvr

CHAPTER 7: absolutely no home training

CHAPTER 8: castrated ❎ neutered ✅

CHAPTER 9: bonking > fucking

CHAPTER 10: got my shit rocked (REAL)

CHAPTER 11: young whipper snapper 🎣‼️

CHAPTER 12: 🐓🧱❓

CHAPTER 13: wattpad core

CHAPTER 14: ok disco pang pang 🫨

CHAPTER 15: Congratulations, Manager Lee.

CHAPTER 16 (Interlude): Manager Lee & The Girls™️

CHAPTER 17: Za Woka Genava

CHAPTER 18: KAY-WHY-ESS.

CHAPTER 19: chismosa-virus 🤠

CHAPTER 20: M*rk L**

CHAPTER 21: cross my dick and swear to balls

CHAPTER 22: y/n tunnel vision

CHAPTER 23: one dot.

CHAPTER 24: i was crazy once.

CHAPTER 25: sauce pee shoes

CHAPTER 26: Mark and Y/N? Mark and Y/N.

CHAPTER 27: i love my gf (Mark)

© jaeminvore

[mad-maximoff]

𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵 1- 𝘔𝘪��𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵

Sum: Mack Flores had always found the underbelly of society comforting. Mack works in a nightclub as a bartender. She has many friends, but not as special as Star. A 57 year-old hooker, who Mack has a little crush on. Mack wants her to quit, but Star has no other choice until Mack makes the choice for them both that'll alter their lives forever.

Warnings: *Warnings will be announced for each chapter*, language, smoking

Word Count: 4,424

Wattpad link AO3

2 AM never came so quickly. Yeah, I hated cleaning up the bar but goddamn, tonight was a cluster of new 21-year-olds from hell. Was I ever that bad? Hell, I can't talk. I'm only 23 but I feel ancient next to these fresh-faced babies.

"Yo, Mack!" My boss, Trina, was a real hippie. A 62-year-old biker chick in a skirt turned the corner of the bar coming down the small flight of stairs from her office. "Yo, Trina!" I mimicked back, it always irked her. She chuckled leaning over the bar counter. "You wanna get outta here? You can leave if you want, I can finish storing the bottles away." Her question perked my head from the counter as I crouched down and wiped a mysterious sticky liquid off the cupboard. "Hell yeah!" I bolted adjusting my belt. "Now, now. Before you go and fuck off, go take the trash out. Then you can fly away." I sighed but knew I did not want to stay longer than I had to. My boots scuffed the floor as I dragged my body to the very thing I despised most. The trash. It was sticky and a mixture of every alcohol and the flies would come out of nowhere. I quickly tied it into a knot and lifted it slowly fearing the worst of the glass clinking.

Jesus what a night...

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Los Angeles. Beautiful this time of year. When I first moved to the States from Canada, I always knew when the weather changed back home. Here, I had to make heads or tales. Though, I knew it was fall. I wasn't sweating to death at 2 am, nor was I freezing to death. I was quite content walking home. The club I worked at was on the Hollywood strip. My apartment complex was a few blocks away. It was as though my apartment was in the middle of everything. Tourists, walk of fame, and Fig street. I often found I would rather walk Figueroa than be around a bunch of tourists taking pictures of gum on a star. That, and I get to see my own star walking so famously. Shining more brightly than any star in the Chinese Theatre. Star. I waited for her at the corner of Fig as I lit a cigarette. A few girls passed me, asking if I wanted company. Another asked for a light or match. I often carry a few matchbooks in my bag. A few tampons and condoms as well. I hand them out like I'm Oprah. Star taught me that. The girls appreciate it. A few knew me by name, perhaps by knowing Star or maybe I have served them once before.

"Yoo-hoo! Starry-girl!" I hollered as the prettiest blonde stepped out of a red brick building adjusting her fur cheetah print coat. Faux, of course, she would never been seen in real fur. She's a real animal activist.

"Miss Mack Flores! Now what have I told you about waiting up for me?" Star's 6-inch heels clicked along the concrete. Star held herself up proudly, her white cream-coloured purse with a gold chain bounced against her hip. "Haha, I didn't I just got here. Tri cut me early. So, I figured I'd come find you." I matched with Star's pace. Her strides were longer than mine. Not just because of the heels but also because she was 2 inches taller than me.

Every time I saw Star there was always something new I never noticed. Today, I noticed the way the muscles in her hand moved as she flinched her knuckles. Her dainty fingers looked soft, her nails were still painted in the shade of red nail polish I got her for Christmas last year. It was Nars in the shade Chinatown.

Star huffed while she held her tightly tied corset. It was a staple in her normal wardrobe. It was a dark cream colour with a thin black outline around the chest, the strings were black tied up in the back. She wore skin colour garter pantyhose with a fine lace trim around her thighs."That's Trina for you. She makes you stay late and makes you worry, then decides to cut you."

"Come on Star, she means well." I pursed my lips against the cigarette, exhaling out and flicking the ash behind us.

"Mack, you think everyone means well. I've known Trina for years, I swear that woman is Bipolar. One minute she's happy and in a joking mood, then some minor inconvenience ticks her off and everyone's a target. Fuck, am I starving." Star halted as she looked around. "You wanna go for Greg's? I want tomato soup and coffee." Star rummaged through her purse whisking out a 20. "I'll pay this round huh?"

"No. I'm paying. Keep your cash." I nudged her as we crossed the street. "Mack come off it, I get you try to act like the strong and silent masculine lesbian here but let me pay for once. I feel like you're paying me for nothing." Star's hand dipped into mine as the traffic lights allowed us to walk. At first, I thought she wanted to hold my hand until her hand touched her lips with my cigarette stolen from my hand. I overthought that through.

"Darlin', you're off the clock. You don't need to do anything for me when I offer to pay." I pulled my leather jacket away from my body to adjust the collar. "Nothing huh? Well, I can just be your best friend for the night then huh?" I reached first for the door of Greg's diner, letting Star go first. "Always Star. That's free."

I met Star when I was 18 about 5 years ago when I first moved to LA. She was 52 at the time. I met Trina before I met Star. Trina got me a job at the nightclub as a bus girl at first, I moved up to a waitress then when I turned 21, I got to become a full-time bartender. I was working my first shift as a bartender, the place was packed. Everyone's face began to blur 2 hours in until I saw Star. She was glowing, with these little metallic star stickers on her cheeks. She had some lanky, baby-faced boy attached to her at the hip. Asking for a glass of white wine and a bottle of beer. We both chatted up and the man-child got angry. I didn't realize what line of work Star was in until I heard the man-child's words. 'Honey, I paid for 2 hours! You wanna stop showing off and start blowing me off?!' I got mad over the way he grabbed Star's arm. I never leaped over a counter faster than I did that night. Charging at him, practically throwing him into a table with a couple of punches in. Star got her money and stayed near me the rest of the night. We became friends instantly. Funnily enough, we also found out as I offered to walk her home that were lived in the same apartment complex. We lived three doors away from each other. It was as though we meant to know each other.

"You want our usual spot Honey-bun?" Star's heels made a strange noise as the ground changed from cement to brown lament. Greg's Diner was our usual hangout. Though, Greg's was Star's thing before it became mine. The upholstery on each seat was red velour from the 80s. So worn down from years of use and burnt from cigarette holes. I swear this is the only and last place you could smoke inside in Los Angeles.

Star rushed over to our usual booth. Nestled in the corner of the diner. Star liked it because she could watch her surroundings, I liked it for another reason. I sat across from Star. I had no distractions other than to stare at her. Watch how she constantly fixes her hair, thinking it isn't perfect even though the way I saw it, her hair already was. Star was perfect. Everything about her was anything but perfection. Except...for the elephant in the room. Her job.

"You see they got new waiters? Young huh?" Star adjusted herself in the booth, peeling off her fur coat from her peachy-toned shoulders. She had more freckles on her shoulders than normal. I kept begging her to wear at least a dime-sized amount of sunscreen. It fell on deaf ears. Don't get me wrong, I adored her little freckles, but it did worry me some days. The heat radiates off her body after these types of nights. Wore down, even into the morning when we crossed paths. I just wish I could help her.

"Young? What am I then?" I flagged down one of the waiters as Star raised her bag to lay it on the table beside the window. "Now, now." She giggled. "You're not 18 anymore, they're babies." She gushed watching the youngin scurrying around like a bunch of headless chickens. "So what? I look road hard and put away wet?" The waiter came to our booth, said the mandatory greeting and took our order. Star ordered a bowl of tomato soup and black coffee with sugar. They didn't offer vegan substitutions for cream so Star always suffered. Funnily enough, I thought of possibly buying a small carton of vegan milk. For how often we come here, it's something to think of. I felt bad ordering meat in front of Star, but she kept reassuring me it was fine. That she was okay with it. I ordered their classic beef dip. Their fries are seasoned like a chef has Parkinson's, every fry is seasoned deliciously. The gravy was thick and actually tasted like beef. And the au jus is immaculate. Just thinking about the toasted bread dipped in the au jus makes my mouth water.

"Haha! Mack, I was just saying you don't look that young anymore. You do look young but you've matured. You hold yourself differently than they do. I still remember your baby face behind the bar counter shaking like a leaf." As Star's words whispered out, the waiter came back with a black coffee and a beer in a bottle. Star forgot the sugar packets were in a dish beside her purse, and I was surprised over the fact our waiter remembered to pop the cap off my beer bottle.

"Yeah, I think that thing you called 'matured' is stress" My shoulders raised as I pulled the bottle close to my chest. Star shook the sugar packet against her hand until she ripped it open to pour its contents into her cup. "It's not always this rough baby-doll, you'll get there." Star's hand lifted a spoon to stir. "I'm sorry to say darlin', but when? I'm making enough for rent and other bills, but I...it's just hard. I want a savings account, and what happens if I get hurt? I have no cash for medical bills! And-..."

"Woah, woah now! That's a lot in one go, Mack. It's fine. Here, how about this? We do it the old-fashioned way, we write down your expenses. Probably you can lay off the beer for a bit." Star paused taking hold of my beer as finished mid-sip. "We figure things you can lay off. And then each paycheck, I'll teach you how much you're supposed to put away. And god forbid if you need to go to the hospital, we'll pile money together and start payment plans." Star pushed the bottle back to me as the waiter came back with our food. "I don't want you to do that Star. I'll be okay with you helping me prioritize my finances but not you helping me with medical bills." The food came piping hot. Star's soup was large with a measly packet of crackers. That I'd normally eat, and my beef dip looked as though Jesus made it himself. Hey, there's probably a line cook named Jesus back there and by god, he makes a mean beef dip.

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Well, after our late dinner, I needed to loosen my belt. That beef dip hit the spot. Star and I left Greg's after I paid. I had to fight off Star's offer of pay. We exited the diner, and it strangely became colder than we first entered. Though we should've known that would happen, it was 3 a.m. Star's jaw chattered, though with every glance I took, she tried her might to stop.

"Cold are we?" My hand reached over adjusting her coat over her shoulder. "N-no, I'm fine." She continued to chatter. "Fucksake Star, come on. Lemme get us a cab. Uber?"

"No Mack. We only have 4 more blocks left. That's a waste." Star closed her coat, wrapping it around her waist. "H-hurry up." Star grabbed my bicep through my leather jacket. My arm flexed as we both shuffled faster, we made it to the gate that surrounded our apartment complex. We scurried into our complex, across the parking lot where my truck was parked in front of the set of stairs that led to our apartment doors. We both separated, Star turned left to her door as I turned right to my place at the end of the hall. My key felt more warm than my hands as I let myself in.

My place wasn't much, I didn't have decor or an actual bedframe. I had Star help me drag out a wooden pallet from work home as the frame. It wasn't fancy but it was mine. My belongings, my place. I loved coming home and everything was as I left it. Nothing moved, no one to come home to and just start judging me. It was peaceful. My phone broke the silence as it dinged with a text.

*Star*

Thank you for dinner. Sorry If I didn't say it! I was fucking frozen! Lol

*Mack*

It's fine doll, I am too lol. Goodnight <3

I threw my phone landing on my black futon. The first thing I did as soon as I stepped foot is undo my leather belt and rip off my socks. I slipped my feet in my slippers walking over to the kitchen. Still silent. What else could it be? Los Angeles at 3 am might be still noisy to a newbie, but once you get used to it, the measure of noise fades and it's finally quiet. I opened the fridge to see a sight I too used to seeing. Nothing. A few lonely bottles of beer from a 6-pack I bought at the beginning of the week and a few bottled water from a 24-pack I purchased.

"Jesus...I need to get paid." I leaned in the fridge to grab a bottle of beer. I had a butter knife lying beside my fridge. I saw this dude on TikTok, he tapped the cold bottle twice on different areas of the glass then swiped up to pop the cap off. Instinctly, I had to try. All that can go bad is broken glass everywhere. I began to tap the bottom twice, then the middle, and in one fatal swoop, the cap went flying.

"Yes! Fuck yeah!" The pressure from the bottle made the almost bubble over. I celebrated by swiping the bottle up to my lips and taking in a celebratory drink. I noticed my much-enjoyed silence was cut short by the ring of my phone. I prayed it wasn't Trina. Saying something went wrong or chewing me out for doing or not doing something to her degree. I rushed over to retrieve it to see the screen. Thankfully it wasn't, it was Star.

"Star? What's up?"

"Mack, can you come over? Please. I need a little help." Her breaths were short as she spoke. "What's wrong? Is your door unlocked?" I stayed on the phone with her as I rushed over to the front door. "Y-yes..please hurry." I slapped the door running to Star's. I rushed into her place without hesitation. I've been over at Star's so much that we might as well just move in together. That would be the dream. At least for me, I don't know about Star.

"Star? Where are you?" I panicked around like a headless chicken until I heard Star's chopped breaths in her bedroom. Star's apartment looked just like mine in layout, but she had decor. Not much. A white couch, white curtains. She loved white until you reached her bedroom. She had white bedsheets and vintage tables but she always had a little dash of colour. She had a sheer pink cloth draped from her ceiling that hung over her bed. A canopy! That's what they're called.

"There you are! What the hell is wrong?" I saw Star sitting at her vanity, cigarette in hand hanging over a crystal ashtray she loved. "Well, I kinda made a mistake. I went to untie my corset and I think I made it tighter. I can't untie it Mack." She flicked her ash as she wiped her makeup off with a wipe. "Jesus, Star. So you thought smoking would help?"

"Can you give me this lecture later? Just help me take it off." She huffed pushing her cigarette out in the crystal tray. I placed my beer on her vanity next to her makeup wipes. Star had tried her might to untie but the bow had turned into a knot. "Haha fine, you've suffered enough huh?"

"Very much so. I am so tired and sore. I know you don't like me talking about work but fuck Mack. These men think I'm a pretzel. My thighs are killing me." My nail caught onto the knot and I loosened it.

"Haha! But you kinda are Star. I'm 23 and I cannot wrap my ankles around my head but god forbid you still can." The ties unravelled against Star's back, and the corset created an imprint along her bare back stopping in the middle of her spine, whereas the string made its mark along her spine. "Still huh? Tell that to my hips...ha...it's funny. Well, not really if you think about it, but I would rather have my forehead pinned against a car window than in the motels. They're always quicker in cars." Star giggled throwing a makeup wipe in a trash bin, pulling a few glass bottles forward. I knew they were skincare, but the only skincare I knew of was moisturizer, sunscreen and cleanser. Hers looked so foreign to me. Star said I needed something that would make me 'look' less oily.

"Haha," I laughed nervously. "Well that makes sense, carpool lanes can be busy." Star snorted as she rubbed a milky-white serum on her cheeks and forehead trying to raise her eyebrows. "Oh my god shut up." She joked elbowing my hip. All of the strings of her corset were loose enough for her to remove. Star stopped her skin routine to hold the corset against her chest. She stood up kicking off her massive heels. She spun around my body turning her back to face me. She let her arms go off her chest, as the corset dropped to the floor. I peered away swiftly, however, I did take notice of Star's body move in her vanity mirror. The way Star's warm ivory skin radiated from the lightbulbs next to her bed. Her skin was golden silk. Her somewhat nude body always caught my attention. As she silently moved across the laminate floor. Her ruffled underwear slipped off tossing it on the foot of her bed, only wearing her thigh garters. The little cluster of scars on her arm from some freak accident in her childhood showed prominently as she trotted over to a large basket full of clothes. Rummaging her beloved favourites. "So you thought it was a good idea to drink more beer after dinner huh?" Star's eyes met mine in the vanity. I suppose she noticed I was watching her, or she's always known. "To be frank, I may or may not have gotten groceries in a bit." I pivoted my ankles facing Star, stretching my arms out to fetch my beer and taking a sip. Star froze her search in the basket cocking her head over to me. "Are you serious Mack!? I told you Monday you should've come with me to get groceries! What do you have for food?!" Star quit making decisions as she leaned forward for her silk rope slipping it on her arms. "Um..well...I have the rest of my 6 pack of beer."

"I see that Mack. I didn't ask about that, I asked about food." Star slipped her bare feet into a pair of white fuzzy slippers towards me. Her shoulder brushed mine as she ripped bobby pins and elastics out of her hair. "You remember that 24 pack of water from Costco?"

"Jesus Christ Mack! You have to stop doing this. Every month you do this, you scrimp and save thinking something bad will happen but you refuse to buy groceries!" Star clenched her hands on either side of my biceps giving me a small shake. "Haha...come on doll, I just forgot. That's all." I pulled away from her arms. Star huffed as her eyes rolled back. "Fine! But, you're going grocery shopping with me tomorrow." Star ushered me out of her room to the living room. Star bent her arm beside the coffee table to grab the tv remote. "You want to finish that show we were watching?" The TV light glowed with the Netflix logo popped up.

I hate to say Star was never confrontational with me, but she was. We would bicker over things but it would never escalate. She's normally a bubbly and cheery personality, though, I've seen Star drag a John 3 blocks by his ankles to an ATM. She has her moments and uses them wisely. "Sure, but I thought you didn't like it? Too scary for you remember?"

"For me yes, you had one more episode but I'm in the mood for toast. You want a slice?" Star sauntered to her little kitchenette for bread and perhaps peanut butter. I hope.

"Sure, why not. What harm can bread do before bed." I slumped into Star's well-loved white couch. Its grooves made my ass a permanent residence known all too well. I left the right corner for Star, as I knew if I dared to sit there I would be scooched immediately.

"Mack, I think you get nightmares from eating sugar before bed, not bread." Star chuckled dropping two pieces of toast in the toaster. In a thankful sight, I saw the smooth peanut butter. Star and I both agree Chunky Peanut is god-awful.

"You may be right, but I swear last time I ate peanut butter toast this late I had that one dream of that freaky amputee girl, you remember? With the glass eye?"

"Haha! Coco! I knew she freaked you out. What kind of dream?"

"Yeah, she freaks me the fuck out. High on fent and wobbling around on a makeshift leg, that girl can cause carpet burn on that broom handle."

"Mack!"

"Haha, I'm just saying that woman was rode hard and put away wet. Anyway, I always have the same nightmare that I'm walking home from work, looking for you and Coco comes up behind me. The chick comes running at me like Usain Bolt." I leaned back onto the couch as I saw Star come around with two plates.

"Maybe you need to take a new route." Star plobbed herself in her usual spot. As she handed me a plate. "Maybe you need a new job Star." My show began without a hitch as Star rustled around to get comfortable. "Mack," She sighed. "Darling in a perfect world that can work, but honey, I'm 57 years old. I've been doing this work since I was your age. I don't know how to do anything else." She muttered as she bit into the corner of her toast.

"I know honey, but there are alternatives. I just don't want you to get hurt." I finished my slice of toast quicker than Star, I leaned forward to place the plate on the coffee table. I slumped back into the cushions stretching my arms out on the backrest. "You're such a worrier. That's all you do. You're too young to worry so much."

"Yeah, I guess so." I huffed, as I held my tongue back. What I wanted to say could throw Star off. She wanted a best friend, I wanted her for more. So much more.

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The ending to my show was shit. The entire series was gory and full of horror, so why is it the last goddamn episode has to be so mushy and lovey-dovey. Star actually liked it. Well, half of it that is. She fell asleep mid-way. Curled up resting her head on the armrest. I slowly got up from my spot not to wake her. Star says she doesn't snore, but I beg to differ. They're faint, but her snores are cute. Especially when she's in a good sleep and you notice a little drool. I picked up our plates bringing them to the sink. I tried my best to quietly turn the faucet to wash the dishes. I didn't want Star to wake up to anything dirty. I nested them into her drying rack as I flicked on the overhead stove light. I tip-toed back to where Star was asleep, turning off the TV. I made my way to the front door before rethinking that decision. I halted to see Star's hands were locked between her thighs. I bet she was cold in her robe. I got close enough to Star to grab the white throw blanket draped on the couch, unfolding it to lay across her. Making sure her feet were covered as well.

I wanted to stay with her, I wanted to kiss her forehead. I had to stop myself before I did something I'd regret. Maybe it was the booze, or maybe it was just me. Being me. I cannot help it, Star's everything to me.

"Goodnight Star," I whispered before opening the door. I locked the door before I left Star's apartment. The cold night air hit me roughly enough to lose my breath. I ran back to my unlocked apartment locking up for the night.

"Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are." - Anaïs Nin 

[honeyhaeya]

✧.*⑅˖♡On My Command MASTERLIST♡⁠˖⑅*⁠.⁠✧

LAZY EDIT

heya, heya, heya! aeya here!: I jus' want to let yk that requests are now open! Feel free to suggest and I will be writing it, hehehe. —bummer, no one wanna though.

My first ever story & series posted here on Tumblr! Yey! Promoting my Wattpad >w< @muuimihanmal_writes - The link is from Wattpad also posted by me ^^ but dw, if you dont have a Wattpad acc, just check the chapter down below!

On My Command

SEVENTEEN FANFICTION (Series)

AFAB!READER x SEVENTEEN - MNDI GENRE: Mafia, Businesses, Dark Romance, Smut, Gangs, RomCom, Action, Fem!Reader x Mafia!Seventeen, Baddie!Reader x Businessmen!Seventeen Status: ONGOING (stopped until someone convinces me to continue) ⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️: Smut, Kissing, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex (though some have), Mention of Birth Controls, Gunshots, Blood, Fingering, Squirting, Language, Manipulation, Fighting, Action, Pet Names, Size kinks. ♡-Mention of other groups like TXT, EXO, ENHA, G-IDLE, LE SSERA, NCT DREAM, RIIZE (THIS IS A SERIES SO IG I WILL BE ADDING MORE TO THAN THESE WARNINGS) - MDNI OR I WILL BLOCK THOSE WITHOUT AGE INDICATOR ON BIO READER IS NAMED LI MEI QIANG!!! >>>> IMAGES ARE FROM PINTEREST so yeah, ctto. Also, there will be a 1st person POV 'cause I like starting from Y/N's POV at every story I make. Lmao. Enjoy babies. ♡

PREVIEW: YN POV: I had always thought I would live out the rest of my days aging quietly and dying a mundane death. My life seemed devoid of surprises until I turned 23. Suddenly, I found myself entangled with businesses, gangs, and even dangerous mafias. Who could have imagined my life would take such an exhilarating turn? At last, I had something new to experience in my previously dull existence. Now, I could finally put my unique ability to good use-an ability to manipulate, honed by my deep understanding of psychology, in situations that were both serious and thrilling. Would I able to handle this serious turn of events? You're damn right I can.

> CHAPTER 1

tags: gunshots, blood, language, manipulation, fighting, action

> CHAPTER 2

tags: language, kissing, making out (w/joshujii), persistence

> CHAPTER 3

tags: kidnapping, nonconsent, making out, needles, blood, language, manipulation

> CHAPTER 4

tags: gunshots, blood, language, manipulation

a/n: sorry guys, i only recently uploaded this story on tumblr so yeah, still working on other chapters (hehe)

do check this story out on wattpad since ive already uploaded a bunch of chapters there (though still unfinished) but yeah, busy with college and stuffs (my damn job) as well so i dont think i can update frequently. PLEASE ENJOY THOUGH

[bettystonewell]

PART 1: THE MARK OF CAIN

Main Masterlist || On AO3 || On Wattpad

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Aussie!Reader

Summary: You knew you were screwed. Everything had been off since the moment you’d woken up in that hospital after your night out. But it wasn’t until you were accused of international fraud and taken to the local police station that it became clear, you were well and truly fucked. At least Agent Smith seemed to believe you and had an inkling as to what the wounds were on your body. You had been given fresh hope and the end was in sight. Or was it?

Word Count: 283k words

Tags: strangers to lovers, slow burn, eventual SMUT, ret-gone, mystery, language, Aussie slang and references (to the point it’s crack sometimes), Dean bears the Mark of Cain

A/N: As requested, welcome to the world of Glowworm. This was my very first fic. She’s a little rough around the edges, and to quote Dean in 11x04 - “Mistakes were made, mm-hmm,” but that just makes her even more Hard-Yakka.

The story follows a timeline made by hells_half_acre on Livejournal, and starts off mid Season nine, weaving in and out of canon. It is currently on hiatus, but with 60 chapters spread over two parts to catch up on, who knows, maybe it will be completed by the time we get there.

I’m tossing up whether to post this weekly or twice a week because I’m also still uploading To You I Belong. Let me know what you’d prefer. Enjoy! - Beth ❤️

*I've paused uploading the story for now, but you can find it in full on AO3 and Wattpad using the links above, including the second part

1. You Don't Exist

2. The Fugitive and Her Keeper

3. It's All in the Details

4. What's the Time Mr Wolf

5. The Bunker

6. Home Alone (with Kevin Tran)

7. Get Inked

8. Always Feels Like Tuesday

9. Little Koala

10. Location, Location, Location

11. We're Both Fine

12. Room 7B

13. The Demon and the Glowworm

14. Why My Foot?

15. The Wizard and Her Wand

16. Ask Jeeves

17. It Was Dean Winchester, at the Impala, with the Handcuffs

18. Hex Bags and Girly Girls Don't Mix

19. Ageless

20. Teenagers Aren't Monsters

21. The Blood on His Hands

22. Tell Me Your Story

23. One Whole Year

24. A Slice of Apple Pie

25. Was it Bach, or Simpson?

26. Two Redheads Aren't Better Than One

27. Honey and Babe

28. Tonight I'm Getting Over You

29. The Deal

30. My Door is Always Open

31. Waiting With the Enemy

32. When Later Becomes Now

33. A Few Days of Snow

34. How to Play Nice and Influence Hunters

35. Cruel Jokes

36. Sheriffs and Angels

37. Keeping It Happy

38. What's Your Number Winchester?

39. There has to be Another Way

40. The Truth Hurts (but so can Withholding It)

41. Whoever Said Romance is Dead, was Wrong

42. Honey and Babe 2.0

43. Doors That Open and Close

44. The Not So Calm Before the Storm

45. It Started and Ended with Charlie

46. Removing the Mark

47. The Exact Time and Place

48. Part Two Teaser

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[duachai]

HANA, DUL, SET : 108 - PARK SUNGHOON

my hands on you.

Girl(Boy), you should taste the water from your well 

♱ PAIRING : PARK SUNGHOON X MALE READER ♱ CONTENT WARNING : This chapter contains explicit sexual content and mature themes. Stop and start after the 🤍 if you want to skip. ♱ AUTHOR'S NOTE : I know my choice of making Sunghoon a bottom is uncommon lol, but I had to, sorry not sorry. I'd like to think that they don't necessarily care who is inside who, but also I purposely made Sunghoon infatuated with M/n, so why would he not want that satisfaction? I just like the idea of seeing tall, little muscular Sunghoon completely faltering over his boy lol. But ladies and gentlemen... we are 2 chapters out from the end... how do you feel?

LINKS : Wattpad | Book Link | Masterlist

The courtroom was eerily quiet, save for the faint creak of the wooden chairs and the occasional shuffle of papers. M/n sat at the long, polished table at the front of the room, his mother seated beside him. Her hands were clasped tightly around his in his lap as she muttered soft prayers, offering strength as they waited for the proceedings to begin.

Behind them, the entire Enha team sat in solidarity. Their faces were a mix of quiet determination and subtle nervousness, with Sunghoon sitting at the edge of his seat, his hands clasped on top of his bounce knee in anticipation.

Coach Park, standing beside M/n, was the picture of calm professionalism. He straightened his tie and cleared his throat as the lead official, an older man with a weathered face and piercing eyes, called the session to order.

"We are here to review the appeal of Shin M/n for eligibility to compete in this season's volleyball league," the official announced. "Coach Park, you may present your case."

Coach Park stepped forward; his voice steady as he began. "Ladies and gentlemen, Shin M/n has demonstrated not only exceptional athletic ability but also a genuine commitment to improving himself as a player and a teammate. The events involving Fifty-Forty are regrettable, but they were instigated by individuals who targeted him unjustly. M/n has shown resilience and maturity since joining our team, and I firmly believe he deserves a second chance."

As Coach Park spoke, M/n kept his head down, his fingers nervously playing with the hem of the itchy girly sweater his mother had brought to him.

The official nodded, glancing at the papers in front of him. "While we acknowledge his recent efforts, there is still the matter of his history. Multiple altercations, both on and off the court; these incidents cannot be ignored. The league holds its players to a high standard of conduct."

M/n's heart sank as the official's words cut through him like a blade. "May I speak?" M/n asked quietly, his voice barely audible.

The official gestured for him to proceed.

Taking a deep breath, M/n stood. "I know I've made mistakes, and I take full responsibility for them. But I've worked so hard to move past those mistakes. Volleyball is everything to me and it's the one thing that's kept me going, even when things got tough. All I'm asking for is a chance to prove that I can do it, and I can do it right."

The room fell silent. M/n sat down, his mother giving his hand another squeeze.

The officials exchanged whispers; their expressions unreadable. Finally, the lead official spoke again. "After careful consideration, we have decided to deny this appeal. Shin M/n will not be eligible to compete this season. This decision is final, but we think it's too soon to be completely sure there will not be a repeat offense. As for the team, we will appoint a few substitutions in the meantime."

Of M/n's stomach dropped. The words echoed in his ears as the team behind him let out audible gasps of disbelief. His mother pulled him into a hug, whispering softly, "You're strong, M/n. You'll get through this."

The team exited the courtroom with him, their voices low as they tried to console him.

"That's bullshit," Heeseung muttered, frustration lacing his tone.

Jay nodded in agreement. "This really all Fifty-Forty's fault."

Sunghoon was the last to leave, walking beside M/n in silence. Once they were outside, Sunghoon stopped and gently grabbed M/n's wrist, his eyes filled with a mix of condolence and a little bit of anger.

"Come with me for a sec'," Sunghoon said softly.

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows over the quiet streets as M/n and Sunghoon walked side by side. The others had gone ahead to the restaurant Coach Park had planned for dinner, giving the two some much-needed space.

M/n shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, his head hanging low. "I fucked up," he muttered.

"You didn't," Sunghoon said firmly, glancing over at him. "They just don't know what they're missing. It's their loss, not yours."

M/n huffed a bitter laugh. "Yeah, sure feels like that right now." He kicked a loose pebble along the sidewalk, watching as it skittered into the gutter. "I worked so hard to get here, Sunghoon. And for what? To sit on the sidelines like some benchwarmer?"

Sunghoon stopped walking and grabbed M/n's arm, spinning him around to face him. His eyes glittered with intensity, his grip firm but not forceful. "Listen to me. You are not just some benchwarmer. You're one of the best players I've ever seen. And if the league won't let you prove that, then I will."

M/n blinked, taken aback. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm going to make sure Fifty-Forty pays for what they did to you," Sunghoon said, his jaw tightening. "Every point, every set, every match, we'll crush them. And when we do, it'll be for you."

"Sunghoon, you don't have to-"

"I want to," Sunghoon interrupted, his voice softening. "Because you deserve it. And because I-" He paused, his cheeks tinting pink as he broke eye contact, looking down at the ground instead. "I care about you, okay? More than I probably should."

M/n's heart skipped a beat. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. The vulnerability in Sunghoon's voice, the way his hand still lingered on his arm, it was overwhelming in the best way.

"Sunghoon..." M/n started, his voice trailing off.

Before he could say anything else, Sunghoon let go and took a step back, running a hand through his hair. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make this weird. Let's just let's head to dinner, okay?"

M/n grabbed Sunghoon's hand before he could walk away. "Thank you," he said quietly. "For everything. You mean more to me than you realize."

Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, the world around them seemed to fade away.

But then Sunghoon cleared his throat and gave a small, nervous smile. "Come on, the others are probably waiting for us.

Reluctantly, M/n let go of his hand, and they continued walking toward the restaurant.

The restaurant was alive with chatter, the team settled around a large table with dishes of steaming food. The laughter and clinking of glasses almost drowned out the soft tension lingering beneath the surface. M/n sat quietly at the end of the table, poking at his food while trying not to feel like an outsider... again.

Across the table, Jake stood abruptly, drawing everyone's attention. He cleared his throat, his gaze flicking briefly to M/n before settling on the table. "Uh, hey, can I have everyone's attention for a sec?"

The team quieted down, eyes turning to Jake, who shifted awkwardly under the weight of their stares.

"So, uh... I've been kind of a jerk," Jake began, his voice steady but earnest. "Especially to you, M/n."

M/n blinked in surprise, sitting up straighter. "Me?"

"Yeah," Jake said, scratching the back of his neck. "I've been... suspicious of you. Like, I thought maybe you were just using us or something. But I realize now that I was wrong. You've been nothing but genuine, and you're trying your best to be part of this team. I should've seen that sooner."

The table was silent for a moment, everyone exchanging glances. Jake took a deep breath and looked directly at M/n.

"I'm sorry, man. I messed up, and I hope you can forgive me."

M/n's expression softened, the tension in his shoulders easing. "Jake... I appreciate that. And I get it, I wasn't exactly open about myself when I first got here. But I'm not here to hurt anyone. I just want to be part of something again."

Jake nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "We want you to be part of it, too. Right, guys?"

A chorus of agreement rippled around the table, and M/n couldn't help but smile, feeling a little lighter.

Heesung, who had been unusually quiet, suddenly let out a dreamy sigh. "Wow, Babe. That was... so mature of you."

The team collectively groaned as Heesung leaned on the table, propping his chin on his hand and gazing at Jake with starry eyes.

"Here we go again," Niki muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Do you have to be like this every time I say something serious?" Jake groaned, but his ears were noticeably red.

"Can you blame me?" Heesung shot back with a playful grin. "You're like... the perfect man."

"Alright, that's enough," Coach Park interjected, barely containing a laugh as Jake buried his face in his hands, Heesung winking at him from across the table.

M/n chuckled softly, the awkwardness melting away as the team settled back into their usual dynamic.

As the plates were cleared, Coach Park clinked his fork against a glass, drawing everyone's attention. "Alright, since this is a special night, I thought we'd make it even more special." He gestured to the waiter, who approached with a bottle of wine. "One bottle, strictly for the adults," Coach Park teased, raising an eyebrow at the boys.

Heeseung smirked, shooting a look at Jake. "Adults, huh? Define 'adult.'"

"Legally? Not you," Coach Park shot back, earning a chorus of laughter.

But as the waiter poured glasses for Coach Park and M/n's mother, Heeseung made his move. With a practiced sleight of hand, he stood up, pretended to drop something, swiped the bottle then walked carefully to the end of the table where M/n and Sunghoon was, "For the new couple." Heeseung whispered with a conspiratorial grin.

Sunghoon hesitated but grabbed the bottle and poured some into his empty soda cup, ultimately taking a sip, his nose scrunching up at the sharp taste. "That's... strong," he muttered.

M/n took a tentative sip as well, feeling the slight burn of the wine as it slid down his throat. He glanced at Sunghoon and couldn't help but laugh at his reaction.

"What?" Sunghoon asked, his cheeks pink, whether from the wine or embarrassment, M/n couldn't tell.

"You look like you just ate a lemon," M/n teased, his grin widening.

Sunghoon nudged him with his shoulder, a smile tugging at his lips. "I'm not used to this stuff, okay?"

The moment felt private, even amidst the bustling table. For a brief second, it was just the two of them, sharing quiet laughter as the world faded into the background.

As the night wound down, Coach Park stood to settle the bill, and M/n's mother gave him a soft pat on the shoulder. "You'll be alright, sweetheart. And I'm sorry I can take you home, but you'll sleep over at the Park's," she said gently.

M/n nodded, her words comforting even as the ache in his chest lingered.

When the team began gathering their things to leave, Sunghoon turned to M/n. "You're coming with me tonight."

M/n blinked, startled. "Sunghoon, I-"

"Nope." Sunghoon's tone was firm but kind. "You need a place to stay, and I've got one. Plus, my dad will kill me if I leave you on your own after today."

M/n hesitated, his gaze flicking toward Sunghoon's earnest expression. Finally, he nodded. "Alright. Thanks."

The team exchanged knowing glances but said nothing, their goodbyes filled with warmth and encouragement as everyone dispersed into the night.

The ride to Sunghoon's house was quiet but comfortable, the hum of the car engine filling the silence. M/n leaned his head against Sunghoon's shoulder, watching the city lights blur together as they drove through the quiet streets. Sunghoon glanced at him a few times but didn't say anything, respecting the calm that had settled between them.

When they arrived, Sunghoon led M/n inside, the familiar warmth of the house wrapping around them. "My dad's is gonna stay out for a bit," Sunghoon said casually, taking off his shoes by the door. "It's just us."

M/n hummed in acknowledgment, following Sunghoon upstairs to his room. The space was neat and organized still, just like the first time he came over.

M/n tossed his bag onto a chair and sat on the edge of the bed, stripping from the itchy sweater down to his shite t-shirt underneath. As he leaned back, he sighed. "Today was... a lot."

Sunghoon sat down beside him, close enough that their shoulders brushed. "Yeah, it was. But you handled it. That's what matters."

M/n turned his head to look at Sunghoon, studying his profile. "You've been... really good to me, you know that?"

Sunghoon blinked, caught off guard by the sudden compliment. "You keep saying that. I'm not really doing that much."

M/n's chest tightened, a warmth spreading through him that he hadn't felt in a long time. "You are doing enough."

The room fell into a comfortable silence, the weight of the day slowly melting away. M/n laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Sunghoon hesitated for a moment before lying down beside him, his movements careful and deliberate.

They lay there, side by side, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows across the room. After a few minutes, M/n turned his head to look at Sunghoon again, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Your bed's really comfortable," M/n said, his tone light and teasing.

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged at his lips. "Glad it meets your high standards."

M/n chuckled softly, and without thinking, he reached out to poke Sunghoon's side. Sunghoon flinched, a quiet laugh escaping him.

"Ticklish?" M/n asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No," Sunghoon lied, his voice a little too high-pitched to be convincing.

M/n grinned mischievously, his fingers darting toward Sunghoon's ribs. Sunghoon squirmed, laughing despite himself. "Stop! M/n, I swear-"

Their playful wrestling ended with Sunghoon pinned beneath M/n, both of them breathless and laughing. The air shifted slightly as their laughter faded, replaced by a quiet tension.

Sunghoon's face was flushed, his eyes wide as he looked up at M/n. "You're... really close," he murmured.

M/n's smile softened, his gaze searching Sunghoon's face. "Is that a bad thing?"

Sunghoon swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. "No."

M/n leaned in slightly, his heart pounding in his chest. For a moment, it felt like the world had narrowed down to just the two of them.

"Can we... pick up from where we left off?"

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"Mm," M/n hummed in agreement. Sunghoon's eyes fluttered closed as M/n's face inched closer, their breaths mingling. He could feel the warmth radiating off M/n's body, making his skin tingle with anticipation. Slowly, hesitantly, he tilted his head down, their noses brushing against each other.

He hesitated briefly, giving M/n time to break away and say no, but before he knew it the gap was closed and their lips pressed softly against each other's. The kiss was gentle at first, one that wavered all the pervious feelings away. But as the moment stretched on, Sunghoon found himself deepening the kiss, parting his lips slightly to allow M/n to do the same.

M/n met him halfway, their lips fitting perfectly together. One of Sunghoon's hand came up to cup M/n's cheek while the other stayed firmly planted against the mattress beside his head, careful not to put too much weight on him.

Sunghoon's shuddered as M/n's cold hands slid beneath his shirt, the surprising chill causing his skin to pebble and his back arch involuntarily. A soft gasp escaped his cherry tinted lips, followed by a quiet moan that mingled in M/n's mouth. "A-ah..."

M/n smiled into the kiss hearing a sound of pleasure. Sunghoon savored the feeling of the smile and saw that as an opportunity to return the feeling. Sunghoon's fingers, now ducked into M/n's t-shirt, brushed against one of M/n's sensitive nipples, teasing it gently before wrapping his fingers around the hardened nub, giving it a gentle squeeze. M/n let out a startled yelp into the kiss, his back arching further as he pressed his chest against Sunghoon's hand.

M/n's body throbbed for more.

Continuing the gentle torture, Sunghoon rolled the nipple between his thumb and finger, eliciting another breathy moan from M/n. He could feel M/n's heart racing between his palm, matching his own frantic rhythm. Their kiss became more intense, tongues exploring each other's mouth.

Sunghoon's other hand migrated to M/n's waist, his fingers exploring the sensitive skin just above the waistband of his pants. He could feel M/n trembling slightly against him, both from the sensation of his touch and the heat mounting between them.

"Sunghoon... please," M/n whined a a little, pushing Sunghoon's hand further down to his hard.

At M/n's desperate plea, Sunghoon's hand delved further into the waistband of M/n's dress pants, his fingers wrapping around the warm, hard length of M/n's erection. He gave it a few gentle strokes then spit in his hand for lubrication, feeling M/n's hips buck against his hand, "Like this?"

"Yes, just like that, sweetheart, fuck." M/n breathed, his hand resting on his forehead, his eyes closed and his face a little sweaty.

A small blush crept across his face at being called "sweetheart,' M/n's first pet name that wasn't said in teasing. With the guidance of M/n's free hand engulfed over his, Sunghoon picked up the pace of his strokes, his other hand palming himself at the same pace. He curled his fingers around M/n's length more tightly, his thumb rubbing the sensitive tip each time his reached the top of his stroke.

"M/n..." Sunghoon whined, unable to keep himself contained in just his pants. M/n leaned up, halting both of their movements for a moment. He attacked Sunghoon's skin with peppered kisses as he helped the latter out of his clothes and then himself. As their clothes disappeared, leaving them both bare and vulnerable, Sunghoon wrapped his fingers around himself again, mirroring M/n's movements as they sat knee to knee, stroking themselves in unison. He could feel the cool air against his heated skin, heightening the sensation.

With his free hand, M/n pulled Sunghoon closer by the locks of his hair. As M/n tugged gently on his hair, Sunghoon could feel his breath hitch in his throat. His arm wrapped around M/n's waist; forehead knocked together as they lips parted and moans spilled into each other's mouths, their bodies now completely entangled.

Their movements became more urgent, their strokes faster and tighter. The room filled with sound of their ragged breath and the wet, slick sounds of their hands working. Sunghoon could feel the heat building his stomach, his muscles tensing as he got closer to the edge.

M/n... I'm gonna..." He warned his voice barely a whisper, his face contorting with the effort of holding back. He could feel M/n's hot breath against his face.

"Go, baby... together," With a final stroke, they both bend over on each other, pleasure coursing through their bodies in hot waves. Their forehead pressing together, breath mingling, they rode out their orgasms with muffled moans, hands still wrapped around each other's sensitive lengths.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Sunghoon found himself still aroused, their mixed releases coating their fingers. He looked into M/n's eyes, seeing the same unquenched desire reflected at him.

They had time. They wanted more.

M/n found himself on his back once again. Sunghoon threw his legs over M/n's waist, straddling him possessively. His hands covered M/n's wondering ones over his body as he prepared himself with the bit of lotion he could find on his nightstand.

Their eyes locked intensely as he positioned himself, one hand supporting his weight on M/n's chest, the other guiding M/n's hard length to his entrance. M/n placed his hand over Sunghoon's, the other on his waist as he guided Sunghoon onto himself.

Sunghoon eased himself down slowly, feeling himself stretch open around M/n. A mix of pleasure and slight pain crossed his features, a quiet gasp and whimper escaping his lips. Once fully taken, he took a breath before lifting himself slightly, and then sliding back down.

"Fuck..." They said in unison.

The sensation of being filled so completely with M/n's length dragging against his walls with each movement was overwhelming. Sunghoon began to bounce on M/n's lap, his hands braced on his shoulders as he rode him hard and fast, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

M/n's hands gripped Sunghoon's hips tightly, assisting the swift movements with short thrusts, Sunghoon arched his back, tilting his hips to take M/n even deeper. Pleasure spiked through every nerve ending as M/n hit his prostate with each thrust, "Fuck, M/n... fuck." Sunghoon whimpered, his thighs clenching.

Leaning down, Sunghoon sprawled out against M/n's body, his lips taking back their place on his as he arched his back, keeping his pace fast and rhythmic. M/n whispered sweet nothing and encouragement in his ear. His body tensed, his muscles quivering as he continued to impale himself on M/n length, He could feel the sweat slicking their bodies together as they moved, their bodies intertwining.

As he rode M/n, Sunghoon could feel himself teetering on the edge one more, the pleasure building to a crescendo. M/n's lips moved against his, their kiss sloppy and desperate as they both chased at their releases. "M-M/n, I'm gonna come... please, fuck, please!" Sunghoon practically screamed, lifting off M/n as he rapidly sped up.

"Mm, go, baby," M/n encouraged. With a final, powerful thrust, Sunghoon buried himself to the hilt of M/n, and came hard, his orgasm hitting him like a truck. His body shook, his vision blurred, and his screams of pleasure were muffled against M/n's mouth.

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Sunghoon slumped forward, his forehead resting against M/n's sweat-slicked chest, his breath coming in ragged pulls. His body felt limp with exhaustion, utterly drained from the intense pleasure they'd just shared. He could feel M/n's heartbeat against his chest, pounding just as fast he smiled to himself a little.

As they lay there, wrapped around each other in a sweaty, tangled mess, the room slowly cooled around them, but they remained motionless, lost in the afterglow of their intense lovemaking, "M/n.." Sunghoon whispered, his voice hoarse.

"Yes, sweetheart?" M/n asked, stroking Sunghoon's black strands from stuck on his forehead with sweat.

Sunghoon inhaled sharply as M/n tenderly brushed the sweat-drenched hair from his forehead, the gentle touch sending a pleasant shiver down his spine despite his exhaustion. He gazed up into M/n's eyes, a soft, loving smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Did I pass the boyfriend initiation?" 

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The next two weeks flew by in a whirlwind of drills, strategy meetings, and intense matches. The league season had finally begun, and the Enha team wasted no time proving their mettle. With each game, their chemistry on the court grew stronger, their movements fluid and synchronized as they dominated their opponents.

M/n watched from the sidelines with Coach Park, a clipboard in hand and a sharp eye on the games. Though he wasn't on the court, he poured his heart into supporting the team, offering advice during timeouts, studying their opponents' strategies, and cheering louder than anyone when they scored.

"Nice block, Heeseung!" M/n called out during their third match of the league, his voice cutting through the roaring crowd. Heeseung glanced back at him with a smile and a thumbs up before refocusing on the game.

Coach Park leaned over, his tone approving. "You've got a good eye, M/n. Keep it up."

M/n smiled at the praise, feeling a sense of pride swell in his chest. Despite not being able to play, he had found his place within the team, and it was more fulfilling than he had expected.

The final whistle blew, signaling another victory for Enha. The players erupted into cheers, huddling together in celebration. Sunghoon turned toward the sideline, his gaze immediately finding M/n. He gave a small, triumphant grin, his eyes shining with pride.

M/n clapped for them, feeling a mix of joy and longing. He couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to be out there with them, sharing in their triumphs on the court.

As the team exited the gym, Coach Park gathered them for a quick debrief. "Great work today, everyone. Keep this momentum going, and we'll be in the finals before you know it. Now, go home and rest up. We've got another match tomorrow."

The players nodded, their excitement still palpable as they grabbed their bags and headed out.

Meanwhile, news of Fifty-Forty's performance spread like wildfire. They were just as dominant, crushing their opponents with ruthless efficiency.

In the stands during one of their matches, M/n sat beside Sunghoon, their expressions tense as they watched Fifty-Forty dismantle yet another team.

"They're no joke," Sunghoon muttered, his jaw clenched.

M/n nodded, his eyes narrowing as he studied Fifty-Forty's captain. "They're strong, but they've got weaknesses like everyone else."

Sunghoon glanced at him, a flicker of admiration in his eyes. "You're always thinking ahead, huh?"

M/n shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Someone has to."

The tension between the two teams continued to build, the inevitable clash looming closer with each passing match. The air was thick with anticipation, both on and off the court, as everyone braced for what was sure to be an explosive showdown.

-

The gymnasium was alive with energy, the stands packed with fans, their cheers reverberating off the walls. Signs and banners waved in the air, half supporting Enha, the other half cheering for Fifty-Forty. The tension was palpable as the two rival teams stepped onto the court; their expressions hardened with determination.

M/n sat on the sidelines next to Coach Park, his hands gripping the edge of his seat. His heart pounded as he watched his teammates stretch and warm up, their usual lighthearted banter replaced with a tense silence.

"You okay?" Coach Park asked, noticing M/n's rigid posture.

M/n exhaled deeply, forcing a small smile. "Yeah. I just... hate that I can't be out there with them."

Coach Park gave a reassuring nod. "You're part of this team, M/n. Don't forget that."

The referee's whistle cut through the noise, signaling the start of the match. The players took their positions, and the crowd roared in anticipation.

Enha started strong, their teamwork shining as they secured the first set. Heeseung's powerful spikes and Sunghoon's precise serves had the audience on their feet, cheering wildly.

"Let's go, Enha!" M/n shouted, his voice hoarse from yelling.

But Fifty-Forty wasn't going down without a fight. Their captain, a towering figure with a cocky smirk, rallied his team with sharp commands.

"Is that all you've got, Sunghoon?" Wonbin sneered after expertly blocking one of Sunghoon's spikes.

Sunghoon's jaw tightened, his glare icy as he repositioned himself.

From the sidelines, M/n bristled at the taunt. He clenched his fists, wishing he could step onto the court and shut Wonbin up himself.

The second set was a turning point. Fifty-Forty came out swinging, their aggressive playstyle rattling Ehna. Their constant taunts chipped away at the team's focus, and unforced errors began to pile up.

"Shake it off, guys!" Heeseung called out, trying to rally his teammates.

But the momentum had shifted. Fifty-Forty took the second set with a commanding lead, their fans erupting in celebration.

M/n felt helpless as he watched his team falter. Sunghoon, usually composed and confident, looked visibly frustrated. Jake's usual precision wavered, and Heeseung's attempts to keep morale high were met with silence.

The third and final set was brutal. Fifty-Forty's relentless attacks and flawless defense left Enha scrambling. The gym grew quieter with each point they lost, the once-boisterous cheers of Enha's fans replaced with murmurs of concern.

When the final whistle blew, the scoreboard read 25-18 in Fifty-Forty's favor.

The gym fell silent for a moment before Fifty-Forty's fans erupted into cheers. Their players celebrated on the court, high-fiving and smirking at their defeated opponents.

Enha, on the other hand, stood frozen, their heads hanging low. M/n's heart ached as he watched his friends walk off the court, their shoulders slumped in defeat. He wanted to say something, anything, to lift their spirits, but no words came to him.

Coach Park stood and clapped his hands loudly. "Heads up, team! This is just one game. Learn from it and move forward."

The team nodded half-heartedly; their spirits clearly crushed.

As they walked past the sidelines, M/n reached out and lightly grabbed Sunghoon's wrist. "Hey," he said softly.

Sunghoon glanced at him, his eyes filled with frustration and something else, something M/n couldn't quite place.

"You did great," M/n said, his voice firm. "Don't let them get in your head."

Sunghoon gave a small, strained smile and nodded before heading toward the locker room.

M/n watched him go, his chest tightening with a mix of pride and heartbreak.

The parking lot was dimly lit, the cold night air biting against Sunghoon's flushed skin. He had walked out to clear his head after the devastating loss, his duffle bag slung over one shoulder. His steps echoed in the empty space, his mind replaying the match over and over. The sting of defeat gnawed at him, but it wasn't just the loss, it was the way Fifty-Forty had dragged all of his work into their taunts.

"Sunghoon," a voice called out, sharp and mocking.

Sunghoon turned to see a group of Fifty-Forty players leaning casually against a car, their faces twisted with smug grins. Wonbin, intimidating, stepped forward, crossing his arms.

"Rough game," he said with faux sympathy. "Can't handle the pressure?"

Sunghoon ignored him and kept walking, his jaw clenched tightly.

But the taunts didn't stop.

"Still got your little cheerleader on the sidelines, though," another player jeered. "You think you can turn him out? Turn his little ass in your little personal fuck, 'casue it's not like he's better for anything else, right?"

Sunghoon froze. His grip on his bag tightened, and he slowly turned to face them, his eyes blazing. "Don't talk about him."

The captain smirked. "Why not? We know him the best. We don't blame you. I've had a try too. But it makes me wonder how long he'll stick around before he moves on."

"Shut up," Sunghoon said, his voice low and dangerous.

The group laughed, their mockery echoing in the empty lot.

"Or what?" the captain sneered. "You gonna hit me, pretty boy?"

Sunghoon dropped his bag and took a step forward. "Say one more thing about him. I dare you."

The tension snapped like a taut wire. Wonbin shoved Sunghoon, and before he could think, Sunghoon swung back. The fight erupted in an instant, punches flying as the other Fifty-Forty members joined in.

Sunghoon held his own, his movements fueled by anger and adrenaline, but the numbers weren't in his favor. A punch to his stomach doubled him over, and a shove sent him sprawling to the ground.

"Give it up, Park Sunghoon," one of them sneered, standing over him.

"Enough!"

The voice rang out, and suddenly the rest of Enha rushed into the scene. Heeseung and Jake pulled the Fifty-Forty players away, while Jay helped Sunghoon to his feet.

"What the hell is wrong with y'all?" Heeseung demanded, his voice sharp.

"Just teaching your captian a lesson," the captain said with a smirk before stepping back, his hands raised in mock surrender. "See you at the next match."

The Fifty-Forty players walked off, laughing amongst themselves, leaving Enha standing in the parking lot, seething with anger.

"You okay?" Jay asked, steadying Sunghoon.

Sunghoon nodded, wiping blood from his lip. "I'm fine."

Jake glared in the direction the other team had gone. "Those assholes... They're lucky we didn't take it further."

Heeseung placed a hand on Sunghoon's shoulder. "Why didn't you call us? You can't take them on alone."

Sunghoon looked down, his fists clenching at his sides. "They were talking about M/n. I couldn't just let it go."

Back in the locker room, the atmosphere was heavy. Sunghoon sat on the bench, a cold pack pressed against his cheek.

M/n rushed in moments later, his face pale with worry. "What happened? I just heard-"

He stopped short when he saw Sunghoon's bruised face. His eyes widened, and he dropped his bag, rushing to his side.

"Sunghoon, what the hell?" M/n asked, his voice tight with a mix of anger and concern.

"It's nothing," Sunghoon muttered, avoiding his gaze.

"Nothing?!" M/n crouched in front of him, his hands hovering uncertainly. "You're bleeding! Who did this?"

Sunghoon hesitated, then sighed. "Nobody... Fifty-Forty. They were... saying things. About you."

M/n's expression darkened. He stood abruptly, his fists clenched. "I'm going to-"

"No." Sunghoon grabbed his wrist, stopping him. "Don't. It's not worth it."

M/n looked down at him, his anger melting into guilt. "This is my fault. If I wasn't-"

"Stop," Sunghoon said firmly, his grip tightening. "It's not your fault. I'd do it again if it meant defending you."

M/n's breath hitched, his heart twisting. He sank back onto the bench beside Sunghoon, his head in his hands. "You're an idiot," he muttered, but his voice was soft, almost fond.

Sunghoon chuckled lightly, wincing at the movement. "Yeah. Guess I am."

-

The echo of raised voices filled the otherwise empty gymnasium as Coach Park and Coach Shin stood face to face, their tense postures mirroring the intensity of their words. The aftermath of the parking lot altercation had brought them to this moment, emotions boiling over like an untamed storm.

"This is unacceptable, Shin," Coach Park said sharply, his fists clenched at his sides. "Your players are out of control! Attacking one of mine in the parking lot? What kind of example are you setting?"

Coach Shin's jaw tightened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Don't stand there and pretend like you've got a team of angels, Park. I don't condone what happened, but my boys aren't the only ones with tempers. Maybe you should focus on keeping your own players in line."

"Keeping them in line?" Coach Park stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. "My players don't corner others in parking lots to throw punches. They don't spew venom about someone's past just to get a rise out of them. Your team is toxic, and you know it."

Coach Shin's expression darkened, and for a moment, his guard slipped. "You don't know anything about my team or what they've been through. M/n is my son, not yours. They're misunderstood, Park. You're so quick to judge, just like you always were."

Coach Park faltered, his anger momentarily giving way to something more vulnerable. "Misunderstood? That's your excuse? I'm not judging them; I'm holding you accountable. You're supposed to lead them, to teach them. Instead, you're letting them become bullies."

Coach Shin let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his hair. "You think it's that simple? Not everyone gets to lead a golden team like you, Park. I've had to fight tooth and nail for these boys, to keep them from falling apart. I'm doing the best I can."

"That's not good enough!" Coach Park's voice cracked, frustration bleeding into his tone. "Your 'best' isn't protecting them. Not protecting, M/n. It's enabling them. And it's hurting people like Sunghoon and your son."

The mention of M/n's name seemed to strike a nerve in Coach Shin, and his expression softened, just barely. "M/n doesn't need you to fight his battles. He's stronger than you think. I know that best."

"This isn't about his strength," Coach Park shot back. "It's about the fact that he shouldn't have to keep fighting, especially not against people who should know better. He's already been through enough."

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The weight of the conversation hung heavy between them, the silence filled with unspoken words and unhealed wounds.

"You've always been so self-righteous," Coach Shin finally said, his voice quieter now, almost tired. "Like you're the only one who cares. But you don't know everything, Park. You don't know what it's like to carry this kind of weight."

"And you don't know what it's like to lose someone because you refused to do the right thing," Coach Park replied, his voice steady but laced with emotion. "Is that what this is about, Shin? Are you still running from what happened back then?"

Coach Shin flinched, the words cutting deeper than he expected. "Don't," he warned, his voice trembling slightly.

"I'm not the one who left," Coach Park said softly, his gaze unwavering. "You did."

The tension shifted, the air between them charged with something far more personal than the fight in the parking lot. Both men stood there, locked in a standoff of old wounds and unresolved feelings, until finally, Coach Shin turned away.

"This isn't about us," he muttered, his shoulders tense. "It's about the kids."

"You're right," Coach Park said, his voice firm. "So, start acting like it. Fix this, Shin. Before it gets worse."

Coach Shin didn't respond. Instead, he walked away, leaving Coach Park standing alone in the dimly lit gym, his heart heavy with both the present conflict and the echoes of the past.

The last echo of footsteps faded down the hallway as the gym doors creaked shut. Coach Park stood alone in the center of the court, the faint hum of the overhead lights casting long, wavering shadows around him. The gym felt vast and hollow, a stark contrast to the earlier chaos of raised voices and clashing egos.

He exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through his hair as he glanced around. The court, once filled with the sound of squeaking sneakers and competitive laughter, now felt like a museum of memories, some warm, others sharp and aching.

His gaze shifted to the far corner, where a scuff mark on the polished wood caught his eye. It was nothing extraordinary, just another blemish from a hard-fought practice, but it tugged at something deep in his chest. He could almost hear the laughter, see the vibrant energy of a younger Shin, diving for a ball, flashing that cocky grin that had once made Park's heart skip a beat.

He closed his eyes, willing the memory away, but it was no use. The past came flooding back with the force of a wave, shared moments under the glaring gym lights, stolen conversations after practices, and the way Shin's voice used to soften, just slightly, when he was speaking to Park.

"Why did you have to make it so hard?" Park muttered under his breath, his voice barely above a whisper. His words echoed faintly in the empty space, a reminder of just how alone he felt.

His shoulders sagged as the weight of it all pressed down on him; the conflict with Shin, the responsibility he felt for his team, and the gnawing regret that had lingered for years. He thought he had moved on, buried those feelings beneath the demands of coaching and the passage of time. But tonight, it was as if every unspoken word and unresolved moment between them had resurfaced, raw and unrelenting.

Park's fingers traced the whistle hanging around his neck, the metal cool against his skin. He thought about the fight in the parking lot, about Sunghoon standing up for M/n despite the odds, and about M/n's quiet resilience in the face of so much adversity. He admired their courage, their ability to confront things head-on.

If only he'd had that same courage all those years ago.

He sighed, shaking his head as he turned toward the doors. His steps were slow, deliberate, as if the weight of the past made it harder to move forward. Just before he reached the exit, he paused, glancing back at the court one last time.

"I'm not the only one carrying this, am I?" he murmured, his voice tinged with both bitterness and longing.

The gym offered no answers, only the quiet hum of the lights and the faint creak of the floor beneath his feet. With a final sigh, Coach Park pushed open the doors and stepped into the cool night air, leaving the gym behind, but not the memories.

[m-ilkiee]

E-boys Ruined my Life: Toxic! Megumi Fushiguro x Fem Reader

“Coke on his nose, blade on my thigh, man I think this guy’s trying to plan my demise.”

Pairing: toxic! Megumi Fushiguro x female reader

series summary: You had a crush on Megumi for so long, you hoped you would meet him again. But now, as you stand before him, you realize that Fushiguro Megumi is not the same kid as he was at fifteen- he was taller, broader and far more handsome than ever.

And a whole lot more meaner to you.

(Based off a fic I wrote in 2021 for Megumi on my older writing blog. Honestly this theme is best viewed in dark mode but hey, what do I know 🤷🏽‍♀️)

[series warning] college/non-sorcerer AU, Dark content, nfsw, smut, 18+, aged up Megumi, fem!bodied reader, toxicity - toxic megumi, childhood crush to "lovers", situationships, heavy angst with "happy ending", smut, coercion, dubcon, noncon, mean dom! Megumi, sub!reader, misogyny, slut-shaming, depraved Megumi, mutual pining (is it really? is it??), manipulation, alcohol and drug use, gaslighting, drugging, implied baby trapping, semi-accurate potrayals of fraternities, classism

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Chapter 1: Love at First Sight

synopsis: Being friends with the IT GIRLS as a first year has a lot of perks; new friends, a popularity boost and crossing paths constantly with your high school crush after many years apart, Megumi Fushiguro

cw: DARK CONTENT, NSFW, aged up characters (18-21 and above), classism - elitism, sexism/misogyny, unhealthy body image, physical and verbal violence, mentions of bullying and suicidal thoughts, slut shaming, objectification of the female body, parasocial relationships, gaslighting, manipulation, sex between character x character (NOT A SHIP), vague, brief mention of teenagers fooling around etc

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Chapter 2: Party Hard, F*ck Harder

synopsis: Heartbroken that Megumi hates you, you decide to attend the freshman party to get over him. And end up needing his help after getting drugged… in more ways than one.

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Chapter 3: Pattern Recognition

Synopsis: Nobara notices two things; One, you’re in love with Megumi and two, Megumi’s budding obssession with your affection.

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Chapter 4: I Don’t Do Drugs

Synopsis: Megumi realizes you would do anything for him, and decides to utilize this information to his advantage, much to Yuuji’s disappointment.

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Chapter 5: Sugar Rush

Synopsis: it’s evident you can’t live without Megumi, and so you cave in to his demands against all advice to stay away from him

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Chapter 6: S♡x Addict

Synopsis: Your grades begin to suffer due to Megumi’s insatiable urges and his inability to keep his hands to himself.

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Chapter 7: Whirlwind Situationship

Synopsis: Eventually, Megumi grows tired of you and breaks off everything, devastating you completely.

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Chapter 8: Revelation

Synopsis: You’re finally getting your life back together and start doing well in school again. Meanwhile, Megumi realizes he can’t function without you.

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Chapter 9: Relapse

Synopsis: You return his sweater to get closure  But Megumi himself isn’t ready to let his own feelings for you, as twisted as they are, go

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Chapter 10: I’m not the Right one

Synopsis: Left alone to spend your fifth marriage anniversary for another year, you finally gain the courage to get divorce papers. Megumi, however, reminds you that he owns you. Permanently.

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author's note: i missed writing for fushiguro! please comments, reblogs, likes and asks are welcomed. if you are a minor, please refrain from interacting with this fic.

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[biowaredisasterbisexual]

Okay, so, I see a lot of people talk about “stats” on fics. Here, Reddit, other social media…often in a way that suggests one can gauge quality of a fanwork based on those metrics. Writers using them to try and determine if their work is “good.” Readers using them to filter fics for just the “best” ones. So let’s talk about stats.

And yeah, this is going to be long, so let’s have a cut, but TL;DR:

AO3 stats numbers can, in the aggregate, tell us some things but they cannot tell us the quality of a piece. Authors, stats don’t mean that your writing isn’t good, no matter what the “ratios” are. Readers, stats are poor indicators of fic quality, but you should know that writers are using those numbers as indicators of engagement with and enjoyment of their work; engagement is the encouragement writers use to keep writing.

I’ve read so many posts — on Tumblr, on the AO3 subreddit, fanfiction and writing subreddits, in other social media arenas — by both authors and readers talking about the stats on fics. Wondering if they’re good, or if they aren’t. Lamenting or judging a writer’s skill based purely on those numbers. Using those numbers as a way to filter fics to find the “best” ones. Wondering if writing is even worth doing in the writer’s fandom.

Usually, because of where I hang out, they’re talking about AO3 stats, but I occasionally see stuff about Wattpad in a similar vein. I don’t know Wattpad; I’ve never used it. So I’ll just focus on AO3 here.

So, first things first, I’m not going to tell a fanfic author that they should just not care about their stats. Not because I think stats matter, really, but because I know that’s an impossible ask. If we didn’t want people to read and enjoy our stuff, we wouldn’t post it. I can read my own writing with way less work and effort if I don’t post it, honestly. I post it to share it. So I get that saying “who cares what the stats are” is actively not helpful advice for a demoralized writer and doesn’t encourage participation for readers. So here’s what I’ll say instead about what we can, and more importantly can’t glean, from AO3’s stats as writers, and try to put those AO3 stats in perspective for writers and readers of fanfic alike:

AS A WRITER:

1) Comparison is the thief of joy. If you’re getting engagement with your fic and it makes you happy, try not to dwell on whether other authors are getting more engagement. I know this is a tough one to implement.

2) If you’re going to compare, it needs to be apples to apples, and I see a lot of folks comparing apples to oranges and then feeling let down by that comparison.

2A) Someone writing for the most popular ship in your fandom while you write a rare pair is probably going to get more engagement; not because it’s better, but because more people are going to see it. They will get more hits because more people are filtering for that pairing. That doesn’t mean what you wrote isn’t good or compelling.

2B) This goes even more granular: someone who is in the Neve/Rook tag on AO3 and either excludes M/F or filters for F/F isn’t going to see my fic. And that’s okay; they’re looking for something specific and I’m not writing it. I’m writing M/F Neve/Rook at the moment. The longer a fic is up, the more engagement it’s likely to have gotten, so I need to look at dates. If I were going to compare - and I don’t and shouldn’t for my own sake - M/F Neve/Rook posted within a few days of my post would be what I should compare myself to.

And even then, given that different fics tackle different subjects, have different OCs, etc., it’s still not likely to be truly 1:1.

2C) Multi-chapter fics and long fics get different numbers and ratios of hits/kudos/comments than one-shots. The engagement pattern is different.

2D) Smut/NSFW/Archive Warning fics also tend to get different engagement patterns than fics that don’t have those markers. Some people are concerned about their usernames being linked to those themes/plots/topics. Some readers are smut fiends (and we love that for them). Both these things can skew numbers here.

3) A registered user who is logged in can only kudo once, even if the fic has multiple chapters. Someone can read an entire 27-chapter 200k word novel and love it and only be able to leave a single kudo. Guest users are tracked by IP address, so if their IP address hasn’t changed they too can only kudo a fic one time.

4) The above means that re-readers are often not getting seen in kudo numbers even if they’re your biggest fans.

5) “Hits” counts individual views, but only if outside certain timeframes. If someone reads your fic 5 times in 24 hours it won’t count as 5 hits. However, outside that time box it will register as multiple hits, which may mean you’re getting more hits and no kudos because of re-reads.

6) Engagement from readers is lower across the board. There’s been entire articles about it. It’s not just you, I promise.

7) There is no “hits to kudos” or “kudos to comments” or “hits to comments” ratio that can reliably tell if something is good or not for all the reasons above.

AS A READER:

1) Writers want engagement. Crave it. If an author didn’t want engagement, they wouldn’t post their fanfic. It’s not like they’re getting paid. And it can be incredibly discouraging not to receive any. Writers use those stats numbers - hits, kudos - and those comments to determine if people are looking at and, more importantly, enjoying their work. It’s a way of gauging engagement.

Does that mean a writer is entitled to engagement? No. But if you want an author to keep posting fic, engagement is the way to encourage that. Like I said, I can read my own stuff with much less work if I don’t post.

2) As I said above, a registered user that is logged in (or a guest still on the same IP address) can only kudo a fic once, no matter how many chapters it has or how many times they’ve read it. If you want to show you like a new chapter after you’ve dropped that initial kudo, or show a re-read, you’ll need to comment. Even if it’s just a “❤️” or “have another kudo!”

3) You aren’t bothering writers by commenting on something; really, you’re not. I see so many readers worried that they’ll come across as weird by engaging.

Friend, we’re all weird here. Go for it.

I love when people send me a multi-paragraph comment or kudo 7 of my fics in a single night. (I also love all comments, to be clear. An “OMG” or keysmash is also great. So’s a random one-off kudo.) Don’t worry you’ll annoy the writer. We can turn comments off if we don’t want them.

4) Writing and posting fic is time consuming. There’s the writing itself (already a major labor of love) and, even if there’s no editing or beta-reading, formatting and summarizing and rating and all that. Bare minimum. If there’s editing or beta-reading, now there’s an additional (and often lengthy) part of the process that has very likely meant a time investment not only from the authors but the folks that helped them. Engagement is the only pay they get.

5) To put a finer point on topic 1: Yes, lack of engagement has absolutely ended fics people loved or led writers to stop writing/sharing fanfic at all. I don’t say that to insinuate you owe a writer your engagement, but no one wants to shout into an empty room; if fanfic doesn’t involve participation from both sides, the system does eventually break down.

If you read a fic and don’t kudo or comment, the author has no way to know if you liked it or if you accidentally clicked the wrong link and immediately fled. Writers aren’t mind readers.

If you’re someone who reads a rare pair, this is doubly true. Authors of rare pairs can face a lonely existence in fandom spaces if the readers that read rare pairs don’t engage.

6) Please read the writer’s list to understand why kudos/hits/comments numbers are poor indicators of fic quality.

In Conclusion:

I don’t say all of this to suggest that someone’s feelings about fic stats and engagement levels aren’t valid. Writers, you’re allowed to be frustrated or let down by engagement levels; I’ve been there, and I see you. Readers, I have absolutely been the person that read an author’s entire catalogue of fics and didn’t comment because I didn’t know what to say or if I should (though I’m working on that). Like many people, my earliest days in fandom were spent lurking with the lurkiest among us. I’m not judging. But I think some of this stuff is helpful to remember.

You all make fandom better by your presence. No matter what the numbers are. Be kind to yourselves. And, if you’re ready, maybe throw your writers a kudo or comment. It’ll make their day.

[serraphinm]

♡ My Light and Crowning Glory ♡

An Ellie Williams x Reader fanfic

Royalty Au

Completed!

Summary: When a field trip to a museum takes an unexpected turn, you are thrust into a world of royalty and magic. Not knowing who to trust, you meet a woman who doesn't seem to follow the usual way of things and find yourself trusting her. But will that trust bloom into something else? Or will you find heartbreak and betrayal?

Notes: Hi guys!! It's finally here!! I'll be posting as I edit each chapter, which shouldn't take me too long. I wanted to write a story where people could fulfill their royalty dreams and fall in love. A lot of hard work went into this, so any comments and reposts are appreciated! Thank you for reading! (Edit: I learned how to make it prettier hehe)

For my Chrome Readers: There is an extension that allows you to override certain words. For instance, you could change it to read your name instead of Y/n. The link is here if anyone wants it: here

Taglist: @bready101

Let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist!!

Other places to read:

Wattpad: ✹My Light and Crowning Glory♕

Ao3 - Out now!

Map - still in progress

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Pronunciation list

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Chapter 1 - The Crown

Chapter 2 - The Duke

Chapter 3 - The Darkness

Chapter 4 - The Light

Chapter 5 - The War

Chapter 6 - The Kill

Chapter 7 - The Happily Ever After

Epilogue - The Rest of Our Lives - Coming soon!

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