#this is shocking information I know guys you'd never expect it

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All Elite Wrestling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jungle Boy/Kenny Omega Characters: Jungle Boy (Professional Wrestling), Kenny Omega, Small roles:, Judas Devlin | Luchasaurus, Marko Stunt, Christian Cage, The Elite - Character Additional Tags: Porn With Plot, Kenny Omega's ego is way too big, Jungle Boy finds out he has several kinks hes ashamed of, lots of hairpulling and degrading, during Kenny's world champ reign Summary:

Jungle Boy doesn't like Kenny Omega's bullying for reasons he'd rather not admit outloud.

[slayfics]

is it possible for you to make any sort of shinsou related fics? I think it would be really cute to see him take the reader on a date or maybe a valentines special eventually?

Valentine’s Day with Hitoshi.

1,700 words~

"Isn't it so cute!" Mina exclaimed hugging a teddy bear to her chest. You both were walking back to the dorms after the conclusion of classes.

"Yeah, it's a pretty fluffy guy," you said smiling back at her. Mina was overjoyed to show off the teddy bear Eijiro had gifted her earlier in the day as a Valentine's gift.

"Do you have any plans for today?" she asked, releasing the teddy bear from his suffocating hug.

"Yeah, I do...," You answered already prepared for the several questions that were bound to come next.

"WHAT!?! WITH WHO?! DOING WHAT!?! WHEN?! TELL ME EVERYTHING!" Mina demanded.

You laughed at her predictable behavior, "I'm supposed to meet Shinso in about an hour," You answered.

"HU?! Shinso?! Wait- the purple-haired boy from general studies?! NO WAY! He asked you out?! You can't just leave me hanging without any details! When did you two even talk?!" Mian asked surprised.

The truth was you were surprised too. Hitoshi was in the general studies course, so you hadn't really crossed paths with him during your time at U.A., despite that you found a letter stuffed into your locker a few days before Valentine's Day.

You unraveled the letter from your pocket and handed it to Mina who took the liberty of reading it out loud.

I apologize for doing this informally. However, I am unsure if we will cross paths in time for me to ask you directly. I've been interested in getting to know you better for some time now and was hoping you'd be interested in meeting me after class this Wednesday. If you are, meet me at the stairs of the main entrance of the school at 7 pm. -Shinso

Mina cried out loud after finishing the letter, "This is so romantic! The dork could have left his phone number though."

"Yeah, I thought that too- it would have been nice to confirm with him but- that's all right. I'll get ready and, meet him over there," You answered.

"You have to text me right away after! He seems so mysterious- such an interesting quirk. I wonder what he's like. OMG! What if he brainwashes you, good thing you told me! If I don't hear from you by 9 pm I'm calling Aizawa.," Mina spoke, causing you to laugh.

"You're always so dramatic," You laughed as you both entered the dorms.

"You can never be too careful!" She spoke before giving you a wink. "Good luck! I'm off to meet up with Kirishima!"

You gave her a wave and made your way to your room.

Once you finished getting ready you made your way back to the school. You were shocked to see Hitoshi was actually waiting on the school steps, hands in his sweater pockets and backpack at his feet. His eyes lit up as soon as he spotted you.

"Hey," You greeted him nervously unsure of what to expect. You had never talked to him one-on-one before.

"Hi!" He greeted you back, unable to keep the smile that erupted on his face. It excited him to see you had come- and that you weren't afraid to talk to him in spite of his quirk. "I uh- apologize for asking you out in such an informal way- I would have liked to ask you in person but, I hadn't run into you at all the last few days," He explained.

Truth be told you don't ever remember running into him. Were you crossing paths with him before without noticing? He certainly seemed to be noticing you.

"Informal? What do you mean? A letter is as formal as it gets," You laughed, hoping to lighten the awkwardness and break the ice. "I didn't mind it at all, in fact, it was pretty thoughtful."

"I'm glad you think so, and I'm glad you came... you didn't have any other plans?" he asked, hoping he wasn't prying too much too soon.

"Mm no-," you said glancing to the side, slightly embarrassed that no one else had taken any interest in making plans with you this Valentine's Day.

Hitoshi tried to hide the smile that threatened to break through on his lips at hearing you weren't seeing anybody. "Well, I uh- got you something," he said leaning down to pick up his backpack and search inside. He pulled out a purple plushie cat with a pink bow tied around its neck. "Hope it's not too dumb," he said holding it out to you.

A squeak escaped you at seeing the adorable stuffed cat, "This is so cute!" you exclaimed, grabbing it eagerly and squeezing it.

"I'm glad you think so," He spoke, blush tinting his face at your excitement.

"I got you something too," you said reaching into your bag.

"Hu? You didn't have to-," he replied, a stunned look on his face.

"Of course I did, it's Valentine's Day and you were sweet enough to want to spend time with me so- here," you said handing him the chocolate bar you had picked out at the store.

"That's really nice of you," he spoke a full blush on his face now as he grabbed the bar from your hand. Hitoshi cleared his throat trying to get his composure back, "I uh- wasn't sure what you'd be interested in, so I had a few ideas but- are you ok with walking to the cafe to get something to drink?" He asked.

"That sounds fine to me," You smiled hugging the stuffed cat in your arms and you both started the walk to the cafe.

"I've uh- been admiring you for some time now," Hitoshi disclosed, as you both walked down the street.

Your face flushed, you'd never met a boy to be so honest and straightforward before. "Really?" You manage to squeak out.

"Mhm-" He nodded. "You work so hard in your courses- I know you'll be an admirable hero one day."

"Oh, thank you- I'm not really sure how to take that compliment," You laughed nervously. "You're in the general studies course, right? What is that like?"

"It's fine I suppose- but I'm working hard training with Aizawa to transfer into the hero course," He answered.

"You're training with Aizawa!?" You asked shocked.

"Yeah- he's your teacher, right?" he asked, as you both approached the cafe, and he held the door open for you.

"Yup!" You nodded happily, entering the cafe. "If he is training you, I have no doubts you'll be transferring to the hero course in no time!"

Hitoshi smiled and glanced at the floor flustered by your praise. "Thank you for that- it's nice to have the approval of someone like you," He spoke causing you to fluster slightly.

Hitoshi ordered your drinks and you both started the walk back to the dorms.

"What do you mean someone like me?" You asked curiously, still taken aback by his comment.

"Hm? Well- I suppose I put a great deal of importance on the hero course so... hearing that a strong hero student like you thinks I have what it takes to make it... It's nice. I'm not used to that. Most people are scared to talk to me because of my quirk or say it's a perfect quirk for a villain," He explained.

"Oh- well don't pay too much attention to those people. Your quirk is amazing and could definitely make for a powerful pro hero. So- just stay focused on your training and maybe I'll see you in my class before I know it," you said encouragingly.

Hitoshi smiled, "I would like that... to be in the hero course but also, to see you more often."

"Oh-," You exclaimed feeling your face get hot again. "I've never met someone so blunt as you- it's refreshing," You spoke hoping your cheeks weren't too obvious.

You both approached the dorms and came to a slower pace. "I don't have any problems expressing my true feelings- if I wasn't training so much with Aizawa I would have liked to ask you out sooner. These are your dorms correct?" He asked.

"Yeah..." You said a little downcast that you were back and already going to part ways.

"If it's ok with you- I would like to take you to eat after classes on Friday," he said. Hitoshi felt his stomach flutter at the way your eyes lit up at his invention. He had admired you from afar for so long that it was overwhelming to see how much you appreciated his attention.

"Yeah! That sounds good," you said excitedly, the stuffed cat bouncing in your arms due to your excited rocking on your heels. "Oh! Why don't you let me give you my number-" You offered holding your hand out.

Hitoshi fished for his phone in his pocket and handed it over. He couldn't help but grin at the careful way you kept the stuffed cat in your arms as you typed out your number.

"Here you go!" You said handing it back to him. "I uh- thank you this was really nice."

Hitoshi nodded in agreement.

"I guess I'll see you Friday then," You spoke feeling hesitant to walk away. You wanted to spend more time with him and get to know him more. You stared at the floor waiting for him to give his farewell and walk away.

"Mhm- I'll see you then. You can let me know wherever you want to go...," he said, and you both silently waited for the other to make the first move to leave.

Hitoshi let out a small chuckle, "I guess neither of us want to go do we?" He observed.

You blushed slightly and looked at the stuffed cat giving it another squeeze, "This was nice- I uh feel calm being around you." You spoke, giving a Hitoshi another flutter in his stomach. He was used to hearing he put everyone on edge because of his quirk. It was intoxicating to hear you felt the opposite.

"Friday will come soon," He spoke and stepped closer to you closing some of the distance. You stared at him with doe eyes, as he moved closer placing a kiss on your cheek. "See you then," he smiled and left making his way back to the general studies dorms.

Tags: @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @fiannee @derangedmango

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

since the last ask bummed me out what if the reverse happened? how would the Tokyo Rev boys react to overhearing their crush being like "oh that cute/hot/whatever compliment boy that's been hanging around me?" when their asked by someone else what they (the crush) think of them (the boys)? hope this makes sense^^

Ok a happier one! Them finding out you're attracted to them ♡

Takemichi- He gets so excited with this info! Smiles a lot and starts walking aroud all proudly.

Mikey- Smiles smugly at Draken and gives him a "I told you so". He knew you'd like him and now he's been proved right, clearly Draken knows nothing about girls and what they like.

Draken- He's a bit surprised that it worked out so well for him but he's smiling happily with this news. Starts making plans to actually talk to you more and make a move on you. Now that he knows you like him, he's more relaxed with you.

Baji- He thinks he misheard for a moment but eventually it clicks. Spends the rest of the day with this happy vibe around him and talks about you a lot, even if he doesn't realise he keeps bringing you up.

Chifuyu- Goes very pink, he's happy but also embarrassed! Let's out a sigh of relief though, he's just glad his feelings for you probably won't be one sided.

Mitsuya- Smiles softly at your words and decides to hang out around you even more. He's glad you like him and don't find him creepy or anything.

Hakkai- He's on the verge of fainting but manages to pull himself together. Asks Yuzuha to help him with talking to girls more when he gets home.

Smiley- Idk if it's possible but his smile gets wider. He may have also opened his eyes for a sec there but it happened so quickly that who's to say for sure? He's definitely blushing the whole time as well though.

Angry- Genuinely smiles with a slight blush on his face. Though isn't entirely sure what to do with this information next, does he ask you out now???

Mucho- Wastes no time in asking you on a date after finding out what you think. You like him so he might as well right?

Sanzu- He is very surprised with this information, he did want you to like him but wasn't expecting it to happen this quickly and this easily. Honestly panics a little since he's really not sure how to react to this, probably asks Mucho for advice.

Kisaki- Grins, this is exactly what he wanted. He's still a little nervous but decides to try and get even closer to you.

Hanma- Immediately approaches you after finding out, putting his hands over your eyes and going "guess who???" If you say anything other then cute/ hot guy then he says you're wrong. He's delighted with this info so of course decides to have fun with it.

Kazutora- He's shocked by this, sure he's been crushing on you for awhile now but never considered that you might actually like him back. Decides to continue doing what he was doing with you before since it seems to be working.

Inui- Asks you out like the day after you said that. He knows he likes you and that you like him back so why waste any time?

Koko- His heart flutters a bit when he hears that, he's so excited, you actually find him cute!? Tries to talk to your friend to find out if you said anything else.

Taiju- Just walks straight up to you, ignoring your friend and tells you to repeat what you just said. He looks at you very intensely as you repeat yourself before nodding and walking off. He's pleased but wants to ask you on a date properly so goes to make plans.

Izana- Eagerly smiles at your words, as soon as you're alone he's decided he's going to approach you and ask you to be his. What a perfect day for him, getting to find out the one he's always admired, admires him back.

Kakucho- Practically beaming will joy, even Izana asks what's put him in such a good mood. He just can't help it though, you really said those things about him! Get's a little more embarrassed around you after though, he blushes more often.

Ran- Immediately walks up to you, putting an arm around you and teasing you about it/ using cheesy pick up lines on you.

Rindou- Smiles snuggly after getting over the initial shock, before panicking a bit since he realises this means he finally has to ask you out. And that he has to do this quickly, before Ran somehow manages to hear the gossip or he'll just tease him and try to ask you out for Rindou's sake.

Shion- Speaks before thinking, shouts out something like "i think you're hot/ cute too!"

South- His triumphant laughing immediately gives it away to everyone around that he heard. It doesn't matter anyway though cause he's about to confidently ask you on a date.

Wakasa- Grins and immediately goes to tease Shinichiro that a girl is interested in him before Shin. He plans to hang around you more often though, since he now knows you're interested.

Benkei- Just smiles a lot throughout the day after that, tries to come up with a plan to get even closer to you since he wants you to like him even more before he makes a move.

Shinichiro- He is out there celebrating straight after, tells practically everyone he can. Also buys you a bouquet of flowers and asks you to be his girlfriend, he really hopes this won't be yet another rejection.

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Was It Over? // Jake Seresin

-> Chapter Seven: [Faucet Failure]

Summary: Jake makes his way back to you after finding out the truth. While under sedation to give your brain some rest, you remember the good times and the bad with your husband.

Warnings: Sick!reader. Breast cancer diagnosis. Jake Seresin x F!reader. Angst, hospital & medical inaccuracies. SLOW BURN ROMANCE/ Inaccurate medical information. Relationship turmoil.

Word Count: 4.6K

Author Note: These chapters keep getting more and more heartbreaking. I can’t even deal. Why did you guys let me do this to y’all?

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

November 22nd

The dim glow of your TV was the only thing in the house that was giving your home any sort of light. The kids had all gone down well, both Lucy and Lennox had swimming practice after school which meant that they were down and out for the count before you even got from their beds back to the door. Sam was easy to get to sleep, he always had been. He was just a naturally sleepy kid. 

The gentle knock against your front door startled you, but didn’t shock you. You knew exactly who it was. It was the same guy who'd given you a tissue to dry your tears, the same guy who sat beside you and kept you company during one of your lowest moments. It was the guy that had turned an overly depressing core memory into one that showed a little humanity, sympathy and understanding. 

“Happy Birthday!” Jensen cooed as he stood at your door with a plastic bag full of Chinese takeout containers full to the very brim. “I didn't know what you liked so I think I got one of everything.” You stood at the threshold of your home just staring at the man who was on your doorstep, who’d insisted on buying you dinner. When you had informed him of your three children, Jensen said he’d have it delivered.

But he didn't specify who’d be delivering it…..

“I hope you weren't expecting a tip.” You smiled as you let Jensen into your home, the unimaginable amount of scattered children's shoes made it look like you were raising a family of caterpillars, but Jensen didn't mind the mess. He understood, his sister had two little girls around about the same age as Lucy and Lennox. 

“But I brought you cheesecake as well?” Jensen smiled back at you in the darkness of the dimly lit hallway. “Can’t have a birthday without cake.” 

“I don't even remember the last time someone brought me any form of cake.” You sighed as you politely took the cheesecake in its cake box. Jensen frowned in response as he watched you hit the light switch in the hallway that led to the kitchen. 

“Didn't your husband ever buy you a birthday cake?” He called out as he followed you deeper into your humble abode. It was a simple question that carried far too much weight than you were ready to truly unpack. You'd told Jensen in one of your many conversations since you first met about how you and Jake were separated due to circumstances that weren’t fair to either one of you. Jensen never pressed for more information than you were willing to give. 

“He used to.” You shrugged. “I can't remember the year he stopped, hell–I can't really even pinpoint when he stopped caring but eventually he did and soon enough my birthday just became another day.” It was hard to admit, but Jensen made opening up about your marital struggles easy, you never really confided in anyone about any of it. He had a non-biased opinion. “But I loved Jake, I still do, at the time I guess I didn't care that I was getting a fraction of what I deserved because a fraction of him was better than nothing at all.” The tears were there, they were ready to spill over your lower last line. But you never let them fall as Jensen sat down at your kitchen bench and opened up the bag of chinese food. “But it all got too much– or too little, I suppose.” 

“Have you told him about the cancer yet?” Jensen asked softly, he wasn't pressing, he was just asking. 

“I still dont think I’m going to–he probably wouldn't care, I mean he forgot my birthday.” Again you shrugged it off like it was no big deal. “I highly doubt he’d care about some cancer diagnosis.” 

“Are you sure he wouldn't care? Or have you just convinced yourself he wouldn't because it hurts less to believe he doesn't care than it does to believe he does?” When you answered Jensen's heart sank. He saw the tears in your eyes, the look of heartbreak that reflected from your very soul. The longingness in your expression. He saw right through the wall you tried so hard to protect yourself with. He saw it all. Which is why when your voice cracked and your support beams held together by caffeine and your need to keep a normal routine for your children in place, faltered, Jensen sighed. 

“It didn't take much convincing–”

“Y/n–”

“How was Chemo today?” You tried your best to change the subject as you grabbed some cutlery. The chair beside Jensen at your kitchen counter looked awfully comfortable. 

“Consider my follicles fried.” Jensen chuckled as you handed him a spoon. “Now don't change the subject, we’re talking about you and this husband of yours, who, I'm convinced, is a few screws short of a hardware store.” 

“Oh yeah? Why's that?” You weren't sure if you wanted to know, but what you did know was that Jake wasn’t here. He’d sent you a message earlier in the day but you were yet to respond. You felt that if you replied it would open a floodgate of vulnerability. But soon enough Jensens words had you in a freefall of wondering if it was truly over between you and Jake–

“Because I don't think anyone who's lucky enough to love you would ever put themselves in a position to lose you.” 

Or not. 

***~***~***~**~***~

“Look left for me?” Doctor Ignatii spoke as he shined his little pen light in your eyes. “And right?” You did as you were told although you just wanted to be left alone. “Count to five for me?” You almost rolled your eyes as Doctor Ignatii stepped away and walked closer to your feet. 

“One, two, three, four, five.” You slowly counted. “Do I get a gold star?” Doctor Ignatii didn’t take your foul attitude to heart, he dealt with people like you every day—over the years you tend to develop pretty thick skin. 

“Possibly, if you can wiggle your toes and touch your nose?” He asked through a smile as he began to feel your feet. “Wiggle please Mrs Seresin.” 

“This better not be my audition tape for the Madden Brothers Circus.” You didn’t mean to take your hostility out on the doctor who had saved your life, but there was a small part of you that wished he would have just let the blood clot do its damage. You did what you were told once more and wiggled your toes and touched your nose. “Look at me go.”

“Well—“ Doctor Ignatii chuckled to himself as he filled out your charts on his iPad. “You don’t seem to be showing any immediate deficits post surgery, I’d like to give your brain a chance to rest for another ten to twelve hours before we get you out of bed for a little bit of a walk.” You listened to what your doctor was saying as your mother came back into the room, you didn’t know it but Jake had just landed and was heading right over. 

“Does that mean I get more of these awesome drugs?” You asked playfully, your mother even swore you were flirting. Doctor Ignatii was very handsome with brown hair and dark skin. He smiled at your forwardness but nodded in response. He was also used to this. 

“We’ll give you another sedative to make sure you're able to rest, you’ll probably feel like you got hit by a bus when you wake up but it’ll give us a clearer indication if you’ll face any deficits going forward.” 

“You reckon breast cancer’s a deficit?” You couldn't stop thinking about the dream you had about Jake. it felt so real, like your own personal rolodex of memories was trying its best to show you the good times. For whatever reason that may be you had no idea, but, you really had to ground yourself in your own reality. Jake wasn't the Jake from your memories anymore, although you desperately wished he was. He was now the Jake who couldn't remember your birthday or to fill your Christmas stocking on Christmas. He was the guy who let you peel your own oranges after he’d done it for so many years. 

He was the guy who had fallen out of love with you. 

“I do, but your double mastectomy has been rescheduled for Christmas Eve. So what better way to wake up on Christmas morning knowing your chance of kicking cancer's ass just went up by thirty five percent?” It was your turn to smile at Doctor Ignatii as he ended the conversation about your cancer at that. “I’ll send in a nurse to admit the sedative, mum? She’ll be out for a minimum of ten hours while on the IV, you should take the time to get some rest too.” 

“Sure thing Doc.” Your mother answered as she watched him walk away. “Were you flirting with that man?” 

“No harm, he’s seen the inside of my brain, can’t get more intimate then that can you?” You were probably putting on a braver face then you felt but your mother could tell you were nervous about the sedative.. 

“I’ll stay with you for the entire time you're sleeping.” She cooed as she pushed your hair behind your hair. She noticed how stands fell almost with the gust of her fingertip. The chemo was killing your hair follicles. “You won’t be alone.” 

“Thanks.” Was all you said as Lydia came into your room ready to set your IV drop up. “I hope you’ve done this before, kid.” 

“Absolutely Mrs Seresin.” Lydia chuckled, she felt a lot better after a full eight hours of sleep. “I’ll just get this sorted and you’ll be good to go.” As Lydia set up your IV, you had just rough energy to send one message to a dear friend you thought should know about your current state. Your mother watched as you typed out a really quick message with one hand. 

You: “Had a stroke, in hospital, surgery rescheduled.” 

“Promise you’ll stay?” You asked your mum one more time as you saw her reading a text. A text from your ex husband telling her he was about twenty minutes away and running off the five hours of sleep he got before his world got flipped on its head. 

“You’re not going be alone sweetheart.” Your mother answered rather cryptically. As your eyelids grew heavier and heavier. “You’re not gonna be alone.” 

***~***~***~**~***~

“I'm here.” Jake had taken the next flight back to Rhode Island that he could, he didn't have time to waste when it came to getting back to you. He was tired, emotionally exhausted from everything he had learnt of your condition and dishevelled beyond belief. He was sure someone threw a dollar down at him while he was sitting on the floor at the airport next to a charging port. He looked so distressed and dishevelled that someone thought he was homeless. 

He kept that dollar though. 

“Okay, ask the main reception to point you in the direction of oncology and we’re in room 306.” Your mother replied over the phone, Jake had called her about fifteen minutes after you had been administered your sedative. 

Jake felt his heart in the back of his throat as he took the elevator up to the level the lady at the reception desk in the main lobby of the Rhode Island hospital had told him to go to. Oncology equals cancer, you had cancer, breast cancer, you had a stroke, strokes can kill you, cancer can kill you. 

Jake had thought about nothing else since he got on his flight, the idea that you were sick, that you were so sick you couldn't even tell him broke his heart more than you leaving him ever could. There was once a time where Jake thought you could tell him anything, that you were able to come to him with any problem you had or were facing. 

He couldn't pinpoint exactly when you stopped telling him things, or more importantly when he’d stopped listening. Jake couldn't help but to blame himself for feeling like he’d somewhat put you into this situation where you felt like you couldn't rely on him to step up when you needed him to. You were sick and you needed support, he was supposed to be that support, but instead you kept him in the dark like he didn't deserve to know you were ill. 

Maybe he didn't deserve to know, but either way Jake was walking towards room 306 where your mother had told him to go. He brought his duffel with him, Jake made no plans to leave your bedside for the duration of your stay. However long that may be, he was gonna be by your side. 

And the second he got to the threshold of your hospital room, Jake Seresin forgot what it was like to be able to breathe on his own accord. 

“Oh Honey.” He cooed as his bottom lip quivered, your Mother tried her best to remain a strong presence but at the sight of Jake crumbling under the weight of the idea he’d lose you twice over made her eyes water. “Oh my sweet girl.” 

***~***~***~**~***~

“Jake!” You shouted out throughout the house as Lucy and Lenny watched over baby Sam as they ate lunch in the living room.“Jake!” 

“What?” Jake called back to you from the back deck where he was busy doing absolutely nothing but enjoying a beer with his feet up and his sunglasses on. He just needed twenty minutes. Sam had been a handful today and ever since Jake got home he’d wanted nothing more than to use his body as a jungle gym. 

“The faucet in the ensuite won’t stop leaking, can you please tighten it before you get too comfortable.” You asked as politely as you could with a soft smile. 

“Sure, yeah I’ll put it on the list.” Jake shrugged your request off like it was nothing but another chore you were commanding him to do. When Jake didn’t budge, you crossed your arms over your chest and pressed the issue further. 

“It’s just that I’m trying to work on my new book and I can’t concentrate with the dripping.” You were in the middle of your latest project. A new book proposal your editors were waiting on. 

“I said I’d get to it Hon, just—why don’t you try writing somewhere else besides your desk? Or better yet, shut the ensuite door?” Jake couldn’t see the rage burning in your eyes when he told you to basically deal with it until he could be arsed to get up. 

“Jake please?” You begged, it wasn’t the first time you’d asked Jake to fix the leaky faucet but it would be the last. It was one the few final straws that broke your back before you decided enough was enough and you couldn’t stay in your marriage any longer. “I need you to do this one thing for me so I can work in peace.” 

“If it’s so important that it needs to be fixed right this second Hon just fix it yourself?” Jake argued back as he took a sip of his beer, it had been a long week for him and he needed a moment to relax. “You know how to fix a leak.” 

“I already tried!” You shouted back loud enough to finally have Jake taking his glasses off to look at you properly. “I’m trying to work, I’ve had the kids all week and I need to get these last few chapters done before next Friday and you go back to work on Monday.” You saw the look Jake gave you, one of annoyance and frustration, like you were some kind of parasite trying to ruin his day off to relax and enjoy some rest and rejuvenation before Monday rolled around again. 

“Honey if you let me sit here for twenty minutes I will fix the fucking leak for you.” He tried to hide his disdain but you could read it through the lines on his face. “I’m not sure why you can’t just write somewhere where you can’t fucking hear it but I’ll fix it the minute I’m done drinking my beer.” 

“Alright.” You pressed your lips together and tried not to let your anger boil over. “Alright I can live with that.”

“Hallelujah, she can live with compromise.” Jake sassed as he took another sip of his beer. You chose not to respond as you headed back inside the home you both shared with a feeling of under appreciated value looming over your head. What did Jake mean by compromise? You did so much and more for him, why was it such an issue that you’d asked him to fix a faucet. 

He never did get around to fixing it like he said he would. Twenty minutes turned to two hours, which turned to two days, months and eventually It was only when the both of you decided to sell the property when you said you were leaving, that he noticed the leak was never fixed. 

You never did finish that draft, the book that remained unpublished and half finished. You kept the google doc on your laptop and sometimes you thought about picking the project back up. But you never did, you never had time to, not while you were on the cusp of divorce and raising three children all on your own. 

“I uh—I fixed the faucet.” Jake sheepishly told you as he made his way into the kitchen to see you packing plates and bowls and cutlery into moving boxes. 

“The faucet I asked you to fix back in October?” You replied harshly while trying not to look at the man who forgot where you should have been on his priority list. “Glad I compromised on that one for this long.” You hissed, it had only been four days since you told Jake you were leaving, that you were moving back into your mothers place with the kids until you found somewhere to live. 

“Honey—“ 

“Please don’t call me that.” You asked rather simply as Jake's heart broke before you. He was losing his wife, his kids and didn’t know how to fix what he’d unintentionally broken. 

“Don’t go, we can fix this, I don’t want you to go.” 

“Well unfortunately this isn’t about you Jake.” You tried to keep your voice down so that you wouldn’t alert the kids to your argument. If there was one thing you weren’t going to do it was fight in front of your children and subject them to that environment. “Tell me, it’s January right now isn’t it?”

“Yeah?” Jake wasn’t sure what you were getting at as he watched you pack the boxes of things you were taking with you. 

“When’s my birthday?” You asked like he should have known that answer off the top of his head, because he should have and he did. 

“Novem—oh fuck Y/n no hold on a minute.” Jake couldn’t find the words he wanted to say at that moment, how could he forget your birthday? He missed it entirely and you said not a single thing about it. 

“My stocking was the only one empty at Christmas, not a single present under the tree was mine, you know why that is? It’s because for four years I’ve brought my own damn presents and gotten my own fucking birthdays cake, you don’t give a shit about fixing a goddamn fosset so I can focus on work let alone the little things.” You hissed before you tried to calm yourself down and get back to packing. Jake just stood there speechless looking like he hadn’t slept a wink in days. He hadn’t, not since you told him you were done and that you needed a break. 

“I can fix this, please.” Jake was begging you to stay, he didn’t want to lose the one person who meant more to him than life itself. “Just don’t leave me.” 

“There isn’t enough room for me in your life Jake, and instead of being selfish and trying to change you I’d rather let you go to be yourself. People change.” You shrugged. Staying now would have killed you, Jake felt you slipping through his fingers in real time as he watched you wrap up the mugs you were taking in old newspaper. “I sure never thought the man I married would change into someone I don’t even know.” 

***~***~***~**~***~

Jake was at a loss for words when he stepped into your hospital room. The Christmas lights that shimmered around the room were a stark contrast to the plethora of machines that were scattered around your bedside.

“I thought since she’s sleeping the blinds should be shut.” Jake could just barely make out what your mother had told him as she rose to greet him with open arms. He couldn’t peel his eyes off you for even a second as the woman who had become his second mother took him in a warm loving embrace. “She’ll be out for a while sweetheart, they gave her a sedative to help her brain rest.” 

“How long?” Jake asked as he held your mother tight. 

“About ten—maybe twelve hours, she only just started the drip.” 

“Oh—okay, yeah no that.” Jake tried to hold himself together but the damn was breaking. “That’s probably for the b-bet—oh god.” Jake Seresin had never felt his entire body crumbled into someone the way he felt his body crumble into your mothers arms. 

“Oh my boy it’s alright, she’s alive, she’s gonna be okay.” Your mother tried her best to soothe Jake's cries but she knew it was coming from a place of love and undeniable sadness. “Here, sit down, I’ll go get you a coffee and something to eat.” 

Jake took a seat next to your bedside and immediately reached out for your hand. He knew you were under and wouldn’t know he was there but he still brought your palm up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to your hand. 

“Oh Honey I’m so sorry this is happening to you.” He sobbed quietly as your mother stood behind him. “I’m so sorry I didn’t know.” 

“She hasn’t told anyone but me Jake, not her friends or her brother.” It was hard to process the sight before him, the love of Jake's life surrounded by machines, hooked by cords and wires and monitors that told him although your eyes were closed you were in fact, alive. “I don’t think she wanted you to know because she’s just so scared despite how she might put on a brave face.” 

“Or she thought I wouldn’t care.” Jake mumbled as he reached out to make sure your hair was resting behind your ear, part of your head had been shaved from surgery, but Jake never expected the hair he tried to move back behind your ear to fall out at his touch. “Oh my god—“

“She’s been on oral chemotherapy since her biopsy came back cancerous, she needed you to take the kids so she could start more aggressive IV chemo.” 

“Her hair’s already falling out?” Jake had never felt this way before, so rendered powerless. He’d taken a life before and saved many, but watching you right now was the most powerless he’d ever felt. Jake caught the sight of your phone flashing with a new message with a name he didn't recognise. There was no time to ask you about the message he saw, but jake knew maybe, just maybe, you had lied when you told him there was no other guy. 

Jensen: “Oh shit, I'll swing by once I'm out of the woods.”

“Aggressive cancer needs aggressive treatment sweetheart.” Your mother leaned in to kiss the top of Jake's head. “I’ll be back, coffee and a sandwich will do you good.” 

“Thanks Maz.” Jake sighed as he kept your hand up near his mouth as he leaned his elbows on the side of your bed. “Oh Honey, Honey, Honey—what have we become?”

***~***~***~***~***~***

Your honeymoon was the most beautiful trip you’d ever gone on. Jake Seresin was very much a summer man. He loved when the sun was shining and the water was cool and the beers were as refreshing as they ever could be. 

The resort in Bali that the two of you were staying at for the entire two weeks was nothing but picturesque with stunningly gorgeous gardens and extraordinary architecture. The pool you were sitting on the edge of was just one of the many pools that you and Jake had yet to visit. He stood on the ledge of the rock waterfall and smiled ear to ear. 

“I’m not resuscitating you when you slip and hit your head!” You called out through a beaming smile. 

“Reckon I could clear a backflip?” Jake asked childishly as he climbed to the very top. His abs looked far too perfect to be real as he stood tall and flexed just for you, his wife. 

“Jake Seresin, don't you dare!” You warned as you looked over your sunglasses at your childish husband. He was everything any more, how you got so lucky you'd never understand. The two of you had decided on a small elopement style wedding that saw only a handful of your closest family members in attendance. The both of you saw no need for over the top extremities and thoughts of dollars spent on a single night. You thought why not use the money on a holiday getaway, your dream honeymoon. After Rodney had gone on his happiness never ends tangent, Jake wished the two of you had just gone down to town hall. 

“Live a little Mrs Seresin!” Jake shouted as he took the leap of faith and backflipped off the very top of the man made rock waterfall that cascaded down into the crystal clear pool. The two of you were the only guests in sight which you were so thankful for when Jake came belly flopping down into the water with a crisp slap. 

“Oh!” You cringed hard as your husband hit the water. “That's gotta hurt the ego buddy.” You giggled as you watched Jake swim under the water closer to the edge where you sat just relaxing in the smallest bikini known to mankind. “Jake?” You asked as he crept closer and closer under the water. Your eyes never left his swimming silhouette until he was jumping up right in front of you to rest his elbows on the edge of the pool right in front of you. 

“My execution was a little off.” He grinned as you leaned in to give him a kiss. Unbeknownst to you though as your lips pressed against your husbands, his hands snakes around your waist to quickly drag you into the water where Jake needed you to be. With him, forever. 

“JAKE!” You shouted as you fell into the pool. Jake couldn't contain his laughter. Thank god he remembered you knew how to swim. 

“Yes Honey?” He cooed as you resurfaced with a gasp. 

“You’re a child!” 

“Uh no–I'm not.” Jake made sure to correct you as he pulled you closer under the water. His hand explored your ass as he wrapped your legs around his waist and held you up against him. You could feel his hard on pressing against your core, it wouldn't take much at all for him to slip out of his trunks and into you if he wanted to. 

“But if you want I can show you how they're made?”

***~***~***~***~***~***~

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[half-oz-eddie]

Abuse, violence tw

Steve was in his living room enjoying a quiet, uneventful night.

Yes, uneventful. His favorite sort of night, these days. Exactly 3 months ago, the nightmare which was the Mind Flayer had plagued the city, taking dozens of people's lives along with it.

Steve still had a terrible ringing in his ears, neglecting the probably needed medical attention as usual.

As he enjoyed some nightly news and KFC, he heard a thump coming from upstairs.

He was home alone, as he was most nights.

Steve turned down the TV, startled when he'd heard the thumping again.

He didn't know what to expect. In a town like Hawkins, a town with monsters and alternate dimensions, that sound could be anything.

Steve grabbed one of his dad's golf clubs and slowly ascended the steps. He heard the sound of his window slowly sliding shut as he reached the top of the steps.

He crept to his room and swung the door open, gasping at the sight, nearly swinging his golf club.

"Wait wait wait!" A familiar voice exclaimed in the darkness.

Steve slowly lowered the club. "...Hargrove?" He shook his head. "No way, we watched you die."

"I didn't die. I woke up in the morgue and some...guys and a lady in suits came right away and—and they sedated me and brought me to some lab to...study me. They kept running all these tests on me and shocking me until I would flatline."

"So...what you can't die?"

"I dunno, maybe I can. But I don't wanna die."

"I just..." Steve shook his head in disbelief. "I don't get it. I-I watched you...take a tentacle through the chest. How are you alive?"

"Because whatever that...dark shadow thing did to me...it changed my body. My...organs can like...regenerate."

"That's...uh...that's...pretty cool."

"I dunno, whatever, I guess. Look, I'm sorry about before. About everything. The fight, being an asshole, trying to kill everyone—"

"The last part wasn't your fault, but I'll forgive you for everything else." Steve finally disarmed himself and set the golf club on his bed.

"So, uh..."

There was a loud urgent banging on the door. They looked at one another with wide eyes.

"Do they have a tracker on you?"

"I ditched it before I came here."

"Why exactly did you come here?"

"Because no one would expect me to come here."

The banging could be heard once more.

"Please, Harrington. Please don't tell anyone I'm here. I'm begging you."

Steve left his room without another word, descending the steps.

"Alright, alright, I'm comin'!" He shouted before swinging the door open. "Can I help you?"

"Hello again, Mr. Harrington. Do you remember me?"

"Yeah, sure. How can I help you, agents?"

"A...subject escaped from our lab. He may or may not have disguised himself as Billy Hargrove, the young man who was under the influe—"

"I know who he is. So there's some...thing shapeshifting as Billy?"

"That's correct. If you have any information about the subject's whereabouts, we need you to tell us."

"Did you check Max's house?"

"Of course."

If there was anything Steve learned from all this, it was not to trust the government, especially after how they tried to cover up Will's disappearance.

"Well, you're at the wrong place. Billy and I hated each other. There's no way he, or something disguised as him would think I'd even let him in the door."

The agent nodded. "Understandable. But if you do encounter the subject, do not engage." He held out a card. "Call us immediately."

"Yeah, sure thing. G'night." He waited until the agents piled into their cars and drove away before making his way to the steps, stopping mid-step.

What if what they said was true?

He shook the thought away. As if he'd trust those agents.

But, that didn't stop him from wondering about it. What if this shapeshifter knew Billy hated Steve and saw him as an easy mark to kill?

Maybe he was overthinking it.

He returned upstairs, finding Billy cowering beneath his desk.

"You can come out now."

Billy slowly crawled out. "Are they gone?"

"Yep. I told them they came to the wrong place because you'd never come here."

"That's exactly why I'm here. I'm so glad I was able to trust you."

"But can I trust you?"

"Whaddya mean?"

"If you're the real Billy, do you remember what you said to me in the shower at school that one time?"

"When I told you there're plenty of bitches in the sea and I'd be—"

"Sure to leave me some, yeah." Steve chuckled. "You really got under my skin."

"That was kinda the point."

"So uh...what are you gonna do now?"

"Can I stay here?'

Steve's eyes widened. "Here?!"

"Just for tonight. I swear I'll be gone before sunrise."

Steve reached over and flipped his light switch.

"Jesus..." He whispered to himself in disbelief.

In the bedroom lighting, he was able to see the marks that covered Billy's shirtless body, and the oversized collar around his neck. He couldn't understand how he was able to make it to his house in the cold in only a pair of shorts, with that big contraption around his neck.

"What...is that thing?" Steve asked, slowly approaching.

"It's a shock collar. Like they put on fucking animals. I guess they saw me as an animal too."

"Can you take it off?"

"No, it's...screwed on."

"I—stay here. I'll take it off you."

Steve raced to his garage and grabbed the tool kit. He approached Billy with a screwdriver in hand, pitying him as he backed further into the corner.

"It's alright, man. I'm not gonna hurt you. I just wanna get that contraption off of you."

Billy stepped out of the corner, allowing Steve to slowly unscrew the collar, revealing a neck covered in nicks and burns.

"You...want a shower? Maybe some food?"

"Please. I haven't eaten in months."

"What?"

"I've just been sustained with a fucking IV." He showed Steve the bruising from the ripped out IV.

"Go. Use the shower. I'll bring something upstairs for you."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, go ahead. It's down the hall to the left."

"Thanks."

Steve watched as Billy disappeared down the hall and into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him.

He went back downstairs, grabbed the rest of his food and split it into 2 plates, before deciding maybe Billy should have it all and he can have a bowl of cereal if he got hungry again.

Steve brought the plate upstairs and grabbed some clothes from his dresser, then knocked on the bathroom door.

"It's just me." He called out. "Got some clothes here for you."

Billy turned the shower off and opened the door, gently grasping the clothes.

"Food's in my room when you're ready."

Billy nodded, gently closing the door.

Steve sat at his desk, sighing to himself. He loudly groaned when he heard his phone ringing downstairs.

"How many times am I gonna have to walk up and down these goddamn stairs?" He mumbled to himself.

"Hello?"

"Steve? Dude, did you hear?!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Yeah, I heard."

"Is it really a shapeshifter? Or is it actually Billy?"

"I dunno, Dustin, but I don't think we should talk about this over the phone. Maybe we can meet up tomorrow after school."

"Yeah—okay, yeah! Can you pick me up from school?"

Steve sighed. "Sure thing, buddy."

"Cool, later Steve!"

Steve hung up the phone, sighing to himself before returning upstairs to find Billy wolfing down the food, spilling crumbs all over his bed.

"Oh, sorry...did you want some?"

"No, I uh...I already ate."

Billy proceeded to wolf down his food, and Steve just sat there, with so many questions in his mind.

"That was good. Thanks, pretty boy. Want me to wash my dish—"

"No. It-it's fine. You should probably stay up here. I'll go sleep on the couch—"

"No! I-I mean...I don't wanna put you out. I should—I should sleep on the floor."

"In your condition? I can't let you do that." Steve shook his head in contest.

"I just..." Billy sighed. "I don't want to be alone."

Steve looked into Billy's frightened eyes. "They really hurt you in that lab, huh?"

Billy nodded.

This wasn't the Billy steve once knew, but he wasn't a shapeshifter, or a clone, or whatever bullshit the government agents tried to feed him. This was the real Billy. A scared young guy who had been abused relentlessly.

"I'll stay with you tonight. We can listen to the radio until we fall asleep, yeah?"

"You don't think they'll come back, do you?"

"Those agents? No..." Steve paused. "Probably not."

Billy disappointedly sighed.

"I could...stay awake. If it'll help you sleep easier." Steve suggsted.

"I don't want you to do that either. Let's just...sleep. However much we can."

Billy huddled close to the wall while Steve turned on the radio on low volume then crawled into the bed. He placed a pillow between himself and Billy.

This is so weird. Steve thought as he stared at Billy. He watched the pitiful mess sleep peacefully on the left side of his bed.

When Billy rolled over and draped his arm over Steve's shoulder, he initially thought to move it, but, he chose not to. Instead, he reached over and caressed his cheek, a tender moment shared between Billy and the only person who knew he was still alive.

[keen-li]

NEW YEAR, NEW MARMALADE; new year special.

☆BEFORE

Synopsis: where all you and jungkook's shenanigans began.

2nd drabble; Part of the MARMALADE series.

MASTERLIST

Warnings: two tipsy goofies, unprotected sex ( don't be silly, wrap it before you tap it), spanking, fingering, pet names, denial, no thinks, not so affectionate, dirty talking.

Wc: 4.3k

18+, Minors do not interact.

☆

It sucks how you were spending your new year's eve at home doing nothing. But you're glad at least you were living upto you new year's resolution. No parties.

You knew that there were parties happening, were you invited? No. Would you even go if you were? No, well maybe cause home is just a little boring.

You've settled to having a loner comfort night. Curled up into your couch with a blanket in your pajama shorts and a hot pizza by your side. Nothing better than this.

Ding dong.

You knit your eyebrows at the sound of the door bell. You weren't expecting anyone nor did you order anything.

You stand walking cautiously to the door, when you get to it you peep through the tiny hole. To your surprise to you see jungkook standing infront of your door, hand in his hair waiting for someone to open the door. His tattoos are perfectly on display in his black t-shirt.

Still a little confused to why he's here you open the door. Jungkook's eyes move to you as your figure comes into frame when you fully open the door.

"Hey" he says voice sure and deep.

The porch light illuminates his features well enough for you to admire, his lips look redder than usual.

"Hey" you respond a little more unsure and timid and your eyes move to the wine bottle in his hand.

"My brother isn't around" you inform "didn't he tell you?"

Your brother decided to leave you home alone and spend new year with his girlfriend out of town.  You were glad that he left so you can enjoy the new year alone.  You actually hoped to go to a party but ended up not feeling like it.

"I know" his words shock you, if he knows then what is he doing here.

"I came to see you" his sure smile and demeanour takes you back more.

You hum and nod awkwardly.

"Why?" You finally ask.

"Didn't see you at the party, so I thought you'd need some company"

"Do you mean the party I wasn't invited to?" You chuckle a bit directing for him to get in.

"What do you mean? I gave your brother the invitation" he informs you "he told me he'd give it to you." He waits for your response.

"I guess he didn't want me to go... cause he never gave it to me" you chuckle "he never liked me going going parties alone anyways"

"That's why you should give me your number so we can communicate directly" you smile at his attempt, which was kinda smooth to you.

Jungkook hums.

"Kinda sad you didn't come though" he places the bottle on your kitchen counter and his eyes meet yours. "I was hoping to see you"

Your heart thumps when he says that, you aren't sure if he means what you think but whatever he means it has your heart thumping.

You want to ask what he means but you don't want to ruin whatever you think he means.

"Do you drink?" He asks his eyes pointed to the bottle.

"Yeah I do" you pull out to wine glasses from your cabinet. Your mother insisted on you guys having those just in case, she's the care-free kind.

-

"Is it too strong?" He asks you leaning back against your couch, legs spread as he takes in his third glass of wine.

"No i-i don't think so" you stumble on your words showing the effect of the third glass on you.

Jungkook chuckles noticing how buzzed you've gotten. He himself's kinda buzzed too, he never expected wine to have such an effect on him so early on. He guesses it's cause of how comfortable he is right now.

"Why did you come here, you should've been at the party" you turn to face him.

"I came to keep you company. Plus it was boring anyways" he plays with the wine in his glass "it's good you never came"

You both laugh at that.

The party was surely boring, mostly cause his mind was so occupied with you. He'd been thinking too much about whether you were going to come and his mind ended up slipping to other thoughts of you. Like the ones of your Instagram posts. The one's you took for your birthday. By the looks of it, and by what your brother had said, you had taken a birthday trip with your friends  and those pictures were a result of it.

Jungkook couldn't stop thinking of those photos,  your thighs on display in that bikini and the sun hitting you just right. And that pretty smile of yours, that warmed his heart.

He didn't even plan on lingering or finding your pictures. They just popped up on his feed and after that he couldn't stop looking. His mind wondering too far for his liking leading him to have a very hot and needy session with himself which ended with him taking a cold shower cause he couldn't seem to reach his end. He needed you.

He knew it was wrong in some way to think of his friend's sister in this kind of way but damn he couldn't help himself. You were just what he wanted, what he needed. In more ways than one. Even though he doesn't like it and doesn't even know why.

At the party his mind was so filled with you that when yuji spoke to him, he got kinda pissed. And that's one of the reasons he left the party,  cause of yuji.

He never planned on coming here, he never thought it was a good idea but he thought about you all alone, bored at him. So he wanted to keep you some company.

"Some company huh?" you questioned.

"Yep" he turns to face you. His eyes momentarily fall onto your lips while are lightly stained by the wine.

"Its on my new year's resolution anyways" you say and he knits his brows at you.

"What is?" He asks curious.

"No going to any parties" he laughs at your statement "what im serious" you laugh back, you eye the way his arm flexes when he stretches it to run his hand through his hair.

"It's a good resolution" he sounds like he's teasing you.

"Okay. Seems like you have a better one" you raise a brow at him leaning your arm on the couch head. "What's your new year's resolution?"

"Me?" He places his hand on his chest. "I'm not the type to do that kind of thing"

"Oh come on" you roll your eyes. "Don't be like that"

"What?" He chuckles at you.

"I know you have a resolution. Even one" you lift your pointer to emphasise.

Jungkook chuckles at your bubblely talkativeness. He never knew you could be like this, maybe it's the wine.

"No I don't have any" he laughs and you shake your head.

"Okay okay" you pause placing a hand in his chest. You don't seem to realise what you're doing but jungkook does. He looks down at your hand that's still on him and it  brings a grin on his face. Makes him feel some kind of way. But he can't seem to deduce what it is. He lifts his head to stare at you and you don't seem attentive to what you're doing to him with that small touch.

"What do you want for yourself next year" you say your voice calm and you hold eye contact with him. Your eyes are genuine as you ask that question.

Jungkook puts on a thinking face as you stare at his wine stained pouty lips.

"You can tell me" your tone is warm and welcoming. He's never thought about what he wants for himself next year. He just lives life, hoping the choices come easy, which they never do. The way your eyes watch him warmly and your tone welcomes him to be able to open up, he feels like he can be open with himself and with you.

"Uhhh" he thinks "maybe to make better choices" he tells you voice calm and still in thought.  He does think he should learn to make better choices, maybe his life would be a little better.

"See thats a good start" your hand finally leaves his chest and he already misses your touch.

"Now you should keep your word" you move and reach for your glass of wine.

Jungkook places a hand on yours stopping you.

"Maybe you shouldn't drink more... you've had enough" his face is so close to yours that you can smell the wine from his breath.

"Don't you think you've had enough baby?" He says voice soft and gentle and he stares into your eyes. He doesn't know where that name came from but he said it and he doesn't regret it. The look on your face tells him you probably don't mind it too.

You don't know why but that name causes something to switch in you. With the way hes looking at you and you're currently switching to look at his lips, you can't help yourself. You're not even sure if he wants it too and you know it's probably wrong but it feels right in the moment.

With his lips so close to you you take the chance and connect your lips.  Maybe it's the wine that gave you the confidence or maybe it's just the need and desire for jungkook.  Your lips connect and it feels good, you've thought about this for some time now, but with the way he doesn't kiss you back makes you feel like you've pushed the limit.

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry. I-i-i shouldn't have done that" you move back.

"Maybe you were right, I shouldn't drink more" you chuckle awkwardly. You continue to mumble apologises and jungkook smirks at your mumbles.

"Shhh" you freeze when you feel his hand on your cheek. He lifts your face so you can face him.

"I liked it" He says before connecting your lips again. "You just caught me off gaurd" he smiles against your lips and your heart relaxes when he says he likes it.

You place your hands around his neck pulling him closer into your lips and hes kinda shocked by your forwardness. His lips are soft and smooth against yours, the way he pulls your lower lip makes you release a moan.

"Never thought you were the eager kind" he says leaning you back to rest your head against the couch.

You want to tell him you've thought about this before but you don't wanna make yourself seem desperate. You trap jungkook between your legs as he hovers over you.

His lips continue to move with yours in a hurried kiss, his tongue still tastes like wine which makes you pull him in closer. You hands pull at his roots and he releases a moan.

"Baby you're gonna have to go easy on me" he releases a breathy chuckle that brushes against your lips.

"I'm pretty sure you can handle it" your hands move down his chest to grab the end of his shirt.

"I can" he grinds his growing bulge against your core and you release a needy moan.

Your hands wantingly move to his belt and before you can rip it off; his hand stops you.

"Wait" he pauses and you knit your brows. "Are you sure or maybe you're just drunk"

"I'm pretty sober and sure I don't know about you?" You raise a brow at him.

"I am too" he smiles before going back to the wet and needy kiss.

You're both pretty sober. Sober enough to know that you're about to fuck your Brother's friend and for him to know he's about to fuck he's friend's sister.  But that's the last of your concerns right now, what you have in mind right now is to take off jungkook's pants.

He stands moving from you to pull off his pants fully leaving him shirtless in his briefs.

"Take those off" he nods to your bottoms and you comply quickly pulling them off. Jungkook widens his eyes when he sees you aren't wearing anything underneath.

"Commando huh?"

"It was my day of rest today" you defend as he sits himself between your thighs.

"Or maybe you were waiting for somebody?" You shake your head at his question and he smiles.

"Good" he connects your lips, immediately searching for your tongue and finding it.

Your hands caress his abs and the muscles that contract under your touch.

"Are you a..." he asks cautiously hoping you catch on.

"No. But its been a while" you tell him getting shy for the first time tonight. You haven't slept with anyone in a while, you've just been trying to pay attention to school. Maybe that's why you feel so needy for jungkook, and not that you actually feel something for him.

"Fuck" you grunt when you pull jungkook out of his briefs, hot and heavy.

"What? Are you scared?" He asks a little cheeky and proud that he had that reaction from you.  Cause he knows girls can get kinda intimidated by his him.

"No. But maybe just a bit" you stroke him a bit making him scrunch his face. How he'd love to have your hands wrapped around him forever but tonight he just needs to fuck you.

"Don't worry I'll be gentle" he whispers by your ear and brushes his tip through your folds. You release a moan hoping he doesn't tease you for long.

"But I won't promise that next time" he places open kisses on your neck.

Next time? You wonder. Does he plan on making this a routine, you don't mind though.

He continues to swipe his tip in between your folds and you honestly feel like you could finish this way but its not enough still.

"Jungkook please" you whine.

"You don't want me to prep you a bit" he moves his hands and sticks two fingers in you.  The stretch burns a little but pleasures more. He watches your face show many emotions by the the he pulls his fingers in and out. The squelching sounds make blood rush to his cock making it pulse even harder.

"Fuck baby, you're so fucking wet" he confesses by your ear but you're to lost in the pleasure to respond. Your whines and whimpers fall onto jungkook's ear. A melody to his ears.

Jungkook can feel your hole pulsate around his fingers and your moans grow louder. He knows you're close.

"Come on baby. Come over my fingers" he encourages.

Jungkook's words and the sounds in the air encourage you reach your end.

"Fuck" you moan breathless.

"Fuck is right baby" he kisses your lips. "You think you can take my cock, come for me one more time?" He asks and you nods.

"Please" is all you can say and you lock your lips with his. As your lips intertwine you can feel his tip at your entrance.

You gasp when you feel him push through.  The stretch is wider than before and it has you gripping the skin of his back.

"Shhh. Its okay" he pushes further and your slick helps him move further. He fully settles in you and stays like that for a bit getting comfortable.

Jungkook can't help but think about how warm and comfortable you feel. He's thought about this ever since he doesn't even know when. Ever since that damn Christmas party last year. He doesn't why or when it happened but you made him feel different. Looking at you that night felt different, like he wasn't looking at his friend's sister. But he can't think about that right now, maybe later. Right now you're someone he really wants. And needs.

This is really gonna help him take his mind off things and enjoy you.

"You're so freaking warm"

He doesn't even want to move,  he could stay like this forever. With his little cock sleeve to keep him warm and cozy.

"Are you gonna move or not?" You snap him out of his thoughts and he chuckles.

"Sorry got comfortable in your little pussy" you clench when he says that.

Jungkook raises a brow at that reaction.

"You like that huh?" He slips out. "You like it when I talk about this little pussy" you clench again as he moves In again. He groans at how tight you feel , the way you hold onto him for dear life.

"Fuck baby. If you hold onto me any tighter I won't last long"

You chuckle and pull his face towards yours.

"That would be a shame"

"I know,  that's why you need to open up for me"

Instead you tighten restricting his movements teasingly. You see him scrunch his face then throw a warning glare and grin at you. Knowing what you're doing you smirk and tighten even more.

"Behave yourself Y/n" he says your name pleading and desperate. You don't seem to want to obey him so he does the only thing he knows.

You gasp when a smack lands on your thighs. It stings and falls hards.

"Ouch"

"I wanted to go soft on you, but you dont seem like you deserve it" another smack lands on the same spot.

"Huh?Do you think you deserve it?" You suck in a breath as he rubs the stinging area.

"Huh?" Another one lands and the fact that he's still in you makes you clench around him. Though it feels good you just want to feel him move.

You shake your head answering his question.

"So you like being spanked as well" he moves to your ear "you're not the good girl i thought you were" he chuckles "but I don't mind."

He grips your thighs spreading them roughing and you groan. And like a maniac starts to frantically rock into you.

You can barely hold in your moans and whimpers as he drills into you mercilessly.

His name casually falls from your lips in between moans.

Jungkook wants to confess how much he's thought about this and about you. But he doesn't want to seem desperate or like he just came here to fuck you. He didn't plan on it but he couldn't say no. He just wanted to talk to you,  little did he know you also seemed to share the same thoughts. Or maybe you were just looking for a quick fuck cause you haven't had the chance to in a while. He doesn't want to think about it. Whether you're fucking for the sake of it or whether you actually feel something, he doesn't care. It'd be better if you don't think much of this anyways.

You move your hands to reach were you're both connected. Your hands start to rub circles on your bud and jungkook smacks your thigh drawing your attention.

He shakes his head. "Jungkook please" you whine.

He knows what you want, and jungkook doesn't like to take orders but he'll do it for you.

Your moans grow stronger as you feel his fingers rub circles where you need it the most. Your head beings to go dizzy with pleasure as jungkook starts to speed up.

"Fuck I'm so close" he says grunting.

"Me too" you inform.

His hips don't halt as you clench feeling your high reach.

"Fuck I'm not on birth control" you remember and inform him worriedly at the last minute. You got carried away.

"Fuck y/n" he sounds a little mad.

"Sorry"

"I'll pull out" he tells you his face scrunched up.

You grip the couch as the knot snap in you. "Shit" you moan.

"Where do you want it?" He asks rushed, you can't even think or ponder on his statement cause your brain gets foggy from the overstimulation from him chasing his own high.

"Fuck Y/n. SPEAK!" the way he grips your thighs pulls your attention. You don't get the chance to respond as he pulls put and spurts on your stomach.

"Fuck" he runs his hands through his hair. "When I ask you something, respond quickly"

He slaps your thigh.

"Otherwise next time I'm gonna put a baby in you" he grits his teeth as he stands to put on his trousers. He doesn't seem mad but maybe just a little annoyed about it.

"And we both don't want that" he throws you a tissue he got from the kitchen.

You wipe him off you and put on your bottoms.

You watch jungkook put on his shirt and the lack of a little more care and affection or even eye contact  aches you in some kind of way. You shouldn't care but you can't help but to, you hug your frame as you stand. There's still a little discomfort in between your legs but its still bare able.

You watch jungkook walk to the door and you raise your brows.

"You're leaving?" you ask timidly no longer feeling so confident. He turns his head in question.

"I mean we could finish the movie" you say trying to convince him.

"That movie's long gone y/n" he chuckles as he holds the door open and steps on the porch, you follow and place your hand on the door.

"Plus, I'm not sure when when your brother will be back so I better get going. "

You want to tell him that your brother won't be here tonight or even tomorrow but you decide to let him leave.  If he wants to he can leave you're not gonna hold him. Even though it does kinda make you feel used. Maybe it's the lover girl in you.

Jungkook notices the sad look on your face and that you're now shielding yourself from him, which makes him frown. He doesn't want to make you feel like he was using you, that's not what he was doing. He just knows that it's not best for him to stay.  He knows your brother won't be here tonight, he just used it as an excuse, he can't stay any longer that he should've. Now that he thinks about it he shouldn't have even fucked you, but he doesn't regret it still.

"I enjoyed tonight" he says hoping that lifts your spirits up.  It seems to only do half of it, and you give him a half smile.

"Me too" you say voice still shallow.

"Uhh"

He wants to say something but is interrupted by a loud pop and flash in the sky. You both watch the brightly coloured sparks spread in the sky, and the loud sound makes you jump a little but he doesn't noticed.

Jungkook hums pulling out his phone to check the date. You watch a smile pull on his face as he turns to you.

"I guess it's new year" he says trying to sound jolly and you give him the most genuine smile you have.

"Happy New year Y/n" he approaches you and places a kiss on your forehead, which he'd never do but he's just trying to make you feel better and let you know he wasn't using you.

Somehow it does give you some comfort as you take in his scent one more time, you're sure this scent's gonna linger for the rest of the night.

"Happy New year jungkook" you smile sounding a little happier.

Jungkook walks away as the fireworks still blare in the sky. You stay outside watching the sky a little longer as you wonder what the heck you just did. Did you really just fuck your Brother's friend.  What makes it worse is that it was the best fuck of your life. What a way to start the year, your friends would tap your back for this. But you don't think its anything to cheer you on for.

As jungkook drives back home he hopes you dont get carried away with this. It would make the situation even worse. He doesn't regret it, he just doesn't want to drag you along. He kind of wishes he never slept with you,  maybe he shouldn't even have visited you. But it's not your fault its his.

-

It's been like 5 days into the new year and you couldn't stop thinking about new year's eve. You still don't regret it but you're just kind of concerned whether your brother would find out.

You've tried to act like yourself and not awkward like jungkook told you to.

"Just act cool otherwise he'll notice" he says through the speaker of yaour phone.

"I'm trying" you say.

"Try harder" he chuckles and so do you.

"But what if he finds out?" you nervously say mentally biting your nails.

You hear jungkook sigh.

"Y/n" his voice drops an octave as he says your name and he gives you flashbacks of that night.

"Your brother won't find out, I promise you. That's if you don't give it away"

You hum and feel kind of reassured that jungkook won't tell. Its all up to you to not give it up.

"Do you kind of regret it" you ask softly and he seems taken aback by your question.

"Do you?"

You've been thinking about that and you're pretty sure of your answer now.

"No I don't" you bite your bottom lip. "Do you?"

Do you feel nervous asking him that? YES. Cause what if he says yes, what will you do then. You kind of don't want to hear his answer now, but it's too late you've already asked.

"No." Your heart thumps.

"But maybe I would if I couldn't still feel your pussy wrapped around my cock"  you can hear the smirk as he says that.

You smile as he says that, some how even through the phone he has you clenching around nothing.

"Good night Y/n. See you when I see you" you can literally hear him smile it's crazy.

"Have a good year jungkook" you say before cutting.

This is gonna be an interesting year for you.

☆

I hope you all have a lovely and pleasant New year. hope you'll be with MARMALADE even next year:)

Happy new year.

I'm not a professional at writing smut, hope this was digestible.

[philtstone]

16 (nose kisses), Anne/Gilbert!

The unspoken laws and loyalties of bosom friendship notwithstanding, Anne has been inching nearer and nearer to the edge of her patience with every subsequent Post-Date Diana who enters their humble apartment.

"Oh, Anne," she says the first time, admittedly Diana-ish in the rosy, stalwart flush of her cheeks. "I just had the best time. We got spaghetti, and he held my purse, and I think I laughed all night long."

Fred Wright is nowhere near funny enough for Anne to believe this a sustainable laughter, but Diana is happy, and if one isn't expecting a date to go anywhere -- which Anne is not -- the best outcome of the whole thing would be an enjoyable old time. Anne says, "A grand old success, then," while Diana goes, smiling, to the bathroom to get unready, and that is that.

So Anne thinks, anyhow.

"Anne," says Diana after the second date. "Oh, I keep thinking about him. He's got such nice eyes, and such lovely hair --" (It's so very flat and straight, which Anne has never found alluring, but she holds her tongue) "-- and gosh, Anne, all I could think of was how desperately I wanted to kiss his nose. I felt like a heroine from a romance, Anne, I really did!"

This is less like the Di Anne knows, but she allows that years of being exposed to Anne might have predicted such behaviour -- his nose, really! No one has so alluring a nose that you'd want to kiss it, let alone Fred's flat and snub one -- Diana's is so much more aristocratic -- but Anne manages to smile and nod. She has twelve readings due tomorrow, so she decides -- whilst on a semi-regular video call with recent chum Gil Blythe -- that she'll deal with it later.

"Diana's sensible," Anne tells him, stoutly, while she braids her hair for bed and he squints at his Anatomy 412 flashcards by the sink with a toothbrush in his mouth. "Not like I am, Gil -- she'll grow out of this Fred thing. I mean, she has dreams, for God's sake, and Fred is so -- so -- Fred."

"Fred's a nice enough guy," Gilbert says, muffled around his toothbrush. He spits. "Accounting's got steady income. And, you know, Diana's mom's got to like him -- not like the last few guys."

It's true, of course, that Fred Wright goes to the same Korean Church the Barrys have patronized for years, but Anne sees this as immaterial to Diana's dreams of becoming a self-made creative marketing director in the modern age of womankind.

"We've got exams in a week," Anne says with confidence. "I'm sure she'll be back to herself in no time."

The third date comes and goes, and Diana admits -- after a whole two days of secretive private sighing -- to a make-out session of the most agreeable kind. There was over the clothes action. Anne howls with such violent shock that her prized 2014 MacBook almost flies across the room.

"And it took you two days to tell me?" she shrieks.

Diana is only a very little bit repentant.

Anne becomes convinced. She is losing her closest friend in the world -- to a man.

To Fred Wright. And his perfectly average nose!

Oh, calamity!

"Anne," says Gilbert, for the tenth time, a week after Diana's gone on her fifth date. Well -- they're not really dates anymore. Anne's been informed that her best friend is in a whole relationship with the dreaded Fred. After three days of a stiff upper lip (she had two papers due for women's studies) she has broken down in tears in Gilbert's dorm. Thank God Josie and Moody left an hour ago, because Anne doesn't think she could've borne the humiliation of Losing It in front of them.

Gilbert, somehow, is different.

"Anne," he says once more, gently. She can feel his hands rubbing carefully against her back, and it is helping, really. She hiccups a few times.

"I'm just -- we had these dreams together, Gil. What if she goes off and gets married before me and never becomes duchess of digital marketing, and I'm left alone and friendless and -- and -- alone -- and, oh, I haven't even started my third term paper. Alone!"

At this, Gilbert sighs fully and pulls her into a hug. Anne hiccups weepily for a while longer against his chest, which is surprisingly solid. She supposes she ought to have expected this -- just as she ought to have expected Diana's romantic escapades -- because, as evidenced by the old football jersey he's currently wearing, Gilbert the pre-med student was until very recently something of an athlete. Anne tripped over her own feet the last time she tried running, and so has long since given up the stuff. This noted contrast is suddenly and inconveniently allowing a queer feeling to enter her stomach.

"Anne," Gilbert says a third time, somewhere around the vicinity of her forehead. "You're not alone. You goose. As if Diana would ever forget about you."

"But things might change," Anne says.

It comes out in a far smaller voice than she intends it to. And then, as if inspired, she looks up.

She doesn't mean to, and perhaps she is compelled by some greater force; in that moment, she comes the closest she ever has to Gilbert's own nose. It is far nicer than Fred Wright's, Anne's mind manages to notice. Long and straight and brown, and -- well, there is a freckle or two there, from the sun, but they're much sweeter than Anne's own and something about their proximity is making her stomach flip. His arm is warm against her side.

She could kiss his nose, pops the thought into her head, so very unwanted.

"Not all change is a bad thing, Anne," Gilbert says, his low voice scattering that awful intrusion to the four winds. He is as quiet as she had been, but more steady, somehow. Gilbert is often steady, these days, and steadiness is something Anne has never thought, actively, to crave before, but she has -- well, she has.

Anne takes a deep, querulous breath and pretends her head isn't spinning. Gilbert's expression shifts; she stops staring at his nose. A very small part of her, perceptive in spite of herself, thinks that he is about to take pity on her.

He does.

"C'mon," Gil says, untangling them and helping Anne to her feet with a decidedly chummy arm up. "You've got your paper and I've got this bellringer. I'll put on some tea, we'll focus, and then I can come with you tomorrow to stage a Diana Intervention."

And it won't really be that -- Anne loves Diana too much to want anything but the best and happiest for her -- but she is comforted, all the same.

[kotton-kandy953]

━ 𝙻𝚄𝙲𝙺𝚈 𝙼𝙴

➛ yandere!nagito k. x fem!reader

title page┆word count: 714┆warnings: none┆a/n: not thoroughly proofread btw. the prologue can be skipped if you do not want to read it. I only wrote it for context reasons !

❝ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ❞

╰⋯➤ saccharine — jazmin bean

PROLOGUE ━ SCHOOL TRIP ?

⤷ 𝖄𝖔𝖚

were completely shocked by the information just dumped onto you and the 16 other students.

For context reasons, I have to explain what has happened in the last few hours.

Today was supposed to be your first day of School at Hope's Peak Academy as the Ultimate High-school level Digital Artist.

But to everyone's dismay, some pink stuffed bunny named "Usami," who proclaimed to be your teacher, explained that you and a bunch of high schoolers you've never met are forced to go an a "heart-throbbing school trip" in this strange tropical paradise.

After she finished explaining that you all needed to collect hope fragments and get along, everyone just went their separate ways, you included.

You were about to go into the lobby of the hotel when a hand suddenly rested on your shoulder. You let out a sigh before turning around.

There were two taller males standing in front of you. One was skinner with pale, almost white skin. He had white hair and tips that faded into a pale brown.

The other had tanner skin, green eyes and spiky short hair. He was the last person to enter the classroom earlier.

"U- uh... hi...?" You asked awkwardly, not really wanting to indulge in conversation at the moment.

The white haired male smiled, "Sorry to bother you... L/n, is it?"

How did he-

"I'm Nagito Komaeda, the Ultimate Lucky Student. I know, a worthless talent, huh? I won't blame you if you ever forgot it"

His brown haired companion awkwardly broke the weird tension Nagito had put in the atmosphere.

"I'm Hajime Hinata, nice to meet you." He cleared his throat, "And I don't really... remeber my talent..." he trailed off.

"It's okay if you don't remember it, a lot has happened in the past hour." You smiled reassuringly, making Hajime smile back.

But Nagito smiled even bigger, "I should've known you'd say something like that! As expected from such a hopeful Ultimate as yourself!"

"Uh... thanks? I’m Y/n L/n, the Ultimate Digital Artist.”

After that... odd... conversation with the two, Usami suddenly came onto the nearest monitor and announced to everyone that they needed to go to the beach.

"Are you going, L/n?" Hajime asked after glancing over at Nagito.

"Do we really have a choice?" You responded.

Once the bathing suits were distributed and your classmates started to get in the water, you stood by Hajime, who also didn't want to join the others.

"You're not going with them?" You asked curiously.

He shook his head, "No, I don't want to..."

That was until he heard Usami's "encouraging" words and ran to go get a swimsuit.

Then, you were alone.

"Maybe I should—" before you could finish your thought, the sky grew grey with dark storm clouds. And the monitors blinked on and a strange, laidback, high-pitched voice rang out.

"Mic check... mic check... can you hear me?" Everyone froze at the strange change of atmosphere.

"Now then, sorry to keep you all waiting for so long. Let's leave all this worthless entertainment behind...

It's time for the main attraction! You guys better hustle over to Jabberwock Park!"

And that's what you all did, despite their oddly playful voice, it has a very threatening undertone that sent a shiver down your spine.

Once at said park, a half-white half-black stuffed bear appeared out of the blue and became know as "Monokuma" in a rather... extravagant way.

Next, the stuffed bear quite literally violated Usami and transformed her into Monomi, his "younger sister."

Then finally, he explained to you all that one must get away with murder to leave the island.

When he began listing the many ways to end a person's life, you froze in fear and shock.

'M- murder...?' you thought, no, there's no way this is real...

Noticing your unease, Nagito made his way over to you and rested his hand onto your shoulder. He gave you a smile that was supposed to calm your nerves but it only did the opposite.

“Don’t touch me, please.”

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[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

DOUBLE DATE?

Pairings: George Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: you've been trying to set up your best friend, George with your friend Angelina so you go on a double date with them and you and your boyfriend. Warnings: none?

"c'mon Georgie, have you asked Angie out yet? are you going to Hogsmeade this weekend with her?" you grabbed a hold of Georges arm excitedly about the topic of them going on a date together

"I haven't gotten to it yet, love" he sighed, his shoulders slouching at the thought of going out with Angelina

Angie...she's great, she likes quidditch, she's smart, pretty and kind but she's not what George thinks about every minute of the day, she's not the one that makes him nervous or makes him get butterflies every time she laughs.

it's just not her.

"but you will do it though, right? you'd have an amazing time" you smiled brightly up at the twin, you made it hard for him to say no sometimes.

"yeah, when I have time"

you let go of his arm as you walked towards one of the quads, spotting your boyfriend, George looks over at him and back at you, smiling softly, not wanting you to leave

"good, because if you don't I'll have to ask her for you" you said strictly

"I know, I know"

"good, see' ya!" you waved at him before turning away and going to your boyfriend, who happened to be in Ravenclaw, way smarter than George could ever be, the younger twin often found himself thinking.

the ginger watched you walk away from him, but he still felt your touch on his arm, the tingling sensation never stopping.

--

George still hadn't asked Angelina out to Hogsmeade, yes, he had talked to her, I mean they are friendly towards each other, but he couldn't find it in himself to do anything, because deep down he didn't want to, not with her.

and you knew he hadn't, but you just thought he was too nervous to so you decided to do it yourself. besides, the trip to Hogsmeade it tomorrow

you walked up to the girl who was sitting in the great hall, eating a snack with a friend, who was busy discussing transfiguration with professor McGonagall"

"hey Ang! going to Hogsmeade tomorrow?" you asked

"no, I was going to stay here and study for muggle studies, why?" she tilted her head, her ponytail swaying as she moved

"oh, I was just gonna ask you if you wanted to go with me, Liam's got detention so.." you sighed

"oh, ok yeah, I'll go with you sure!" she grinned

"you sure? you need to study" you asked, you didn't take muggle studies but you did hear about the test they have coming up as George also takes it.

"it's in 2 weeks, I'll be fine, meet me tomorrow at 10 at the gate?" she brushed it off

"alright! see ya then!" you beamed at her, skipping to to common room where you knew George was

"Georgieeee" you laughed as you strolled into the common room, his head snapping towards you as he sat on the couch

"yeah?" he blinked in a confused manner

"wanna go to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow?" you questioned happily, going to sit beside him

"what about Liam?" he moved over so you could sit, you lifted your legs up and set them on his lap, facing him as he looked over and you questionably

"he's got detention" you shrugged

"a guy as smart as him got detention?" he raised an eyebrow, somewhat shocked by the news

"he corrected Snape, what else would you expect?" you laughed

it was true, he did, in fact have detention for that very reason, but you used it for your advantage

"who else is going?" he shifted in his seat, moving your legs a bit to be more comfortable

"no one, just me and you" you lied to him, a slight smile on your face as you saw his reaction

"oh ok, yeah, I'll join ya, I need to go to Zonkos anyway" he agreed.

"great, meet me outside of three broomsticks so we can gets butterbeer first"

--

you walked with Angie towards the place you're meeting George

"oh yeah, just so you know, George is gonna be there, he wanted to come" you informed her as you saw him standing outside of the Three Broomsticks.

"oh ok, cool" she nodded her head, fixing her scarf as it blew off her shoulder

George caught the sight of You walking with Angelina as you approached and his smile faltered, it wasn't just gonna be you and him.

"hey Georgie" you greeted him with a big smile

"hi" he turned to the girl beside you "Angie" he nodded politley

"hello George" she mimicked his movements, nodding her head too.

"well i'm freezing, let's go inside and get some butterbeer, shall we?" you suggested, looking between the two of your friends.

"right yeah" George looked at you and opened the door, letting you both walk in first

"aw, how sweet George" you giggled, looking back at Angelina

"isn't he a gentleman, Ang?" you asked with a smirk

"he is" she laughed lowly

you got a table and sat down together, but quickly got up, excusing yourself from the table

"i gotta go to the bathroom real quick, order me a butterbeer will ya?" you asked them before walking around the corner towards the bathrooms, but you skipped the ladies door and went to the front door, leaving the shop to go back to school, after a quick shop at honeydukes.

it had been five minutes and your butterbeer was on the table in front of your seat next to George.

it didn't feel right with her, it was awkward, it was getting to the point when they both started to figure out you left them there together.

George felt stupid for thinking you wanted to just spend time with him alone, it's been a while since you've done that.

ever since you got with Liam you hadn't gone here alone

"she left didn't she?" Angelina finally spoke, she was aware that you trying to set her up with the younger twin, but she didn't think you would act upon it, besides, she fancied a different twin

"yep, I'm sorry, i don't know why she's so fixated on doing this" he sighed, rubbing his eyes, staring down at his empty glass

"i'll pay for your drink, you can go and study for Muggle studies, i gotta get some things anyway" he shook his head, giving her a sight smile

"are you sure, i don't wanna leave you" she felt bad if she left, but she did need to study, when she agreed to come she thought she's be spending it with a friend, not her crush's brother

"yeah it's fine, go on ahead, I'll see you on Monday" he insisted, she gathered her things and got up, looking at George with a pitiful look

"I'm sorry" she said

George looked up at her confused "for what?"

"I know you like her" she didn't need to say more, George bit the inside of his cheek and nodded his head

"it's fine ang, just go"

he didn't need a scientist to tell him he liked you, he knew, but hearing it out loud hit a nerve in his body, it was stupid wasn't it? stupid and so cliché.

he drank the butterbeer that was supposed to be yours and payed for them before leaving, popping in the Zonkos to buy a few things for him and Fred.

the school was basically empty, everybody was at Hogsmeade with they're partners and friends to have fun, but not George.

he grumpily walked into the common room and found you reading on the couch, staying warm by the fire.

the room was empty, no one there but you and now him. you heard his footsteps and looked up, smiling immediately

"hey! how was Hogsmeade with Angie?" you asked him, feeling happy to see him after a date with Angie

"after you left us there i told her to go, she needed to study, Y/n, you wasted her time by asking her to go" George wasn't in the mood for your match making game anymore, it had been months and he was tired of it, he wasn't mad but he just wanted you to stop.

"being with you isn't a waste of time" you put your book down on the table

"yeah well we weren't there to spend it with each other, we were there to spend time with you" he shook his head at you

"well i thought it would be nice, i mean you didn't ask her out so i did it for you, I basically gave you a free date with her" your smile faltered, he looked annoyed at you, he never looks annoyed

"free? i payed for the all the drinks, which i could barely afford, including your one that was left untouched because you left, and did you ever stop to think that i didn't ask her out yet becuase i don't want to?" he rambled, putting his bag down

"you said you were gonna, i just assumed you were too nervous" you shrugged

"i said that because i wanted to make you happy, and I've never told you I've liked her, because i can tell you right now that I don't, I don't like her" he huffed out

"i'm sorry, I just wanted to go on a double date with you two and me and Liam" you apologised sheepishly

"and why do you think i would want to do that? love, I would rather have detention with Snape 100 times than go on a double date with you and Liam" he said your boyfriends name weirdly

"what why?" you stood up, walking towards him, he looked angry now

"because why would i want to see you on a date with another guy!?" he scoffed

"what do you mean, you would be there" you furrowed your eyebrows

"yeah but you wouldn't be with me" he took a breath, looking down at you disappointedly

"yes i would, i mean you could sit next to me" you said, trying to reason with him

"how do you not understand what i'm saying?" he laughed sadly

"well what are you trying to say?" you stepped closer, grabbing his hand supportively, he looked down at your hands and lifted them up, showing you

"what type of friends do this?" he motioned towards your hands, you look at them and smile

"best friends?" you answer him

"no, name friends that hold hands, love" he looks at you pleadingly

"i don't know" you thought for a second before giving him your answer

"i know i've never seen it, but i can tell you that couples do it" he tells you

"i know, I hold Liam's hand all the time!" you smile

"so why do we hold hands, we're not a couple" he whispers

you let go of his hand and step back

"i know, we're best friends"

"this is useless" he closes his eyes, rubbing his face

"well then just tell me what you're trying to say! it's not that hard" you swing your hands around

"figure it out, everything i've said should tell you what i'm trying to say" he clenches his jaw.

you looked down and thought about what he said. you weren't clueless you were just blinded.

so when the switch clicked in your mind, you looked up at him, his face telling you all you needed to know

his face was gentle, holding a barely visible smile and his eyes held such a tenderness and loving look, you could see the longing and the strong feelings that they held, but they looked sad. no wonder why.

"how long?" you muttered, it was so quiet, the only other noise what the crackle from the fire

"so long...too long" he murmured, the look never leaving his face

"why did you never tell me?" you asked, feeling as though you've missed out

"what would you have said? because if you said no then I would of lost my best friend" he breath hitched and you could see it in his chest

"i never would have said no to you George, not in any universe would i have said no to that" you felt your nose begin to buzz as you felt tears begin to form in your eyes

"well then I'm sorry" he came closer. bringing you into his embrace

"You should've told me" you said into his chest. Muffling your words

"I didn't want to lose you" he responded sadly

"You wouldn't of"

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[simp999]

A New Home Ch. 40

Various! Splatoon Manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader

Wc: 1.2k

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Once you got back to the helicopter, you realised Goggles was missing. Ah, that's right- the octo expansion. Well, you supposed you'd leave the story alone for a while, focusing on your own.

Before leaving Grizz.co, you offer a half-hearted wave at Mask, taking off.

You wondered if you lived up to his expectations in that Salmon Run shift. Did you do okay? Did you get enough eggs for his expectations? You shook your head to rid the thoughts.

Where else to go but to train to distract yourself? To the training area you went. You picked up a random weapon from Ammo Knights, given you didn't have your main. You figured you'd practice with something new.

You trained until your legs were ready to give out. You couldn't get every word of that interaction out of your head. They hated you, didn't they? What made you think you could be friends with your favorite characters? You finally sat with your face in your hands, struggling to hold back your tears. What would you do now that you were homeless, and overall stuck in this world? Try to find a way back?

Did you really want to go back?

It was now a choice between which world was worse.

You had more potential here, you thought. Until offishials found out you existed. Do police even exist here? There was still so much to learn. You still had a few friends, such as the blue and green team for the time being. Maybe... maybe even team Monarch could be considered friends. You didn't have to pay taxes, you didn't have anything under your name. Would you get hunted down if the wrong people found out you existed? Would anyone you knew attempt to protect you?

You were stuck in more ways than one. Stuck in this world, stuck in your own head, and stuck between choices to be made. Your head swiftly quirked up as you heard someone enter, but you were too late with your reaction time.

Your reaction time was too late. Now that's rare. How out of it were you?

Oh cod, out of everyone that could have shown up.

You were face-to-face with a Yellow-Green squid who stood shocked in front of you: puffy, red-faced.

You looked so... tired. Vulnerable.

Sad.

He almost just wanted to pick you up and hold you. But that wasn't something his mind nor body would allow. Not with all the questions racing through his mind. Blunt as ever,

"... Why are you crying?"

You stayed frozen. You didn't want your voice to crack, but you felt like he deserved any information he asked for. Your voice came out small and broken.

"I don't know what to do. I'm stuck here, where everyone wants me gone."

His brows furrowed.

"Who said they wanted you gone?"

It was a genuine question. He was honestly confused. And maybe a little angry. He wanted to pummel whoever had told you that... maybe.

You sniffled. "The S4?" You moreso questioned than stated.

He blinked. He was no good at what he was about to do, but he'd try. For you.

He quietly sat down beside you, an awkward distance away.

"We never said that. We just needed some time to think it over. "

He wasn't sure where to go from there.

He really was bad at comforting.

You sniffled again and toyed with your fingers, looking away from him. You brought your knees up, and placed your temple against them, head facing away from Rider.

"Did you guys figure it out?"

"I don't know about them, but I'm still unsure.

I can tell you mean no harm, though."

You paused. You turned your head to lazily face him, gaze still anywhere but on Rider.

"What are we?"

And suddenly he remembered all those moments with you.

All the ones where you wouldn't catch his blush, or the way he stayed quiet, afraid of messing up his words. The way he grew jealous of Stealth during all the times you'd innocently tease him.

It was happening the whole time- he admired your and your strength, he thought.

He thought.

The way he wanted to battle you so badly, only so that he could see your strategies up close, of course... No. That wasn't it. It was only so that he could see you up close.

He shook his head. What was the question? Oh, right.

He knew you meant it platonically.

"I don't know."

But he didn't.

He didn't know what he wanted now. He was stuck, too.

"Can we figure it out together? I don't like being away from my favorite people."

He sat, gazing at you with thoughtfulness.

"That sounded selfish, I'm sorry."

He shook his head.

"You're right. I think they might appreciate some better communication."

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You felt so small, figuratively. You once again felt like you just landed here, and you were somehow face to face with your idols.

Except this time, you were unsure if your very own idols hated you. Even more anxiety-inducing than your first meetings with each of them.

You all sat around a table, but it felt like they were all staring at you. Did they expect you to speak first? Your head stayed down. Aloha had his chin in the palm of his hand, Army was writing something down, and Skull was sitting silently, glaring? Maybe just staring, you couldn't tell. Mask had yet to show.

"Cod, can someone please say somethin'? M' gettin' bored!"

Thanks Aloha.

You mumbled:

"I'm sorry."

A combined hum from Rider and Army came.

"I'm sorry for hurting you guys. I know it must be tough to understand everything- hell, I don't understand half of it. I'm sorry for putting you through this."

You spoke between small sniffles and with slurred words. There was so much to think about, and you had no reason to drag them all into it. You should've just continued to avoid them... you were such a mess. You sighed deeply, tears pricking your eyes. Not this again...

"You need sleep."

You lazily tilted your eyes to face Army. He could tell how drained you were by all of this.

"Yeah, sweetheart. We're not mad, so don't get that image in that pretty lil' head o' yours. We just need time ta digest, y'know?"

Aloha reached his hand over to yours, rubbing his thumb over the back of it. Rider sent a small glare his way.

"I imagine you needed time when you first got here, right? Something like that," He continued off of Aloha's statement.

Skull nodded, and was the first to stand up after realising what Army had said.

He guided you to his room, with a quite massive bed- you weren't to surprised, given how tall he is - he kind of needed it.

"Are you sure?"

He nodded- it was rare of him to take naps during the day, why was this an issue for you? He didn't understand.

"Alright then,"

You looked back at him before carefully getting cozy in his massive bed.

"Thank you. So very much,"

You smiled. You were so tired, even he could tell. He nodded again, pointing at a jar next to his bed. It was a candy jar. Aww. Your smile warmed. You'd have one when you woke up, you thought.

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May. 29. 24

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[dollyyun]

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 | 11

SYPNOSIS: wherein Hwang Stella's life is tangled in a predicament involving her clandestine identity as a racer, her seemingly daily life as the official heir to the Hwang Empire, and seven guys with whom she has a complex history with. PAIRING: non!idols enhypen members x fem!oc. GENRE: 18+ (mdni), reverse harem, chaebols, semi-college, racing, eventual adulthood, eventual enha being f1 drivers, multiple povs and written in fic. WARNINGS: expletives, angst, heartbreaks, drama. WORD COUNT: 10k FEATURING: ITZY Yeji TAGLIST: @aishigrey @kgneptun

✘ SERIES MASTERLIST ✘

"Do you really have to leave?" I don't bother to conceal my sadness as I watch Yeji organise and pack her stuff in her luggage. Tonight is her flight back to New York. To be fair, Yeji has been staying here for two weeks, and it is inevitable that she has to go back and resume her life. But I don't want her to yet, as it feels like only yesterday she arrived.

Yeji closes her luggage with a thud before zipping it up. She brushes strands of hair away from her face frame as she rises from the ground. With two hands on her waist, she looks at me with an apologetic smile. "I have to. Plus, I have busy schedules for the upcoming weeks."

A sigh leaves my lips as I slouch my shoulders in defeat. "I know. You're thriving in your life and your career. I just hate it that you're leaving me behind again with these people."

Yeji engulfs me in a hug, and as she is taller than me, I rest my head in the nook of her neck, hugging her tightly while the frown on my face deepens. "I'm sorry, but like I said, I'd love to bring you with me if it weren't for the fact that you must do what you need to." Yeji pulls away and cups my cheeks. A small smile appears on her lips. "Plus, I can't be apart from the love of my life any longer. He can be too clingy, just like you."

In an instant, my eyes widen in shock while my lips parted. "You have a boyfriend?" I accidentally raise my voice to a higher pitch.

"Yup, except that he's now my fiancé." Yeji nods her head. "We've been together for three years now."

I shouldn't be surprised by the fact that Yeji has already been taken by someone. I mean, she's Hwang Yeji, and her captivating beauty mesmerises anyone at first glance. But still.

"I'd like to meet this fiancé of yours." I can't help but grin, the sadness slowly dissipates.

"Come to New York, and you'll meet him." Yeji winks at me before we break into a fist of laughter.

My phone in my pocket rings loudly, interrupting us. As I glance down at the number, I give Yeji a tight smile before I excuse myself from her room. Closing the door, I move to the side and lean my back against the wall with my phone pressed against my ear.

"Henry." I greet, and my tone automatically goes into business mode. "It's been some time since you called and told me that I wouldn't be hearing from you for at least two months. I didn't expect you to call this sooner."

"Yeah, well, take this as a good sign." Hope kindles in me with his statement. "By the way, you'd never guess where I am at right now."

A sigh leaves my lips. "Las Vegas? Japan? I don't know, Henry."

"I've been wanting to go to Las Vegas now that you mentioned it." I roll my eyes at his whimsical tone. "I'm in New York."

I raise my eyebrow, intrigued. "Out of all the places?"

"Of course, considering your uncle is here, living in New York." He informs, and I swear, I feel my heart stop beating momentarily.

I swallow the familiar lump in my throat. "How is he? Did you get to meet and talk to him under disguise?" I hope Henry doesn't notice how shaky my voice is.

"Unfortunately, no. We've only seen him from afar. The last time we saw him was yesterday. He looked healthy and happy. Oh! We also saw him with a little girl. We assumed that she's his daughter, considering that she had some of his features."

My breath catches in my throat while my knees start to buckle underneath me. Tears prickle in my eyes as I cover my mouth, a mix of emotions swirling within me.

"Hey, Stella, you're alright?" I can detect the concern in Henry's voice. "Listen, I know that you've been worrying relentlessly about your uncle and your older brother, but for now, take it easy, okay? Your uncle is safe and living his life happily now."

I clear my throat as I compose myself. "Thank you, Henry. I'll wire you the money by today." I give him my gratitude before we hang up the call.

I'm happy to know that my uncle is alive and well, but the thought of my uncle having a family gives me mixed feelings. For as long as I knew him, he didn't want to get married after getting his heart broken by a woman. So to learn that he has a family of his own brings tears to my eyes. But why do I also feel downhearted?

"Yeji." I swing open the door, startling Yeji, who has been scrolling through her phone while sprawling on the bed.

Upon noticing the grave expression on my face, Yeji straightens her back and focuses her attention on me. "What is it? Is something wrong?"

"It's about Uncle." I start off shakily with my finger running through my hair. "Henry called. He brought good news about Uncle."

I told Yeji all about my undercover work, including Henry and his team. "What did he say?" Yeji asks rather excitedly, but my lips remain flattening.

"He is in New York."

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"I'll be sure to contact you once I manage to find him." Yeji's arms tighten around me, as though she refuses to let me go. She squeezes me once more before pulling away and smiling sadly at me. "As for you, if things get unbearable to the point where you break, do consider moving to New York and living with me. I love you, Stella. Never forget that."

I smile faintly at her. "I know. I love you too, big sis."

As I watch her walk further and further, my heart aches. Alas, the bustling people in the airport disperse at the terminal where I'm at, causing Yeji to blend in with them until I am unable to spot her.

I feel an arm draping around my shoulder, prompting me to take a quick glance at him. "I hate to see her leave."

Riki offers me a sympathetic smile as he brings me closer to his side, bringing me to wrap my arms around his torso with my chin resting on his shoulder. "You're going to be okay, Stel. You'll see her again."

I flutter my eyes close as soon as he leans in to peck my forehead while his arm is affectionately rubbing my arm. "The other guys are waiting by the pickup point." He murmurs against my forehead. "Who do you want to ride with?"

"I don't know." I purse my lips, looking into his eyes. "Who do you think I should ride with?"

Riki gives me a boyish grin. "I'd say me, but you already rode me in my car earlier with Yeji. I don't want the other guys to complain and whine at me like losers."

"Hey!" I playfully smack his chest as he chuckles. "They're your best friends."

"Yeah? Still losers, though." He smirks. "Let's go, my lady."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Presently, we have just exited the convenience store nearby Han River Park after filling our stomachs with unhealthy yet delicious instant food. As I walk behind them, my eyes trail at each of them as they engage in banter and laughter with each other. We are only missing out on Jungwon, Sunghoon, and Jake. So it feels incomplete without the whole squad.

It seems that my silence is loud for one of them as he glances behind with an arched eyebrow. "Darling, are you okay?" Sunoo asks, drawing everyone's attention to me.

I muster a small smile as my arms wrap around my figure, feeling the cold breeze even though I'm already wearing a cardigan. "Yeah, I am."

"You know, it's okay not to be fine." Jay slows down and walks next to me. "Your sister had to return to New York. You're bound to feel upset."

"Just a little." I say, looking at each of them with my heart warming. "Besides, I feel a little less lonely now that I have you."

I don't know what our status is, given how we haven't exactly talked it out, but mostly I'm afraid of the outcome. Be it friends, best friends, flings, or even lovers, what matters to me is that I have finally found home in them. I hope to never lose this special bond with them.

"That's right. You have us now." Sunoo tells me with a gentle smile, but I don't miss the guilt in his eyes that flickers briefly. "We're always here for you."

"Now, let's not get too sentimental." Riki says, stopping in front of me and bending his knees. I don't ask, as I automatically get on his back. He quickly secures me with his hands underneath my thighs and my arms locked around his neck. "The first one to reach the bridge gets to send our girl home."

"But you have weight on you, aka me!" I protest, but yell out in surprise when he does a squat with zero effort.

"You're lightweight, Stel." I catch a grin on his face as I look at his side profile. "What are you guys waiting for?"

The next thing I know, laughter and my squeals taint the stillness of the atmosphere around us.

"Jake?" Jay calls for me, his voice has apparent confusion, just as I do as I look at him after he pulls up his car next to mine. "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" I deflect the question, and the frown on my face deepens. "I got Jungwon's text. He said to meet him here."

"He texted me too." Jay scratches his head. "I wouldn't have come if he hadn't highlighted the fact that it's crucial."

That's weird. What's even weirder is why he wanted to meet just the two of us and not the rest.

The blaring sound of the exhaust draws our attention to a certain familiar biker as he decelerates, entering the parking lot and heading towards where we are. We wait patiently for him as he turns off the ignition and removes his helmet, revealing his distressed-looking face.

"Jungwon." Jay greets him with a small smile, but the latter doesn't reciprocate, which brings frowns to our faces as this is unlike him. The smile on Jay's face drops before he moves towards an unmoving Jungwon, who is still seated on top of his bike. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Everything is wrong." Jungwon mumbles, his eyes look hollow and empty, as though someone has crushed his heart.

Jay and I exchange wary glances. For as long as we know Jungwon, he isn't the type to allow his emotions to take control of him, as he always has them under bay. He does vent to us, but mostly he prefers to keep to himself. I know Jungwon, and the guy hates burdening others with his problems. So instead, he rather suffers in silence.

"Did something happen?" I ask carefully, but he remains unresponsive.

Jay heaves a sigh and places his hand on Jungwon's shoulder. "Jungwon, how are we going to help if you're not telling us anything?"

To our surprise, dry chuckles leave Jungwon's lips, while bitterness is evident in his dark gaze. "Help? You guys can't help me. No one can."

"Hey, you're the one who texted us to meet you." I can't help but snap at him, feeling slightly annoyed by his odd behaviour. "What's wrong with you?"

"Everything is wrong!" Jungwon bursts out, taking us by surprise at his sudden outburst. His eyes are glaring at us, as though we are his enemies. "Fuck! I don't fucking know what I did to deserve this shit!"

Jay and I look at each other once again. Jungwon rarely curses, and throughout the years I've known him, I've only heard him curse about four times, if I correctly recall. But once he does curse, that means something is indeed terribly wrong.

Instead of retaliating due to his outburst, Jay holds Jungwon's shoulder and squeezes it firmly while staring at him dead in the eyes. "We're not your enemies, Jungwon. Remember that. If you let us know what has happened, you know that we'll help in any way we can."

One moment Jungwon is heaving with indignation, and the next, tears spring to his eyes as he deflates. My heart clenches at the sight of Jungwon, who has never shown us his tears, being utterly vulnerable and crestfallen.

Jay doesn't hesitate to give Jungwon a side hug while the latter leans into him for comfort, weeping silently as tears flow freely down his cheeks.

"I'm fucked, and I don't know if I can ever find a way out of this." Jungwon's voice remains strong, but as he continues to speak, his voice starts to break.

"There's always a way. Heck, Jay and I can even help you find a way out of whatever you're stuck in!" I exclaim, feeling a rush of determination to help our best friend with his dilemma that has yet to be revealed.

"Tell us, Won." Jay says firmly yet gently, enough for Jungwon to heed.

And so Jungwon finally reveals his dilemma, a dilemma that neither Jay nor I expected.

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The revelation by Jungwon two nights ago still shocks me, as I am unable to forget. Upon hearing Charlotte's laughter, I look up and spot Stella helping to push Char on the swing. The vibrant smiles and laughter from them almost make me forget about Jungwon and his dilemma.

Presently, we are at a park, as Charlotte has been dying to reunite with Stella. Initially, it was supposed to be Sunoo's turn to hang out with Stella, but I pleaded with him, with Char being the reason, to which he couldn't help but agree.

My heart aches as I stare at Stella, knowing that she is most likely to be dejected by the revelation Jungwon informed us of. Since they were childhood best friends, Stella is bound to get hurt once Jungwon decides to tell her.

"Jaeyun!" I blink my eyes as I feel startled when Stella snaps her fingers in front of my face. I look up at her, noticing how concerned she looks. "You okay? I've been calling you for like five minutes."

I offer her an apologetic smile as I tug at her hand, prompting her to sit next to me. I grab her hand and give her a gentle kiss on her delicate fingertips. "I'm sorry, love. I was just spacing out."

Stella narrows her eyes at me. "Uhuh, and thinking about what?"

I maintain my smile, not wanting her to suspect anything since Jungwon made us promise to keep our mouths shut, as he needs to be the one to inform her instead. Deciding to catch her off guard, I lean my face towards her before pecking her lips.

It works, given how rosy her cheeks are. "We can't just kiss in front of Char."

"She's fine. See?" I point my finger to Char, who is still on the swing.

Stella bites her lips, seeming to be contemplating. "Jaeyun, have any of you hung out with Jungwon recently?" Her question makes me freeze in my spot.

Nervousness seeps into me while I avoid her eye contact. "No. I don't know about the other guys, though. Why do you ask?"

"It's just that the last time we ever had a proper conversation was on text, and that was like four days ago. He even seen all my recent messages. I tried approaching him on campus, but he seemed to be avoiding me, and I don't know why." Stella informs, her eyes turning crestfallen. "I'm worried that he'll abandon and ghost me again."

I'm sorry for lying, love. I grab her hand and settle it on my thigh, my thumb rubbing the back of her hand gently. "Maybe he's just busy or has issues to attend to."

"Then he could've told me instead of making me confused by his odd behaviour." Stella complains.

A wry smile settles on my lips. "I'm sure everything will be fine soon."

Stella sighs. "You're right. I shouldn't overthink and instead wait for Jungwon patiently whenever he's ready, even though I'm already impatient enough." She proceeds to wrap her arms around my torso and lean her head into the nook of my neck while I allow my arm to comfortably rest on her hip. We watch Char from a distance as we bask in silence.

As I hold Stella close, my mind drifts off to Jungwon again, and I suppress myself from heaving a sigh. I just hope he won't break her heart the way he did before.

"So, dusty green or beige?" In Aera's grasp are the dresses she bought recently. With my eyebrows furrowing in concentration, I stare at both gorgeous dresses, meticulously deciding which suits Aera the best.

A week and a half passed by like a blur, and before I knew it, today would be the day when my parents and Rena returned, much to my disgruntlement. Many things have happened in life during these periods, including falling head over heels for a certain bunch due to their treatments and how their physical touch makes me crave for them.

But then comes Jungwon, who is still avoiding me and hasn't returned any of my texts. He even skipped school on certain days. I asked the guys about his odd behaviour, but he, too, had been sketchy towards them.

I have been feeling uneasy about Jungwon. I even told Aera about it, and she tried getting Jungwon to talk to her, but to no avail. I am thankful to Aera for hanging out with me often these days, making me forget about Jungwon temporarily.

Aera sighs as she taps her foot on the floor impatiently. "You're taking longer to decide, Stel."

I raise my eyebrow as my eyes meet her impatient ones. "Do you want to look drop-dead gorgeous for the event or not?"

Aera pouts her lips. "Of course, I do!"

The event that is happening tomorrow night is a gala where every Chaebol is invited, including my family and me. The Gala happens once a year, but when it commences, everyone who attends dresses to the nines, as though they are participating in a fashion runaway. For this year's gala, the theme is rather interesting. A masquerade gala.

Though I am not exactly keen on such events, I have prepared my dress and mask in advance, as I dislike tardiness, unlike Aera.

"Dusty green." I give her my answer firmly. "It matches your new hair look as well as your mask. Trust me, you'll have heads turn."

The new shade of Aera's hair, which is a gorgeous ash blonde, suits her more than her previous hair dye. It was two days ago when I had to accompany her to do some errands, including waiting for her at the hair salon for about three long hours. Though I was evidently spent by the end of the day, I loved doing girly stuff I never did with a female friend.

"You best believe I'll finally find my prince charming tomorrow night." Aera flaunts her hair, prompting me to chuckle. "Seriously, though. I'm in desperate need to find my own prince charming." Aera then stares at me knowingly with a playful scoff. "I'm tired of being a third wheel whenever you're with my brother or the other guys."

My smile falters, and soon guilt churns in my tummy. "We're just friends, Aera." I say rather weakly.

Aera wiggles her finger at me. "Nu-uh. I know the looks of more than friends when I see one." Her lips quirk up. "Plus, I know you've slept with my brother."

I cover my face in my palms, embarrassed but ready enough to let her know the truth. "Aera, I've been sleeping with your brother and some of them." I don't attempt to peek through my fingers to see her reaction. "There's no excuse for what I did, and it is more than evident that I'm a homie hopper, but I have genuine feelings for them."

"I know." Aera states rather calmly, prompting me to look at her with wide eyes at how collected she appears. "Words have been circulating on campus that you're one of their girls for them to toy with. As in, you're now labelled as their slut, whore, promiscuous girl, or whatever."

I'm not entirely surprised, as I expected this. I look away from her gaze, my shoulders going slouched. "I'm sorry that you're friends with me. I'm sure you're regretting it."

I hear Aera snort a chuckle. "Why would I ever regret being your friend?" As I look at her, she makes her way towards me before sitting down next to me on her bed. She bumps her shoulder against mine in a playful gesture. "Correction: Best friend."

A frown pulls at my lips as I look at her. "You're not mad that your best friend is a slut?"

"A gorgeous slut with an impeccable taste." Aera grins at me. "No, I'm not mad. I've seen the way they all stare at you whenever you're not looking."

I merely hum, my eyes downcast. "Sure, whatever you say."

"I'm serious, Stel. I don't think you realise how much you mean to them."

"Even so, we can never work out." My voice is barely above a whisper. "I'm indecisive, greedy, and selfish. If you were to ask me to choose, I couldn't."

"Then don't choose." Aera states the obvious. "Have you heard about polyamorous relationships?"

I nod my head sullenly. "But still, it's impossible. I'm the official heir, and naturally, whoever is my parents' enemy is my enemy. Right now, I've long since affiliated with their enemies' sons."

"Nothing is impossible if you put your heart and soul to it." Aera rests her head comfortably on my shoulder as she hugs my arm. "You only live once, Stel. So fuck the rules and do what your heart desires. If you want to be with them, you have to sacrifice some things, but I promise you that it'll all be worth it. Love is worth it."

My eyes glisten. "Do they even truly love me? What if one day they change their minds and decide to toss me away like I'm just some girl who is only there to entertain and satisfy them?"

"I guess all you have to do is ask them. Have a heart-to-heart talk." Aera's mere advice sinks into me.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The night of the gala has arrived. Unfortunately, Rena is invited as well. After they arrived yesterday, I didn't bother to acknowledge their arrival as I stayed in my room until Mary informed me that I was safe to go for a ride with the guys.

Presently, we are in a limousine, and I am forced to face Rena, who is seated across from me as we are in the back while our parents are in the front. Thankfully, Minhyuk and Jihyun didn't say a word to me or suspect anything about me being deeply involved with their enemies' sons.

On the other hand, Rena is looking at me as if I had committed a crime. I ignore her glares as I stare at the tinted window. I have to give credit to Rena for dressing up well for the gala. She is dressed in an iridescent light pink sleeveless gown, making her look as though she is a princess. In her grasp is her beautifully intricate pink mask.

I feel a familiar pinch in my heart. As much as I hate to admit it, Rena looks divine, whereas I, on the other hand, dress as though I'm about to appear in someone's nightmare, except in style.

I glance down at my black glitter lace dress, which has a slit, revealing my leg. It is a sleeveless dress as well. My lilac hair cascades down my shoulders in waves, and it is adorned with tinsel. Compared to Rena's divine gown, I look rather plain, but that's fine. I don't want to be the centre of attention anyway.

I'm there solely for the food and drinks. If I'm lucky enough, I'll get to sneak away with certain individuals without getting caught by anyone.

"You're lucky, you know?" Rena breaks the ice, her tone indicates no amiability. "Not only do you have Jake wrapped around your fingers, but you have all of them."

My lips press thinly as I look at her face. She must've gotten the information from her minions on campus. "So?"

Rena looks at me with disgust. "Gosh, how are you not ashamed of spreading your legs for them? Do you enjoy being their slut, Stella?"

My jaw tightens while my eyes harden, but I remain silent as she continues. "You do realise that they will toss you aside one day and lure another girl to toy around just as they did to you?"

"They're not like that. So I suggest you stop speaking about them as if they're playboys."

"Why are you defending them? They're supposed to be our enemies." Rena seethes in anger. "You're the official heir, but you don't act like it. Instead, you're affiliating yourself with them."

"You sound like father." I let out a humourless chuckle. "Don't be a hypocrite, Rena. Weren't you the one who got together with Jake?"

Rena deflates momentarily, but composes herself. "Jake is a little different. Speaking of, did you know that I pleaded with mom to do something to make Jake leave you?"

I sigh and roll my eyes. "You're too late. I already knew that."

"And did you also know that I was the one who wrote that note and slid it into Jungwon's locker back in high school?"

There it is. She finally confesses, even though I already have suspicions. But I look at her indifferently. "I know. Jungwon told me that the note was written in my exact handwriting, and you're the only one who is capable to copy my handwriting."

Rena seems rather pissed, probably because she doesn't elicit a reaction from me. Her eyes turn colder. "Then you should know I am capable of ruining your disgusting relationship with them."

The atmosphere in the car turns into something sinister, while the eye contact between us is intense. I curl my hand into a fist. "Don't you dare ruin what I have with them. I won't allow you to ruin anything this time."

Rena leans her body forward as a smirk tugs at her lips. "You seem to underestimate how I'm willing to ruin you and your life overall."

I grit my teeth. "Hwang Rena."

"You're participating in the Grand Prix on this upcoming Saturday, right? Since your name is already registered in the system," Rena smiles while I feel dread all over, and my heart stops beating momentarily. "Don't worry. Our parents don't know about you being a racer. But I suggest you keep a lookout."

"Rena─" But Rena exits from the limousine before I can even stop her.

I remain seated, allowing the fact that Rena now knows about me being a racer to sink into my frazzled mind.

First, Jungwon's odd behaviour, and now Rena has the upper hand? Why does it seem that everything is slowly crumbling?

I weave through the crowd of people by the massive ballroom. My eyes are searching for my parents while my chest tightens in consternation. I ignore the looks I receive from some ladies as my mind is focused on one thing.

"Sunoo!" Ni-Ki appears in front of me without his mask. "We've been looking everywhere for you!"

"I'm busy, Riks." I tell him while my eyes continue to skim through the crowd. "I need to find my parents, and you should find yours as well."

The smile on Ni-Ki's face drops. "What are you talking about? And why do you look so anxious?"

I shoot him a scowl for being oblivious. "Do you not realise that they all could use this opportunity to bring downfall to the Hwangs? More specifically with the info I foolishly gave to them?"

Initially, I didn't regret anything, but as Stella slowly weasel her way into my tainted heart, I realised that I made a grave mistake. Fuck it if I have to face the consequences. I'd rather lose racing than losing Stella.

"Shit!" Ni-Ki begins to look around. "I lost sight of my parents the moment I entered this place!"

"Don't be too obvious." I grab his hand and drag him with me as soon as some eyes start to look at us. "We have to inform Heeseung and Jay. We must try to stop our parents if they decide to do something foolish tonight."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

It has been ten minutes, and I'm this close to losing my mind over the fact that neither of our parents have been found. Deciding to unwind a little, I join my best friends and sit with them at a circular table. My hand is holding a glass of champagne while I listen to them.

"Wait, hold on." Jake says as I see him frowning. "Your parents are in this as well? Then that means my father has been working with them."

Currently, Jungwon is nowhere to be found, whereas Sunghoon fell ill, so he won't be attending the gala. Just moments ago, we had no idea that Jake would be involved in our parents' scheme until now.

"I can't imagine how Stella would feel." Jay's eyes go downcast. "I can't afford to lose her."

"Stella." Ni-Ki suddenly blurts out, drawing our attention to him, but he appears to be looking straight ahead. "There's Stella."

As we shift our gaze to where he is looking, my breath catches in my throat while my eyes widen at the sight of Stella. She looks utterly divine in a black glitter lace dress with a slit that reveals her smooth, slender leg with each step she takes. Even though the black domino mask covers half of her face, I recognise her instantly due to her divine lilac hair.

"Holy shit." Jay whistles lowly. "She looks mad fine."

Heeseung downs the leftover content of the champagne before putting the glass down. He rises from his seat as he adjusts his necktie. "I call dibs dancing with her first." Before any of us can protest, he leaves our table and makes his way to Stella.

"Second." I announce, smirking lightly as I press the glass to my lips.

Ni-Ki, Jake, and Jay look at each other for a moment before they speak unanimously. "Third!"

"You look incredibly gorgeous, sweetheart." Heeseung's low voice speaks next to my ear, sending chills down my spine as does his hand on my waist as we dance to the slow yet romantic tune that is playing in this massive ballroom.

With my hand placed on his broad shoulder, I look at him, meeting his dark gaze that seems to want me, to devour me whole. "You look handsome too." I compliment him with a small smile. I begin to admire him, loving how he looks dashing in a tuxedo and his hair that is styled in a half-up do, allowing his forehead to be visible.

"Don't look at me like that." He murmurs, pulling me close. "Or else I'll have to sneak us out from this place."

"Do it." I chuckle, grinning widely with my arms now drape around his neck while both his hands slither around my waist. "I bet it'll be way more fun than this boring gala."

Heeseung appears to be contemplating. "Maybe later. After the other guys have take turns dancing with you."

My mind begins to drift to a certain someone, which causes my smile to falter. "Have you seen Jungwon?"

"No." Heeseung shakes his head. "I don't think anyone has seen him, but he must be here already since we saw his father earlier."

"I need to talk to him. He can't avoid me forever." I look at Heeseung pleadingly. "Can you alert me if you see him?"

"Of course." Heeseung leans in to peck my forehead, and his display of affection draws some attention from the people in our vicinity. "As much as I want to dance with you a little longer, I must let you go now."

Heeseung's touch still lingers on me as he slowly walks away from me, until Sunoo comes in my view, making me feel taken aback by his new look. His hair is styled similarly to Heeseung, allowing his chiselled forehead to be visible. His white mask complements well with his white suit.

"May I?" He puts his palm out to me, to which I gladly place my hand on his with a smile on my face.

Sunoo doesn't waste time to place his hand on my waist while the other holding my hand up as we dance to the melodic tune. His shoulder underneath my touch feels slightly tensed.

"Are you okay?" I ask with a light chuckle. "You feel a little tensed."

A smirk tugs at his lips. "Why wouldn't I be okay when I'm dancing with goddess herself?"

I roll my eyes playfully. "You're exaggerating."

"No." His hand on my waist tightens. "I don't think you realised how divine your beauty is, just like how divine you are on the inside."

My cheeks begin to feel warm, especially when his gaze seems to be staring into my soul. "Sunoo─"

"Would you still be my friend if I were a villain?" His question throws me off guard. "Would you hate me then?"

I frown, noticing the desperation lacing his neutral tone. "Why are you asking me sorts of questions?"

Sunoo leans his forehead on my bare shoulder, as if he has fallen weak. "Please, I need to know." He pleads softly. "Give me an honest answer, darling."

Despite the fact that I am feeling pure confusion, I answer anyway. "If you had your reasons, then I'd try to understand and put myself in your shoes." 

I feel Sunoo's grip on me tightens again, as if he doesn't want to lose me. "Please don't hate me."

His soft plea makes my heart clenches. "I won't, Sunoo."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

My feet are begging for mercy by the time I'm done dancing with the guys as they take turns. Jay offered to bring me to their table, but I excused myself from the ballroom as I wanted to find the restroom. I can already feel blisters forming at the back of my ankle due to the straps of my heels.

But the pain is immediately forgotten from my mind as soon as I spot Jungwon by the wide hallway, with his back leaning against the wall while his arms are crossed over his chest. As he is not wearing his mask, he appears to be in deep thought, staring into space.

With a huff, I begin to walk towards him with the intention of finally confronting him. I'm sick and tired of him avoiding me like a plague. If he doesn't want to be friends with me, then fine, but the least he can do is tell me instead of leaving me hanging for the second time.

"Yang Jungwon." I breathe heavily as I stand in front of him. His wide eyes meet mine, but they soon turn cold. "I'm done with you avoiding me. What is going on?"

His jaw tightens. "Nothing. You should head back inside, Stella."

I block his way just as he is about to walk past me. "You can't avoid me forever. Just tell me, please." I plead, my gaze softening. "Did I do something wrong?"

But Jungwon remains stoic, looking at me coldly as though I'm his enemy. "I'm done with you."

My face contorts into confusion. "What?"

"You heard me. I'm done with you and whatever we had." His lips form a sneer, looking as hateful as ever. "Besides, it's not like we were anything beyond friends. You're just there to satisfy our needs."

I visibly flinch, as if he had slapped me. "Jungwon, what is going on with you? Why are you acting like this?" My voice sounds shaky while my hand is trembling.

"It was a mistake to let you touch me and kiss me." With each word he speaks, it sounds venomous, almost like poison. "Just go back to them. Why does it matter to you that the relationship between you and me is over when you have others keep you company?"

"Stop." I grit my teeth as the backs of my eyes start to burn. "You expect me to believe whatever you're spewing right now? You're hiding something."

Jungwon flinches lightly but recovers quickly as he maintains his poker face. "It doesn't matter."

"It does matter!" I raise my voice, uncaring that I might draw attention from some of the people loitering here. "You're a coward, Jungwon! You're just trying to make me hate you!"

"Fine, you really want to know?" His gaze darkens. "I'm getting engaged to another woman, who I will get married to in two years."

My heart feels as though it drops to the pit in my stomach, and my senses start to become numb. Why do I feel heartbroken when I have no right?

Jungwon gulps harshly and looks away from me. "I'll be moving abroad soon. You won't be seeing me again."

"Jungwon." I attempt to reach out for his hand, but he backs away from me. I blink away the tears in my eyes, refusing to let them smear my make-up. "You don't have to cut contact with me. We can still be friends."

"That's the thing, Stella. I hate the idea of us being friends." He tells me harshly. "Consider this the last night you'll ever see me."

"Jungwon." I choke back a sob as he brushes past me coldly. My chest feels constricted, and my heart is aching terribly. I stagger forward with my hand holding onto the wall.

"Stella!" Aera's voice can be heard from behind while her footsteps are getting closer. "Babe, I've been looking everywhere for you! Some guy gave me his number─ Stella?"

Aera's hand is placed on my shoulder. "Stel! What's wrong?!"

"Aera." My lips quiver as I pathetically reach out for her, and she doesn't hesitate to wrap her arms around my trembling figure.

"I'm here." Aera keeps reassuring me as I fall weak, trying not to burst out into tears. "What happened?"

"Jungwon." I whimper. "Jungwon happened.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"Jungwon's leaving Seoul?" Ni-Ki asks, his eyes widening in disbelief. "And what do you mean he's getting married in two years?"

Aera brought me to the guys, who were worried about how distraught I looked. They all decided to leave the ballroom and gather by the forum instead. They gave me some time to make me regain composure before I revealed everything Jungwon said to me earlier. Jake and Jay don't seem surprised like the others do, but I dismiss them as I'm too distracted with how my heart still aches.

"It means he's getting married, Riks." Jay rolls his eyes, but as he settles his gaze on me, his eyes soften. "Jungwon didn't want the marriage, but he was forced by his father."

"Even so, Jungwon shouldn't have to treat her coldly and tell her the exact truth." Sunoo scowls. "I'm going to have to knock some senses into him sooner."

"I'm sorry, love." Jaeyun gives me a side-hug and plants a kiss at the side of my head. "We all know how close you were with him."

I don't say anything as I look at him with a sad smile. I lean into him dependently, relishing the comfort he emits.

"We can't just allow Jungwon to leave!" Ni-Ki exclaims, looking at us exasperatedly. "There must be some way to convince him to stay!"

"His father is one hot-headed man." Jay speaks up, his eyes hardening. "Jungwon is in a position where he can't do anything because of his father."

"Uh oh, speaking of a parent." Aera draws our attention. "I'm guessing it's no good."

As we look at where she is looking, a confused frown dawns on my lips upon seeing the guys' parents. They don't seem exactly thrilled to see us together. A wry smile touches my lips. Since the night is already ruined, we might as well be totally fucked.

"Step away from that girl this instant!" Jaeyun's mother, Rhea Sim, orders as she looks at us indignantly. "Sim Jaeyun!"

However, Jaeyun refuses, as his arm remains unmoving from my waist. He sighs deeply. "Stop throwing a tantrum, mother. You're embarrassing me in front of them."

"What are you all doing out here?" Jay's mother looks at us pointedly. "To blatantly display yourself as being affiliated with Hwang Stella is a disgrace!"

"Mom, drop this." Jay groans. "Do all of you really have to reprimand us right here and now?"

"She's not our enemy." Sunoo pleads with his parents. "Her parents might be your enemy, but their daughter is our friend."

"Friend?" Heeseung's mother chuckles coldly. "From what we've heard, the Hwang girl simply has no dignity! Spreading her legs for you like a shameless slut!"

"Mom!" Heeseung bursts out at his mother, the anger in his eyes is evident. "Don't talk about Stella that way!"

"Enough." Heeseung's father intervenes loudly as he looks at us sternly. "Have you all forgotten the purpose of getting closer to the girl? Or did you allow your feelings to cloud your judgements?"

This time, I speak up, stepping away from Jaeyun's warm embrace. "What purpose?"

Though my eyes are trained on Heeseung's father, I can see the guys' faces, with perturbation and guilt. My stomach begins to churn with dread.

"Poor girl. You've really been fooled by our sons." Ni-Ki's mother smirks coldly. "They're the reason why you've been distracted and deviating from your duties as an heir. Do correct me if I'm wrong, dear."

"What?" My heart begins to palpitate while my pulse begins to drum in my ears. "What are you talking about?"

"Stella, don't listen to them." Jay attempts to reach out to me, but I back away from him with my eyes glaring at their faces.

"Tell me the damn truth." I demand calmly.

Sunoo catches my eye as he steps forward, looking at me with such desperation. "We've had the same goal: to get you distracted and astray from your duties, because in order to destroy the Hwang empire, we must get rid of you first from the top since ─" His eyes go downcast while his jaw tightens. "─you're the important piece in the chess."

"It's the reason why we've begun to become closer to you." Ni-Ki adds, and my mind begins to erupt into chaos.

"Stella─" Jaeyun tries to touch me, but I jerk away from his touch. "Please. Our feelings for you remain unchanged."

"That's enough." Minhyuk's cold, deadly voice cuts through the air like a knife, startling all of them except for me. "Hwang Stella, step away from them this instant."

I numbly comply as I find myself making my way to my father, who no doubt has heard everything. I can feel the guys' gazes on my figure, but I don't turn to look at them. No, I can't. I feel sick at the thought that they willingly agreed to be part of their parents' schemes.

"You all stooped low when you decided to target my heir." Minhyuk's hand grips my arm, and I bite my tongue at how deadly his grip feels. "But know this. You can never destroy my empire or my daughter. The next time you decide to pull this stunt, I won't hesitate to get rid of your heirs just as you tried to do mine."

Minhyuk doesn't waste time, as he drags me away from them. All the while, I feel as though I'm paralysed, unable to speak or think rationally. The only thing I can hear is the sound of my heart shattering into pieces.

Being bedridden for three days was not something I had in mind to spend over the weekend, and the good thing was that I managed to skip school yesterday, though I've skipped school without valid reasons before. I was supposed to go to the gala with my parents the other night, but I wasn't in good health. Now that I've recovered, I'm more than ready to hang out with my best friends, especially Stella.

However, Stella hasn't been replying to any of my texts. She has only seen them, which is odd because she's usually quick to reply no matter how busy she can get. But I don't overthink. She probably forgot to text me back, or she was seriously busy.

Or maybe something happened.

I shake my head at the thought. If Minhyuk had hurt her again, she would've called me or any of the guys without a doubt.

Still, I can't seem to ignore how uneasy my heart feels since this morning. A sigh leaves my lips before I push open the door to our lounging room, where my best friends are present except for one.

"Where's Jungwon?" I ask, casually striding inside and making my way to the single couch before I take a seat. I ignore how the atmosphere in this room feels foreboding and cold.

"You didn't know?" Ni-Ki asks, frowning as he sits across from me.

My eyebrow is arched as I look at him before noticing how sorrowful each of them looks. If I had no idea, I'd say someone just died. "Know what?"

"Jungwon's leaving Seoul." Sunoo answers sullenly while I feel my heart stop beating momentarily.

"What? Why?" I ask, no longer do I feel slacken. "Where the hell is he going?"

"No idea. He hasn't returned any of our texts." Heeseung tells me, but I am too busy scrolling through the contacts on my phone before I press on Jungwon's ID. I wait impatiently, but he doesn't pick up my call.

"It's no use." Jay rubs his tired face as soon as he notices the scowl on my face. "We've tried, Hoon."

"Then why the hell are y'all still here? We can't just allow him to leave." I rise from the couch and hoist my bag on my shoulder. "And does Stella know? We need to bring her with us if we're going to Yangs."

But the silence from them is resounding, prompting me to turn around just to see the guilt and regret on their faces. Apprehension begins to crawl its way into my heart. "What is it?"

"Stella," Sunoo starts off, looking away from my gaze while he visibly gulps. "She doesn't want to see us anymore."

A scoff of disbelief leaves my lips while my eyes harden, looking at them coldly. "What happened?"

"We had no choice." Ni-Ki says weakly, but I'm too enraged to care and understand their reasons.

"What did you guys do, huh?! What the fuck did you guys do?!" I burst out, seeing red. The next thing I know, I target whoever is nearer to me. I grab Heeseung by his collar shirt, fisting the material while my eyes that are blazing with such fury glares straight into his.

"Hoon, calm down!" Jay and Jake attempt to pull me away from Heeseung, but I try not to relent.

A muscle ticks in my jaw. "Tell me everything, or I swear each of you won't be leaving this room without a single bruise."

And so they reveal everything to me, including the fact that Stella has always been a racer, just as we are.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

I give zero fucks despite knowing I have a death wish when I decide to head to the Hwang mansion. After the guys explained without leaving out any details, I almost wanted to punch them, but I didn't want to waste my time on them as I knew I needed to get to Stella.

I thought I had unhinged parents, but theirs are way fucked than mine. Even though my parents have intense rivalry against the Hwangs, they didn't stoop low to aim for the heir. Heck, my parents and hers have been rivals since university.

After I pull up outside of the mansion, I jog towards the door and immediately press the doorbell. The door swings open, but she's not the person I wanted to see.

"Park Sunghoon." Rena greets me coldly, her lips pressing thinly together as she folds her arms below her chest. "A bit brave of you to come here."

"I need to see Stella." I go straight to the point. "It's important."

Rena raises an eyebrow. "The audacity of you to show your face when you're probably involved in what happened the other night."

My patience starts to run thin. "You have no right to assume I was in it. Now, shut your mouth if you don't have anything pleasant to say and get Stella to meet me now." I glower at her.

A smirk tugs at Rena's lips while her cold eyes train on my face. "Do you want to meet him, or should I get our bodyguards to kick him out, sister?"

Finally, Stella emerges from behind Rena, and my heart aches at how vacant her eyes are as she looks at me. Though her beauty still shines, she doesn't look good. It is as though she has fallen sick.

"It's fine." Stella murmurs to Rena while the latter slowly steps aside. "I'll deal with him."

Rena returns her gaze to me, smirking at me before she finally disappears from my sight. Good riddance.

"Let's talk outside." Stella says curtly as she brushes past me, and I swear I can feel the coldness emitting from her body.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

We decide to settle on where I pulled up my car. She stands in front of me, but her eyes have yet to meet mine.

"Were you in it, as well?" She breaks the ice, but even her tone sounds icy enough. "Was that why you decided to unhate me in the first place?"

"I swear I had no idea." I begin to speak in a wavering tone. "Honest, princess. My parents and I weren't involved at all! My feelings for you have always been genuine since day one."

Stella lifts her head up to meet my eyes. There is no warmth or affection in her gaze. "When did you know?"

"Just earlier. Heck, I didn't even have the slightest clue, but with how weird they were acting, I forced them to tell me everything." I slowly approach her with caution. "I was furious and cursed them for what they did, but you have to understand that they had no choice."

Fury blazes in her eyes. "Here I thought you'd be on my side."

"I am!" Frustration laces my tone amidst the desperation. "I still am! But if you had known why they chose to take part in their parents' schemes, then you'd understand that they had no choice!"

She laughs dryly. "Would I, really?"

"You would, princess." I curl my hand into a fist. "Because if they hadn't complied with their parents' orders, their racing ventures would have been in jeopardy. You out of all people should understand that racing is important to them."

Stella deflates a little, but her eyes harden despite how they are glistening with tears. "Why are you still defending them when I'm the victim of their schemes? Yes, they had valid reasons, but that doesn't justify their actions."

"Because as furious as I am with them, they're still my best mates!" I accidentally burst out, my emotions are going haywire. I step closer to her, my knees buckling underneath me, and she almost has me down to my knees. "Please understand. Don't make things harder than they already are."

Her lips quiver as tears cascade down her cheeks. "I knew it. You'd choose them."

"Choose? Princess, this is not a matter of choosing sides─"

"But it is!" Stella exclaims through tears. "You've made your choice. I guess we're done here."

"Princess, wait." I plead, my hand shooting out to grab her hand. "I love you."

Stella sniffles as she tries to jerk from my touch, but I hold her hand firmly. "Then choose, Sunghoon. Me or them?"

"Don't make me choose, princess." My eyes start to sting with tears. "I can't, and I won't."

"I said choose, Park Sunghoon!" She cries out, her voice cracking in between. "Choose─"

"Them!" I burst out with the answer that comes to mind with zero hesitation. When I realise what I have done, my grip on her hand slowly loosens, prompting her to withdraw from me.

Crystalline tears shine on her cheeks as she stares at me with pained eyes, looking beautiful under the moonlight yet tragic. Stella sobs softly, her arms hugging her figure.

My breath catches in my throat, while my heart feels as if it drops to the pit of my stomach. "Stella─"

"Thank you for giving me your answer." Her voice is barely above a whisper and sounds broken. "Whatever we had, it's over. I'm done with all of you."

As I watch her leave, I stagger a step back, as if someone had ripped open my chest. I don't bother to feel ashamed for the tears that are flowing down my cheeks. Stella is the only woman I love, but why didn't I choose her?

You value your brotherhood with them more than you value her. My mind whispers, but my heart disagrees. Like a poison, my mind continues to whisper, taunting me. You didn't love Stella. You only loved the idea of her and the fact that she satisfied your needs. She's just like any other girl you've toyed with.

"No, it isn't true." I tell myself in a broken whisper, but my mind continues to taunt me even in my sleep.

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[icycoldninja]

You’re back?! 😃 YAAAAAY!! 😁

May I please request headcanons for the Sparda boys reacting to their actress girlfriend (who’s portraying a scorned lover) getting injured while filming and she finds out she’s pregnant afterwards?

YES I AM BACK YEEEHEEEHEEEHEE! As the saying goes, Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. I also ended up writing V, too, out of habit. Enjoy.

Sparda boys + V x Actress!Reader getting injured while filming headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-He heard about your dramatic role and didn't think much of it. Actors will do as actors are paid to do.

-Then he discovered you got injured during filming, actually injured, as in crying and screaming, tears pouring down your cheeks.

-Dante practically flew all the way to the studio, shoving aside medical personel and your panicking director at the same time.

-He didn't even wait for you to answer his very loud "Are you alright?!" And just whisked you off to the hospital, ignoring all the shouting people on set, wondering where this scruffy guy was going with their leading actress.

-He got you into the ER, where the doctor did a thorough X-ray, but thankfully, there was nothing broken or severely damaged, just a mild concussion.

-The doctor did inform the two of you that during his scan, he discovered you were pregnant. This was a huge, but happy shock for Dante, who decided to repeat the information to you later, as you'd fallen asleep a little before the doctor broke the news.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil insisted upon watching you film, not because he wanted a behind-the-scenes experience, but because he feared for your safety.

-It's a good thing he was there, else no one would have come to your rescue when you received that concussion.

-Vergil was on his feet and at your side faster than the crew could blink, ignoring the director's angry shouting and carting you out of there.

-He immediately took you to the nearest hospital and waited aggressively as the doctors scanned you.

-The doctors were glad to report that it was simply a concussion, nothing more, but also had some unexpected news. You were pregnant, Vergil was the father.

-Naturally, Vergil was given a great jumpscare by this, but felt pride and excitement soon bloom in his chest. He will not abandon this kid like he did with Nero, that's for sure.

□ Nero □

-Nero was on his feet and running at top speed all the way to the filming location as soon as he heard you were hurt.

-One of your frightened assistants made the call, thinking that out of all people, your boyfriend deserved to know.

-Nero was so mad he almost Triggered by the time he entered the set, only to find you sitting dazed and hurt in a chair, attended to by several frightened medics.

-Nero let them do their jobs, then checked in on you to make sure you were alright.

-You didn't feel okay at all; your head hurt and you were generally disoriented and confused, so Nero took you to the hospital, where the doctors told him you only had a concussion--oh, and that you were pregnant too.

-Nero was not at all prepared for that, but hey, having a kid around would be fun.

● V ●

-V decided to surprise you on set, but ended up receiving a nasty shock himself.

-You had been injured while filming a fight scene, and had suffered some sort of head damage.

-V was so nervous and afraid something permanent had happened to you, he was literally trembling as you were rushed to the hospital.

-The doctors confirmed that you had suffered a concussion and that no permanent damage had been inflicted, but you'd need a lot of rest.

-Another interesting surprise was that you were pregnant. Their tests figured this out.

-V was thrilled and scared all at the same time. Never did he expect to have so many astonishing discoveries delivered unto him in one day.

[mgc02]

Hi! Request here!

Could you do a reaction fic with the hotel ensemble or the overlords to a reader who, while an argument or something was going on about the new extermination schedule, just nonchalantly drops this bombshell.

“Ugh, this is just so like heaven! I mean, I pulled stunts for years trying to get kicked out of there and all it took was (insert wimpy reason)? They’re so damn fickle! It’s just, hello, you can deal with me graffitiing porn of myself all over heaven but that’s what gets their goat?”

Thank you! I hope you have fun with it!

Lol that would be interesting

Warning major spoilers for episodes 5 and 6!!!

Cw: mentions of drugs, mention of sex, mention of blackmail, and swearing

Reader accidentally reveals their a fallen angel

Hazbin hotel reactions

Charlie 👑❤️

would be really curious wanting to bombard you with questions

Why would you want leave heaven?

What's it really like?

What good things did you do in life?

Why did you get kicked out for something so small?

Of course if this makes you uncomfortable just say so. She'll try to respect that but it's difficult for her to resist since it's heaven she's been trying to get through to

She'd love for you to help her redeem souls and teach them to be good since you actually made it into heaven

But she'd keep your secret if that's what you wanted

Vaggie 😇

would be shocked that guys have so much in common

She would be a little apprehensive at first because of her trust issues. The last time she saw another Angel things did not end well

But you guys would be bonding in no time. She'd be glad to have someone who knows a little bit of what she went through and understands what heaven is really like.

Although you got kicked out on purpose and she didn't, she doesn't regret the choices she made and you guys definitely are on the same page

She'd keep your secret as long as you'd keep hers

Husker 🐱♣️♦️♥️♠️

To be honest he's the bartender he probably already knew because you got drunk and told him already

And you don't remember so you're confused as to why he's not surprised

If it is news to him he's probably chill about it. Might make fun of you for the dumb reason you got kicked out but he'll offer you a drink

He would probably keep it a secret

Angel 🩷🕷

He would be surprised as anyone would but afterwards he'd have questions

What's hell like?

How much crack would I get away with?

How much fucking would I get away with?

Is there jobs for porn stars in hell?

He just wants to know what his life would be like up there

And honestly he pretends like he's cracking jokes but he is actually interested in learning more

He would definitely tease you about what you said. Something that small and stupid? And you did way WORSE things? All to get yourself sent to hell

He wouldn't take much convincing to keep it a secret for you though. Especially if you guys are friends

Sir pentious 🐍

might just think you're joking but if he realizes your not he might ask you how powerful you are.

He wouldn't likely try to use the information against you but he's not the best at keeping secrets so expect the entire hotel to know within a day

He might even try to keep his mouth shut but he never has any gossip and he feels left out sometimes

Niffty 🔥🔪

"Are there bad boys in heaven?" She says before getting distracted and running off before you answer

You start to think she literally forgot when all of a sudden she casually brings it up in front of everyone

She's a sweet chaotic gremlin but she has no discretion

Alastor 🦌🥩

He would be surprised but super good at hiding it. He'd probably act like he thinks it's hilarious

"You ended up here for what?"

"And you were trying to get kicked out?"

"Oh, that's just sad!" He would laugh at you

He'd be curious about how powerful you are and maybe observe you in secret just to see. And if you have power he'd probably try to make deal with you

Keep your secret though? Let's be realistic he'd blackmail you

[no-oneelsebutnsu]

Safe and sound in your arms

A/n: Hii I'm back, I've been lazy and unmotivated this week but here you go, I love you guys, and thank you for the support on my fics mwah, lots of love and have a great day

not proofread because I'm tired.

content: angst then fluff, probably swearing somewhere

word count: 1.2k +

There she was again, she had barely rested since her last injury and just refused to let her body relax. You'd been begging her for weeks now, even before she was injured get some rest, to stop overworking herself -she never listened once. The majority of the time you would drop it, Bast-forbid the argument ever escalated any further than raising your voices, but once it reached that point you would drop it, mumbling something about 'it's no use' and 'forget it, it's fine'. But no, not today you were not backing down, absolutely through with Shuri overworking herself, after all, you were her wife, and you'd hope that she'd listen and you'd be able to get through to her. As you walked into the lab you heard Griot inform the queen of your arrival, and as expected, she was sitting at her desk working on Bast-knows-what, "Hey," she said as you approached her, she didn't even lift her head, much too focused on the task at hand. You sighed a bit, she knew this was the one thing that would irritate you in a matter of seconds, despite your calm nature. You put your hand on her shoulder, rubbing it a bit before sucking in a breath and speaking "My love, we need to speak." You said, trying to keep calm, she placed her opposite hand on yours, "Not now sithandwa", leaving her work briefly to place a kiss on your hand, before turning back to her work, you squeezed her shoulder lightly, "Baby, we need to speak, now." Usually, you would leave it at that going on with your day and forgetting about it, but this was becoming an issue and to have a good relationship you ought to communicate. "Y/n, my love could it please wait, I need to finish this." Despite the urge to go off on her, you stayed calm, "Shuri, sithandwa sam, this needs to be discussed, now, please Shuri I've been very patient with this but it ends now." you withdraw your hand, as she sighs before getting up and facing you, her jaw clenches in irritation, as she stares down at you, "What is it now, speak..!" She says with a sharp tone, her voice laced with irritation. "Shuri, you have been in your lab for weeks now, and I know I endlessly remind you about it but you were injured less than a week ago and you are back in this godforsaken lab cooking up whatever it is that is more important than your health and your WIFE!" by the end of your rant Shuri was looking at you with an irritated face, "Shuri!" you shrieked, Are you even listening to what I'm saying!?", she gritted her teeth slightly before answering "Y/N, I have been working my ass off for weeks in this lab, I am a busy person. You need to understand that, I will not leave my country behind just because you want to be needy, and be next to me at all hours of the day Y/N, could you just get over it!" To say you were shocked was an understatement, you raised your eyebrows at her, "Shuri, I don't know where on this earth, all this is coming from but you need to learn how to cope better, talk to me for Bast's sake I'm your wife, sithandwa sam you need to understand that I'm saying all this because I love you and I care about you!", the longer this continued you felt yourself loosing your cool, Shuri was clearly irritated by you now, she scowled at you "You know what Y/N get out, get out I'm tired of this get out!" "Shuri-" "No, Y/N out, I said OUT!" She said pushing you away, forgetting about the strength she now possessed, you hit something glass off a table as you attempted to ground yourself, glass pieces going everywhere as you hit the floor, the pieces flying around cut your hand, some even cut your face, you stared at your wife in shock as blood dripped down your cheek and hand. You looked at your hand in fear, she could only stare back at you stuck in place, tears began to fall down your face as you quickly got up and left without another word.

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You were gone, you packed a bag and left without a second thought, heading away from the palace, going to stay with a friend from the border tribe for a bit, you knew it wouldn't be long until Shuri came looking for you - well not really looking but more so knocking at this door threatening to tear it down. You sat in your temporary room, after taking a shower, and changing your bandages, it was somewhat peaceful, other than your mind constantly reminding you that sooner or later you would have to face Shuri, you didn't know what you'd say to her, nor how to look her in those eyes you loved so much without crying and making a fool of yourself. You looked up from your hands, the room was now dark, had you really spent so much time overthinking. You softly sighed to yourself, deciding to go to sleep after an abnormal and long day.

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3 days had passed, and much to your surprise Shuri didn't come busting through the door of your close friend's home, she wasn't here often as she was very busy these past few days. You looked in your suitcase, your clean clothes had run out. You knew it was time to go back and face Shuri, you cleaned up your room and re-packed your suitcase, ready to leave you grabbed it and headed out the door, leaving your friend a notice, you knew she'd understand.

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Walking down the long hallway, it was quiet despite your footsteps and the rolling of your bag, as you make it to your shared bedroom you stop in your tracks and hesitate to open the door, you breathe in before opening the door. The first thing you see is a Shuri who looks like they haven't slept in days, with dark circles underlining their eyes and a messy but not too messy room. "Shuri?", you squeak out, she looks up at you, with an almost confused look on her face, you take a step towards her as she stands up to walk to you, immediately crushing you in a hug, you hug her back without hesitation as you feel her tears wet your shoulders, "Don't worry, usana I'm right here, it's okay, my love." you coo as you rub her back in a comforting manner. You stay like this for a few moments before your wife reluctantly pulls away, "I'm sorry Y/N, I'm so so sorry, please forgive I'll never hurt you again, please, please just come back to me..." she hiccupped slightly as she held your waist, you cupped her face before saying "Shuri, sithandwa I'm not going anywhere, you hear me, I will not leave you ever gain, ndiyakuthandana." you said gazing into her eyes as you lean in to kiss her, the kiss was sweet, and longing, it was purely innocent as you wrapped your arms around her neck. After a minute you both pull back as you whisper, into her neck that you love her.

Because after all, you just wanted to be safe in her arms again.

End.

A/n: if the end isn't good, it's because I got lazy, but hey I'll probably drop something else tomorrow.

[love-toxin]

For the Halloween sentence starters could you do :

“What are you dressed as?” With billy please?

He’s pretty n I like to look at himmmm

ellie's halloween sentence starters!

x. "What are you dressed as?"

(cws: fake blood, teasing, alcohol, mostly flirting, a little neurodivergent reader for ya)

"So,"

The guy you've been sharing looks with for an hour has finally strolled on over, the party nothing but background noise as he leans over you and speaks softly. Being tall, handsome, and shredded--as you can see by the open leather jacket he's got on--was enough to catch your attention. But when he speaks, his charm is what inclines you to hang on his every word.

"What are you dressed as?"

He raises a brow, thumbing the thin strap of the white gown you've got on. The dress isn't really what most people have been eyeing with your costume--it's mostly the fake blood that you're drenched in, from your hair down your face to stain the long fabric that swishes about your feet.

"Carrie." Usually it's an easy guess, but you're not a perfect match, and you've seen a few other partygoers come and go all done up in blood like you. Most of them are Jasons and Michael Myers, though, to be fair.

"You're cute." He grins, his fingers drifting downwards until he lets his hand fall away. "I'm Billy."

It's your turn to quirk a brow, and your smirk seems to puzzle him for a moment, until you have the grace to fill him in to what he's missing.

"Stephen King Carrie. Not my name--but thanks." You don't want to make fun of him or make him feel like you are, but his little 'oh' of realization makes you giggle, and it only takes him snickering at his own ridicule for any tension to dissolve and your shared laughter to resonate off the party's energy. Having surveyed him for a while over the lip of your solo cup, you'd expected a brash guy like himself, who seems intent and happy on showing off, to roll his eyes and move along with his plan of getting into your pants. But Billy doesn't seem that way, and hey, you like a guy who's modest enough to laugh at himself. "Who are you? Guy-with-his-chest-out?"

Billy laughs out loud at that, and yet he seems not to draw any more attention to himself than he already has. As he does so, he reaches out to flick up the collar of his jacket, and leans on the wall you've got your back to to hover over you.

"Ever seen Lost Boys?"

"Course I have!" Vampires and bloody biker gangs. To say that's not something that piques your interest would be a big, fat lie. "Lemme guess! You're...."

You let your eyes drop to his belt but no further, roam up his chest, and back up to his eyes that haven't left you, his gaze fixated somewhere just below your nose--but when you catch a glimpse of those curly locks tucked over his shoulder, it all comes together and you snap your fingers in thought. "Paul!"

"Got me." Billy winks at you, unmoving and undisturbed as a couple people shuffle by him and you. The music has swelled and fallen to a soft hubbub of guitar from the host's stereo, which makes all the chatter, laughing, and cheering throughout the house sound that much louder in comparison. "Smart cookie. You know your stuff, huh?"

You just shrug, but the grin playing on your lips is unmistakable. You've been enjoying the game of watching and listening to the crowd rather than joining in, aside from a drink or two, but with a little liquid courage in your system and an hour of speaking very little, it's much more fun to entertain the likes of Billy with his pretty blue eyes and smooth, deep voice.

"So, Carrie--who's she? Prom queen by day, butcher by night?"

"You've never seen the movie?" You stand agape, half mocking shock and half real shock. You're struck practically speechless when he shakes his head, and informs you that he's never seen it nor read it. "Dude, you gotta get your life together! It's like--it's just--it's fuckin' awesome!"

Whoa, now you've really gotta pump the brakes. You're doing that thing again where you lose your shit the second someone mentions something you really like--you've nearly crushed the plastic cup in your hand and you're practically vibrating with excitement, plus you know those last few words came out way louder than intended. A couple heads turning to look your way is all it takes to give you that feeling of wanting to curl back into yourself, but it's so hard to help it. You just love horror so much, but it hadn't occurred to you that maybe your obsession is just a bit too weird for the people here.

"Fuckin' awesome, huh?" His tone is teasing, but not on the border of mockery or even close to it. He seems immune to your discomfort at first glance, but the way he moves a little closer, like he's subconsciously trying to shield you, might say otherwise. "What, you gonna leave me hanging? Tell me about it."

Oh. Your chest's tightening up, and your heart is knocking around inside it like a bouncy ball on linoleum. He's got no idea what he's just asked. Don't be too much. "Oh...it's, uh, it's okay. You don't have to, uh...w-we can talk about something else-"

"I wanna hear it." He interrupts, a smile working its way back across his face, and he leans in a little closer. "We can talk somewhere quiet. Get away from the crowd."

'Get away.' Code word for something else, you've been led to believe--this isn't your first party, and Billy isn't the first guy to come flirt with you. But you're not all that bothered, in fact....chatting a little bit about your favourite movies and getting some action with him doesn't sound like a bad deal. Cute, polite, and a little cheeky. Could definitely be worse, although you're not sure how long he'll be able to sit and listen to you talk when he's clearly got something more on his mind.

"I...yeah, that sounds fun. Uh, if I talk too much, you can stop me."

"I like listening to you. You've got a pretty voice." He's rubbing your arm, but keeping his hand level, keeping it away from anywhere else. Before he touched you, you had no idea how cold you were--and now that he is, you're shocked at how warm he is. "So I don't think it'll be a problem, sweetheart."

He whispers that into your ear, a strand of your blood-soaked hair caught in his fingers but not by accident. He pulls it back gently, tucks it out of the way of your face--and leaning in further, you suck in a breath so softly when he kisses you just below your ear. It's a soft spot nobody knows about, not that you ever realized it yourself....not until it's Billy that's teasing it with his teeth, and soothing the tender flesh with a flick of his tongue. All that escapes you is a soft hum, on the brink of a moan, but you manage to keep it in and keep it down to hold some modicum of decency.

"C'mon, Carrie," He draws his hand down the length of your arm, until he captures your wrist and delicately squeezes it while pulling you off the wall. Odds are you won't even notice the mark he left until tomorrow morning, when you're readying yourself in the mirror and gently prodding it with shaky fingers. "Let's go find somewhere to get to know each other."

[noirvette]

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Stan's eyebrows furrow at the horror written on your face. He turns around and takes a few steps back at the surprising closeness between him and a guy covered in all black clothing. He backs up and stands in front of you, shielding your body using his.

The hooded figure just stands there, not moving, his face isn't even visible, Stan doesn't even know what to say, you don't even know what to say. Minutes pass and it feels like ages as the hooded figure slowly looks up. You still can't make out his face and from taking a glance at Stan he can't either.

"Y/n." His voice brings you chills, you don't recognize it but it sounds fake, like he's using a voice changer. "You need.." the man clears his throat, "I need to tell you something."

"You get any fucking closer and I knock you the fuck out, you bitch." Stan warns, quickly taking off his coat and throwing it to the side.

The man puts his hands up in defeat, "I'm not here to fight you, either of you. I have information for Y/n. Information that proves to her that the people she trusts isn't all what they hold up to be."

"That's enough, get out of he-" "Stan." You cut him off and Stan gives you an incredulous look, "Y/n, you cannot be serious."

"I am serious, but he has to tell us from where he's standing. Do you hear that?!" You raise your voice at the figure, "you tell me what you have from right there! Do not come any closer!"

The hooded figure chuckles, "I wasn't planning on getting any closer anyways, your guard dog looks vicious." Stan scoffs at that, "whatever, tell us what you know, creep."

"That's all I wanted her to know, her future is doomed, it's been set that way from the start. As of right now, she should be doing her part." The hooded figure coughs, "and I'm doing my part, giving you the forewarning. Take this information as you wish. I really mean no harm. I just want whats best for Y/n after all."

Disgust makes its way onto your face, "You know nothing about me how could you know what's best for me?"

The hooded man takes a step forward and immediately Stan does too, "I know everything about you, Y/n! You bought a gsrm20BS and you played it tonight. I know that you joined this band because of Kyle and Nichole, who asked you to play 2 months into the original formation of the band. I know that you used to live in Washington until moving to South Park 12 and half years ago. 12 years, 6 months and 4 days actually." The man starts shaking at he recalls details of you that even you forgot about.

Stan stands there, shocked at the man in front of you two. You stand there, shocked at the man in front of you two. Neither of you can believe the words coming out of his mouth.

You look at the distance between you and the hotel before nudging Stan. He catches your drift and shakes his head, mouthing a "still too dangerous." Unfortunately he'd be right too, the man's stance is one for lunging. You also can't tell if he's got any weapons on him.

The man is still talking about minute details about you before he abruptly stops, "I went off there, I apologize..I came here to tell you about how worried I was about you. I'll always be here for you, Y/n.." He trails off.

You wonder where Kyle is, if he's even noticed that you haven't arrived yet, texting him right as you left the venue was a smart move and at this point he should know you're late, but.. in his defense he's probably asleep.

That leaves the others, but they are going out to eat right now and are expecting Stan to be late so that's no good either.

Stan's phone is in his coat pocket that he threw on the ground and yours is in your jeans pocket, but you doubt you'd be able to get to it to send anyone a text in time before the stalker attacks you, Stan, or even the both of you if he has a weapon.

Lastly, you wonder about Kenny. He was going to facetime you after the concert ended. The concert was well over an hour ago and yet you still haven't received a call.

Before you can decide what to do, police sirens are heard in the far distance, the stalker freezes at the sounds of sirens and runs off into an alleyway besides the hotel before disappearing.

You look at Stan, nerves at an all time high, shock, fear, relief, and many more emotions evident on your face. Stan looks down at you with a similar look.

"Did..did you call the police?" Stan asks you after a few seconds pass, you shake your head, "I didn't even...reach my phone just in case he had a weapon on him.. I.." You look around at you to see if any passersby were in the street, but the streets were empty.

"Y/n! Stan! Oh jesus christ, thank god you guys are safe." Kyle runs down the hotel steps, before running to the two of you and pulling the two of you in a tight hug.

"Kyle! Dude, you have no idea how happy I am to see you right now." Stan breathes out, relief evident in his tone. Kyle lets the two of you go and you stand there, tears welling in your eyes before gripping onto Kyle once more. Sobbing into his shoulder you clutch onto him so tightly that Kyle thinks about how tomorrow he may see a few bruises.

"Thank you.." is all you can say muster out while sobbing as Kyle rubs your back soothingly. As you guys finally separate Stan turns to Kyle and asks, "how'd you know that we were in trouble?"

"I found your wallet in my bag, so as I was heading out the door to wait for you guys, I noticed the tense stand off, but I couldn't hear anything so I called the police because it seemed weird as hell. I thought it was a crackhead, why what happened?"

Before Stan has a chance to explain, the police finally pull into the front of the hotel. "Stalker." You whisper out to Kyle. As he hears those words he puts an arm around your shoulder and squeezes. The three of you turn to the police, getting mentally ready for an even longer night.

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