#Lei - Closet

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

[CN] Li Zeyan’s Upcoming Solo SSR!

“To the you who makes the world glitter with brilliance.”

“When I wish to plunge into love, I look into your eyes.”

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[caramelarchive2]

<3

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

Lol bout to change my name on my social media to riles even this im not out yet

[scarlethexelove]

Little Devil

Pairing: Angel!Wanda Maximoff x Demon!Reader

Word Count: 2835

Warnings: A little bit of angry Wanda, Blood, Split eyebrow, Start of a bar fight, Cute date, Unexpected cumming, Not really much.

Pt 1, Pt 2

A/n: I need to give the biggest thanks and a whole like of credit to @wandamaximoffsbadgirl She was a major collaborator on this fic. Pretty much writing half of it with me. This is the prequal to Roles Reversed. I have for so long wanted to write more in this AU and with Ley's help I was able to fill in the parts I was struggling with. I definitely have many more thoughts to this AU and hope so share more soon. This is how the two cuties met.

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

The night is like any other, the bar is bustling with regulars and a ton of new faces. You own the best bar in town so it's nothing new, but you love it. The interaction with people and getting to do something you love. Wanda walks past the bustling bar but stops in her tracks when she senses that tell tale sign of a demon. What could they be getting up to in such a busy place? She has a bad feeling about this. Rage takes over as she makes haste into the bar.

You're laughing behind the bar with some of the regulars, leaning forward as you laugh at some stupid joke one of them told. You see the door open, rather than hear it, as a beautiful woman walks through. “Hey! Welcome to my bar! What can I start you with?” You call out over the voice and music. Wanda studies you, you seem too nice to be such a wretched demon. She doesn't answer which has you raising your eyebrow. “Whenever you figure out what you want just give me a holler.” You sling your bar rag over your shoulder and get back to some other patrons. Wanda takes a seat at the end of the bar and studies you. Her senses only point you out, but how is she supposed to confront you in front of all these people?

You feel Wanda’s eyes on you and try to ignore it as you get back into your rhythm. Moving around the bar and eventually when she doesn't order anything you set a water in front of her, leaning on the bar. “So what's brought you into my little hole in the wall?” You question the beautiful woman in front of you. She eyes the drink with skepticism and looks back up at you. “Seemed like a busy place.” Was all she said. You feel the hostility and anger pouring off of her. So you just give her a smile and a nod. 

As you notice you're running low on ice you let the other bartender know you're heading to the back to get more. Wanda takes this opportunity to follow you. You didn't notice her following you until you've been pushed into a supply closet. Her arm is pressed against your neck as she pins you against a wall. Her foot kicked the door closed behind her. “What do you think you're doing?” She seethes. You're confused until you catch out of the corner of your eye your tail nervously flicking back and forth. That is when it clicks, she's an angel.

You try to get out of her hold. Are all angels this strong or have you just grown weak? You finally decide it's no use and instead put a hand over hers. “Please calm down and I can explain.” You use your power of taking anger to calm her down. As she became calmer her grip loosened on you until you were able to lower her arm. “Listen, I came here to have a good time. I just want to run my bar and keep out of trouble.” You tried to explain and though her hand didn't come back up again you saw it in her eyes, untrustworthy. “Why should I believe in a demon like you?” She seethes. You raise your hands in surrender.  “Look, you can stick around and watch me if you like, but I have work to do.” You gently squeeze by her to not anger her more. You get the ice and head back to what you were doing. You feel her eyes following you all night. 

“Dude what the fuck!” You hear screaming as a fight breaks out. You quickly jump over the bar and make your way to the fight before it escalates to an all out brawl. You take a punch to the face, splitting your eyebrow, but you get your hands on them and take their anger and de-escalating the situation. “Break it up boys. If you wanna fight, it won't be in my bar.” Wanda almost jumps up as she watches the blood run down and into your eye, forcing you to close it. She grips tightly onto the bar as she fights her body on running to you. Once the two guys apologize and everything settles you head to your office with the rag over the wound, holding it. 

Wanda once again slips past and follows behind you. As you sit down in your chair she stands in the doorway. You look up at her from your seat. “Yes?” She rolls her eyes at how you fail to even help yourself. “Let me.” She takes the rag and forces your face up so that she can clean you up.

It's silent as she patches you up. “That was stupid of you.” You look at her bewildered. “Was I supposed to let an all out brawl happen?” Wanda huffs a little knowing you're right. “No, but you didn't have to take the punch…” She holds onto your face after patching you up. Looking over your features for a moment longer before you ask. “Do you wanna go out sometime?” It spills out of your mouth before you can stop it. 

Fear crosses your face as you realize what you said. You had never been so close to an angel. You had heard of their beauty but she was far more beautiful than you had ever expected. “You don't even know my name sweetheart.” Wanda pats your cheek and walks away with a wink. She takes her place back at the bar as you sit there dumbfounded. “Shit.” You mumble as you scramble back out to the bar.

You spend a good chunk of the evening stumbling over your words in front of her. As the night progresses and she talks with you she wonders why she was ever worried in the first place. As you stumble over yourself once more Wanda interrupts you. “Wanda.” Your brow furrows. “Huh?” You question. She chuckles at you. “Wanda. My name. You still haven't asked it.” Your face goes completely red as a smirk appears on her face. “O-oh...I'm y/n.” A chuckle rolls out of her mouth and you get butterflies at how beautiful it sounds. “I figured that out since this is ‘Y/N's bar’.” She reminds you and somehow your face turns more red.

As the night draws to a close and most people have left Wanda watches as you clean up. Her chin is  propped on her hand. “I'll pick you up at 7.” You look up from where you are cleaning. “W-what?” She chuckles. “For our date. I'll pick you up at 7.” Wanda leans over the bar and kisses your cheek before she walks out the bar. Her hips sway as your cheeks turn red and your mouth hangs open. But you recover running after her. “You don't know where I live.” You call after her. She turns around with a raised brow waiting for you to tell her. You ramble off your address for her before she walks away into the night leaving you shocked and excited.

You wake up excited and ready the moment your eyes open. As the day progresses you worry slightly which turns bigger and bigger as the time gets closer. You're all dressed up and ready as you pace back and forth. What if she was just fucking with you? What if she didn't actually want to go out with you? Wasn't she supposed to hate you? Angels and demons aren't meant to be together but what if you can. You have never been like the others, your brothers were some of the best out there but you loved humans, so maybe this would be okay.

7 rolls around and you are anxiously waiting outside for Wanda. To your surprise she pulls up in a red car. You don't know how she could look more beautiful but she does. “Wo-wow.” Was all you could stutter out.She smiles at you. “Come on get in I made reservations.” You do as told and get in. “Reservations?” You ask on the way. “Oh yeah I know the owner of this place. A really nice place and told him I needed a table tonight for a date. He happily found me a spot.” You blush realizing she had planned things out and your worries started to melt away.

When you get there your jaw drops in shock at the place. You have heard about it and how amazing the food is. You have tried to get a reservation for months and couldn't get in. Wanda sees your surprise and grabs your hand. “Come on pretty girl.” You can't help but blush as she pulls you forward. “Wanda you didn't have to.” You breathe out as she opens the door for you to head inside. “I wanted a sweetheart.” She walks to the hostess and whispers in her ear. You feel shy and awkward as you wait to be seated.

Wanda just met you yesterday and she was willing to do all this and all the nicknames and compliments had your head swimming already. Wanda is already loving how easy it is to fluster you. You aren't like any other demon she has met. So intriguing, soft, and she can tell so submissive. 

Wanda takes your hand again and leads you to your seat which is one of the best in the restaurant. She pulls out the chair for you which surprises you but you sit. She rounds the table and sits across from you. At first you're so nervous and shy but as time passes you start to loosen up. A very stark contrast to the person behind the bar last night. The conversations are easy and two hours doesn't feel like two hours as you finish a shared piece of cake. It's a huge serving and so sweet you almost feel it rot your teeth, but you loved it. The way her face lit up at every bite she was taking of it was worth it. You let her have the last bite as the waitress comes back with her card.

“Thank you Wanda.” Your voice is low and soft. You look down as another blush covers your face. Wanda hooks her finger under your chin to make you look at her. She has a soft smile on her face as she speaks. “You are so welcome detka. Now let's get you home.” You smile and nod. The both of you make your way out of the restaurant and Wanda drives you home. This has been one of the best nights of your life and you desperately don't want it to end.

When you get to the door of your house you chew on your lip a moment before asking. “Do you want to come in?” Wanda smiles sweetly at you. “I'd love to continue this date.” You can't help but get giddy and a little bit of a happy jump as you open the door. Wanda finds your excitement adorable as she follows you inside. Your home is very cozy, not something you would expect from a demon but it's so very you.  “This is very cute sweetheart.” You smile. “Thank you Wands.” You test the nick name a bit hesitant but when she smiles at you in approval it makes you that much more giddy.

You both get comfortable on the couch and start talking. Eventually the topic of your features comes up. “I'll show you mine if you show me yours.” Wanda says making you blush as your tail comes out, flicking back and forth slowly and your horns come out. Wanda does this, almost shake as her wings come out. Bright beautiful white looking so soft to the touch. You don't know how she keeps doing it but the more you see the more beautiful she becomes. You're hesitant to ask and you can feel your fingers twitch in a need to just feel them. She notices and smiles. “You can touch them if you like, but if you do I want to feel your horns.” Like most of the night your blush intensifies. “Deal, but uh my horns can be a bit sensitive.” You tell her.

Wanda raises an eyebrow at you. “Sensitive, hm?” She asks not giving you time to answer as her fingers brush lightly over them. You feel your body heat up, leaning into her touch as your mouth falls open, a small moan leaving your lips. Wanda bites her lip at the sound, a demon had never sounded more angelic.

Wanda is surprised by the softness of your horns. She expected them to be rough but the smoothness to them is nice as she runs her fingers up and down the ridges. As her fingers dance across them you feel your breath quicken as your chest turns the same color as your cheeks. It all feels too much but oh so good at the same time. Your mind is growing fuzzy at how good it feels. 

It had been so long since the last time you felt like this, but you knew this fuzzy headspace you were being put in. “W-Wands…” You manage out, your pleas going unheard as she carries on stroking your horns, your hot breath filling the space between you two and then it slips out. “Mommy please…” 

“Yes little devil.” Wanda hums her response but she is still so entranced by how beautiful your horns really are that she doesn't fully register the situation. And by the time she does it's too late. You let out a whimper and moan as you cum unexpectedly. Your eyes shut as your thighs tremble slightly. Wanda instinctively wraps her wings around you in a protective manner. It isn't until you feel her wings around you as you come down that it sinks in exactly what just happened. “O-oh my god.” You pull back from her. “I-I'm so sorry. Fuck.” You can't help but feel tears filling your eyes at the thought of ruining everything.

Wanda pulls you closer, her wings wrapping around you. “Shhh dorogaya you've done nothing wrong.” She soothes you by rubbing your back. You feel so warm and safe in her arms. You wonder for a moment if she could take your worries away because it certainly feels like she has. 

“I-I didn't know that would happen. It's never happened before.” You mumble against her. Wanda gently pulls you back so she can look at you, her wings still around you in a protective embrace. She cups your cheek and uses her thumb to brush away a stray tear that had fallen. “If I'm honest, I found that super hot.” You should be over her boldness by now but it still shocks you as your whole face heats up now. She can't help but chuckle at your current state. “How about we get you cleaned up and we can maybe continue this date with a movie? How does that sound?” You nod with excitement. “That sounds amazing Wands.” 

As you're about to break apart Wanda speaks up. “I loved it when you called me Mommy.” Everytime you think you're done blushing she's turning you a new shade of red. You can't even look at her as you ask. “Y-you did?” She pulls your chin back up to look at her. “Yes detka. I did.” A smile spreads across your face. Your tail flicking and hitting against her wings. 

Wanda leans in kissing you. You melt into her instantly. This must be what people mean when they say they felt fireworks. Your kiss with Wanda ignites something new within you. It's like nothing you have ever felt before. When you finally pull apart Wanda smirks at you. “Don't think I've ever made someone cum before I kissed them before.” You whine and hide your face in her neck as she chuckles, getting the two of you up and putting her wings away so as to not knock anything over as you two go to the bathroom to clean you up. Wanda is so good about it and helps get you out of the clothes you had picked out for dinner and into some comfy pajamas. You offer her some which she happily takes. 

The two of you decide to stay in your room and watch a movie on your bed. Wanda's wings coming back out and wrapping around you like a blanket. Wanda insists that your horns stay out even though you're worried about hurting her with them. She wants you to be you in your own home. No need to hide away or worry with her.  She has already made up her mind that she will protect you no matter what.

She never expected walking into that bar last night would lead to you but here you are. A demon like no other, the perfect missing piece to her puzzle.

[anyamaris]

Summary: When one of your closest friends asks you to be his plus one to a big event, the last thing you expected was to end up in a hotel room with a handsome stranger.

Word Count: 10893

Pairing: Fashion Journalist/Model!Hoseok x F!Reader

Trope/AU: Non Idol AU/Angst-Smut

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Warnings: Adult language, vulgarity, dirty talk, protected sex, sex with a stranger, mentions of drinking alcohol, quite a bit of angst, MDNI

A/N: This is chapter one for a larger story. I couldn't help but make Wooyoung the BFF as he's my comfort muse 🤍 Thank you to @frenchkisstheabyss for beta reading this, as always your opinion is so highly valued to me I can't express it.

@pars-ley for the GORGEOUS FREAKING BANNER-also for all the back and forth, as well as beta reading for me...between you and Ty I doubt this would be coming out this quickly. Words just can't articulate what your input means.

@cafekitsune my forever divider queen, ily 💜💜💜

“So I was invited to this event…” 

You glance over at your best friend, rubbing your eyes from lack of sleep.

“Oh yeah? Is it for photography?” you ask him, curious.

Wooyoung perks up, nodding as you give him your full attention.

“Yeah, one of the editors gave me two tickets so…” he looks at you sheepishly, barely able to hide his cheeky little grin.

But you know him too well at this point.

“Wooyoung…you know I don’t like things like that.” you respond, closing your laptop as you lean back in your chair.

“Come on, I need a plus one and you are my best option.  It’s free food and drinks…besides…” he says, eyeing you, “You need to get out of the house.”

You give him a small frown, unconsciously reaching up to touch your messy hair that you’d thrown into a bun earlier before working.

“Well that’s just rude.” you grumble as he comes over to grab your shoulders and shake you playfully.

“Look, I’ll pick out your outfit and everything, all you need to do is show up.  I’ll owe you!” 

Sighing, you reluctantly agree after a bit more coaxing, already regretting inviting him over tonight.

Still, you can’t help but get swept away in his enthusiasm, and you know despite hating the social atmosphere, you want to be there to support your friend.

So that’s how you find yourself, hiding to the side in this massive ballroom, surrounded by people you don’t know, as you watch Wooyoung mingle with people from afar.

Good, I may be able to make an early exit if he’s busy…you think to yourself as you eye the doors off in the distance.

A low voice suddenly breaks you out of your fantasies of being at home, lounging in a bathrobe with no one else around.

“Are you planning your escape?” the husky voice asks, and you glance over at the man who’s taken up residence next to you.

“Is it that obvious?” you ask, assessing him as he glances between you and the door.  

He was long and lean, impeccably dressed in some designer or another.

Wooyoung would be able to pick it out, you think, as you eye the newcomer.  

“Only if you’re thinking the same thing,” he winks, leaning back against the wall as he tilts his head at you.  

You turn slightly towards him, unexpectedly not all that annoyed by the company.

“While I don’t want to slight anyone here, as I believe it’s quite an extravagant party, if you like that kind of thing…I’d much rather be lounging around in my pajamas at home.”  you respond, looking down at the gown Wooyoung had plucked out of your closet earlier.

The red cocktail dress was gorgeous, ending slightly above the knee; understatedly sexy yet sophisticated.  

You’d held onto it from some event or another in the last year and Wooyoung had insisted.  

Your new companion's eyes drift down your frame along with yours, then at his own attire.  

“I couldn’t possibly want to wear anything else but this, of course.” He announces a bit loudly, before tossing you the cutest wink and rolling his eyes slightly.

Then he leans in, whispering, “Pajamas sound heavenly…”

You cover your mouth as a small giggle escapes your lips, surprising you.  

This man has me giggling like a little girl, you chastise yourself, as if I haven’t spoken to a handsome man before…

His dark eyes dance with delight as he gives you a bright smile, causing your heart to flutter a bit.

Damn, you think, what a fucking smile.

“Hoseok. But you can call me Hobi,” he offers.

Blushing, you whisper your name, enjoying how he has to lean in to catch it.  

“So what brings you out tonight?” he inquires after introductions are complete.

You glance back over at Wooyoung, unsurprisingly at the center of all the attention as he regales his friends with some story or another.  

You pick out a few familiar faces and a soft smile teases at your lips.

Hoseok’s eyes dart back up to yours as you turn back, and you can’t help but wonder if he was looking at your mouth.  

Not the place to be getting heated over a handsome man, you think, focusing back on the topic.

Clearing your throat, you finally respond, “I’m a plus one for the peacock over there,” you gesture to Wooyoung, who is currently hanging off a mutual friend.

Hoseok glances over briefly, noting the group, then turns back to you.

“Boyfriend?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.  

Snorting, you wave a hand at him, “No...no…I couldn’t handle half of what that man puts out.  He’s a bit much for me personally.”  

“Ah…” he replies, seeming to relax a bit.

You stare at him curiously, wondering what his reaction is all about before asking the same. 

“And you? Are you here for the event or are you an extra too?”  

He gives you a shrug, letting out a soft sigh, “Here alone, for the event.  Brushing shoulders and all that, but I find myself more interested in one-on-one conversations tonight.” 

Your cheeks heat at the obvious flirtatious tone, finding yourself leaning ever so slightly closer to him. 

“Well I’m in luck then, aren’t I? Good thing I didn’t escape yet.” You say quickly, before you can stop yourself.  

Oh my god, am I flirting? 

His face lights up and you can’t help but take note of the way his cheeks lift to expose the cutest dimples.  

Warmth flares in the pit of your stomach and you find yourself looking closer at him; the man is even more attractive than you first realized.  

Especially with that gorgeous smile.

He appears to notice your close study of him, his smile warm as he returns the favor.  

“Definitely a good thing…” he repeats back to you, and you resist the urge to fan yourself at his proximity.  

Clearing your throat, you redirect the conversation before you start stuttering at this stranger.

“So what is your reason for being here? Work? Or are you some kind of ambassador?” 

He studies you, and you swear there’s a bit of disappointment at your attempt to talk about mundane things.

“Work…I write for a fashion magazine.  Luckily it’s a lot of sitting back and people watching, so this suits me fine…but I’d much rather hear about you.” He answers, tilting his head at you in curiosity.

Suddenly, you find your cheeks heating even more, and you hope that it’s not too noticeable.  

Shit…you hadn’t thought about answering that when you’d asked….

“Uh…I…I also write. Novels…fiction…” you stammer out, your voice shaky as you pray he won’t pry.

Yet, those hopes are dashed as he responds.

“What kind of fiction do you write?” he inquires, brows drawing together at your sudden discomfort.

“Smut…” You mumble at him, and he frowns, leaning closer to you.

“What was that-?” he asks.

“R-romance…” you say, heart thumping in your chest from the save.

Oh my god, did I just say smut? Good lord, this man has me flustered!

“Oh…really?” he says, crossing his arms over his chest as he nods in contemplation, “So what kind of smut?” 

“Well I-” but you stop mid thought, face burning as he holds your gaze.

“Fuck.…” you mumble, then curse yourself for blurting it out loud.

He laughs in delight, his soft chuckle winding you up both in embarrassment and something else a little more…primal.

“That’s quite the mouth you’ve got on you...now I’m curious what else that pretty mind can come up with.” 

Something within you seems to awaken at his teasing; despite your mild uneasiness at this particular topic, you long for this to continue.

Tossing caution to the wind, you decide to answer with your true thoughts.

“You’d be surprised what this mind can conjure up when I’m all alone with a keyboard…” you whisper to him, leaning in just enough to brush your arm against his.  

A thrill jolts through you as his eyes widen, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly as he tenses a bit at your words.

Before you can regret your comment or apologize and retreat, he’s pressing his arm firmly against yours before responding.

“Well now, you can’t say something so tempting and expect me not to ask for an example.”  he whispers, his voice deepening with a sultry huskiness.

Inhaling a shaky breath, you glance around to see if anyone has noticed your interaction.

“Noone is paying us any attention.  They’re all more interested in getting the attention of the elites in the room.” He whispers.

You glance back at him, his eyes locked on you as if you’re the only person in this massive room.

Oh fucking hell, you think, as he runs his knuckle over your bare upper arm.  

You’ve written the word “clenching" so many times but right at this very moment, you swear you never grasped the gravity of what it was like to actually do so.

“Do you ask every woman you come across to talk dirty to you?” You tease, enjoying the way he continues to touch your skin despite the feigned shock on his face.

“Do you curse at every man who asks you to?” He retorts, biting his bottom lip as his eyes flick to your mouth.

Swallowing heavily, you take a deep breath and let it out slowly, attempting to collect your thoughts.

“I can’t say that I’ve ever had anyone actually ask me, let alone someone I’ve just met…” you tell him, wondering where the hell this conversation was going to lead.

His face softens slightly as he examines your features.

“I’ll be honest with you…I rarely attempt to even go beyond small talk with others, let alone…this…” 

The finger caressing your arm stops suddenly as he seems to be contemplating something.

Your stomach twists at the thought of him drawing away, of losing this contact with him but your worries are alleviated as he continues speaking.

“Would you like to go somewhere more private?”

He rushes to add, “To talk, of course.” 

Perhaps it’s the adrenaline coursing through your veins at the insane attraction to this man that causes you to laugh, but you don’t know how else to react right now.

His brows raise at the reaction, and before he can say anything else, you quickly nod at the suggestion.

“Yes…please.” 

Another laugh bubbles up from your throat at his shocked reaction, as if he expected to be rejected.

Before you can regret your answer, he’s pushing off the wall, glancing around before turning to hold his hand out to you.  

“I…have a room here for the night…” He offers.

“To talk, of course.” You respond.

“Of course, for…research.” he shoots back as you settle your hand in his.  

A shiver courses through you as his long fingers entwine with yours, allowing him to lead you to the back of the room and down a corridor.

You spare only a glance at Wooyoung before you disappear from the event entirely, hoping he won’t mind your absence.

Your heart flutters in your ribcage as you ponder why in the hell you’re going somewhere alone with a man you just met, but all of your reason seems to have fled tonight.

Yet you can’t deny that this is much more interesting than sitting around in your bathrobe, writing about it.

Your stomach is tight with anticipation and anxiety as the trip from the hall to the elevators then to the corridor to his room is silent.

The motion of his thumb caressing your fingers is all that keeps you from bolting back into the safety of the party, but you know that you would regret that fully if you did.

He produces a keycard and leads you into his room, and as the door shuts behind you, your mind is already made up.

Whatever happens, happens.

It has been ages since you have even been on a date, let alone anything physical…

And maybe this is just to talk, as he said…

His room is a suite, with an open-plan sitting area, a small couch and coffee table, the large king size bed looming in the background.  

The long ceiling to floor windows are wide open, curtains pulled back to display the city lit up brightly below.

He leads you to the couch, reluctantly releasing your hand as he looks up at you expectantly.

You hesitate a moment before seating yourself beside him, clasping your hands together to stop him from seeing your tremble.

Mistaking your gesture, he rushes to fill the silence.

“If you get uncomfortable, please don’t hesitate to say as much. The last thing I want to do is-” 

“I’m not uncomfortable. I mean, at least not in a bad way.” you blurt out, cutting him off.

You swear if your cheeks heat any more than they already have tonight, your skin is going to melt off.

His face lights up as he places a hand over his chest, letting out an audible breath.

“Thank goodness, I...I really do want to get to know you better.”

You glance around once more before attempting to get more comfortable on the couch, turning towards him as you cross your legs.

You don’t fail to notice how his eyes dart to your legs as the skirt rides up slightly and the flush that’s visibly creeping up his neck.

Oh this is so dangerous, you think, yet it’s also the most exciting thing that’s happened to you in ages.

He angles himself towards you as you brush your skirt over your knee, trying to hide your smile as he quickly averts his eyes.

“So…do you enjoy writing?” he asks softly, as he leans back against the cushions, resting his elbow on the back of the couch and props his chin on his palm.

Taking the cue, you also try to relax back into the comfy sofa as you finally give him your full attention.

“I do…quite a lot.  I failed to mention that I am also an editor for other writers, but I split my time between that and my own work.” 

He just holds your gaze as you speak, seemingly fascinated with each word you utter.  

It was quite the thrill to have someone so close, so interested…and so gorgeous. 

“Do you enjoy your work?” You return, not wanting to only talk about yourself.

He takes a moment, glancing off as if to ponder the question.

“Hmm…at times.  It can take over my life sometimes, honestly.  The amount of research and travel involved sometimes can be overwhelming.  But…” he lets his eyes drift back to you, lips curling softly as he pauses, “sometimes I get to meet interesting people.”

Your stomach flips as his tone drops, sensing that constant underlying tension drawing you closer to him before you can stop yourself.  

It’s as if each moment requires an inch to be removed from between you.

“It’s quite the opposite of my work then,” you laugh breathily, “I spend most of my time imagining encounters…like this…” 

Your words trail off as the back of your neck heats, already wincing at your comment.

His eyes widen slightly, brows raising as a smile dances across his lips.

“Oh? And…if you were to be writing … this specific encounter…what would happen next?”  

Your breath hitches, mind racing at the question, at the implication, at where this could be leading…

“Well…I suppose I’d have to check my notes, answer some…questions first before proceeding.” You finally reply, enjoying the gleam of interest in his eyes.

“What kinds of questions?” His soft yet hoarse tone has you clenching your thighs together, “Perhaps I can help answer them.”

Good lord, this man is making me lose all of my sanity.

“Well…” you take a moment to think, biting your lower lip, “first, has he been drinking?”

“Not a drop.”

“Mmm..then…does he always bring unfamiliar women back to his hotel room?” 

His brow twitches, his gaze drifting to your mouth, then back up.

“This is definitely his first time doing anything so bold.”  

Your heart races at this admission, spiralling your senses further into losing all rationale.

“Well, for…her…she’s never done anything as daring either so…I’d have to ask why this man even spoke to her to begin with; what is it he is looking for?”  

His tongue darts out, wetting his lips as his eyes hood over, letting his gaze drift openly over you before answering.

“At first, he was curious about why such a beautiful woman was all alone, hiding among the plants at such an event…but after speaking to her, he couldn’t help but long to know more.  Away from all of the eyes lingering on her, so his were the only ones who could study her more closely.”

Your entire body tightens at the compliment, the quivers from being so tense threatening to give away how much he’s affecting you.

“And does he…regret the decision?” you can’t stop your voice from wavering at the question.

He brings his hand up to gently tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, then he traces his knuckle down your cheek.

“Quite the contrary, he’s as mesmerized by her mind as he is by her beauty.” 

At his touch, your lips part, and it takes everything within you to not let out the most wanton moan at the simple contact.

“I’m curious to know why she allowed herself to be all alone with this man, despite having all these questions.” he follows up, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.

Feeling emboldened by his answers, you lean in closer until you swear you can feel his breath tickling your lips.  

“Perhaps she’s curious as to why this handsome man chose her to speak to…and what it is that's so tempting about him.”

His hand slips up your jaw, opening to cup your cheek as his breathing noticeably hitches.  

“She’s tempted?” He asks, barely audible.

Your heart trembles, stomach swirling with butterflies as he dips his head ever closer so that you can almost feel the brush of his lips.

As if he’s waiting for you to be the one to close the final gap.

You give an almost imperceptible nod, your own hand reaching up to flick back a lock of his hair before tracing your fingertips along his gorgeous cheekbones.

“She can’t stop thinking about what her particular shade of lipstick will look like covering his sexy-” you breathe out.

Before you can continue, he lets out an impatient little grunt as he grasps the back of your neck, pulling your mouth against his.

Your fingers slip down his throat and you can feel his pulse beating quickly against your thumb as it rests on his neck.  

Your lips part eagerly for him as his tongue traces the seam of your mouth, and finally the whimper you’ve been holding back bubbles up out of you.

This only urges him on as he nips your bottom lip, sucking gently as he slowly guides you onto your back.  

Yes, yes, yes, your mind screams as he deepens the kiss, using his legs to part your thighs.

Your fingers delve into his hair, clutching onto the strands as he breaks from your mouth to pepper kisses along your jaw.

“Please-” you say, not exactly knowing what you’re asking for but he complies anyhow, slipping his hand between you and tugging up the skirts of your dress.

He halts momentarily and concern suddenly twists up your insides as he rests his cheek against your collarbone.  

“Is something-?” you manage through your throaty breaths.

“No-no-” he interjects, looking up at you as his palm grazes against your naked inner thigh, “-I just…want this to last…and you’ve already got me-”

He doesn't bother to finish the sentence, shuddering against you as his fingertips slip beneath your panties.

A wave of heat washes over you as he lets out a long, deep moan.

A confusing mix of bashfulness and exhilaration threatens to overwhelm you from just the pads of his fingers teasing over your drenched folds.

You can’t look away from his stunning face, his eyes fluttering closed as his lips part to let out the most delicious little noises as he explores you.  

Doing your best to hold back your own whimpers, you clutch at the couch cushion above you as your fingers cling to the strands of his hair in your hand.  

“Fuck-you’re killing me with how wet you already are…” he breathes against the skin of your chest, “Don’t hold back, I want to hear you-” 

Your hips lift as his fingers part your lower lips, skimming upwards agonizingly slow until he finds what he’s looking for.

“Mmmm-yes…” he murmurs as you finally cry out as he rolls your clit gently between his thumb and forefinger.  “That’s it…you like that?” 

You nod frantically as he focuses intently on drawing out your pleasure, each tiny motion of his deft fingers causing your body to arch and shake.

“Yes, oh god-” You finally whimper, “Hoseok-” 

He draws away from you slightly, angling himself so that he’s hovering above in order to look down at you.

“Talk to me, baby-” He coaxes, his eyes flicking down to take in the sight of you spread wide open with your panties pushed aside.  

“So good, oh god…don’t stop-” you blurt out, scrambling to articulate the most basic words in the haze of desire you’re trapped in.

You release the cushion you're gripping, grasping at the back of his neck, then tugging at his suit jacket as he looks between your face and his fingers teasing at you.

“What is it, baby? Tell me what you want-” he encourages, his honeyed cheeks flushing with heat as his gaze locks on your cunt.

The rasp of his voice has you clenching tightly and he gasps softly at the sight, causing you to cover your face in embarrassment.

“No, no no…don’t you dare…” he hums, his dark eyes locking on yours as he pulls his hand from you to grip your wrists and tug them gently away from your face.

Your breathing is coming shallow and hard as he pins you down, searching your face before leaning in to press his lips to yours once more.

Your heart beats in your throat, grateful for the momentary change of pace as he kisses you tenderly.

You take the opportunity to grasp at his jacket and push it off his shoulders, and he helps you remove it, tossing it off to the side without parting from you.  

He slides his hands behind your back, blindly seeking your zipper and finally he lets out a happy sigh into your mouth as he finds it and tugs it down.  

It’s awkward for a moment as you lean up, doing your best to allow him access to unzip you fully, then tug at his tie and the buttons of his shirt.

“Fuck this.” he finally says, propping himself up to stand, then tug you up off the couch.

You stumble a little before he pulls you close, his mouth already on yours as he slides your dress off of you, allowing it to drop to the floor.

You return to plucking at the buttons of his shirt as he walks you both backwards, your dress left behind in a heap as his hands slip down to your ass to squeeze your cheeks greedily.

“Rip it off-” he demands between kisses, one hand sliding up your spine to pluck at the clasp of your bra.

You comply immediately, yanking at his shirt without a second thought, a satisfying tearing sound quickly drowned out by both of your gasping breaths.  

You waste no time in running your fingers along his lean torso, his skin raising against your palms as you slip them down his stomach.  

He inhales in a sharp hiss as you boldly drop your hand to grope his erection through his pants.  

“Off-” he groans, doing his best to guide you back to the large bed behind him without bowling you both over.  

You nod as you feel your bra finally loosen, shrugging out of it quickly before tearing at his belt, then the button and zipper of his pants.  

The back of his knees hit the bed and you use the momentum to push him onto it, grabbing at the pants and yanking them off.  

As you throw them onto the floor, you pause to admire the ridiculously gorgeous man before you, clad in only a pair of boxers that are tented by his quite obvious arousal.  

Am I really doing this? Fuck yes I’m doing this, you think wildly as he reaches for you.

“Come here,” he pants, grabbing you behind your thighs to pull you onto the bed with him.

You can’t help but let out a strangled laugh as you tumble onto him, tits smacking him right in the face as you land on top of him.  

Before you can even voice an apology, he’s latching onto your nipple as he scoots you both up the bed.  

Your legs entwine with his as you grip his hair, his stiff cock grinding into your inner thigh as he rolls you onto your back.

A cry escapes you as he sucks harshly, drawing back to look at the raised bud before he uses the tip of his tongue to circle slowly as he looks up at you.

A rush of warmth floods your thighs as you feel his body press into you and you gasp as his dick slips from the opening of his boxers to connect with your naked flesh.  

“Fuck, fuck-” he chokes out as you push them down, looking between you as he wiggles free off them.

He sits back on his heels, yanking your panties down your hips, and you raise your legs to help him remove them.  

“These are mine now.” he says, bunching them up in his hand before bringing them to his nose to inhale deeply.

The reaction to this has your entire body flushing with heat and a strangled whimper rips from your throat before he’s pushing your legs open to settle between them.  

He reaches over to place your panties on his bedside table before returning to hover over you.  

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispers as you clutch at his shoulders, looking down between you as he rocks his hips to rub the underside of his cock along your damp slit.  

You arch your back at the contact, moaning desperately as the head rubs against your clit over and over.

“Hoseok-wait-protection-” you gasp out, placing your open palm on his chest before you can lose yourself completely. 

“Fuck, right, yeah-” he blinks, eyes wide as his breathes heavily, then he’s yanking open the drawer in the sidetable to dig through until he finds a familiar foil packet.

You relax slightly at this, one less worry as he rips it open with his teeth and then pulls out the condom.  

“Here-” you offer, taking it from him eagerly in order to put it on as he props himself above you.

You admire how pretty his curved cock is as you roll it down him, looking back up at him as you wrap your fingers around him to stroke him slowly.

His eyes close at the motion, thrusting into your hand before he’s dropping down onto you and his tongue is in your mouth once more.  

“Tell me you want me,” he moans against your lips, his voice shaking with need as the tip dips between nudging your clit and teasing at your aching hole.  

“Please, Hoseok,” you moan out, wiggling beneath him to urge him to finally give in to you, “Fuck, please, I want you so fucking badly, it hurts-”

“Yeah?” he whispers, using his thighs to push your legs further open, “Say it again, say my name, beg me-”

“Hoseok, please, oh god, please…fuck…I want-I need-!” you cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders as you writhe beneath him.

His breath catches at your pleas and he pushes forward slowly at first, but as you let out a long, drawn out moan he drives himself deep within you.

You clench around him and he brushes his lips against the shell of your ear, his heavy breathing just heightening the pleasure as he pulls back just to thrust back into you.  

“Baby, you feel so fucking incredible,” he hums in your ear as you wrap your legs around his waist, tilting your hips as he sets a steady rhythm.

Your breath keeps catching with each thrust, and every single nerve ending in your body is on fire as he coaxes the most obscene noises from you.

“Hoseok-” you whine, a soft keening noise underlying every word you speak, “Harder-feels so good…please…fuck-!”

A pleased groan rumbles in his chest as he fists his hand in your hair, gently tipping your head back to press his lips against your throat.  

The wet, slapping sounds of your bodies meeting makes your cheeks flare with heat, but you could care less right now as he continues to ply you with breathy questions. 

“Right there, baby? Yeah?” he asks as you gasp, rolling his hips so his pelvis grinds against your clit, “You sound so fucking good with my cock deep inside of you-” 

A string of unintelligible curses leave your lips and you can feel him smile against your neck as he continues to repeat the motion over and over.

“That’s it, let me hear every filthy word while I fuck your pretty little pussy,” he croons in a raspy tone, pulling away to look at you.  

Strands of damp hair cling to his forehead as he gazes down upon you, his pupils entirely blown out as he drips sweat onto your tits.  

You’ve never seen anyone or anything so absolutely sinful, and your body arches off the bed as an orgasm rips through you unexpectedly.

“Oh my god, fuck, yes, yes, fuck, come for me-” Hoseok gasps as you clamp around him, gritting his teeth as he struggles to keep up the tempo.

The walls echo your coarse wails, voice breaking as you attempt to reclaim your airways.

He’s unrelenting, however, as he takes this cue to slip one of his hands under your ass to roll onto his back and settle you onto top of him.  

His hands grip your ass as you steady yourself, grasping onto his shoulders as he guides your hips against him.

You let out a shaky laugh as a range of emotions wash over you; surprise, self-consciousness, euphoria all twisted up together.

One of Hoseok’s hands leaves your ass to slip up your side and settle under the weight of your breast, his eyes shuttering as you begin to move on top of him.

“Look at you…so fucking beautiful,” he groans as he palms your breast, grazing his thumb over your nipple as it tightens in response.

His reaction spurs you on, discarding any lingering insecurity as you begin to ride him properly.

He throws his head back with a long moan as you bounce on his cock, and the overwhelming need to feel his tongue has you slipping two fingers into his mouth.

He doesn’t disappoint as he immediately sucks on them, his gaze locked onto you as he swirls his tongue around the pads of your fingers.  

You’ve only ever written something so bold in your fics, yet here you are, living out the most erotic moment of your life.

His fingers dig into your flesh, guiding your body against his as the tension in your core throbs and coils.  

“Talk to me, baby,” he insists as your fingers trace along his lower lip, nipping gently as he stares up at you.

“So hard…to think…” you manage, your body ablaze as he tweaks one nipple, then the other.

His dark eyes are gleaming with delight as each touch, each movement elicits the most pornographic noises you’ve ever made.  

“Is my cock making you lose your mind, baby?” 

Your body jerks as his hand slips down from your tits to where you’re joined, the tips of his fingers teasing over your overly sensitive clit.  

You nod furiously, gasping as he starts circling slowly, drawing out a prolonged wail as you clench in pulses around him.  

“You’re making me-a complete mess-” you gasp out as he continues to add pressure with his fingers. 

“Make a fucking mess, baby, I can feel you soaking my thighs, that’s it-” he encourages, watching you so intently that he leans up, his eyes glinting feverishly.

“Hoseok-god, I want to see you lose control…want to feel you come-hear you moan for me, cover me, all over me-” you babble, just letting whatever thought comes into your mind escape out of your mouth.

“All over you, baby? Is that what you want?” he breathes out, his voice shaking enough to let you know he’s getting close.

You’re right there with him, nodding as he sits up fully, grabbing your hips to urge you towards your building climax.  

“Come for me, baby, and I’ll give you everything you want, come on, that’s it-” he hums, brushing your lips with his as he bounces you in his lap.

Your entire body shudders as he bites your bottom lip, groaning loudly as you cling to him and everything within you crumbles.

His name falls from your lips over and over, breaking off in hoarse cries as you tremble in his arms.  

His groans build in volume, breathing coming quicker as he holds back enough to let you completely finish before he’s tipping you backwards, pulling out and yanking off the condom as he positions himself on his knees between your legs.

“Come, come, come-!” you demand, aftershocks still causing your body to shake as he wraps his hand around his cock and jerks himself into completion all over your stomach and breasts.

You grip the bed above you, trying to catch your breath as sticky ropes of cum spurt from him, reveling in the obscene sight this must make.  

His body shudders and twitches as he slows his movements, his fingers slowly milking every last drop onto your naked skin before he collapses on top of you. 

Your fingers immediately tangle into his hair, your chest heaving along with his as you both attempt to recover.

Your combined panting finally slows enough to let silence fill the room, your eyes fluttering closed as he nuzzles his face into your neck.

Peace washes over you, and you barely register the passage of time until you feel Hoseok pull away gently, not even opening your eyes as you pout at the loss.

“I’ll be right back,” he whispers softly before he slips away, and you hear the rush of water from the other room.

Must be cleaning himself up…you think idly, but you’re shaken from the thought as a warm cloth drifts over your skin a few moments later.

You open your eyes slightly to peek at him and your heart leaps into your throat at the sight; he’s seated on the edge of the bed, gently cleaning you up and giving you a warm smile.  

“Shh, relax,” he murmurs, shaking his head as you attempt to cover yourself with your arms.  

You shiver at how sweet he’s being, at how his eyes linger on each part of your naked body as he takes his time with the cloth.  

“Don’t tell me you’re going to be shy now…” he teases as you cover your face with your hands to hide your blush.  

You feel him get off the bed, following his movements around the room through your fingers as he wanders back into the bathroom, then sets about picking up your discarded clothing.

Sighing inwardly as he slips his boxers back on, you feel your heart flutter as he picks up your dress delicately and drapes it over the back of one of the chairs.

This is my cue, I suppose…you think, sitting up to toss your legs over the side of the bed.

As you stand and look around for your bra, his voice draws your attention.

“What are you doing?” he asks, tilting his head at you as he smooths his hand over the fabric of your dress.  

“Um…finding my…clothing?” The statement comes out as a question, confused as to why he is asking.

You turn to spot the panties on the nightstand, but as you reach for him, he closes the distance between you and grabs your wrist lightly before you can retrieve them.

“I told you..” he hums, bringing your knuckles to his lips, “Those are mine now.”

Your breath hitches as his lips brush over your skin, and his lashes flutter as he slips an arm around you.

Swallowing heavily, you try to refocus your mind on reason but this man has already got your emotions scattering as he pulls you close.

“I..I figured that was my hint to leave…” you whisper, glancing at the dress, then back to him.

His face is unreadable as he studies you quietly for a moment, his eyes darting back and forth as he looks into yours.

“I won’t stop you if you do, if that's what you want, but…” he trails off, the arm around you tightening slightly, almost…posessively. 

“But?” you echo quietly, longing for him to say the words you wish to hear.

He hesitates briefly, then leans in to nudge your nose with his.

“But…I’d really like it if you stayed with me.” he finally admits, and your stomach does a complete somersault in joy.

“Alright.”

“Alright?” he repeats, as if he needs to double check.

“Yes, I’d…really like that too.” 

His face lights up with that gorgeous smile for only a moment, then his lips are capturing yours in a searing kiss as he urges you back onto the bed.

“Perhaps I’ll keep you up all night…” he whispers seductively, removing his boxers once more before burying his face in your-

“Hey, are you even listening to me?” Wooyoung complains, snapping his fingers in front of your face. 

“Eh? What?” you ask, shaking yourself from the memories of that night, focusing on your friend.

It has been two days since your encounter and you still find yourself wandering around in a daze, idly staring off in remembrance.

What kind of school girl hell crush is this? you think for the nth time, shaking yourself from your fantasies.

“Did you even hear what I said? What’s got you so lost in thought, hmmm?” He prods, bumping your shoulder with his, “Or should I say…who?”

“Stop, you’re going to make me spill.” You chastise him, grabbing a napkin to wipe at the drip from your full coffee cup.

“You need to be spilling, cause something is definitely up with you.” Wooyoung’s eyes narrow at you, always the prying little pest.

But I adore him, you think with an exaggerated sigh.

“I'll tell you…. eventually…maybe…” you try to deflect, but he’s not having it.

“Who is he? Where did you meet? What’s his name? Do I know him?” 

The questions are fired at you like bullets and you wave at him as he leans in closer to interrogate you.

“None of your business, nosy.”

You push his face away, chuckling at the ridiculous pout he gives you.

Your phone chimes, signalling an incoming text message, and Woo immediately goes to grab for it.

“Hey!” You exclaim, snatching it up and holding it close to your chest before giving him a little smack on his arm.

“When do you even go out to-?” he starts up again after a long sip of his coffee.  

Before he can continue, you glance at the clock.

“Don’t you have an appointment?”

“Oh shit, yeah, sorry-gotta run. See ya, doll!” he says, taking a last sip, then planting a harsh kiss on your cheek before dashing to the entryway to toss on his shoes. 

“This conversation isn’t over!” he calls out as the door closes behind him.

You wait a moment longer, making sure he’s actually gone before letting out a weary sigh.

“Nosy ass.” you grumble, then you finally look at your phone in anticipation.

Hope turns to disappointment as you read the text from one of your novelists, talking about an appointment later this week.

“Ah well…” you hum, responding quickly before switching to the text exchange you really want to be having.

You’d intended to leave the next morning in order to not overstay your welcome; but when Hoseok had come sauntering out of the bathroom, freshly showered with damp hair hanging in his face and a simple white hotel towel slung around his lean waist ... .well….

You stand and walk to your apartment window, staring off as you replay the multiple ways his tongue invaded you, all the delicious ways he-

Shaking your head, you snap back to reality, fanning yourself from the recollection.  

You’d finally managed to leave around midday, after tiring yourselves out and a nice, comforting nap in his arms.  

He’d stayed true to his word and kept your panties, hiding them behind his back when you attempted to reclaim them.  

A goofy smile plays over your lips, unconsciously tapping them with your fingers as you think about his stolen kisses even as he teased you.

For some reason, you felt no shame walking out of there and hailing a cab home sans underwear.  

You’d exchanged numbers, and honestly you hadn’t expected much from him, given the circumstances of your tryst.

Yet you’d received a text from him not even two hours after leaving him.

You can’t help but reread the little bits of conversation you’ve had since then, chewing your thumbnail as you scroll through.

“Did you get in safely?”

“I can still smell you on my fingers…” 

You let out a small giggle, turning only to stumble over a chair that you swear wasn’t there a moment ago.

You wander to your desk, sitting and rubbing your knee as you read the last exchange from yesterday.  

“So, when can I see you again?” He’d texted that morning.

“When would you like to?” You’d answered.

“Right now, if I could…but unfortunately I have obligations that I can’t get out of.”

“Then why don’t you message me when you have time, I’m not going anywhere.” You’d responded, heart soaring that he was even considering seeing you again.

“The moment I have free time, I’d like to take you on a proper date…if that’s something 

you’d be interested in?”  

You stare at the question as a smile plays over your lips, resisting the urge to kick your feet like a teenager, but it’s tough not to.

“Rushing into things, aren’t you?” you’d teased and he hadn’t disappointed with his response.

“That’s not what you were saying the other night when I had that sexy mouth screaming my name.”

You toss your phone, ears burning as you clear your throat, looking around as if you’re not the only person sitting around in your pajamas in your own apartment.

“Work! I have to work….” you scold yourself, unable to chase away the silly grin as you try to concentrate on getting your tasks sorted.

A week passes before you are able to solidify a time to meet up with him.

It’s the way he asks that has you tearing apart your wardrobe frantically.

“I need to see you, or I’m going lose my mind.”

Unfortunately, he only has an hour to spare for lunch, but you’re grateful for the opportunity to see him once more.

It had taken an ungodly amount of time to find the right thing to wear, and you lament the cleaning you’re going to have to do once you return home.

It looks like your closet has a bomb go off inside of it as you rush out to meet him.

The way he smiles at you as you spot him in the small cafe chases away any negative thoughts as you rush over to join him.

It’s a simple lunch, and before you can do so much as move beyond simple small talk, his phone alarm is going off.

“I promise I’ll make more time for you, gorgeous.” He whispers as he places a kiss on your cheek, his fingers skimming along yours as he parts from you.

The door chimes as he makes his exit and you’re left with your heart pitter pattering at seeing him in the flesh again.

I’ve got it so bad.

You take the time to grab some things, taking the opportunity while you’re already out so you don’t have to go out again unnecessarily.

As you’re unlocking your door, your phone chimes.

“It took everything to not just say fuck it and spend the day with you.  Soon, baby.” 

You spend the rest of the day with a stupid grin on your face and once more you’re delighted that you live alone so no one can see how foolish you look.

Your friends have definitely started to notice.

Wooyoung makes sense, yet apparently even some of the others have picked up on the change in you.

Hoseok has kept up a constant stream of contact, with some of the late night calls taking a racy turn.

You’re not quite sure what it is this relationship is, but you have zero concern that you’re attracted to one another.

He wasn’t lying when he’d mentioned how busy his job kept him the first night you’d met.  

He is constantly on his way to or from somewhere or other, sometimes even out of town or even the country.  

Yet, he always makes it a point to send you sweet messages, asking about your day, telling you how much he longs to see you again.

Despite the slow, staggered way this was developing, the constant reminders that he was out there, thinking of you has become the highlight of every day.

No longer can you refuse to admit how much you look forward to his daily texts or calls.  

How you stare at your screen, pining for his messages.  

That you’ve even made a special tone just for him in your phone.

Far, far too gone on a man you’ve barely spent any time with outside of the bedroom.

You’ve managed to get little pockets of time together, brief coffee meet ups or small windows of time where he’s passing nearby and you can pop out to see him for a moment.

He’s even come by just to plant a kiss on your lips, only to run off moments later.

Even after two months, you’ve only been able to see one another a handful of times.

The one time you’d gotten longer than an hour or two, he’d insisted that he wanted to take you out and the intention was there.

Yet, when he showed up at your place, you’d both been stripping each other within minutes of his arrival. 

You still can’t look at your table without being reminded of how he’d had you bent over it, plowing into you as his fingers worked magic over your entire body.  

He’d stayed over, but unfortunately, he’d been out the door before the sun had even peeked past the horizon, with promises to message you later and a steamy goodbye kiss.

Only a few visits here and there, yet all over your place were memories of him.

His lips, his raspy voice whispering your name, his agile fingers…

It had taken a half a week for you to finally clean the window where he’d had your body pressed, tits squished firmly and handprints marking yet another place he’d ravaged you.

Unfortunately, you’d had to wash the small blanket you keep on the couch…between his tongue driving you to the point of overstimulation and his own contributions from your efforts…

The man really did love making a complete mess of you…and all over you.

He was insatiable, and you spare a thought for your poor neighbors after the noises that he’d had coming out of your mouth.

Two months and you still aren’t sure what the hell your relationship is.

Each time you’ve thought to ask, you’ve chickened out; the last thing you wanted was to come across as needy and selfish.

At least he’d mentioned that he should be getting a lot more time soon; apparently they were having some issues at his magazine and he’d been putting in extra time to help them out.

Though, you haven’t pried into what kind of work it is, and if it’s related to writing or something else.

That he took the small bits of time he has to seek you out speaks worlds about where this seems to be heading.

“Missing you…I think I left my necklace at your place last time…will you check for me?”

You’d rushed immediately into your room, and sure enough, the gleam of a thin silver chain was looking right back at you from your nightstand.  

You’d admired it plenty of times when he was wearing it, especially the sweet little silver music note dangling from it.

“It’s here, did you need me to bring it to you? Or did you want to stop by for it?”

“Hold onto it for me? I’ll get it next time I see you…”

As you were typing out a response, he’d sent another that had you all but falling from your chair.

“On second thought, why don’t you put it on…then when I see you again, I’ll rip everything from your delicious body except that.  Fuck, baby…just the thought of you wearing only a piece of me has me rock hard.”

You wish you could have been a fly on the wall when he’d received the pic of you lying in bed, sheets draped covertly over just enough to not be straight up porn, clad in only his necklace.

“You mean this necklace?”

His response was almost instant.

“You’re killing me…yes, just like that.  Fuck, I miss you.  Everything about you.”

The playfulness was immediately replaced by a soft, warm feeling at his words, and you found yourself longing to just breathe in his scent again, sooner than later.

You had gently skimmed the charm on the necklace as it lay on your skin, missing him just as much, if not more.

Unfortunately, you hadn’t seen him since that heated little conversation. 

The time between texts had become longer, the messages shorter; mostly just updates about being busy and checking in to see how you were.

That’s why when he hadn’t responded after your last exchange via text, informing you about going out of town yet again, you hadn’t thought much of it.

It was only one morning, feeling more agitated than normal that you realized it had been four days with your last “good morning” message left on unread.

He’s just busy, you admonish yourself, don’t be greedy.  

Yet, when another three days pass with nothing but silence, you can feel the creeping doubts bleeding into everything you’re doing.

You’ve only sent one more text asking if everything is alright, but there was no response to that either.

Did something happen to him? 

How would I even know?

Before you can even think about it you’re pulling up google, only stopping yourself as you realize that you’re about to start stalking the man.

Stop it, don’t be that kind of woman.

It’s only in an exchange while you’re out at a club that you finally build up the courage to ask after him in a roundabout way.

“You guys know alot of people in the fashion world right?” You drop into a random conversation,  “You’d hear about things if something happened to someone, right? Like, some kind of …incident?”

Murmurs of agreement meet you in reply, and you nod, drawing a look from Wooyoung.

“Absolutely, nothing is quiet for long in this industry,” Jimin says offhandedly, and you have to accept that it was highly unlikely that he was in any kind of trouble.

Relief washes over you at that thought, but another, darker feeling was starting to grow in the pit of your stomach.

It’s fine.

“What’s up?” Jungkook asks from beside you, setting down his drink, “Worried about something?”

You wave your hand at your friends, especially the suspicious glances from Wooyoung.  

“No, just curious how chatty that world is.” You fake a laugh, raising your drink to your lips to cover your horrible acting.  

“Don’t worry, Wooyoung is quite the gossip, if something is going on, we’d all know.” Tae offers, drawing out a round of laughter.

He’s right, while you’ve not uttered a word about any connection to Hoseok, you’ve heard his name from these guys a few times in passing regarding their work.

Each time, you’ve gotten that little thrill of knowing that you have this secret between just the two of you, yet now there’s this smoldering ember of doubt to go along with that excitement.

Why hasn’t he responded then?

You slap on a neutral face and do your best to enjoy the outing, clinking glasses with Jungkook and Jimin before joining in the fun.

Yet the gnawing feeling that if nothing is wrong…

Then why haven’t you heard from him?

“Stop lying to me.”

You groan, not wanting to look at the man pestering you right at this moment.

“The others have noticed as well, you know.  You’re not a very good liar.”

“Wooyoung, nothing is-” 

His sudden stomping has you glancing away from your computer screen, jumping as the man in question slams his hands on the desk beside you as he leans over to glare at you.

It’s a rare sight to see Wooyoung actually upset, yet here he was, those dark eyes blazing with worry and exasperation.

“Stop. Lying. To. Me.” He bites off each word, jaw clenched tightly.  

You’ve been fighting off the nagging feeling that Hoseok has just lost interest in the days following your outing.

Wooyoung’s sudden outburst has you finally acknowledging that maybe…just maybe…that horrible fear could be a reality.

Opening your mouth with the intent to allay his concern, a sob escapes your throat instead of words.

You clamp your hand over your mouth, cursing your emotions as your eyes begin to sting.

“Oh, doll…” Wooyoung immediately sinks to his knees, turning your chair towards him as you fight against the floodgates.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you, I’m just worried.” He soothes, cupping your face as he uses his thumbs to wipe away the villainous tears that start to leak from your eyes.  

He gathers you up in his arms, rubbing your back as you finally break down, clenching a handful of his shirt as you finally let go.

“Something is going on, isn’t it?” he whispers softly, and you can only nod against his shoulder.

He lets out a sigh, humming gently as he continues to comfort you.

“I know getting details is like prying teeth from you, but…I need to know….are you pregnant?”

You hiccup, shaking your head immediately, bleating out a sad little, “no.” 

“Good, good…that’s good…you’re not…sick or anything?” 

You manage another shake of your head.

He breathes out a sigh of relief, letting the sounds of you weeping fill the void for a moment before he continues.

“What’s this asshole's name?” He finally inquires.

“He’s-not-an-asshole-” you choke out.

“There it is. I knew it.” he hums, sighing wearily.

You slap at him weakly, trying to pull away but he just holds you close, shushing you as he pets your hair.

“Well, that’s subjective, doll.  He’s making you cry, so he’s an asshole in my book.”

You babble something incoherent to try to disagree, but he merely tuts at you.  

“For someone who writes novels, you’re not convincing me with your words, doll.  Look, you’re ruining my shirt with your snot, and you sound like a drunk turkey.”  

You hit him again, this time a little harder but you can’t help but snort at the ridiculous insult between your pitiful blubbering.

“Idiot. Jerk.” you grumble, calming down a bit and he finally loosens his hold, drawing back slightly to look closely at you.

“Don’t, I’m all icky.” You complain, turning your head and grabbing for your box of tissues.

“Yeah you are; nasty.” he teases and you just toss him a steely glance as you wipe at your nose.

“Hate you,” you grump, trying to clean yourself up.

“You love me, don’t lie. I told you, you’re bad at it.”  He said, rising to his feet to cross his arms at you.

“Whatever.” You huff, then look up at him in apprehension, “I’m not talking about it.”  

He purses his lips at you, chewing the inside of his cheek as he studies you.

“Fine…I’ll drop it for now, but if you need to, talk to one of us, alright? That’s all I’m asking.  I don’t like seeing you tearing yourself apart for some guy. I don’t know your reasons for keeping him a secret from us, but -” he stops, eyes narrowing.

“He’s not married, is he?”

“Wooyoung!” You grab the box of tissues and throw them at him, but he just dodges it easily, “You really think that I could-that I would-?!” 

You can’t help but sputter unintelligibly, offended.

“No, not you but…whatever, fine, I just can’t help but care, alright?”

You let out a long sigh, rubbing a hand over your eyes. 

“It’s not even something bad, I just haven’t been sleeping and I’m trying to meet deadlines..” you gesture to the computer, “I’m sure that’s just making me overly emotional. I’m alright.”

He stays silent, considering your argument as his phone dings with a message.  

“Get lost, I have work to do,” you wave him off, turning back to your computer.

His answering grunt lets you know that he’s checking his phone and you try to refocus as he grumbles about always having something to deal with.

“I’ll be checking on you, or I’ll send someone-” he threatens as he makes his way out.

“Yeah yeah….and hey…Wooyoung?” you call out before he can close the door behind him.

“Hm?” he turns to look at you, pausing in the doorway.

“Thank you.” You give him a grateful smile, and then he’s grinning, bouncing out down the hall as the door closes.

Now if you could convince yourself that you are completely fine, you can hopefully get some of your projects ticked off your list.

You barely notice how often your eyes drift to look at your phone, clinging to that last vestige of hope that it’ll light up with a much anticipated text.

Perhaps it’s because you’re so used to creating imaginary worlds, shaping fiction out of nothing but your fantasies.

Regardless of what keeps you holding on, there’s that small, almost invisible thread you cling to.

He’s come to some kind of harm, he’s in a coma and any day he will wake up; his first call will be you, and-

No, no, he’s stranded on some desert island, having gone out to sea for some unknown reason but he’s been cut off from-

What if he’s hit his head in some foreign land, and he has amnesia-

Aliens abducted-

If you can think of it, your irrational thoughts grasp onto it eagerly, and by the time you’ve spun up some insane story, you’ve kept that little glimmer of hope alive.

Ridiculous, but it's getting you past it.

Right?

Right?

You’ve gone so long without hearing from him, you find yourself not rushing to your phone each time it has a message or call; your life has returned to the routine you had prior to that fateful night.

Yet….

Yet.

There will be those moments, those tiny little glimpses of memories that spiral you right back into that headspace.

Your fingers graze the silver chain hiding beneath your hoodie, the one keepsake you have to remind you it was all real.

At least while it lasted.

Maybe he will come back for it, at the very least?

Your phone dings and you push away from your desk, glancing at the clock to see that it’s well past midday.

Your stomach rumbles and you pat it as you check your messages.

“Hey, our friend is singing tonight at a show, you should come with us and check it out.  If you’re done being a grump ass!”

You just cluck your tongue at Wooyoung’s text, sighing as you open the fridge and are greeted with empty shelves.

Shit, shopping…yeah I should do that.

You glance at your outfit and momentarily think about changing, but you just shrug.

Who cares if you’re wearing baggy jogging pants and a hoodie? 

It’s not like you’re trying to impress anyone.

Not anymore, your mind tosses at you but you tamp down the errant thought.

You reply to Wooyoung, asking for a rain check as you slip on your shoes and make your way to the local grocery.

A little bit of back and forth with him, then getting prodded in your group chat has you laughing at the guys as you grab a few items to get you through the next few days.

Your eyes are locked on the phone, only glancing up to make sure you’re not going to run into anything as you follow the conversation.

“Next time, he’s got a few shows coming up.  He’s good looking too!” Taehyung adds to the discussion.

“Don’t say that in front of him, we’ll never hear the end of it.” Jungkook retorts.

“As bad as Wooyoung?” You are typing out as you hear the sound of a car horn, drawing your attention away from your phone for a moment.

The amused smile freezes on your face as you look up, unable to miss the familiar face staring back at you.

You just stand in shock, people crossing the street all around you as you cling to the bag in your arms.

There he is, those gorgeous cheekbones, that honey skin, that brilliant smile.

You can only gawk in misery at the truth laid out before you.

Your heart trembles in anguish as the last thread that was clinging on for dear life finally loses its hold.

Of all the places you thought you’d see him again, of all the scenarios…

Seeing his picture plastered on an advertisement for a designer brand wasn’t in your rolodex of possibilities.

The massive ad seems to grow larger, as if it’s going to suffocate you.

You’re jostled back to your senses as people grumble at you, questioning randomly why you’re in their way and you grip your bag tightly as you duck your head and rush back home.

By the time you’re slamming your apartment door, as if you can flee from the internal distress twisting your guts.

You mindlessly shuffle into the kitchen, staring off blankly as you think about how amazing he looked, how absolutely fucking breathtaking.

Your hand drifts up to tug at the neck of your hoodie.

Your stomach lurches, and you rush into the bathroom, leaning over the sink as you fight back the urge to get sick.

I should be happy that he’s fine.

Good for him, right?

It’s just a fucking picture.

It’s not like we were ever anything.

Right?

We never actually dated.

I was just a fling.

Then why-?

You glance up at the mirror, wincing at your reflection staring back at you.

The unkempt mess you present contrasts so drastically to that polished, stunning man that you can’t help but let out a bitter laugh.

“You’re a fool.” 

It’s absurd.

Of course, you knew from the beginning that you’d slept with a stranger.

What did you expect?

It’s not like he told me anything untrue.

He didn’t lie, right?

He said he missed me.

So?

Maybe he missed the sex.

Did I really think he was going to date me?

But he made time for me…

Did he? 

Was he really that busy?

I’m so naive.

You let out an exhausted sigh, collecting your thoughts before finally running the water and splashing your face with the cold liquid.

Your brain just keeps going in circles as you dry your face and hands, arguing against that stupid little voice that keeps trying to make excuses.

You don’t even bother putting away the groceries, finding yourself burrowing into your bed as if you can hide from your shame.

As you close your eyes to the world, you tug once more on the neck of your hoodie.

You freeze as you realize that it’s not the hoodie you’re touching.

It was his fucking necklace encircling your throat.

Clawing at it furiously, you sit up and finally manage to unclasp it, flinging it away from you as if it’s on fire.  

With a pathetic whimper, you retreat back under your covers as if that’s some kind of remedy.

Don’t care right now.

You’d somehow twisted up a simple physical affair into some kind of romantic fantasy in your mind.

Did you really think this was some love story?

Guilt at your misunderstanding wars with resentment towards him, but you know that’s not fair.

Still….

How stupid I am.

He’s just fine.

He’s just perfectly fucking fine.

And I’m a complete mess.

[kelliealtogether]

So I can't get enough of the fanart of Adam with a beard that @try-set-me-on-fire has been blessing us with, and I wrote a little something inspired by this art of theirs because we love a beardy, unkempt, mysterious Adam Parrish.

Adam Parrish never anticipated growing a beard would itch.

Before averting the end of the world, he always shaved before his facial hair made it past the stage of stubble. Unlike Gansey, Adam had the capacity to grow something other than a scraggly tuft on his chin, but — as evidenced by Ronan when he lowered himself to show up for classes prior to dropping out — scruff took the dignity of the Aglionby uniform down a peg. Dignity being an aspect of the school uniform he needed most, Adam lathered up every morning with dollar store shaving cream and used a dollar store razor to clear his jaw, cheeks, upper lip, and chin of the faint blond fuzz that appeared overnight. It was the last step of the perfunctory routine he’d crafted to get ready with minimal effort and time, a step that often left his face dotted with bloody bits of toilet paper, the quantity driven by how much sleep he’d stolen the night before.

That routine followed him to Harvard, moving from his tiny, antiquated bathroom in his apartment above St. Agnes to a shared dormitory bathroom, where it stuck around until Adam returned to campus after a two week leave of absence because reacclimating his soul with his body was a lot more difficult than he initially planned. 

Not to mention with Ronan back from the sweetmetal sea, and with every ley line everywhere awake, Adam wasn't exactly rushing to return to classes.

But when he did, the Adam Parrish who returned to Harvard wasn't the same Adam Parrish who had left campus one evening to scry and find his boyfriend. The Adam Parrish who returned to Cambridge for his final semester in the Ivy League aligned closer with the Adam Parrish he'd been the past summer at the Barns. An Adam Parrish who didn't have to perform, not because it didn't matter, and not because he didn't care, but because he didn't want to. He didn't have to. The past few weeks had given him some perspective on what really mattered, on the fragility of not just his own body and mind, but the whole world, and as soon as he admitted that he didn't want to stay at Harvard and that he didn't want to keep acting like a cut-rate Gansey, he reached a level he'd learned about in his first semester psychology class but never personally experienced. 

The morning he returned to campus, Adam put the picture-perfect student who looked like he belonged on brick-paved walkways and around stacks of leatherbound library books on a shelf behind his closet door. He donned flannel instead of tweed. Jeans instead of slacks. He shoved his feet in old, scuffed sneakers instead of pristinely polished secondhand brogues, and he wore an old oversized Harvard sweatshirt Blue had found him in a thrift store after he’d gotten his acceptance letter instead of plain, drab sweaters Adam bought because he thought they looked academic. 

In the end, he returned to wearing all the clothes he’d initially left behind at the Barns when he’d driven away in August because they didn’t match who he’d wanted to become at Harvard. 

He’d really been such a fool not all that long ago. 

Without cuffed sleeves and cuffed hems, he became almost unrecognizable. Unimpressive. Unremarkable. The dorm proctor stopped him and asked him who had signed him in as a guest before realizing she was talking to Adam. Professors did a double take when he stopped by during office hours to turn in make-up assignments. Classmates who always asked him to study with them hardly looked his way. Just a change in wardrobe alone — from classic to comfort — stripped away so much of the false front he’d put up for months, enough that the Crying Club didn't notice him waiting for them when he asked them to meet him in Thayer's basement so he could provide an explanation and attempt an apology.

Then Adam’s already-perfunctory morning routine became impossibly more perfunctory when, first, he ran out of the styling paste he used to wrangle his self-cut hair into something presentable, and then — a few days later — ran out of shaving cream. 

Unless he looked closely at himself in the mirror — steam swiped away to make a lopsided circle large enough for his shower-pinked face — Adam couldn’t tell he hadn’t shaven. In the thin, sickly gray of the bathroom, he had to tilt his head one way and lift his chin before the coarse, fair hair on his jaw caught a little bit of light. Straight on, he looked the same as he always had: feather boned, gaunt cheeked, thin lipped, wary eyed. 

Except those wary eyes had recently lost their dark circles. 

That first morning, Adam told himself he’d stop by a drugstore and pick up more shaving cream, but he didn’t. And he didn’t the next day. And he didn’t the next day either. By the fourth morning, he finally began looking slightly scruffy. Or maybe slightly rugged. Nothing like Ronan — who grew a five o’clock shadow by noon — but when Adam ran his hand across his jaw, rough hairs scraped his palm, and he didn’t have to move his head a certain way to see the stubble on his face. A distinct coating of fair hair covered most of the bottom half of his face, a subtle shadow Adam didn’t totally hate, and if he left it alone, he’d save himself five to ten minutes every morning. 

So he left it alone. 

But then it started itching. 

“The fuck is that sound?” Ronan asked during one of their nightly phone calls. 

While Adam sat on his bed in his Harvard dorm, Ronan sat in a hotel room somewhere in the Great Smoky Mountains, priming to track down a dreamer he’d been encountering in dreamspace the past few days. In an effort to help, Adam had flipped some tarot cards onto his comforter, and while figuring out their meaning, he’d started absently scratching his jaw right by where he held his phone to his right ear. 

“What?” Adam replied, hearing Ronan’s question but not picking up its meaning, too absorbed in figuring out how Temperance fit into any kind of reading involving Ronan. 

“That sound,” Ronan said. “It’s like I’m in a damn cabin in the woods and the monster of the week’s trying to get through the door.” 

Adam furrowed his eyebrows, still focused on the wispy figure pouring smoke-like water from one cup into another. “The monster of the…” Slowly, Ronan’s words sank in and Adam stilled his fingertips on his face before dropping his hand into his lap. “Oh.” 

“Oh?”

“I was scratching my face.” 

“Why? Do they have fleas at Harvard? Bed bugs? Magical mosquitos?” 

“No,” Adam said flatly. “I ran out of shaving cream and haven’t shaved in a few days and my — beard? I guess it’s a beard. My beard itches.” 

Silence stretched across the phone line for so long Adam checked to make sure the call hadn’t disconnected because Ronan’s phone died, but the time still ticked upward on the screen of his phone. He’d simply rendered Ronan speechless for a few moments because he hadn’t picked up a razor in a week. 

“You have a beard,” Ronan said when he finally got his wits back about him. 

“It’s not really a—” 

“Don’t tell me it’s like that little soul patch thing Dick tries to grow everytime he has ideas about being manly.” 

Laughing dryly, Adam gave up on interpreting Temperance and laid back on his bed, rubbing his hand over his cheek to ease the itch instead of scratching as he replied, “It’s not like that. But it’s not a beard beard. I said it’s only been a few days.” 

“Send me a picture.” 

“I’m not sending a picture.” 

“Because it’s coming in uneven. I bet you look mangy.” 

“I do not look mangy.” 

“I bet you do. That’s why you won’t send me a picture.” 

“I do not look mangy,” Adam repeated. “Jesus, Ronan. If I send you one, will you quit saying that?” 

“I make no promises, Parrish.” 

A half hour later, after they finished their call, Adam did take a photo of himself. Mostly because when he sent a rare selfie to Ronan, Ronan sent one back, even if it was only one side of his face or a close up of an eye. And because it was for Ronan, Adam put a little effort into the photo, shifting his head on his navy pillowcase until he found a good angle and smiled a little when he hit the shutter button. He looked at the photo briefly before he sent it to Ronan, and it surprised him that his facial hair wasn’t growing unevenly at all. One spot near his left ear was a little thinner than everywhere else, but his facial hair was an otherwise perfectly even layer half a shade lighter than the hair on his head.

Yet this did not stop Ronan from sending Adam a picture of a mangy dog instead of a selfie, followed by a single-worded message moments later. 

Shave. 

Usually, Adam left contrariness to Ronan, who had perfected the art of antagonism a long, long time ago. But something about the single-word reply irked Adam. It came across as a directive, an order, even though Ronan would never mean it that way, and it tightened Adam’s jaw, making it ache as well as itch. He closed out of the message and willfully ignored it the rest of the night and into the following morning, when he found himself in Walgreens to pick up a new tube of toothpaste. 

On his way through the store to the register, Adam didn’t avoid the shaving aisle and instead paused in front of the cans of shaving cream for a long minute. He stared down the red, white, and blue cans of Barbasol, and leered at the far fancier cream-and-navy Aveeno Therapeutic Shave Gel. 

Shave. 

It seemed like only yesterday they’d made up in the sweetmetal sea, where the two of them had intertwined and recounted their rights and wrongs, made their admissions and their apologies. And Adam wasn’t mad at Ronan. A year or two ago, he would have been, and receiving a photo of a scabby, patchy-haired dog would have sent them straight into a fight. Now, Adam well understood it was Ronan being Ronan, which meant he was being a dick despite the fact he loved Adam. So Adam wasn’t mad, but he was a little peeved. 

Just peeved enough to be petty. 

He turned away from the myriad shaving creams and shaving balms and aftershaves and headed to the front of the store to buy his single tube of toothpaste. Then he walked back to campus, let himself into his dorm, and — wastefully — threw away the last of his razors. 

The next few weeks, neither of them brought up the beard thing. Once, Ronan asked if Adam got shaving cream and Adam indirectly answered that he’d gone to the drugstore. However Ronan interpreted that was up to him, but he didn’t ask about it again, leaving Adam to assume he’d interpreted the response as a positive toward Team Shave. They exchanged photos but no selfies, simply snapshots of tangled roots obstructing a ley line or reawakened Rockefeller beetles crossing Harvard Square in a tidy single-file. And when they talked, Adam did everything he could to keep his hands away from his face, even going so far as sitting on his hands after putting Ronan on speaker. 

Finally, in the fourth week of not shaving, the itching waned, and when Adam looked in the mirror, the hair on his face had definitively turned into a beard. Thick, blond hair covered his jawline and chin and it crept toward his cheeks and down his neck. A full mustache crossed his upper lip, and the space between his bottom lip and chin had filled in almost completely without bare spots beneath the corners of his lips he’d seen on other men. All together, it served to make him look far older than nineteen. Wiser. A little mysterious. Rough and rugged and a little unkempt — something he’d never been before — like he’d been put through the wringer. 

In a lot of ways, he had. 

And the worst — but probably easiest and most bearable — wringer was yet to come, because as spring break loomed ever closer, Ronan reminded Adam of the plans they’d made long before Adam had returned to Cambridge. “You’re still coming to the Barns, right?” 

“Yeah,” Adam told him. It wouldn’t be like last summer, when the Lynch family farm had been paradise for Adam and Ronan. Mór Ó Corra and the New Fenian would probably be there if Ronan didn’t force them out of the place for a few days — for entirely selfish reasons, Adam hoped he would — but Adam would never turn down the chance to go back to the Barns. To go home, though that location constantly changed depending on where Ronan was any given day. “My last midterm is Thursday and I’ll ride down Friday.”

“You’re taking the bike instead of the shitbox? Are you gonna return the favor?” 

“I’m planning on it.” 

Adam could hear the devil of Ronan’s smirk when he said, “Good.” 

Midterms raced by despite long nights, long papers, and long exams, and Adam cleanly survived them. He even thought about leaving for the Barns on Thursday night until he remembered his journey back from Virginia on his dreamt motorcycle. Exhaustion on that ride had done him no favors despite having a lot to think about, and he’d rather get to the Barns in one piece than be scraped off the road somewhere in New Jersey. Catching up on sleep could wait until the Barns though, and Friday he woke with the sun so his wheels hit the road before rush hour, his new facial hair adding some padding and warmth beneath his helmet that hadn’t been there before. 

Nine hours later, when he turned up the Barns’ rutted driveway, Adam knew he’d find Ronan waiting for him on the farmhouse’s front porch. Probably leaning against the same pillar he’d leaned against the night of his birthday when Adam joined him outside and they’d kissed for the second time. Thoughts of that night, of getting his hands on Ronan again, of kissing him again carried Adam down the driveway, and when the woods opened up into the rolling fields of the farm, the first thing Adam saw was Ronan, a dark silhouette against the whitewashed house, leaning against the exact same pillar. 

Only the BMW occupied the gravel parking area in front of the house — Mór Ó Corra and the New Fenian presumably made to temporarily flee — and as Adam nuzzled his motorcycle next to Ronan’s recovered car, Ronan started his slow descent from the porch. 

The reckoning came as Adam slowly unbuckled the strap beneath his chin and lifted his helmet from his head, and he hadn’t fully freed himself of it when the crunch of gravel beneath Ronan’s boots stopped and Ronan said, “You shitbag. You said you got shaving cream.” 

“I said,” Adam started, pulling his helmet all the way off and setting it on the motorcycle’s seat before he looked at Ronan, “that I went to Walgreens.” 

Ten feet away, Ronan stood with his arms crossed over the front of his black zip-up hoodie, his pale blue eyes narrowed to slits as he looked at Adam. He looked no more indignant than normal with his lips pressed together in a thin line and the fingers of both hands curled into the sleeves of his sweatshirt, but for a long minute, he just looked, and Adam looked back. He wanted to close that ten feet between them — badly — and throw his arms around Ronan, get him close again, but Adam had lobbed the ball over the net by not picking up a razor in six weeks. It was Ronan’s turn to volley. 

And volley Ronan did. 

Throwing his arms down at his sides, he stalked across the gravel left between them and instead of pulling Adam into a hug, he took hold of Adam’s cheeks. “What the fuck, Parrish?” he growled, thumbs beginning to brush over Adam’s beard, from his cheeks down to his jaw, over and over again. 

For the first time in his life, Adam understood why cats and dogs liked being pet. All the tension from nine hours on a bike melted from his muscles as Ronan’s thumbs skimmed across his beard, and Adam almost closed his eyes and sighed. He didn’t, because he wanted to watch Ronan as his gaze traveled over Adam’s face, assessing his sideburns and mustache and neck line. Finally, Adam replied, “I thought it’d be funny. You pissed me off. With shave.” 

“You asshole,” Ronan said, thumbs stopping but still holding onto Adam’s face. “I didn’t mean it.” 

“I know.” Adam had always known. Things weren’t like that between them, except for when Ronan wanted them to be. “Do you like it?” 

“Yeah,” Ronan replied, nodding as a slow smile crept across his lips. “Yeah, I think I do.” 

“It’s not mangy.” 

Ronan laughed loud enough it echoed off the farmhouse and startled Chainsaw — perched on the porch railing — into flight, and as she soared circles overhead, Adam and Ronan wrapped their arms around one another and pulled each other close. 

“No, it’s not mangy, Parrish,” Ronan said, and just before he put his lips to Adams, he added, “It’s a damn nice beard.” 

[bidisasterevankinard]

tease tidbit tuesday

I was tagged by @diazsdimples @midsummersmorn <3

more from Buck has fire powers:

“I had exasperated date on us? Maybe. But someone should have been smarter and it wouldn’t be a guy one step out of the closet, who couldn’t even say to a woman that he’s on a date,” Tommy crosses his hands over his chest.

Buck mirrors the posture, feeling how his blood starts boiling inside from the anger.

“Said the man who came out when he was thirty after he led woman on for two years, making her fall in love with him, before breaking her heart. And should I remind you that you came out to me with a kiss? How the fuck I can be sure you want actually be out to people?” Buck hums. “Eddie was hanging out with you for weeks and you never mentioned any male exes. Man was more surprised about you being gay than me being into men. But yeah sorry that I’m still not so easy to tell people that I’m bi when I own them nothing. Not that information, not that I’m on a date.”

“Do you hear yourself? You tell me you’re not ready to come out to people, yet you asked me to move in? How the fuck you see it can be possible?”

His blood boils more. He feels too hot, but his shirt is already not on him, so it’s not like he can do something. 

“Buck? Buck stop!”

Buck won’t stop. He needs Tommy to listen to him.

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me parece loquisimo también como a aang (12 años en la historia original) lo tachan de misógino en varios fanfics de cierto ship conocido de la serie al punto de hacerlo un ABUSADOR mientras a zuko lo ponen como el aliado mas aliado es ley wachita es ley cuando zuko viene de un pais imperial militarizado hasta los huevos con roles de género recontra duros (la madre obligada a casarse, azula enloqueciendo por ser perfecta asi siente que se gana el amor del padre pero también pasa que el poder que tiene es condicional por ser mujer) y aang es literal un pibe criado en una comuna donde la mitad de la organización es llevada por mujeres (2 templos hombres 2 templos mujeres etc) y encima son los mas abiertos ideologicamente (aang fue lesbiana en muchas vidas pasadas ahre joda pero tipo la hija decidio confiar en el al salir del closet por algo). las tribus agua y el reino tierra son ambos super patriarcales también. la única diferencia es que la nación del fuego permite a las mujeres participar en la guerra #USA style

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Let's call it Fate | Part 13

(A/N) Lots of Italian in this part, I'm sorry. Still, hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader (no Y/N)

Warning: google translate translations, abusive parents (especially mother), arranged marriage, age gap, bullying, talk of grandparents and death of a grandparent, mistreatment of Ghouls, threats, angst, fluff, kissis, bit more spice

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13

As soon as Copia opened the door, both of you let go of each other’s hands, reality hitting you in the face that at least for now, this relationship was a secret. When you looked around, you noticed that Cirrus was no longer there, Copia must’ve told her he’d take over for now. Your eyes found Copia’s, who offered up a smile, even if it had a twinge of sadness to it.

“Shall we go?”

You nodded, and together, side by side, you walked through the Ministry and to the gardens, fingers ghosting over each other with every swing of your arms. But neither of you acted on the desire, not even as the tension between you grew, not even when no other member of the clergy was nearby, not even when you passed broom closets. Instead, you kept walking until you reached the greenhouse.

“Primo?”

You stepped into the glass structure, just to find the ex-Papa in his usual spot, a plate of lunch in front of him.

“Ah, tesoro, fratellino, good to see you two. I wasn’t sure you would be coming today, dear.”

A frown formed on your face in confusion, but Primo was quick to explain.

“Well, I was told you weren’t in the mess hall for lunch, and I was also told that my fratellino went off searching for you. So,”, the insinuation made your cheeks grow warm. “-I expected you to spend the afternoon together.”

An awkward chuckle rang out from behind you and you immediately felt a familiar hand on your waist, as Copia stepped up beside you.

“Fratello, ti prego, non dire cose del genere, mi stai facendo arrossire di fronte a lei.”

You glanced up at your partner, curious as to what he’d just said, but before you could ask, Primo answered, also in Italian.

“Ah, fratellino, lascia che un vecchio si goda i fiori del tuo amore, eh? Non c'è molto che mi dia gioia al giorno d'oggi, ma voi due si'.”

By then, your eyes were flickering from one brother to the other, hoping to gather any information on what was just said, through their facial expressions, before they finally landed on Copia.

“This really is unfair.”

Both of them chuckled, as Copia pressed a kiss to your forehead, gazing at you with pure adoration in his eyes.

“I haven’t forgotten my promise to teach you, amore. All in due time, si?”

You huffed in fake annoyance, before grinning at him.

“Si.”

The adoration switched to pride as he kissed your forehead one more time, before he pulled away, slowly walking to the exit.

“I’ll pick you up before dinner, I’ll cook something for you.”

You nodded and watched him leave before you turned to Primo. The older man was smiling at you and watched as you sat down at the table as well.

“So, I take it yesterday went well?”

You nodded, a smile on your face as you started to chew on your lower lip.

“It went really well. Today too. We talked to my parents and my father is willing to call off the arrangement. So…I’m free. Free to be with Copia.”

Primo’s lips tugged upward until he was grinning, slowly nodding his head.

“I’m glad, tesoro. Very glad.”

After a few more minutes of just sitting and talking, you got up and started the day’s work. The temperature was comfortable, the sun hidden behind clouds that kept it from burning down. Midway through the afternoon, two familiar figures approached the greenhouse and you couldn’t help but smile once you saw them.

“Just got back?”

Primo had fallen asleep in his chair, so you kept your voice quiet.

“Yup. Your parents are back home, safe and sound.”

Swiss wrapped an arm around your shoulder, lightly squeezing you before letting go again. Dew smiled in greeting but didn’t speak up.

“Well, how tired are you? Could you do me a favor?”

The two Ghouls nodded, looking at you expectingly.

“Could you get Primo to his quarters? He is really tired and I think he’d be more comfortable there.”

Swiss and Dew hesitated, looking from the former Papa to you and back again, unsure of what to do before Dew opened his mouth.

“Cardinal Copia asked us to come here and keep an eye on things. He wouldn’t be happy to have you here all alone.”

You shook your head, knowing that even without your bodyguards you’d be safe here.

“It’s fine. There are a lot of people around, plus Noah is at his own job right now and he can’t just leave. Go, get Primo to bed, and then rest. You’ve been up for way too long, and I don’t care that you’re Ghouls or anything like that. And if Copia complains, send him my way, I’ll take care of him.”

The smirk that pulled at Swiss’ lips made you roll your eyes and hit his chest, a quiet ‘not like that’ leaving your lips. But he just chuckled, before he carefully picked up Primo. The old man woke up and glanced around, clearly confused.

“They’re taking you to your room, Primo. Go rest, I’ll take care of everything here.”

He nodded, quickly falling back asleep. You watched the two Ghouls leave, concern flooding your mind as you made a mental note to check up on him later and maybe bring him some tea and medicine. He did look paler than usual.

But still, you continued on with your duties, making sure that all the plants in the glass structure were well and taken care of. While walking around, watering can in hand and humming to yourself, you never noticed the door opening behind you, gasping in surprise when two arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you against a familiar chest. The watering can clattered to the floor as you spun around and glared at Copia, who was wearing a smug smirk.

“Don’t scare me like that!”

He chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

“Mi dispiace amore. I didn’t try to sneak, I promise, you were just lost in your own world.”

You hummed, giving him one more glare, before you leaned against his chest, relaxing a bit. His arms around you tightened as he started to slowly sway you back and forth, his lips pressed against your hair. Of course, the moment couldn’t last, as a firm knock rang through the air, and the two of you quickly parted, taking a few steps away from each other, before you called out.

“Yes?”

The door opened and Papa Secondo stepped into the greenhouse, looking at the space that Primo usually occupied, before turning to you and Copia.

“Where is Primo?”

Not familiar with the former Papa, you quickly bowed your head in respect muttering his title before straightening again.

“Primo is in his chambers, I believe that he is getting ill.”

Papa Secondo frowned at you, confusion clear in his eyes, before they flickered to Copia, a knowing smile replacing the frown.

“Is she…?”

Copia nodded and closed the distance between you two, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Well, that explains why you ignored Primo’s title.”

Your cheeks warmed as you felt his eyes pass over your form, taking you in. His gaze almost felt predatory and you couldn’t help but scooch closer to Copia.

“Anyway, it’s nice to meet you. Vado a prendermi cura di nostro fratello. Quando stara' meglio, dovremo cenare insieme, cosi' potrai presentarci ufficialmente la tua ragazza.”

Copia chuckled and shook his head, gently squeezing you against him.

“Finché mia madre non è invitata, non deve saperlo per forza. E siate rispettosi, i nostri fratelli la amano già. E anche io.”

Papa Secondo nodded, glancing at you one more time, before he left and closed the door behind himself. You waited for a few moments before you released the breath you had been holding in a big huff.

“That was scary. He is the most intimidating of your brothers, for sure.”

Copia nodded, a small smile on his face.

“Si, he can be…rough, but he’s a gentle giant.”, he glanced down at you, love sparkling in his eyes. “Plus, I will protect you, don’t you worry.”

With a big grin, you got onto the tip of your toes and pressed your lips to his, before you pulled away and picked up the watering can again.

“If you want, I can finish up in here real quick and then we can go to your apartment?”

Copia had by then moved to the table and sat down in one of the chairs, watching you from there.

“Food is already in the oven, just waiting for us.”

You grinned at him and nodded, before quickly finishing your tasks and putting everything away. By the time you were done, it was almost time for dinner. The pair of you decided to just lock up and head back up the hill, before the dinner rush began, making it to Copia’s rooms, with barely any members of the Ministry out and about.

Once inside, you turned to the Cardinal, a smile on your face.

“Is it okay if I quickly take a shower before we eat?”

He nodded, a shy smile on his face as you watched his cheeks grow red.

“If I’m honest, I was about to ask you the same…”

A thrill ran through you and without thinking, you took his hand and led him to the bathroom, locking the door behind the two of you. He stared at you, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape, a quiet ‘Are you sure?’ leaving his lips, but you just pressed your lips to his and nodded. You were sure.

You quickly turned on the shower, giving the water some time to heat up, before you started to undress yourself, watching as Copia did the same. Before you unclipped your bra and took off your panties, you turned around, quietly giggling as you heard Copia groan, his clothes suddenly hitting the floor much faster. But before he could do anything, you jumped into the shower, angling your face up as the water cascaded down your body.

Just a few moments later, you heard the glass door open and close behind you, before two greedy hands wrapped around your hip and pulled you flush against a soft chest. You giggled as Copia’s lips picked up where they left off during lunch and ghosted over your neck, kissing and nibbling at the skin there, while you leaned your head back and to the side, giving him better access.

“Sarai la mio morte di, diavoletto.”

You gasped at his words, spinning around and placing your hands on his shoulders as you gazed up at him in amused shock.

“Did you just call me a devil?”

Quickly, before you could even register what he was doing, Copia walked you against the nearest wall, pressing you against it, a grin on his face as he gazed into your eyes, amusement clear in them.

“Well, I called you a little devil, so you know, a cuter version of it.”

You shook your head, grinning, as your hands slid over his shoulders and around his neck, pulling him down until his lips ghosted over yours.

“So you think I’m cute?”

It was barely a whisper, but you knew Copia heard you.

“The cutest, amore mio.”

Your lips connected as your eyes fluttered shut, a smile tugging on the corners of your mouth as you felt his tongue licking against the seam of your lips. You parted them, a low groan escaping Copia the moment his tongue touched yours. His fingers dug into the fat of your hips, surely leaving marks as his body now fully pressed against yours. You could feel the tip of his cock pressing against your belly, a low moan escaping your lips when you realized the effect you had on him.

Almost instinctively, one of your hands left his hair and reached down, firmly wrapping around his cock and giving it a tug. He pulled away, pupils blown wide as he looked down, a moan tumbling past his lips, as he saw your fingers around his member.

“Ti amo. Ti amo così tanto che non hai idea. Nemmeno Satana riusciva a convincermi a lasciarti. Hai il mio cuore, amore mio.”

You smiled, using your free hand to guide him to look at you.

“I love you too, Copia.”

He grinned and leaned down, kissing you again. This one was soft and filled with the adoration you held for each other. But far too soon, Copia pulled back, resting his forehead against yours, still grinning and gently pulled your hand away from his cock.

“As much as I’d love to take you right here, right now, I’m afraid that dinner would be burned to ashes by the time I’d be done with you.”

An excited shiver ran through you at the promise as you gazed into his eyes.

“Let’s continue this another time then. I’m really hungry.”

Right on cue, your stomach growled and both you started to laugh. While you were still giggling, Copia pressed a longing kiss to your forehead, before he fully pulled away and reached for the shampoo. With a nod of his head, you stepped under the stream of water and made sure your hair was wet. And for the next fifteen minutes, Copia worshipped you and your body. Washing your hair for you, massaging your scalp and rinsing the shampoo out, while making sure none of it got into your eyes, before he gently worked in the conditioner. And while that was sitting in your hair, he grabbed some shower gel massaged your shoulders, before spreading the lather all over your body. He gently washed both the shower gel and the conditioner off, before turning you to face him. After a quick peck to your lips, he gently massaged a cleanser into the skin on your face, a content sigh leaving your lips as he gently massaged your temples. You really could get used to him treating you like this.

Careful not to drown you, he washed that off as well, a proud smile on his lips as you opened your eyes again. You were about to offer to wash him as well, when he spoke up.

“If you don’t mind, could you check on the food? I think I lost track of the time here…and I have to take care of something.”

You watched as his cheeks turned red, your eyes quickly jumping down to take in his still erect cock. Oh, how you wished you could taste him.

“Don’t, or I really won’t be able to stop myself.”

Copia reached out, his hand cradling your face as he guided your gaze back up to his face. You nodded, smiling at him, before pecking his lips.

“Can I just grab some of your clothes?”

Your back was already turned to him, but you glanced at him, over your shoulder.

“Of course. Pick whatever you like.”

You smiled and nodded, before leaving the shower, softly closing the door behind yourself. After quickly grabbing a towel and wrapping it around yourself, you left the bathroom, wanting to give Copia some privacy.

Translations: tesoro...dear fratellino...little brother Fratello, ti prego, non dire cose del genere, mi stai facendo arrossire di fronte a lei...Brother, please don't say things like that, you're making me blush in front of her. Ah, fratellino, lascia che un vecchio si goda i fiori del tuo amore, eh? Non c'è molto che mi dia gioia al giorno d'oggi, ma voi due si'...Ah, little brother, let an old man revel in the blossoms of your love, yes? There isn't much that brings me joy nowadays, but you two do. si...yes Mi dispiace...I'm sorry amore...love Vado a prendermi cura di nostro fratello. Quando stara' meglio, dovremo cenare insieme, cosi' potrai presentarci ufficialmente la tua ragazza...I'll go and take care of our brother. When he's better, we'll have to have dinner so you can officially introduce your little girlfriend to us. Finché mia madre non è invitata, non deve saperlo per forza. E siate rispettosi, i nostri fratelli la amano già. E anche io...As long as my mother isn't invited, she doesn't have to know just yet. And be respectful, our brothers already love her. And so do I. Sarai la mio morte di, diavoletto...You're going to be the death of me, little devil. amore mio...my love “Ti amo. Ti amo così tanto che non hai idea. Nemmeno Satana riusciva a convincermi a lasciarti. Hai il mio cuore, amore mio...I love you. I love you so damn much, you have no idea. Not even Satan could get me to leave you. You have my heart, my love.

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The 2023 Yuri Guide - Visual Novels

Your ultimate guide to the best Yuri content with over 200 curated titles from every genre and medium.

Blackberry Honey

• Shakaijin • Drama • Romance

Forced to work for fourteen hours a day, with little chance to rest, Lorina, the newest maid to the Lennard family, is bullied by the senior maids and the youngest Lennard daughter. One of the only maids who deigns to speak to Lorina is the mysterious Taohua – but Lorina wishes she wouldn’t. Her aloof, almost cat-like personality, coupled with her peculiar complexion, eyes, and name, have inspired more than a few rumors around the Shropshire countryside that she might be a witch. Lorina knows she should keep her distance from Taohua, and she wants to most desperately… but maybe there’s a pinch of truth to all the rumors, because she soon finds herself under the older woman’s spell.

~Developed and Published by ebi-hime~ Available on PS4, PS5, Xbox One, Xbox Series X/S, PC, Mac, and Linux

Black Closet

• School • Drama • Romance • Mystery

A noir story that places you in control as the student council president. To protect yourself and the school’s reputation, you must command your minions to solve mysteries by investigating scenes, looking for clues, performing surveillance, and interrogating students. Remember, never let your attention falter, no matter what sweet nothing your minions whisper or sly glances they give you. Because one of them… is a traitor.

~Developed and Published by Hanako Games~ Available on PC, Mac, and Linux

Butterfly Soup

• School • Slice of Life • Sports

Laugh-out-loud funny and featuring characters that each feels like one of your best friends! This gentle visual novel by Brianna Lei follows a group of four, queer Asian high school students living in California. The girls join an all-female baseball club together and spend their time playing the game, falling in love and memeing. A sequel, Butterfly Soup 2, is available for PC, Mac, and Linux.

~Developed and Published by Brianna Lei~ Available on PC, Mac, and Linux

The Curse of Kudan

• School • Horror • Mystery • Yuri Harem • Friends to Lovers 

Feelings start to bud between student Sakuya Kudan and culinary instructor Touko Shima after coincidence brings them into one another’s orbit. However, their peaceful lives are abruptly shattered when Touko sees Kudan, the harbinger of calamity. The rumors say that anyone who lays eyes on her is doomed within seven days. The hours tick down as Sakuya rushes find a way to combat the curse, and her search brings her to the academy’s Occult Research Club and its president, Koto Ashinaki. Now she must face off against the unknown in order to protect the people she loves…

~Developed and Published by SukeraSparo~ Available on PC

The Expression Amrilato

• Isekai • Slice of Life • Romance

"...Why is the sky pink...?" Rin should know this area well, but the unreadable letters on the signs and the strange language the people are speaking have made things unrecognizable. Suddenly transported to a parallel world, Rin is saved when Ruka, a girl so cute she could be an idol, appears and extends a helping hand. Now a guest in Ruka’s home, Rin, and by extension the player, must learn Esperanto through interactive lessons to navigate this strange world. This is the story, pure and sometimes frustrating, of two girls intertwined through their fumbling efforts to communicate.

The sequel, Distant Memoraĵo, continues Rin and Ruka’s story and romance and reveals the secrets of Ruka’s past. Two storeis of the struggles that come with attempting to connect with one another across age, language, and even worlds.

~Developed by SukeraSparo, Published by MangaGamer~ Available on PC, Mac, and Linux

The Fairy's Song

• Romance • Fantasy • Adventure

Marnie is a young goth girl with a less-than-cheery disposition. Her parents are going away for a week of sun and surf in Bordeaux, and Marnie has been palmed off in her grandmother’s care in the backwater English village Fenchapel.

While exploring, Marnie happens upon a young female knight in a glade, clutching a sword. The knight has been sleeping for many centuries, but Marnie (inadvertently) awakes her. The young knight calls herself Leofe. She does not know why she went to sleep, but she knows that the forest itself is plagued by a horrible curse, and she is the only one who can lift it. The sequel, The Fairy’s Secret is also available on PC, Linux and Android.

~Developed and Published by ebi-hime~ Available on PS4, PS5, Xbox One, Xbox Series X/S, Android, PC, and Linux

Fatal Twelve

• Isekai • Supernatural • Adventure • Mystery

One day, Shishimai Rinka dies in an explosion—yet she finds herself continuing to live her ordinary life as if nothing had happened at all. That is, until a few days later, when she encounters the Goddess Parca in the dream world.

"Good evening, my lovely little slaves to fate." Rinka discovers that she is one of 12 people the Goddess has invited to her game. A game that could undo their deaths. In this maelstrom of life and death, Rinka must face a myriad different emotions, as well as the truth behind her own demise. What will her final decision be...?

~Developed by LYCORYS, Published by Sekai Project & PROTOTYPE~ Available on PS4, Nintendo Switch, PC, Mac, and Linux

Flowers (Series)

• School • Adventure • Drama • Romance • Mystery • Multiple Couples • Yuri Harem • Friends to Lovers

In the middle of a forest isolated from the rest of the world lies Saint Angraecum Academy, an all-girls school. This private boarding school is isolated from the rest of the world, allowing the girls who attend the space and freedom to develop into young ladies under the guidance of their teachers. This is where Suoh Shirahane, a painfully shy girl, will begin her first year of high school. Follow her and her classmates in this four-game series as she navigates new friendships and attempts to unravel the many mysteries at the academy, including occult rituals and the mysterious disappearance of fellow students, all while trying to pass her classes. Suoh must learn to overcome her anxieties as she navigates new friendships. These bonds of friendship grow even stronger within the academy's special Amitié program, and Suoh's heart will open for the first time. But is it okay to like a girl?

~Developed by Innocent Grey, Published by JAST~ Available on PC

GOOD LUCK BABY!

• Mystery • Fantasy • Comedy

Japan, 2002. Bad luck is something we all experience - but for high schooler Hifumi Tanaka, it’s become an unwanted way of life.

Broken alarm clocks, lost wallets and bumped elbows; she starts wondering what she did to deserve this unrelenting misfortune. Her luck finally changes for the better upon meeting Kasumi Itou - a sunny delinquent with a heart of gold. But just as their mutual crush begins to bloom, the girls find a surprising sight awaiting them on Kasumi’s doorstep…a baby with wings and a halo!

Hifumi, Kasumi, and their newfound friends embark on the journey of a lifetime to solve the mystery behind this baby; kicking off a chain of events that affects the fate of the world itself. But with the ruthless Empress Metis following their every move, will good luck be enough to save them from the ultimate evil?

~Developed and Published by Noodletub Games~ Available on PC

Heart of the Woods

• Adventure • Drama • Romance • Supernatural • Mystery • Multiple Couples

Maddie Raines has had enough. After years of serving as manager, editor, and general business-handler for her best friend Tara's popular paranormal vlog channel, she's finally ready to move forward with her own life. But when she agrees to take one last trip with Tara to the mysterious village of Eysenfeld, she's suddenly surrounded by wondrous and dangerous supernatural events. One in particular captivates Maddie in a way she’s never been before: the ghost of a young woman, Abigail.

~Developed by Studio Élan, Published by Sekai Project and Sekai Games~ Available on Nintendo Switch, PS4, PS5, Xbox One, Xbox Series X/S, PC, Mac, and Linux

Heaven Will Be Mine

• Sci-fi • Action • Romance

It’s 1981, and the dream of a new home in space for all humanity is dead. After fighting for decades against an intangible and ephemeral existential threat from beyond the solar system, Earth command has declared the war effort a huge waste of time. The honeymoon is over, and a future of glittering cities across the solar system and cosmic battles between giant robots just isn’t going to happen. The outcome is clear: it’s time to come home.

But we don’t care. Giant robots may not make any sense. Celestial cities across the solar system are silly dreams. They are, however, extremely awesome. We, the girls who were raised in space, to be special and incredible and pave the way for a new future, aren’t giving up so easily. We’ve got invincible Ship-Selves for ferrying human bodies through time and space, and we have the weight and power to make a fantasy of the future real.

~Developed and Published by Pillow Fight & Worst Girls Games~ Available on PC, Mac, and Linux

Letters From a Rainy Day -Oceans and Lace-

• School • Romance • Drama • Mystery • Senapi/Kouhai 

The prestigious private girls’ school, Kikyou Academy, educates young ladies from elementary age to university. With cell phones forbidden on school grounds, letter writing is a pastime for many of the girls… for better or for worse.

Student Mikoto Kurahashi receives a disturbing blackmail letter, forcing her to ask out younger student Shiori Minato to protect her sister. The story switches between the two girls’ viewpoints, displaying both sides of this unconventional romance as Shiori works to discover the reason and the perpetrator behind the blackmail and Mikoto longs to get her new partner to engage with her more.

~Developed by Lily Spinel, Published by Hublots and mirai works~ Available on PC

Lilycle Rainbow Stage!!!

• School • Slice of Life • Comedy • Multiple Couples • Friends to Lovers

Sweet, heartwarming, and bursting with cheerful, colorful illustrations features a swarm of adorable Yuri couples. As every character’s perspective is shown, you could say that they’re all the protagonist! A love triangle between two friends and a recent graduate, a young maid and her precocious mistress, student council rivals, a wallflower and her socialite companion, and more. This Yuri buffet is overflowing with cuteness!

~Developed by PARTICLE, Published by MangaGamer~ Available on PC

Linghua (Series)

• School • Drama • Romance • Multiple Couples • Fated Lovers • Tragedy 

A Yuri visual novel series about young couples bound by fate and tragedy at an all-girls’ private academy. In Melancholy Love, an elite student, born into privilege, and a delinquent who longs to break free of her chains meet amidst the garden of scented dreams. In Symbiotic Love, a devastated Zihua discovers a mysterious diary after the death of her lover, Jisuo. One by one excepts begin to appear, revealing the truth behind the tragedy.

~Developed by White Dew Game, Published by Kikai Digital~ Available on PC and Mac

Lingua Fleur Lily

• Drama

The introvert Yuyi arrives at school every day with a secret deep in her heart, a truth she has kept hidden from everyone, even her beloved old tutor. But when she is paired with the excitable Yile, the eager girl helps Yuyi come out of her shell, confronting the bittersweet memories of her past and coming to terms with her identity. This tender hidden and emotional hidden gem is not a romance story, but a story of healing and accepting oneself, a gift given to Yuyi by an earnest and caring friend. Its gentle illustrations and enchanting soundtrack heighten this simple but poignant story. 

~Developed and published by Narrator and STORIA~ Available on PC

A Little Lily Princess

• School • Drama • Historical • Slice of Life

Sara Crewe was raised like a princess by her doting Papa, always given the best of everything. Now that she is old enough, she must be sent away to boarding school in a foreign land, relying on her love of books and fairytales to help her make friends. But, what would happen to a little princess if she lost everything? This Yuri retelling of Frances Hodgson Burnett’s classic children’s novel gives players the option to plan Sara’s daily activities and bond with her peers, leading to several potential romances. 

~Developed by Hanabira, Published by Hanako Games~ Available on Nintendo Switch, PS4, PS5, Xbox One, Xbox Series X/S, PC, Mac, and Linux

Mizuchi 白蛇心傳

• Fantasy • Romance • Slice of Life • Mystery

Abruptly finding herself at the bottom of a snake pit, an impoverished girl named Linh is bound and helpless for a crime she did not commit. Left to the mercy of the village snake god, a mysterious entity appears before her, offering to save her in exchange for her soul. Finding herself in a new reality, she is torn between staying with the beautiful temptress, Ai, who had rescued her from death, and the resourceful wanderer, Jinhai, who promises to set her free.

~Developed and Published by Aikasa Collective~ Available on PC, Mac, and Linux

a new life.

• Romance • Slice of Life • Tragedy • Love at First Sight

A short, simple, and beautiful experience. A classic love story: Meet, marry, grow old. But when your loved one hurts you, what do you do? Is it better to love and be hurt, than never love at all? From their first meeting in college until the bittersweet end, this short visual story is a beautiful and emotional highlight reel of two women in love.

~Developed and Published by Angela He~ Available on iOS, Android, PC, Mac, and Linux

Nurse Love (Series)

• Fantasy • Slice of Life • Horror • Mystery • Yuri Harem • Slow Burn

Surviving a near-death experience as a child left Kaori Sawai with the dream to become a nurse and heal others. And today is finally the day, as she leaves school to join the Yurigahama Hospital, mending injuries with the magical touch of her hands and navigating sweet, strange, and exceptionally disturbing relationships with her quirky coworkers in Nurse Love Syndrom.

Set in the same world, Nurse Love Addiction follows Asuka Osachi, a ditzy and easy-going girl, who graduates from high school and enrolls in Teito Nursing School along with her younger sister, Nao. With their two classmates Itsuki and Sakuya and their instructor Kaede, the girls will experience what it means to be an adult... and a nurse.

~Developed by Kogado Studio, Published by Degica~ Available on Nintendo Switch and PC

OshiRabu: Waifus Over Husbandos

• Comedy • Slice of Life • Romance • Already a Couple • Love at First Sight

Akuru Hayahoshi is an unlucky otaku office worker who just can't pull her husbando in the gacha game she's obsessed with, no matter how much money she throws at it.

Until one day, she runs into the garishly gorgeous and freakishly lucky Ren Furutachi. A series of misunderstandings causes Ren to full-on pursue Akuru. One thing leads to another, and in order to bring her husbando home, she ends up... bringing Ren home?!

In the sequel ~Love･or･die~ a fit of jealousy and more misunderstandings lead to a Akuru unthinking accepting one of Ren’s many joke proposals… and by the time she realizes what she's done, it's too late. Ren is in bridezilla mode and starting to plan the wedding!

~Developed by SukeraSomero, Published by Hublots and mirai works~ Available on Nintendo Switch and PC, iOS and Android

Perfect Gold: The Alchemy of Happiness

• Fantasy • Romance • Enemies to Lovers

Marion LaRue is not having a fun day at all. What was meant to be a harmless little fire turned into an explosion that has her stuck in detention, missing out on one of the rare opportunities for her to enjoy life outside the academy. And of course, she just had to be stuck with Audrey Clary, of all the high-class LeFay students she could be in detention with.

Determined to not miss out on the long-awaited festival, these former lovers begrudgingly work together to escape detention and find their way to the festival. As they explore the city and celebrate the Sunflower Festival together, an old friendship is rekindled, and new feelings begin to bloom.

~Developed and Published by Yangyang Mobile, Published by Mama Morin (Console/Mobile)~ Available on Nintendo Switch, PC, iOS, and Android

Please Be Happy

• Slice of Life • Romance • Fantasy

Born as a fox in the forest of Korea, Miho carries with her the memory of a traveler who showed her kindness and spoke of home. Now more human than fox, Miho has spent a long, long time searching for her person. She arrives by airship to Wellington, one of the jewels of the floating island of New Zealand.

Despite her years spent observing humans, she still has a lot to learn about their culture and society. She's made a living so far as a thief, her heightened senses allowing her to easily take advantage of people. She's also seen a lot of the worst of what mankind has to offer.

It's only after meeting Juliet, the owner of a small library, and Aspen, an aspiring novelist, that Miho starts to understand what kindness is, and that there's more than just the bad stuff when it comes to people.

~Developed by Studio Élan, Published by Sekai Project~ Available on PC, Mac, and Linux

Salome's Kiss

• Romance • Drama • Historical • Tragedy

Letitia Reed is an unremarkable woman in many aspects. Meek and mild, she prefers to keep her head down, and fears drawing undue attention to herself. As a governess to the wealthy Mortimer family, Letitia devotes her humdrum days in London to the schooling of her pupil, Clara, to better mould her into the image of an ideal lady.

Lurking beneath Letitia’s placid mannerisms, however, lay desires so intense they begin to unnerve her. As Clara matures, Letitia finds her feelings towards her maturing too – until, in the end, she can no longer bear it.

~Developed and Published by ebi-hime~ Available on PC and Linux

SeaBed

• Romance • Drama • Mystery • Tragedy • Slow Burn

A mystery told through the perspectives of three women: Mizuno Sachiko, a designer plagued by hallucinations of her past lover; Narasaki Hibiki, Sachiko's friend and a psychiatrist researching the workings of human memories; and Takako, Sachiko's former lover who has been rapidly forgetting her past, including how or why the two women drifted apart, despite being together since childhood. All three live in different worlds but seek the same goal. To separate truth from illusion. To make sense of their own lives.

~Developed by paleontology, Published by Fruitbat Factory~ Available on Nintendo Switch and PC

A Summer's End - Hong Kong 1986

• Shakaijin • Romance • Drama • Historical • Love at First Sight

Michelle is a young professional working woman living in Hong Kong during the heydays of the 1980s. She meets Sam, a free-spirited woman and an unconventional entrepreneur, by chance after an incident involving a broken heel. They share a mutual attraction. As their relationship progresses, Michelle is forced to make a decision between traditional propriety and her newfound feelings.

Inspired by classic Asian cinema, this beautiful game depicts the intense curiosity, confusion, and desire whirling around this incredible romance. Michelle A Summer’s End is a modern romance. A dazzlingly vibrant and intimate experience that explores identity, family, queerness, and love in a rapidly changing and highly political world.

~Developed and Published by Oracle and Bone~ Available on PC, Mac, and Linux

Synergia

• Action • Sci-Fi • Mystery

Cila, a veteran cop with a sour outlook and anger issues expects nothing more from life besides the smell of ozone, blinding neon lights and the ever-present manhole steam. At least, until a shady friend replaces her broken-down housedroid as a favor. Advanced, more efficient and remarkably perceptive, unit M.A.R.A. begins to penetrate Cila's toughened exterior and possibly even heal her new owner's old wounds – if Cila can decipher the recurring nightmare the process brings. Soon Cila and Mara forge a unique - if sometimes uneasy - bond. Unbeknownst to Cila, just as her life begins to find its new normal, the technological giant Velta Labs gets wind of Mara's existence and takes a mysterious interest in the android. A war unlike any before it is brewing on the horizon, its players are silently being selected and one android's fate may spell the difference between peace, war, the blossoming of a new religion, or a technological singularity beyond comprehension.

~Developed by Radi Art, Published by Top Hat Studios~ Available on PS4, Nintendo Switch, PS Vita, PC, Mac, and Linux

Who Is The Red Queen?

• Horror • Fantasy • Romance

Alice falls down the rabbit hole into a Wonderland not quite right. Meeting an eclectic collection of people, animals, and some things in between, she sets out on an adventure in this odd new place to find the missing Red Queen. Or, more specifically, to find the pieces of the dismembered queen whose body has been strewn across the land.

~Developed by 4noki, Published by Studio Élan~ Available on PC, Mac, and Linux

Yumeutsutsu Re:Master

Slice of Life • Mystery • Slow Burn

Set in the town of Koenji, not far from the imperial capital of Tokyo, where a small game studio called Eureka Soft has set up shop. The heroine Ai, a country girl, joins her sister Kokoro who works there, after receiving a mysterious email from studio head.There she meets the quirky all-girl (and a dog) cast: the big sisterly head of the studio, her sister, giving her a cold shoulder, the maid/voice talent, the "tiny dinosaur" scenarist, the uniformed artist, and Banako, the dog and vice-president. Ai starts learning about game making as she slowly pieces together the mysteries of her colleagues. Ai's world will expand bit by bit, as the game production begins.

~Developed byKogado Studio, Published by Degica~ Available on Nintendo Switch, PS4, and PC

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Sand Sea (Tomb of the Sea) Whump List

Summary: When high school student Li Cu is attacked, a map is carved into his back and he is then kidnapped by a man named Wu Xie. Li Cu is forced to go on a journey to a forbidden tomb and thrust into a long-running conflict where he has to play a vital role if he wants to come out alive.

Genre: Action, adventure, mystery, supernatural

Country: China

Year: 2018

Watch it on: Viki, YouTube

Spoilers ahead...

Whumpee: Li Cu played by Wu Lei (Leo Wu)

Episode 1: Disoriented, struggling to stand, chased, yelling in frustration and fear, says he was kidnapped, (flashback to before the kidnapping) manhandled, locked in a closet, scared, slides down the wall, crying, begging to be let out, released when he gives in to his father’s demands; a mysterious black form enters his forehead, knocked out of his seat, holding his head in pain; attacked on the street, a hand placed over his mouth, pushed against a wall, calling for help, strangled, holding his throat, coughing, knocked out, falls to the ground, has something carved into his back, rushed to the hospital; in a hospital bed, wakes up in pain, struggles to walk, horrified at the sight of his back, crying, kidnapped from the hospital

Episode 2: Manhandled, yelling in pain, wounds on his back reopened, passed out; told he has to go to the desert with the people who kidnapped him, wincing in pain

Episode 3: Forced to go down into tunnels even though he is claustrophobic

Episode 4: Scared; dragged over a cliff, saved

Episode 5: Knife held to the back of his neck

Episode 6: Scared; panics; struggling to breathe, holding his neck, falls to the ground, passes out

Episode 7: Falls down a cliff, unconscious; told he is hallucinating due to claustrophobia; hanging over a cavern with one person holding on to him

Episode 9: Stranded in the desert with no food or water

Episode 10: Caught in a sandstorm; weak from dehydration, stumbling, collapses, passes out

Episode 11: Flashback to when he was attacked; nightmare

Episode 12: Arm cut with a cleaver (x3), wincing in pain

Episode 13: Punched in the face, bloody nose

Episode 14: Punched in the face, falls to the ground, eyes go black, in a fight, at knifepoint, manhandled (being held back), chased, drowning

Episode 15: Knocked to the ground by a giant root; scared, chased (by a root monster thing); groaning in pain, says it’s his back

Episode 16: Forced to sleep; tied with rope, hanging from a crane, dropped to the ground, grunting in pain, grabbed around the ankle by a root, dragged, grabbed around the waist, pulled back, saved

Episode 17: Gun pointed to the side of his head; complaining about his back hurting; groaning in pain (from his back)

Episode 18: Pulled down by his ankle, choked, rescued, bitten by a snake, has a vision of the past; made to stand in various poses that make his back hurt; falls from scaffolding, nearly falls into a mine shaft

Episode 19: Pain in his hand, passes out, has a vision, wakes with a gasp

Episode 20: Wakes up in a hospital bed, flashback to him unconscious on a gurney, grabs his head, says he doesn’t remember what happened to him; hit in the back, falls to the ground, kicked repeatedly

Episode 21: Gets his hand stuck in a dummy, in pain

Episode 22: Nearly abducted, saved

Episode 31: Flashback to some of the traumatic things he encountered

Episode 32: Hallucinating; bit by things in a lake, yelling in pain

Episode 33: Drugged, knocked into a lake

Episode 34: Grabbed by the ankle, dragged off by the snake tree; helped to stand

Episode 36: Thrown across the room, groaning in pain, caught in an explosion, knocked unconscious, blood on his head; coughing up blood

Episode 37: Groaning in pain, has an injured leg, covered in blood, captured, bitten by a snake, has a vision, held in down, grabbed by his shirt collar

Episode 38: Forced to go with his enemies, carried on someone’s back; at knifepoint, kicked in the chest (while sitting), falls into a mine cart, groaning in pain, manhandled, captor steps on his bad leg, breathing heavily, grabbed by the hair, captor threatens to break his back, grabbed by the back of his shirt; forced to walk on his bad leg, manhandled

Episode 39:  Helped to walk (but not in a friendly way), in pain; limping, falls unconscious after making eye contact with a snake; limping, knocked onto his back by a dog

Episode 40: Helped to walk, pushed to the ground, grabbing his leg in pain, punched in the face; pushed to the ground, straddled, crossbow pointed at his face, crossbow pushed into his injured leg, grunting in pain

Episode 41: Caught in an explosion, passes out; wakes up back with his captors, half dragged, half carried

Episode 42: Weak, carried on someone’s back, helped to stand, drugged

Episode 43: Wakes up in a strange place, IV in his arm, cast on his leg, collapses, passes out

Episode 44: Held down, drugged

Episode 46: Gun pointed to the back of his head, forced to read a bunch of snake pheromones, grunting in pain, shaking

Episode 48: In a fight, knocked to the floor bleeding from the mouth; forced to read more pheromones, sick, slides down a wall

Episode 50: Shot with a dart, passes out; used as a human shield, gun pointed to his neck

Episode 51: Shot at, chased, hiding; crying, sees his friend die in front of him; chased, shot at

Episode 52: Shot at, in a fight; kicked through a wall (kind of), nearly stabbed, thrown out a window; carried on Wu Xie’s back, blood on his head; wakes up alone on a train, bandage on his head, arm in a cast; reunited with his friends, crying

Whumpee: Wu Xie played by Qin Hao

Episode 2: (In a story) blood on his face, in a fight

Episode 6: Threatened with a knife

Episode 7:  Falls down a cliff; hanging over a cavern with two people holding on to him, falls, trapped

Episode 8: Threatened

Episode 9:  Stranded in the desert with no food or water

Episode 10: Caught in a sandstorm; held at knife-point; weak from dehydration, stumbling, collapses

Episode 12: Infected by a worm, tied up (for his protection); has the worm cut out of him, passes out; holding his side

Episode 14: Gun pointed to the side of his head, at knifepoint, manhandled (being held back), chased

Episode 15: Root grabs him by the ankle, dragged through sand

Episode 18: Bit by a snake; in a trance

Episode 19: In a trance, asked to be tied up

Episode 36: (Flashback) bitten by a snake

Episode 39: Drives his car off a mountain

Episode 40: Attacked, in a fight, falls off a cliff

Episode 42: Caught in a blizzard

Episode 45: Passed out, carried on someone’s back

Episode 50: Poisoned, falls to his back, left for dead

Episode 51: Unconscious, woken up, helped to sit; shot at

Episode 52: In a fight, kicked in the chest; crying

Whumpee: Su Wan played by Wang Hao Xuan

Episode 3: Kicked into a room with no floor, hanging from (bamboo?) scaffolding; locked in a room

Episode 7: Believes Li Cu is dead, crying

Episode 8: Kind of kidnapped

Episode 9:  Being watched, chased, saved

Episode 26: Lightly manhandled; tied to a chair, gagged (with a hand then packing tape), gets free, chased, punched in the face, bloody nose, caught, held in place, strangled (with a rope), rescued; bitten by a snake, falls unconscious, carried on a friend’s back, bleeding from the nose

Episode 27: In a hospital bed

Episode 28: In a hospital bed, bandage on his neck

Episode 33: Drugged, knocked into a lake

Episode 34: Bit by something, yelling in pain, given a shot; helped to walk; complaining that he doesn’t feel good, knocked across the room by a giant snake, passes out

Episode 36: Unconscious, carried on someone’s back, blood on his face

Episode 38: Chased

Episode 39:  Unconscious after jumping off a cliff, weak, helped to sit

Episode 40: Trapped in a pit

Episode 41: Trapped in a pit, weak

Episode 42: Stuck in a collapsing cave

Episode 52: Crying

Whumpee: Yang Hao played by Zhu Jian

Episode 3: Kicked into a room with no floor, hanging from (bamboo?) scaffolding; locked in a room

Episode 9: Being watched, chased, saved

Episode 27: Hits himself on the head with a brick, blood running down the side of his head

Episode 33: Drugged, knocked into a lake

Episode 40: Manipulated into believing his friend betrayed him; knocked over, told he is worth nothing, bullied

Episode 41: On the ground, forced onto his back, punched in the face; caught in an explosion; falls underground, blood on his face

Episode 42: Face covered in blood, worried about Li Cu

Episode 43: Discovers his grandmother passed away while he was gone, crying

Episode 44: Emotional pain

[lostoneshq]

TASK #2: ACABOU A MAMATA!

primeira task obrigatória!

Foi o Feiticeiro quem deu a notícia durante a aula no dia anterior. O Conselho das Histórias havia se reunido mesmo na falta de alguns dos seus ilustres membros e entrado em consenso sobre algo: com a (suposta) permanência dos perdidos no Mundo das Histórias, a sua integração àquela sociedade com suas leis e costumes se fazia obrigatória. Sendo assim, deveriam ser tratados não só como moradores do Reino dos Pedidos, mas integrantes do Mundo das Histórias como um todo. “Queremos que voltem para suas casas, claro… Não pensem que o nosso trabalho acabou. A ausência prolongada da Academia é sinal de que trabalham avidamente para encontrarmos uma solução. Ainda assim, o futuro é incerto — e há algum tempo vocês estão sendo tratados como estranhos. Isso não é justo. Esse reino foi feito para vocês tanto quanto para os outros que nele habitam.” Foram as palavras do Feiticeiro, que com toda a certeza havia se tornado o membro da Academia mais próximo dos perdidos. “Concordamos, então, que o primeiro passo para que vocês sejam plenamente integrados ao Mundo das Histórias, entendendo os nossos costumes na prática enquanto também os estudam dentro dessa sala, seria a aquisição de empregos.”

Ele explicou que a convivência com aqueles que já habitavam o Mundo das Histórias antes de suas chegadas seria melhorada se pudessem passar mais tempo juntos, cooperando no funcionamento do reino. Seria uma maneira de exercitar a harmonia para os dois lados daquela moeda. Feiticeiro também deixou claro que os perdidos não teriam que trabalhar para encontrarem moradia ou alimento — o C.C.C ainda seria a sua casa e disporia de refeições e quartos como sempre o fez.

Mas todo o resto… Mesmo Cruella decidira que estava na hora dos perdidos valorizarem as suas criações e pagarem por elas. Sem mais closet mágico, então…

Nem todos ficaram felizes com isso — ou devo dizer que ninguém ficou? — mas não havia o que ser feito. Feiticeiro terminou a aula os instruindo a procurarem por trabalhos no Mundo das Histórias, dando dicas e escrevendo uma carta de recomendação para cada um de seus alunos. Eles parariam de receber os fundos da Academia dentro de uma semana. Esse seria o prazo para buscarem por trabalhos. Não deveria ser difícil, todos os donos de estabelecimentos do Mundo das Histórias estariam esperando ansiosamente por suas aplicações.

É… Acabou a mamata.

ETAPA 1.

Essa etapa é obrigatória para personagens perdidos (com exceção de @rcderick, que já está empregado no universo, mas a player poderá participar da 2ª etapa ajudando a enviar perguntas em anônimo caso queira) e semi obrigatória para personagens canon (depende se tem estabelecimento pra contratar ou não!).

PERDIDOS: usando a tag #lostoneslinkedin vocês postarão os perfis dos seus personagens através de um pequeno formulário. Vocês terão desde hoje até Segunda, 29/07, às 23h59 para publicarem os seus perfis. Não precisam de edit nem nada. Apenas preencham o formulário e postem na tag. IC, os personagens de vocês completaram o mesmo formulário em seus Scrolls, e esse formulário foi enviado para todos os canons analisarem os seus perfis. Abaixo, segue o formulário:

Nome:

Idade:

Como gostaria de ser tratado:

Área de atuação no outro mundo: com o que trabalhava no outro mundo.

Habilidades extras:

Adaptação com a magia, até então, em uma escala de 0 a 10:

Pretensão salarial: de $ a $$$

CANONS: usando a tag #lostoneslinkedin, vocês postarão os estabelecimentos que estarão aceitando funcionários, mesmo aqueles que não se encontram ainda na página de lugares (já que a mod de vocês está sem computador). É um passo simples e o prazo será o mesmo dos perdidos. Apenas postem o estabelecimento no seguinte formato:

Nome do estabelecimento:

Vagas: (tipo de vagas para funcionários que ele precisaria)

Salário: de $ a $$$ (sendo $ um estabelecimento que pagará pouco e $$$ um que pagará mais. Sejam honestos com o que os personagens de vocês pagariam para os perdidos, e não coloquem apenas $$$ por pena).

Descrição do estabelecimento caso ele não esteja na página de lugares:

Também podem oferecer serviços como guarda pessoal, assistente, etc, de algum personagem. Nesses casos, preencham o formulário da seguinte maneira:

NOME DO PERSONAGEM procura um/a VAGA. O salário médio seria $—$$$.

Descrição da vaga, caso queira:

Exemplo: FADA MADRINHA procura uma ASSISTENTE DE DESEJOS. Salário médio: $$.

A central também disponibilizará lugares (antigos e novos!), com donos NPCs, através do blog do @jornalmagico. Então caso poucos personagens canon participem dessa etapa, não se preocupem porque eu vou dar um jeito de compensar com estabelecimentos e necessidades da central, mas POR FAVOR, players de personagens canons, não me deixem na mão!

Perdidos podem dar like nos estabelecimentos que mais lhe interessarem também, para chamarem atenção de seus proprietários para os seus perfis!

ETAPA 2.

Essa etapa inicia a partir da meia noite de segunda para terça feira. Os personagens perdidos deverão LIBERAR O ANÔNIMO EM SEUS BLOGS para receberem asks diversas como se estivessem sendo entrevistados para um emprego. Vocês terão até sábado (03/08), 23h59, para responderem às asks. O ideal é que respondam de maneira simples, sem gifs, sem descrições, apenas a resposta nua e crua. Eu enviarei muitas das asks, mas é crucial a participação dos players de personagens canon enviando asks logadas para os perfis de perdidos que lhe interessaram na tag #lostoneslinkedin (vocês podem dar like nos perfis para se lembrarem deles). Perguntem tudo! Façam uma entrevista mesmo, perguntem coisas sérias ou zoadas…

As asks deverão ser publicadas com a tag #lostonesinterview

ETAPA 3.

Entre Domingo (04/08) e Terça feira (06/08), personagens canon deverão procurar o blog do @jornalmagico e enviar no chat os nomes dos perdidos que gostariam de contratar para os seus estabelecimentos. Isso não significa que eles serão contratados por você, mas é necessário expressar o seu interesse nos perfis que você pensa que interessariam o seu personagem após as entrevistas.

ETAPA 4.

Na semana que vem, a grande revelação das contratações virá também através do blog do jornal. É provável que alguns personagens consigam empregos muito fora de suas áreas — por achar divertido que os acasos aconteçam, eu vou fazer sorteios também e deixar algumas contratações à deriva da sorte. Como dito acima, Fulano pode querer contratar Ciclano, mas talvez a Fada Madrinha ou a Cruella também queiram… A lista será revelada no jornal e os perdidos começam a trabalhar no dia seguinte à sua divulgação.

OOC.

Espero que tenham gostado da task! Não se preocupem porque todas as etapas serão lembradas e relembradas, explicadas e re-explicadas por mim. Vale lembrar que é uma task OBRIGATÓRIA para os perdidos. Perdidos em hiatus ou em novas aplicações após a task terão a chance de fazê-la depois, mas aqueles que deixarem a task passar estarão impedidos de fazerem a task mais tarde, e ficarão desempregados até segunda ordem. Participem! Os prazos são curtos justamente para dar um gás em vocês. 🔥

Além de Roderick, Meena Sutton @ofbadhumor também está isenta da task por ter sido contratada como guarda da Rainha Branca.

[jartita-me-teneis]

Sabes el origen de la expresión

"Salir del armario"?

Todos conocemos la expresión "Salir del armario", pero ¿sabes cuál es su origen y cuándo fue empleada por primera vez en la historia? El primer valiente que la usó fue un alemán del siglo XIX cuya historia merece ser contada...

El origen de esta expresión proviene de la traducción de la frase inglesa "coming out of the closet", de donde se origina el concepto y que a su vez deriva de "to have a skeleton in the closet" (tener un esqueleto en el armario), que significa tener algo vergonzoso u oculto que no se quería hacer público.

Karl Heinrich Ulrichs fue un alemán nacido en 1825 que, desde muy joven, se dio cuenta de que le gustaban los hombres, pero la sociedad en aquel momento no aceptaría esa postura, así que se calló y prosiguió con su vida. Se graduó en la universidad en Historia y Teología, y también realizó estudios de Derecho.

Pero a los 37 años tomó la valiente y difícil decisión de decirle a su familia y amigos que era homosexual. En aquella época esa palabra ni siquiera existía, así que inventó una: "urning", una palabra basada en la mitología griega que creó para designar a lo que él llamaba el tercer sexo, hombres que se sienten atraídos por otros hombres.

Así pues, en 1867, el primer hombre gay de la historia moderna anunciaba públicamente su orientación sexual con la frase "tengo un esqueleto en el armario" y lo hizo nada más y nada menos que en el Congreso de Juristas de Múnich que se celebraba el 29 de agosto de 1867. Desde el estrado pidió a sus colegas que apoyasen una moción para derogar del código penal la ley que criminalizaba las relaciones entre personas del mismo sexo. Sin embargo, fue abucheado y apartado a la fuerza del estrado.

Pero Karl no cejó en su empeño y tres años más tarde publicó un texto legal que fue una revolución, ya que desmontaba la idea que existía en su época de que la homosexualidad estaba asociada al vicio, a la perversión y al pecado, afirmando que realmente era algo totalmente natural y que no debía ser perseguido.

Su revolucionario texto, 157 años después, está plenamente vigente.

A pesar de sus esfuerzos, aún tendrían que pasar décadas para que se legalizase la homosexualidad, castigada en gran parte de Europa hasta pasada la mitad del siglo XX.

Por ello es necesario conocer historias como las de Karl, un valiente que hace 157 años tuvo el coraje para salir a la luz pública y exigir su derecho a ser tratado como los demás.

[plague-karm]

Hadalpelagic Zone Part 6 time hell yeah. It’s been around a month since Sebastian moved in with the gang so this is less of a narrative piece and more of a catch up session…mostly. So here’s how everyone’s been doing recently.

Bentley

•This man is absolutely killing it

•He’s bought a lot more instruments and he knows the basics on how to use all of them (he does accordion solos at least once a day)

•Makes breakfast since he’s the only one with a decent sleep schedule

•He’s beginning to perform a lot more outside of town and he’s become popular as a result

•Him and Lena are still close but they’re drifting a little for “reasons”

•He’s very good at keeping the fact they have a failed science experiment living with them, makes up excuses on a dime and everyone believes him

•Has built up the ULTIMATE button up wardrobe, even in winter he wears them

•”Hey Ley are you sure you aren’t cold in that-?”

•”NOPE!”

•Usually the one to organise events

•Still pisses off Sebastian every chance he gets (he’s very easy to tease)

Lena

•Say hello to the company’s new head accountant!

•She is going up in the world and she shows her excitement in very normal ways (she looks like she’s tweaking in every company picture she’s in bless her)

•A lot bubblier now, she likes telling people about the ✨numbers✨

•Still goes out partying on occasion but has a healthier work-life balance than before

•Her motor issues have come back thanks to her body getting used to normal conditions again, the others help her out if it gets too much

•Dripped out to the MAX. Affliction? Tripp NYC? Cupcake Cult? She has it all (there’s a reason she took the room with the walk-in closet)

•Struggles with walking home at night thanks to all the times she almost got killed in the Blacksite but keeps up a brave face for Valen’s sake

•Still goes to Sebastian’s room whenever she’s stressed out of impulse, she’s quiet though so he doesn’t mind

Valen

•He’s gotten better at going outside

•Has started making felt puppets, does 18+ puppet shows for the others on weekends, they’re weirdly invested in it

•Has started going to therapy to help him process what he went through in the Blacksite (the only one who’s in therapy finally in this group that’s emotionally mature)

•Started back at the florists

•He’s really struggling with keeping the fact that he’s living with an abomination of nature that may or may not be one of the most dangerous creatures currently living a secret idk

Sebastian

•Has somewhat gotten used to living with other people in a normal way, he really isn’t used to being seen as just “a guy” again y’know? Being seen as an equal is weird

•Argues with Bentley all the time, especially in the morning, Lena and Valen bet on who’s going to win

•He got a custom guitar made for him since Lena has a lot of connections, he almost cried when he received it

•His hair’s longer now (he sometimes ties it up)

•He missed normal food so much oh my god

•His sister’s a tattoo artist so she covered up the branding he received from Urbanshade with a badass anchor snake, the trio approves

•He talks to Valen a lot more due to them having the same mother tongue, yes they drink cerveza cristal, yes he orders it in multiple crates (he hasn’t had a drop of the stuff in years let him live 😭)

•He keeps his door open at night because of the amount of times Lena comes in

•He wakes up later than everyone else because his eyes are still adjusting to the sunlight

•His room has bioluminescent lighting on the walls

•He still has trauma regarding what happened to him and his body so his room gets torn up a lot as a result, he cleans up afterwards though. The others are aware of this and they leave him to do his thing (it’s too risky to approach him in his feral state)

•He’s still an alt guy at heart but he wears a lot of fancy stuff for the sake of his dignity (the fuckass cravat gave me ideas alright?)

•I feel like a lot of old music played throughout the Hadal Blacksite intercoms as a form of psychological torture for its residents so their sense of time could get warped so he kind of got used to it after a while. It plays in his room sometimes

•He overhears EVERYTHING the trio talk about upstairs, the blackmail he has is endless

•He knows about what happened to Bentley’s family, but he never brings it up because he has limits, he’s a condescending asshole but he isn’t a monster (no matter how much he tries to convince himself that he is)

•He knows that SOMETHING happened to Lena that caused her to runaway from home…he can never hear it properly though, he hears her humming a lot at night whenever she’s working on analytics downstairs, it helps him sleep

•He also knows that Valen’s still heavily effected by what he saw in the Blacksite, a part of him feels somewhat guilty considering the monsters being released was his doing but he found out that the others didn’t really blame him for going off the deep end so that guilt isn’t something that haunts him all that much

•Still sells stuff but does it in an incognito way (old habits die hard), wears a massive cloak and does it in really isolated locations like under a bridge or something idk

•He becomes an urban legend in town because of this. Bentley really wants to milk it but he isn’t letting him profit off his likeness

•Yes fat fish Friday is canon here, this man literally has whale dna you can gaslight me all you want he is NOT a twink lmao

•Is surprised that all of them are actually doing a good job at keeping him a secret…

It doesn’t last long though.

[contosobscenos]

O Diário de uma Hotwife – O Dia da Dupla Penetração

Quando vi o perfil de Carlos André e Alexandro no Sexlog, soube imediatamente que precisava ser fodida por aquelas picas gigantescas, pulsantes, grossas como eu sempre imaginei. Mas o que eu queria de verdade era ter os dois, ao mesmo tempo. Seus corpos musculosos, as picas cheias de veias saltadas, firmes como pedra, me deixaram com uma fome insaciável. A maneira vulgar com que eles descreviam suas conquistas acendeu algo dentro de mim que não podia ser ignorado. A ideia de ser tomada por dois homens tão viris já havia fervido na minha mente há tempos, mas não era só a promessa das picas enormes — era também o prazer perverso de ver Renato, o corno, assistindo tudo de perto. Sabia que ele não poderia fazer mais do que observar, impotente, enquanto eu realizava a minha fantasia. A humilhação dele seria tão grande quanto o meu prazer.

Ordenei que Renato organizasse tudo. Eu queria aqueles dois, e ele, obediente, se submeteu sem hesitar. Ele sabia que não era homem o suficiente para me contrariar, ainda mais em um assunto como esse. Com o tempo, ele aprendeu que não tinha escolha: meu desejo era lei. Ele ligou para Carlos e Alexandro, insistiu, negociou, pagou o transporte deles, reservou a melhor suíte no Emoções Motel e até comprou as camisinhas extragrandes. Tudo estava pronto, cada detalhe meticulosamente organizado pelo meu marido, que, na verdade, não passava de um mero assistente no meu teatro sexual.

Naquele dia, eu me preparei como se estivesse indo para uma noite de gala — mas, dessa vez, o evento era pura luxúria. Com a pele lisa, recém-depilada, me arrumei em frente ao espelho. Meu corpo nu, escorrendo de desejo, me fazia sorrir de satisfação. Empinei a bunda, provocando Renato, que não tirava os olhos de mim enquanto fotografava e enviava as fotos para o grupo que havia criado com os dois comedores da noite. Eu o xingava, dizendo que ele se arrependeria se algum deles desistisse. Ele só balançava a cabeça, dizendo que não iria me decepcionar, a voz submissa, como sempre.

Andei nua pela frente do espelho, apenas com os saltos pretos altos, para que ele visse o tipo de mulher que ele nunca seria capaz de satisfazer. Meu corpo pedia por algo que só homens de verdade poderiam dar. Fui até a gaveta e peguei uma microcalcinha vermelha, tão minúscula que era quase um detalhe simbólico. O tecido mal cobria minha pele. Passei lentamente pelo Renato, que nem conseguia disfarçar a frustração, e fui até o closet. Escolhi o vestido metálico dourado, justo o suficiente para marcar cada curva, mas solto o bastante para balançar com cada passo. Vesti-o sem sutiã, deixando que o tecido abraçasse meu corpo, enquanto o decote profundo revelava meus seios quase à mostra. As fendas laterais deixavam minhas pernas nuas à vista, e a microcalcinha vermelha estava ali apenas para provocar, um lembrete de quem controlava tudo naquela noite.

Cada passo que eu dava com meus saltos altos me fazia sentir o poder que eu carregava. Renato sabia disso. Ele olhava, mas não ousava dizer nada. Ele só podia assistir, impotente, à mulher que ele nunca teria completamente. E eu? Eu estava pronta para ser devorada.

Fui até a porta do apartamento, e Renato, patético como sempre, ficava me olhando com a boca aberta, sem reação. Eu estava impaciente, queria chegar logo ao motel. "Vamos logo, porra!", ralhei, para que ele entendesse que não havia tempo a perder. Perguntei se estava tudo certo, se ele não iria deixar nada dar errado. Ele, com a voz baixa, quase sussurrando, respondeu: "Não, Gabi, está tudo certo, os dois confirmaram."

Descemos juntos no elevador, e logo senti o tesão tomar conta de mim. O cheiro da minha buceta ensopada enchia o espaço pequeno, um aroma denso de luxúria que parecia dominar o ambiente. Minha calcinha estava tão molhada que o melzinho escorria pelas minhas coxas, deslizando quente sobre a pele. Quando olhei no espelho, vi uma outra mulher. Não a esposa recatada, mas uma verdadeira puta, pronta para ser devorada. Torci para que algum vizinho entrasse, me visse daquele jeito, com o vestido mal cobrindo meus seios. O corno do Renato não ousava fazer nada, nem uma palavra saía da boca dele. Quando ele tentou tapar parte do meu seio que estava à mostra, dei a ele um olhar feroz. Ele recolheu a mão rapidamente, abaixando a cabeça, submisso como sempre. Ele sabia exatamente o que estava por vir. Seus olhos traiam a mistura de desejo e impotência.

Infelizmente, ninguém entrou no elevador. Talvez o porteiro estivesse assistindo a tudo pelas câmeras, vendo cada detalhe do que acontecia ali, mas ninguém apareceu. E, sinceramente, eu era a estrela daquela noite. Eu sabia disso, e cada passo meu exalava poder.

No carro, o silêncio era pesado. Renato mantinha os olhos na estrada, incapaz de me encarar. Eu olhava pela janela, já sentindo o calor subir entre minhas pernas. A ideia de dois homens, ambos me tomando ao mesmo tempo, me deixava com a respiração pesada. Meus dedos deslizavam discretamente entre minhas pernas, sentindo o quão molhada eu estava. "Dirija e fique quieto", ordenei. "Nem pense em olhar pra minha buceta. Você não merece nem isso, seu frouxo." Renato, obediente, apenas acelerou o carro, enquanto eu já estava perdida nas minhas próprias fantasias.

Quando chegamos ao motel, fomos os primeiros a chegar. Isso me irritou profundamente. Olhei para Renato, com raiva crescendo dentro de mim, já imaginando que ele poderia ter estragado tudo. Ele sabia que eu não toleraria falhas. Entramos no quarto, e eu podia ver o nervosismo no rosto dele. Ele estava com medo, sabia que o peso daquela noite estava nas suas costas. E, pior ainda, o patético estava tentando esconder o pau mole enquanto me observava. Mas eu não me importava. Aquele momento era meu, e eu faria questão de que ele lembrasse disso para sempre.

Pouco depois, o interfone tocou. Atendi com um sorriso já malicioso nos lábios. "Dois homens estão aqui para a senhora", disse a recepcionista. "São negros?", perguntei, sentindo o calor subir. Ela confirmou. "Ótimo. Pode mandar subir. Estou aqui com um corno, esperando por homens de verdade. Apresse-os." Meu corpo inteiro se arrepiou só de imaginar. A antecipação era deliciosa.

Quando Carlos André e Alexandro entraram no quarto, tudo mudou. Meus olhos encontraram os deles, e naquele instante, senti que já estava fodida, antes mesmo de serem tocada. Seus olhares eram cheios de voracidade, a pura definição de desejo bruto. Seus passos eram decididos, como predadores se aproximando da presa. Eu tremi de expectativa, sentindo cada músculo do meu corpo reagir. Eles ignoraram Renato completamente, passando por ele como se fosse uma mera estátua, uma presença invisível, e vieram direto até mim. Isso sim era atitude de homem de verdade. Não precisavam de palavras ou formalidades — eles estavam ali para me devorar, e eu estava pronta para ser usada.

Alexandro começou a me explorar pela frente, suas mãos grandes e firmes deslizando sobre meus seios, enquanto Carlos André me puxava por trás, suas mãos dominando minha cintura e deslizando pelas minhas coxas. Eu estava cercada por aqueles corpos quentes e escuros, suas peles tocando a minha, suas respirações pesadas contra minha nuca e rosto. O cheiro masculino preenchia o ar, carregado de desejo. Quando as línguas deles começaram a explorar minha pele, primeiro na minha boca, depois pelo meu pescoço, seios e bumbum, eu já estava derretendo. De pé, sem conseguir me conter, sentia o calor subindo, a antecipação de ser fodida por eles ali, enquanto Renato, impotente, observava tudo.

Ainda de pé, na ante-sala da suíte imperial do Emoções Motel, senti que meu corpo estava à beira de explodir de tesão. Carlos André foi o primeiro a me mostrar o que eu mais desejava. Com aquele sorriso safado, ele tirou a pica para fora. E que pica. Grossa, pulsante, cheia de veias, o tipo de pau que só de olhar já faz o corpo inteiro arder em desejo. Eu estava de costas para ele, e quando senti a mão dele pegar a minha e me fazer segurar aquele cacete duro, um arrepio percorreu minha espinha. Meus dedos mal conseguiam fechar em volta daquela circunferência espessa, e só de apertar firme, meu corpo começou a reagir. Cada centímetro daquela pica parecia ter vida própria, quente, latejante. Não resisti. Mantive o aperto firme, e instintivamente comecei a me contorcer de tesão, ainda em pé, enquanto risadinhas de puta escapavam dos meus lábios. O prazer subia como fogo, queimando por dentro, e eu gemi alto, só pela sensação de segurar aquilo.

Não era apenas o tamanho da pica de Carlos, era o poder que ele carregava. Ele sabia o que estava fazendo, e eu estava mais do que pronta. Eu estava implorando, sedenta, desesperada para ser tomada por ele.

Com a mão direita ainda segurando firme o pau do Carlos, ele me mordeu a nuca, sua barba roçando na minha pele e me fazendo perder o controle, enquanto sua respiração quente me deixava ainda mais molhada. Sua barba roçava na minha cervical, cada movimento dele me incendiava. Com a mão esquerda, fui em direção ao Alexandro, que me beijava vorazmente. Sua língua sugava a minha com uma força e precisão que me deixava tonta. O tesão era tanto que pedi, sem rodeios, que ele me mostrasse a pica dele também.

Quando senti o pau do Alexandro por cima da calça, fiquei arrebatada. Era ainda maior e mais grosso. Meus olhos se arregalaram, e uma sensação de êxtase me tomou por completo. Aquele era o meu momento. Segurando a pica de Alexandro, senti como se estivesse em um nirvana de luxúria. Era como se eu visse cores, uma explosão de sensações que me dominava.

Com um de cada lado, eu os puxava para dentro do quarto, uma pica em cada mão. Na direita, a tora de 22 centímetros de Carlos André; na esquerda, os 25 centímetros negros e firmes de Alexandro. Eu me sentia poderosa, conduzindo os dois, puxando-os pelas picas como se fossem armas prestes a me devorar. Continua

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[anyamaris]

Title: Requited

Summary: A series of events lead to you having the worst day, and it doesn't help that it's Valentines Day. Your ex, who also happens to be your best friend even after your breakup showing up doesn't help the emotional turmoil inside of you.

Word Count: 2271

Pairing: Ex!BFF!Seonghwa x F!Reader

Trope: Exes to lovers/Fluff/Angst

Rating- T for teen/16+

Warnings: Vulgarity, some angsty thoughts and crying, allusion to previous intimacy as well as possibly bathing together, nothing explicit.

A/N: Well since Hwa is my ex bias, this seemed like a fun idea-thank you to @sanjoongie for suffering with me in regards to Seonghwa. You really helped me bring this to life for Valentines 🤍

Much love to @pars-ley for the GORGEOUS banner and you did it last minute (I told her last night and she delivered perfection!)

As always, so much love to @cafekitsune for the dividers, always supporting us writers 💜

“Ugh, why is this all here?!” 

You yank out the box from the back of the closet, letting out a frustrated sigh as you turn to set it down on the floor.

Your sleeve catches on a hanger and the small box tumbles from your arms, spilling everything inside.

“Goddamnit…” you huff, running your palm over your forehead to push back the errant hairs sticking out everywhere.

You close your eyes for a moment, trying to calm yourself before kneeling to start picking up the mess.

It has been a long ass week and all you really wanted to do was guzzle down a bottle of wine and soak in a long, hot bath.

Ahh…a bubble bath, you think, then curse as intrusive thoughts fill your mind.

It’s been over half a year since you and your ex broke up, but it has been amicable.

The positives of dating your best friend and roommate, you think.

Well….ex boyfriend AND ex roommate.

Luckily, best friend was still ongoing.

Unfortunately, today was Valentine's day and you can’t stop yourself from the memory of last year with Seonghwa.

Today the loss of your relationship seems to be creeping in to taunt you from every angle.  

“Get out of my head, Stupid Seonghwa.” you mutter, finally stuffing the last of his random shit into the box.  

Of course it was a box he’d forgotten to take when he’d left.

Maybe he was having a great Valentine’s, not even remembering the romantic evening you’d planned for him last year.

Why am I even thinking about him?

Your break up had been mutual, yes, but you’d held back the little twinge of doubt about it.

Could you both have worked it out?

You’d both expressed the fear of losing each other completely after a series of arguments that neither of you were willing to compromise on.

Looking back, you can’t even remember what the arguments were over…

Laundry soap?

How to fold socks?

Leaving a towel on the floor?

The best brand of kimchi?

Who the hell knows. 

“Whatever.” you grumble, pushing off your knees to get up, grabbing up the box with you to take to the door.

He can come get it when-

A sharp, stinging pain rips through the arch of your foot and right through the rest of your body, causing you to let out the most offensive curse words your exhausted brain can conjure up.

The box you’ve just picked up drops, and luckily it doesn’t spill its insides this time.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you hiss out, moving your foot to look down at the villainous object that lit up all of your pain receptors like a christmas tree.

You freeze momentarily, then lean over to pick up the object that just destroyed your mood completely.

Of course it’s a fucking LEGO.

Park mother fucking Seonghwa-

Right at that moment, your doorbell rings and you just bite back even more expletives as you snatch up the horrid little plastic piece before making your way to the door.

“Coming!” You call out as someone begins to knock.

As if he was summoned, Seonghwa stands before you with a bright smile.

Instead of putting you into a good mood, his presence only makes you more irritated.

“Ugh…” you grunt at him, turning and walking away without another word.

“Nice to see you too,” he quips, coming inside even though he wasn’t invited.

“I’m trying to clean, Hwa, why are you here?”  

“Can’t I come by and say hello?” he asks, and you let out a slow breath.

You turn to look at him, as he sets down a small plant on your counter.

“What’s that?” You ask, narrowing your eyes at what appears to be a flower.

He looks at it, then turns a sheepish smile on you. 

Fucking hate how gorgeous he is, you grumble inwardly.

“I saw it and thought of you...why are you so grumpy today?” he asks, leaving the gift to walk over to you.

You run your hand over your face, shaking your head at him.

“I don’t know, just a long ass week, and I haven’t slept much, and….” you clench your other hand, the edges of the plastic Lego piece biting into your skin.

“-and then I stepped on your stupid Lego!” you thrust your hand out at him, palm up to present the disrespectful object.

“Ouch…sorry…” he says, walking over to take it from your hand.

He lights up, turning it over in his fingers, “It’s the missing piece I’ve been looking for!”

His brilliant grin has your insides crumbling and you hate that you’re feeling so emotional right now.

Why did he have to come by today of all-

“Are you crying? Did it hurt that badly? Let me see your foot-” he is suddenly ushering you to sit on the couch as you try to process his words.

Crying? You’re not-

You swipe at your face and let out a frustrated sigh at the moisture running down your cheeks.

Before you can protest, he’s kneeling before you, lifting first your right, then left foot to survey any damage done.

“I’m fine, Seonghwa-” you complain, but he just gives you a stern look before returning to his inspection.  

“Just a few little red marks…” he hums, rubbing his thumb gently over the spot where you’d stepped down on it.

You cross your arms over your chest, swallowing back the urge to kick him in his pretty face.

God, what’s wrong with me today?

“I didn’t think you’d be home, honestly.  Glad I took the chance.” He hums, looking up at you with those big brown doe eyes.

“Why? Cause now you have your Lego back?”  you snap at him, then regret it as a momentary look of hurt crosses his face.

He lets out a patient sigh, standing only to settle himself down next to you on the couch.  

“No...I just…” he shrugs, suddenly looking around at anything but you as he chews his bottom lip.

You glance at him from the corner of your eyes, noting how the long strands of his dark hair tease at his cheeks.

Before you can stop yourself, you unfold your arms and reach out to brush them back, startling him enough to stare at you in shock.

“Sorry…it’s gotten long.” you mumble, retracting your hand before you give in to the urge to trace your fingertips over his skin.

He holds your gaze, tugging on a strand and nodding in agreement.

“Do you…like it?” he asks softly, his eyes studying you.

“It’s…nice…” 

“Just nice?” He asks, a little teasing smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“What is it you came for, Hwa?” you ask, redirecting the conversation.

He takes in a deep breath, then lets it out slowly before answering.

“Just...I thought because it’s Valentine’s and maybe you …” he looks down at his fingers, suddenly interested in the state of his nails.

“Maybe I what? Am a pathetic mess because I’m single?” You bite out, hating how your voice wavers.

His head snaps up, brows drawing together.

“No. Why would I ever think that? Seriously?” he retorts and then he’s turning towards you, reaching out to grasp your hands in his.

“We’re friends, best friends…I’ve never once thought you were pathetic. What the hell even makes you think such a thing?”  

Friends.

For some reason, that cuts deep.

It’s been months since you’d both agreed to not be together.

To preserve the friendship.

He’d even moved out to make it easier on both of you; you’d both given in to the physical aspect far too much even after things ended.

Yet here you are, ready to hiss and spit at that term.

“I don’t want to be friends.” 

You freeze as you realize the words have slipped out unintentionally.

“What?” he asks, looking crestfallen.

“Hwa…no…I mean…fuck-” you stutter, angry at how your eyes sting from fresh tears welling up.

He lets go of your hands, cupping your cheeks to brush away the errant tears starting to spill down your face.  

“Don’t-” you try to swat him away, but he slaps at your hands, slipping an arm around you to pull you into a tight hug.

“What’s wrong?” he asks softly, tucking your face into his neck as he pets your hair.  

All of the internal struggles, the pressures of work, the sleepless nights…everything just seems to bubble up and you finally just feel the dam break.

Your hands fist into his soft sweater as you open your mouth and your heart just spills out.

“I feel so lonely, and sometimes it’s too much.  I miss you, I miss the stupid shit you do, I miss the way you get angry over how I leave my shoes or how I don’t dry things before putting them away.  It’s stupid Valentine’s and I was thinking about last year and all I want to do is just drown myself in wine and a bubble bath but I thought about you-” 

His body tenses in your arm, his hand halts, resting on the crown of your head before he’s slowly pulling you back to look at you.

“Shut up, I know it’s stupid, I know we agreed to be friends and I fucking thought I was fine-” 

The rush of words are cut off as his lips find yours.

Stunned, you freeze as the familiar sensation of his tongue prods at the seam of your lips, then you melt into his arms, opening up to allow him access.

His scent surrounds you, a small gasp escaping your parted lips before he’s planting kisses over and over on your mouth.

“I was going to tell you-” he says, breaking away for a moment before he closes the distance again.

“That I missed you too-”

“That I was stupid, I was wrong-” 

“I don’t even remember why we-”

You grasp his face, halting him before he can go on.

“I don’t either, why did we stop?” 

His eyes flick back and forth between yours, and he shakes his head.

That dark silky hair teases at his face and you feel the entire world fall into place.

Your lips quiver as your eyes fill once more, but this time it’s not painful.

It’s not in agony.

He blinks rapidly as he smiles as you, yanking you back to return his mouth to yours.

Time seems to stop, and bleed away as you cling to one another, basking in one anothers embrace before he’s breaking away from you.

“Hey…shhh…” he hums, pulling you into a gentle hug.

You nuzzle at his neck but he shakes his head as you brush your lips over that one place you know gets him going.

“Wait..” he protests, and you pull back to give him a pout.

“Don’t do that…you’re killing me here.” he chastises you, and your stomach flips as he gets a stern look on his face.

Fuck you’ve missed this.

He halts you once more as you go in for another kiss, taking your hands in his.

Confused, you tilt your head at him, about to ask him what’s wrong.

Before you can, he leans in to brush his plush lips over your forehead.

“Shh…I know how quickly things can escalate between us.  While I want that…I want you…I think rushing back into sex isn’t the way I want to begin again.” 

Your heart stutters in your chest, and while the ache between your legs argues against his logic, your mind and heart are in complete harmony about that sentiment.

Still, you give him yet another overdramatic pout.

He lets out a soft laugh, reaching up to flick his fingertip over your lip.

“Temptress.” he teases, and you can only grin as he tugs you back in to cuddle you.

Your entire body liquifies in his arms, and you run your hands over his shoulders, his back, his arms.

“Have you been working out?” you ask him, your voice muffled by his shirt as you rub your face into his chest.

He chuckles, his chin rubbing against your cheek.

“If you still feel the same way tomorrow, maybe I’ll show you.” he offers.

“Mmm…promise?” 

“I promise.” he answers, pulling away a little to look at you.

You hold one another’s gaze for a moment, then he stands and turns towards your kitchen.

“What are you doing?” you ask, watching as he rummages around, pulling out a stemmed glass, then finding a familiar cupboard.

“You said you wanted wine and a bath.  I’m going to give you exactly what you want, angel.” he hums.

Your heart thumps in your chest; firstly because he’s always been so caring and sweet, but also because of the use of his pet name for you.

“I love you, Seonghwa.” you blurt out, knowing you should feel embarrassed but the sudden admission but unable to find it in you to feel anything but relief at the confession.

He smiles softly as he pours the glass, walking back over to hand it to you before placing a kiss on your head.

“I know, angel…I never stopped loving you.”

His words linger in the air as he wanders off, tossing you a peeking glance before he disappears into the bathroom to start running your bath.

The familiar scent of your bubble bath fills the air as you take a sip of the velvety wine.

There’s still a lot to talk about, alot to discuss but tonight…

You stand, glass in hand and try to figure out how you’re going to get him to join you in your tub.