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plaindonutsworld · 2 years

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Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader

I made part two to the Gareth story! Also this is 1st person this time (I, Me, My) next might be in you, your, and that kind of stuff

Part two

Okay, I made this because I thought it was cute but I got a request for a part two, I was going to make it anyway. But I just felt like I should get started now. And this one is longer than the first one, I think.

Warning: Blood, kissing, cussing, fluff, small abuse, injuries, fighting, comfort, and some harassment (somewhat) that may be it but I'm really not too bright so I have forgotten some stuff

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Sunday, 1984 6:58 AM

I picked my head up, tired and drowsy. Finding Gareth in my lap, my hand on his head, bundled in his hair. He was beautiful, and I enjoy his company. His clock on the wall dinged. 7 o'clock, my dad's going to beat the living hell out of me. But I could stay a bit longer, right? I rubbed Gareth's head softly, for maybe 5-10 minutes. Then stood up, softly moving him off of me, and he let out a small groan. "Huh? Where are you going, Sweetheart?" He said picking his head up drowsily and blinked a few times. "Nowhere, go back to sleep" I said rubbing his back, sitting next to him as he drifted back into his sleep.

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Sunday, 1984 9:30 AM

I'm so dead meat at home, but the house smelled nice. I had made breakfast, waffles, side of bacon and eggs and some lovely coffee for me and grabbed a Dr. Pepper for "Gareth The Great". Even though Gareth made sure I never did his house work, I had already cleaned the dishes, bathroom, his room, done the clothes and cleaned the kitchen and living room.

Gareth had started stirring around, he got up from the couch, house was clean and breakfast was on the table. "Y/N, did you do this? The house? And some food?" He said walking up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, he was shirtless and good God was he hot. The way he said he was always cold, but his body was so warm, he eyes were gentle, and I could feel his soft abs through my shirt. I nodded while washing the remaining dishes. "I told you four billion times that you do not clean here, I do. Got it?" He said, his morning voice was raspy and quite deep. Definitely a turn on for most people, I was most people yet I wasn't in the 'mood'. I groaned and turned around, now facing him. "But you don't clean like I do! Plus your house can get quite dirty sometimes, which isn't too pleasant when HellFire is over. And then you've got your shirts in the floor issue. I'm sorry babe but I refuse to le-" He cut me off, and with a long, yet sweet kiss. Which obviously melted my heart and I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I love you, but shut up" "Awww you love me?" "No, I think you're a horrible being." It came out so fast like he was certain. He said it so flatly. Did he mean it? "Of course I love you! And don't ever think otherwise, got it Sweetheart?" Sweetheart. The name that made me melt like butter. I nodded and swiped a kiss before running out the door yelling out. "Love you too, eat your food I'm running home!" And I was infact running home, I need to face your dad.

It has been atleast half an hour, I have never realized how far I lived, and I actually lived 30 minutes away from Gareth, and that was driving! Maybe I should have had Gareth drive me home, my current location wasn't even halfway home right now. Which I have to admit, sucks. As I arrived in town I heard the large clock ding, 11:00. Amazing, Dad wanted me home sooner but here I am, dying in this heat, sweating, and not to mention I already tripped four times. Maybe long bell-bottoms weren't the way to go. I just kept walking, and heard a car horn behind me. I turned around to see a older man. Okay he was like early 30's, so older than me. "Hey pretty lady, come on in my car. It'll cost you though." Ew. This old man was trying to get me to come home with him. Not to mention I was only 14. Minor safety at it's peak, how lovely. I turned around and began walking again, but someone grabbed my wrist. "I said. Get in the car." "What!? Ew! No!" "Get. In. The. Car."

The next thing I knew he was on the ground. And holy shit, your peaceful Gareth was beating him into the concrete. His hands were bloody, and the man had gotten up and threw your boyfriend onto the ground hitting the mess out of him. You needed to do something, and fast. "Get off of him!" You screamed, trying to pull the man off, yet he just threw you into his van door, you head slammed into it, knocked out. You awoke not much longer, maybe a minute later. Gareth was against the wall, his face was bloody, so were his hands, his clothes, his hair wasn't very fluffy anymore, he had cuts all over him, bruises, possible black eye and it looked like the list went on. You stood up, wincing. Killer headache, great. You saw a metal pole, this would help you out right now, eh? You picked it up, okay your boyfriend is getting he blood beat out of him, but suddenly Gareth had thrown him into the wall, and was messing this man's face up. Was it even the same creep? It was back and forth, man beat Gareth, Gareth beat man. You ran up behind the man, POW. You had just knocked this dude out with a pole. He fell to the ground, your eyes and Gareth's followed his back to the ground, then looked at each other quickly. "Y/N! You- you just knocked him out with that? Nevermind that, are you okay? Come here!" He said pulling you into his arms then grabbing you face looking you over. "Your head! It's... Well it's bleeding!" He cared way too much. "My head's fine, you don't look too sharp. Y-your face, and your arms, you look like you just got out of a meat grinder. Are YOU okay?" I said just above a whisper, cupping his face gently. "I'm fine, just go get in the car. Please?" (Yes, he drives illegally) His eyes were too much to say no to. I kissed his forehead and went to the car, looking at my hands as I sat down. It was a few minutes later before Gareth got in the car, but he got blood pretty much everywhere. "What took you so long?" "Just had to take a breather"

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What really happened:

"Listen here, you touch her again. You won't be so lucky. You're just glad she was here, or I'd be in jail for murder. Got it, Creep?" Gareth had the man by his collar, pinned to the wall. The man nodded quickly and scrambled away.

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We pulled up at my driveway and I got out, Gareth was about to drive away when I made him get out too. "Get inside this house so I can clean you up. Or I will just have to leave you." That was enough for him to get out. "I'll distract my dad, and you run to my room" "What?" "Just do it"

I walked through the door, and found my dad asleep on the couch, and motioned for Gareth to go. Which he did, I never saw him run so slow though. "Look what the dog dragged in" My dad said, grabbing my arm. "You're pretty late, don't you think so?" I kept my eyes of the ground, but looked up to see Gareth watching from a corner. I flashed a warm, comforting smile. I knew he'd do something if my dad decided to do anything, but Gareth wasn't in the condition to do anything. Yet sure enough my dear ol' dad was drunk. He practically threw me into our fireplace, tossing his glass bottle at me. Which busted, cutting me up. And I was unfazed, this was normal, I'd grown used to it, but I saw the fear, worry, and anger in Gareth's eye.

While my ever so loving father laughed, Gareth was marching up to him, throwing the hardest punch I'd ever seen. When did he get THAT strong? He was definitely out cold. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me to my room, slamming and locking my door. "No." He said flatly. "No? What did I do?" "It's not you, it's him. Pack your stuff, you're moving in with me." "What? No it's fine. Just sit down Babe. You can't take much more of this. Let me clean you up atleast." I sat down on my bed, and looked at me, he sat down as well. "Im not taking no for a answer, you can get me cleaned up, as long as you move in with me." He played that card, and I wasn't going to let him leave my house without being treated. "Fine, just come on." I said dragging him to the bathroom.

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Sunday, 1984 12:36

"Hold still!" I yelled at him, sitting in his lap, cleaning the cut on his face. "You shouldn't have done that" I whispered to him. "Oh but I did. Both of the times. That creep was looking at you. And the man who helped you into this world could have took you out" He said swiping a kiss and smiling. He's just like a little kid. "Alright, get in the shower, you've still got blood on you. I'll find some clothes I stole- I mean you left here." "Yea... 'left' here " He said smiling as I got off him and leaving. I walked back in while he had just got undressed, my jaw dropped and I closed my eyes. "It's called a lock!" "Oh come on Sweetheart, it's nothing you haven't seen before!" "Shut up! Just take your clothes!" I was bright red, practically a tomato. "You're not getting in with me?" "Umm no! You told me to get packing so I best hop to it!" I said making my way out of the bathroom and back into my room, hearing him yell dramatically. "Why must you do thissssss!"

I let out a light chuckle and grabbed a bag, or two, or three. Okay maybe six bags, but they had important stuff going to be put in them. You got to work grabbing the best clothes then the rest, chucking them in a bag. Then you moved to makeup, then the hair supplies, and finally the stuff that hit home, like a picture of you and your mom when you were a small kid. And your first stuffed animal, or your favorite blanket. Which was your baby blanket 'Maddie' as you called it. "Y/N, you almost done?" "Huh? Oh, yes! Just a fe-" you were interrupted by a loud clatter under your bed. Your head, as well as Gareth's whipped to look, you knew what it was but your boyfriend didn't and he looked suspicious. He walked slowly over, and you ran and slid on your knees, reaching under the bed, pulling out your grey and white kitten. "Timmy!" You yelled out.

"Timmy?" "Timmy!" "Timmy." "Timmy!"

"That's a Timmy?" He questioned. "Yea, turns out she's a girl but we already had a name picked out." "We?" He stared blankly at you. "Me and Robin of course! Wait can he come? Please? My dad won't feed her. But I will, you won't even know she's there!" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fine fine fine. I'll talk to my mom." "Thank you so so so SO much! Here just pet her!" You said holding Timmy out. "No thanks I'm good" "Please?" You said, big puppy dog eyes and he knew he wasn't going to win this one. "Fine" He said grabbing the cat, petting her softly and she was starting to purr. "She's okay I guess"

The kitten jumped off him, and a few seconds later and I jumped in Gareth's lap, shoving him onto his back on the bed. He winced. I hurt him. I quickly scrambled off him, not wanting to further hurt him. "I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you! I... I just... I didn't mean to, it was an accident! I'm sorry I don't know what got into me, I knew you were hurt yet I sti-" He pulled me into his arms, and kissed me, pulling me in tighter, I could almost feel the pain he was going through, just to kiss me. "You uhh... You ramble. A lot" He said breaking the kiss, and holding me close but held his side with one hand. Hoping I wouldn't notice, but I did. "Hey? Are you okay?" I said moving his hand, and lifting his shirt. Instant horror shot across my face. "Babe, I'm going to be right back." He had a horrible gash on his side, like he was slammed into something then they ripped his skin.

After I finally got him cleaned up, he was perky already, nagging me to finish getting my stuff together. He grabbed all my bags, despite all my protests. "Just grab the kitten, Sweetheart."

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Monday, 1986 11:53 AM

It had been 3 years since I moved in with him. And his best friend was dead, Eddie was gone. Gareth became the DM of HellFire, but he claims it wasn't the same. Not without Eddie. So he became slightly depressed, and joined the gang to help kill Vecna. And he was quite shocked to hear everything that went on in Hawkins.

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Part three?

I am definitely making a part three to this. I'm invested, this will definitely be a fix it, small spoiler for next part, *in code*, Fangs.

I'll let everyone sit on that for a bit, this part was longer than the last and I'm glad I could write it so fast. Part three should be out by the 26th. Excited for anyone to read!

#gareth emerson #gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson x y/n #stranger things #stranger things gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson x you

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forestdragoncat · 1 year

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4, 7, and 9 from the WotR asks?

4. What were the pivotal/defining moments in your KC's playthrough?

Ok, let's see...

I would say that the very beginning, with Argenta "arriving" to Kenabres was already a defining moment, and not only because of obvious reasons. It was the moment when she finally snapped out of her near-lethargic state she was in since the tragic demise of her last adventuring group*. No better remedy from melancholy than suddenly being amidst Abyssal invasion!

Then there is the gargoyle attack and the whole Lost Sanctuary. The old Argenta would have done the same thing Woljif did... But the one that carried the memory of The Jewelled Wings (and whose grief-coping mechanism is copying her dead NG leader when making important decisions, because he was so much better then her as person) did what a goody-two-shoes fool would do - went right to the slaughter with a rescue operation. And even succeeded! Why. How. Wow.

But the most pivotal was the 4th Act as a whole, i think. During it happended two important character developments:

Argenta suddenly realized that she is no longer doing good only because that's what her team would have wanted, but because she wants to do it herself, too. To make the world a slightly better place, to do what must be done, to see people smile, yada yada, just not make her say it out loud and do flowery speeches. She is a little bit shy and also has an image to maintain, even if she is CG now ;)

Her stress and fear levels probably rised so high here that they broke the stress-fear-meter so hard, it went into negative numbers. And as a result She Has No More Fucks To Give anymore about any life-threatening situations. And so she subsequently spited and flipped off Nocticula, Mephistopheles, Baphomet and Areshkagal. Also first spited and then played along with Areelu... Only to flip her off too. She is feeling very liberated :3

7. How did they react to/feel about Galfrey stripping them of their rank?

I mean, Argenta has expected to be kicked out of her Commander position since day one, literally. But the part with vacation to the Abyss surprised even her, Galfrey can add that one to the list of her personal achivements.

But not that surprised that Argenta didn't already prepared a stash of a pre-writen letters to home for a whole year, to be sent one per month in case of her absence/death. And in the very last one she wrote that she "will be venturing to Tian Xia and probably won't be able to write home anymore", and to not worry about her. Because Argenta would hate to make her mom and step-mom sad.

(I was partially inspired by that poem by Sasha Kladbische. It's beautiful and also makes me cry a river 😢)

9. Any NPCs important to your KC?

If we are talking about companions, then Woljif, Arueshalae, Ember and Aivu are in a very, very short list of people Argenta would die for. Or, more accurately, face a 99% chance of dying. As in "jump in front of them to catch lethal strike/bolt of magic". And she actually did so with Woljif - during the Fleshmarkets fight some demon hurled a lightning bolt to his back and Argenta panicked and shielded him with her body. She was fine afterwards, thanks to Azata's resistance to electricity, and mumbled something about how this was so stupid and that she could have just pushed him, for Gozreh's sake. After that day Woljif got a new type of nightmares, tho he was probably not the only one :')

If we are talking about non-companions, then Hand of the Inheritor. Argenta never expected that she will get so attached to the angel of Heaven, or that she will like his company so much, but she did. And she saw him as a pillar of strength of sorts... Before he abruptly left her in Nocticula's palace. She wasn't horrified by the "truth" about her powers, because she already suspected as much, but Hand's departure really shook her to the core. She was still hellbent on saving him afterwards, thought, didn't hold any grudge and invited Hand to visit her Court anytime if he desires to do so.

Also Aranka, Ilkes and Thall, and Free Crusaders as whole. They are the little shades of her life (Argenta never uses "light" or "sunshine" as a terms of endearment), bear strong resemblance to her passed friends and hold the same ideals, are one of the nicest people she ever met... And also look up to her?! Why would anyone look up to her, like she is some kind of a... hero, or something??? She isn't like that!

...But she will absolutely hate to dissapoint those people who put so much faith in her (even if they shouldn't have done that, that's stupid, please stop but please don't), so-o-o she will try her best. But prepare to be dissapointed, just in case. Then it will hurt less. She would know... But spirits forbid someone messes with them. Then it's mama bear time. Argenta was more or less cool when Galfrey treated her like she did, but how dare she treat her Free Crusaders like that?! They are helpful! They are sweet! They are amazing! And brave!

(The meeting in Iz was very scary indeed)

*The Jewelled Wings, team of four adventurers, Isari, the NG half-elf cleric of Sarenrae, (who was the leader of the group), Chaedan'Uhvir, the NG tuvian human bard (a mom friend and a wonderful storyteller), Cinty, the CG halfling arcanist (the heart of the group and friendship-bracelets maker) and Argenta herself, the CN dhampir shaman (the sour supporter and jack-of-all-trades, thanks to the spirits). There is more to the story, but to be brief i will just say that while traveling with them Argenta had a frienship arc similar of that of Woljif during the game, you know, a place of acceptance, true friends, more or less happy times... except one rueful day they all died, and Argenta stayed, all heartbroken, lost and guilt-ridden. Whoops.

#thank you! <3 #ask #my ocs #argenta lining

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 1 year

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Cryptic Sister.

[Setose River, 13:20]

Jeez...That sure took a while. Those security officers really don’t mess around.

Actually Shuichi, them messing around is the very reason it took so long. To think, they cordoned this area off. To think, they block the public from entering this district without even doing any investigating themselves...It’s a joke.

I have to agree. Besides, what’s cordoning the area off going to do? If we’re dealing with toxic gas, then surely it would end up spreading?

I guess I am grateful they provided us these hazmat suits though.

*Wearing hazmat suits and helmets, and driving a buggy down the riverside, both provided to them by the local police, Kyoko and Shuichi eventually arrive at the location they were headed.

So...this must be...

Yep...

*The step out of the buggy and approach a familiar pile of dead cows, all lining next to the river.

Jesus...Look at the poor things...I hate the fact that I’ve gotten used to seeing dead things...

What happened to them?

...

*Kyoko approaches one of the cows, lying dead on it’s side, and crouches down to examine it. It’s eyes are rolled back in it’s head and it’s tongue is hanging out. Shuichi crouches down next to her.

There’s no doubt about it. These creatures definitely died of some sort of toxin. Look at their complexion.

Hm...you’re right. The veins in their eyes appear to be a different color as well.

But it’s strange...

*Kyoko stands up again and looks around.

This area of the river doesn’t have any energy structures of any kind. No factory’s or power plants. Plus, there’s nothing to suggest that one might be hidden somewhere...

In fact...Maybe the local authorities were wrong about the toxic gas...?

What do you mean?

*Kyoko looks down at the cow’s tongue, limping out of it’s mouth.

Of course...it must be-

???: HYYAAAGGH!

DUUHUGH!

MS KYOKO!?

*As Kyoko leans down to touch the cow’s mouth, she’s suddenly tackled from behind and pinned to the floor.

NGH! Wh-What the hell!?

Who the heck’re you!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THEM!?

Hey! Get off of!

...!

WHAAAGH!?

*Shuichi grabs the mysterious woman pinning Kyoko down by the shoulder, but she grabs his arm and flings him over her head with minimal effort.

Drgh...! GUGH!

Who are you!?

Wh-What are you doing!?

Why are you HERE!?

*PUNT!* *FSSSH!*

AAGH! MPPH!

*The woman kicks Shuichi in the stomach and pins him to the wall. As she blurts out questions, she grabs Shuichi’s helmet and pulls it off. Shuichi clasps his mouth, hoping to stop any poisons getting in.

Hey! Let him go, and put your hands in the air!

!!?

*Kyoko aims a gun at the woman, who releases Shuichi, drops his helmet, and puts her hands in the air as demanded.

Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you. Shuichi, put your helmet back on.

Um...alright Ms Kyoko...but actually, I feel pretty alright. It doesn’t feel like there are any toxic gasses here after all.

And this...lady...seems to be fine as well.

Well, of course there isn’t. The toxins ain’t in the air. They’re in the water itself.

...

*Kyoko removes her own helmet and takes a deep breath.

...I see...I thought as much, looking at how the cows are, but I couldn’t be too sure.

They took a nice little drink like they always do, but then they suddenly started to keel over and die one by one. Fortunately, I was able to save most of the cattle, but not these poor guys.

So...I take it you’re the owner of these cattle?

They actually belong to my company, Yokohama Shelters. There’s a farm near here that takes care of them.

I grew up in pretty shoddy areas, so I’m usually asked to take care of them when no one else can.

Yokohama shelters? So you work for them?

Isn’t Yokohama Shelters...?

It’s an organization that cares for people and animals in need, such as the homeless or orphans. They were rather important to Japan’s recovery after the Tragedy began dying down.

But then why did you attack us!?

Well, t’be honest, I reckon’d you guys were the one’s behind the toxic river. The fact that you were wearin’ big ugly hazmat suits definitely doesn’t help your case.

But then you were acting all confused about how you weren’t dying, which gave away you’re just as lost here as I am.

That’s...fair...but it’s still worth looking before leaping, surely!

Okay then...tell me who you guys REALLY are.

We’re members of the Future Foundation, invistigating this incident. I’m Kyoko, and this is Shuichi.

Kyoko...Kyoooko...Wait! A-Are you tellin’ me you’re Kyoko Naegi!? The Foundation Chairwoman!? And this kid...he’s the Branch 2 Chief!?

Wait, you know who we are?

I’m sorry, have we met before?

No, no, we haven’t met yet. But I’ve heard a helluva lotta stories about you two.

My name’s Eden. Eden Owari.

Wait, Owari!?

Owari...?

...

...I see...Tell me, you wouldn’t happen to know anyone by the name of AKANE Owari, would you?

Sure do. Akane’s my older sister. We grew up together. Pretty sure you know her too.

Ah, so you’re one of Akane’s sisters! Now that I look, I can definitely see the resemblance!

B-But wait a second...how and why are you here? I thought the police cordoned this area off.

I tried to tell the local cops what happened, but they just jumped to it being a poison gas leak they needed to clear. So while they were blockin’ people out, I hid somewhere until they cleared out.

I was thinkin’ that the people who poisoned the river might show up soon, so I was just lying in wait. Then you two showed up an’...well, you know the rest.

Hey...Ms Kyoko...Since she’s Akane’s sister, do you think we can let her in on what we’re doing here? She doesn’t seem to trust the local force, so I doubt she’ll go tattling to them.

Hm...I suppose that’s fine. It would be good to have someone on backup in case things go south.

Listen Eden. Future Foundation believe the poisoned water may be the fault of Organization Zetsubou, our enemies. We believe that they might have a secret institute somewhere around here.

Huh...I see...So some crooks really are behind this after all?

In that case, if you’re looking for any sorts of secret institutes, there’s none ‘round here. I reckon if you follow the river that way, you might come across something.

I know the path well. If you want, I can take you!

That’s really kind of you.

Even so, we must refuse. We don’t know what our enemies are planning, which means where we’re going could be very dangerous, and the last thing we want is to put a civilian like you at risk.

Alright, fair enough. What should I do then?

I understand it’s difficult to take the local force seriously at times like this, but the only reason they’re issuing these demands is to protect everyone. For now, I suggest you take their advice and get to a safe location.

Once the Foundation takes care of it, the river should be purified. Once it is, we’ll let you know it’s safe to take your cows to drink here again.

Alright, gotcha. Sorry again for the misunderstandin’ you two.

If there’s anything I may do to assist you, just give me a call. The shelter’s number is here.

*Eden hands both of them a copy of her business card. They take it and pocket it.

Thank you. I hope we meet again.

As do I. Good luck.

*Eden starts to head off, as per Shuichi’s request.

Hm...So that’s Akane Owari’s sister...She’s not what I expected her to be...

I know what you mean. Sure, there are many similarities between the two. They look alike and talk alike...and brawl alike...But there’s an air of dignity and properness to her that her older sister lacks.

What a strange family...

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #danganronpa 1 #dr1 #danganronpa v3 #drv3 #danganronpa new world order #drnwo #kyoko kirigiri #shuichi saihara #eden owari #rise and shine arc

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valeskakingdom · 2 years

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Oswald Cobblepot (part 18)

*days later*

After the attempt to kill Theo Galavan, it became quite around Scarlet again. So quiet that some people thought she'd be out of town. She didn't kill people, she didn't kidnap anyone - there was nothing she did. She practically ghosted through the city, if she even went outside. Nobody knew it as said. Even the police wondered that nothing happened any further. Every day they thought the big crash was coming any minute, they figured on any murders she eventually did, they figured on any hate speeches how she will subordinate Gotham with her visions and thoughts - but there was nothing.

Scarlet did that because she was thinking.

She admitted for herself, killing Theo was no thing she couldn't do alone. It was something like a major exam. You need to put a lot of afford and time in it, you needed to obtain a detailed overview of the whole situation, you needed several other plans for every other scenario, in case the main plan did not work. You also needed men, several men. Why? The answer is simple: First of all, you needed actor in that way that they distract Theo from several activities through speaking to him. These certain actors needed to act like they were about to start partnerships with him or simply wanted to talk about work as if they were colleagues. The next group of men were the marksmen. You needed one in every corner, practically like a circle, that even if one misses the shot, several others could hit him. Then there was the third group of men. The third group should eliminate all Theo's clients that he wasn't able to find any help nor that he could defend himself from his enemies.

But that wasn't all, you also needed several equipment, spy equipment like a thermal imager, microphones, many weapons, walkie-talkies, protective gears and more.

Now the question was: where would she get that all? Indeed, she could ask her little friends from her father's company, but they weren't enough. She needed much more men - and much more equipment.

So who else?

Almost everyone of the Maniax were dead, Jerome was dead... and like you couldn't just look for any guy asking him to kill people without being recognized - especially when you're someone like her. She indeed could ask the junkies or the homeless but they weren't professionals - and she needed professionals.

Was there any other option?

Yes, there was. Its name was Oswald Cobblepot. He was the king of Gotham, the one who currently ruled the underworld. The one who eventually had connections to Fish Mooney and Carmen Falcone, a big boss with many weapons and many men who'd kill without asking why - and that was perfect for Scarlet and her thoughts. This was the final opportunity she had to kill her worst current enemy.

And that's her current plan for now: Finding Cobblepot, make a deal, work with him, kill Galavan.

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It was the late noon where Scarlet decided to make her way to Oswald's little residence of darkness. Many people, nobody would recognize her in that massive crowd, enough distraction. She'd be like a ghost in the city, nobody would see her walking, nobody would sense her appearance. She left her little apartment with her long black gown again that she looked like an old lady. Just some of her white highlights were visible.

The people outside walked past her as if she wasn't present, as if she was the ghost of town. Nobody sensed her presence, nobody recognized her, they rammed her shoulder and spatted at her as if she was nobody specific - for Scarlet it was just perfect. She didn't need to take much afford in a costume or anything, her dyed hair and gown was enough.

It didn't take that long until she arrived his residence. It was an old house that was giving a dark atmosphere somehow. Not very welcoming for a usual person, for Scarlet it was no problem though.

She pressed on the door bell and waited for the door to be opened. But instead of Oswald, a big kinda chubby man opened the door. He tried to look horrific with his facial expression and posture, probably tried to scare Scarlet away, which didn't work obviously.

"Yeah?" The man raised his eyebrows and faced Scarlet with a contemptuous look a huge lack of respect.

"I need to talk to Oswald." Scarlet said without nothing further. She didn't need to tell any butler a thing. Like not everybody needs to know what she wants from him, right?

"Like everybody does. Now drop dead!" This man was about to shut the door in front of Scarlet's face but she smashed her hand on the door and held it open. The man flinched a little in surprise, barley believing how strong this woman actually was.

"That's very impolite to shut the door in front of my face, don't you think? Especially when this person is not 'everybody'. Has your mother not taught you manners?" She revealed her face a little, but enough that this man recognized her, his eyes widened enormously when he saw her face. He couldn't believe that it was her, he was talking to.

"Scarlet Patel" He almost said in a whisper.

"The one and only" She dropped a curtesy with a huge smirk on her face "Now that you know me, will you let me in? I don't like to waste my time with nonsense." And immediately, the man made way for her that Scarlet could enter the house.

"So where is he?" Scarlet faced the man with a questioning look.

"Right there" The man lead her to a door that was in the middle of the hallway. It was a dark and old wooden door that already expressed evil and horror. The man walked to the door, knocking on it and opened the door "Sir? A lady was asking for your attendance"

"I have no time for any stupid conversations with street men or usual folks, Butch!" Oswald hissed angrily and annoyed while sitting on a wooden chair, right in front of the chimney "I told you, I need to think. I can't permit myself to get distracted!"

"Well, I assume I'm not one of the usual folks," Scarlet entered the room, she saw Oswald's posture changed immediately - he seemed surprised and shocked when he heard her voice "So I guess you wouldn't mind a stupid conversation?"

"S-Scarlet Patel. I-I... What a pleasure to meet you. With what do I have the honor that you pay me a visit?" Oswald seemed nervous and maybe even a little scared of her. Everybody knew her, she would kill everybody who might be rude to her thought he was something better. On the other hand he was thinking: the fact he was good with Jim Gordon, he could easily call him to turn her in. On the other hand, depending on her favor he could ask her to help him killing Theo Galavan. She could help him getting back his mother! That would make things a lot easier, he thought.

"The pleasure is all mine," Scarlet smirked, she liked seeing him a little anxious. That showed he was showing her a lot of respect "And well, I thought since you're the King of the Underworld, you might help a little psycho with her issues."

"Oh sure! What can I do for you?" He offered her to take a seat, which Scarlet accepted "Butch, get us something to drink!" And that's what the butler did. He grabbed a bottle of Oswald's best whiskey in the shelf and two glasses and placed them right in front of them.

"So you follow the news? Then you know that Theo Galavan killed Jerome," Scarlet nipped on her drink "And I tell you a secret. He used Arkham inmates like me for his own good. I want that fucker dead, you know?"

"Oh really?" Oswald sounded happy about this claim and maybe a little surprised "That great, Scarlet." You can't imagine how happy he was in this moment. That would make things a lot easier when she even wanted to kill him, too!

"Why's that?"

"Unfortunately," Oswald let out an annoyed and kind of angry sigh "He found out my weak spot and played a little trick on me." He thought back about his mother how she'd be tortured by Galavan, how she screams Oswald's name and for help, how she hopes Oswald would one to rescue her very soon. It was a horrible thought for him. How could someone do this to a mother?

"Oh, that's typical for him, I figured. At first he's the friendly guy from your neighborhood who then turns into the pure evil. He does that with everybody" Scarlet stretched her body and leaned back in the chair "But tell me what did he do to you? Did he steal your money? Or your weapons? Did he kill a few of your men?"

"He-..." Oswald coughed slightly as he interrupted himself, it was almost a shame for him to say it to Scarlet. He knew she would laugh at him since she never had a good relationship to any parent "He kidnapped my mother..."

"Wow, Oswald!" Scarlet let out a slight laughter "Didn't know you're a little mama's boy." In a way, she found it funny that the big Oswald Cobblepot was dependent from his mother. He usually behaved like the big boss itself but now when something included his mother, he turned into a little helpless and whiney child.

"I'm not a mama's boy..." He hissed a little angrily and clenched his fists, he hated being called like that "I just care a lot about my mother as she cares a lot about me. Something that you just have in your dreams!"

"Oh, Oswald" Scarlet acted surprised about his behavior "Didn't know you could be that bold" She actually laughed at him. How whiney and childish could an adult be? And he should be the king of Gotham? Pfft! Ludicrous! "Momma wouldn't be proud of you seeing this ungrateful behavior towards a lady"

"My mother is always proud of me..." Oswald kept hissing, gritting his teeth, he was about to explode. His head reddened, his veins almost popped out of his head and neck. Oh, he was angry. He hated that Scarlet provoked him that much. He hated that it worked at all. He hated that she could control him like that, right now he hated her so much it was indescribable.

"One good thing my parents taught me was never to reveal any of your weak spots. If my father sat here, he would have grabbed his baseball bat and smashed your brain in" Scarlet started to cackle while Oswald just kept glaring at her full of hatred "Funny, isn't it?" Then she stopped laughing abruptly and let out a relieved sigh "So, Oswald...what are we gonna do next? How do we kill Theo Galavan?"

"So it's a 'we'?" Oswald raised his eyebrows questioning. On the one hand he was pleased about that claim, because he saw Scarlet was willed to cooperate with him, on the other hand he wasn't sure how certain things would turn out then. He had visions of her treating him like a butler and how he had to do the whole work, which he didn't like at all. He wasn't bossed around by Fish Mooney way enough, now it was his time to command.

"We follow the same target. Galavan took a Person each from us where he knows it would make us weaker, so we both wanna take revenge on him. And how does it work best? Just if we both work together. We create a master plan with men, weapons and a perfect murder in his house to get back what's ours." For sure, Scarlet knew no one could bring back Jerome, but at least she'd take revenge for his death on Theo. At least she'd then knew Jerome's killer would no longer live on that shitty earth and try to become the most popular man in Gotham.

"You've got a point in there, Scarlet." Oswald said agreeing with a nod.

"Didn't expect something else" Scarlet smirked, crossing her legs on the table while drinking off her Whiskey "And I've got the perfect plan for that"

"Tell me"

"We look up for his further activities first like...any charities, interviews, whatever...anything he's doing. A little group of our men wait outside as spies and marksmen, the other group, including us, enters with us the certain area. Some of them are the markmen, others knock out Theo's men that he is all alone. You and me make our way to him, he is slightly panicking, watching for his men to leave fast but oh! None of them is there! Our men come across and will lead him back to us. Now we could easily shoot him but...please, that's too boring. We will kill him in my playful way." Scarlet smirked wide, she knew Oswald wouldn't say no to this plan. He couldn't. This plan was too good.

"Fantastic!" Oswald cheered "And to rescue my mother, I've got an ace in the hole." He whistled, that Butch entered the room after he opened the door.

"Sir?"

"Bring me the knife, Butch" Oswald smiled wide, he knew Scarlet would love his idea. How could she not? He knew weapons were hee guilty pleasure, everything about it awakened her interest. Butch nodded and hurried up with bringing the knife since Oswald didn't like to let his special guests wait in general.

"The knife?" Scarlet frowned - her interest was awakes for sure when it was about knives. But what kind of knife? And why would it help to rescue his mother? Assault rifles are much more effective. With just a knife, too many mistakes could happen.

"It's not just any knife, Scarlet. It's Johnathan Wayne's knife." Oswald smirked "It's was owned by the Wayne family centuries ago - and Theo Galavan is looking up for the knife. He wants to kill little Bruce Wayne as an avenge because centuries ago, Johnathan Wayne cut Theo's ancestor's hand off." At the same time, Butch came back with a huge butcher knife.

"I see," Scarlet glanced at the knife when it was placed on the table, it was a big sharp knife with "It's a pretty knife" Scarlet grabbed it and swung it around "I can understand Theo why he wants that knife so badly." She held the blade on his throat with a smirk "We could kill Theo with that knife. A stab right in his neck"

"Please," Oswald gulped and slowly pushed the knife away from his throat "I think, I have a better how to rescue my mother than ringing him the knife."

"Like what?" Scarlet frowned. She was confused by his sudden choice of words now. Why did he change the plan immediately? Did something better come into his mind?

"I chopped a hand off my butler Butch to send him to Theo. He should think I've gone insane by all the happenings in the past. He should be scared to death when he's at Theo's and he should ask him for a job-..."

"So we get him from the inside" Scarlet said thinking, playing with her lower lip "I like that. But if your plan fails, it will make it harder to kill him. Although...nah, I'll figure out a plan. Won't be insoluble, will it?"

"Oh surely no," Oswald smiled "So it's set? We have a plan?" He asked her with shining eyes. He loved to see her euphoria in all the planning and thinking. He loved to see how much afford she put in all that to make it seem perfect.

"Oh we do, Oswald." Scarlet smirked wide "We definitely do"

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HEY, SO I'M LIKE REALLY SAD

Keep in mind that everything I'm going to be talking about is from a lore-perspective- now that Purgatory 2 is over, I just want to gather my thoughts about it; obviously though, Purgatory 2 was such an amazing project filled with so much love and dedication and I kinda wished it lasted a few more days, just so everyone had more time to hang out on the server )))):

This is just me saying that I miss everyone hanging out and I feel dead and empty and I MISS MY MAPACHINHOS MANNNN WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DOOOOOO- but anyways-

So, q!Aldo won Purgatory 2, but from my understanding, he wasn't even granted his freedom off Egg Island. The last thing we see of him is his body floating in a pool of lava as ElQuackity says that he will be a part of Purgatory 3; and this makes me think that he will be subjected to the same fate that Cellbit and Baghera did: a permanent worker/resident/hunter on the island; another pawn for the Watcher to play with and manipulate. This is incredibly tragic because don't know what happened to everyone else that wasn't a part of the main server; they might have been brought back to their homes- but I still find that sad because that means q!Aldo's prize for winning was exchanged for his freedom, or we can assume that everyone who was eliminated was executed which hurts to think about, actually.

The entire nature of Purgatory is tragic, and it's meant to hurt, but I don' t think I realized that until Purgatory 2 because after the first, even though the ending was tragic, I knew most people would survive and return, and I even held faith that the Eggs would come back- and they did!! But, this time, there is no "coming back" for the other competitors; they weren't tied down to Quesadilla Island like some participants were. I felt the same sadness I did when I watched Squid Game a few years ago, except it's heightened because they weren't given a chance to escape. There is no going home. There is no freedom. There is no chance of escape for them. Which kinda makes sense on one level, if you don't want the world to find out there is an island that organizes death competitions and could bomb them for their war crimes-

ANYWAYS I'M RAMBLING NOW---

But yeah- there is a deep sadness whenever I think about that finale of q!Bad looking back at q!Guaxi, q!Brunim, and q!Himaru, his heart breaking because they were his five day familia and now he's leaving them behind, with only q!Molly and q!Rodezel by his side now; or q!Aldo and q!Wuant fighting each other because refusing to fight meant that they would both lose, and they wanted to honor their fallen crows by winning, "I didn't win, the crows did"; or q!Shelby's final moments alone in her fallen Esquelita team's base, as Coco comforts her; or the family of geese that has formed the past five days and thier final hours spent enjoying each other's company as they await their inevitable doom- submitting to insanity, but at least they're together one last time!!

This is how they died: sudden, bloody, tragic, but still so full of love because at least, before their fates were sealed, many of them had the chance to experience being part of a family, one last time before their fates were sealed. And I need everyone to understand how insane this makes me feel. They didn't have to get geared up or prepare much for the last event, but they were allowed a few more hours to hang out with each other. A few more hours to talk and enjoy each other's company. A few hours and the Mapachinhos have rebuilt a new base that will most likely remain undiscovered, with a little raccoon awaiting a return that may never arrive.

How many stories were left untold? How many hopes and dreams of freedom- of escaping with this family they made- were destroyed as the universe's cruelty were exacted unjustly upon them? And still, the love was there. Even though it only lasted for five days, even in their dying moments, they still loved each other.

The love was there; it always has been, and it always will be; no matter how tragic the outcome may be.

I'm going to miss Purgatory 2, and I hope everyone who watched it had a great time with their respective teams- and boy, I sure do hope everyone is doing well right now!! Because I'm doing fine and I'm totally not attached to the Purgatory 2 members now!!!

I'M SO SAAAAAADDDDDDD

#qsmp #qpurgatory squirrels #qpurgatory goose #qpurgatory crows #qsmp purgatory #qpurgatory raccoons #qpurgatory 2 #that last event was PURE CINEMA IT WAS CINEMAAAAA #If you listened closely my heart shattered when bad molly and rode were the only one's to make it to the next level #i had tears when bad was fighting to get to the elevator #I FUCKING CRIED WHEN WUANT AND ALDO SOUNDED LIKE THEY WERE ON THE VERGE OF TEARS AS THEY FOUGHT EACH OTHER #this whole post was supposed to be about the tragic nature of purgatory itself #it just turned into me rambling about how sad I was now that it's over #also it is 2 in the morning for me rn and i am so sleep deprived that I definitely think the post purgatory depression is from that too #im not going to tag every character becuase #i wanna sleep pleaaaseeeee #also i think using the main tag is fine for this post but i can edit it if it's a problem #anyways it's Amiga... and Head in Hands and----

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Watch "Bad Company - Shooting Star - Live at Wembley" on YouTube

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This song is horrible but it really really sounds cool. It is extremely gross. They go up in the wooden shifts and they jump out and try to breach and a lot of them Miss it's not easy and then they slide off some of them and they forget their things they supposed to cling on with and pull it out and they're going too fast and it goes on for a while and they go through the shield and they're on fire and you can see them from land with some binoculars really telescope and people say it's shooting stars and our son says that you should make a wish and that's symm will send you something. And it set it off because he they said Sim well he made it up and then he said out loud no it's s y m m and a lot of people were praying for stuff because of relatives were dying and we spent a lot of stuff that day and was present wrapping and even an apartment complex and they were full of joy and they said why it said because he can finally and they called up and says what else can you get here so I don't know how many shootings does he got they're not dead. They laughed and said we got plenty and they said they needed food and stuff and it's weird he goes wait a minute keep the list going and so as the list was going stuff was arriving I said where are you people well I'm in the past in Florida so they got it it helped a lot people started feeling better so what you doing it's a little odd they said I feel sick too cuz David's boat. So they remember the father vomit thon. I was looking for bG and they found him they said what about the vomit thought I was trying to think of this boat and Dave he says it's just making him sick and he threw up all over the place. Tommy boy was right there he's going what the hell. Bg looks up and says not now I'm really sick of you threw up you threw up twice as much. So Tommy boy I looked up and he looked down and said let me help you out with something and he started throwing up and he would not stop for like 10 minutes and it all came out they had big bellies was vomiting there's like a thousand people there and they're dressed up to fight and stuff and they all throw it up and VG acid what are you doing bja said what are you doing I said we're getting sick because of it Brian got a little sick so hold it all out and had a moment of silence. And Brian came in and had a memorial in medals for the families and he's been doing it lately and it said good. There's some people who can make those ships and he gives them to every crew and each member they have these wooden ships that you build in the bottle is handing them out to them some say we don't want it and put it in the museum and they do and then they say it's from him and they want it badly. And the family of the captain gets a big one and that's the message in a bottle.

Thor Freya

He just made it up now it's a good idea though

Hera

Oh god I think I'm going to be sick again

#Youtube

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TWO - MAGDA

A/N: Finally, we meet our second protagonist! While I do love Werner Künzle and how sweet and wholesome he is, Magda is just as lovely and I enjoyed writing her as well. Note that this story is not supposed to or meant to romanticize the war or the mass killings of millions of innocent civilians.

Warnings: See past two chapters. Warnings will pretty much remain the same.

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It is cold in Dachau.

I have no friends, and my family is either dead or dying.

I am in so much pain, both mental and physical.

It hurts to move. I am tired, hungry, and freezing.

One second I was an art student in Łódź, Poland, another I was rounded up with a few hundred other people and transported here, to Dachau, or as I know it, hell.

My only friend in the camp is a ten-year-old Soviet boy, Sergei, born in Leningrad. He has been keeping me company ever since I arrived here. His mother managed to escape, but his father was sent to a work camp in Poland. Both of his brothers are dead, so I have taken up the role of an older sister. He seems to enjoy that. I love him as much as I would my siblings, if I had any.

Over the course of the days, we, along with the other prisoners from our barrack, have been hatching a plan to escape. Our original plan was to hide among the dead bodies until they were gathered, but we figured that we would be caught or burned in the crematoria. Three of our fellow barrackmates escaped just yesterday, disguising themselves as SS guards and fleeing. They haven't been caught, from what I know. I chose to escape with Sergei, which is why we are sitting outside, naked, our backs pressed to the outer wall of the barracks we are housed in.

"Do you have any thoughts?" I whisper to Sergei, who is shivering next to me in the snow. We had discarded the clothes we were given, which were lazily handed out and ill-fitting for the most part. My shirt was too big and Sergei's shoes were too small for his feet. So, we have to go with no clothes at all.

"We could hide under the bodies," I suggest. "I actually think it might work."

"But what if we die? What if we get buried alive?" Sergei wonders, pointing at the pile of corpses a few feet away. The sight of them is enough to cause me to tear up. No human being should live in the conditions that we are living in now. I don't know what made the Nazis think of this horrible lifestyle.

I shake my head. "No, they don't pick up the bodies in the morning. But good point."

"We could do what those men did."

"What men?"

"The ones who dressed up as guards."

"You're too small, Sergei. They'll know you're only a boy."

"I don't want to be here."

I know he's right. I place my hand on his shoulder and tell him. "Me neither. But it's a lot worse elsewhere. If we were to be transported to another camp, we'd surely die sooner." I'm lying. Death is imminent at Dachau, just as it is at any other camp. But I try to get Sergei to think on the brightest side possible. "It is bad here, but I've heard stories of all kinds from elsewhere. There's a man at one camp who kidnaps children and does unspeakable things to them. There's a woman who kicks people and treats them like garbage, when she is really the one who deserves to be spat on. There's also a man who beats people with a whip until they are covered in scars. I know that Dachau is a terrible place, and we will get out, but thank God we are not surrounded by monsters like these." That seems to calm Sergei down a bit, but he's still nervous.

"We could dig under the fence," he suggests. A lightbulb turns on in my head.

"Of course," I chuckle quietly. "And we could hide bodies in our beds. That'll surely throw the SS off."

"I can dig, and you can get the bodies," Sergei says. "Can I dig, Magda? Please?" I smile and pat his head.

"Of course you can dig," I tell him, and he crawls over to the barbed wire fence and begins clawing at the snow-covered ground. I follow him and stop at the pile of bodies. I fight back tears as I lift a man and a woman over my head and haul them to the barracks. It pains me just thinking about what happened to them. They didn't deserve to die like this. No one deserves to die like this.

I carefully cover the corpses with Sergei's and my blankets respectively and creep out of the barracks. By then, Sergei has dug a decent-sized shallow tunnel and is now working his way under the fence. "Come on, Magda!" he whispers excitedly. I ease myself into the hole and follow him as he digs. Thankfully, the guards haven't noticed us. I feel the barbed wire of the fence graze the skin on my back as I crawl. It is painful, but I make it out.

We are free.

I breathe a sigh of relief and hold Sergei close as I look for a further way out. It is dark outside, with the exception of a few stars sprinkled across the cold, black sky. Sergei looks up at me, a mix of joyful and nervous tears filling his eyes. I tousle his hair, lean down, and whisper against the side of his head, "It's all right, myszko. We've made it."

My ears perk up at the whistle of a train. I stiffen.

People.

The train is bringing people.

People who don't deserve to die or do forced labor simply because they do not fill the stupid mold of what a person should be as stated by the Germans.

They must have been deported from another country because trains don't often arrive here at night. I feel sick at the thought as soon as I hear that awful sound of the whistle. But at the same time, an idea makes its way into my head.

"Sergei," I whisper. "The train."

"What?"

"We can use the train to get out of here. It always goes back to get people."

"Okay!"

"Come on! We must be sneaky, though. Can you do that?"

Sergei nods eagerly, and I grab his hand and we run as fast as we can to the train tracks. Thankfully, the officers don't catch us, but sadly, the unfortunate people aboard the train were headed to their deaths. I looked back at the entrance, a single tear sliding down my cheek before Sergei pulls me over to an empty car. I look around the inside of the car, and it seems fine. We quietly climb aboard and hide in one of the corners. We stay quiet, and when an SS guard comes to survey the inside of the car, he thankfully doesn't notice us and moves on.

I silently instruct Sergei not to talk until we get off. He stretches next to me and falls asleep with his head in my lap. The car smells like rotting flesh and sweat, and it makes me feel nauseous. I attempt to ignore the stench for the rest of the long ride as I slowly close my eyes and feel myself drift off as well.

The train begins to move away from the camp, and I think to myself, "I am free! Sergei is free! We have cheated death and are now on our way towards further freedom!" I smile in my sleep for the rest of the journey, relishing in my newfound feeling of liberty.

I don't know how long I slept, but I awaken as the train screeches to a halt. I stare out the door and realize that we are at a crowded train station in an unfamiliar city.

A train station.

I eagerly shake Sergei awake and he looks at me with sleepy little brown eyes. I whisper to him, "We're in the city."

He immediately jolts upright and looks around. "Which city?"

"I don't know."

The train whistles again and everyone gets on. My heart breaks. If only I could tell these people to get off and tell the Nazis herding them on board to stop. But I know I'd die if I did.

Sergei and I disembark the train and we weasel our way through the massive crowd of people so that we won't be seen. Amidst the crowd, I spy a woman with an emerald green wool coat, which I think is one of the most beautiful pieces of clothing I have ever seen. I approach her and ask her if I could have it, lowering my voice to explain that I escaped from Dachau last night. She simply nods, tears forming in her eyes as she too realizes that she is headed for certain death. I bite my lip and whisper softly, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

I pick up Sergei and button the coat around the both of us so as to avoid freezing to death yet again. As I race towards what I can only assume is a clothing store, I begin to panic. What if we get caught? No person in their right mind would be running around barefoot in only a wool coat. I have to think of an excuse.

I push open the door, careful not to let Sergei fall to the floor, and croak out, "Heil Hitler."

The words alone feel like stinging in my throat. But I must say them in order to not be considered suspicious.

The owner looks up at me from behind the counter. He is an old man, small and fat with round glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He has a half-halo of white hair at the back of his head, the ends touching his ears, reminding me of an old neighbor back in Poland.

He slowly approaches us, in a manner that seems as though he is afraid of tripping over his own feet, and asks, "What can I do for you, Fräulein?"

"My brother and I need clothes. We lost ours in a house fire recently, and we need some new ones. All we have is this coat, which we've been using to keep warm. Other than that, we have nothing." I smile to myself, as that sounds like a very convincing lie. I hope that he doesn't believe that there can't be a house fire in the dead of winter. Still, that was the only excuse I could come up with.

"I'm very sorry to hear about that, Fräulein," the old man says, sympathy filling his voice. "Is there anything specific you or the little fellow would like?"

"Just warm clothes, thank you," I answer.

"Very well then. Wait right here and I will measure the both of you." He walks behind the counter and produces a measuring tape before he looks up at Sergei and me. "Do me a favor and take off your coat, please."

I do as he says before remembering something.

I remember the last time a man touched me. The guards at Dachau would hit at us regularly, whether with whips or boots. It felt as though the devil himself was touching me. I will unfortunately never forget that feeling. It was one of the worst things I have ever felt.

The guards also refused to use our names. It made me feel sick to my stomach. They refused to acknowledge our humanity. They restricted us. I felt like I would never be free.

Thankfully, the old man does not notice my slight discomfort and measures us without incident. I breathe a sigh of relief as he shows us a series of clothes that are appropriate for the weather. I select a maroon sweater and a light brown wool skirt, along with a pair of burgundy leather high-heeled shoes. I keep the coat given to me by the woman boarding the train. Sergei takes a cream-colored sweater and a crisp white shirt, as well as dark brown wool pants and a pair of black leather shoes. We thank the man and he bids us farewell with a smile as we head back out into the city.

I run my fingers through my hair, which has since grown back after it was shaved off when I arrived at Dachau earlier in the year. My head froze and I was sure that I was to die, yet by some twist of fate, I didn't. It was now just below my chin in its usual wavy style. My mother used to say that its golden color reminded her of the wheat in the fields of her family's farm. I, however, always thought of the hue that the sun painted on the clouds in the evening. But whatever the case was, my hair had always been lauded as beautiful during my youth, and I relished in said praise.

Sergei and I wander through the city looking for a place to stay for at least a day or two, but we can't seem to find anywhere. I look at him and suggest, "Maybe we should try an inn or a motel. I'm sure they would take us. But we have to be careful. They could notice our accents."

The boy nods, and I whisper to him, "Can you speak German?"

He nods again.

"Good. We just have to find a way to survive until the war is over. I can pass as German with my hair color, and I can just say that you are my brother. We will be safe, I promise."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

I take his hand and we continue through the streets, looking for a place to take up temporary residence in. No luck. We keep walking. Still nothing.

It's then that I feel a gloved hand on my shoulder, and I jump at the person's touch. I begin to panic, thinking that it's someone from the Gestapo or the SA here to arrest me. But my nervousness is quelled when I hear a woman's voice whisper hurriedly in my ear.

"Come with me."

#historical fiction #part 3 #novalis writes

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I think they should make a Grand Theft Auto set in New Orleans. Not least because a lot of the men look and carry themselves like the main characters the GTA franchise often creates, but also because what's not to love about guns, jazz and buildings in severe disrepair? The flight here was a little dystopian - an old BA plane with no wifi and no working outlets near my seat. 10 hours of unfettered rumination punctures by TM, and a potential social abattoir at my eventual destination, wondering what the hell I got myself into. I feel like a hero when we taxi to Louis Armstrong airport. There is no clear theme for the people on my flight - every imaginable type. Two college age boys discuss, loudly, the music of Linkin Park. A chic woman. Two wedding guests, one of them I recognise from Raya in 2016. The air outside the airport is thick and humid, the same shock to the system as arriving in Miami in December. The hotel is nice and it would later seem that everybody has a beautiful room for a low price Hungry and wired, I bike to Bacchanal, first through a district seemingly built on bachelor parties and spring breakers, then through a beat up and barren industrial stretch parallel to the Mississippi River. I can't believe I'm biking along the goddamn Mississippi River to a bar where, if I'm lucky, I'll see maybe 3 people I know out of 50 There's something about a wedding in a foreign city that makes all the pickiness, in terms of the company you keep, fade quickly. Desperate times call for desperate rapports. I see F has shaved an ornate pattern into his dead, dyed parts of it. When I talk to him I am unable to hold the fact he's extremely tight with the Kardashians in my mind at the same time as his being so thoughtful about art. I see M and if I were anywhere else I would keep my distance, but I am here and I hug him gratefully. E shows up with his usual disgruntled tone accompanied by his weirdly reassuring touch, but that touch does not outweigh that toned. He is carrying a bucket of wine. I meet H's father, and remember H told me two years ago how much he looks like Jeffrey Epstein. This is, in fact, incorrect. I smoke cigarettes in a daze and get my first taste of how friendly people are in the South, and not friendly in a New York "I am robotically charming because I need your 35% tip" way. It's real and it's what the rest of America could only dream of being After Bacchanal I surpass rabid hunger to a higher plane where I'll gladly be introduced to anybody and listen to their life story. We hit a dive bar with a cigarette vending machine that demands exact change. I go against my own credo and drink a Coca Cola, for the sugar. Later E will watch me eat my first gumbo, squeeze hot sauce into it. By midnight, aka 6am in my body, I am too beat to negotiate going home with him, and fall asleep to episode 7 of Sally4Ever

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heart-on.

↳ your one-night stand definitely isn’t relationship material, but maybe—just maybe—your manager’s son is.

◇ hoseok x reader ◇ smut | strangers to lovers!au ◇ 10.1k [1/1]

❛❛ my boss is always telling me how perfect her son would be for me and she promises he’s coming to the next holiday party and don’t worry he’s heard all about me too and ALSO there’s this dude i slept with once a couple of months ago and sometimes he still sends me dick pics when i ask him to at 3 in the morning cause seriously dude’s got a good dick ❜❜

notes: welcome to the first installment of the serendipity series! we’re starting with hoseok, because, well, have you met me? 🤣 be warned, however, that this isn’t anywhere near as edited as i’d like so i’ll probably give it another read/edit tomorrow but for now!!! here it is!!!

⇢ series masterlist. | inspired by this post.

warnings: dirty talk bc hoseok’s got a bit of a mouth on him, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids!), sexting. dick pics, obvi. brief mention of a dead pet goldfish :(

You’re refilling your mug when you hear it. Voices filter out from the kitchen, floating past the coffee station where you’re pouring yourself another drink and hanging in the open air of the hallway that leads back to the rest of the office. They’re familiar voices, too—voices that belong to the resident gossips of your workplace. Lottie’s pitchy, nasal tone melds with Hyejin’s higher one, their conversation interrupted every so often by an exaggerated exclamation or gasp from Sandra, the third and final member of their trio.

“Haven’t you heard? Carolyn’s divorce was finalized over the weekend, the poor thing.”

“I can’t even begin to imagine how she’s feeling. I mean, getting back into dating at her age? Goodness!”

“And now she’ll be all alone at the holiday party, too. How sad is that?”

“It’s tragic. Poor thing.”

Rolling your eyes, you grab a packet of sugar and tear it open, upending it over your mug and watching the crystalline granules fall into the dark liquid within. You know for a fact that Sandra and her husband can’t even stand to be in the same room for an extended period of time, considering how they’d spent most of last year’s holiday party talking to entirely different groups of people. You’d sat two tables away from them during dinner, and they hadn’t even made eye contact once. And as for Lottie and Hyejin, well, you’re certain that their relationships aren’t much better. All three of them are miserable people as far as you’re concerned, and you make a mental note to check in on Carolyn—a sweet woman in her thirties who always keeps chocolate bars in her purse—on your way back to your desk.

“Sheesh. Vultures, the lot of them. Don’t you think?”

You whirl at the sound of your manager’s voice. Kyunghee Jung is a dark-haired woman in her late fifties, and she laughs when she sees your startled expression, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Easy! You’ll spill your coffee if you’re not careful.”

“I’ll probably have a heart attack first,” you reply, pressing a hand to your chest. “What was your job before this? Some kind of intelligence operative? Are you a super spy?”

Kyunghee laughs again and joins you at the counter. “Nothing even remotely as exciting as that,” she answers, plopping her mug down beside yours. It’s decorated with what looks like every color of the rainbow, a massive smiling sunflower taking up the majority of the surface, and the only remnant of the ceramic’s original color is on the very edge of the handle where there’s a lopsided little patch of white. The piece is clearly handmade, and a stark contrast to the simple mint green cup that houses your coffee. Looking at it, it’s impossible not to smile.

“I love that,” you remark, inclining your head at her mug. “Was it a present from one of your kids?”

“Hoseok,” she confirms, running a fingertip along the imperfect handle fondly. “I’ve told you about him before—he’s right around your age.”

You chuckle. “Right, I remember. That’s why he’s the perfect match for me, right?”

“Come now, there’s more to it than that,” Kyunghee defends, waving a hand. “But yes, to answer your question. He gave it to me as a birthday present when he was eight.”

“Well, you never told me he was an artist,” you tease. “Does he have an Etsy? Can I buy one of these off him? Does he do custom orders, maybe?”

Normally, your manager is more than happy to play along with your jokes, but today Kyunghee fixes you with an uncharacteristically serious look. “Why don’t you ask him yourself?” she asks. “He’s coming to the holiday party, after all. I figured you could finally meet.”

You blink. Kyunghee has been making offhand remarks about how well you would get on with her son, Hoseok, for over a year now, but you’ve never even come close to broaching the topic of meeting him. You don’t even know anything about the man beyond the fact that his name is Hoseok and that he works somewhere downtown. He also favors tall socks and yellow suspenders if the framed photograph on Kyunghee’s desk is any indication—or at least, he certainly did when he was still in diapers. Whether he still does, is anyone’s guess.

“Wow, I had no idea he was even interested in coming,” you manage when you’ve recovered from your surprise. “Did you bribe him?”

If Kyunghee notices that your voice is a few pitches higher than usual, she doesn’t remark on it. “Oh, you know. I just told him that this would be his last chance to score free booze on the company’s dime.” She laughs. “Three more months and it’s going to be all beaches and sunshine for me. I might even become a cruise person in my retirement.”

You gasp and slap a hand to your heart. “Kyunghee! Think of the environmental impact!”

“I said I might!” she retorts immediately. “Sheesh. Even in my old age, it’s hard to conveniently forget how shitty and unsustainable those damn boats are.”

You pick up your mug and raise it in a salute. “Well, the oceans thank you.”

“My husband doesn’t,” she answers with a sigh. “He’s been dying to book one of those trips that stop all along the Mediterrannean coastline, and I can’t exactly blame him.”

“That is tempting,” you admit. “You’ll have to send photos, if you do end up going.”

“You’ll be sick of me and my photos before the first day is even up,” she promises. Then she pauses, her eyes darting toward the kitchen where silence has fallen in the last few minutes. “Speaking of being sick—you think the vultures are still hovering around in there? I haven’t had lunch yet, and I need the microwave.”

Obligingly, you edge a little closer to the kitchen doorway and poke your head around the frame, scanning for Lottie and her sidekicks. “Coast is clear. Enjoy your lunch, Kyunghee.”

She nods and raises her mug at you, returning your salute. “I always do.”

///

As soon as the work day ends, you fall into your usual routine. Your commute home is easily walkable on nicer days, and though the winter weather is brisker than you’d like, you decide to walk for the sake of stopping at the convenience store on the corner of the block.

Once you arrive back at your apartment, you change into your comfiest sweats and a loose tee. You turn on some music while you throw together some dinner, and settle onto the couch half an hour later with a full plate and Netflix. Television is a welcome distraction from the events of the workday, and you manage to get through three full episodes of your current show before your pesky brain decides to revisit the events of today, replaying the conversations that you’d both had and overheard.

There’s no denying that you’ve been single for quite some time now, and for the most part, it’s been by choice. Ever since graduating from university, you’ve chosen to focus more on your career, and it’s paid off both in terms of the important position you hold in your company and your above average salary. And yet, you can’t help but think back to the gossip you’d overheard earlier—about the supposed tragedy of being single and attending the upcoming holiday party alone. Your mind wanders to Kyunghee’s son, Hoseok, and how he’ll be in attendance this year. You wonder what he’s like, and whether he really is perfect for you, as Kyunghee seems to be so fond of mentioning.

And then your mind goes to Jay.

You met Jay two months ago, on a well-deserved night out after a hellish workweek. The bar was crowded, and the music coming from the neon dancefloor in the back was just loud enough to drown out your inhibitions. That, combined with the alcohol swimming through your system, made you bold. You sashayed your way across the dancefloor, dodging inebriated bodies and swaying limbs as you fixed your attention on the head of pale lavender hair and deliciously broad shoulders that awaits you just behind the bar counter. The bartender is nothing short of gorgeous, and you’ve thrown all caution to the wind. Sure, several other women are eyeing him like he’s their next meal—several men are, too—but you need another drink. And while he prepares it, you plan to flirt.

A lot.

The bar counter is sticky with spilled liquor, but you don’t pay that any mind as you lean across it, the wood digging into the narrow strip of exposed skin left by your cropped top. “Hi!” you call, and the bartender looks up from where he’s just finished pouring a round of shots for a group of raucous young men.

“Hi yourself,” he says, his pillowy lips stretching into an easy smile. “What can I get you?”

You pretend not to notice the way his eyes flicker down to the dip of your cleavage and instead put on the sultriest smile you are capable of mustering. “Vodka soda,” you tell him, injecting a bit of purr into your voice. “A bit of lemon too, if you have it.”

“Trust me, I have it,” he assures, his smile growing as he reaches for a clean glass and a clear bottle. “Name’s Jin, by the way. I’m here all night, if you need anything e—”

A loud clatter and the sound of breaking glass interrupts the rest of his sentence, and all eyes at the bar go to the source of the disturbance. Conversations stutter to a halt, and even the thumping bass of the music seems to dull. Jin darts to the other end of the bar, where you can see that one of several barstools has fallen to the ground. There’s a man on the ground as well, surrounded by shattered glass and spilled dark liquor, and your eyes widen when you realize that you know him.

And arguably, a little too well.

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath. People are starting to lose interest in the spectacle, turning back to their own conversations and continuing on as if nothing had happened at all. The man is beginning to clamber to his feet, and a few people lend a helping hand as Jin begins barking out orders for everyone to step back so he can sweep up the broken glass. You seize upon the opportunity, latching on to the nearest arm and pulling them close so you can hide behind them. Vaguely, you’re aware of them sputtering in surprise, but you only have eyes for the man who had fallen off his stool, watching him carefully as he brushes himself off and tries to play it cool despite the sizable patch of whiskey soaking his white shirt.

“Hey, uh…” Your human shield is speaking. “Are you okay? You’re squeezing me pretty tight.”

That draws you out of your daze. Abashed, you loosen your grip on his arm and look up into his face, your throat going dry when you realize how handsome he is. His black hair is parted over his forehead, a stray strand falling into warm brown eyes set above a straight nose and an inviting mouth. There’s a freckle above his top lip, just shy of the center, and your inebriated brain wonders just what it would be like to kiss it.

“I, um—” You clear your throat and try again. “Sorry about that. I just didn’t want him to see me.”

Your newfound companion raises an eyebrow and glances over his shoulder at the drunk man, who is now being ushered out of the bar by his buddies. “You know that guy?”

You nod, cringing. “Yeah, his name’s Trent. I… may or may not have dated him for a few months last year.”

The man laughs out loud. “You dated a Trent?”

“What, like you’ve never made a questionable life choice?” you challenge. “Besides, you shouldn’t judge someone based on the sins of their parents. It’s not his fault they gave him a terrible name.”

“Sure, but it is on him for going along with it,” he replies with a shrug. “I would’ve changed my name as soon as I could if my parents had named me Trent. But hey, that’s just one man’s opinion.”

You laugh. “Okay then, Not-Trent.” Relinquishing your grip on his arm, you let your fingers graze his hand before pulling away entirely. “What do you say we continue this conversation over a drink?”

The man, whose name is decidedly not Trent, catches your fingers in his and gives them a gentle squeeze. “Happily.”

One drink turns into two, and then three. By the end of the hour, you are feeling pleasantly warm, the alcohol spreading through your veins like molasses and turning your surroundings into a hazy blur. The music has grown even louder, pounding against your eardrums, and you grab onto Not-Trent’s wrist as he sets his now-empty glass back down onto the counter.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” you ask, raising your voice to be heard over the thumping bassline. “I can’t even hear myself think.”

“The parking lot’s out back,” he suggests. “Why don’t we get some air?”

You nod and stand up on wobbly legs, cursing your decision to wear heels when you stumble into your companion. He steadies you with a gentle but firm hand, and you don’t miss the way his touch lingers on your lower back, his palm warm through the material of your blouse.

Together, the two of you pick your way through the throng of swaying bodies on the dancefloor. The bassline thuds in your ears, dark and hypnotic, and you can feel the reverberations thrumming across the slats of your ribs and echoing in the cavern of your chest like a second heartbeat.

It’s almost a relief, then, when you step out into the cool night air. Your ears continue to ring for a few seconds, but it soon fades and leaves behind only the muted hum of traffic from the street and the faint sound of music from inside. At your side, Not-Trent releases a long breath and leans against the brick wall of the building, and you turn to take in the steep slopes of his side profile as he tilts his head up toward the velvety night sky.

He’s handsome. Dressed in ripped jeans and black leather, he’s a sight to behold, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been craving a bit of intimacy for quite some time now. The alcohol swimming through your system makes you bolder than you normally would be, and you reach out to lay a hand on his arm. He turns toward you with a silent question glimmering in his irises, but you simply step closer, until you’re pinning him against the wall with your body and you’re breathing the same air.

“Hey,” you say, your voice an airy whisper. His eyes are near obsidian in the dimness of the parking lot, illuminated only by the orange glow of the streetlamps on either end, and your gaze flickers down to his mouth before roving to the freckle that sits upon his top lip. “Kiss me?”

Your companion’s eyes widen. His lips part, but no words come out, and you’re about to repeat your question when he finally finds his voice again.

“That’s really… that’s not a good idea.” Awkwardly, he clears his throat, but the hoarseness of his voice and the harsh bob of his Adam’s apple give away his true desires. “Look, you’ve been drinking. We both have, and—”

You cut him off, pushing up to your tiptoes and planting a messy kiss to the soft dip just beneath his bottom lip. “Don’t care,” you mumble against his skin. “I want you.”

Your companion laughs weakly. His hands find their way to your waist and pause there, as if he can’t decide whether to push you away or pull you closer. “You don’t even know me,” he murmurs.

“I don’t have to know you,” you reply. Your fingers drag down his chest, trailing along the delicate silver necklace that rests against the black of his shirt. From the chain hangs a round pendant, the surface engraved with the letter J. Slowly, you trace it with a fingertip, the metal shining even in the dim light, and satisfaction blooms in your heart when your companion’s throat bobs again. “I want you,” you breathe, soft but insistent. “Isn’t that enough?”

“I—” He clears his throat and tries again, and you wonder if he realizes that his hands have slid down to your hips, or that there’s a growing hardness against your lower stomach that’s becoming increasingly harder to ignore. “Look, I’m flattered—really, I am. And you’re… I mean, fuck, you’re gorgeous. But I don’t think we should do anything when you’re clearly not in the right frame of mind to be making this kind of decision, and—”

“And, nothing.” You wind your arms around his neck, pressing close and grinding subtly against the bulge in his pants. You smirk when he releases a low hiss from between his teeth, and hide it by laying a trail of kisses along the stretch of bare skin exposed by the dip of his collar. “Stop being such a gentleman,” you whisper. Your fingers trail down his chest, past the silver of his pendant and down to the faded denim of his jeans, teasing at the cool metal of his belt buckle. “I want this. But if you’re not interested, I can always go back in there and—”

The rest of your sentence dies in your throat. Your companion has tugged you flush against him in one smooth motion, and your gasp is cut off by the firm press of his mouth against yours. Immediately, you melt into the kiss, and a moan tears from your lips when he spins you around and pins you against the brick wall of the building.

“You’re a spoiled little thing, huh?” His breath fans hot against your cheeks, and you shiver when you meet his eyes and see the dark promise reflected there. “Used to getting what you want, huh, princess?”

Your breath hitches at the endearment—something your companion doesn’t miss. “Oh, you like that?” He chuckles hoarsely, and when he speaks again it’s in a rasp that sends heat straight to your core. “What else do you like, hmm? You want me to be rough with you, princess? Or should I be gentle and treat you like a queen?”

You reach up, raking your fingers through his hair and skimming across the soft strands of his undercut before finding purchase at his nape. “You talk too much,” you whisper.

And then you’re crushing your mouth back against his, whining when he immediately takes back control of the kiss. His grip slides downward, his fingertips digging into the skin just above the curve of your ass, and you squeak when he grabs the back of your thigh and hooks your leg around his waist.

“You feel that?” he rasps into your ear, nipping at the delicate shell and chortling when you keen. Your skirt has ridden up dangerously high on your spread thighs, and you let out a soft whimper when he grinds harshly against your center. The lace of your panties and the denim of his jeans are the last barricades between you, and you wonder, vaguely, whether your companion has a bit of an exhibitionist streak when he slides one of your sleeves down your shoulder and begins kissing a trail down to the swell of your cleavage. “You feel how hard you’ve gotten me?”

You lean down, kissing the soft spot where his jaw meets his ear before letting your teeth graze against his skin. “Why don’t you do something about it then?”

He hisses out a sharp breath, his hands tightening their hold on your hips. “You’ve got quite the mouth on you, huh? I can’t wait to make you eat your words.”

Any retort you may have had is interrupted by a sudden swell of music and the sound of a slamming door. Whirling to face the source of the noise, you immediately spot a familiar head of lavender hair atop broad shoulders encapsulated in the black uniform of the bar. Jin hasn’t noticed the two of you yet, his attention fixated on his cell phone screen, but he looks up when you let out a little squeak of surprise and shove your companion’s chest in an attempt to create some distance between you.

“Hey.” Jin raises a hand in greeting, a knowing smirk curling his lips. “This phone call shouldn’t be too long, so please. Don’t stop the party on my behalf.”

Heat floods to your cheeks. There isn’t much use protesting against his insinuation, considering the rather compromising position you’re in. Much to your relief, though, your companion simply huffs out a chuckle and waves Jin off. “Thanks, man, but we’ll get out of your hair.” Lowering his voice, he turns back to you. “Coming, princess?”

You nod. He offers you his hand, and you take it gratefully, adjusting your skirt so that it drapes properly over your hips and thighs again.

“Have a good night!” Jin calls after you, amusement lacing every word. You can’t work up the nerve to respond, and luckily, you don’t have to. Your companion leads you around the corner of the building, where several rows of cars are parked beneath an orange streetlamp. On this side, the exterior brick wall is painted with a mural, and you admire the colorful galaxies and nebulae swirling amidst silvery white stars and the word serendipity spray-painted in pale blue.

The last car in the row is parked just beneath the letter Y, and it’s here that your companion stops. The sleek black vehicle has an almost vintage feel to it, and you glance up when you hear the jingle of metal.

“I’m guessing this is yours?”

He nods, pulling a set of keys from the pocket of his leather jacket and inserting one into the lock. “Yeah. You like it?”

“It’s beautiful,” you tell him, tracing the edge of the passenger window “Makes my car look like a total piece of shit by comparison.”

Your companion chuckles, pulling open the driver’s side door, and you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the window as he presses a button to unlock the rest of the doors. Your hair’s a bit of a mess and your mascara has smudged beneath your right eye, and you hurriedly swipe at it as your companion turns his attention back to you.

“So,” he says. “Now what? I can give you a ride home, if you want.”

Deliberately, you let your gaze drop down to his crotch, where his bulge—albeit waning—is still visible. “Seriously? I thought you were going to… what was it again? Make me eat my words?”

And just like that, it’s as if a switch has flipped. His eyes darken to obsidian, his lips settling into a stern line, and you barely have time to draw in a breath before he’s caging you against the side of his car and molding his mouth to yours. Your lips part beneath the onslaught, and he wastes no time in dipping inside to explore, licking into you until you’re both breathless.

“Inside,” he breathes once you’ve broken apart, and you instantly obey. You wrench the door open and all but tumble into the backseat, and he isn’t far behind as he slots himself between your spread thighs. Your hands fly to his shoulders where you help him shuck off his leather jacket, tossing it carelessly to the front where it lands in a heap on the dashboard before focusing your attention on the hem of his black t-shirt. Your companion obliges you as you push it upward to expose his toned abdomen, grabbing it by the collar and pulling it off the rest of the way when your reach falls a little short in the cramped interior of the backseat.

“Your turn,” he whispers when you try to reach for his belt, his hands settling around your wrists. “It’s only fair, princess.”

Pouting, you let your hands fall limp in his grasp, and he chuckles as he leans down to pacify you with a kiss. Deft fingers find the hem of your blouse, pushing it up until you can twist out of the material. You throw it aside with no regard for where it lands on the ground, and lay back as your companion drinks you in, his dark gaze raking across the lacy black lingerie that decorates your curves and skims you like a second skin. “Fuck,” he breathes, his voice hoarse with a combination of amazement and disbelief. “You’re stunning.”

You smile, trailing a fingertip from the dip of his collarbone down to the silver necklace that sits prettily against his bare chest. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you tell him, tracing the letter engraved into his pendant. “Jay.”

Your companion—newly dubbed Jay—smiles back. “You’re something else, princess,” he murmurs, before leaning down to kiss you again. He explores your mouth thoroughly—languidly—before moving down to nip at your neck, and already, you can feel the beginnings of marks beginning to form, blossoming across your skin as irrefutable proof of your tryst.

It isn’t long before Jay frees you from your bra, watching with carnal fascination as your breasts spill out of the lacy material. You whine when he reaches out to cup one, his palm hot against your bare skin, and he smirks crookedly when a pinch to your nipple makes your back arch off the leather of the seat. “So pretty,” he rasps. “I can’t wait to see how you look stretched around my cock.”

“Stop waiting, then,” you tell him, trying again for his belt buckle. This time, he lets you fumble it open, leaning back to watch you work with hooded eyes and a lazy little smile. Emboldened, you push aside the denim of his jeans and free his cock from the confines of his underwear. He’s hard and hot and heavy in your palm, and your tongue darts out instinctively at the sight of the pearlescent precum beading the tip.

“Jay,” you murmur, thumbing across the head of his erection and smirking when he hisses in pleasure. “Fuck me.”

Jay seems to consider your demand, mischief flitting across his features before he manages to school his expression into something more neutral. “Where are your manners, princess?” he asks, pushing your hand away and giving himself a few long, slow strokes. “Say please, if you want it so bad.”

For a moment, you consider refusing. Jay seems to be the type of man who enjoys a good game, but between the state of his cock and the earlier interruption, you’re pretty sure he’s nearing his limit. And even if he isn’t, you are. And so, you shelve your pride for the time being, and trail a hand down the length of your bared body as you bat your lashes up at him. “Fuck me, Jay,” you repeat. “Please. Want your cock so bad.”

His answering smile is equal parts amusement and satisfaction, and altogether sinful. “That’s my girl,” he rasps, before shoving your panties aside. Lining the head of his cock up, he enters you in one smooth thrust, and you moan as your walls stretch to accommodate his girth. You’re more than wet enough to take him in his entirety, your eyes fluttering shut when he bottoms out, and he groans hoarsely as he takes a second to relish the feeling of your walls gripping him so tightly.

“Fuck. You’re so wet, princess.” Jay dips a thumb into your slick, spreading it across your clit and rubbing a few experimental circles around the sensitive nub. He groans when you clench around him, his hips stuttering, and you squeeze around him again just to hear him grit out another curse. “Shit. I’m not going to last long at this rate.”

“Don’t care,” you murmur, rocking against him and sighing when the motion sends him a little deeper into your core. “Just fuck me, Jay. Please.”

Jay leans in, a dark lock of hair falling across his forehead as he plants an indulgent kiss on your waiting mouth. “Anything for you, princess,” he breathes. Slowly, he pulls back until only the tip of his cock remains inside you. Then he’s slamming forward, and you can’t even find it in yourself to care about the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin or the way the car rocks. Jay’s thumbing across your clit in tight circles that he times perfectly with the rock of his hips, and you wonder whether the rapidly building pleasure in your belly is due to your dry spell or if he’s just that good. You can feel every inch of him as he fills you up repeatedly, his brows furrowed in concentration and his dark hair flopping as he drives deeper in search of the spot that will have you seeing stars.

You know he’s found it when the pleasure in your belly spikes, your back arching off the backseat. Your skin is sticky against the dark leather and you’re certain the sweat gathering at your temples has destroyed the last of your makeup, but Jay alleviates your concerns with a particularly well-timed thrust and a harsh nip to the soft spot at your clavicle. You keen out something unintelligible, and his lips stretch into a smirk against your skin.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Cum for me, princess.”

That’s all it takes for the mounting pressure to snap. Your body collapses into a searing orgasm, the pleasure flaring out like a supernova and spreading through your veins like wildfire. “F-fuck, Jay—” you gasp, your fingers scrabbling at his back for purchase and no doubt leaving scratches in their wake. “Fuck, you feel so—”

The remainder of your words trail off into garbled nonsense, and Jay huffs out a strained chuckle as he begins chasing after his own orgasm, rutting against you in a way that both prolongs your pleasure and sustains his own. “Shit,” he groans, his eyes fluttering shut. “Fuck, that’s it. Look at you—taking my cock so well. So pretty and perfect and—”

Whatever he was going to say dissolves into a groan as he gives a few more erratic thrusts before his release overwhelms him. Creamy warmth floods through you, and you rub his back tiredly as his head drops onto your shoulder, his breath flaring hot against your skin as he rides out his orgasm.

It takes several long seconds for the pleasure to recede. Your legs are still shaky when Jay pulls away, straightening up and tucking himself back into his jeans. There’s an empty ache in your core now that you are no longer stuffed full of his cock, and already, you are missing the feeling. Still, you push that aside as you sit up, adjusting your panties and wincing at the wetness that soaks the material and sticks to your skin.

“So,” Jay says after a moment’s silence, and you glance over at him when he huffs out a short chuckle. “That was fun.”

“Not bad at all,” you agree weakly, an irrepressible smile tugging at your lips.

Jay grins. It’s a bright, infectious grin—and it’s one that you’ve already grown rather fond of in the short period of time you’ve known him. It’s a grin that showcases his perfect teeth and crinkles his eyes into crescents, and one that all but forces you to grin back.

“Here, give me your phone,” he says, and you watch as he punches in his number once you hand it over. “Just in case you ever wanna do this again,” he tells you, handing it back. “Don’t be a stranger, princess.”

You glance down at his contact information, saved under the moniker you’d given him and affixed with a short string of emojis. “I won’t,” you tell him, chuckling. “In fact, I just might take you up on the offer.”

The screen of your laptop has long since gone dark, and you stretch your arms overhead before waking it again. Rolling your shoulders, you navigate back to the main Netflix menu, hovering over the resume button and watching the trailer loop in the background.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about Jay often. You’ve texted each other quite often since that night in his car—usually when you’re bored and alone and have had a few too many glasses of wine in the evenings. You’ve found yourself tapping on his name instinctively during those odd, ambiguous hours—when late night and early morning meld together and you’re aching for a bit of relief.

And as if he knows you’re thinking about him, your phone buzzes against the coffee table, the screen lighting up with a familiar name.

[11:22pm] Jay 😘🍆💦: thinkin about u, pretty girl 😘

It’s followed by an image, and your heart rate picks up, thudding loudly against your ribs as you open it.

Fuck.

Your memories of Jay’s face—made all the more hazy by the alcohol and the amount of time elapsed since your first and only meeting—truly don’t do him justice. Though the photograph cuts off just above his nose, you can still admire the sharp angle of his jaw and the fullness of his puckered lips. His skin is golden against the white of his t-shirt, and you lick your lips before thumbing across your screen to respond.

[11:23pm] You: yeah? what else are you thinking about, hmm?

His response is instantaneous.

[11:23pm] Jay 😘🍆💦: thinking about that pretty little pussy of yours

[11:23pm] Jay 😘🍆💦: how good it looked in that pic u sent me tuesday 👅

You barely even notice the way your hand begins trailing down your body, pushing aside the elastic waistband of your sweats. It’s as if you’re on autopilot, as your fingers find their way to the damp spot growing on your panties.

Yeah? you write back with your free hand, already teasing at your clothed folds with the other. Tell me more.

///

It’s an uncharacteristically warm Friday morning when you find yourself in the elevator with Jimin, a good friend of yours who works on one of the lower levels of your office building. “Morning,” he says as he steps in, a large iced coffee in hand despite the fact that it’s still very much the middle of winter. Then he squints, leaning a little closer. “Oh my god. You got laid!”

“Oh my god, not so loud!” you hiss, whacking him on the shoulder and jabbing the button to close the elevator doors. “And no, not exactly. I’ve just been texting Jay.”

“Texting, sure.” Jimin mimes air quotes around the word and rolls his eyes. “You’re sexting him, and we all know it. How many pictures of his dick do you have saved on your phone now?”

“Oh my—” You sigh, trailing off. “Can we not talk about this right now?”

“Right, of course.” Jimin takes a sip of his coffee and pretends to check his watch. “When would you like to talk about it then? Do you need to check your calendar? Can I book an appointment for later this afternoon?”

You stick your tongue out at him. “Shut up.”

Jimin just grins, his lips puckered around his straw. “So, how’s Jay? Have you asked for his real name yet?”

You shrug. “What’s the point? It’s not like we’re friends or anything. We’ve literally only met the one time.”

“Yeah, but that’s just because you’re a coward,” Jimin points out. “What’s stopping you from meeting up with him again? You have his number. You have at least one photo of his dick. Ask him out already!”

“It’s not that easy, though,” you sigh. The elevator doors open to let a few more people in, and you move to the side and lower your voice so that only Jimin can hear. “Jay—he’s not exactly boyfriend material. I mean, we fucked in his car the first night we met.”

“So?” Jimin frowns and takes another sip of his iced coffee. “You talk about things besides sex, don’t you? You definitely told him about your goldfish dying, at least. I mean, you told him before you even told me!”

“Yes I did, and he was appropriately sympathetic about Mustache’s passing, unlike some people,” you sniff. “Get over it already, won’t you?”

“Never,” Jimin replies, ignoring your pointed jab. “I’m sure you only told him because you knew you could get a sympathy sext out of it. How many dick pics did you get out of that night, anyway?”

“You’re gross,” you tell him, punching him in the arm. “Not to mention that’s exactly why Jay’s not boyfriend material. He’s perfectly happy with—whatever it is we’re doing. I can’t just ruin that by asking him to get dinner.” You frown, gnawing on your bottom lip. “I don’t want to make this into something that it’s not.”

Jimin hesitates. “Fine, okay. I guess I can understand that.”

“Yeah.”

There’s a pause, as the elevator makes a few more stops. You watch the numbers crawl higher, and know that you’ll soon have to part ways with your friend..

“Hey.” You nudge Jimin with your shoulder, just as the elevator doors close and you begin the ascent to his floor. “Wanna know something interesting?”

Jimin looks up from his phone, where he’s scrolling through Twitter. “Always.”

“My boss’ son is coming to the party tomorrow.”

Jimin’s eyebrows disappear into his ashy blond hair at your revelation. “Kyunghee’s son? Hoseok, or whatever?”

You chuckle. “The one and only. She’s found about a million ways to bring him up in conversation this past week. She thinks we’re a match made in heaven.”

“Wow.” Jimin releases a long breath. “I wonder what he’s like, then.”

You shrug, adjusting the strap of your work tote over your shoulder. “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”

///

The morning of the party, you wake up to an empty refrigerator. Half stale cereal and the last dregs of milk from the carton become your breakfast, and you munch on that as you mull over the contents of your closet. You’re still in your pajamas, but you pull out your comfiest jeans and a sweater to change into after you finish eating. Then you turn to your collection of dresses, rifling through them and mentally debating the merits of each material and color.

You could go in one of two directions tonight. On the one hand, this is still a work party, and as such your attire should probably maintain a certain level of decorum. But on the other, you’re meeting Hoseok Jung for the first time tonight. You aren’t necessarily looking to start anything with the man, of course, but you do want to look good. With that in mind, you eventually settle on a deep red number that you pull out of the very back of your closet, made of a silky material that skims your curves and accentuates your best assets. Laying it on the bed, you begin your hunt for a pair of matching shoes. Twenty minutes of searching and another five of agonizing later, you step into the bathroom, intent on showering and getting on with the rest of your day.

Upon exiting the bathroom, you decide that tackling the state of your refrigerator takes top priority over your other weekend errands. Sitting down at the dining table, you take stock of what you have in your pantry, planning out your meals for the upcoming week and making a list of what you need to purchase in order to make them a reality. It’s just after one in the afternoon when you exit your apartment with a completed grocery list and your purse stuffed full of reusable canvas bags. The store is a short walk from where you live, and you decide to put in your earbuds as your feet navigate the familiar route. The temperature is surprisingly mild for winter, and the sun shines bright from its perch in the cloudless blue sky. It’s perfect weather for a walk, and the fresh air clears your mind and eases your heart.

At the grocery store, you forego the stack of baskets and instead grab a shopping cart. Weaving your way up and down the aisles, you check items off the list on your phone one by one. Eventually, you find yourself in the cereal section, grabbing a box of granola before turning to where your favorite cereal normally sits. It isn’t there, and you turn in a full circle, confused, until your gaze finally lands on the familiar box on the top shelf.

Great.

Sighing, you push up to your tiptoes, stretching your arm as far as it can reach. Your fingertips graze the shelf, but you can’t quite get a grip on the box itself. Glancing down, you scan the bottommost shelf and wonder if you can step on it to give yourself a boost.

“Need a hand?”

The voice comes from behind you, and a vague sense of familiarity sparks in your brain. Slowly, you turn around, and your entire body freezes when your gaze slides up to the speaker’s face.

“Jay.” The syllable escapes you in a near whisper. “H-hi.”

“Hey.”

Jay stands before you, looking like sin incarnate in a faded denim jacket, black sweatpants slung low on his hips, and not much else. At his throat, his silver necklace sparkles, the silver J pendant glinting beneath the fluorescent lights of the store, and you’re suddenly beyond grateful that you decided to put on a decent sweater before leaving.

“Here,” he says, stepping forward until he’s close enough that you can smell his cologne—sandalwood tinged with sweet citrus. “Let me help you with that.”

The sudden proximity has your breath hitching in your throat. Your heart thuds erratically against your ribs as he reaches around you, the denim flaps of his jacket gaping in a way that exposes even more of his bare chest. By the time he pulls back with your cereal box in hand, you feel almost faint, belatedly realizing that you’d been holding your breath.

“You wanted this, right?” Jay asks, and you aren’t sure if you’re imagining the innuendo underlying his words or the teasing inflection of the syllables.

“Y-yeah, that’s the one,” you manage, fighting to quell the uneven tempo of your heartbeat as you accept the box. “Thanks.”

“Happy to help,” he replies. Then he leans in, close enough that you can feel his warm breath fanning your cheek as he murmurs his next sentence into your ear. “Anything for you, princess. You know that.”

Heat floods across your cheeks. Your heart skips two full beats before taking off into a sprint, and it’s impossible to ignore the way your core begins to thrum, as if anticipating a repeat of that night you first met all those weeks ago. Almost instinctively, your eyes dart up to the ceiling where the security cameras are, and Jay follows the trajectory of your gaze with a low chuckle and a soft brush of your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“Sorry, princess. As much as I’d love to get my hands on you, I’m kind of on a time crunch today.”

You can’t stop the wave of disappointment that washes over you, even if you’re in the exact same boat. “Rain check, then?”

“Rain check,” he agrees. Slowly, you reach up to touch the engraved silver pendant resting against his chest, rubbing it between your fingertips before tracing the curve of the J, and he catches your wandering fingers between his and presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“You know how to reach me,” he murmurs with a mischievous wink. His gaze lingers even after he’s released your hand, and you clear your throat awkwardly before turning to deposit your cereal box into your shopping cart.

The two of you go your separate ways then, exchanging goodbyes. You finish the rest of your grocery shopping in a daze, idly going through the motions at checkout and letting muscle memory guide you back home. Your arms are aching by the time you step past the threshold of your apartment, and you heave your shopping bags up onto the kitchen counter with a relieved sigh before returning to the entryway to toe off your shoes. You throw together a sandwich as you unpack your groceries, taking a big bite as you walk back to your bedroom to look at the dress you’ve picked out. Pacing over to the closet, you double-check your shoe choice. Briefly, you debate whether or not to wear flats instead of heels.

There are still a few hours left before you have to start getting ready, so you take the last of your sandwich back to the kitchen and whip up a smoothie to go with it. You scroll through your phone as you eat, browsing through the latest news headlines and scrolling through your social media accounts. Just before six o’clock, as the sun starts setting beyond the horizon and casting long shadows across your living room, you start getting changed. You snap a photo in the mirror once you’re dressed, pulling up Jimin’s name in your phone and sending it to him.

[6:13pm] You: last chance to come tonight

Your phone buzzes with a response almost immediately.

[6:14pm] Jimin: nah. i’d hate to step on hoseok’s toes.

You laugh. Not so fast, you text back. We don’t even know anything about the guy yet. What if he’s boring? Or sexist?

[6:15pm] Jimin: if u think kyunghee raised a sexist you’re seriously deranged

[6:16pm] Jimin: now stop taking selfies and get your ass out the door! you’re gonna be late!!!!

///

Each year, the holiday party tends to be a little over the top, and this year is no exception. The company has bought out the entirety of a restaurant for the evening, and you glance around in amazement at the twinkling lights and lush evergreen boughs decorating the walls and strung up along the ceiling. An assortment of sparkling ornaments hangs from the massive tree in the far corner, interspersed between silver tinsel and more lights. Grabbing a champagne flute off a passing server’s tray, you head farther into the restaurant, skirting around tables draped in creamy linen and greeting your colleagues and friends.

“Is she alone?”

“Figures.”

The voices come from the direction of the open bar, and somehow, you just know that they’re talking about you. Lottie, Hyejin, and Sandra are clustered in the corner with glasses of wine in hand, casting glances around the restaurant and gossiping about anything and everything with a pulse. You’re sorely tempted to grab the nearest pitcher of water off a table and pour it over their heads, but you suppress the urge and instead head over with a saccharine smile. “So lovely to see you, {Name},” Lottie says as you approach.

“I love your dress,” Sandra adds. “Very slimming.”

“Thanks,” you reply, putting on your brightest, fakest smile. “Yours is great too. How are you and your husband enjoying the party so far?”

Sandra’s face sours, and you hide your smirk in your champagne flute. Maybe it’s petty to bring up her rocky relationship, but you’ve been subject to snide comments from Sandra and her friends for years now and it’s become increasingly hard for you to bite your tongue. A few tables away, you spot Sandra’s husband, Rodney, take an enormous gulp of his whiskey and wince as it burns down his throat.

“We’re all having a wonderful time, aren’t we, ladies?” Lottie cuts in when Sandra takes too long to answer. “Hyejin’s date is over there with Rodney, and my boyfriend is fetching himself a drink. You remember Dev, don’t you?”

You nod, even though it’s a lie. “Sure. Say hi to him for me.”

Lottie’s lips curve up into a smile, her head tilting to the side, and you’re suddenly reminded of a snake rearing its head back for the kill. “So, what about you? Have you brought someone tonight, or—?”

“Hi ladies!” Kyunghee materializes at your side, her lips painted a festive red shade to match her dress. She’s wearing the disingenuous smile that she reserves for the resident gossips of your office, and you try not to let your relief show on your face when Lottie’s attention refocuses on your manager.

“So good to see you, Kyunghee,” she simpers. “Have you been here long?”

“Not as long as you,” your manager replies, nodding at the near-empty wineglass in her hand. “I see we’re already making a dent in the wine supply, and you’re falling behind, {Name}. Why don’t we go remedy that, hmm?”

She doesn’t give you a chance to respond, grabbing your arm and leading you away. Kyunghee is surprisingly spry for a woman her age, and you follow after her with some difficulty as she marches through the throngs of conversing people, all the way to the line at the open bar.

“I’d like you to meet someone,” she says, gesturing at the man standing at the end of the line with his back to you. “{Name}, this is my son, Hoseok.”

The man turns around at the sound of his name, a warm, affable smile stretched across his face. “Hi, I’m H—” he begins, but he’s cut off by your sharp intake of breath. His eyes go wide, his smile fading as his mouth falls open, and you’re certain you’re wearing an even more dumbfounded expression. “It’s you,” he says, his voice hoarse.

“Wh-what… how…” You trail off, speechless. The words flounder and die in your throat as your brain struggles to process this development, and you practically feel the way the gears in your head churn to a stuttering halt.

Because this man standing before you, the one that Kyunghee has just introduced as her son, is none other than Jay. He looks completely and utterly devastating in a navy waistcoat and matching slacks, a green tie shaped like a Christmas tree knotted loosely around the white collar of his shirt. His dark hair is parted, his undercut exposed, and you can’t tear your gaze away from the loose strand that has fallen across his forehead.

“H-hi.”

Jay—Hoseok—swallows. “Hi.”

Kyunghee glances between the two of you, her brows furrowing. “I take it you two already know each other?”

Hoseok’s ears begin taking on a scarlet tinge, the color spreading to his cheeks as he struggles to find his vocabulary again. “I—yeah. Yeah, we’ve met.”

“Right. Do I even want to know how?” she asks dubiously, before shaking her head and huffing out a sigh. “No, forget I asked. I don’t want to know. I’ll just leave you two to… catch up.”

Waving goodbye, Kyunghee disappears back into the crowd of partygoers milling around. Hoseok turns back to you, sucking in a deep breath, and you fight the urge to stare down at your toes as his gaze roves across your face.

“I can’t believe this,” he says, breaking the silence that’s fallen between you at last. “My mom’s been talking about you for months, but I never imagined that it’d be you.”

“You’re telling me,” you reply, finally having recovered your voice. “Kyunghee brings you up all the time, but I never thought… I mean, we didn’t even know each other’s names, and now…” You shrug. “Here we both are.”

“It’s a pretty crazy coincidence, huh?”

“Definitely.”

A beat passes, and then two. You’re fully aware that you’re staring, but you don’t dare blink, afraid that he’ll disappear if you close your eyes. Of all the things that you thought might happen tonight, this particular meeting wasn’t even close to making the list. Never would you have thought that the man you only knew as Jay would turn out to be Kyunghee’s son. Never would you have connected Jay to the photographed little boy in yellow suspenders on Kyunghee’s desk, or realized that they were one and the same.

From behind you, someone loudly clears their throat. Another voice calls for you to get a move on, already, and both you and Hoseok belatedly realize that you are still standing in line for the open bar. Hoseok’s eyes go wide again, and you nearly tread on his toes when you both try to move forward. “After you,” he says with a chuckle, gesturing for you to go in front of him, and that’s enough to break the tension. You step ahead of him with a laugh, catching up to the line, and Hoseok doesn’t stray far as he follows your lead.

“So, what are you drinking?” he asks, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. “Vodka soda with a twist?”

“Actually, I think I’m going to stick with wine tonight,” you reply, peering at the bottles lined up on the counter. “What about you?”

“Hmm. Jack and coke, I think. Nothing else is really calling my name right now.”

Grabbing your drinks, the two of you begin searching for a place to sit. You spot Kyunghee at a table near the front, and she smiles knowingly and offers you a thumbs-up when she catches your eye. Eventually, you settle on a table near the Christmas tree, the lights glimmering off the glasses and reflecting off your knife as you pick it up to butter a slice of crusty bread from the basket in the center. Hoseok follows your lead, grabbing a piece for himself, and the two of you munch in silence for a few seconds before Hoseok breaks it.

“You know, my mom says you’re the perfect girl for me” he says with a dry little chuckle. “Think she’s right?”

“I don’t know,” you answer. “It’s funny, though—Kyunghee’s been telling me the same thing. She sings your praises all the time.”

Hoseok laughs and scratches the back of his neck. “Oh, jeez, that’s kind of embarrassing. I’m glad she’s saying good things, at least.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” you tell him, grinning. “She’s only shown us one photo album from your childhood.”

His face crumples. “Was it the Disneyland one?”

You nod, fighting back laughter, and watch as Hoseok groans and lets his forehead meet the linen-covered tabletop with a dull thunk.

“I don’t like rollercoasters,” he mumbles into the tablecloth, his voice muffled by the material. “They make me queasy.”

“Even now?” you ask, and he nods.

“Yep.”

The clinking of a fork against a wineglass—amplified and broadcast through an array of invisible speakers built into the restaurant’s walls—interrupts any further conversation. You twist in your seat to watch your company’s leadership give their opening remarks, listening as they congratulate everyone for a great year and wish you a happy holiday season. The servers begin going out with plates of food, and you thank them as they set yours down. Hoseok does the same before raising his glass in your direction, clearing his throat and offering you a crooked little smile.

“Here’s to second meetings.”

“Third, if you count the store earlier,” you correct, and he chuckles and nods in agreement before clinking his drink against yours.

You spend the entirety of dinner chatting with Hoseok, getting to know him beyond the few facts Kyunghee has mentioned and what little you’ve gleaned from texting him the last two months. He tells you all about his dance studio, Hope World, where he teaches both contemporary dance and the occasional Pilates class. You find out that in addition to rollercoasters, he also dislikes sour foods and raisins, but he loves mint chocolate and sweet and sour pork. He also has a very low tolerance for alcohol—something he tells you as he tilts the rest of his drink into his mouth. “Should I be worried?” you ask as he sets his glass back down, and he chuckles and shakes his head, sending the loose tendril of hair flopping across his forehead.

Dessert is served, and subsequently eaten. The music is turned up, and people slowly begin finding their way to the open space that serves as an impromptu dancefloor. Hoseok rises to his feet and extends a hand toward you, and you only hesitate for the briefest of seconds before accepting it. He leads you out amongst the other swaying couples, his hand finding its way to the curve of your waist, and you rest your hand on his shoulder as he begins guiding you in a slow, simple waltz.

“So?” Hoseok’s voice is a low murmur, soft and gentle against the shell of your ear. “What’s the verdict?”

You blink. “The verdict?”

Even without looking, you can tell that he’s smiling. You can hear it in the lilt of his voice, and imagine it in the curve of his lips. “About me,” he clarifies, carefully pulling back so you can spin in a circle beneath his outstretched arm. “About us. My mom will never let me hear the end of it if she turns out to be right, but I still wanna know. So what are you thinking?”

“Are you asking if I think we’re perfect for each other?” you ask, giggling. “I don’t know if I believe in all that, to be quite honest. Destiny and soulmates—I mean, doesn’t it seem a little too good to be true?”

Hoseok hums. “Maybe. But considering all that’s happened to us in the last couple of months, don’t you think there’s a chance that it's all more than simple coincidence?”

“Maybe,” you concede. “Still, I don’t know if I can give you a verdict just yet. We haven’t even gone on a date.”

“We did do things a little backwards,” Hoseok admits, tugging you close and winding his arm around your waist. “Let me make it up to you, then. Are you free tomorrow?”

“What if I am?” you challenge.

“Then, I’d like to take you out for breakfast,” he replies without missing a beat.

The prospect of a proper meal with Hoseok Jung does something funny to your insides. Still, something makes you hesitate, and you avert your gaze as you search for your next words. “I wasn’t expecting to end tonight with a date,” you admit slowly. “I honestly didn’t even think you were interested in… well, anything beyond sex, to be honest.”

Hoseok’s face creases into a frown, and you look up again when he murmurs your name. “I understand why you would think that,” he says. “Really, I do. But honestly? I had every intention of texting you and asking you out properly. I was going to play it cool and wait a few days, which was stupid in retrospect. And then you texted me first.”

“I texted y—” You trail off. “Oh, god.”

“It seemed like you’d been drinking,” Hoseok says with a shrug, and you press a finger to his lips before he can say anything more. You remember the night in question, and you remember the bottle of wine you’d consumed. And you definitely remember the photographs you’d sent of yourself, and the ones Hoseok had been kind enough to send in return.

“Wait, so you were going to ask me out? And then I… I sexted you?”

Hoseok nods, and you groan and bury your face into his chest.

“I can’t believe this,” you mutter, and you feel laughter rumble through his chest before a hand comes up to stroke along your back.

“Believe me, I’m not complaining,” he assures you. “But I’d still really like to take you out, so what do you say?”

His gaze doesn’t leave yours for a second as he awaits your answer, and your heart skips a beat when you look up to see the earnestness in his eyes and the hesitant smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Breakfast sounds wonderful,” you whisper, and the smile that blossoms on your companion’s face is nothing short of radiant.

“Good,” he says. “Great. Breakfast tomorrow, then. Now, can I kiss you?”

You’re already pushing up to your tiptoes, your fingers fisting in the soft hair at his nape. “God, yes.”

///

“Hey, you made it!”

You beam. “Hi.”

You and Hoseok are about to commence your first date, having just sat down at a cozy little café for breakfast. Hoseok has pulled your chair out in true gentlemanly fashion, and you can’t help but smile over your menu at the few lingering snowflakes that have yet to melt into his dark hair.

“So, here we are,” you remark. “Our fourth meeting.”

Hoseok’s lips stretch into his signature grin, breathtakingly bright and infectious. “And hopefully many more.”

You grin at him. “Yeah? Too bad this is breakfast, because I’d drink to that.”

He leans forward, his grin widening. “Next time,” he says as his hand finds its way around yours, his fingers slotting comfortably into the spaces between your own. “We can do dinner, maybe. Or I can cook for you. But for now, I’m just happy that we’re finally doing this.”

You give his hand a soft squeeze. “Me too.”

“Just promise me one thing?”

The sudden seriousness of his tone has your brow furrowing in concern. “Sure, of course,” you reassure. “What is it?”

He winces. “Please don’t tell my mom about all the dick pics.”

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have you noticed how during or after a traumatic event tony always thinks and takes care of others before himself?

-- in iron man 1 his car is attacked in afghanistan. but he gets out of the car to help rhodey, instead of staying safely in the car like everyone tells him (deleted scene).

-- then he's confronted with the terrorists who have just captured him, but the first thing he notices is that they have his weapons and can hurt people with them.

-- they threaten and torture him. but he refuses to do what they ask even if it means dying.

-- he has just returned from months of captures, but the first thing he does instead of taking medical care, is to shut down stark industries as soon as possible. because this is more important to him.

-- in iron man 2 he found out that he will die soon, but his first reaction is to gives everything he has to children, his company to pepper, and organizes the stark expo to help the world as much as possible one last time

-- in avengers he has just been through the battle of new york where he saw horrors, aliens, and where he almost died. but the first thing he does after all that, is to create organizations to protect the population. and to turn his tower into a home for the avengers.

-- in iron man 3 he's attacked and his house exploded. but the first reaction he has is to send the armor to pepper to protect her and then ask her to take care of maya instead of him.

-- he has ptsd, nightmares, anxiety attacks day and night since new york. but when the mandarin arrives, he investigates on him, goes to stop him, and even fihts extremis soldiers and bodyguards, to make sure no one else gets hurt.

-- in avengers 2 he returns from sokovia, where he has just been through a traumatic experience, the vision of his biggest fear, all his friends dead. but the first thing he cares about back in the quinjet is that clint gets the care he needs.

-- in homevoming he just returns from siberia where he has just found out that his parents were murdered and seen them die, and where he has been betrayed and beaten by his friend. and the first thing he does is to personally bring peter home to make sure he's okay. and he talks and jokes with him to make him feel comfortable.

-- + when he's going to fight he always thinks first of all of the people who might get hurt and sends the iron legion or evacuates the place, like in the airport, or when thanos arrives. he's always careful to keep the danger away from people.

-- even during battles he takes care of the people around him, he comforts banner when he can't transform, comforts strange when he sees he's in trouble, he takes care of peter, he reassures harley when he could feel guilty. he always has a moment, a kind word to make them feel better

even when he's hurt, when he's not doing well, even if he has ptsd, even if he's been through so much trauma, tony has always put others before himself without expecting anything in return

he deserves so much better than all the pain he has received

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#BringBackTonyStarktolife ♡

#tony stark #iron man #bringbacktonystarktolife #tonystark #marvel #mcu #ironfam #tony stark deserves better #teamironman #teamstark #tony stark defense squad

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Impossible - 23

Pairing Grouping: Eric x Reader x Godric

Warnings: discussion of unwanted pregnancy, killing people, and Nan Flanagan

A/N: The moment has come to discover your origins. Finally.

***

You were behind the bar at Fangtasiataking inventory while Godric sat on a stool keeping you company. Pam and Eric were in the office going over payroll. Both were tasks normally left to others but after the issue with Longshadow, Eric was taking a more hands on approach. You wondered how long it would last.

You were crouched behind the bar counting glasses when the front door opened and shut.

“Sorry, we’re closed,” Godric said.

“I’m actually looking for someone,” a familiar voice answered.

In an instant, you were on your feet. Your father’s attention turned to you and he smiled. You couldn’t help the little squeal that left you as you hopped the counter and threw yourself into his waiting arms. It had been months since you’d seen him last, and you hadn’t parted on the best of terms. And, while you’d made amends since then, it wasn’t the same as one of his hugs. “I missed you,” you said into the shoulder you had your face pressed into.

“I’ve missed you too, angel.”

When you finally released him, you stepped back and looked him over. Not that he would look any different. He was a vampire, after all. “You’re early.” He wasn’t due to arrive until the next day.

He grinned. “Like I said, I missed you.”

You took his hand and turned to find Godric, Pam, and Eric all standing behind you. “Dad, this is Godric, Pam and Eric. Everyone, this is my dad, Roman.”

Eric stepped forward and offered his hand. “It’s an honor to meet you, sir.”

Roman shook his hand but simply hummed in acknowledgment instead of saying anything in return. You nudged him in the ribs with your elbow. “It’s nice to finally meet you,” he said, amusement in his tone. He’d stayed silent just to irritate you. Jerk.

“Do you have an entourage with you?” you asked.

He looked down at you with a lifted brow.

“If you do, you’re staying at the hotel. Otherwise, you can stay with us,” you explained.

“We also have a loft that you can use as well,” Eric was quick to offer.

“We can discuss my lodgings later. But first, dinner. My treat.”

***

When you arrived at the overpriced restaurant, you’d been shown to a private room so any conversation wouldn’t be overheard. You left Pam at the club but brought Godric with you. Your father kept shooting glances in his direction but had yet to ask outright who he was to you. Idle conversation filled the first half of the meal. As expected, it was your father who turned the focus to more serious topics.

“Nan is displeased over the incident in Dallas. She believes that we set her up,” he said with a glance at you.

“Nan is displeased because she got called out on her shit,” you countered.

Roman frowned. He had tried to make you a proper lady and he so hated be reminded that you were not. Unless he was using it to his advantage, of course. “I’ve explained to you before that she is a necessary evil.”

You sighed and leaned back in your chair. “No. She’s a bitch. I get the PR stuff, but she does you no favors amongst the vampire community. She’s not asserting your authority, she’s giving people another reason to dislike you.”

His eyes shifted to look at the other two men at the table who both nodded in agreement with your words. “I’ll take it under consideration. In the meantime, she has been assured that she doesn’t have to be in your vicinity for the foreseeable future.”

“Thanks, daddy,” you said with a grin.

He smiled as he shook his head. “I am entirely too indulgent where you are concerned. It is pointed out to me frequently.”

You hummed in agreement. “I assume these are the same people that are the first to recommend hiring me when needed.”

“That they are,” he said with a chuckle. His attention turned to Godric. “And who is he exactly?”

“That’s Godric. I already introduced him. Pay attention, Pop.” You were being deliberately obtuse. That wasn’t what he’d meant at all.

“Who is he to you?”

A slow smile slid onto your face. “He’s my boyfriend.”

His gaze flicked to Eric. “And you are okay with your mate claiming another?”

Your mate’s smile mirrored your own as he gave a little shrug. “He is my boyfriend as well, so I fail to see the problem.”

Roman leaned against the back of his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Eric and your daughter were made for each other. It was evident from their first meeting. I would never dream of coming between them. But if they wish to make room for me in their relationship, who am I to refuse them? I am no fool.” They were the first words Godric had spoken all evening. You didn’t know if they made any sort of impact with your father, but they had you grinning from ear to ear.

“You are aware that I am a vampire and you can’t actually give me a heart attack, correct?” Roman asked you.

“I can keep trying.”

He took a deep breath. “I don’t know why I would expect anything else.”

“Since we’re covering all the heavy topics, why exactly is it that you can still feel me as strongly as if we’d exchanged blood yesterday when it’s been months? Especially since I’ve fed from both of them?” you asked.

Your father went very still. “I’m not sure what you’re getting at.”

Eric crossed his arms over his chest and you knew he was dying to say something. Wisely, he was leaving the interrogation of your father up to you.

“Oh, I think you do. I also think you know the answer,” you said.

He pressed the button on the table that called a waiter. “Fine. But not here. Your place would be best. Somewhere there is no chance of being overheard.”

Well…that was unsettling.

***

Once you arrived home, Eric poured drinks for all of you. You settled in the living room and watched your father as he stood. His fingers nervously tapped the glass in his hand.

“There was a woman. An informant before the Great Revelation. An ally. She proved invaluable. When she was discovered and her usefulness exhausted, I offered to change her rather than kill her. She’d earned it.” He drained his glass. Eric was quick to get to his feet and refill it. “She accepted provided we proceed immediately.”

“You didn’t find that odd?” Godric asked.

“Not really. I figured she must have feared losing her nerve. It happens.” Roman shrugged. “Truth be told, I had a soft spot for the woman. She was beautiful and sweet. Compassionate. I changed her myself.”

You shifted uneasily. You had never met this woman, nor had she been mentioned before tonight. Something told you that you weren’t going to like where this story was headed.

“As I worked with her, taught her how to be a vampire, I noticed a change in her appearance. Her stomach was growing.” He licked his lips. “Upon questioning, I discovered that she wished be turned quickly to terminate an unwanted pregnancy. It should have worked, but miraculously she was still pregnant. The baby was still growing.”

“That is impossible,” Eric breathed.

“Improbable,” Godric corrected with a glance in your direction.

“I was fascinated. I told no one and kept her locked away, afraid she would find a way to end the pregnancy as she’d wished in the first place. When the baby was born, there was an immediate connection between us. Almost like the bond between a sire and his progeny, but different somehow.”

Roman stood with his feet wide and his arms crossed over his chest as he looked down at you. Your heart raced in anticipation of his next words. “I killed the doctor and nurse that delivered the child. And when your mother insisted you were a monster that needed to die, I killed her as well.”

The casual way he told you that you were indeed the child in question and that he’d killed your mother in the same sentence rocked through you. Sent you off kilter. And, while you supposed you should be furious with him for doing it, you weren’t. After all, according to him, she wanted you dead so why should you be angry that it was her instead of you.

“For all intents and purposes, I amyour father. My blood runs through your veins.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you finally found your voice to ask.

“At first, I feared you’d trust the wrong person. Your origins can never be discovered. There are too many that would fall to the temptation to experiment.”

“And later?” you prompted when he didn’t continue on his own.

“I was terrified I would lose you when you discovered the truth.” He ran a hand down his face and took a deep breath. “But I swore that I would tell you everything if you asked. So, I am.”

You stood then and hugged him. He gripped you tightly and sighed in contentment. “You’re not going to lose me, daddy. You saved me.”

When you pulled away, you frowned in irritation. “Though this does mean that we technically still don’t know what I am.”

“Of course we do, my love,” Godric said with a smirk. “You are what you have always been. An impossible thing.”

#eric northman x reader #godric x reader #eric northman fanfiction #true blood fanfiction #godric fanfiction #eric northman x reader x godric #poly fanfiction #series #impossible

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Yaoi/Manga I’m reading/have read. Please support the artists on official websites. If you have recs or want to chat about any of these get in my messages right the fuck now my dudes. Also spoilers, also this probably doesn’t make sense to anyone but me, also I think I’m funny sorry in advance.

Dangerous Convenience Store

Tags: Ongoing, self aware lead for the most part, gangs, smut, love triangle, possessive, not rapey, seme is like the fucking hulk compared to uke, college, age gap, good art, muscular bodies, seme is adorable/romantic in sp chapters, sexual awakening, meeting the gang (in two ways!), FAINTS OF CUTENESS/HOTNESS, the memes after every chapter got me gagged, HAHE hahahahahahahahahaha, OMG DO I GET SOME CNC?! (update: short lived), we stan a vocal man (Ahjussi), thigh fucking, my mans be like my thighs hurt fuck my ass instead DECEASED, ass smacking, these memes are so good god damnit, rimming

8/10, I live for Ahjussi (Am I spelling this wrong..)

The New Employee

-love love love

Tags: ongoing, we stan supportive boyfriends, healthy relationship, boss/employee, smut, office setting, good art, 10/10 will re-read, muscular bodies

Love Shuttle

Tags: completed, ABO, enemies to lovers, possessive, coworkers, fake relationship, strong omega, the art sucks but I like the story, art gets better after the 1st season, alphas eyes change colors when happy/anxious, muscular bodies, 7/10, update 10/10 art is meh but fml this storyline is basic af in the best way and it’s the fluff/smut I need, when you’re caught by the folks *cringe*

Hold Me Tight

Tags: ongoing, boss/employee, bodyguard, gio can’t feel heat until felix comes along, uke is strong af, horny bastards, smut, possessive, tragic childhood, moving in together right away, rich seme, felix in a bunny costume though *heart eyes*, dialogue is great, rape in a technical sense but the vibe is written like both characters are all good after? Ex. hospital scene…dub con, ART IS GREAT, hand holding during sex, 10/10 will re-read, muscular bodies

Yours to Claim

Tags: ongoing, love triangle, Dom/sub dynamics, smut, main is big switch energy, reincarnation, jealousy, manipulative, possessive, self aware lead for the most part, toxic af, GREAT ART, college, rich semes, 10/10 will re-read and not even finished, SONOFABITCH that cliff hanger!! Season 3 come thruuuu (I have to wait until November? *cries* BUT MAH LOVE TRIANGLE!!, I want a THROUPLE GOD DAMN IT

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

Tags: obsessed with this story, will the incense burner scenes make it?? No tags because I'll never forget this one haha wangxian 5ever, send me all fanfics/fan art you have about this story, love Dark Wangji, Jadecest, ABO/omegaverse, Bottom Wangji/Top Wei Ying, and honestly anything regarding this fandom

Bj Alex

Tags: completed, great art, 11/10 will re-read, cam boy, fanboy, seme is an asshole, uke is so sexy, jealously, rich seme, enemies to lovers kind of?, CHANWOO IS MY BOY FOR LIFE, Chanwoo MD supremacy, BDSM (like really really), fuck I love Chanwoo, college students, rich seme, emotional rollercoaster, uke soft body, mean seme, college life, that one nosy bitch ass guy trying to expose my boys needs to fuck right off, seme split/fake personality, dub con

Anti PT

Tags: ongoing, 11/10 re-readable, porn with feelings, love triangle, jealousy, attempted non-con, personal training wink wink, main love interest is actually the best, second male lead is a god damn creep, first time, smut, great art, sex addict/constantly horny uke, I WANT A HWI,

Related: https://www.anime-planet.com/manga/anti-pt/recommendations

Payback

Tags: ongoing, both are psychopaths tbh, revenge, gangs, uke sells himself to seme, violent seme, entertainment industry, brunette supremacy, what this motherfucker gonna do? hehe , great art, muscular bodies, dead dove do not eat, my mans must be GOOD looking/animal magnetism cause everyone losing their fucking minds, okay this is a comedy I’m dying, he tried to scare him with wanting to be a top but my psycho said REVERSEUNO BITCH I’M A VERSE (wait jk apparently *sigh*), anonymous masked sex (sad n’ kinky)

My Suha

Tags: ongoing, wow this gets dark, possessive af like holy shit, terrible people all around uke, rape, boss/employee, office politics/family politics, smut, characters that are punchable, dead dove do not eat, *velociraptor noises*, avoided this for a while but I’m back because nothing can be more emotionally devastating than Banana Fish, TIE HIM UP, FUCK HIS FACE ALKSJD:ASKD, FUCK SUHA UR SO HOT that dirty talk though YAS, glad I picked this back up lmao, GOD DAMN IT just when the package arrived then this red head fucker *screams*

Shame Application aka Dirty Vibration

Tags: completed, friends to lovers, model seme, cute af uke, love triangle, entertainment industry, smut, kink, all kinds of sex everywhere, realized feelings, mutual pining, jealousy, rich seme, blonde seme, big brother 1984 always watching, 10/10 would re-read, porn with plot, they were roommates!, ~straight~ seme, first times, great art, remembering some cringe but considering the story it’s par for the course

Will You Subscribe

Tags: ongoing, season 1 completed, enemies to lovers, cam boy, office politics, boss/employee, hiding a secret, public sex, stalkers/creepy men, emotionally stunted characters, mutual pining, idiots in lust, lingerie company, slut shaming, jealousy/possessiveness, season 2 bebeh, HOLDING HANDS *velociraptor noises*, LMAO okay my mans is not THAT old how tf does he not know netflix and chill, BUNNY COSTUME (quickly becoming my new fav trope in manga, A+ gang), oh we stan a good boy, wtf is wrong with wanting to do cam work, ‘I wish my marks could become permanent’ *omegaverse wink*, *works for lingerie company* *doesn’t understand where bf gets sexy costumes* like wut kind of fuckery…, cross dressing ftw, roleplay, classic BL miscommunication trope

Hyperventilation

Tags: completed, high school crush, unrequited love, mutual pining, smut, quickie (short story), class reunion, apparently furry with the extra chapter turning my man into a bunny but c'est la vie! https://myreadingmanga.info/korean-bl-animation-hyperventilation-engsub/ this is the animation of the same story, different endings but same in tone (this site is spammy AF but the English subs are so hard to find for this) 8/10

Unmei no tsugai ga omae da nante

Tags: only one bed, ABO, office setting. Coworkers, enemies to lovers, competitive, equality in the omegaverse, dubcon, real dicks and not lightsabers, fated pair, art is cute af 8/10

K’s Secret

Tags: buckle up buttercup, dead dove do not eat, angst, pining, somnophilia, dub con, non con, boss/employee, manipulative, stalking, forced relationship, tragic childhood background, weird art but gets better, uke: don’t threaten me with a good time but seriously stop threatening me, possessive & obsessive, seme is like the fucking hulk compared to uke, wow were going full psycho stalker hm?, dating a narcissist is all fun and (mind)games, con non con… ? honestly who tf knows, domestic!, OW MY HEART, the t/n WAP note sent me, ch 51 translated by gen z, do special ep= furry? Wait there’s a maid costume, bunny costume, directors friends keeping it real, rough translations 8/10

Enthusiasm

Tags: ongoing, dead dove do not eat, uke buys seme, masc boys, muscular bodies, fight club, master/slave, rich uke, revenge, real dicks not lightsabers, rough sex, cuckholding, daddy issues, suicide, wow the end of ch 5 punched a hole in my heart, penile implant life, rough translations makes the storyline wonky, nvm back to lightsabers *star wars noises*, HAD ME FEELING SOME TYPE OF WAY I CAN NOT, shibari, possessive, wait this is cute *velociraptor noises*, angst, no kithes for you “bestie”, OBSESSED, honestly choke him pupper, STAY THE NIGHT ALKSDJA:SLDKJAS:LKDJA:SLDKj, problematic but I’m riding for these two,

Ichimai Goshi Fetish

Tags: completed, short, fetishes DO start in childhood don’t they *ruminates*, author: describes ML as a beautiful 2D character meanwhile: ML IS 2D character, fellas is it gay to kiss the homies?, “real dudes don’t interest me” is a MOOD, comedy, jealousy, college setting, dialogue is A+, not lightsabers but not dicks either, first time, when you’re fucked so good you think you’ve died, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4uEq5Nx6ko, hero/villain roleplay. Fluff n smut 10/10

My Purrfect Boss

Tags: completed, tooth rotting fluff because blondie is so FUCKING cute little sensitive soul, golden retriever boyfriend, pure comedy, DECEASED, MY MAN JUST DID THE SLOW BLINK, office setting, boss/employee, ~wasted~ (red dead redemption meme), FFS SO CUTE, he put a ring on it right away beyonce would be proud af, he protecc he attack but most importantly he hit it from the back, jealousy, honeymoon phase of dating, the ex is a snake (update: oh wow literally), I’m picking up abuse/PTSD vibes based on how Kang reacts to his ex :(, classic BL miscommunication plot, immediately no meme audio (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6XWSGfYnps) , I WILL STRAIGHT UP MURDER CHA WTF!!!!!!, gang rape, spiked with drugs that force heat, me rn:*screaming/rage*, psychotic ex/abuser, HE PROTECCC, actual relief after that scene jesus fuck, okay YES kings I see you, okay this is giving me cuteness aggression, hi yes I’d like to adopt a cat and a dog please 9/10

Following Namsoo to the Bathhouse

Tags: completed, same author as, “My Purrfect Boss”, A+ comedy once again, JUNIOR, gay awakening, “fap myself to death” DEAD, facial expressions are ridic, my minds telling me no but my body, my bodyyyy’s telling me yaaaaa, ya boy is literally losing his mind over this, actual lightsabers lmao, FLUFF, permasmile, 6969, THINKS THEY’RE GOING TO EAT RAMEN, dense gay, own your skin wtf okay hannibal calm down, everyone is officially cray, ah I also am barfy when drunk, denial really is something hm, classic BL miscommunication plot, when people pleasing too far, happy ending 🥺🥰, side story: our crazy gets his very own crazy (ashton Kutcher from spread vibes), public sex, sex sparkle 9/10

Alien in my Closet

Tags: ongoing (maybe completed but def ongoing on the site I use), not rapey at all?? You’d think it’s impossible in this medium ffs, anti pt vibes, cute art, fluff ‘n smut, red head!!, they were roomates!, sex toys, bsdm, D/s (brat)dynamic or maybe owner/pet, bondage, *tiffany hadish voice* this is noiceeee, con humiliation/degradtion, SANTA CLAUS, edging, marking, one lotus please (he’s clearly read the 4 agreements and karma sutra), con non con, exhibitionism, the wrist thing stays on people, Katoptronophilia, roleplay, is it stalking when you bring your friends?, lotus: welcome home cheater, the chin on the head thing gives me cuteness aggression, the twins are my favs, when ur crush vanilla af 😭, haesung: experiment on me daddy, no dick until halfway through/fingering supremacy, bedroom sessions has me gagged, voyeurism, wait they haven’t kissed this whole time I forgot (audio: https://www.tiktok.com/@ryley/video/6976701880277748997?lang=en), sunbae is sus, YES FINALLY A FUCKING SWITCH COUPLE AKJSDHALKSJDHASKLJDHALS KJDALKSJD (update: sort of), there’s a missed opportunity for an anal probe joke, damn it okay maybe sunbae is chill, 3 musketeers, my heart*implodes*, *velociraptor noises*, 12/10 would re-read such fluff my heart

On Doorstep

Tags: completed, age gap, reese has ptsd, jimmy going from 0 to 100, jimmy really got down on his knees at work, ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) deepest part you say, real dicks, ride him like a rodeo, quickie/short story, porn with plot

Gorani Jeon

Tags: ongoing, omegaverse, no alpha though, animal hybrid, art is beautiful like it's drawn on paper not a screen, 40 inch weave yours came in a pack, historical (non-modern), lord send me a sexy man pls, the memes after each chapter are golden, taking the phrase licking wounds literally, is that an eggplant or are you just happy to see me hehe, ahhh so inhibitors do exist here, vertical 69, here lays Bau fucked to death by Ran, WHY HE TOUCHING MY MAN, these chickens are dope, stomp on his dick, that’s what I call a happy meal, fucked right out the front door I’M DEAD, mpreg, i need a tiger+mountain god spin off (whoops dad/son my bad), slice of life, cute fluff 8/10

Room to room

Tags: completed, college setting, A+ dialogue, absurd size difference, unrequited love, sexsomina, dubcon, angst, death by a thousand cuts emotionally, insecurity, body envy, pining, friends to lovers, they were roommates!, homophobia, sexual assault, PTSD, gays in denial, the tattoo 🥺 ow my heart, truly this is 90% smut, “going from unrequited love to fwbs is shittier than I expected”, dowan *bad blood by t swift* when he sees garam, ch 22garam reminds me of my ex and that’s not a compliment, I’m not gay but my boyfriend is vibes, triflers need not apply, spanking, 😭😭😭😭😭 my heart hurts, is anyone getting a bit of a puppy play vibe? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vni9ZWmDXis, handcuffs, lots of head we stan, dowan’s gotta a touch of a foot thing or maybe body worship thing, asdlfgkjs ;dlkfgjsd;flkgj;sdflkgj;sdlfgjs;d/gkdf SO CUTEEEEEEEEEEE, roleplay. They broke the bed no use of crying over spilled milk ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), side stories delivering man in uniform and sex toys AND puppy, asdlkjaslfkasdjfl;askdfjasdf the shirt thing is so hot, watersports, I take it back this is 98% smut 9/10

Mistake Lover

Tags: completed, when ur bff is back on their BS, love triangle, coworkers, i swear all these ukes look the same to me at this point (which is very cute), GE!!!! (wangxian flashbacks), wait no smut?.... Paused

Yagi to ookami no hatsujou jijou

Tags: completed, quickie/short story, literally on my reading list because a comment said “nice cock 10/10”hahahaha, animal hybrids, scifi/aliens, me during chapter one: am I a furry? No. Am I? Relevant audio https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=noJNIqvDfoo, hotties when human GOD DAMN, bi king, okay I stan this girl changing gears take your opportunities honey!, does blondie have a tinder or how is this happening? (update: called it), feminization, dubcon/noncon, marking, heats, idk about 10/10 cock but not lightsabers, translation is ruff (get it?), a yankee hahaha, literal wound licking, googles chimera, *claps* yes king selfish call his ass out, tail holding caaaayoooot, not that isn’t usually copious amounts of cum but really this is a lot 8/10

Make Me Bark

Tags: completed, $250 a month rent?? *cries in Californian*, god damn it these grey haired 2D men are really hot fml, “next months rent is a looming concern but I hope it’ll get better” followed by apartment on fire is how I feel about reality, rare characters that smile way more than they frown, sex toys, kink, puppy play, owner/pet dynamic, sugar daddy/baby, college setting, harness, muzzle, leash, tail plug, shirt thing!!, soaked briefs, playing barbie IRL, omg meet cute at the adult store, intercrural sex, possessive/jealousy, ah fuck yes I saw this panel on IG but it didn’t have the source but now hehe, whipping, choking, spanking, *bookmarks*, simp city, childhood friends, side couple cute af, yeonsoo: sorry I’m an anti romantic, size queen, mens lingerie, domestic, mutual pining, these bestie pairings are *chefs kiss*, skinny but muscular bodies/no ridiculous size differences, “does he have a big dick?” “probably” “well tell him to come” GAGGED AJKSDHALSKDJHA this dialogue pure comedy, exhibitionism, human auction, maid costume, men in heels, topping in a dress, girl at the bus stop HAHAHA, ffs this is so cute, side stories: it’s a small world afterall, dynamic role reversal, pink haired boy is guru, SCREAMING AKDJA:SLDKJA:LKDJA:LSDKJLAKDJA:LDJAL:SKDJASLKDJA:SLKDJLAKSDJLASDJ:LASJD:ALSKDJASL:DJ:ASLJDPUTARINGONIT!!!! 11/10

Gurume no fukurami

Tags: completed, quickie/short story, food fetish, feeding fetish, age gap, throuple-eqsue? There’s 3 people involved, paused ch 1 pg 30

Under the Green Light

Tags: ongoing, thank you IG for rec’ing this, brunette supremacy, neurodivergent?, lmao @hag, this statue is everything I wonder if it’s based on a real piece?, we went from talking art to being pinned to the ground REAL quick, translations rough but not as rough as my mans here, draw me like one of your french girls vibe, sass master, these dicks are ridiculously huge which is saying something for this genre, i love a verse/switch, “first time he’s asked someone to stop so his self-esteem is hurt” HAHAHAHA, stealing bae’s shirt, facials galore, car sex/public sex, jin not into praise kink clearly, sort of slut shaming jealousy, marking

Walk on Water

Tags: completed, for being about porn it’s not that smutty (i take it back), “don’t even think about running away” got me like https://giphy.com/gifs/VABbCpX94WCfS, actual dicks (lightsabers later must be the cleaners not the OG), muscular bodies, blonde seme, brunette uke, k mcqueen is everything, honestly haven’t loved a couple this much since chanwoo x MD and I LOVE THEM, jealousy, orgasm denial, the angles/frames of the art in this are insane (11/10), emotional intimacy CUTENESS HASIHDLASKDHJLAKSJDH, i wanna lick lick lick you from your head to your toes, dirty talk A+, bestie you turned out to be Judas you judgy fuck how dare you touch my man, Ryan is 50 shades of fucked up bb needs therapy, Chang and yeowoons sexual tension is *chefs kiss*, I ship it/all my ships sailing, woof non con but expected tbh, YEAH BABY YEAH *Austin powers voice*, fml I don’t want this story to end, meeting the Hets ™ would make me nervous too, spiderman kith, mirror sex sjkadfhasldjkfh, 34+35, JOI but with a partner? Not D/s, promises are made to broken hehe, that feeling when you understand the title, omg the fan art is so cool!! 15/10 would re-read seriously I can’t explain how well the artist used angles/how she portrayed the scenes was fucking MASTERFUL

Woof Wolf

Tags: that's my best friend (saweetie), red heads, werewolf au, college setting, students, shoot a shot in your mouth while I'm riding, facials, marking

Sexual Awakening of an Ex Delinquent

Tags: completed, quickie/short story, sexual coercion/non con/dub con, tiddies, bondage, nipple play, edging/orgasm denial, candy in ass wow, food kink, kink in general, rich seme working class uke, lightsabers, big dick Jesus fuck, exhibitionism, public sex, men's lingerie, Blondie is a sweet baby angel, self hatred/homophobia, sexual narrating that has me like oof 😣 that's not how this works but okay, the sweet spots thing is a great line, man is a slave to the sweets, lmao at the meme at the end of ch 9 fucking facts, kidnapping plot, rapey guys all around this story, tattoo/back story reveal has me like *nods head yes*, my throats broken has me gagged, crazy amount of sfx noises that distract from the art (I really appreciate cleaners I realize), first times, rushed ending feels, would rate 6/10 not terrible but probably won't read again.

With Your Tail Yes

Tags: ongoing, IG rec, quickie/short story, on man brunette looks EXACTLY like a different character by another artist like for real duplicate, home boy pulled Elle Wood’s Bend n Snap and we are HERE FOR IT, lingerie/cross dressing, okay compilation of short stories, great artwork but wtf these are far too short (maybe uploaded wrong..?), *immediately makes deal with the devil because yum*, ah okay previews THEN stories, human animal hybrid situation, lightsabers, fucking imagine your crush delivery the sex toy you ordered online HAHA *dies*, buys toys because men ain’t shit is a VIBE, you know he’s always wearing matching sets because he’s 100% that bitch, dub con/non con, knotting (unexpected), exhibitionism, public sex, good ol’ fashion blackmail to get your lover to stay with you trope, sexual assault/attempted rape, victim blaming, shibari, leashes, D/brat dynamic sort of, copious amounts of cum, lube? What lube?, marathon sex, first time, 75 hours?? Immediately no meme, 7/10 mostly for art/concepts but not execution

Heat and Run

Tags: ongoing, IG rec, omegaverse, friends to enemies to lovers, multiple couples as main to sides then sides to mains, my heart dropped because I thought the first sex scene was incest but then realized I’m mixing up all the characters derp, dense gays, this is america (the shooting comment WOOF reality feels bad man), blondes have more fun, real dicks, dubcon/CNC dealers choice, mutual pining, idiots in love, big alpha energy BDE, there are moments I feel Hayoung on a spiritual level and not sure that’s a compliment hahaha, orgasm denial/edging, istg if he bonded without Hayoung permission *jenna marbles BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII YOU BETTAH NOT*, also I was hoping the idol was him but realizing it’s probs his sis, *deep sigh*, BDIRL, wow racism, oh no oh no no no no no meme audio, listen everyone needs to get into therapy to break that generational trauma is all I’m saying (not excusing abuse at all, trauma isn’t a free pass), NO ONE WANTS TO PLAY A GAME WITHOUT KNOWING THE RULES :ALKSDHJALKSDJA:SLKDJTRUE, matthew singing bo burnham: I’m problematic *background singers ‘he’s a problem!’*, i ship it yolo, JAEHO STAN (no means no!), mpreg, god damn it I am so worried about him getting roofie and the party scene hasn’t even started ABO WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TOO ME, OH THANK JAEHO, dayummmm that clapback was real fuck him UP, me clapping: MARK HIM MARK HIM, GOD DAMN IT WITH THESE ONGOING FUCKING CLIFF HANGERS FML, marked via knotting? Okay that’s new, but also like normal marking I think, fucking til bottom pees trope

Heaven Officials Blessing

Animated series season 1 complete. Live action currently filming (same director as Untamed too UGH SO HAPPY)

Tags: ongoing, same author as my fav ever MDZS, just finished season 1 animated on netflix and can no longer avoid this because I LOVE THEM, all the memes on IG make sense now, Prince voice: Dearly Beloved (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXJhDltzYVQ) we are gathered here today to dive deeper into a fandom I will never escape, ART IS AMAZING (https://tenor.com/view/incredible-talented-lady-brilliant-gaga-gif-14857187), group chats are always chaotic tbh, wait a minute meme audio: bride = bottom? How tf did I not get that the first time round *sigh* always hoping for a verse couple, the asst. Boys I ship hard, the sass, fuck this is going to just be pure angst isn’t it *straps in, has fluffy manga queued*, even if no smut 11/10 gege porn, not subtle, god FUCK this ART IS SO FUCKING GOOD THE TALENT skjas;ldkfja;, 🥺, traumatic cliff moment *mdzs flashbacks*, HC smirk is my new favorite thing, no fucking but lots of touching, size difference, horror, gore, wuxia, great side characters, my ear feels tingly too lmao, SOMEONE BETTER GET THESE MF SNAKES ON THIS MF PLANE (cliff), umbrella moments got me uwu, gimme at least didi pleaseandthankyou, FUCK I LOVE THIS ARTIST she keeping us WELL fed with these extras DAYUM, wind/earth master ship please sail, CALL ME DADDY IM DEAD, HC has LWJ energy like you are not qualified to talk to me LOL, WAIT this totally counts as there was only one bed trope, also I’m already excited about omegaverse ff (send me recs please please please)

4 week lovers

Tags: ongoing because apparently I want to torture myself, mutual pining/”unrequited love”, college life, friends to lovers, blackmail ur crush into sex trope, public sex, I was going to tag possessive body language but possessive in a general sense apparently (starting strong yessss), sure jan @unrequited love dialogue, THEY WERE ROOMMATES *cackles*, sus haha, rough translation, pure comedy, shirt thing!, casual abuse :( (back story, traumatic childhood), I’m getting TharnType vibes (but not quite…), that note is precious, cry during/after sex, great angles, dialogue A+

Burlesque Night

Tags: completed, quickie/short story, stripper/body guard, coworkers, lust at first sight, magic mike vibes, fridays = getting fucked on stage O-O, well that was traumatizing af, took a bullet, real dicks, LDR, CUTE, I’m not in love with you… sure jan, OH WOW MASTER dlksaj;alsdkja;lsdkja;sld, gay awakening/first time, the art detail is *chefs kiss*, disappointed but not surprised :( :( :(, we stan a yes and lover, shirt thing, still not sure wtf the vertical anus thing is but full circle moment haha, you know what fuck it I’d re-read this 9/10

My one and only cat

Tags: ongoing, cat hybrids, god damn it I’m totally in furrydom ffs, ah well here we go, idol hot = loneliness wahhh /s, so hot he literally transforms other beings, omg a cat cafe CUTE, fuck that cat is cute *so fluffy*, stalker status, comedy, real dicks, I think the uncle would be supportive/jealous even I hope they talk about it I’m dying to know his thoughts, big tiddies, if this ain’t the cutest shit FLUFF/SMUT, copious amounts of cum, ate it with the panties on, CAKE, xmas, his milkshakes bring all the boy(cats) to the yard, trifling bitch

Imitation Mate

Tags: completed, omegaverse, alpha x alpha. Class rivals YAS, childhood frans, enemies to lovers omg this is all the shit I want, manipulation 1000 but yolo I ship it

Mr. 100% Perfect

Tags: ongoing, so relatable, OCD?, hoarder, when I read the title I thought mental illness and I was right, masks ugh RELATABLE, getting back together w ex, woof sibling drama/manipulation, suicide attempt, omg their communication regarding the psycho is REFRESHING, OMG JEJU ISLAND I see it in every fucking kdrama ever but this is the first time I’ve seen it mentioned in a manga *hm* interesting, furry furry everywhere, eye contact, finished reading season 1 pause for an omergaverse cause, okay I’m back and season 2 starting STRONG #1 men are gross #2 mans just went right to a blowie while mf was trying to pee lmao i can NOT the germs barf, fuckboi extraordinaire stressing over a textback is *great*, that istg face is perfect, HYUNGGGG, hand on his heart OW MY HEART, vibe check LOL, here for this plot dev, END OF SEASON2 NOOOOOOOimnotready. Head bonks CUTE

The origin of species

Tags: ongoing, omegaverse, sex tape, blackmail, i already don’t like this teacher, size difference, ‘JUST DIE’ hahahahahaha, I’m in love with noona, wait Ahjussi means uncle/mister? Dangerous convenience store has a new meaning to me now, DECEASED @they won’t, copious amounts of cum, alcohol to have intimacy *sighs in early 20s*, also WTF THEY ARE FUCKING AND THERE’S NO PHERMONE STUFF! What’s the point of being ABO without smell *swaggy p meme???*, wait okay ch 11 it begins, stockholm syndrome but since childhood I’m fairly certain *looking at you teacher I don’t trust these mfs*, dubcon obviously, also the can’t be knotted thing has me *cardi b meme that’s weird that’s sus* obvs poor bb about to get preg af, five word horror story: I won’t hurt you again *why tf you lyinggggg why u always lyinggg meme*, white collar crime, what’s the point of a contract when there’s no actual choice

How to Chase an Alpha

Tags: ongoing, lowkey been avoiding this one not because I think it’ll be bad I just..idk the brain is a weird thing, page 2 and I love mains attitude fucking gagged sass me bb, starting with rough translation but it be that way sometimes, GROUNDS HIMSELF BY TOUCHING HIS BLACK CARD I CANTTT, pheromone city fuck it UP, MC is a MOOD, mutual pining, when u and bae both hire PI’s to get info on each other, R-E-S-P-E-C-T, shirt thing, fucking chuffed about the rival fucking bring it, funny art, cheated on ugh mah heart I saw it coming and it still hurt, pure comedy this airport scene is so funny to me wtf, LDR, good ol murica fuckboi, LOVE HIM RIDE FOR UR MAN/MORALS, liams a little rapey rapist hm? No one’s ever said no… well being flooded with pheromones isn’t consent my dude, istg liam = I love it when they struggle, obvs jealousy/possessive tag but such is ABO, cat suit, BUNNY suit, sexy costumes, god damn it I love them that proposal/mpreg so cute, imprinting AW, ugh baes fam is so cute I needed that bc I wanna strangle wooyoungs dad, THE SECETARY is my fucking fav never stops being A+, SEC+LIAM?? Here for it *i ship it*, FUCK SO CUTE 12/10 re-read, fluff n smut, excited for how to chase an omegaside story hyung needs love!, JINI is mood, sales king I’m dying, that collar is ~hot~ btw

Egoism

Tags: completed (because jesus I can’t with ongoing, theheartbreakTM), UPDATE FML THE HEART BREAK IS REAL also no smut, omegaverse, hey stepbro, starts with rape, possessive/jealousy (isn’t all ABO?), age difference (6years, alpha is younger *can I get hyung plz lord*), HYUNG, woof this dad SUCKS, child abuse, rape culture *sigh*, I wanna get jacked like rick and summer and beat tf out of the dad, me n my cat, TELL EM HONEY I love this MC, traitor indeed, beta x omega btw, fated pair, coercive sex, didi going to be his own demise, BREAKUP/TIME SKIP NO this is BL hell, the rona is mentioned in this, ALL I WANT IS TO HEAR YOUR STORY WAHHHHHHHHHH also YES MY SHIP IS GOING TO SAIL I CAN FEEL IT, okay honestly frustrating a bit but also liked it yah 7-8/10, won’t re-read unless I’m looking for hurt though cause the comfort is BRIEF

Yarichin bitch bu

Tags: ongoing, reading because I watched this anime after seeing it mentioned in the comment section of -im-being-harassed-by-the-sexiest-man-of-the-year, anime was 2 eps a fucking wild the way this is uploaded SUCKS, no reality porn what plot rape-y ridiculous and now I need to read the source apparently haha, I need to know much more about yuri and blue hair guy ASAP (they have the spin off*adds to list*), high school setting, smut, studentsxstudents/teachers, photography club my ass, sex toys, kinky, crossdressing, gay awakening, unrequited love, jealousy, fake relationship, two faced people, OCD, COMEDY, rich people problems, hoarder, inferiority complex, one bed, toono is a dumbass in this love triangle or denial might be a better word, they are cousins my dude stop shipping it (I say to both toono and myself LOL), I wanna see Yuri’s face laksdjf;aldskf, vibrator #18 line is fucking iconic, yaguchi is about to get real interesting (BPD?), lies/manipulation, oh toono you sweet summer child, YURI i can’t wit chu, wait did he just punch the student because he won’t kiss him or???, dubcon/noncon obvs, finally my verse couple but they’re not a couple (yuri/tamu), they all care about each other is a weird way awwww, love confessions to pet vibrator scene are ICONIC MY DUDES I CAN NOTTT, lowkey living for Yuri’s drooling at this point, Jimi gives me such bad second hand embarrassment, Yuri the switch verse bb I’ve been looking for need more!, internalized homophobia, blackmail, MIDDLE FINGER IN THE AIR YAS KING, the heartbreak of ongoing/hasn’t been updated in years

Yarichin bitch bu dj wa

Tags: not completed I think, years old though, see above you know what it is, so cute omg, FIRST KISS AW, degradation kink?, MY VERSE COUPLE I’ve finally found you, biting, choking, rough sex, sex toys, they had fun together for another two hours DECEASED

Fucked by my Best Friend

Tags: ongoing, friends to lovers, body swap, Porn what plot, cannon threesomes in past maybe??(MFF for sure but MMF??), beach life, revenge, he became a HOT woman so honestly get over it, sloppy seconds, first off you’re both sluts second lmao this is going to be wild hm?, fellas is it gay if you kiss the homies, classic did you cum guy jfc, that’s how you get preg dumbass, ah the joys of being a woman /s assault in der clrub, *DEEP SIGH* @ you almost being raped turns me on, YES TURNING BACK DYING, gender has nothing to do with this LOL but true. Also yes cannon threesomes/orgies, googles frotting, mans like narrating playtime, intecurial sex public sex, lingerie, this is the closest thing to straight manga I’ve read hahaha, THE SCIENCE OMG FUCKING RIDIC :you need a mass amount of semen within you SURE JAN, possessive. Objectification, she trying to fuck without Shion LMAO, 34+35, do you think he’s on r/nofap, dry orgasm honestly impressed with mans rn ngl, spit as lube, anal fingering, just helping the homies find their prostate, bottom shaming (disappointed but not surprised), bis/gays in denial smh, question if he has a wet dream will he turn into a woman?, shirt thing, lol at female orgasm =anal in switcharoos mind, paging doc perv, shion is enjoying dressing up hm? Same dude, biggest reality gap is believing shion got admitted to a college HAHA, bad anatomy all over the place dude, rui is a dedicated exhibitionist, HE SO TIGHT BECAUSE THERES NO LUBE team no lube over here apparently not even a courtesy spit, yandere territory sort of?, Mayu with the dick wet comment is *chefs kiss*, THE HEARTBREAK OF ONGOING WAHHH I can’t believe I read all this but I can? 8/10 problematic possessive porn

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