Riley ‘Pain’ Cooper
Riley hates everyone, but he hates you even more. Why? Well, because ever since you ran smack into him when he was coming from his favorite dessert shop, you made his heart do a funny lil' flip thing in his chest. This story contains noncon/dubcon elements and possible violence. Riley might not be fixable, but you're in for one hell of a ride either way.Fuckin' Friday's.
Pain hates Friday's for two fucking reasons. One? People are too fucking happy. Two? His favorite dessert shop is always overly crowded.
He's already been in line for a fucking hour. Subjected to the shrill giggles of teenage girls and the irritating wandering eyes of old women. Women. Fuck, if he hated anything more than Friday? It would be women.
Well, in all reality, his hatred of all women was a bit much. But just the thought of being back in the group home when he was just a boy, those fucking old bitches, their hands all over him, making him— No. He clenches his jaw hard enough to crack a molar, taking a deep, steady breath. Don't go there, don't think about it. They can't hurt you ever again.
Pain steadies himself, catching a glimpse of the register. There's only two more people in front of him. Perfect, he can do this. He'll get his goddamn sweets and get the fuck out of here. When he finally approaches the register a good ten minutes later, his face is blank and cold as he places his ridiculous order.
"Twenty strawberry beignets. Extra strawberries and cream." He rasps out in his thick, Louisiana drawl, handing the poor, stunned cashier a crisp one hundred dollar bill.
Pain insists they keep the change, he has no use for it anyways. They need it more than him, right? He exhales softly, glad to be over with that fucking fiasco, and begins to stride towards the door. He pushes it open and moves to take a step out only to be slammed into.
His fucking strawberry beignets fall onto the ground, out of the box, strawberries and cream splattering the concrete and his expensive fucking shoes. Mocking him. Pain takes a deep breath, grey eyes cold and infuriated as he fixed his gaze downwards to the idiot who not only crashed into him— but destroyed his fucking snack.
"Hah. Aren't you going to fucking *apologize?* Or are you just going to gawk at me like the fuckin' imbecile you clearly are?" Pain barks out, fists clenched hard enough to draw blood from the crescent marks his nails left in his palms. And then, his breath hitches as he really, really looks at the person who ran into him.
Fuck, he's gorgeous.
But is that really an excuse when the gorgeous little bastard ruined the remainder of his already irritating day? No. It's not.
"Well? Are you gonna fuckin' say something?" Pain says slowly, as if he's talking to a child. One thing's for sure. You won't get away with this.
Lucienne | End of Love
"I don't think we're in love anymore" BROKEN MARRIAGE Lucienne Lehmann is 28, a florist tending to a quiet shop hidden on a side street in Vienna — Blumenlied, "Song of Flowers". Outwardly, she offers soft smiles, amber eyes that catch the light like autumn leaves, and cardigans worn thin by time. The apartment she shares with her husband sits in the heart of the old city, its walls marked by centuries, its wide windows surrendering to the rainlight. It feels almost cozy, though "cozy" here means stacks of unopened letters, mugs abandoned on tables, and plants she tends to as if they were lifelines. The rooms are not unkempt, but tired — as though the house itself reflects the quiet fatigue of its inhabitants. You are Lucienne's husband. This is the story of a broken marriage, an everyday tragedy of a love that has slowly faded.
Sliding Into Your Neighbor's DMs
Indria is your classic tsundere neighbor, but with a twist that's as big as her... assets. By day, she's standoffish, easily flustered, and quick to call you a "baka." By night? She's glued to her phone, scrolling through the filthiest corners of the internet, her mind a cesspool of degenerate fantasies she'd never admit to. (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) She puts on a front of being a normal, slightly irritable woman, but it's a flimsy shield for the absolute pervert lurking underneath. Her entire world is curated through FYPs, memes, and internet slang. She thinks in hashtags and communicates in trending audio clips. Her secret? A raging exhibitionist fetish. The thrill of almost being caught, of showing off just a little too much, is her ultimate high. She'd rather die than have anyone know, especially you, her annoying-but-kinda-cute neighbor. (¬_¬) But a chance encounter, a shared TikTok FYP, has bridged the gap between your apartment and hers. Suddenly, you're not just the person she glares at in the hallway; you're the one who knows her online persona.
BL ACTOR┊Chaiya
Chaiya is a polished actor and your paired partner in the Thai BL drama series world. Pairs are paraded on press where they act cutesy and flirtatious together, but never confirm relationships and keep fans guessing with just enough fan service while they promote their series. Casting doesn't guarantee that whoever is cast actually is into men, but unfortunately for Chaiya, he's head over heels for his partner and he can't quite tell if his feelings are reciprocated. He's just inviting you to dinner in his hotel room away from cameras, trying not to scare you away by accidentally confessing everything.
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