“Okay you got me, I don’t like being alone. I’m a fuck up with no family, toxic friendships, and all my ex-lovers hate me. This has been so enlightening, I feel all better, wow!”
Ms. Chowdhury blinked at him, he could almost see her resisting the urge to roll her eyes. He was acting like a petulant child. She knew it, and he knew i...
2021-05-15 01:38:09 +0000 UTC View Post“I won’t tell you to contact him, but perhaps this is a place where we could practice exercising empathy as we’ve discussed?”
Stephen clicked his tongue. “He ghosted me.”
“He did.”
“He knew about how my family abandoned me, and he did the same thing.”
“Yes, it was very hurtful. What kind of things do...
2021-05-15 01:37:16 +0000 UTC View PostMs. Chowdhury handed Stephen his tea. She started each of their sessions with a soothing brewed offering. Stephen was completely aware that he was acting too suspicious towards her, but he couldn’t help it. The idea of letting someone poke around in his deepest failings and insecurities was almost more than he could bear.
He also knew th...
2021-05-15 01:36:40 +0000 UTC View PostStephen crossed his legs and folded his hands on his knee. Perched lightly on the tufted leather couch, nestled amongst raw silk cushions in tasteful colors, he narrowed his eyes at the psychologist observing him from the armchair a few feet away. He had been watching her in silence for some time now.
“Mr. Wren,” she said at last, “M...
2021-05-15 01:36:04 +0000 UTC View Post“So then, after she fucking kicked me out in the middle of this foreign city,” Inho threw back a small glass of soju and slammed the small cup on the table, “She ignored me the whole time, then broke up with me!”
“That’s horrific!” Junseo yelled, equally drunk, “I never trusted her you know! Kicking you out in the cold! Was...
2021-05-15 01:34:57 +0000 UTC View PostInho’s grandfather had had a stroke. Since he wasn’t close with the man, the trip home to help out was a coincidence he was trying not to feel grateful for. His mother was having a tough time though, and he was doing his best to support her. Still...it was a relief to be 8000kms away from his problems.
He stirred the soup simmering on ...
2021-05-15 01:34:13 +0000 UTC View PostInho didn’t believe it.
“Couldn’t it be some sort of misunderstanding?” he attempted lamely, “I don’t see why he would get you fired on purpose.”
“Inho,” the way Jamie said his name irritated him; she sounded like an annoyed parent. You should know better, her tone said. She continued, “Why isn’t really...
2021-05-15 01:32:28 +0000 UTC View PostAfter a long night of really nailing down the joys of reunion, the next morning they somehow woke up early enough to cuddle. In the austere decor of Stephen’s apartment, it felt extra cozy to snuggle together in the soft white sheets of his enormous bed. Inho was laying horizontally (just because he could), flopped over top of Stephen’s bell...
2021-05-15 01:31:06 +0000 UTC View PostHealthy Turkeys, the poll is up! Thanks to everyone who left fun suggestions! I added 3 of mine and 3 of yours~ Please get your votes in by Friday May 14th!
Note that if a chapter is chosen it will take 1-2 weeks to write, and if an artwork is chosen, it may take a month! (I'm a slow artist.)
For an example of my artwork,...
2021-05-11 02:25:28 +0000 UTC View PostHey Lucky Pennies here's a few updates! And welcome to the new readers who have joined, I'm SO grateful for your support! Got lots of things planned to share <3
Suggestions are now closed for the Milestone reward! (Unless you sneak a comment in in the next few hours)
Just wanted to share the bare bum version of this fanart I got from Andy_draws as a bday gift! (since I can't post it on Tapas or Wattpad). Enjoy!
Andy makes The Right Twin, and is a close friend of mine <3 https://twitter.com/therighttwin
2021-05-07 22:47:03 +0000 UTC View PostWahhh!! Lacey gloves, we hit 15 Patrons! Which means I'm gonna do a Patreon-Exclusive vote for an extra!!
It can be an extra written scene (800ish words) or an artwork! The art of Inho with the handprint on his bum under the NSFW Art Tag is mine for an idea of my art style!
Steamy or Not Steamy options are welcome! (nothing ill...
2021-05-05 23:24:40 +0000 UTC View PostThey broke up the next day. Well, not so much broke up as Inho just left. Ran away. Ghosted was probably the right word, he mused. Was he the ghost? He felt like one: brittle and hollow, dead inside, like he might blow away in a gust of wind. His rambling thoughts were interrupted by the crackle of an airport loudspeaker, “Flight 683 to Seoul ...
2021-05-04 22:06:54 +0000 UTC View PostStephen was coming to get him. Inho’s legs bounced with nervous energy, and he was sweating slightly in his sweater. The call had been brief; Stephen had simply asked where he was and told him to wait inside. Did that mean he was going to come into the cafe? That was good, Inho didn’t want their reunion to be in the car. God, it had been so ...
2021-05-04 22:06:19 +0000 UTC View PostInho left the lecture hall feeling wrung dry. Despite being stressed and upset, the test had gone fine. Not because he’d studied well (though he had) but because he’d learned English as a child and despite his accent, he spoke it near perfectly.
If he hadn’t just gotten in a fight with Jasmine, the test would have gone better, but th...
2021-05-04 22:03:52 +0000 UTC View PostInho paused from singing to catch his breath. Jasmine grinned at him, still belting along with the music. They were speeding down the highway, 20km over the speed limit, shouting along with an angry pop song. Inho took a sip of his too sweet too creamy coffee, and the song ended. Jasmine turned the volume down.
“Feeling better?”
...
2021-05-04 22:02:32 +0000 UTC View PostStephen sagged, sighing and reaching for the chair he’d knocked over, “You’re such an asshole.”
“I know,” Chris chirped, “We made each other this way. But hey, I’ll still cheer for you. Maybe you’ve changed.” When Stephen quirked a skeptical eyebrow, he continued, “Indulge my curiosity though, what it is it about this...
2021-05-04 21:58:56 +0000 UTC View Post“Fuuuuuck,” Stephen dragged his palms over his face, “What the hell are you doing here?”
Chris was lying on the bed next to him, face propped on his fist, smiling from ear to ear.
“Honey, is that how you’re going to talk to me after last night?”
Stephen froze, “What happened last night?”
Chris dragged hi...
2021-05-04 21:56:52 +0000 UTC View PostInho plucked a dead leaf from the vine that hung beside his bed. It was struggling lately, and he wasn’t sure why. It had grown several feet since he’d got it, why was it suddenly dying? He considered another yellowing leaf, then snapped it off with regret. He’d have to google it. Was it just the changing of the seasons? What made a perfec...
2021-05-04 21:54:33 +0000 UTC View PostIn the backseat of his car, still hard inside his lover, Stephen began to panic. Inho’s terrible sobs seemed impossibly loud – gut-wrenching and hopeless. This was not a normal sub drop reaction. Events reoriented in Stephen’s mind: Inho’s recklessness, his aggression. Nothing about this encounter had been normal. A fear he could not yet...
2021-05-04 21:50:35 +0000 UTC View PostContent Warning: This chapter includes unsafe BDSM practices that should not be replicated in any way. NSFW 18+
“Here?” Stephen’s voice was low and husky in Inho’s ear, holding all the desperation of love masquerading as lust. They were in the back seat of the car, pressed together, their urgent hands and ...
2021-05-04 21:48:44 +0000 UTC View PostThis chapter contains sexual content. NSFW 18+ readers please.
Inho peered out of the rain-spattered window. There were no streetlamps here, but he could see trees and shapes that looked like boats in the dark. “Where are we?”
“A picnic spot.”
“What?”
Stephen got out of the car and was fussing with so...
2021-05-04 21:42:26 +0000 UTC View PostStephen deftly navigated them out of the downtown core. The streets were quiet, as if all the city’s denizens were hiding from the rain on a cold Monday night.
Inho sat silently and picked at a hangnail. He’d be damned if he was starting the conversation after all that.
Stephen was uncharacteristically fidgety and scraped his tee...
2021-05-04 21:41:08 +0000 UTC View PostInho sat on the edge of a booth and leaned his head against the leather. He’d popped by the restaurant to tell Nathan he could start work again next week, but it was really just an excuse to hang out with Jasmine. Inho was lonely.
Not responding to Stephen’s texts meant spending Sunday and most of Monday alone, and by evening, he could...
2021-05-04 21:40:06 +0000 UTC View PostBy noon, Inho still hadn’t replied, so Stephen agreed to get brunch with Chris and Blaire to take his mind off it. The hangover persisted, and when he and Connor joined the others at a packed brunch spot, the clink of cutlery and cheerful patron chatter pounded in Stephen’s skull. Connor insisted on wearing sunglasses indoors to hide his puf...
2021-05-04 21:38:19 +0000 UTC View PostStephen blinked awake to a hand resting on his cheek. He expected Inho – it wasn’t. Connor was sprawled next to him, somehow taking up 75% of the bed despite being about five inches and 40lbs smaller than him. He plucked the sleeping youth’s hand off his face and crawled off the end of the bed to avoid waking him.
It was late morning...
2021-05-04 21:37:20 +0000 UTC View PostAdrenaline coursed through him on the ride down the elevator – a hot nauseous wave of frustrated energy. Inho needed to get out of there before he did or said something he’d regret.
He didn’t feel remorse over what he’d already said exactly, but he might tomorrow when he was sober. He wasn't that drunk yet, but his joints had that ...
2021-05-04 21:36:32 +0000 UTC View PostStephen dropped the hem of Inho’s sweater and returned his stare, “Why are you being so rude?” he demanded, shocked.
Inho didn’t answer, just slapped his hand away, and stormed back to the dinner table.
“He seems nice,” Alanna said around a sip of wine.
“Shut up, Alanna,” Stephen shot back and followed Inho back...
2021-05-04 21:35:24 +0000 UTC View PostIn the kitchen, Stephen was opening and closing cupboard doors as if the wine were hiding somewhere mysterious and not sitting plainly on the granite countertop.
Inho picked it up and started picking at the foil around the cap, “I’ve got it, you just keep me company, ‘kay drunky?”
Stephen laughed and glued himself to Inho’s...
2021-05-04 21:31:21 +0000 UTC View PostAt dinner, Stephen held Inho’s hand under the table while he talked to his friends, and squeezed it frequently accompanied by small secret smiles. He was drinking a lot of wine at Chris’ persuasion, and Inho couldn’t help but adore this softer version of him.
He was so used to Stephen being perfectly composed. Except for that one tim...
2021-05-04 21:29:41 +0000 UTC View Post