One night. That's all it was supposed to be. But Lando is not okay - and Oscar sees too much. Now they're tangled in something. Something unexpected. Or short: another landoscar story

Two vastly different people with vastly different pasts meet under unfortunate circumstances, but turn it into an opportunity to heal a broken heart, find love, and learn to heal. They have so much more in common than they think. Warnings: ((18+ // This is a fairly dark story with comedy sprinkled throughout)) non-descript abuse, self-harm, suicidal thoughts smut bdsm

Minho is a dancer. Minho is bipolar. Minho doesn't do relationships unless it's Jeongin. Minho is slow as fuck. Minho doesn't know how to deal with his feelings. Minho is confusing. But that didn't stop Jisung from falling hard for him. Minho looked at him with darkened eyes. "Dance for me Sungie".

❝Let me taste you again,❞ he breathes-so low it barely exists, more air than sound. I bite down on my lip until I taste the faint tang of blood, my own whisper escaping before I can stop it. ❝Fucking hell...❞ It's meant for me, not him, but the way his breath stirs against my mouth makes it feel like a confession. His forehead presses into mine, heavy, grounding, his lashes lowering in what feels like a silent, desperate prayer. His hands are still wandering, warm against bare skin, skimming slow over the sharp lines of my ribs before settling on my waist like he owns it. ❝Just this once... please.❞ Did he just fucking beg? Oh, fuck me- ───✿───────────── 𝑇𝑤𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑢𝑡. 𝐻𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑠. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑦. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘. ✿ ┄──────────────╮ 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺: - ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ - ᴠᴏɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ - ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ - ᴠᴇʀʏ ɢᴀʏ #1 in bahng 🥇

"If I knew you'd be this pretty, I would've gotten kidnapped a lot sooner."

He groans into my mouth, and I use that moment to push back, trying to take control again. But Han is stronger than he looks, and for once, he's not letting me win. "Frustrated?" he murmurs between kisses, smirking against my lips. I bite at his jaw in response, making him inhale sharply. "You're fucking impossible." "And you love it." I don't get the chance to argue before his hands are suddenly at my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand, his grip strong and unwavering. His other hand slides beneath my shirt, fingers skimming over my stomach, moving higher, higher- A shudder wracks through me before I can stop it. Han feels it. He fucking feels it. His smirk grows. "You're shaking." ༶•┈┈୨୧┈┈•༶ WARNINGS: - Coarse Language - Smut - Violence - Abuse - Mention of suicide ❗I do not ship the Stray Kids members together. I am not assuming their sexuality. This is a fanfic from my imagination, the characters and plot are not real. If this book makes you uncomfortable, please don't read it. ❗ #1 in samsung 🥇 #5 in hyunsung 🏅

#2 TOXIC SERIES - READ VENOMOUS LOVE FIRST IF YOU DON'T WANT ANY SPOILERS. When you think of a prison, a penthouse overlooking Sydney isn't the first thing that comes to mind. I bet not even your last. But ever since my mom died when I was barely thirteen years old, my father put me behind metaphorical bars. He has always been protective of me but that was nothing compared to when she died in a car crash. Going outside turned into a dream. For eleven years I watched my walls change into a different color because I was done staring at green, blue, grey, and even pink. I could count the people I talked to on one hand, the ones I was close to. My father. My nanny. My martial arts teacher. And my driver. Besides them, I hadn't any social contacts. So when my father summoned me and told me he would send me to my cousin in Seoul, I was having a small panic attack. He never explained to me fully why I suddenly was allowed outside again, to a whole freaking other country, but I was too afraid to ask. Afraid that I would lose the opportunity to live again. I got sucked into a world that lived on hierarchy, money, power, and deceit. And nothing could prepare me, a clueless homeschooled boy, for the life that awaited me.

Two gods created the world. The Sun God and the Moon God. Though equal, they were so different in so many ways their people split in two. Saddened at the turmoil, the gods blessed mortals from each side, naming them as their descendants. Jisung is a descendant of the Moon, the first born Prince of the Moon lands. Minho is descended from the Sun, the only Prince of the Sun lands. Due to the threat of rising war, a marriage between one of the Moon Princesses and Prince Minho is arranged. But what happens when Minho is much more drawn to the Prince of the Moon? What happens when they grow closer and pursue what is forbidden?

#1 TOXIC SERIES It's the typical Enemies to Lovers story, flavored by yours truly. Raised in the same neighborhood and social circle, Minho and Hyunjin know each other far too well. Both families are well-known chaebols with deep roots in the South Korean economy. Their successes are crucial to the country. Being the only sons and heirs of multibillion-dollar companies, they are raised to hate the Lees or the Hwangs. Whenever they cross paths, they take every opportunity to humiliate or destroy the other. This ends most of the time in a fight because the only way they feel like winning.. is by using their own strength. Something money can't control. Lee and Hwang are obsessed to get under each other's skin, making them blind to see what is fueling the said obsession. Started: 01/21/23 Ended: - Edited by the lovely UV_reader19. Go check out her profile ♡