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junglevewor · 2 years

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Setting up a picture password is pretty straightforward. In the right light at the right angle, someone might be able to decode your gestures-but a quick wipe of the screen after drawing your password should alleviate this. If you still face any issue then do let us know in the comments section below.Keep in mind, though, that tapping and drawing gestures on screen leaves behind oils and other smears. I hope any one of the methods mentioned above might have worked for you.

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So above were a few ways on how to find a WiFi password if you forgot it for computers, routers, and smartphones. How to Hack WiFi Password Using New WPA/WPA2 flaw.You can also use Reaver if you had WPS enabled on your router. In free tools, Aircrack-ng is considered one of the best. There is a commercial tool ElcomSoft Wireless Security Auditor or EWSA, which can do it for you. There are numerous ways to hack your router but they require a lot of patience, especially of you are using WPA2 with TKIP on your router. Since it is not illegal to hack your own router, you can give it a try. There is a key on your router labeled “Reset” which you have to press for 10 seconds or so, in order to reset your router.īut resetting is not a good idea as most of the routers are set to open when performed a reset on. You can reset your router to set its password to its default if you forgot it. Once you are logged in, you can change the password by going into the “Security” tab.

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Your router may have different default username and password, check your router and its manual to find it out. The credentials are by default “admin” for both fields. Once you’ve typed in your router’s address, you’ll be prompted to enter the username and password. For all common router brands, one of the following 3 addresses should work, but note that if you’ve manually changed your router’s default IP address, you’ll have to enter that instead:ġ92.168.0.1 (Netgear, D-Link, Belkin, and more)ġ92.168.1.1 (Netgear, D-Link, Linksys, Actiontec, and more) Once you’ve taken care of that, if necessary, simply enter your router’s IP address into any web browser. This only works if you haven’t changed the default login information (which you should have!), so skip below for a way to get your Wi-Fi password.įor this next method to work, your computer will need to be connected directly to your router with an Ethernet cable if you’re not already connected to it via Wi-Fi. If you have a router from your internet provider, chances are it has the default network name and password printed right on the router’s label somewhere (look for SSID or ESSID, and WPA, WPA2, etc.). Forgot Router Password? Here’s how to find your router password Default Password Method On iOS smartphone, you first have to jailbreak it and then use a Cydia app like Network List to view your saved WiFi password. How to find a forgotten wifi password on iPhone? Now open the utility folder in the main window. If you have forgotten wifi password on Macbooks or other Apple computers connected to your WiFi network you have to open the “Finder” app, click the application’s entry in the left-hand panel. How to find a forgotten wifi password on mac? On the menu that pops up next, click on the “Wireless Properties” button.įrom here, you will see another window pop up, move to the “Security” tab in the window, then tick the box next to “Show Characters” and you will be able to see the forgotten password. Next up select Network and Sharing Center from the settings. To begin, right-click on the WiFi logo in the taskbar and select “Open Network & Internet settings”. If you’ve connected a Windows PC to the same Wi-Fi network in the past, it should be fairly simple to find the Wi-Fi password if you forgot it.

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they-have-my-heart · 3 years

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Sphinx?

Phinks x Reader - soulmate au

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: crack fic, cussing, breaking and entering

Author’s Note: this was written for @trassh-senpai for a secret santa gift! First time writing Phinks. It’s pretty cracky, possibly a little ooc for Phinks but 🤷 Let me know what you think!

“Fucking Hell!”

Those words first appeared in a nice crimson color on the inner part of your bicep when you were eight years old. It was written in the worst chicken scratch you’d ever seen, but that didn’t stop you from sounding it out.

“Ffff-uh-ck-ing….Huh-eh-ll. Fuck-ing Hell? Fucking Hell!” you shouted with delight once you finally figured out what it said. Your parents’ souls almost ascended right then and there. They scolded you and did their best to cover up the tattoo because “a child like you should not be associated with such foul language and obscenities”. There were also mummerings of “what kind of path is our child going down?” and “what have we done to deserve this?”. Your parents had always been a little over dramatic.

As you got older, you figured there was a funny story behind your soulmate’s first words to you.

Most of your friends had, in your opinion, boring tattoos. “Oh, excuse me” , “Do you have a pencil I could borrow?”, “What’s the wifi password?”, “I like your hair”, and so on. All boring. All predictable. You were glad that yours was different and wasn’t so expected. It had the makings of a funny story that you would be glad to tell others once you had met your soulmate.

Today was not the day. The bakery you normally go to was out of your favorite sweet treats, the salon cancelled your hair appointment last minute, and you received an email from your professor saying that you needed to retake your midterm as something on his end had glitched and prevented him from seeing your answers. The one saving grace was that you were able to snag one of the last loaves of the good bread at the bakery. You were in a hurry to get home in order to put this awful day behind you, when a brute of a man slammed his shoulder into you. Normally, you would just ignore it and keep going. But not only did your shoulder ache, your loaf of bread had been crushed. That was the final straw.

“Hey, buddy! Why don’t you watch where you’re going? You rude ass Gucci wannabe,” you yelled at the back of the man who practically mowed you over.

He stopped dead in his tracks and turned to look at you.

“Fucking Hell!’

Your bicep burned as the blond man scowled the phrase etched on your arm. You pulled your arm out of your sweater sleeve and pulled up your t-shirt sleeve to see that the tattoo had changed from crimson to black, as if it had been solidified.

The man also pulled his arm out of his jacket sleeve and tattooed on his bicep in your handwriting was the angry phrase you had just uttered.

“Wait. You? You’ve absolutely got to be kidding me!” you did not have time for this today.

He grabbed you by the arm and dragged you to the opening of an alleyway.

“Do you know how much shit I get for this tattoo every day?”

“Well, maybe if you weren’t so RUDE, you’d have a very different tattoo, yeah?”

He rolled his eyes, the scowl remaining on his face.

“If you’re not careful, your face will get stuck like that,” you tried to lighten the situation, but when his face stayed the exact same, you decided to just keep flaming the fire. “What’s your name, Gucci man?”

His face turned red. “Not fuckin’ Gucci man.”

“Ugh, fine. I’ll start. My name is ______. And your name is…,” you elongated the last word waiting for him to answer.

“Phinks,” he said through gritted teeth.

“What was that? Pinks?”

“Phinks!” he said with a little more authority in his voice.

“Okay, well Sphinx, you owe me another loaf of bread. Let’s go,” you grabbed his wrist and began to drag him back to the bakery. You had expected he would put up a little more resistance, but he willingly let you drag him.

Luckily, the bakery still had one loaf left and you were able to grab it.

“Alright, you got your stupid bread. Let’s go,” he said as he began to walk out.

“Hold on there, bud. You’re paying for this.”

“The hell I am, just walk out. I ain’t paying for your stupid bread,” he turned again, but you snatched his wrist.

“Phinks, don’t make a scene. Just pay the people. You DO have money, right?”

“What kinda stupid question...yeah, I got money-”

“Then get it out.”

“I ain’t-”

“Now.”

He huffed and rolled his eyes while pulling out a handful of bunched up bills and some random coins. He dropped it on the counter and walked out.

“Hold on, sir. This is too much!” the assistant tried to stop him.

“I’ll give it back to him, sorry about that,” you gave them a smile and ran after the grumpy man.

“Dude, what’s your problem? Here’s your change,” you shoved the money into his hand.

Phinks stood there for a few moments staring at the money you had just put back into his hand, a scowl plastered all over his face.

“I’m sorry if I came off too strong in there. I have a tendency to say whatever’s on my mind and if I embarrassed you, then I’m sorry,” you tried your best to sound sincere. You were being sincere, but you also weren’t going to tolerate a grown man acting so childish.

He opened his mouth, but before any words came out, a short man appeared out of nowhere.

“Phinks, you’re late. We were supposed to meet at the old factory 20 minutes ago.”

“Yeah, sorry. I got...caught up with something. Give me 2 minutes.”

The short man nodded and disappeared into a nearby alley.

“Look, I wasn’t expecting to meet my soulmate today. Wasn’t actually ever expecting to meet you ever. But here you are. And I would like to get to know ya. You seem...alright. Like you can hold your own,” his face was turning red as he was staring at the ground.

“Yeah, I think we got off on the wrong foot. We can exchange phone numbers or something.”

“Phinks!” the voice from the alley shouted.

“I’ll see ya around, ______.”

You blinked and he was gone. It seemed that he was trying to let you down easy. You hugged your loaf of bread on the walk home, trying to make sense of your encounter.

The sun was shining through your bedroom window and the smell of coffee filled your apartment. You didn’t remember setting the automatic timer for the coffee pot or even preparing it, but yesterday had been so bizarre that you figured you had forgotten about the coffee. Preparing for a lazy day ahead of you, you threw on your most comfortable sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. You headed toward the kitchen to pour yourself some coffee and start making some breakfast. In the middle of the counter were some droopy flowers and a partially smashed box of donuts. The blond haired man from yesterday walked into the kitchen just as you noticed his gifts.

You spat out your coffee, “Fucking hell! Sphinx! What the fuck, dude? What the-how the hell did you get in here?”

“Damn, calm down darlin’. I was just tryin’ to apologize,” he grabbed some paper towels and started cleaning up the mess you just made.

“How did you find me?” you asked, still in disbelief that he was standing in your kitchen.

“You weren’t that hard to track down, babe. You, uh, left this behind yesterday,” he held up your driver’s license.

How did that get left behind? You thought to yourself.

“Anyway, I need you to come with me. My boss wants to meet you,” he mumbled as his cheeks began to turn pink.

“Phinks, I don’t even know what you do. Why would your boss want to meet me?”

“Listen, ______. Here’s the thing. Either you come with me and we can be together like we’re supposed to or you’ll never see me again. There is no domestic lifestyle for me. And you can either accept that and leave this behind or you keep what you have going on, but leave me behind.”

This was all so sudden and you weren’t sure how you were supposed to react. Your soulmate, whom you had just met yesterday, was telling you that you had to leave everything you knew behind if you wanted to be with him.

“There must be a reason why we’re soulmates. I’d like to think it’s because we’re able to really understand each other,” he grabbed your hands and held them in his. “I would never let anything bad happen to you. I know I’m a little rough around the edges, but I can make a good life for us. There are plenty of good things I’ve missed out on, but you are one thing I don’t want to have to miss out on.”

You stared at your hands and his hands intertwined. It felt right. It felt safe.

“Please, ______,” his hands moved to cup your face. His eyes were intense and sincere. What did you have to lose taking a chance on him? You leaned up and as soon as your lips met, it felt as though sparks were flying around the two of you.

“Let me go change and get some things packed up, Sphinx.”

“Oh, you don’t need any clothes. I got you a matching tracksuit.”

Your eyes widened in horror as you did NOT want to be seen in a tracksuit, let alone a MATCHING tracksuit.

“That’s only a joke, babe. Go grab some stuff. I’ll wait right here.”

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i-imade-a-thing · 3 years

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Amphibia: Hop 'Til You Drop/Turning Point Details!

OK I know that this aired a week ago but I didn't have time to do it (plus im lazy lol) so here we are! 2 segments about Anne training Plantars to fit in and Sasha beginning her redemption arc! Here's some details I noticed in these episodes!

One more thing, the opening receive some change:

Sound FX is added (ex. andrias sword)

Gideon plushie can be seen in the dumpster

Marcy tank is now green

Marcy is not in the ending shot anymore

Hop 'Til You Drop

Anne's parent car license plate is "B Chuy"

Their wifi password is "this LAN is my Lan"

They gotta buy some more eggs and oatmilk

Some of the shop that is seen here is reference to real shop: "Old Maybe" is a reference to the shop "Old Navy", the pretzel shop have similar color to the shop "Auntie Anne", "Construct-A-Carnivore" is reference to "Build-A-Bear", "Ever 22" is a reference to "Forever 21", "Uniq-oh" is reference to "Uniqlo", "N&I" is a reference to "H&M", "Monica's Whisper" (idk what this reference to, Victoria's Secret?), "Cromby & Pitch" reference to "Abercrombie & Fitch", We Sports" reference to "Wii Sport"(a game), an alligator symbol reference to "Lacoste"

The scams the HP go through include "FREE GIFT!* *when you sign up with credit card", "cruise", "vr experience", "Dr. Jim's miracle cure", "instant buff", "timeshare", "free gift!* *with subscription", a sign that said "please look at me", "hair growth", "Model R US" (reference to Toys R Us)

Polly wore a mouth piece that look like Mickey Mouse

The gallery include a cube bunny titled "bun", a ring with musical note titled "Ringtone", bean wearing sunglasses titled "cool bean", a giant coffee maker, a cactus statue similar to Final Fantasy monster, a fly(that look like a bug from the Buzz on Maggie") being trapped in flytrap paper with the word "rent" titled "Life", pizza statue titled "Pizza my ♥", clown face titled "Today's standard", a purple tiger shaped chair titled "I chair-ish you", avocado and bread statue titled "Cali ♥", junk foods with ketchup spilling out tree, BILL CIPHER STATUE, and a cube of texture titled "Cube Dé Texture" (oof sprig)

Sprig continue wanting to pull levers (continuity from Family Shrub and Fort in the Road)

And that's Hop 'Til You Drop! Another fun episode where Plantars tried to fit in human world. I like how the role is reverse and Anne is now the responsible one! Overall a really fun episode!

Turning Point

The OST is the same in true colors

Marcy getting stab will never not hurt :(

Ivy asking for Sprig~

Grime's lying...guess who got influence from Sasha

"Yes she taught me many lessons. Showing me the importance of honesty, being true to your self, the meaning of friendship-" all refered to Swamp and Sensibility

Grime is the little brother!

Evil Frobo have the same antenna as stealth frobo

In the scene where Sasha said "Since I saw the consequences", a melody similar to No Big Deal played

Bunch of callback to old episodes! Anne's BOTB outfit, beetle jerky from Toad Tax, HP's I.O.Us from Girl Time, domino 2 plushie from Domino Effect, Jacket and glove from Snow Day, her earphones from Anne of the Year, nail polishers from Contagi-Anne, 800 pieces puzzles from Caravan Named Desire, Boba Tea from Bizzare Bazzar, slipper from "Best fronds", tennis racket Anne used in multiple episodes, and sticks and leaf that look like the one in Anne's hair

Anne's theme played when Sasha opened the journal

Drawing of Grime playing harp and Anne's guitar can be seen in journal

This scene is a parallel to Sasha's infamous "end of discussion."

Sasha's heartstomper part of the theme played here

This scene is the first time we heard full Sasha's theme, not remix version, and combination of her piano and heartstomper part. This signify how she is complete(omg its beautiful ;-;)

The giant evil Frobo is based on Suriname toad (trypophobia warning if you're gonna look it up)

Sasha's theme played throughout the solo fight

The code said "error"...plz tell me this is another runes we'll be getting this season

Grime said "By Barrel's Belly!", this mean Barrel REALLY is a big deal

More codes....this either is another runes or i'm overthinking lol

After Mrs. Croaker said "so what happens now?" Sasha's theme played again

Holy frog this episode Sasha's redemption has officially begins! What I really like about the episode is Sasha's theme, especially during reverse end of discussion and her promise scene. Maannnn Sasha's episodes are always a blast! Hope we'll see more of her...next year

#amphibia #amphibia details #hop til you drop #turning point

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abcd-em · 3 years

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Tell us about your current project(s) – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

Things that are in the works right now are:

To All the WiFi Passwords I've Used Before

Post NWH Neighbours fic thanks to @spideymichelle - Essentially MJ moves in next door and steals Peter's WiFi

Progress is good! About 2k into it and Peter already hates life, so I think that's a good sign!

Untitled 'What if Beck lived' WIP

Mysterio lived and the spell didn't effect him 'coz Strange thought he was dead (if Marvel can be wishy washy about how this spell worked so can I) - it's got heavy inspiration from Matrix 4 and Wonderland (T-Swift of course) and would obviously be PeterMJ

Progress bad - she's a slow burner for sure especially since I've changed the outline for it about 5 different times

Flash has Podcast fic - my beloved!!

It's about the ways in which Flash and F.O.S defend Spidey

It's slow but I like coming back to it when I'm in a bit of a slump

A handful of other ideas that are only just summaries right now

#ask me things

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years

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m a s t e r l i s t (a - m)

updated: 9/27/2020

▹ - sfw

▸ - nsfw

notes: this list is put in alphabetical order by last name and then from oldest to most recent fic. please do not judge any of the older pieces too harshly as they were pretty bad! as of january 2020, drabbles will no longer be added to masterlist.

this is for characters with last names a - m

masterlist for characters with last names n - z

do not repost any of my fics without permission.

aizawa shouta

▸ cat lingerie — aizawa catches you in cat shaped lingerie (hc)

▹ just like a cat — there are comparable similarities to you and aizawa’s cat (hc)

▹ I think I’m pregnant — you believe you’re pregnant with your ex’s baby (hc)

▹ back off — even aizawa is prone to jealousy (scenario)

▹ swimsuit tops — losing your bikini top is never a good memory (scenario)

▹ appreciate you — maybe having a family is amazing to aizawa (scenario)

▹ under the mistletoe — holidays are for lovers, but you’re not that (scenario)

▸ secrets — getting horny in public is quite the look (drabble)

▹ sweater — aizawa lost his sweater, he wonders where (drabble)

▹ werewolf — aizawa is a werewolf in love with you (drabble)

▹ haunted house — chaperoning at a haunted house actually sucks (drabble)

▸ strangers — mysterious hookups have never been better (scenario)

▹ glistened in the light — aizawa is jealous of a four year old (scenario)

▸ who do you belong to — kinktober day 6 (scenario)

▸ morning — husky morning voices really hit the spot (drabble)

▹ poly w mic — polyamorous relationships are healthy (hc)

▸ tease — never tease a man at work (scenario)

▸ relapse — tw: self harm; aizawa helps you fight (drabble)

▹ sleep — in which aizawa catches you crying (drabble)

amajiki tamaki

▹ dating? — when everyone thinks you’re dating, but you’re not (hc)

▹ embarrassed — public speeches just aren’t for tamaki (drabble)

▸ butterfly — kinktober day 8 (scenario)

▸ dominate — baby boy isn’t so shy in bed (hc)

▸ ahegao —he reacts to your ahegao face (hc)

▸ the big three — they want you (hc)

▸ battles — tw: depression; we all fight wars and sometimes they consume us (scenario)

▹ us — cats can bring two people together (drabble)

ashido mina

▸ never have I ever — kinktober day 11 (scenario)

▸ evening, officer —kinktober day 17 (scenario)

▸▹ alphabet hc — nsfw and sfw (hc)

bakugou katsuki

▹ I think I’m pregnant — you’re pregnant with your ex’s baby (hc) part two

▹ prom night lights — you get dumped but he’s here to help (oneshot)

▸ dominate him — you’re a lady in the sheets and a freak in the sheets (hc)

▸ my girl — jealous lovers and work don’t mix (scenario) part two

▸ werewolf lover — they’re horny and you’re asexual (hc)

▹ delete him — breakups suck (drabble)

▹ I.H.T.T.O.M.L. — bakugou does not have two left feet (drabble)

▸ body swap — you wake up in his body! (drabble)

▹ deserve better — you deserve more than what you’re given (drabble)

▹ broken — bakugou faces his feelings post kidnapping (drabble)

▸ torture threesome — in which shinsou is your third with bakugou (drabble)

▹ hoodies — you steal bakugou’s favorite hoodie (drabble)

▹ laughter — no matter how much you love him, his laugh is horrible (drabble)

▹ sickness and affliction — bakugou is sick and you take care of him... sorta (scenario)

▹ did I? — he claims you never loved him (drabble)

▹ stay awake — please don’t die (drabble)

▹ ex-girlfriend — did he or did he not see his ex? (drabble)

▹ asshole — bakugou blows you off for the last time (drabble)

▹ arcade games — you make bakugou nervous (drabble)

▹ sacrifice — your world is dying, but you can save it (drabble)

▹ date — you need a date to a wedding, he wants a kiss (drabble)

▸ sex tips 101 — kinktober day 3 (scenario)

▹ struggles — don’t move, don’t speak (drabble)

▹ sweat — bakugou is already sweaty, but you make him sweat more (drabble)

▸ kinky — you’re kinkier than you look (hc)

▸ tease — kinktober day 23 (scenario)

▸ revenge — kinktober day 28 (scenario)

▸ foursome — todobakukiri foursome (hc)

▸ sub — how he is as a sub (hc)

▸ orgies — more todobakukiri now with shinsou action (hc)

▹ speechless — there aren’t many ways to make bakugou speechless, but you have a few ways now (scenario)

▸ they’re mine — no one can flirt with you (hc)

▸ buckle up — on your way to a weekend getaway, bakugou is having trouble staying awake; you have an unconventional way at waking him up (scenario)

▹ you’re asexual — how he reacts to your sexuality

▹ weak — bakugou is not weak!!! ...as long as you’re not involved (scenario)

▸ nervous — its you’re first time having sex (scenario)

▹ please don’t go — bakugou wants you to say with him (scenario)

▸ pervert — bakugou’s stealing your panties like a perv (scenario)

▹ burned out — sometimes people and relationships burn out (scenario)

▹ needy — you’re needy and bakugou pretends like its an issue (drabble)

▸ overstimulation — overstimulate bakugou, I dare you (drabble)

▹ kiss me — a breathy demand meets unknown actions (drabble)

▸ please leave — you wake up to see pro heroes shouto and ground zero naked in your bedroom (drabble)

▹ because I love you — bakugou katsuki has never been good with showing his feelings, and it definitely doesn’t change even when he falls in love. (scenario)

▸ make it fit — your sex life with your emotionally stunted boyfriend has always been good, but not great. But practice makes perfect - even if it means accidentally making your boyfriend cum in his pants to realize that your power roles have been wrong this entire time. (scenario)

▹ missing you — an explosive argument with you has Bakugou wondering just what this relationship means to him. (scenario)

▹ love is in the air — different worlds, different stories, different beginnings. it didn’t matter what universe you were in because there was one consistency in these worlds: you and bakugou were always in love. was it just a coincidence that love is in the air whenever the two of you were involved? no, it was destiny. (one-shot)

▸▹ alphabet hc’s — fluff and smut headcanons (hc)

▹ I won’t say I’m in love ― bakugou’s feelings for you are true, but he can’t seem to utter those three words no matter how much he wishes to. (scenario) part 2

▹ the marriage contract: the series — just because your soulmate is bakugou katsuki doesn’t mean that he’s the one meant for you; in fact, he’s your worst enemy. with trouble brewing across the way, and with no one able to complete this job except you and bakugou, there’s nothing you can do except go along with the mission. but wait, what?! you’re supposed to be married?! (scenario series)

chisaki kai (overhaul)

▸ filthy — dirty talk with chisaki (drabble)

▸ ahegao face — his reaction to your ahegao face (drabble)

▸ dominate him — you’re tiny but dominate (drabble)

▸ squirting — you squirt on chisaki (drabble)

▸ punishment — never tease a dangerous animal (drabble)

hado nejire

▸ twice — kinktober day 30 (drabble)

▸ the big three — they want you (hc)

iida tenya

▹ dance dance — iida shows off his dance moves to you (scenario)

▹ fitbit — you’re a homebody and iida makes sure you’re healthy (drabble)

▹ I love you — confessions are always the best (drabble)

▸ your body — you swap bodies with iida (drabble)

▸ watching — he wants to watch you touch yourself (drabble)

▸ thigh-riding — he wont leave so you give him a wake up call (drabble)

▸ awkward — walking in on someone is always awkward (drabble)

▸ angel — kinktober day 22 (scenario)

jirou kyoka

▸ gimmie more — kinktober day 14 (scenario)

kaibara sen

▹ reincarnation — five chances to fall in love. five reincarnations to find the person you’re destined to be with. it just so happens that in each life you keep meeting a man with brown hair and a sweet involvement of primroses. (scenario)

▹ scoops — in what was to be a summer of excitement, love, and adventure, you’re doomed to a summer working a job to pay some bills. but hey, who said romance still wouldn’t find a way to work while working at scoops ice cream parlor? (scenario)

kaminari denki

▸ say my name — kaminari wants you to scream his name (drabble)

▸ you still up? — kinktober day 13 (scenario)

▸ soul sucking — suck him dry (crack hc)

▸ you still there? — part two to you still up (scenario)

▸ tremors — kaminari easily makes you fall apart (drabble)

kirishima eijirou

▹ prom night lights — you get dumped but he’s here to help (oneshot)

▹ so glad — you’re married and very, very pregnant (scenario)

▸ quiet — public sex in a crowded club (drabble)

▸ touch — kirishima wants to watch you touch yourself (drabble)

▹ plus four — uno is a war game (drabble)

▹ vows — a past and a present look of your relationship (drabble)

▸ show me how you like it — kinktober day 12 (scenario)

▸ workout with red riot — kinktober day 18 (scenario)

▸▹ alphabet hc’s — nsfw and sfw letters (hc)

▸ foursome — todobakukiri foursome (hc)

▸ orgies — more todobakukiri now with shinsou action (hc)

▸ responsive — kirishima lets you know how he feels (drabble)

▸ dominate — how he is when you dominate (hc)

▹ connection — you try to guess kirishima’s wifi password (oneshot)

▸ unbreakable — thigh-riding kirishima’s thigh when he’s busy (scenario)

▸ sorrows — tw: family death; your mom passes away (scenario)

▸ it’s your fault — kirishima has a boner because of you (drabble)

▹ the manliest man — hoodies and playlists, a simple and effective way to capture your heart. (scenario)

▹ disconnected — kirishima answers a phone call that wasn’t intended for him, and of course, he can’t help but be interested in the beautiful voice and soul that angrily began to rant about their day. (scenario)

▹ temerity ― the perfect job for an overworked, tired, and romantic you is obviously a stressful, demanding, but oh so aesthetic coffeeshop. your job only becomes better when a handsome redhead appears through the door with a loud bang, and you can do nothing but fall for him. or the five times kirishima orders coffee and the one time he doesn’t. (scenario)

midoriya izuku

▹ prom night lights — you get dumped but he’s here to help (oneshot)

▸ werewolf lover — they’re horny and you’re asexual (hc)

▸ don’t stop — fucking on a train is scary (drabble)

▹ packs — werewolves don’t like humans, but you just wandered in (drabble)

▹ stop this — its just another day in life... right? (drabble)

▹ I love you — confessions are as sweet as dessert (drabble)

▸ panties — you’re not wearing panties in public (drabble)

▸ fingers — add another finger midoriya, it’s okay (drabble)

▸ blindfolds — blindfolds increase all other senses (drabble)

▹ phoenix — you have a quirk that gives you the hero name phoenix (hc)

▸ love and war — kinktober day 1 (scenario)

▸ four rings — kinktober day 26 (scenario)

▸ innocence — kinktober day 29 (scenario)

▸ whimper — making midoriya whimper (drabble)

▸ ride his face — midoriya loves when you ride his face (drabble)

▸ edging — because the best thing you can do as a dom is edging (drabble)

▸ power bottom — never think you’re in control over midoriya (drabble)

▸ daddy — daddy kinks are approved (drabble)

▹ kiss me, don’t insult me — mistletoe kisses (oneshot)

▹ study dates — studying with midoriya is always fun (drabble)

▹ distractions — you can never focus when you study with him (drabble)

▸ pegging — pegging midoriya (drabble)

▸ kinky — he finds out you’re kinky (drabble)

▹ insecurities — no ones perfect, but you hate that the most about you (scenario)

▸ ive missed you — he’s missed you and you help him show yourself how much (drabble)

▸ sex tapes — midoriya izuku is an over-analyzer in every aspect; it shouldn’t surprise you that he’s into making sex tapes too. When you’re stuck at home for an indefinite period of time, it’s finally time to pull them out and watch them together. (scenario)

#masterlist #burnedbyshoto masterlist

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satsuki2406 · 4 years

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Dear Aomi Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

"I've seen you in a dream before, you are the warm and bright presence that embraced me on Cape Kamui a long time ago on a June afternoon."

Shinohara (Y/N) is a normal girl who had everything she could ask for, a loving family, a beautiful home, friends, and a fluffy cat. For a long time, she gave her life and happiness for granted, never imagining that she'll face one of the worst and crueler facades of society so closely, destroying what once was a happy, harmonious and normal family. One day, in hopes to recover what they lost, the Shinohara family took one of the more difficult decisions of their lives; leave behind their home back in Hokkaido and travel hundreds of miles south until Musutafu, the place that could grant them a solution and help close the yet fresh wound and scare away the ghosts of the past. Hardheaded, passionate, and ambitious (Y/N) is forced to confront the incarnated face of the superhuman society that she hated the most; Bakugou Katsuki.

PAIRING: (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader)

GENRE/WARNINGS: Romance, Fluff, Angst, Dark Themes, My poor attempt of humor, Strong language (Courtesy of King Lord Explosion Murder God *********💥), Manga Spoilers.

STATUS: On going

Chapter 1: School is a Great Place to Make Enemies

Chapter 2: My Stupid Classmate, The Angry Dandelion

Chapter 3: In Conclusion, This Day Was...

Chapter 4: Welcome to the Neighborhood

Masterlist \(￣︶￣*\))

✒A/N:

OH-EM-GEE-

It's really been a while since I updated this story, I really thought it was a couple of months ago, I’ve been very busy lately and just kept pushing writing for later, and later transformed into 8 months! I had to admit that I also had a huge block with this story, but recently I got a lot of inspiration and energy, chapter 6 is almost ready but editing needs to be done after all. Hopefully this would be a good one! There’s more details coming in future chapters and also new characters! I got a thing for OCs recently, I feel they add more personality to the story!

Enjoy!

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5: Aldera Chronicles

‘Just a good day’ That was what you prayed, asked for last night, and what you tried to repeat to yourself to keep calm and serene while you looked desperately for your earphones. As soon as you did, you connected them to your phone and searched for the loudest song you kept in your collection.

“Oi! I’m talking to you dumbface!”

The loudest one of all.

After the whole ‘neighbors fiasco’ you got stuck with Bakugou on your way to school, both of your mothers insisted that you should go to school together at least today, so you could ‘amend your differences and get closer’ you almost gag at the suggestion, but your mom looked so ecstatic about the idea of you making new friends, after all she hasn’t looked that excited in a while, so you could not find yourself saying no to her.

Although you ‘accepted’, that didn’t mean that you will stay with him all the way to school, right now you were still in their field of vision, so if you left him behind, they will notice. You were just waiting for the perfect moment, as soon as you made it to the end of the street and turned to the left, you will take that as a cue to hop on your bike and leave him behind eating your dust.

“What a shity morning, stuck with this idiot. That friking hag threaten me to change the wifi password if I didn’t come and to top it off, she had the fucking nerve to take my phone, fan-fucking-tastic…” Bakugou was right in front of you grumbling angrily and throwing profanities left and right. His anger was more than evident; he was more hunched over than normal; his hands were way deeper in his pockets to the point you thought he could rip them open and his feet were stomping on the ground with such intensity that you could almost feel it vibrate under your own.

Despite the fact that you could not see his face, you could bet your (F/C) post-its that there was an extra deep scowl and curled pouty lips ‘decorating’ his face right now. You tried to distract yourself with your phone and avoid Bakugou as much as possible, it was bad enough to spend more time with him than you already did in school, not to mention that unwanted encounters may become commonplace being next-door neighbors.

You sighted dejected at the thought, you really were kind of excited about moving to a new city, Musutafu was way bigger than Sapporo was, with bigger malls, parks, shops, restaurants and more fun things to do. But sadly for you, Bakugou manage to crush your hopes and expectations as soon as he opened his mouth, hell, even by existing actually.

Your attention was snaped back to reality when the sound of cars passing by and other students came to you. You got on your bike again, getting in front of Bakugou so you could reach the avenue faster, “Oi! Don’t go in ahead of me dumbshit!” You ignored him as he yelled at you, his words more and more inaudible as you got farther.

After a few minutes you had lost him completely, he probably went the opposite direction to the bus stop or the train station, Aldera was close, but not enough to go walking, you did it there in twenty five minutes with your bike if you took your time, fifteen if you were in a rush, you made sure to verify how long it would take you to get there the days prior that you had to actually go back to school.

You decided to relax and enjoy the view of the city and listen to your favorite songs like the day before. Luckily the Tatooine Station was open, safe and working at its fullest.

“Not a single villain in sight, phew, how good that they managed to clear the area otherwise I would have had to…” Suddenly memories of your crossing trough Dump Beach™ came to you, that was an experience you were so willing to don’t repeat ever again. “I wonder who else from my school had to make a detour like me yesterday, or if someone was involved in the incident… those ladies said it was a middle schooler, but it’s quite ambiguous data to make any conclusive statements, there are hundreds of middle schools in Musutafu and the commercial district is in the center, so it could be anyone.”

You stopped in front of a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. ‘I’ll ask Midoriya if he knows something else, he probably passed by or something’. You had to admit that you were kind of excited about the idea of befriending the green head, even with his nervous, anxious, jumpy and shy personality he gave you a kind and sweet vibe. His insecurity gave away his true nature; his clumsiness, the nervousness, overanalyze everything, the mutter, for some they could be annoying but you found it rather and oddly fascinating, it made him feel real, genuine and honest.

‘He’s almost like…’

The chirping sound of the traffic light snapped you out of your rampant thoughts announcing that the light had finally turned green. You started off with your bike along the rest of the pedestrians and continued on your way to the school.

The rest of the way to Aldera passed without any hitch, you left your bike locked and took your stuff to walk to the shoe lockers like yesterday, just a few feet ahead you distinguish a very familiar mop of green curly hair. He seemed slightly hunched and deep in thought, probably way too deep in thought to the point that you could see a colorful smeared aura surrounding him and the word mutter coming out of his mouth. And you were not the only one, as you could see the people around walking away, with slightly perturbed expression on their faces. You just took it as a cue to let your presence being known.

“Good morning Midoriya!” You hopped by his side and greeted him enthusiastically. The poor thing almost had a heart attack and jumped out of his own skin as you just scared the shit out of him. He released a muffled scream and seem to calm down a tiny bit to immediately turn the shade of a tomato and babble a greeting.

“G-G-G-G-G-Good mo-morning Shinohara-san! You-You-You caught me by su-surprise.” He squeaked as he covered his face with his arms and his eyes moved erratically to look everywhere but you.

“Did I scare you? I’m sorry! I guess I let myself go a little bit.” You trailed, resting a palm against your nape.

“Oh nonono! Please don’t apologize! Y-Y-You were been courteous after all. He whispered breathlessly at the end fidgeting his fingers nervously. “I…nobody ever greets me or says good morning, I didn't expect it and that's why I got a little nervous. T-That’s all, so don’t worry.” His little confession shocked you for a moment, it was really depressing to be honest but it motivated you at the same time.

You beamed confidently at him, “Well Midoriya, I recommend that you get used to it then, because I intend to greet and say goodbye to you every day without fail from now on.”

He looked up at you with a surprised and somewhat puzzled expression, his fingers started to twitch nervously, his countenance became even redder if that was even possible.

“B-B-B-B-B-But Shi-Shinohara-san-!”

“Shush, shush, shush! I am not going to put it up for discussion this is how it’ll be from now on and it's over.” You placed your hands on your hips, a slight scowl adorning your face to accentuate your mock annoyance. “Besides, who will run away from Bakugou with me after I tell him how much of an asshole he is for the umpteenth time in a row?”

You relaxed your demeanor again, offering him a goofy smile, so he could notice that you weren't even mad to begin with. The poor greenette thought for a smidgen that he made you angry and that worried him profusely. But one glance at you told him that you were being sincere, he was scared that you could be trying to play a prank just to make fun of him as it has already happened to him so many times. that alien feeling of relief and tranquility invaded his chest, apparently the chance encounter he had with his childhood hero had been a good omen and brought him more good things that he could imagine.

His eyes teared up with hope and a squiggly smile adorned his face, he dried his tears with his gakuran sleeve and clenched his fists excitedly.

“So, what do you think?” you asked eagerly.

“I look forward for it!”

“Did you see what happened yesterday at the commercial district? It seemed pretty rough” You commented to Midoriya absentmindedly while you took your uwabaki from your locker. He visibly flinched as he heard your question almost dropping his shoes in the process.

“Ye-Yeah, they said that the pro heroes could hardly put up a fight because of the villain’s quirk.”

“Right? Hopefully All Might was nearby, otherwise who knows what would have happen. I wonder if the hostage is ok, I didn’t watch the news last night so I’m not pretty sure what exactly happened. Do you know how it was?

He flinched again and turned his head to you rigidly as you raised an eyebrow at his sudden odd behavior.

“I do-don’t know a lot but I read that everything was ok afterwards, the hostage walked out with just a couple of scratches, so there’s nothing to be concerned about Shinohara-san, it’s pretty nice of you to worry so much, especially since the hostage…” Midoriya looked down and tapped his trembling indexes together; he wanted to tell you something, but didn’t know how.

“Come on Midoriya, you already told me the hostage is ok, what can be so bad that you are hesitant to tell me?” You inquired him softly.

“Is nothing bad per se, well, you’ll see the hostage…” He paused and looked in all directions to check if anybody was listening. Ok, weird. He got a little closer to you and cupped his mouth with his left hand.

“The pe-person captured yesterday was-”

Your little hush-hush conversation was interrupted when the metallic sound of a locker being abruptly opened echoed in the sudden silent space. Your ears located the unexpected noise behind you and instinctively you turned to see what had caused such a ruckus.

A couple of lockers from you, a really angry and really frustrated Bakugou appeared right in front of your eyes. You observed how out of the blue everything and everybody seemed to freeze in time, and all eyes were on him. The atmosphere turned tense, every person there watched attentively his every movement, talking with just a glance, some people were whispering among themselves no even taking their eyes off him.

‘What the hell is happening?’

He took his uwabaki and slammed them on the floor, removed his shoes and buried them unceremoniously in the locker, slamming the door shut. He grumbled, trying fruitlessly to put his uwabaki, cursing that he couldn't put them on as smoothly as he would’ve liked. He suddenly stopped his movements, acknowledging the unwanted attention he was receiving.

“The hell are you looking at you fucking losers?! Why don’t you mind your own damn business, huh?!”

His voice echoed with fury at the school entrance, despite their obvious fear, nobody moved an inch, all the eyes glued on him. He finished to put on his shoes and stomped further inside. At the corner of his eye he noticed your presence and immediately stared at you, he seemed even more infuriated than before, this clearly soured his mood even further, if that was even possible.

You returned it with one of your own, as intense or more as his, the attention seemed to turn your way as your little staring contest became longer, Midoriya nervously looked between you and him, probably waiting for another showdown to break out, just like yesterday. Everybody’s breath hitched by the minute, but you didn’t back down, your (E/C) eyes met the fiery inferno of his crimson ones, after a couple more seconds he just tsked and stomped away with his hands buried way deep in his pockets.

After he left, the clock started ticking again, everyone took a breath of relief, averted their eyes from his retracting back and continued their lives like always. Midoriya’s shoulders relaxed significantly at the time that his soul slowly returned to his body. When you noticed him more calmed and focused, decided to address the elephant in the room.

“What. The. Heck. Just. Happened?” You whispered bewildered. “Who peed on his cereal? If this is something usual here, I’ll be more than glad to take my bike and go all the way back to Sapporo.” You crossed your arms over your chest and stared irritated at his retracting back.

“Well, now that Captain McTantrum™ left, what was that you wanted to tell me about yesterday’s incident?” You asked relaxing your demeanor to something more gentle and friendly. Midoriya flinched slightly and his poise appear suddenly uneasy.

“Um, well, the person-the-the person th-th-that got trapped by the mud villain, tha-tha-that person…” Midoriya tried over and over but it was useless, he couldn’t complete a single sentence without stumbling over his own words. Noticing that using his words would be useless, he looked at you in the eyes to then wander his gaze, pointing to something behind him. You started at him completely lost while he kept repeating the same cycle of looking at you and then looking away, urging you to get what he was trying to say, not moving his head once, like he was unsure to look back.

You exanimated what was at his back; just a couple of students walking to their respective classrooms, friends greeting each other, and Bakugou turning to the right at the end of the corridor to go upstairs-

‘Wait, Bakugou?’

Then it hit you, the awkward silence when he arrived, the unwanted starring, the murmuring, his more than usual foul mood, the outburst, Midoriya’s reluctance to tell you, he probably though he would get into trouble with him if it reached his ears that stupid Deku was talking shit of him to thief bitch. Everything made sense now. You broke out of your trance and looked at Midoriya “Was Bakugou?-” He eagerly nodded his head, satisfied that you finally understood him.

“Oh, I see…”

“Y-Yes…”

“…”

“HOLLY SHIT-”

With the issue clarified and only five minutes left before the class started you two proceeded to go upstairs as well. Midoriya and you made small talk with some intervals of comfortable silence here and there, soon enough you both reached your classroom, people chatting lively when you opened the door. Midoriya walked in just behind you as you made it to your designated seats.

‘If I’m not wrong, Math is our first class of the day’ your mind wandered to other school related topics while you seated at your desk, just as you did the bell ringed and your teacher entered the classroom and started his lesson of the day.

Midday finally came, which mean it was finally lunch time, you invited Midoriya beforehand to eat with you, he timidly accepted, after a lot of nervous quacking but you could tell he seem excited about the idea. As soon as the bell that announced the so waited lunch break ringed, you proceeded to pack your books and stationery into your bag and take out your bento when your desk was crowded by what it looked like to be all the girls in your class. One of them, a girl with short brown hair and blue eyes was the first to approach you.

“Hey Shinohara! Do you want to have lunch with us? We didn’t actually have the chance to talk yesterday and we thought it would be nice to know you better.” She spoke.

“Yuki-chan is right! Is refreshing to have another girl in the class after almost three years since we are very few, with you we are eight now!” Said another one of them visibly thrilled.

“You looked so cool yesterday when you confronted Bakugou!”

“I think nobody has managed to do that and live after it, or actually do it”

“Right?!”

“So awesome!”

They gave you a really kind and chill vibe, chatting and praising you animatedly. Although they seemed to really enjoy Bakugou’s antics against your green head classmate, well, nobody's perfect, noted. You can’t judge the book by its cover, but when you looked at them, it’s impossible to not think about…

The offer is almost irresistible.

Almost.

“That sounds lovely! But Midoriya and I agreed to have lunch together today, so I’m afraid we’ll have to leave it to another time.” You almost cringed at how cutesy and honeyed your voice sounded but they seemed to buy it, until their expressions made a 180. Their faces were shocked and almost offended at the thought of you putting him over their proposal. It was a ‘are you for real?’ reaction over all. You kept smiling at them to emphasize that you were serious, when the girl that talked first tried to dissuade you.

“B-But why don’t you eat with us today and leave your lunch with him for tomorrow? I’m sure Midoriya won’t have a problem, right?” She turned and looked at him just as the rest of the girls did after she, Midoriya flinched nervously holding his bento at the unexpected attention he was receiving.

“Eh…! I…! Well… Um…”

“You see! He’s ok with it!”

‘He hasn’t even said a thing!’ You thought trying to conceal your disbelief. ‘Let’s put all the beef on the grill then’

“Oh, I got an idea!” You chimed. “Midoriya! Why don’t you join us for lunch too? That way nobody eats alone and we get to know better! It’s a win-win plan! What do you think?” You were not dumb, although it was true you can’t judge anybody by a simple glance, you had a somewhat firm idea of why they were so eager to mingle with you, so you just did what you thought it was necessary to make sure it was not that, and what a better way than with your nerve-wreck of a friend.

‘What a better way to know someone’s character than by the way they treat others?’

The poor guy looked like he was about to have a seizure and your classmates were not any better; they looked at you even more astonished than before, and you could swear that they started to sweat. Suddenly they look to be hesitant, even the more insistent one. They looked at you, at each other and then at Midoriya.

“I-I think you are right, it wasn’t very nice to insist after you already had plans with…Midoriya, I guess we can leave it for another day.” The others seem to agree, a bit crestfallen but relieved nonetheless.

‘I knew it…’

They shortly left after that; you kept your friendly smile until they finally disappeared behind the door, when they were out of your view completely you let your smile fall and collected your lunch from your desk. You marched to the door, but stopped midway when you noticed that certain someone was still standing lost in his own world, mumbling nonsense as usual.

“Midoriya” You called him, he seemed to have got out of his trance and looked at you eyewided, confused and bewildered.

“Huh?”

“Are you coming or what?” You said smiling.

He stared at you genuinely surprised, but he swiftly shook his head and walked towards you.

“Yes!”

“A-Are we going to eat outside?” he asked curiously.

“I mean, it’s a beautiful day the temperature is perfect and this would actually be the first time ever that I had the chance to be outside in early April without freezing my butt. Do you have any place in mind?”

“No, I-I always eat by myself, so I prefer to stay in the classroom” He answered somewhat ashamed.

“Its ok, I know the perfect place.”

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@kyoruweekofficial One Bed prompt

What do you do when you have two co-workers who obviously have crushes on each other, but neither have the guts to make a move? Well, according to Arisa Uotani, you make it for them. So, with the help of co-conspirator Saki Hanajima, the pair decide to play Cupid and stage a romantic intervention. For you see, Saki is the project manager at their company, and it was her job to schedule conference attendances for the employees. How lucky for them that the perfect opportunity presented itself. Oh, this was going to be good! They just wished they could have been there to see it.

The longer the hotel receptionist talked, the more Tohru could feel her ears burning and her cheeks turning a cherry tomato color. “W-Wait a minute, are you telling me we were booked into the same hotel room?!”

“Yes, ma’am, that’s what your company booked for you and Mr. Sohma. Four days in our honeymoon suite while you attend the conference. Is there a problem?”

“Yeah, there’s a problem!” Kyo Sohma, Tohru’s co-worker grits back. “Our company must have made a mistake, so change the booking to two separate rooms.”

“I’m really sorry sir, but the hotel is at full capacity because of the conference, so I can’t do that. If there’s a cancellation later, I could put in a request, but that’s all I can offer.”

“It’s okay, Kyo,” Tohru’s meek voice cuts in before the man has a chance to respond. “There’s nothing this lady can do and it’s just three days, so w-we can figure something out.”

He turns and realizes just how embarrassed his co-worker looked. Though her eyes were averted to the ground, her rosy cheeks, and the glow in her face, stops him cold. Fuck, she looked so cute like that! “Fine,” he feels the heat in his face increasing, “then just give us our keys please, so we can be on our way.”

Kyo takes hold of both their luggage handles, “grab it from the woman,” he tells Tohru and walks toward the elevator to wait.

“I’m really sorry,” Tohru apologizes to the receptionist. “This was a surprise for us.”

“Don’t worry, mistakes happen ma’am.” She placed the items on the counter. “Here are your card keys that includes the WiFi password on the sleeve along with instructions. If you require any extra amenities, do not hesitate to call the front desk for assistance. You’re scheduled to be here for three nights and four days, with check out at 11am on Thursday. Again, I’m very sorry for the inconvenience.”

“Not your fault.” Tohru politely thanks the woman and grabs the items, then joins Kyo to head towards their room.

While he waited, Kyo fumed over the whole situation. Being sent to the same conference as Tohru was the first red flag, but not completely out of the norm since they were working on the same project, so he’d chalked it up to coincidence. But now the receptionist said it was a honeymoon suite. Why would Saki book them a honeymoon suite! Rhetorical question, he had a pretty damn good suspicion on the answer. ‘Those two meddlers!’

“Kyo, I have the keys. The room is on the top floor.”

He’d been so focused on his mental dialogue, Tohru’s voice suddenly right beside him, catches him off guard. His body stiffens for a second as if caught in the act of a crime. “Great.” He acts like nothing’s wrong and hits the up button for the elevator. ‘Just... great...’

As soon as they walk in, the pair deadpan at the interior of the room. What did they expect when they’d heard the worlds ‘honeymoon suite,’ a normal hotel room? ‘Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me?!’ Kyo let’s go of the luggage handles and makes a visual sweep, before landing on the single bed near the window. Not only were they sharing a room, but sharing a bed, and a bathroom for four days! ‘They’re dead. Saki and Arisa are so dead when we get home!’ What the hell were they thinking by sticking us in this kind of a room! ‘If they’re so hell bent on hooking us up, have they ever heard of a blind date?!’

Tohru at this point was faring no better, but instead of frustration her emotions ran more along the lines of simple embarrassment. She was starting to realize that this whole situation was set up by their friends, and she didn’t know if she should thank them or never speak to them again. Because deep down, she was a little excited for this opportunity to be closer to him, and also terrified if Kyo happened to feel the same way. Saki and Arisa were adamant that the man liked her too, a lot, and maybe he, they just needed a push to get things moving. But this was a pretty big push!

“I could just sleep on the floor?”

“What?! No,” what kind of man does she take him for? “I’m not gonna let you sleep on a floor, that’s crazy Tohru. I-it’ll— it’ll be fine,” Adam’s apple bobbing hard, “it’s a big bed, w-we can make it work.” ‘Have to make it work.’

“O-Okay,” she smiles and pretends that everything really is so. If they were going to be stuck in this situation, they might as well make the best of it. “It’s a really pretty room.”

For that Kyo had to agree, and he wondered just how Saki was able to justify its rental in company records. The color ambiance screamed love and romance. Come on, a velvet red bed frame, matching love seat and contrasting white bedding. Red walls, red curtains, and dark cherry oak furnishings really heightened the overall affect. The full bar was definitely getting tapped tonight!

They go about their business pretending everything was fine, hanging up clothes and putting away their things, setting up the bathroom with their items in a ‘his and hers’ manner. If they were going to be stuck together, they needed to be civil and not let things get too awkward. Or so they hoped. At least they had things to prepare for the conference to keep busy, information to go over including a booklet that was sent ahead of time to familiarize themselves with the schedule. The organizers planned on break-out sessions for participants to meet with others working on similar ideas so they could bounce ideas off of each other. It was interesting add on considering these are competitors, but because green initiatives has been a focus for the government, they’ve pushed for more collaborative efforts.

When dinner time rolls around, the pair go to the hotel’s restaurant for convenience, since it was on the property. It had fairly decent reviews on its food offerings, and Kyo was more than ready to have a few beers to settle his nerves. They put the meal on a company credit card. Tohru orders a simple meal, but Kyo spares no opportunity to take full advantage of the most expensive offerings. ‘Saki can kiss my ass on the bill!’

He was quite surprised when Tohru ordered a glass of wine cause he’d heard she wasn’t much of a drinker. Kyo chuckles in his head, she probably needed a relaxer just like him. It irritated him a bit to know other guests probably assumed they were a couple. They sure did look like one, on a date, a romantic one at that, and he swore the server had almost asked, then changed their question at the last second.

By Kyo’s third beer, Tohru’s rosy complexion was really making it hard to stay professional. He knew it was just the alcohol working, but it made her look nervous and embarrassed in a first date kind of way. So innocently adorable, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. They managed to keep the conversation casual, but it was slowly becoming evident, they’d had other thoughts going through their minds.

When the server returns with their credit card slip, the man asks them if they were there for the conference to which they reply yes. “So, you’re co-workers, not a couple?”

“Yeah, why,” Kyo responds to the man.

But instead of answering Kyo, the server brazenly turns to Tohru instead. “I think you’re really pretty, and since I’m about to finish my shift, I was wondering if you’d like to go to a club with me?”

“Eh?” Tohru freezes, “I-I...”

Kyo stands up quick as a flash, getting right into the servers face. He jabs a finger into the man’s chest. “Fuck off guy, or I’ll report you to management!” He then grabs Tohru’s hand and pulls her away from the table, “let’s go!” Oh, he was so pissed! Co-workers or not, the balls on this guy to pull such a stunt right in front of him, what the hell was he thinking?! ‘He’s lucky I didn’t knock him on his ass!’

She knew better than to say a word and simply let Kyo pull her away towards the elevators. It was a little weird, wonderful, surprising, and frankly endearing for him to have defended her like that. Her cheeks were now heating up for other reasons, and the warmth of his hand in hers made her feel special. Did he realize he was still gripping tightly to her hand? Even as they stood there waiting for the elevator and the threat now over, he held on. As she watches his face carefully through her periphery, his serious expression wasn’t wavering. So, hoping not to startle him, and to avoid further embarrassment when he realized what he was doing, Tohru gently squeezes his hand back.

“Yeah?” Kyo’s eyes flare wide. “Oh!” Shit! He lets go. “My apologies.”

“It’s okay,” she smiles softly and keeps her voice low. “Thank you for defending me back there.”

“It was nothing,” he turns his head to hide his blush, mumbling a response. “That guy had some nerve interrupting us like that.”

Safely inside their hotel room, the pair preps for a quiet evening. Tohru changes into a comfortable set of pajamas, while Kyo sticks with a t-shirt and cotton shorts. Nothing racy at all. He offers her another drink as he grabs a beer and again is surprised when she takes another glass of red wine. “You know,” he questions as he pours the glass for her, “everyone said you’re not a drinker.”

She sits down on the bed and takes the offered glass, placing the rim to her lips as if to muffle her words. “I’m usually not,” Tohru answers honestly, but leaves out more details like she needed a bit of courage juice to make it through the evening.

Leaving about a foot of space between them, Kyo sits down on the bed as well. He takes a deep swig of the bottle. “Me neither.” Which was true, he only drank on occasion when he’d go out with friends. But tonight, it was keeping his nerves in check.

They sit there quietly in a companionable silence, sipping their drinks and lost in thoughts of what to say or do next. Kyo would never try to take advantage of Tohru, but the desire to make a move ate away at him, practically screamed to do something to break the stalemate. He’s had such a major crush on the sweet woman for so long, but he always thought he wasn’t good enough for her. As far as Kyo was concerned, Tohru was a perfect complement to his more outgoing nature, and yet deserved someone better. Their co-workers teased him so much about the crush too. Ugh, his cousin Hatsuharu kept telling him if he didn’t make a move soon, he’d steal Tohru. It was a hollow threat considering the man was already seeing another woman, but it still got under his skin.

He could still remember the day Tohru was hired to his family’s company. She was friends with Saki and Arisa, and they’d given the woman glowing reviews so the Co-CEO Shigure Sohma decided to give her a chance. Tohru walked into his office confused trying to figure out where she was supposed to go, and it was love at first sight. That was two years ago.

Tohru could feel the effects of the second glass of wine coming on stronger than the first one had hit her. Which is what she wanted to happen. It made her feel much more relaxed, but not quite drunk, and warmed up in the cooler air conditioning of the room. It wasn’t however, helping with the courage department. She wanted to ask him so badly, just to finally know where she stood, if Kyo had any romantic interests in her. What if he said no? But what if he said yes?!

“That guy was right...” Kyo suddenly breaks the stalemate. “You are very pretty.”

Eh?! “I, um, thank you,” Tohru sputters but goes for the gold. “You’re very handsome too.”

When he looks at Tohru, Kyo finds her staring at the floor with her adorable red cheeks on fire. He chuckles inwardly and places his beer on the nightstand, then reaches over and takes the glass from her, placing it on the table as well. It was now or never. He tips her chin up and forces her eyes onto him. “May I?” His eyes zero in on her lips, communicating his desire. She nods sheepishly with her approval, eyes closing as he leans in and places a soft kiss on her lips.

This wasn’t her first kiss, but it was the best one by far. His lips were so soft and pressured, his fingers gently keeping her from pulling away. They move from her chin to cradles her cheek, his thumb sweeping lightly against her skin as their heads change in angle. Oh, it was such a sweet move! It’d been worth the wait! As he pulls away, Kyo places one final kiss on her forehead.

“We probably shouldn’t rush things but,” he takes her hand and kisses the back of it, “is it too forward to ask if we could cuddle tonight?”

Fuck no! Tohru squeals giddily in her head, but on the outside kept her cool. She smiles and squeezes his hand back. “I’d really like that.” And reminder to self to thank Saki and Arisa when we get home...

#Kyoru week 2020 #one bed prompt #kyoru #Kyo sohma #tohru honda #AU-modern setting #kyoru fan fic #kyoru fan fiction

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‘Dead Line’ and ghosts in the machine

This review will contain extensive spoilers for the episode (and A Quiet Night In) so only continue if you have watched the episode. It also contains spoilers for ‘The League of Gentlemen’s Apocalypse’

Along with ‘The Twelve days of Christine’ ‘Deadline’ is one of the most discussed and analysed episodes of ‘Inside no.9’ with numerous vlogs and blogs dedicated to it. There are even several affectionate pastiches on Youtube. There is much in the episode that is worth discussing so I hope I can bring something interesting to analysing this astonishing episode.

I will be referring to both Stuart Hardy’s (Stubagful) and Inside an Mind’s vlogs about this episode so and the Q and A with Barbara Wiltshire (who directed the episode), Adam Tandy, Steve Pemberton and Reece Shearsmith at the BFI in April 2019 here are links to.

Stubagful’s review

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TrlU9jaMP2k

Inside a Mind Analysis

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AUN6zqCHh18&t=58s

BFI event

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K4RgjPJKNkI

Both Stuart Hardy and Inside a Mind explore the importance of experiencing this episode as a live experience on October 28th 2018 (the date of broadcast). As someone who did watch it live all the way through on broadcast I can confirm that it was a very rewarding experience to watch live that could never be replicated. There has also been considerable analysis of how Pemberton and Shearsmith utilised the process of pre broadcast publicity (such as their interview on the One show a few days before broadcast) to set up the misdirection and theme of the episode. However this is an episode that stands up to repeated viewings (as does every episode of Inside No. 9). The episode can be enjoyed as a ghost story with a very modern sensibility and as a meta commentary on the nature of television. There is an underlying message that allows this episode to retain its power.

The very title of ‘Dead line’ hints at obsolesce and broken down technology and communication. Under the surface of both the Arthur Flitwick storyline and the actual story of the episode we see the voices of the dead come back to avenge themselves on the living who have failed to respect them. You ignore them at your peril. /p>

The ostensible story of ‘Deadline’ -Arthur Flitwick’s fateful finding of a mobile phone is worth looking at in more depth. The story is run through with references to aging and mortality. Arthur lives alone in what may be either a retirement community or sheltered housing for older people. The classical music radio station he listens to aims its adverts at older people. We see Arthur get annoyed at a radio advert for a will writing service yelling ‘We’re not all one foot in the grave!’ (possibly a reference to the long running BBC TV series). Moira refers to the fact that Elsie and herself are apparently widows. It is worth noting that Stephanie Cole who plays Moira is well known for playing Diana Trent in the long running comedy series ‘Waiting for God’ which was set in a retirement home. Arthur and Moira are dealing with the fact that they are nearing the end of their lives and the particular forms of loneliness that affect the elderly. Arthur’s eventual breakdown and murder of Rev. Neil reflects his anxiety about the intentions of younger people toward him and his generation and his isolation(it says something that he choses to befriend a ‘ghost’). This also links this plotline to the main plotline as like Arthur, Alan Starr believed he was hearing the voices of the dead. This eventually drove him to suicide.

Rev. Neil is dealing with an ever aging and dwindling congregation. The physical disrepair of his church (referred in the second clip from the Arthur Flitwick story) symbolises this decline. (Is this also a comment on the decline of the influence of organised religion?) He makes a quip about his church always being on the lookout for ‘new blood’ which can be read as being about the graveyard where Elsie is buried. This links back to the main storyline of the episode being filmed in Granada studios which is apparently built on the site of a Victorian cemetery. (The ghosts recruit the ‘new blood’ of the unnamed continuity announcer, Stephanie Cole, Steve and Reece to their ranks).

One of the most interesting things for me about the ‘Arthur Flitwick’ section is the fact that the mobile phone Arthur finds is an old style Nokia phone. This type of mobile phone has been out of fashion for several years being overtaken by smart phones. This type of phone cannot be used to access the internet or online services such as TV streaming services. It could be a nod to a time where there were no streaming/catch up TV services and where social media was not prevalent. Television was experienced very differently and as Stuart Hardy noted in his review was more of a collective experience. ‘Dead line’ is almost a comment on what has been lost for audiences and those who work in television in the age of television on demand. The pleasure of watching a programme along with millions of others and being able to share simultaneous reactions (and not spoil the programme for others!) has been more or less lost.

The first reaction of Reece and Steve to the apparent break down of the show is to reach for their smart phones to try and find out what is going on. We see Reece moan he cannot connect to his smart phone via WIFI until Steve shows him the password (there is a joke about Stephanie Cole being able to connect to WIFI while Reece cannot). Steve uses his phone to research the history of Granada studios for clues as to what is happening. Reece uses his phone to check the reaction on Twitter, getting angry at people asking if ‘the breakdown’ is part of the twist (playing on his twitter persona). It is no accident that later in the episode Steve is so engrossed with his phone that he both fails to notice Stephanie kill herself on camera or ‘Alan’ advancing toward him in the mirror, commenting on the fact that people have become so engrossed at looking at their smart phones they ignore what is actually happening in front of them.

Steve gets Reece to post a tweet asking people if they are live on BBC Two at that moment. This tweet both proved that events were happening live and comments on the way that social media has changed how audiences interact with television shows and those involved with them. For better or worse platforms like Twitter has changed this permanently. Both Stuart Hardy (Stubagful) and Jamie (Inside a mind) discuss the importance of the Twitter reaction to the show in helping build the experience for the audience during broadcast. Steve Pemberton continued this, posting a photo of himself on Halloween itself looking none the worse for his adventure bar an apparently injured arm (from apparently being electrocuted duing the show)- however a 'ghost' seemed to still be following him! (he also joked if ghosts were going to take over the episode of 'The Apprentice' that was due to be broadcast that night)

https://twitter.com/SP1nightonly/status/1057690095996858368

Many people have discussed the influence of the 1992 drama ‘Ghostwatch’ on ‘Dead Line’. Pemberton and Shearsmith acknowledged its influence at the BFI screening of the episode. Ghostwatch was itself intended by its writer Stephen Volk as a commentary on the direction of television at the time, with the growth of docusoaps and reality TV, and how audiences perceived what was presented to them on TV. It made use of the methods of viewer interactivity of the day with its live broadcast/phone in format. There was a dedicated telephone line for viewers to call into (they were supposed to get a message that ‘Ghostwatch’ was a drama). This is echoed in ‘Dead line’s use of social media. ‘Ghostwatch’ itself references the past as it was in part inspired by the story of the Enfield Poltergeist and its coverage. Television programmes referencing back and paying tribute to earlier programmes is nothing new. It helps to build continuity and tradition in what is still a relatively new format, and helps to show that television can produce work that is lasting and worthwhile. Indeed ‘Dead Line’ helped to create interest for a new generation in ‘Ghost watch’.

Pemberton and Shearsmith decided to set ‘Dead line’ in Granada studios after researching alleged hauntings of the studio. This is referenced in the ‘Most Haunted’ episode that ‘Dead line’ includes clips from. Pemberton mentioned at the BFI that it was this episode that inspired the plot involving ‘Alan Starr’, the technician who killed himself after been haunted by the voices of the ghosts of Granada studios. The original plan had been to film the episode at Granada Studios itself but at the last minute this was not possible, so it was filmed at Maidstone Studios instead. The archive material included in the show is not just furthers the story of the apparent haunting but refers back to the studio’s important status in UK television. Granada Studios had been closed for a number of years before the filming of the episode. Even if it is not actually physically haunted, it is now a dead space which carries the memories of the programmes that were filmed there and the people who worked on them. The television industry may have physically moved on, but the programmes made there remain. I wonder if this was part of the appeal for Pemberton and Shearsmith in setting ‘Dead line’ there.

It was also not the first time that Pemberton and Shearsmith had used meta commentary or included themselves as characters in their own stories. They had of course both played themselves (or versions of themselves!) in ‘The League of Gentlemen’s Apocalypse’ film. At least one podcast noted this and how the ‘Reece’ and ‘Steve’ we see in ‘Dead line’ are similar to the ‘Reece’ and ‘Steve’ of the film. They have great fun in playing themselves as arrogant and self-centred. This is in part self-mocking and self-depreciating but also shows an awareness that in order to be successful in the entertainment industry you do require a certain level of self-confidence and self-centredness to get your vision realised. ‘The League of Gentlemen’s Apocalypse’ was an attempt by the various members of the League to explore the legacy of the League and what it meant to be the creators of this very specific world and characters at a point where they were beginning to develop their own separate careers away from the League. ‘Reece’ and ‘Steve’ die in ‘The League of Gentlemen’s Apocalypse’ as they do in ‘Dead Line’. This represents them acknowledging that the work and characters they have created have a life beyond them and that they will outlive them. The use of ‘A quiet night in’ in the episode also comments on how creators can recontextualise their work to give it a very different meaning. Indeed some fans of the show joke that they cannot watch ‘A quiet night in’ the same way since watching ‘Dead Line’.

As mentioned at the beginning, the episode has much to offer those who have not yet seen it beyond it being a ‘live’. It certainly got a great deal of publicity for the show with several UK newspapers discussing and praising the episode and complementing Pemberton and Shearsmith for how they pulled off the twist. Inside a Mind's analysis of the episode has had over three million views. WeeLin in her Youtube analysis suggests showing the episode to someone who has not seen it each Halloween. Reece Shearsmith still gets regularly asked on Twitter if the BBC has ‘fixed’ the apparent technical faults or if they plan to try and do the episode live again. There are still people who started watching the episode on October 28 2018 or who began watching on iplayer who stopped watching after ‘the breakdown’ who are discovering or yet to discover that they need to continue to watch beyond the ‘breakdown’ at nine minutes. People are also still discovering this episode. Steve Pemberton discusses how this is part of the narrative of the episode in the Q and A after the BFI screening. The number of affectionate homages to the episode that appeared on Youtube in the months after broadcast testify to the fact the episode has a very distinct feel and structure that makes it stand out. It has become one of the most acclaimed and beloved epsiodes of the series

#Inside no.9 #Dead line #reece shearsmith #steve pemberton #ghostwatch

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when-they-write-stuff · 4 years

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Prompt list: Angst 15 for Stiles and Fluff 2 for Derek please? :D

No hate at all, I love these prompts! Challenge accepted ;)

“I told you not to fall in love with me.” & “Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

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Derek could’ve gone without the introductions when he moved into his new apartment.

It wasn’t like he was an unfriendly person, but he’d been driving all night, unpacking all morning, and all he wanted to do was sleep for twenty-four hours and maybe consume an entire box of pizza rolls. Then, he could deal with his neighbors.

Read: his neighbor. The bright-eyed, slightly spastic teenager who hadn’t stopped trying to talk to him since Derek stepped foot into the building.

It started with the little things.

Like a wifi-password.

See, Derek’s sister had chosen the building. And doing so, she insisted he go with the ‘nice option’ that ‘wouldn’t get him shanked in the middle of the night’ and apparently ‘nice’ counts as having no free wifi and limited hot water, so go figure.

Which means he had to pay for his own internet.

That really didn’t bother Derek, except around day three, he got a notification that he wasn’t the only one using said internet. Someone was piggybacking off his wifi and— while Derek wasn’t an unfriendly person— that annoyed him to the very core.

So he reset his password and kicked the person off. Another two days passed and he was feeling quite pleased with himself.

Until he got another notification.

The user’s name was ‘Hoodie Boy’ and Derek stared at it for a long moment before he realized he knew who Hoodie Boy was. The idiot living next door who never seemed to change clothes.

Derek considered going over to his apartment and giving the kid a piece of his mind. But instead, he just changed his password again and settled down to wait. He made it complicated this time. So much so, he had to write it down on a sticky note to remember. The bright-eyed idiot wasn’t leeching off of his wifi this time.

It only took the kid one day to crack his code.

Derek had enough.

He wasn’t sure what was going through his head as he pounded on the kid’s door at 2 am on a weeknight, but he was determined to growl some manners into the boy. It only took a few minutes of knocking before he heard the sound a crash, followed by a few choice curse words, and then the door swung open, the ratty-haired red-hoodied kid standing in front of him looking confused.

“Dude, what the hell? It’s the middle of the night!”

“Stop stealing my wifi.”

The kid blinked at him. There were sleep marks indented into one side of his face and his eyes were glassy with exhaustion. Derek felt a pang of guilt before quickly pushing it away. He was here to teach the kid a lesson, dammit. “What?”

“Stop stealing my wifi,” Derek said again. “I don’t know how you keep breaking the code but—”

“Oh my god, that’s yours?”

Derek stared. Then he glared. “Yes.”

“Dude, I thought that belonged to the mean old lady that lives on the floor above mine! She’s always bumping her cane against the floor when I’m trying to take a nap.” the kid blinked at him. “Is your wifi name seriously Der-Bear?”

Derek felt his face go hot. Laura had set it up and he hadn’t been able to figure out how to change the name. “That’s none of your business.”

“It is when I thought that was the name of mean old lady’s cat,” the kid said with a snort. Then he thrust out a hand with a wide grin. “I’m Stiles. I know you’ve been here for a few weeks now, but welcome to the neighborhood, dude!”

Derek didn’t move. He stared at the hand for a long moment and Stiles’s smile faltered, a nervous chuckle leaving his mouth as he lowered it.

“Uh, you’re Derek, right?”

“Stay off my wifi,” was all Derek said as he turned away. He made sure to slam his door as he stalked back into the apartment and he was met with silence for a moment. Then Stiles’s door slammed too and Derek let out a small sigh of relief.

That hadn’t gone like he’d expected.

He changed his password once more, just to be safe, but he had no doubts he’d scared the wits out of the red hoodied idiot. Derek’s wifi was safe.

He got a notification the next morning. Hoodie Boy was back.

“Dammit!” Derek said, slamming his bowl of cereal onto the table. Milk and bran flakes went sloshing over the edge but he didn’t even care. Grabbing his keys, he stalked out of his apartment again.

Stiles opened the door after only two knocks. The kid was grinning lazily, amber eyes dancing as he took in Derek and the t-shirt and boxers that he wore.

“Good morning, dear neighbor. Sleep well last night?”

“Get off my wifi!”

“Sharing is caring, Der-Bear,” Stiles said sincerely. But his grin never slipped. “I’m just being a good neighbor and helping you do that.”

“I don’t want to share!”

Stiles tsked and stared to closed his door. Derek shoved his foot in the opening before he could, though, and Stiles’s eyes widened a fraction. He actually looked nervous for a moment. “Look, dude, I’m a college student who can’t afford wifi. Can’t you be a dear and let me on once in a while?”

“No. That’s not my problem.”

“Come on,” Stiles said. “I’m a catch! I’ll even… pay you back for it! Not with money, of course. How about ramen? I make some mean ramen.”

Derek growled. Stiles’s eyes widened even more.

“... So no ramen then?”

“Get off my wifi,” Derek said, retracting his foot. “Next time, I won’t ask so nicely.”

He turned away and could feel Stiles staring for a moment. But then the boy laughed. “Whatever, Der-Bear, you’re already falling for me, I know it! Try not to drop too hard, dear neighbor, I’m a respectable man!”

Derek slammed his door shut. He could still hear Stiles laughing.

Derek hated this building.

Stiles was pretty sure his new neighbor was a giant grump.

Because one, he’d been elusive since he’d moved into the building, despite Stiles’s wondrously generous attempts to get to know him. Or at least say hello.

And then two, he went on to buy some seriously fast wifi and then denied it to Stiles; his very best friend in the whole wide world. Or at least, they could be best friends, except Derek was a giant grump.

One who apparently didn’t sleep. And had the worst password codes Stiles had ever seen.

It might help that he could crack just about anything, but Derek was no professional when it came down to things. The man made his first password the numbers 1-10. His second was the numbers 10-1. His third was just a bunch of letters, but Stiles had all the time in the world. And he was persistent.

Then Derek got mad.

See, Stiles probably would’ve given up ages ago. He definitely would’ve given up when Derek knocked at his doors in nothing but boxers, looking like an angry teddy bear with a murderous streak. But then he got a fear boner like he’d never gotten before.

Stiles had yet to address that.

The point was, he couldn’t make himself stop. Seeing Derek get riled up and red in the face made his stomach do some weird things and Stiles thought it was adorable, goddammit. Derek looked like he was about to blow a fuse when he got mad. His angry face was much too similar to Grumpy Cat.

It was freaking adorable.

So Stiles… well, he did stop the second time Derek came around.

For a week.

He actually planned on lasting longer than that, but then his professor assigned a twenty-page long paper typed, and the local library closed due to a rat infestation.

Of course.

Which was how he snuck onto Derek’s wifi at one in the morning, trying desperately to type up a twenty-page paper before Derek woke up the next morning and burst in to strangle him.

But apparently, Derek had an alarm system on his wifi or something.

Because Stiles was only two pages in when there was a hard knock on his door, so loud it made Stiles startle sideways and go spilling off his couch. He hit hard, smacking his elbow on the coffee table, and just laid there for a moment, the entire world spinning.

Derek continued to knock.

“Oh my god,” Stiles groaned, pushing himself up. “I’m coming, I’m coming! Don’t put a hole in my door, dammit!”

Derek had a shirt on this time, when Stiles yanked his door open. The man’s hair was sticking up in all directions, his boxers were covered in little wolf faces, and he looked downright pissed.

Stiles sighed. “I told you not to fall in love with me. Must we go through this entire thing again?”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“That sounds a lot less like a love confession and a lot more like a murder threat, big guy. My dad’s a sheriff, you know. And he’s scarily protective of his only son.”

“Stiles,” Derek said, shoving by and barging into his room. Stiles squeaked in surprise and stumbled out of the way, watching the giant angry man stalk around his apartment. And suddenly, he was a little nervous. Because what if Derek did come here to kill him?

“Uh, dude?” Stiles said, voice a little squeaky. “I was just trying to write a paper. There’s no need for violence, alright?”

Derek turned around to face him. “A paper.”

“... Yes.”

“You expect me to believe you’re pirating my wifi for a paper.”

“Excuse me!” Stiles said, shoving himself forward and jabbing a finger into Derek’s well-formed chest (bad thoughts, brain, stop it with the fear boners). “I was going to wait longer before making a pirating attempt, but then my jerk off a professor decided twenty pages was an appropriate number for a paper on the male circumcision. I didn’t ask for this!”

“The male… what?”

“Exactly what I said!” Stiles shouted. “Do you think I want to be up at one in the morning attempting to write a paper? I was trying to finish before you came in to murder me!”

“I wasn’t— I wasn’t going to murder you.”

“Do you even listen to yourself talk?”

Derek looked a little offended, a lot confused, and a tiny bit constipated as he hesitated for a moment. “You just using it to write a paper.”

“Broke college kid, dude! Do you think I wanted to live in this crappy apartment building? My dad won’t let me live off-campus unless it’s somewhere ‘safe’ and apparently safe means no wifi and limited hot water.”

Derek flinched. Suddenly, Stiles felt a little bad, deflating into himself. He sighed.

“The nearby library was closed and I didn’t want to go all the way across the city to reach the other one. But I’ll get off dude. No need to kill me or anything.”

Derek stared at him for a moment. Then he dropped his eyes, plodding toward the door. “No, it’s fine. Finish your paper.”

Stiles blinked in shock. “What?”

“Finish your paper,” Derek said again, looking a lot less like an angry teddy bear and more like… well, an actual teddy bear. If not still a little red-faced. “It’s fine.”

Stiles didn’t know what to say, so he just nodded dumbly. Derek started to turn away, but then he glanced back and the murder-brows had returned once more. “And I’m not in love with you.”

“Sure, dude,” Stiles said with a scoff. “I’m sure you barge into everyone’s apartment at one in the morning in your little wolfy boxers.”

Derek’s face turned a shade of even brighter red. But this time, it didn’t seem to be because of anger.

Stiles thought that was even more of a turn-on than his fear boner (shut up, lower regions).

For the first time since they’d met, Derek didn’t slam his door when he went back into his apartment. Stiles didn’t slam his either, leaning against it for a moment. Then he shook his head, laughing softly to himself.

“What a Sourwolf.”

He finished his paper that night and conveniently forgot to get off of Derek’s wifi the next morning. If only for the visit he got the night after that.

And the one after that too.

Old lady Agnes thought the young man that lived below her was the most annoying young man to ever walk the earth.

He played his music too loud, he always burned his ramen, and he was up at ungodly hours annoying the crap out his neighbors. She’d been plagued by the sound of slamming doors for months now, and she couldn’t tell if it was a game of his, an actual rivalry on the lower floor, or some kind of millennial fetish.

The point is, she could hear everything. From the door slamming, to the rough thuds that sounded oddly like… furniture being thrown, to the screaming matches.

Tonight just so happened to be another one.

“I was just making ramen, Derek, I didn’t mean to trigger the fire sprinklers! Put your shirt goddamn back on!”

“I’m soaked, Stiles, give me something to wear!”

“No, because then you’ll never give my clothes back, asshole. I’m not giving you shit!”

“Dammit, Stiles, sharing is caring. Give me the hoodie!”

“No, it’s my favorite hoodie!”

Agnes sighed and reached for her cat, scratching wrinkled fingers through Grumpy Cat’s fur as the two below her floor continued to scream.

Sometimes, she hated this building.

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This one kind of got away from me and I hope it worked with the prompts alright XD Once I started, I couldn’t stop. Thanks of much for the prompt!

(If you enjoy my works, consider your underpaid student writer? Seriously, I’d adore you guys so much). https://ko-fi.com/rh27writer

#when-she-writes-stuff talks #sterek #teen wolf #send me prompts!#auriette

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Nothing That Lasts Forever

A BTS Horror Fanfiction

Warnings: Major Character Death, Blood, Demons, Fighting, Verbal and Physical Abuse, Mention of marijuana, Death, Cursing, Fire, Unintentional Self-harm, Gore. Yoongi's injury

Ao3 link - Wattpad link - Soundtrack

Trailer - ch1 - ch2 - ch3 - ch4 - ch5 - ch6 - ch7 - ch8 - ch9

Chapter Eight: 456782

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER INVOLVES HEAVIER TOPICS, as the author I got stressed writing this so if you get anxious easily then I don’t suggest you read any further. The next few chapters are very heavy, especially if you don’t like to see our boys hurt. Please remember that I have tagged Major Character Death. Please remember that this is an act of fiction and I do not mean any harm with my work.

Last warning: I - your author, genuinely cried writing some of the next chapter(s) . I'm still not trying to spoil anything but from here on out the story gets a lot more serious and heavy. I know I said I wouldn’t put warnings and author’s notes but I think that if you want to finish the story you should know it's not an easy ride. Anyway good luck.

Yoongi’s POV

I wipe my tears, spreading blood about my face. Unable to see through the red I use my sleeve to finally clean myself up. Though I wasn’t able to completely stop the tears. Turning away from the limp body, I look to Hoseok. He hasn’t moved from where Jungkook had pinned him. His body trembles, hands covering his face, soft sobs escaping to the floor.

“Hoseok.” I barely produce his name, my voice scratching out in the chilled air. He flinches as my fingers faintly tap his thigh. Swallowing, I shuffle over to him. “Hoseok.” This time I whisper, my hand hovering over his arm. His forehead is pressed hard against the floor, reddening his hairline. His eyelashes clump together through his tears, and I let out a weak breath.

“Hobi.” My hand gently sits on his, which covers his cheek. “It’s Yoongi.” He lets out a hiccup, curling into my knees. Swallowing, I think how I should probably ask him the important question. What is something only he knows about me? But as his tears soak into my pant leg I realize that now is not the right time.

For a long time I sit there, allowing Hobi to take the time to cry. I probably should too, but I’ve felt a weight lifted off of the room. The heater kicks on, as I squeeze Hoseok’s arm. He’s calmed down quite a bit, his hand falling from his face, revealing a deep blush, and bleeding gash on his cheek. His face is swollen on the left side. I take a pained breath for him, as I touch his cheek. He swallows, ignoring the ache.

He pushes my hand away, leaning on his arm to sit up. A few more tears trickle down his cheeks. He stares into my chest, eyes wandering in thought. I notice now that pink fingermarks stain his skin on his neck. He must have been choking him hard. My hand reaches up at my own throat, it probably looks the same. We sit together, maybe collecting our thoughts or maybe just trying to recover.

“Your hands.” He whispers, making me bring my eyes down to my palms. Blood, pouring from two slits almost the length of my whole hand. I squeeze them, blood dripping from the folds in my prints. The pain had subsided while I tore at my brain, though now it was returning. My back throbs from being thrown at the wall, and the cuts sting as if the glass were still sliding across my skin. Hoseok slowly wobbles into standing position, going slowly to the kitchen and coming back with wads of paper towels.

“Here.” He says, pressing them into my hands, and keeping one free of the blood. I nod thanks. “For your face.” He mumbles, holding up the other one. My eyes fall to my hands, blood sopping into the towels already. The towel nears my face, I close my eyes as he rubs at my cheeks and around my lashes. I sigh heavily, my entire body shaking in the breath.

“Sorry, it’s dried.” His voice is soft, setting the towel to the ground.

“I got contact with Namjoon.” He looks up, eyes slightly hopeful, but falling when they meet mine. “It didn’t last long enough for me to explain.” He frowns. “And then I smashed it with a rock.”

“My phone is somewhere.” He mutters, reaching to help me up. With the towels in hand, I take his, pulling myself up. Our eyes meet again, and we stand there for a moment. I take a step towards him, but he stops me with a shake of his head, turning around me and heading to the hallway. Slightly disappointed I bite my lip, turning in pursuit of him. I know he doesn’t mean harm, he probably just wants to avoid the… elephant in the room.

He steps into his room, me following. We shouldn’t split up anymore. After a quick search, we move on to Jungkook’s room. Both of us are hesitant to enter. Eventually, Hoseok goes in, walking around and flipping through drawers in search of it.

I stand at the bed, as Hoseok reaches Jungkook’s bag that was left behind. His eyes close for a moment, before tearing through the bag as well. He shoves it over in disbelief, unable to find it.

Unsure of what to do I stare at my feet, the dusty floorboards, and cobwebs much less disturbing now. My eyes widen at a new idea. Painfully I bend over. holding my hands tenderly as I lean down to look under the bed. There is a cell phone. My fingers creep around the frozen block shakily pulling it out.

I hand it to Hobi, who turns it on and unlocks it. Hovering behind him I see that he has 30%. Not that there is any chance that we could have service. I note that there are no bars, and I shake my head, there was no point in getting our hopes up anyways.

“Wait.” Hobi says, and I barely turn to him. He opens his settings looking for the wifi. There is it.

Glamping189.

He opens it quickly typing in the password. 456782. It loads, and the two of us stare at it as it spins. Contemplating whether or not to let us get through. Incorrect password for “Glamping189”. Hobi keeps the phone in his hand, staring as the screen for a moment before clicking ok. It doesn't exit the screen. Rather it turns black.

456782 pops up.

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Hobi’s face scrunches up in anger, his hand clenching around the phone. He doesn’t speak, pitching the phone into the wall. It slaps the floor, looking broken.

“What were we to expect?” I sigh, voice horse. He swallows, staring down at the phone. I look over him again. Blood is coming right through the towels left on his arms. His eyes flicker with pain. I fight back tears looking at him like this. Some of this is my own fault. I shouldn’t have left him alone. Twice now.

“So we walk.” He finally manages, turning his glance to the door. I shake my head, looking down at his ankle, the lump of socks still covering it. He looks at me, pulling my eyes up to his. “We don’t have any other choice.”

After a moment I nod, and together we hobble out of the room. I pull my gaze upwards as we start into the living room. I just can’t. I can’t. I can’t.

“He’s gone.” My eyes fall, despite my attempt to keep them up. Hobi is correct. Jungkook’s body isn’t there. I bite down on my lip, flipping around.

“Why?” I mumble, my eyes searching around the room. He isn’t here. But he’s alive.

Alive.

I didn’t kill him. Maybe we can all still get out of here together? Hoseok’s eyes do not change. Unhopeful. Even if he is alive. It’s. Not. Him.

“Let’s keep going.” Hoseok whispers, eyes looking towards the door. I nod, hesitant, it doesn’t feel right leaving behind one of us. We can send help. We can get out and send help. He’s alive and that’s all that matters.

We start towards the door, a breeze rushing through against us. It’s chilling to the bone. A wind that wants to keep us here. Jungkook’s figure hobbles in front of the door. After everything. I can’t be shocked.

His eyes are shadowed, barely open and glaring to the floor where his blood is smeared. He mumbles something that I don’t hear. I don’t know what to do. I… I stabbed him. I could swear that I brought that shard down into him. His body went limp and…

“We have to burn it down.” He mumbles, barely coherently. How is he even standing? He’s slumped over, leaning on the door frame. Despite being able to stand, he still looks awful. His skin is pale and his eyes barely hold themselves open.

“Jungk…” He throws something in front of us. A tank of gas, rolling over on the floor.

Slowly he lifts his head up, dim eyes meeting mine. “We burn it down.” I shake my head. This might not even be Jungkook. Jungkook could still be dead. This thing could be playing with us. How could we even trust him?

“After my graduation, we went out,” He coughs, hand hovering over his mouth, “we went out and you and Namjoon were teasing me about how I wasn’t legal yet, even though neither were Jimin and Tae.” I swallow, unsure of what to say to him. It was true. He slides into the door. “Is that good enough reason for you to help me light this fucked place up.”

I look to Hobi who seems unsure. “But there isn’t any gas, we could use the gas to fill up the car... “ I say remembering what Hobi told me.

Jungkook grits his teeth. “The car has more than a half tank. I checked.”

Hoseok doesn’t say anything, but glares at Jungkook. How could he have mistaken that? A lie? But Hoseok can’t lie. He can’t... I swallow noting that his eyes, yet again, look different from before.

Not again. I bite my lip. Who the fuck am I supposed to trust? I… I don’t understand. Only myself? Do I trust myself? After what happened in the basement? What happened to me during that time?

“Yoongi!” Jungkook shouts for my attention but it is too late. I gasp at the sharp pain in my abdomen. My eyes drop to the shard of glass in my left side, a stream of blood streaking onto it. My throat contracts as my hands clamp over the wound, looking up to Hoseok who is. Not Hoseok.

I gulp at the grin plastered on its face.

“Who? Koo?” It hums, mocking me from before. Fear and anger bubble up inside me. How long was Hoseok not here? How long has it not really been him? This whole time?

“Yoongi run!” Jungkook shouts from the door, tossing a rock at the forehead of the thing. I take my chance clutching onto the glass unsure of whether to pull it out and dash to the door. We step out into the black. The moon is not in the sky to light the woods. Jungkook pushes forward towards the car, and I race after him.

It’s fast on my heels and something meets my foot, bringing me down to the gravel on my side. I groan, pebbles and muck sticking to my lips. My hand lingers on the glass, if I had fallen on the opposite side it would have been lodged even deeper into my abdomen. Now or never. I take the glass in my grip, and with trembling hands slip it out.

“Ahhh fuck.” I grunt, pushing myself up from the gravel.

“FUCK OFF” Jungkook cries wielding a long stick, swinging at Hobi, and keeping him away from me as I recover. The stick in his hand wavers as his hands shake, whether from weakness or fear I don’t know. Hoseok’s smile doesn’t fade, as he looks at the meager weapon that Koo has taken up.

His hands in turn take the other end of the stick, yanking it and Jungkook forward. He’s weak and tumbles onto his knees. From behind him I see that despite how he looked, the wound that I had left him with was not there. Had I imagined it? Bringing the glass down into him?

Barely lifting his head up to the thing Jungkook bares his teeth. My stomach twists seeing the way Hoseok is looking at Jungkook. Pure lust for his suffering. His eyes glow with satisfaction, knowing that Jungkook is too weak to put up a fight.

“Hoba stop…” I mutter quietly, unsure of whether he’d listen. He does look over to me as I push myself up. I gulp, my eyes meeting his again. He doesn’t blink as he walks around Jungkook, still slumped. He surely wouldn’t have been able to defend against the strength of it. No. Neither of us can.

He gets up close to me, pushing my back up against the cold of the car door. His skin is pale, and seems to move on its own accord. I swallow, unable to bear the look of him and shut my eyes. I can feel him getting closer and closer. Do I dare run? Leave Jungkook to fend for himself… again. I grind my jaw. No. No. No.

Still. What can I do against this thing? Absolutely nothing. This is obvious as I am overpowered by him. His hands look frail, skin and bone despite the grip on my arms being stronger than anyone. My breath holds, though this time of my own accord. I can’t give this damn thing any reaction. It doesn’t deserve it.

“Leave us alone.” I mutter, staying stern as my body presses itself against the freezing touch of the car. He doesn’t respond as his bony fingers press up against my cheek, sharp nails poking at the flesh.

“Which one?” It asks laughing, taking its other hand and training it down my chest, to my abdomen. Taking its time until it reaches the wound. I swallow preparing for the pain. But with a grunt from Jungkook it never comes.

Hoseok’s body drops to the floor, and behind him Jungkook stands holding a log from the fire. We both look down to the thing, out cold. Slowly my body slides down beside him.

“What do we do?” I cough out, and Jungkook leans over himself closing his eyes. “Oh Koo I’m sorry. How are you even standing? Your back, how is it?” I try pushing myself up to see but he just shakes his head.

“Huh? My back is fine, it’s just,” He sniffs, “Something isn’t” He presses a hand against his stomach. “Something isn’t right.” As soon as I am completely up I circle around him, finding that there is no wound from where I had stabbed. A feeling of relief washes over me. So that wasn’t the real Jungkook? I glance down to Hoseok, who looks completely normal passed out on the gravel. So this isn’t the real Hoseok? Then where is he?

“I don’t… I don’t understand but I think we should lay him out in the gravel with some blankets and then burn the house down like I had said before. We double-check that Hobi isn’t in the house and then we drive, and send a rescue team after Hoseok, whether this is the real him or not I… I don’t know.” Jungkook regains his composer and reaches for the arm of Hobi.

“How will they know?”

“We send them with a pre-prepared question.” He answers before I can even explain myself. I want to disagree. I want to stay and find Hoseok but… if we take any more batterings…

“Okay..” I agree, taking Hoseok carefully by his other arm.

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classywitchfun · 3 years

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How To Change your AT&T WiFi Password | Router Technical Support

I am facing some issues while Changing AT&T WiFi Password. I have no idea why it's not changing the password. Help me.

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searchingwardrobes · 5 years

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Start of Time: 3/?

In this chapter, Emma (going by Wendy) meets another character in a surprising way. I really hope Emma’s amnesia and her going by “Wendy” isn’t too confusing. I keep writing “Emma” by accident, then having to change it!

Summary: Killian and his son are driving through a bad snow storm when they find a disoriented woman walking down the road. The question is, how can they help her get home when she has no idea who she is? Written for @teamhook on her birthday.

Rating: T

Words: About 2,000 in this chapter

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Come tomorrow I’ll be in the ocean, I’ll be rising with the morning tide

Wendy awoke the next morning when the sun was just beginning to tinge the edges of the darkness. She felt warm and comfortable in her bed, her bumps and bruises slight aches now instead of sharp pains. Even her headache had finally subsided. She lay there in Alice’s narrow twin bed, however, staring at the ceiling. It was painted a dark blue, and glow in the dark stickers of planets and stars dotted its surface. She squinted as she studied them. She didn’t know her constellations very well, but even she could identify the big dipper. Whoever had decorated the ceiling, it wasn’t Alice. Her father perhaps?

She ran her fingers through her still damp hair. She probably shouldn’t have gone to bed with it still wet, but the shower had sapped her energy, and she had been unable to resist the call of the soft pillow and mattress. It had felt absolutely luxurious to slip beneath the sheets clean and fresh. Wendy continued to stare at the simulated night sky above her, trying to remember something other than this house and endless snow, but it was useless.

Wendy knew she wasn’t going to be able to get back to sleep, so she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She gathered the fleece lined leggings and the purple sweater one of the kids had dropped off in her room the night before. At least, she assumed it was one of the kids, judging how they had been tossed haphazardly on the bed while she was in the shower. Wendy slipped into them, the sharp scent of cedar filling her nostrils. These had obviously been in storage for a while. Had they belonged to the children’s mother? Where was she?

Since her hair was a tangled mess of wild curls from sleeping on it wet, Wendy grabbed a hair elastic from one of the drawers in the bathroom. It was small, and clearly belonged to Alice, so it would only go around her hair twice. Wendy twisted her hair in a messy bun instead, and it held. It would have to do.

She slipped into a pair of thick socks that had also been left for her, then padded softly out of her room, down the hall, and down the stairs. The house was quiet except for the hum of the central heating. It looked like she was the only one up. She crossed the living room and sat down at a desk that sat against the far wall. A laptop sat on its surface. Killian said it was the kids’, and that they were only allowed to use it here in the living room (to which Henry had groused which defeats the purpose of having a laptop). He also said Wendy was welcome to it as soon as the wifi was back on. The laptop’s password and the wifi password were both scrawled on a sticky note affixed to the screen with the message “In case you need it - Killian.” She smiled as she peeled it off.

As she booted up the laptop, she thought about the man himself. He seemed like a wonderful father, even in the short time Wendy had observed him. He was affectionate with the children, and he spoke to them with respect and seemed to value their opinions, yet he was also clearly protective as evidenced by his rules with the laptop. Not that she was judging him for that - the internet could be a scary place, especially for kids. She typed in the password and leaned back in her chair. Alice also had a menagerie of pets, and both children were obviously well read. Wendy smiled. Yes, they clearly had a good father.

Wendy clicked on the wifi and entered the password, but frowned when the words “no connection” blinked on the screen. She let out a breath of frustration as she closed out of the computer and rose from the desk. She paused in front of the fireplace, staring into the cold hearth as she chewed on her lower lip. She had calmed her fears last night by telling herself she could search the internet for missing persons in Maine. Now what?

She knew what Killian and Mary Margaret would both say - “be patient, the snow will get cleared soon.” It was easy for them to say, though! She wondered how Mary Margaret could be so calm being snowed in away from her husband and young son. Of course, she’d called them on her cell multiple times, and Mary Margaret had explained that she could get back to the farm on her snowmobile long before the roads cleared up. Killian said the sheriff and the doctor could get out here the same way. How far north was she? Even though she couldn’t remember her life, she got the distinct impression that she wasn’t a small town girl. Remote cabins, horse farms, and snowmobiles all felt foreign to her.

Of course, that wasn’t saying much. A lot felt foreign right now.

Wendy let out a sigh and headed for the kitchen. If she couldn’t search for her identity, she had to occupy herself some other way. Killian had cooked three amazing meals yesterday, and she felt maybe she could return the favor. She did remember one thing about herself - she couldn’t cook anything but breakfast. She didn’t know her real name, but she knew she could make some awesome pancakes. Bizarre.

She opened the pantry and smiled to find a box of pancake mix. (Hey, she never said her awesome pancakes were homemade.) She set the box next to the stove, then went to pull milk and eggs out of the fridge. It took her a few tries to find the right cabinet, but eventually she located the frying pan and bent down to pull it out.

“Who the bloody hell are you?”

Wendy screamed and dropped the frying pan when she saw a strange man in the middle of the Jones family kitchen. The sound of metal hitting the tile floor was painfully loud in the still house. Above her, she heard feet pound and a door slam. The man before her was tall and broad, with curly, light brown hair. His arms were crossed over his chest as he glared at her.

“Who the hell are you?” she yelled back, coming to her senses enough to snatch up the frying pan and hold it up like a weapon.

“Me? You’re the one standing in the middle of my brother’s kitchen wearing his dead wife’s clothes.”

“Liam!” Killian’s sharp voice came from over Wendy’s shoulder.

She relaxed slightly and lowered the frying pan. “Brother?”

“Aye, brother,” the man - Liam, apparently - moved his hands to his hips, his scowl just as intense despite Killian’s sudden presence. “I live in the apartment over the barn. Where the hell did you come from?”

“Liam, for the love of God, would you stop yelling at her? How’d you get over here anyway?”

“The snow’s melted just enough for me to shovel out a little. Then I walked over here on my snowshoes. Now that we’ve got that out of the way, little brother, who is this woman?”

“Younger brother, and Henry and I came across her on our way home when the storm hit. She’d been in an accident -”

“She is standing right here and can speak for herself!” Wendy snapped.

“Okay,” said Liam smugly, “fill me in. What happened? Who are you?”

“Don’t grill her like that!”

“I’m asking her a simple question!”

“Stop!” Wendy shouted, dropping the frying pan again and pressing her hands to her head. Her headache was back, and it felt as if it were splitting her skull in two. She couldn’t keep back a groan of pain.

“Wendy!” Killian cried as he rushed to her side. “Is it your head?”

“Uh huh,” she bit out. She couldn’t even open her eyes. The lights in the kitchen were too bright. Killian put his arm around her and made to help her out of the room. When she stumbled, he scooped her up into his arms. It was only then she realized he was shirtless. His skin was warm, and when she rested her hand on his chest she found it covered in thick, soft hair. Her temple rested against a strong collar bone, and the arm around her waist flexed with muscle. If not for the splitting pain in her head, it would have been . . . nice.

Okay, nice was an understatement, but she was currently trying not to puke all over the man. She could daydream about his strong arms, solid chest, and masculine scent later.

He deposited her gently onto Alice’s bed, then went to fetch her a cool rag. She murmured her thanks when he pressed it to her throbbing temple.

“I’m so sorry about my brother,” he apologized. “He can be a bit overprotective, even more so since my Milah passed.”

“Was she your wife?” she managed to choke out.

“Aye.”

“So I am wearing her clothes.”

“Don’t worry about that right now. Stress can aggravate your head injury. Just rest, okay?”

“I was trying . . . “

“Shhh,” he admonished gently, brushing her hair back. It had somehow fallen out of Alice’s hair elastic.

“I was trying,” she continued stubbornly, “to make pancakes. For you. All of you.”

Her eyes were still shut tight, but she felt him take her hand and squeeze it. “That was a lovely thought.” He lifted her hand and brushed his lips across her knuckles. “But let us take care of you. We don’t mind. I promise.”

Something about his voice was soothing, and Wendy felt sleep pulling her under.

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Killian stopped in his bedroom to grab a tshirt, and chuckled to find Alice flung across his bed, still fast asleep despite all the noise downstairs. He hadn’t heard Henry stirring either when he’d fetched the cloth for Wendy, so he hurried downstairs to confront his brother before the children woke. He knew this wasn’t going to be pretty.

When he saw his brother still standing in his kitchen, his hand in a box of Cap’ n Crunch, his anger returned in full force.

“What is your bloody problem!” Killian roared, bending to pick up the frying pan.

Liam’s eyebrows rose to his hairline. “I think the proper question is what the bloody hell are you thinking?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You brought home a strange woman? With your kids here?”

“She was wandering around without a proper coat with a gash on her head! What was I supposed to do? Leave her out there to freeze to death?”

“So you thought dressing her up in Milah’s clothes and giving her free range of the house was a good idea? What will the kids think?”

Killian rolled his eyes. “They think exactly the same thing I do - that she’s in trouble and we’re helping her. And as for Milah’s clothes, they were the only women’s things I had. They’re not doing anyone any good sitting in a chest in the back of the closet.”

“Do you even know anything about here?”

“No, actually,” Killian mumbled running a hand through his hair. “She has amnesia.”

“Oh, that’s convenient.”

“It’s true!”

“You need to call the cops!”

“Of course I’ve done that,” Killian snapped. God, sometimes Liam acted like he was still a boy. “They’re just as paralyzed by the storm as everyone else. Graham said he’d get out here to talk to her as soon as a snowmobile could make it through. Vincent will do the same and check her injuries. In the meantime, we’re just trying to make her as comfortable as we can.”

Liam deflated somewhat and tossed another handful of cereal into his mouth. “Well, I guess all that makes sense,” he conceded after chewing and swallowing.

“I don’t need your approval,” Killian ground out.

Liam sighed and set the cereal box down on the counter. “I’m sorry if I freaked out. I just worry about you, that’s all. I’ll never forget the shell of a person you were after you lost Milah.”

“You never approved of her.”

“I didn’t approve of how it began, but once you adopted the kids . . . “ Liam shook his head. “She loved you, that was always clear, and I never would have wished cancer on her. Surely you know that.”

Killian ran a hand wearily over his face. They had talked this subject to death, and he was sick of it. “Look, can we just leave Milah out of this?”

“Okay, but be careful.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Liam tilted his head. “The way you carried her up the stairs? I’ve seen that look on your face before.”

“I just met her!”

Liam stepped closer and put a hand gently on Killian’s shoulder. “You’ve been alone for a long time. So like I said, be careful.”

Henry burst into the room then, excited to see his uncle and pestering Killian about possibly going outside. Killian was glad for the reprieve as he turned to the stove to get breakfast started. Liam was off the mark on everything, clearly.

I’ve seen that look on your face before.

Killian massaged his brow and suppressed a groan. Yes, his brother was clearly off the mark.

#cs ff #cs modern au #snowed in trope #memory loss #daddy killian #alice #knightrook #past positive millian #henry is killian's son

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