#they even have to do the texting with the number buttons and hitting them multiple times for the letters

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my girlfriend (chronically offline) recently got a flip phone and she made a picture of us the background of it :((

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pairing ~ yang jeongin x fem reader

synopsis ~ y/n starts getting messages from an unknown number after buying a used phone for cheap. as she finds out more about the boy she's talking to, it turns out there's much more to this than a wrong number --- he died, and she's talking to his spirit, yet he has no idea what happened to him. will y/n have what it takes to solve the mystery of his death? or will the boy's spirit remained trapped in his phone?

warnings ~ gen, death, blood/injury, implied child abuse

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CH 2 ~ THE PLAYGROUND (wc: 2.9k, 2 screenshots)

Nothing you find online even hints at foul play, or at least, nothing official. There's a blog you come across called Souls of Seoul, a conspiracy theorist obsessed with fishy deaths citywide, and they just so happen to have classified the death of Yang Jeongin, a 23-year-old actor about to snatch his breakout role, fishy. She has multiple posts dedicated to it, but you skim most of them as they repeat information or add details that are a little... out there. You finally reach the final post where she writes an in-depth analysis and theory of what she thinks really happened.

"And then his rival and best friend... ah," you click the continue reading button, wanting to learn as much as you can, but the page refreshes to find nothing, a big, red message screaming at you.

ERROR 404 : PAGE NOT FOUND !

You refresh the page again, but the same words flash at you. Weird. There's contact info at the bottom of the page, but when you try and text the number, your messages don't go through, almost like the universe is trying to stop you from uncovering the truth. At first, you weren't really sure if you believed Jeongin's death was something deeper than the story told, but evidence keeps piling up, making you become suspicious.

On the bus ride to work, you can't help but ponder the strange dream you had last night. You can still feel the breeze on your cheeks and hear the breath in your ear. Something isn't quite right, the air around you too still when the bus is stopped too long at a red light. The bus lights flicker, then turn off completely. You're sitting near the back by the door, watching a man walk onto the bus and gasp at the sight of him.

There's a large butcher's knife digging into his neck, wet blood slick around the site of the wound, soaking his shirt and beige coat red. He pays the fare, sitting down in a seat closer to the front. No one else seems to notice, but no one else is moving either. People around you are frozen in their seats, paused mid-movement. A girl across from you has one earbud in her hand, centimetres away from her ear. Another passenger beside her has just dropped their water bottle, the object half way to the floor. You hand covers your mouth as you take everyone else in, eyes finally landing on the man again.

He's looking at you, seemingly just as shocked that you can see him too. His eyebrows furrow, mouth shut in a tight line as he gets up and moves to sit next to you.

"You're not dead," his voice is raspy.

"I'm not," you whisper, hand falling away from your mouth to grip the pole beside you, fighting the urge to run off this bus.

For all you know, the bus is still moving and this is another lucid dream. The last thing you need right now is to try and leave, ending up in the hospital for leaping off a moving bus. Although this doesn't feel like a dream, you can always tell, you won't risk it.

"How are you not dead?" His fingers brush up your jaw, cold and dry. "What are you doing here?"

"Trying to get to work," you reply, voice shaky.

His eyes snap down to yours and his hand drops. "Oh."

Then the lights come back on, there's a clang of metal hitting the floor, and the man is gone, leaving you with a raging headache.

-

You're distracted all day as you help Changbin catch up on client orders, mind wandering to the man you saw on the bus when you're alone in the back of the shop. Changbin left to watch the front of the store, leaving you to work on a bouquet someone ordered last minute yesterday, thanking you both immensely for doing it on such short notice. The arrangement consisted of white and black roses tied with a simple ribbon, and you wonder what, or who, they were for. Of course, you never asked personal questions, always left creating your own story for each client.

When you prick yourself on a thorn, the blood has you back on the bus in an instant, letting the red liquid drip onto the table. The air is thick, and you shut your eyes to regain focus, bringing your finger up to your lips until you can find a bandaid. There's one in your apron pocket; you really should stock up again and soon.

The question of this man bothers you, and the way he's affected you bothers you more. Why could you see him? Why did time seem to stop? What's happening? You think, Jeongin might know; you should text him.

Y/N : Why can I see other ghosts and not you?

"You can see other ghosts?" You jump, dropping a pair of scissors to the floor with a clang.

"What the fuck!" You whisper-shout, backing against the table.

In front of you stands Jeongin, dark black hair nearly covering his eyes. He's wearing the same clothes as he did in your dream, a blue sweater and black jeans, but they aren't worn or tattered. They look brand new, actually, like he had just bought them. There are no signs of death on him at all, the bleeding and matted hair gone.

"Y/n?" You hear Changbin call from the front. "Everything okay?"

"Everything is fine!" You shout back, not wanting him to come back and see Jeongin- that is, if he can. "Just dropped scissors."

"Listen, I need to bring you somewhere." Jeongin steps back into your view, blocking the hallway Changbin's voice drifted down.

"Can't you see I'm working?" You gesture behind you. "Whatever it is, it's gonna have to wait. I'm busy."

"Please, I think this could help," he pleads, his hand about to grab your arm, but he sees how you flinch back and stops himself. "C'mon, you only die once, and I'd really like to know how it happened. I know you do too."

"You don't know shit about me," you scoff.

"Really? Well-" he huffs. "You're right, but I know enough, otherwise we wouldn't be having this conversation at all right now."

"Ugh, fine, let me tell Changbin-"

"Just text him! Let's go!"

As you sit down on the playground swing, you send a quick heart emoji back to Changbin. Part of you feels bad lying to him, but a bigger part is wrapped up in the mystery of the man sitting next to you. You wonder what other people at the park might see, if there were any people here. It's weirdly deserted, but then again it is pretty overcast. Would they see a girl and a boy talking on the swings? Or would they only see the girl, talking to an imaginary entity?

When you look over at Jeongin, he's focused on the monkey bars with a sad smile on his face. Following his gaze, you see two little boys, one sitting at the end waiting for his friend who's seconds away from slipping. If you were to stand underneath, you could touch the bar with the tips of your fingers, maybe even wrap your hand around one without much effort, but you know for this kid the ground seems a million feet away.

"Hyunjin! Hyunjin!" The kid's feet are starting to kick wildly, panic present in his voice. "I'm scared!"

"You're fine! If you freak out now, your palms will sweat and then you'll fall," the other kid stands, leaning against the pole connecting the bars to the landing. "C'mooooon, I thought you said you could do this."

"I can," the boy, who you know assume is Jeongin, huffs and reaches for another bar. His fingers slip and his body swings back with a twist, the hand still on the equipment slipping as well. "Owwww!"

Little Hyunjin jumps down to his new friend, little Jeongin clutching his red knee with tears welling in his eyes. He's trying hard not to cry as Hyunjin assesses his scrapes, running over to his bag by the edge of the sand and pulling out a band-aid and a water bottle. Jeongin's tears have fallen by the time Hyunjin returns with the supplies, instructing him to stretch his leg out.

"If you don't wanna look like you peed yourself, you'll do it. Then all the water will fall on the sand and not you." Jeongin does as he's told, wincing as he straightens his leg. "Okay, this might sting, but I don't know cause it's just water, so it might not."

"Okay."

The water runs over his knee and flushes the blood away, leaving damp skin and red marks. After patting the area dry with his sleeve, Hyunjin sticks the band-aid diagonally across the wound.

"See? Not so bad." Hyunjin sits next to Jeongin in the sand shoulder to shoulder. "You need to practice landing on your feet."

"I wasn't trying to fall," Jeongin pouts. "I could have made it if-"

"Hwang Hyunjin!" A deeper, male voice calls out, and you jump a little when a man appears in the corner of your eye. "What happened to no wandering?"

"Sorry dad," Hyunjin mutters, standing up and moving away from Jeongin quickly.

"What's that?"

With a side glance to Jeongin, Hyunjin hangs his head. "Sorry sir."

"Better. Now, how about we head home?" It's only now that you hear the slurring of his words, and your chest tightens with empathy for the small boy. "We can... I'll put on that show you like, have some family time, quality time. Let's go."

When Hyunjin doesn't move, his dad sighs, throwing his head up to the sky and placing his hands on his hips.

"Don't be difficult, c'mere." He still doesn't move. "Have it your way."

His dad is tense as he walks over, grabbing Hyunjin's upper arm and practically dragging him over to a rusty car parked in a driveway not too far away. The whole time little Jeongin had been watching intently, taking in the way Hyunjin's cool-guy attitude changed once his dad showed up, the way he flinched when his dad started walking over. Present day Jeongin is watching them walk away with his lips pulled tight.

"That's when I decided to make Hyunjin my best friend," he says, eyes glued to the scene. "Make an excuse for him to be home as little as possible, and it worked. He was almost always at my house on the weekends. We only made plans to go over to his occasionally when my parents would start to question why we didn't."

"Was he really that bad?" Jeongin finally looks at you again with sad eyes, and you already know the answer.

"You have no idea."

-

"Hwang Hyunjin, where are you now?" You're typing his name into the search bar on your laptop, Jeongin looking over your shoulder.

Jeongin disappeared shortly after the memory, leaving you to go home and do your own research. One thing bothered you- how familiar Hyunjin felt. You've never met him, not properly at least. Looking at his photo you realize he's the same guy you ran into at the café, but other than that? Nothing. You shrug off the feeling and continue digging.

"Oh- look here, Hwang Hyunjin hits the big screens this summer with new movie Side Effects, a look into a man's life as he navigates adulthood after the tragic death of his twin sister. Could this be his breakout role... read more... hm," you lean back in your chair. "You both were actors?"

"Y-yeah, we were..." Jeongin slides into a chair beside you.

You're sitting in your dining room with your laptop open on the table. It's getting late, so you know Changbin will be here soon and you'll have to wrap up what you're doing quickly, but there's so much more you want- no, need, to know. There's an itch you can't scratch in the back of your mind saying there's more to this than two best friends with tragic tales.

"We were both auditioning for that movie," he starts, looking away from you and places a palm flat on the table, long fingers outstretched. "I guess he got the role then. I'm proud of him."

"Did he ever get away from his dad?" You ask, too curious not to.

"I..." Jeongin squints, shaking his head. "I don't remember."

With a frustrated sigh, Jeongin puts his head in his hands, elbows on the table. His fingers run through his hair as he tries and tries to remember, but nothing is coming to mind. The problem is he knows there's something- something important, but it's just gone.

"It's okay-"

You're interrupted by a loud knock on your door, the sound of your door opening behind you catching your attention. Closing your laptop, you notice Jeongin is gone again. You wish there was more you could do for him, to help him remember; you can't begin to imagine how aggravating it is for him to have everything just beyond reach.

Changbin is politely toeing his shoes off onto the rack by your door, his hands full with bags of takeout and snacks. Wrapping your sweater around you tightly, you shut the door for him.

"Thanks for coming by," you take a bag from him. "I'll bring this to my room, meet me there?"

"Where else will I go?" Changbin laughs.

Sitting down on your bed, you gently place a wooden tray down for the food to keep it stable. As you're waiting for Changbin, a million questions race through your mind. Something doesn't sit right with you about what you've learned tonight, but you also don't know enough to form a proper theory either.

"What's on your mind?" Changbin sits next to you, shaking the tray just a bit. You put a hand on the edge to keep things from spilling. "Or is it just pain? Oh! Where's your heating pad? Let me-"

"I lied."

"What? About what?"

"I lied about the cramps," you admit, avoiding his eyes. You can feel his stare on you. "I need to tell you something, but I might sound crazy. Remember how I asked if you believed in ghosts?"

"Y/n, where are you going with this?" Changbin's voice is low. "Why would you lie to me? Ditch me at the store during our busiest time-"

"There's a boy I've been seeing-"

"You ditched me for a boy?! Y/n!"

"No! Just- just let me finish!" You snap. "There's a boy who I've been seeing named Yang Jeongin, and he's dead. The phone I bought used to belong to him and we both think that's our connection. For some reason, it didn't work for anyone else, but it worked for me and then I started communicating with him."

Changbin is silent, taking in your words and waiting for you to finish.

"We think there's more to his death than what people say, which is suicide. He can't remember much."

"Is..." Changbin is glancing around your room. "Is Jeongin in the room with us...?"

You snort at his reaction. "No, but I was with him right before you got here. It's like, he just shows up sometimes. I have no way of contacting him outside of texting, but even then he doesn't always reply. Look, I'll try now."

Picking up your phone from your nightstand, you click Jeongin's contact and press call. It's silent when there should be ringing, a robotic voice telling you after a few seconds that the service has been disconnected. Tossing your phone to the end of your bed, you're about to complain about that when it starts to ring. The phone is lying face down, but you already have a feeling you know who's calling. Flipping it over, you accept the call.

"Jeongin," you breathe.

"Y/n."

"What do you want?"

"Who's that guy you're with? Wh- wait, can he hear me?"

You look over to Changbin, who is staring at the phone warily. "Um, I guess so. He's my best friend. His name is Changbin-"

"Yah! Don't tell the ghost my name!" Changbin slaps your arm lightly.

"What? You don't want me to haunt you?" Jeongin taunts. "Listen, I can't talk for long. I needed to let you know that I think other spirits are catching onto your ability."

"Don't phrase it like that! Ah, that makes me sound like some kind of psychic..." you frown. "It's freaky."

Without a reply, the call disconnects and you roll your eyes.

"See what I mean? Unreliable!" You groan, but catch the look on Changbin's face. "That's your thinking face."

"I have this friend who used to be a private investigator," Changbin blurts, looking over at you. "He doesn't do it anymore, but this might just be interesting enough for him to pick up. I'll give you his number later. And not to question you, but how do I know you're not pranking me right now?"

Reaching forward to grab your phone, you pull up a few videos of Jeongin for Changbin to hear his voice. There aren't many out there that you could find, a few audition tapes and personal videos on his socials, but that's it. After, you search for a news article about his death and show him the photo of him they used, one of his headshot right before his death.

"Okay, I believe you," Changbin exhales. "Minho might too."

~

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runtime.

Title: runtime. Characters: Inezra Thamus, Dialus Bolrik, Glynne Cacein (Mentioned) POV Character: Multiple Characters POV: Mixed POV, Mixed Tenses Written 2023 in collaboration with @sleepytrolls. Continuation of message begins.

=====> DIALUS: RESPOND?

When Dialus returned hive for the day, their routine was the same. They doff their hat, chuck their bandana, and ignore the mud they’ve trekked in for at least a few minutes. Their palmhusk is charging and their husktop laid amongst a pile of papers filled with diagrams, some scratched out and others balled into so many wrinkled piles. Their husktop’s dim screen displayed a bright red, bordered window, cursor flashing every so often as the message awaited for a response.

Well, not the message. The troll that sent the message.

They slid papers aside to sit and hunkered down in front of the screen, fully prepared to close the window in favor of dealing with it tomorrow night. Except they stopped midway, eyes drawn to the handle on top of the screen, the voice file that broke up a block of text they cringed reading back to themselves.

-- standoffishMalaise [SM] sent a voice file! --

They hit play against their better judgment, their previous contentment replaced with an overwhelming sense of dread as the play button spun and the audio started seconds afterwards. Their bloodpusher was loud in their ears, roaring and drowning out whatever fleeting thoughts they may have had. They hunched forward, hands balling into fists they pressed against their thighs. They only needed to breathe. They would be fine. They were fine. 

Except they weren’t. Inezra had that effect on them before, sweeps ago now. She tore through their carefully put up defenses by showing fleeting moments of honesty, vulnerability, the troll beneath the bravado. Dialus pushed up from their awkward position on the floor, steadied themself by placing a hand on the wall and started walking a ring around their living block. In time their heartbeat matched their footsteps. Their breathing steadying, mental fog clearing, but their emotions didn’t fade. Their nails dug into their palms, vision swimming before they angrily swiped at their eyes.

Inezra’s message was still waiting for them when they sat down.

-- standoffishMalaise [SM] began trolling bastillesActuator [BA] at 18:07 --

SM: . Not sure if you didn't get the lined yellow paaper paad or if you don't feel like chaatting baack, but I waanted to see how you were doing SM: . & I waanted to heaar you I guess . Not for aany reaal reaason SM: . I tried to caall you before but the number waas disconnected . By the time I figured I should messaage you it aalwaays seemed like too much time haad paassed so I kept doing whaat I waas doing SM: . I don't waant aanything from you to be aabsolutely cleaar . Except to taalk, if you're up for it, & you don't haave to saay yes Just let me know

Dialus’s cursor kept flashing, taunting them until they finally responded with shaking fingers.

You're facetiming with Glynne when you get a notification. You’ve got your phone propped up against a half-empty bottle you didn’t feel like topping off, sharing your screen through your phone only because you know the low resolution is annoying. Glynne is begging you not to purchase an outlandish piece of furniture you have in your cart when her expression drops, and with it your attention turns back to your husktop. You must look like broodmates in that moment.

Dialus’s response is staring you in the face.

BA: hey BA: long time no see i guess

The problem you think, as you click your jaw shut, is that you’re not sure you can read them anymore. It was awfully difficult even in person, but you’d had the time to figure it out. Now you don’t have time, you’re half drunk, and you don’t know where to begin. 

BA: is this important?

You take a deep breath, glancing back at your phone. Glynne’s disapproving gaze meets yours for but a fleeting moment, then she’s back to rolling her eyes. “Yeah,” You say aloud, answering Glynne’s unspoken question and the text. “It’s just small talk though. It’s important to me. Is that manipulative?” It’s honest, at least. Whether your sincerity comes through in your voice or expression doesn’t matter. The answer you got would probably be the same.

Glynne’s response comes after a short delay. “So long as you mean it.”

You sigh, and with the support of your intergalactic wingtroll start typing away, leg bouncing against the bottom rung of the barstool you’re sitting on.

SM: . It's importaant to me SM: . but it's not like I haave aanything serious to taalk aabout . I reaally did waant to see how you were doing

You purposefully don’t include any further apologies in your message. They never read well over text, and you don’t want Dialus thinking you’re just trying to butter them up.

SM: ? & caatch up I guess BA: why would you w4nt to t4lk to me

Your expression sours, leg bouncing slowing until you're sitting still again. What do you say aside from the obvious? You want to talk because you're sorry? Because you miss them? Because you gave them an ultimatum and fully believed you were right and you regret it? You've got a million and one contradictions floating around in your pan, multitudes of messages you type and delete with Glynne's silent encouragement, and the whole time you're wishing you had her way with words.

Whatever. Gods, honestly. Whatever. You backspace another paragraph, fingers flying across the keys. You can get to the crux of the issue.

SM: . becaause I waant to get to know you aagaain SM: . if you're willing to thaat is

Another time you’d have put a joke at the end, some last ditch attempt at humor to make being honest with yourself go over a little smoother. 

SM:  . aas friends, or aacquaaintaances . I'm not trying to spring something on you BA: this is sudden you know BA: trying to work b4ck into my life

You don’t have any way of knowing what effect your words have. The fact they didn’t immediately block you would be telling if it were something you wanted to take advantage of, but you’re not trying to push. You’ve got a manageable obsession with trying to right your wrongs so you don’t regret it for the rest of your incredibly long life.  Dialus has anger to fuel them. Sweeps of being knocked aside and left behind. Sweeps of wondering if things turned out the way it did because of them. Not that you have any way of knowing that. Just like you have no way of knowing that they’re counting now, doing their best to entertain this conversation against everything in their body telling them no.

BA: im not re4lly in 4 position to give 4w4y where i 4m 4t the moment SM: . You haave my haandle & I haave yours . You don't need to up & give me your aaddress so we caan taalk

You think for a moment, drumming your fingers on the laminate. After a while you admit the obvious.

SM: . It waas aa spur of the moment kind of thing SM: . I'd thought aabout it plenty before though, just didn't think you'd aappreciaate it

They probably don’t appreciate it now, but that comes to you after you examine your own discomfort. You’ve been staring at your screen for a while now, cheek pressed against your calloused palm and mumbling back and forth with Glynne as she picks your pan and you pick hers in turn. It reminds you of when you were getting schoolfed and had less pressing problems like grades and extracutriculars. Interpersonal problems weren’t something you had to deal with often. Too many superficial relationships with trolls you only shared classes and breezeblocks with.

SM: . I'll give you some spaace to think aabout it

[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

Why did you elbow me? 223

Achilles Castle part 125

Lemonade and lies Part 68

Nicholas (Nick) Stephen McSwarek undercover part 32

The car accident part 8

Martha: pov Dr Davidson and Dr Claudia mention that Kate is breathing okay with the oxygen mask which is a good thing. Deputy chief Gates appears, someone called letting her know what happened. She asks where the Captain is Lanie says probably still in the waiting room for the cardiac ward. I didn't tell him she was being moved; he was getting on my nerves. Victoria Gates says she will go look for him because she is not letting him get away with what he did/said.

Deputy chief Gates: pov Captain we need to talk Lanie told me what happened with Kate and I'm not liking what I'm hearing. Is it true she told you to wait on interviewing her and that when Kate's heart rate got a little elevated she told you to leave but you didn't. He says it is, Do you not understand that you could have killed her? Lanie didn't tell her Nick died because the Doctors told her not to. She was having arrhythmia during surgery and she was having a hard time coming off the anesthesia. Her vitals weren't stable. He says it's not a big deal, it's just arrhythmia. I'm so angry right now. Hold on, just arrhythmia. you definitely don't understand it's not just arrhythmia. She's had prior heart surgery, multiple cardiac arrest and even flatlined.

Castle: pov in Kate's room she is covered in even more wires, Lanie is finally getting something to eat. Kate's therapist Dr Burke is coming down to talk with us to make sure we are okay, which is nice. The sedative should keep Kate asleep for hours.

Lanie: pov I just got off the phone with Esposito. He said Jenny called a few minutes ago. The cat had her kittens, she sent photos and videos. They are so cute. Dave asks if they are keeping the kittens or putting them up for adoption. The kittens are up for grabs.

Dave: pov well my grandma is looking for a cat or kitten, she needs a companion since grandpa died a while ago. It's been years and she needs a pet. I think it will help her feel less lonely. Lanie texts Jenny asking if my grandma can have a kitten she says sure no problem.

Alexis: pov Dad said me and Dave can head back to Kate's apartment. The sedative will make Kate sleep for a while. I’m starting to get a headache. It must be all this stress, lucky for me Kate has Tylenol in the cabinet which i take with some water. Dave says let's try and watch some TV for a bit then we can get back to our school work.

Jim: pov I'm sitting with Castle, Lanie and Katie in her room on the cardiac ICU ward. She is still asleep, Katie will be for a while. Martha went to entertain a few patients since the nurse said it was okay. It's been a couple of hours and Katie is starting to wake up, I can tell because it's coming up on the monitor. Lanie hits the call button, a nurse comes in to check her vitals and page Dr Claudia and Josh letting them know she is up. They give her more meds which should keep her asleep till tonight or tomorrow. Josh says to eat while she is asleep we need to take care of ourselves.

Lanie: pov I have talked with Kate's Dr's and they think it's best for her to be sedated for a few days to give her body and heart a rest, it's also better for the baby. The rest of our group is having dinner at the apartment. Me Castle and Jim are heading to the cafeteria to get some food. Neither of them want to leave the hospital. The walk from the cardiac ICU isn't too bad . I guess we are having turkey sandwiches for dinner. The line to pay isn't that long. The 3 of us go over some things while we eat. As we are walking back to Kate’s room I notice Olivia Benson and Fin Tutuola at the front desk asking for her room number. What are you guys doing here, did you drive all this way to visit her.

Fin Tutuola: pov actually me and Liv were visiting a victim. She is staying with her mom out here and we had a few follow up questions so why not stop by and visit Kate. Lanie updates us on everything that has happened with Kate.

Olivia Benson: pov I just couldn't believe it when Cassidy called me yesterday. Me and Fin would have come down yesterday but we were so busy. Castle leads us to her room saying the rest of the family is at her apartment eating dinner and taking a break. It's hard seeing her like this with so many wires and tunes coming from her. I ask Lanie quietly if Kate knows about Nick, Cassidy told me. I just can't imagine what she is going through right now, I struggled after Dodds died the survivor guilt was hard.

Lanie: pov Liv to be honest with you I think she knows he's dead that Captain from the drug unit said something to hear about Nick implying he was dead then she had her medical episode. They are keeping her sedated for the time being. After a while they leave saying they have to get home.

Castle: pov Jim, Mother, Alexis and Dave stop by after dinner to hang out in Kate's room for a bit. Since Jenny is getting closer to her due date and she has the kittens at home she can't come down. Ryan is going to come down with Esposito for a bit and visit with Kate. Lanie mentions Pamela and Parker might be stopping by also.

Alexis: pov Dads leg is all healed now. Since it looks like Kate is going to get a lot of visitors, me and Dave decided to go back to the apartment with Gram. It's actually nice and cozy there, Lanie said something about the couch pulling out into a bed. Let's hope Dave and I can figure it out. To be continued. ……..

[watchtowersbane]

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Lord Lowden Clear:

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Professor Pete:

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Professor Pete:

Hey there, friend! Let's get the simple stuff out of the way. You can move your Toon with MOVEMENT keys! The default buttons are W, A, S, and D. Alright, now try JUMPING! The default button is SPACE BAR! Looking good! Speaking of looking, you can rotate your camera by holding RIGHT CLICK. You can even combine it with movement! To really get moving, try SPRINTING! The default button for it is SHIFT! Mess around as much as you want, then come up to me when you're ready to continue. Great job! Welcome to Toontown, a place full of laughter and fun! Well... that's the idea at least. Lowden will be able to explain our situation better than I can, though. Speaking of, he should be ready for you by now! Go ahead and check out the training room!

<You enter the training room to meet with Lord Lowden Clear.>

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<You receive a Laff Meter, making you mortal.>

Lord Lowden Clear:

Ah, there it is! Your Laff Meter signifies how h appy you are at any point in time! However, if your Laff hits 0... You'll become sad and will be sent back to the nearest playground! Luckily, when in the playground, you can find treasures! These will heal you back up quickly. Why would your Laff hit 0, you may ask? Well, you see,  currently we are under an invasion. An invasion conducted by robots. We call them Cogs. These no fun robots can't take a joke. Thankfully, jokes are our specialty! Gags are used to battle the Cogs around town, and I'm going to teach you how to use them! Let's get started! Approach that Cog dummy over there! Get that Desk Jockey!

<You approach the Desk Jockey to start the battle.>

Lord Lowden Clear:

Ready to train? First thing's first, the battle interface! At the bottom, each Toon has a panel that includes their Laff Meter and what they're planning to do. Cogs have their own panels, located at the top. This shows their health and level. But most importantly, we have your inventory of Gags smack dab in the middle! Each row represents a Gag Track. I'll be walking you through the uses of each one. Something to remember is that Gags are used in Track order, from top to bottom. Now let's get to using some! Here's a SQUIRT Gag for you to use on that Desk Jockey! Click on it to attack!

<You use the SQUIRT Gag on the Desk Jockey, leaving them with the SOAKED debuff.>

Lord Lowden Clear:

Great shot! As you might have noticed, it took some DAMAGE shown by the number that popped up! Also, they became SOAKED! SOAKED is something we call a Status Effect, which you can see is slotted into that Cog's panel. Hovering over a Status Effect will give you a brief description of what it does. It's good to always be aware of the situation!

<Mousing over the SOAKED icon in the Cog's status panel, you can see the details of any buffs/debuffs applied to them:> [SOAKED: Soaked Cogs have -10% dodge chance and are vulnerable to ZAP Gags. Removed if this cog is hit by ZAP gags.]

Lord Lowden Clear:

One of the benefits of SOAKED is that the Cog is less likely to dodge our gags. This is a great time to use DROP! It's a very powerful type of Gag, but has low accuracy.

<You use your DROP gag on the Desk Jockey - as does Lord Lowden Clear, giving the Cog a horrible migraine. The Desk Jockey then uses LIGHTS-ON INITIATIVE, summoning more dummies to the fight.>

Lord Lowden Clear:

Nice, we both hit it! Because of that, we dealt bonus COMBO damage! SQUIRT, THROW, and DROP Gags deal COMBO damage when used with other Gags of their track. However, they used an ability that summoned another Cog! Fortunately, we have ways of dealing with multiple Cogs at once. ZAP Gags can only affect SOAKED Cogs, but their electricity can jump to other SOAKED targets. How about you use ZAP while I use SQUIRT to SOAK both of them?

<Lord Lowden Clear uses a SQUIRT Gag to SOAK both Cogs, and you use your ZAP gag on the Desk Jockeys - destroying one of them.>

Lord Lowden Clear:

Good teamwork! We even managed to destroy one of them. Hopefully Pete won't be mad about that... Notice how the Cog isn't SOAKED anymore? ZAP dries off all the Cogs it hits! Also, when I SOAKED the Cog next to the one I targeted, it dealt a little bit of SPLASH damage. Anyways, let's move on. Go ahead and use a LURE Gag now.

<You LURE the Desk Jockey.>

Lord Lowden Clear:

Guess our friend found that quite alluring! LURED is a Status Effect just like SOAKED, so you can hover over it for info as well!

<Mousing over the LURED icon in the Cog's status panel, you can see the details of any buffs/debuffs applied to them:> [LURED: LURED Cogs cannot attack and take +2 more damage from each THROW or SQUIRT Gag that's used.]

Lord Lowden Clear:

LURED guarantees that our SQUIRT, THROW and SOUND Gags will hit.

[NOTE: Lord Lowden Clear is lying on the internet. I’ve seen SOUND miss on LURED Cogs plenty of times when fighting WH.]

Lord Lowden Clear:

Let's take advantage of it by using THROW Gags! Oof! That sure was a splat fest! See how it was KNOCKED BACK and isn't LURED anymore? Both THROW and SQUIRT Gags deal bonus damage equal to the KNOCKBACK value of the LURED effect. Other sources of damage will still UNLURE the Cog but will not gain the KNOCKBACK damage, so be careful! In addition, DROP Gags cannot hit LURED Cogs. The next track I'll have you use is TRAP. Go ahead and throw down a banana peel!

<You throw down a banana peel in front of the Desk Jockey, who hits Lord Lowden Clear and summons three more dummies to the battle.>

Lord Lowden Clear:

Ouch! I wasn't expecting that... Pete's been messing with the script, I guess. When you start fighting actual Cogs, they will attack every turn after the Toons finish using their Gags. Ugh! Anyway, you can see that the TRAP hasn't done anything yet. Cogs must be LURED into TRAPS for them to work. This many Cogs isn't a good situation... I'm going to LURE them all with my magnet so that they can't attack. Could you give me a TOON-UP to help me shake off that hit I took earlier? It will also help my accuracy! That fall's gotten them dazed and confused now! Similar to SOAKED, DAZED makes the Cog less likely to dodge our attacks. Now then, I've had about enough of these Desk Jockeys! Time for the last track, SOUND! It hits all the Cogs in battle! SOUND off, rookie!

<You and Lowden Clear both use SOUND, defeating 3 Desk Jockeys - the remaining one uses CLIP ON TIE, dealing damage to you. The tie isn't your color, unfortunately.>

Lord Lowden Clear:

Are you OK, rookie? This Desk Jockey is a tough one... Using SOUND gives you the ENCORE effect, which makes your next gag stronger!

<Mousing over the ENCORE icon in your Toon's status panel, you can see the details of any buffs/debuffs applied to you:> [ENCORE: All Gags have a +10% effectiveness boost. By using SOUND again, you'll become Winded.]

Lord Lowden Clear:

If you use SOUND when you have ENCORE, however, you'll become WINDED, which makes your SOUND Gags weaker for a few turns. And that should be everything you need to know about fighting Cogs! I'll give you a TOON-UP to get you back to full laff. Choose a Gag to finish this fight!

<Lord Lowden Clear gives you a TOON-UP, and you use THROW, SQUIRT, SOUND, or DROP to finish off the Desk Jockey.>

Lord Lowden Clear:

Great job, rookie! I think you're ready to take on the Cogs! You now have a very tough decision to make. Which two Gag Tracks will you start with? Once you've decided, head back to the classroom. Pete will want to talk with you.

<After picking your two starting Gags, you head back to the main room of the Schoolhouse to speak with Professor Pete.>

Professor Pete:

Welcome back! I take it that training went well? Well, I have a few welcome gifts for you! They do require some explanation, though. This is your Schtickerbook! It contains all sorts of handy tools to help you around Toontown. Go ahead and open it! This is the Districts page. Each District is a copy of Toontown. If you want to meet up with friends, make sure you're in the same District! Let's continue to the next page, shall we? This is the Map page, where you can view the entirety of Toontown! Some parts of town are covered by clouds, but they will become visible once you've visited them! The 'Go Home' button will take you to your own Toon estate, while the 'Minigames' button will take you to the Minigames area! The 'Playground' button takes you to the nearest playground. That's everything for the Map page, let's continue to the next one. This is your ToonTasks page. Here, you can see everything you're assigned to do around Toontown! Oh look, you have one right now! Looks like Mayor Flippy wants to see you in the Toon Hall after this. Let's hurry onto the next page then! This is the Items and Codes section, here is where you can customize your Toon! Let's continue to the Clothing tab of the page. This is your Toon's wardrobe! It's pretty empty right now since you just got here, but there are many ways to expand your fashion! You look Toontastic right now regardless! Let's continue to the next page. Now, this is your Cog Gallery. We don't have much information on the Cogs right now, so you'll have to fill this out as you encounter them. Go ahead and close the Schtickerbook now. Has everything I said made sense? Cat got your tongue? Oh, you must not know how to speak with SpeedChat yet! Click the SpeedChat button on the far left to say something to me! Great job! By the way, you aren't locked to just these phrases. You can expand the Chat Panel to freely type what you'd like and see what others are saying. Oh, and one more thing... Here you go! This is the Experi-o-Meter, where the experience you earn from doing activities around town goes! Your level will increase as you gain more experience. This unlocks all kinds of cool things, like Training Points, increased Gag storage, and increased Laff! That's all from me! Flippy wants to see you in Toon Hall, so head there first!

<You leave the Schoolhouse and go to Toontown Central's main playground.>

Flippy:

Say, I heard you graduated training! Congradulations! Welcome to Toontown Central, let me show you around some of the most important landmarks. This is a Toon Headquarters, or Toon HQ. Outposts like these are set up all over Toontown! Each one has HQ Officers inside to help Toons. This one happens to be where some of our best Resistance Rangers are stationed, like Lord Lowden Clear! You'll visit the Rangers soon, so let's move on. Here's Toontown Central's Gag Shop! You can buy Gags inside, but that requires Jellybeans! You can earn Jellybeans through battles, completing quests, fishing, playing table games, and trolley games! Speaking of which... The trolley! Hop on with some Toons or by yourself to play some Toontastic minigames while earning Jellybeans! Now, I think those are the most important playground buildings... Oh yes! How could I forget! I'm here in the Toon Hall! Please, come inside so I can give you a proper Toontown welcome!

[This is the end of the Toontorial - starting your very first quest, Welcome to Toontown!]

[webstrategyplus11-blog]

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An Easy to Remember URL

You don’t want multiple dashes or numbers in your website URL. Instead, it’s important to have a simple address. Since you will say it over the phone and may put it on marketing materials like posters or even billboards, you want something that can be typed in without any issues. Ensuring your address is easy to remember is also why it’s best to stick with .com, .net, or in some cases, .org.

Clear Navigation

When it comes to navigation, simplicity is always best. You want to be sure that regardless of where someone is on your site, they’re only a single click away from your main pages.

A Clear Explanation of You and Your Business

People should know exactly what you and your business are about within a few seconds of finding their way to your site. Failing to include this information can cause visitors to lose trust and hit the back button.

Prominent Contact Information

When it comes to perfect website design for a business, your contact information needs to be readily displayed. Even if you’re hesitant to include a phone number, doing so will help inspire trust among visitors. That’s true even if they never call you.

Real Testimonials

Continuing the theme of ensuring that visitors to your site trust your business, you should have real testimonials that customers have sent you. If possible, include people’s pictures next to their testimonials. Another option is to link to their social media profiles.

Use Quality Pictures and Subheadings

Since online readers like to scan, be sure to break up any big chunks of text on your site by utilizing relevant images and informative subheadings.

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[istsitespeed]

Updating software on a bunker hill security dvr

I also updated the direct link for the firmware file download.Whether you are using a printer connected to your local desktop computer or a print server sometimes you need to see whats going on in your printer by having a close look at the print jobs sent by the users. This should clear things up for some users. Corrected a small confusion where i stated to change the numbers in the downloaded file between the first two V's to the actual number that needs to be changed. Thats how you fix the Bunker Hill Item 68332 Email Alerts like a BOSS.

I ran back out in view of the camera and with in about 45 secs my email account had forwarded the message from my DVR to my cell in text message form with the picture attached.ĪND BAM. Once I confirmed that on my gmail account I enabled forwarding to that number and hit save. I added that address to the forward list and it sent me a confirmation number. Once I had that I went to settings in my gmail account and then to forwarding. SO first I sent a text message (Iphone with AT&T) to my so I could find my phones "text message email address". My email to send me TEXT alerts when ever it received an email from my DVR. SO now I went on to the next thing I wanted. Just to test it out again I ran out there again and withing a few seconds another one came in!!! so happy if you cant tell. atleast 15+ (over the course of a month) trying to get this to work. When I saw it come in I was so incredibly happy.

I Applied the settings and for the 5000th time I ran out side and waved my arms in view of the camera.Ībout 25 seconds later my email account received and email from my DVR with a. jpg when ever it detected motion on my camera 1. I have FULL recording on so that it would only send me a. Since im using gmail I HAD to set my devices DNS settings to 008.008.008.008 RECV Email: will also work by using a regular account as a send email Send Email: (my email is hosted by Google Apps) SO now my device has the latest WORKING firmware version that NightOwl had developed for this device before it was discontinued.Īll of my configuration settings were still there. When the device rebooted the firmware version was now V4.5-V101030 (the 101030 was the original last set of numbers between the last two V's). then attempted to upload from that and it WORKED!. So I changed ALL numbers between all the V's to 120216. Then I got the idea that it was looking at multiple numbers in the upload and was requiring them ALL to be higher numbers. After it rebooted I looked at the firmware version and it hadnt updated. It seemed like it was going to accept it by saying it was upgrading. So I changed the first instance of "120215" to 120216 (one number higher than 120215. I looked at my DVR's firmware model and it was a V4.5-V120215. So I assumed it had to be an issue with how the firmware was named (it looked for a higher number in the name to allow an upgrade). txt for uploading that firmware my DVR said that there was no new updates available. Once it was downloaded the version number of the firmware they use is different than Bunker Hill so this presented a challenge. (side note): The netviewer application can be downloaded from nightowl via this link " " Direct Link fore the firmware file is " ". I then found the firmware download button at the bottom and downloaded the firmware that they offer for that product. It doesnt even attempt to work.Īfter HOURS of trying this and that, i have found a solution. There is a problem in the firmware version: V4.5-V120215 where the email alerts simply do not work. Well upon buying them you may noticed that you ABSOLUTELY CANNOT get the email alerts to work. At $299 (sometimes $199) its not really that bad of a deal. If you shop at Harbor Freight then you have likely either considered buying one of their 4 Camera DVR systems or Bought one.

[fxckingghxst]

Steven Grant Headcanons

Steven Grant has a crush on you

Pairing: Steven Grant x GN!reader

Genre: fluff!

Warnings: none 

A/N: Watched Moon Knight a while ago and can’t stop thinking about Steven!! Enjoy!

Steven deserves all the love <3

he’s super shy around you

tries really hard to talk to you, but always changes his mind last minute and walks away before he’s even said anything

he will either have a stupidly big dreamy smile on his face when he looks at you 

or a kind of shocked expression with his mouth slightly open and eyes following your figure as you walk by him

he’s always fumbling over his words when you ask him a question at work 

you find it cute and you may seek him out from time to time to ask him questions you may already know the answer to

he’s not really much of an initiator/talker, so mostly he’ll just be glancing over at you every 2 seconds

gets super embarressed and warm when you catch his gaze and give him a smile

(will most likely be thinking about your smile the rest of the day)

everytime he hears your voice his head turns to wherever he hears it from, no matter what he was doing

helping a customer? no, listening to you is more important

has made a fool of himself multiple times in front of customers because he was watching you or thinking about you

one time you waved at him and said ‘good morning Steven’ as you walked by and he attempted to say good morning back, turning to face you as you walked past him and ge walked straight into a plushie display of the egyptian Gods/Goddesses 

he saw you once watching your favorite movie on your phone and now tries to bring it up casually to be able to talk to you about it

definetly watched it after finding out you liked that movie 

once you two get a bit closer (to where he can actually form a coherant sentence around you and talk to you without his palms sweating) he starts doing little things that makes you smile

you mentioned this smoothie place once and said you really wanted to try it since it was new, so every day for a few weeks he would stop by the smoothie place before work and order a new flavor smoothie for you to try 

he would get himself one and would blush like crazy when you asked to try a sip of his

you always seem to spend your breaks together with each other

either sharing a snack from from the vending machine 

or looking through the newest shipments that come in in the warehouse

or gossiping about Donna and how her panties are always in a bunch

one day you realize something while you’re sharing a bag of chips 

you have not given this man your number

how could you forget such an important part of a beginning friendship?!?!

especially if you wanted to become more than friends with him

so you grab your phone and hand it to him with the contact list open

“put you number in my phone, Steven. I want to bug you all hours of the day” 

Steven has never typed anything so fast in his life 

constantly looks forward to your texts

even the weird ones at 3 a.m (even if he doesn’t wake up to see them)

he always seems to type out the phrase “will you go out with me” but always deletes it 

one day though as Steven was writing out this common phrase and weight the pros and cons of sending this message

yet agan he decides this is a bad idea, but he only gets to deleting the question mark before his finger slips and he hits the send button 

every muscle in his body tensed and he went frozen before completly losing his mind

he’s pacing, swearing, thinking about what next job he should get, where he should move to, how to change his apperance to look like someone else...

then his phone chimes and he goes silent again, tense as he picks his phone up to see if you had responded

and you did

with a very enthusiastic sounding “Yes!! I would love to, Steven!!” 

and he almost passed out 

[jjk-anime-horray]

Cold on Camera

Shoto Todoroki x Reader (Ft. Bakugou)

Summary: Shoto likes showing you off in more ways than one.

Warnings: NSFW! If you are uncomfortable with NSFW, please don't leave. I don't want to hear any complaining. Anyways enjoy.

When you got a text from Shoto saying to come over to his room, you honestly didn't know what to expect. The relationship that you two held was very complicated. In the simplest terms you were friends with benefits, but were only fucking each other. Sometimes you would go hang out with each other like any normal friends would, but the other time, the other times were the most memorable, and the type that would send shocks through out your body and make your thighs clench just thinking about them.

Walking up to his door you finally made it to your destination, but your heart pounding gave you the impression that you were just starting your adventure for the night. Knocking on the door you hand hits the wood in hopes to stall the inevitable action for the night, or at least preparation. You heard that Shoto had lost in a training fight to Bakugou apparently, and that Bakugou said something to him that really riled him up, but you didn't know because you weren't there.

Waiting at the door, you rocked back and forth on the balls of your feet trying to wait patiently. Then, out of the blue, the door flew open and strong hands grabbed you to pin you against the door that you were just waiting at just on the other side of the material. Your arms were pinned above you head, and hetero-chromic eyes pierced yours in pure lust conveying the true meaning behind the message he sent you.

"(Y/N)." He said panting into the heart of you hears with hot breaths as he nibbled your earlobes. "I need to have you so badly, so, so, badly, I need to show him so badly." The nibbling travel further down you neck driving you to lean and squirm in the process.

"Woah Sho, you need to slow down, you know i'm usually up for a good time, but this is different, please tell me what's going on."

Releasing your hands he moves his to place them on your shoulders to gaze into your eyes once again, only this time a further step back.

"Sorry for jumping on you like that, i'm just really pissed right now, and I need a way to let out some steam."

"It's alright, does this anger have something to do with the fight you had with Bakugou, are you angry because you lost? Failure is completely natural you know." You say in a calm manner, trying to make him feel better, but you were met with a head shake in disagreement at that response.

"I'm angry not because I lost, it's because he said he could fuck you better than I can, and I don't even think about anyone else touching you." His hands left your shoulder region and traveled down the expanse of your ribs and now were rubbing circles into the soft flesh at your waist. "I just really hated that idea." He said once again to prove his point.

"What if we prove him wrong?"

"What?"

"I said, what if he prove him wrong Shouto?"

"Are you serious, (Y/N), I wouldn't ever ask you to do something like that."

"Well, good thing i'm not asking, we have all we need right? A phone, some horniness, a dash of possessiveness, and Bakugou's phone number. That's all we need right, because I hate seeing you upset Sho." You pull him closer to you, fingers tip toed up his body to make a home splayed out on his chest causing him to pant.

"Yeah, let's do it dove."

*******

Bakugou didn't know what Todoroki wanted when his "Freezer Burn" icon popped on his phone wanting to face time. It's not like they did it before, but it certainly wasn't an accident because Katuski knew Shoto wasn't clumsy enough for that, and he had called multiple times. He was in his room, what's the worse that could happen.

"What does the shit nerd want anyway, that damn extra."

He glided his pointer finger towards the green accept button, and as soon as he pressed it he was baraded with you moans coming from the other end of the line screaming Shoto's name, and you pretty fingers clenching the sheets in front of you as Shoto pounded into your pussy so hard that his balls were slapping your wet clit. One of Shoto's hands was clasped on your ass, giving it harsh slaps followed with smoothing touches that were defined by vivid hand marks on. Leaving the aggressive yeller speechless for once.

"Ah I see you finally decided to show up. Katsuki." Todoroki's voice rang from the phone in Bakugou's hand, not that he could see his face because the camera was faced on the plush of your bottom, littered with marking for him to see.

"Don't call me that, it's not propper." The explosive boy mutter out crispy as to hid the arousal in his pants, and his cock swelling the longer he looks at the sexual display given to him.

"Oh, you had no problems with being improper before in training, tell me Katsuki how does it feel to watch me do what you were insinuating before?"

Bakugou's eyes lit up with shock, because how the hell was he supposed to know that he was going to rail you in front of him? He tried to focus on Todoroki, all he could think about was him wishing to rail you instead, but he couldn't deny that the way Shoto was colliding into your abused pussy so that the slaps could be heard through the speakers, rough, deep, precise strokes that drove you insane to the point of absolute babbling for him. He had his work cut out for him if he wanted to prove that he was better.

"Fuck." The blonde said curtly as the bulge in his sweats was too prominent to be ignored, but he wouldn't give him the satisfaction of that on screen. But when he heard and saw your high on the camera, you blissful screams, and pretty whimpers were parlous for achieving that. Quickly after the screen shifted to Todoroki's harsh eyes, staring Bakugou down challenginly.

"I know your hard right now, Katsuki, I would be astonished if you were, but let's get one thing straight, what you want to do to her in never going to happen. Have fun taking care you Boner." Harshly the phone was hung up on the other end, ending the encounter entirely.

"God dammit Icy Hot." Was all that he said as he reached down into his boxer to palm in throbbing cock, giving it some of the relief it desperately needed. "We'll see about that."

[ragecndybars]

Warning About Unmarked Triggering Content in the Persona tags on AO3

This is a warning about certain fics which have been posted in the Persona 3, Persona 4, Persona 5, and Persona Series tags on AO3 over the past few weeks. One particular user has been posting works which contain content which advocates for harm against real people and which will be deeply triggering for at least some readers. Beneath the cut, I will be providing a quick and easy guide to creating a personal AO3 site skin which will completely block this user's work from showing up on your feed. I will also be providing a brief, non-detailed explanation of the content of these fics, so trigger warnings are in place for child death, intense body shaming, calls to violence, eugenics, and suicide baiting.

Explanation: AO3 user nominukui has been posting a series of works in the Persona 3, 4, and 5 tags over the past few weeks which they state are their way of coping with cacophobia (the fear of ugly people). The plots of these fics are about the characters of Persona enacting mass murders of ugly people, including children who they believe will grow up to be ugly. One chapter of one fic in particular contains an aside in which the author directly addresses the audience in order to defend their fics, says that the eradication of ugly people should be considered a core theme to the Persona games, and directly tells "ugly-looking" members of their audience to kill themselves. (This particular story has been reported to AO3 staff and is currently under review. Whether it will be removed or not, I don't know.)

UPDATE: nominukui is now reposting the stories under the new username wrightreborn. The guide has been updated to block both users.

There exist plenty of guides out there for how to block specific users on AO3, and I stole the following code from one of said guides. However, I know that not everyone is aware of this feature, and I also know that many would have trouble figuring it out, and/or wouldn't want to even go to nominukui's profile in order to find out the proper number. So I thought I would post this brief guide to blocking nominukui for those who are triggered by this content or simply do not want to have to see it.

Step one: Create a new site skin

Go to your Dashboard (in the dropdown menu at the top right corner of the screen), then select "Skins" on the menu on the left-hand side.

Click on "Create a site skin", then give your skin a title (anything will do, but I like to type something relevant so that I remember what it's for if I come back to it later). The rest of the steps here can be ignored.

Beneath the title field and other options, there will be a text box labeled "CSS". Copy and paste the following text into that box:

.user-13092532 { display: none !important; }

.user-264052 { display: none !important; }

Now hit "Submit" in the bottom corner.

It should say "Skin was successfully created", and take you automatically to the skin's page. From here, you have to click "Use" in order to enable the skin. These buttons should be in the bottom right corner.

If it worked, it should say "Your preferences were successfully updated" at the top of the screen.

This will completely block all works by nominukui from showing up for as long as you have the site skin active.

If you end up wanting to turn it off, you just have to navigate to your skins again, just like before, and then click "Stop using" underneath this skin.

P.S. -- you can use this to block any user on the site, and you can use it to block multiple users as well -- but you can only use one skin at a time, so you'll have to put them all into one skin. You can find more robust guides for this elsewhere, but the gist of it is that you use the same code from before, but substitute in the user ID of whichever user you want to block.

.user-[put the USER ID of whichever author you want to block here] { display: none !important; }

User IDs are displayed on author's profiles, right below their pseuds and join date.

Everyone stay safe, and please do not encourage or otherwise interact with nominukui.

[anonymousfiction211]

Meeting Tom Hiddleston 2

Summary: After meeting Tom Hiddleston you both have to fly back to your own countries. Once you read the inside of your signed book, you decide to text him. Thinks take an unexpected turn. 

Word count: 2.539 words

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Click here to read chapter 1. But this chapter can be read seperatly.

Challenge accepted The weekend that you spend with Tom and your friends was amazing. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. You were back in your own country and Tom in his. Even though you had exchanged numbers, you were too afraid to text, afraid he wouldn’t reply. You unpacked your suitcase and came across the book you had Tom signed. You realized that you never opened the book, too wrapped up in his company. You took the book from your suitcase and sat down on the bed. You slowly opened the first page to see in eloquent handwriting:

Dear (Y/N),

I will certainly conquer your world, if that means I will have you kneeling before me 😉

- Loki

You felt yourself heat up and took a deep breath. Images about the first night, and the others were rushing back to you. You involuntarily squeezed your thighs together to relief some of the tension. Then you realized that this was a good excuse to text him. At least if he didn’t text back, you could try and move on. Hoping to fool yourself to think that would ever be an option. You were thinking about different replies, actually writing them down on paper. It had happened far too often that you were in the middle of rearranging the words of a text, only for you to hit send and come off as a complete idiot. It took a while but eventually you send:

I read your message in the book, you can certainly try but the last time I checked Loki wasn’t really that good at conquering worlds. x (Y/N)

And now came the part that you hated. You had to wait for him to reply. And while you were waiting you ran every worst-case-scenario in your head. From him not texting back, to him finding it weird, to him being disgusted. You were mentally slapping yourself all day for sending a text like that. But he liked the challenge the first time you questioned Loki’s method, maybe he would like your text? Or maybe you should have started with something more mundane, like how his day was going? You had checked your phone 10 times in the last 5 minutes. You knew it was ridiculous to expect someone to reply that fast, still, you felt like you had blown it.

The day went by agonizing slow, you tried to distract yourself but nothing worked. You didn’t know what was wrong with you, you barely had crushes on guys. The fact that you had sex with Tom and he spend a few days with you and your friends was amazing. You figured it would be out of your system by the end, but no. Now that you had a taste, you needed more. Much more! You were ripped from your thoughts when you heard your phone ringing. Looking at the screen you saw the person calling low key. That was Tom, he had asked you would not put his real name in your phone in case you ever lost it and someone would find it. Your stomach tied in knots and you felt like you were going to be sick. After a few seconds you realized you had to answer, maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.  

‘Hey darling, hope I’m not calling at an inconvenient time?’ he asked. The way the word ‘darling’ rolled of his tongue in his British accent had you lightheaded.

‘N- no of course not’ you stammered.

‘Great, I just wanted to ask how your day was going’ he said.

You told them about his day and after that you asked him about his. When he was telling you, you started to wonder if he even read your text. After some chit chatting you were convinced that he hadn’t, maybe he never received it?

‘Oh, by the way, good new! I will be shooting a movie near by you. I will be there for a few months next week. I was hoping we could meet up’ he said.

‘Yes, of course! That would be great’ you replied eagerly.

‘Great, I have to go now, but I just wanted to let you know that I accept your challenge’ he said.

‘Challenge? What challenge?’ you asked confused.

‘The text you send me. I will conquer your world and have you kneeling by the end of the first day’ he replied in a low dark voice. Before you could reply he hung up. It took a moment before you realized what he meant. You swallowed hard and had to admit you were turned on by those words alone. You wondered what Tom had planned to complete the challenge. It was a challenge you for sure were going to lose, which felt like a win.

Over the next week Tom had texted some dubious things that got you worked up. He had sent some pictures of himself, after he was done working out, swimming or just ‘lounging in bed’. Most of them shirtless and his pants were so low you could see the V-shape by his hips. The pictures of him in bed were especially hot. He showed of his abs, his large hands near his crotch which was visibly hard. With the picture he had send a recording wherein he whispered in a dark voice al the filthy things he wanted to do once he was with you. You couldn’t help but touch yourself, the picture with the voice was too much. Tom clearly knew what kind of effect he had on you, because he called you a few minutes after he send it. You reluctantly answered the call, still extremely horny and wet.

‘By your panting I can only assume that you are doing what I think you are doing’ he smirked over the phone.

When you embarrassingly admitted it, Tom started to talk dirty over the phone. He was instructing you what to do and encouraging you to lose yourself in your pleasure. Which you did. After you came he said ‘that’s my good girl’ and hang up. The words did something to you, you were a bit surprised by it. You didn’t know if it was the praise, or the fact he called you his. Tom was a wicked man, a wicked man indeed. The next day he let you know that he would fly that day to your city. He asked for you address, since he had a lot of time that day. Thankfully, it was weekend, so you were also free. You didn’t which time he would come, he didn’t answer you after he got your address. Until you got a text that late afternoon that said:

Wear something that can easily be removed

Deciding to indulge him further you choose a short dress. You were staring at your lingerie and decided to tease him, you were going commando. Right before you were about the cook yourself dinner you heard a knock on your door. You squealed a little from excitement and rushed to the door. When you opened it, you saw Tom smiling brightly at you with his arms wide open. You immediately hugged him, he pulled you up and spun you around.

‘I missed you, darling. This week was torture’ he said.

You laughed a little ‘You surely tortured me the entire week’.

You let him in and to your surprise he still had his suitcase with him. But you couldn’t care less, right now the only thing you wanted to do was kiss him. Tom must have had the same idea, because once he closed the door behind him, he grabbed you and pulled you close to him. His lips were on yours in a second. There was nothing gentle about the way he kissed you, it was passionately, desperate. Like he had been starved and finally the thing he craved for. His hands started to explore your body and you were already helping his out of his jacket. You felt him smile against your lips.

‘Naughty girl, no panties. What happened to the good girl I met a week ago?’ he whispered against your lips.

‘Hmm, you corrupted her slightly’ you answered.

He just chuckled ‘Good, because I’m not done yet’

Once his jacket was off he helped you with the buttons of his shirt and stood half naked before you. He had kicked his shoes of and you were now undoing his belt and pants. A second later he was completely naked and you marvelled at the sight of him. Tom just smirked and helped you out of your dress. You wanted to kiss him again but he grabbed your wrists and hold you in your place.

‘Kneel’ he whispered in your ear. It sends shivers down your spine. You wanted to kneel, but you were curious to see this side of him. So, you shook your head ‘make me’ you challenged him. A wide smile appeared on his face, and you briefly wondered if this was a good choice, a bad one, or both. Tom walked to the couch, while still holing your wrists together. He sat down, his erect cock standing proudly between his legs. When he pulled you down you instinctively tried to get his cock inside of you, but he would let you. With his hands he pulled your wrists to your back and held them together with only one hand. You were facing him, your clit close to his cock which was begging for attention. His other hand slowly stroked your hips. You tried to squeeze your thighs together, but couldn’t. Your legs were around his, spreading you as he had spread his as wide as he could. Your clit was exposed and you were completely immobile. His stroking hand soon found you clit and you moaned loudly when he started to circle it with his fingers.

‘Tsk, darling. Already so wet, and I’ve barely begun’ he teased you. You only moaned his name in response.

‘I’ve been thinking about you all week, how it felt to have that pussy of yours clench around my cock, milking it like your life depends on it’ he said while stroking your clit faster.

You felt your orgasm build up and were craving your release. Right before it hit you, he stopped. Instead, his hand found your breasts and started to massage one. He ignored your whining and pleading for him to continue. You struggled against the hand that were holding your wrists, but he didn’t budge. He took your other breasts in his mouth and started to circle and bite your nipple. After that he left multiple bite marks on your breasts, he leaned back and looked proudly at his work. Then he grabbed his cock and he started to tease your clit with the tip of it. You felt your muscles tense up again and you threw your head back.

‘You’re so beautiful’ he whispered to you. ‘Before you send that text I was going to be a gentleman. Now, I want to fuck you every chance I get while I’m here’ he continued.

‘Maybe I will take you to set, stuff that pretty mouth of yours with my cock between takes’ ‘Or make you wear a remote-controlled vibrator the entire day, while I play with the buttons’

You were close, so close. But right before you came, he stopped again.

‘Tom, please’ you panted. You didn’t know you could take more of his teasing.

‘Tell me, what are you begging for’ he mused.

‘Take me, please’ you begged.

‘Is that the best you can do?’ he said with a twinkle in his eyes.

‘Please, please, I want you so bad’ you said.

He leaned further back and released your arms ‘then kneel’ he said.

You didn’t have to be told thrice. You quickly got off him and kneeled between his legs. Before he could say anything you took his cock entirely in your mouth and hurt him groan and curse. You eagerly started to suck him, while swirling the tongue around his tip. You flattened your tongue and put more pressure on it when you slide it against his entire shaft. Tom’s hands flew to your hair and he pulled a little. When he noticed you started to suck him more enthusiastically, he pulled harder.

‘That’s it. My good girl’ ‘You’re a fucking goddess’ he praised you.

You felt his muscles tense and he moaned loudly. You knew he was close, but you didn’t stop. Tom grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled you off his cock. You looked questioningly at him.

‘I want to cum inside of you’ he said darkly. He pulled you on his lap and didn’t waste any time to plunge his cock balls deep inside of you. You eagerly started to ride him while he was guiding your motions with his hands on your ass. His gaze was locked at your bouncing breasts. When you felt your orgasm build up, you threw your head back. He seized that opportunity to bite your neck, surely leaving a mark. But you couldn’t care less. When his fingers found your clit, he circled it a few time, and you came immediately. Your walls clenched around him and you felt his cock twitch inside of you. After a few more thrusts you rest your head against his forehead, and both of you tried to control your breathing. His cock was still inside of you and his possessive hands on your hips held you there.

‘That was..’ you started, Tom hummed in agreement.

‘Love, you have no idea what you are doing to me’ he whispered.

You laughed and wanted to move off him, but he tightened his grip and held you there. ‘Not yet’ he said. ‘Shouldn’t you check into the hotel tough? Usually, they don’t let you check in after dinner, which is almost’ you asked him.

He kissed you deeply. ‘I have till 10 pm to check in’ he answered. ‘When I’m here I would be busy and the hotel is like half an hour away from your place. And the set even more than an hour. So, I was wondering what you would think about me staying at your place?’ he asked.

You tried to think it over, but Tom started rambling ‘I mean, I don’t want to pressure you. I just, wanted to spend most of my time with you. But if you are not comfortable I will take the hotel. I didn’t mean.. It was maybe stupid too..’ You kissed him to shut him up and tried not to giggle at his change in personality. You liked how he could go from the dominant sex god to the sweet rambling idiot, just like that.

‘You can stay here’ you smiled brightly at him. Tom looked very relieved to hear you say that. You felt his cock harden again.

‘I- I should however start to cook, for dinner’ you said while trying to get off him.

Tom held you in place and kissed you deeper. To your surprise he stood up and held you impaled on his cock. ‘Bedroom?’ he asked. You pointed him towards the door behind the two of you. He started to walk there while kissing you. He laid you gently on the bed and slowly started to thrust. Your hands caressed his back and your legs wrapped around his waist. Tom left open mouth kisses on your lips, cheeks, and your neck. ‘I will help you cook, once I have you more intimately. Deal?’ he whispered.

‘Deal’ you moaned.

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[salemorbit]

Do-Over

[Pro Hero!Katsuki Bakugou x Pro Hero!Reader]

warnings: angst y'all i'm feeling angsty; ends with fluff hehe; it's a LONG one boys!!

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in which you and bakugou hit a speed bump in your relationship

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You dropped your keys on the table next to your door, slamming it shut with a sigh. You grimaced as you turned awkwardly to strip off your jacket, your shoulder twinging with pain from a minor injury during your recent scuffle.

The apartment was dark, not a soul around to greet you or wait up for you at such an hour. And that was fine, that was how you lived. But deep down inside, at this moment, you felt a pang in your chest that took the shape of a specific blond haired fireball.

Slipping your phone out of your back pocket, you unlocked it and let your thumb glide instinctively to the contact that you talked to the most. You pressed the call button and held the phone to your ear, slipping off your shoes gratefully.

It went to voicemail. Not even his mailbox was set up, just the automated number played in your ear. You let the robotic voice run through its mantra before leaving a message at the tone.

"Hey, it's me. I just got home. I...just wanted to make sure you were okay." You fiddled with your belt. "Call me when you get this."

You clicked end and slid your phone on the counter, leaving it be while you undressed from your work clothes. You cradled your whining shoulder as you slid off your shirt and tossed it aside, mentally making a note to do laundry later.

The past few days at your hero agency had been hard. There were so many hoodlums and villains clogging up your to-do list that you barely had time to call your boyfriend and make sure he was doing all right. It was radio silence from him nearly all week.

But you two had been busy. For some reason, this week was the one time that every baddie wanted to cause chaos. Or at least it felt like it. You slumped down on your dingy couch and stared at the ceiling. Hero work was exhausting, and you didn't even know if it paid off in the long run.

And just a few hours ago you were dealing with a messy explosion of villainy in the middle of your district. It was hard to keep the destruction in check, and you had gotten minorly injured in the process. Your sore shoulder was a scar to boot.

Katsuki had been there, in fact a few of his co-workers had been, too. But he didn't pay you any special attention. You didn't know if that bothered you or not.

Yes, you were both on the job and vowed not to let your relationship get in the way of your hero work as much as possible. On the other hand, you hadn't seen or spoken to Katsuki in a whole week, and the first time you had and he didn't even nod a greeting. What was his issue? It wasn't like you had gotten into an argument or anything.

Shuddering out of thought, you heard your phone buzz once on the counter. You got up and checked it, half expecting it to just be a junk mail message. You were surprised to see that it was a message from Katsuki himself.

I'm home. Goodnight.

You frowned. That was it? You called and left a message, he hadn't spoken to you all week, and all he sent was a three word text?

You didn't know what overcame you, but the frustration inside bubbled up and spilled over in an instant. You turned and activated your quirk out of pure adrenaline, chucking your phone across the room and sending it straight through the apartment wall and soaring into the street below.

That calmed you down quickly. You ran over to your window and threw up the sash, looking down and around for your shattered piece of a phone. But it was gone. You sighed heavily and shut the window, storming into your bedroom and falling into your sheets with a huff.

Now you needed a new phone and, quite possibly, a new boyfriend.

•••

The next day you were off of work, so you took a pain reliever for your shoulder and headed to the nearest phone store to get a new phone. After awkwardly explaining the situation to the clerk, you received a new model and decided to pay a visit to the one man who had gotten you so riled up in the first place.

Katsuki would've been lying if he said he wasn't relieved to see you on the other side of his door that afternoon. He'd had a tiring week, and honestly all he wanted to do was spend time with you and recharge for the most part before doing it all over again.

What he wasn't prepared for, however, was the frown on your face and the angry tapping of your foot as you stood in his doorway.

"You seem unbothered," you said shortly. Katsuki furrowed his eyebrows and let himself get shoved aside as you bustled into his apartment.

"Who pissed in your cornflakes?" Katsuki muttered as he shut the door. You grit your teeth and crossed your arms, obviously unhappy, though Katsuki couldn't figure out why.

"Go look in the mirror and take a guess," you glowered. "What's your issue? Why haven't you returned any of my messages this week?"

"I've been busy, you know that," Katsuki crossed his arms as well, not allowing you to have an intimidation factor in this conversation. "This week was hell."

"It was busy for me, too, but I still made the time."

"What are you going on about, dunceface?"

"Your inability to communicate!" You threw your hands in the air. "I've been trying to check in on you this week, but you haven't responded, if at all. And you didn't call me back last night! Just a text? One? I wanted to make sure you were okay after that fight, and you didn't even humor me."

"So? I'm fine."

"I didn't know that," you stressed. Katsuki let out a breath, still not getting it, and this made you even more angry.

"I don't know where this sudden clinginess is coming from-"

"It's not being clingy!" You erupted. "Are you so dense that you haven't realized how checked-out you've been recently? I've given you multiple opportunities to pick up the slack. I've excused your behaviours, given you space, and respected your silence this entire time. You haven't given me anything to work with. It's called being concerned and trying to keep our relationship going, which you don't seem the least bit interested in doing."

"And what if I'm not?" Katsuki growled, just plain upset you were accusing him of things he wasn't doing, at least in his mind. "What would you do if I didn't want to keep this schtick up, huh?"

"Then I'd be wasting my time standing here," you snapped. "And I'd have wasted the last two years on you."

Katsuki felt something in his chest cry, shattering and splitting through the floor below his feet. He grit his teeth and closed his eyes, trying his best not to set his living room on fire.

You were there. You were right there, somewhere you hadn't been for the last week. And yeah, he'll admit that maybe he's been a bit distant lately, and the sudden influx in hero-work definitely wasn't helping the situation either. But he was trying to deal with things he hadn't quite felt before, one of those things being his feelings for you.

As of recent, something had shifted in his gut. He wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing, and it wasn't like he was going to consult Kirishima or Kaminari about this. God knows they'd just make fun of him for worrying about your relationship.

Did he feel ashamed? Was it embarrassing him that he felt like this for someone? Katsuki Bakugou didn't get embarrassed, so what was this?

"I think we're done here," you muttered, looking down to hide the tears welling up in your eyes. You slid around Katsuki to reach the door, but you were stopped by Katsuki grabbing your arm gently.

You jerked your arm from his grasp, turning to look at him with your chin held high, keeping your trembling lip from showing itself. Katsuki had something in his eyes that had never been there before, and you hated it. You hated that you couldn't read him anymore.

"I don't know you like I thought I did, Bakugou." He flinched at that one. "This was obviously a mistake. I'll see you around."

And you were out the door and out of his range, leaving Katsuki Bakugou to stand in his living room at a loss for words. Something he hadn't been ever since he first met you.

•••

You took the breakup terribly, to say the least.

Yes, you were technically the one who broke it off, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt to do it. You didn't want to shut things down like that, but Katsuki had left you no choice. He wasn't getting it, and it felt like he was going to continue to not get it. You just couldn't spend your energy like that anymore.

Mina and Momo were there for you from the second you broke down at a bus stop and called them to pick you up. They were there in a split second, not pressuring you for information until you wanted to tell them.

They were more disappointed in Katsuki than mad. They didn't like how he hadn't been communicating things with you about how he felt or why he had been distant. You broke and told them how it had been going on like this for almost a month now, and this last week was just the tipping point. They backed your decision and got you anything you needed for the next few days, until you were able to be on your own and process the emotions you felt.

Katsuki hadn't tried to call you at all. No texts, emails, voicemails. Your phone was a dry desert, except for the concerned text Midoriya sent you after you assumed Mina and Momo had told him about the debacle. He offered to talk to Katsuki about it, but you declined. It was best to just let it be, let it sink in that Katsuki had messed up royally.

Meanwhile, the man in question was quiet for the next few days. His coworkers noticed his lack of remarks, his friends noticed his distant appearances. All Katuski had been doing since you walked out that door was think. He was thinking long and hard about what he wanted, where you fit into his life, and the way he had acted as of recent. This was quite possibly the most Katsuki had ever thought about anything; typically he was so sure on the get-go that he needn't time to stop and reflect.

But this was different. You were different.

It wasn't until the next Saturday after your breakup that Katsuki found himself on the other side of your apartment door, hand poised to knock. He decided he didn't want to do something like this over the phone; it was just too impersonal. So he mustered up the courage to face you again, and prayed you wouldn't throw him out of your four-story high window in the process.

He knocked, waited. No answer. Getting slightly annoyed, he knocked again, louder. Still no answer.

Katuski was now incredibly annoyed, and bent down to take the key from under your doormat and just unlock the damn thing himself. As he lifted the mat, he saw a slip of paper taped to the floor where the key should've been:

Don't try to break in. Calling the police is not below me.

Katsuki huffed, standing up and going to knock on the door again when he was interrupted by the rustling of paper bags. He turned over his shoulder and saw you standing on the opposite end of the hallway, holding some grocery bags in your arms and staring right at the blond standing on your doormat.

There was a tense few moments of silence before you broke it, audibly frustrated.

"Can you get out of the way so I can put these inside?" You frowned. Katsuki blinked, then moved aside to let you fumble your key in the lock dumbly.

"I can-"

"Shut up," was all you said before opening the door and letting it bang against the inside wall. Katuski stood on the threshold, unsure of if he should just walk in or not, before inviting himself in as soon as he figured you wouldn't give him the time of day. He watched from your counter as you passive aggressively slammed things on the counter or into their place in your kitchen.

"Care telling me why you're here?" You asked, flat-toned and not looking at Katsuki in the slightest.

"I wanted to talk."

"About?"

He rolled his eyes. "Us, dimwit."

You stopped and let your head hang, propping yourself on the counter with your hands spread flat. You still didn't look up at him, which was greatly pissing him off.

"We already did. Last week," you said.

"That wasn't a conversation," Katsuki ground out. "That was you coming to me and exploding out of nowhere. I didn't even have the chance to-"

"It wasn't out of nowhere," you interjected.

"Stop interrupting me, damn it, and just let me talk!" Katsuki spat. You looked up at him with a withered look, making his fire simmer down immediately.

"Fine," you said, voice wavering slightly. Katsuki cleared his throat and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"You're an idiot, you know that?" He smiled slightly, bittersweet. You didn't react, so he went on.

"You're an idiot because you've got terrible tunnel vision," he said, glancing at the living room that looked like you had been sleeping in. You had a perfectly tangible bed in the next room, but there were just too many memories in there for you to spend the night in again.

"I can see fine," you grumbled.

"No, you can't," Katsuki looked back at you. "You haven't been able to see how hard I've been trying these last few weeks to figure things out. Figure us out."

"Well how the hell am I supposed to know that if you don't tell me anything?" You asked, trying to keep your voice from rising. The last thing you needed was a fight. You were just too tired.

"That's...something I need to work on," Katsuki muttered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "And I will admit that. Don't make fun of me for it."

"I never said I would."

"Great, because I gotta whole lotta other things to admit to." His eyes narrowed. "I don't wanna hear shit from you for the next five minutes, got it?"

You sighed, miming zipping your mouth shut as you went back to putting away your groceries. You might as well let him talk, since you knew his stubbornness wouldn't let him leave your kitchen so soon without him getting in his two cents.

"I've been thinking long and hard lately," he began. "On my own. Nothin' from anyone else except my own thoughts. So this is one hundred percent me.

"I screwed up. I did. And it took me a minute to realize it because I was so much in my head about things. I was so focused on trying not to mess us up that I went and did that shit anyway. And all you've been is supportive and caring, and quite honestly I don't know how to handle that since I haven't really been with anyone like that."

He was being honest, you knew from his tone of voice. It was a tone you had heard only a few times before this moment: when he told you he loved you. And you believed it.

Katsuki took in a breath: "So I'm here. And I'm sorry. At first I was mad at you for marchin' into my house the other day and spewing things I knew nothing about, but then I realized that you were spewing those things because you knew nothing about me and where I was at. And that was frustrating for you because you got that whole communication thing you like to do, or whatever."

"Or whatever," you mumbled to yourself, smiling slightly. He picked up on that, his spirits lifting a bit as well.

"I've just been thinking about things and where you are and who I want you to be to me as we live our lives. And I screwed it up by not talking to you about that either. It's a conversation we both should have. So," he sighed, "I'm sorry. And I'll continue to be sorry because you don't deserve to be left in the dark. I love you, and I want to be better."

He finished his little speech and the two of you were quiet. You had paused putting things away about halfway through, really listening to him and what he had to say. He deserved that from you in the least.

You looked up at him and saw that he had already been staring at you, an intent look in his eyes. It was your turn now. He wanted a response to his being vulnerable. You knew it wasn't easy for him to open up like that, despite the last two years of helping him get comfortable, so you didn't torture him with the suspense.

"We'll see," you said. Katsuki did a double take, eyebrows furrowing.

"We'll see?" He repeated. You nodded rounding your counter to stand in front of him.

"If we want to keep doing this for however many more years we keep doing this," the corner of your mouth lifted in a smirk, "then we'll just have to see."

"Great," Katsuki rolled his eyes and sent a seething glare out the window. "I totally lay myself on the train tracks and you just run me over like that. Thanks."

"But," you continued, trying to catch his eye, "I appreciate you coming to me. And I appreciate the apology. However, I won't know if I can accept it until I know you'll actually go through with it."

"Understandable," Katsuki sighed, comprehending this. "I deserve that one."

"Are you ready for a do-over?" You asked, catching his hands in yours. He couldn't help but notice a weight in his chest lift at the presence of your touch after weeks of barely anything. Katsuki still had some work to do, but it was worth it if he could keep you around.

"Always," he kissed you on the forehead and you smiled giddily.

"Awesome because we now have two weekends of cuddle-time to make up for, and my bedroom hasn't been used in a week," you led him to your door.

"Oh no," Katsuki complained sarcastically, "however will we make up for such lost time?"

"Shut up, you big doofus," you grinned. "You know you love me."

"That I do."

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a teensy tiny bit of OOC bakugou near the end there but like. he'd be a sucker for that and totally willing if it was just the two of you around HAHA

anyways this was cute and i....am forever still in love w bakugou :))))

[sailorhyunjinz]

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Part III

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ONE｜TWO｜THREE

Unlike any other day you couldn’t get out of bed. A boulder of nervousness plaguing you. Through the cracks of the blinds the sun shined in, small particles of dust floating around your resting figure. You were wide awake yet you felt asleep, your thoughts consuming your mind as the dimly lit room became brighter as time ticked on.

You were thinking, perhaps overthinking. This whole situation with Hyunjin seemed confusing and happened way to fast, your psyche not having a moment to digest the events that unfolded during the last couple of days.

Love was a feeling you were familiar with. You knew how it felt. Those butterflies in ones stomach, fluttering everytime a thought of the person passes through your ones.

You felt the same feeling everytime you thought of Hyunjin.

How his soft lips would feel against your cheek that was hot from just looking at his beauty. How his blond hair falls in his face everytime he puts it into a ponytail, his silver decorated fingers tucking the stray pieces behind his pierced ear. These thoughts alone would make your heart beat faster than ever, you eyes clouding with lust even if you knew that this relationship would be impossible given the status the both of you have in this judging industry.

Pushing the covers aside, you sat up before slowly stepping out, your feet hitting the cold flooring of the apartment. You stretched your arms upwards, feeling your spine extend as you squinted, a ray of sunshine hitting you right in the eyes.

The boulder in your chest didn’t feel any lighter but you still got up, wanting time to fly by fast just so you could see his face once again.

♡

No amount of mindfulness exercises could calm the churning of your stomach. The clock in your living room ticked as you watched it with careful eyes, waiting for the time to hit precisely half past before you got up from the couch and shuffled over to the wardrobe, only being stopped from a pling on your phone.

[Bangchan] y/n! can you come by in about an hour? need to discuss some concept photos, sorry for such short notice ❤️

That’s when it hit you. Bangchan didn’t know anything about this. He didn’t know that you’d seen the photos from the shoot and most importantly that you went on a date with the photographer. You could only describe the feeling as ‘improper’. Bangchan was after all one of the closest people in your life, he made you to who you are today and lying to him felt wrong but you shielded your eyes from the truth as you typed back.

[y/n] soz, got plans

[Bangchan] I don’t see any other meeting scheduled for today?

[y/n] you do know that I have a life outside of work? take the day off Chan, you could use some rest ❤️

[Bangchan] Don’t worry about me! You have fun alright?

[y/n] alright, see you next week then ^^

You clicked on the off button on your phone, making the text messages disappear. Getting paranoid, you plopped down on the couch, thinking about every possible way you could get caught which you’d already been, photos of you and Hyunjin circulating throughout social media but they mustn’t have reached Bangchan just yet. You felt like digging a hole underground, wanting to hide away from all these thoughts. The main thought in your mind was whether or not you understood Hyunjin’s intentions. 

What if this love was one sided? 

Waveing your hand in the air, you attempted to get the mind out of your head as if you were breaking up a cloud of real thoughts. You glanced up at the clock and only then realised that you were running late, as usual.

“Wear whatever you want”

Was what Hyunjin said last time but that didn’t make it easier to choose an outfit. Standing infront of multiple racks of clothing you pulled up the weather application on your phone. “Sunny” you mumbled, making you gravitate towards a beige croptop with white stripes around the neckline as well as a white tennis skirt. Not too dressed up but not too dressed down either, just right. Clothes were flying everywhere when you searched for a pair of white socks to pair with your white high platform sneakers. You put the outfit on, observing yourself in the mirror and smiling, trying to get yourself in a better mood rather than being a nervous wreck. Pulling up your phone, you snapped a picture and sent it to the person who knew best about fashion. Jisung.

[y/n] Sungie! Is this acceptable for a impromptu photoshoot?

The fashionable boy replied minutes later.

[Jisung] oh!! that’s so cute! very much acceptable in my book 🥺

You smiled at his reply

[y/n] phew! good... 

[Jisung] is it a date?

Your fingers froze above the keyboard on the phone. Was it that noticeable? Was this really a date? 

[y/n] no!!!

[Jisung] you sure, i saw those photos on social media. ahh.. y/n dating famous photographers now...

By this point you were sweating bullets. 

[y/n] first of all, i’m not meeting him and second of all, he’s a friend so shut it. 

[Jisung] hahah alright alright... i won’t tell Bangchan

[y/n] you have nothing to tell!! we’re friends just like you and I so be quiet otherwise i’ll come over there with balloons, popping them in your face.

[Jisung] oh wow... im so scared...

[y/n] need to leave, if i hear something about you spreading some rumors i’ll seriously do it.

[Jisung] Photo Attachment.

The photo that popped up was from yesterday and your breath hitched. You couldn’t help but to notice the way Hyunjin was looking at you, his eyes filled what seemed like adoration. 

[Jisung] yeah because that totally doesn’t look like a date

[y/n] DON’T TELL BANGCHAN PLEASE

[Jisung] oh so it is a date? alright, i won’t! have fun and be safe

[y/n] be safe? we’re taking pictures, not drag racing

[Jisung] hahah stop playing innocent

Your eyes widened in realisation.

[y/n] you crazy fucker

[y/n] I WILL DESTROY YOUR ENTIRE WARDROBE IF YOU DON’T SHUT UP I DON’T SLEEP ON THE FIRST DATE

[Jisung] Whatever you say

Thanks to Jisung you were now running dangerously late leading to you snatching objects from all corners of the apartment before ordering a cab that would arrive in minutes.

♡

“We’ve arrived, miss” the cab driver says, smiling at you through the rear-view mirror. You thank him and step out of the yellow car, a smell of car exhaust hitting your nose. The cab drives away, leaving nothing but a small cloud of smoke. You looked up, almost not seeing the tip of the building as the skyscraper towered over you. You’re beside the busy road, mouth agape. You’d walked by a couple of times but knowing that you knew the person that owned at least a bit of the building made you giddy. 

You walked in and was greeted by a grand lobby, a front desk as big as the wall behind it. The entire place was filled with people, everyone from business men in suits to trainee models in the most flamboyant outfits. Fishnet stockings, heavy chains and distressed jeans that consisted of more air then jeans material. The sun shined through the many glass panes that made up most of the ceiling and the slight breeze of the air conditioner made this whole vibe of the building comforting. 

“Hi! y/n y/l/n, meeting Hwang Hyunjin” you say to the receptionist that was a relatively old woman, probably in her early 60′s. She was wearing a white button down shirt with her hair in a high bun, a couple of gray strands sticking out. Her red painted mouth contorted into a smile. 

“y/n, Hyunjin said that you could make your way to his office without the guards. You must be a close friend” 

You smiled shyly with your warm cheeks, looking at either side of the desk where two tall buff men were standing, wearing walkie talkies on their black vests. With a small nod, you started speaking. 

“W-where exactly is his office?”

“Floor 20, his main office is in room 03″

“Thank you!” 

You quickly shuffled over to the elevators, pushing the button that lit up with orange light emitting. 

PLING

The doors to the elevator opened and you stepped inside, a couple of office workers joining you and pressing the necessary buttons to make the elevator lift off. 

You step out at the 20th floor, looking around at all the intricate wall design, everything inspired by ancient greece which explains the broken vases that were scattered across the hallway in the most unconventional places. They were all encapsulated with glass and standing on tall white pillars, the vases looking rather sad, being in a spectra of ashy grey colors, every single one of them falling apart. 

Stopping, you observed this one vase that caught your attention. It had swirly details around the edge and was shattered in a rather beautiful way. It made you think how even the most broken pieces still carry beauty, beauty unique to only oneself. 

“It’s pretty right?”

The voice sounded familiar and warm, almost as if it had anticipated your arrival. 

“y-yeah, it really is” 

You say turning around, nearly jumping up on the wall when seeing the figure that looked back at you. It was Hyunjin.

Yet again, his presence was astonishing. Everytime you met him it felt as if you’d met him for the first time. The blond boy was standing tall in front of you, wearing a black hoodie, black basketball shorts and a matching headband. A backpack was thrown across his one shoulder and a smaller camera around his neck, everything about his appearence looking completely different from the last time you saw him, his style usually more sophisticated. 

“On your way to meet me, yeah?” he asked and you nodded shyly. 

“My office is the other way, you know?”

You lifted your gaze to look at the tiny sign on the wall that pointed in two directions, you were walking down the hallway for offices 20-40 by accident and you smiled awkwardly, scratching the back of your head. 

“I didn’t know heh...” 

“It’s alright! Come with me, I was on my way to the studio”

“What room is that? Your office?”

“No, the room next to my office, come! I’ll show you!”

He grabbed your hand and you felt your body stiffen as he dragged you down the hallway, his hand not being decorated with statement rings this time, instead feeling soft and warm. You blanked out, your legs walking by themselves. 

He stopped at a brown door, a tiny gold sign saying « 04 » and beside it a transparent sign stating that this was a photography studio. Hyunjin opened the door and dragged you in, closing the door behind you.

A cold wind hit your warm body, the air conditioner blasting it’s breeze with a faint sound. The room was wide, one wall being made completely out of glass, stand close enough and you could peer down the bustling city filled with people, cars and buildings. The typical photoshoot setup was already in place, the camera being propped up infront of a white backdrop, a white pilar in the middle and two boxlights standing unlit behind the camera. In the corner stood a vintage brown leather couch, the swirly metal details were concealed with a layer of chipped gold paint. Beside the couch stood a simple white table. A black bucket rested on the floor and upon closer inspection you noticed plants, multiple stems of eucalyptus poking out, wrapped in cellophane.

“What are these for?” 

You sat down on your knees infront of the bucket while Hyunjin was pressing buttons on the camera that was screwed onto the tripod before walking over to the table and placing down the camera he had around his neck, his backpack lying lazily on the floor. He looked at your crouching figure, the corners of his lips going upwards.

“I thought they’d suit you”

You held in one of the stems, turning your head and looking at his shy smile, his dimples sitting playfully on the sides of his cheeks. You giggle, standing up and leaning against the white pillar, holding the plant in your both hands. 

“Do they?”

Hyunjin walked towards the steadied camera, bending down and peeking through the lens.

“They do”

click

Your eyes widen, him snapping a picture without you paying attention.

“Hey! I wasn’t even prepared!” you chuckle, pointing at the blonde boy with the long plant that was dripping at the stem. 

“Nature is a bit more beautiful when caught off guard, don’t you think?” Hyunjin says, his honey-like voice, echoing through the room.

You nod, staring down at the leafs of the plant, rubbing them between your thumb and pointer finger. 

click

click 

click

“Try leaning with your butt against the pillar and with one foot fully on the side of the pillar”

You did as he told, the pillar being surprisingly stable.

“Tilt your head and look down to the right”

Once again, you follow his instruction and he hums in satisfaction before pushing the button on the camera twice.

click

click

Your warm face turned into a smile, laughing loudly from embarrassment when he observed the pictures on his display. He snickers quietly from shyness, a faint blush brushing across his features as his brown eyes were glued to the screen. Hyunjin peeks up from the camera, seeing you looking down at the backdrop that was filled with ashy grey shoeprints. 

The sound of his footsteps got closer until you saw them in your periferal view causing you to look up at his tentative face. He smiles, displaying his pearly white teeth and crescent shaped eyes before stretching his hand out, feather light fingertips grazing your hot cheek as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, your dainty gold earrings now visible. Hyunjin’s hand lingers on your jaw as he looks at you with a gleam in his eyes, you gulping loudly as your gaze lowers to his pouty pink lips. Leaning forward, Hyunjin tilts his head, attaching his lips onto yours, your heart skipping a beat from the comforting feeling of having him close to you. 

You drop the fragile twig on the floor, kissing him back by pursing your lips and tilting your head as well. The romantic tension that has been bubbling on the surface everytime you met had finally subsided, now the air overflowed sexual tension. 

Cupping his blushed cheeks, you deepen the kiss my licking his plump bottom lip, coaxing his tongue that eventually slipped into your mouth. His hands were firmly planted on your waist, pulling you closer to his body that radiated heat in the already scorching summer weather. 

The two tongues danced around in a impatient manner, the two of you dreaming of this moment since meeting. Hyunjin’s hands roamed over all the valleys of your body, placing his hands on the bottom of your butt, pulling you even closer, close enough to feel his semi-erection against your abdomen. Your eyes spring open in realisation, your body melting in his arms as you felt the effects of the deep kiss, the effects being you unable to control the wet patch that was forming on your underwear, nothing but the thin fabric seperating it from the air due to you wearing a skirt. 

Pulling away from the kiss, your hot breath and a line of saliva was the only thing that seperated you and Hyunjin. You shielded your face from his twinkling eyes, you glancing at the blonde boy through the gaps between your fingers. His two hands grip your wrists, pulling your hands down as he smiles widely

“Don’t hide that pretty face”

Hyunjin giggles, your chuckles following shortly after. The boy grips your wrist tightly, walking backwards as he looks intensely into your eyes, his back falling against the couch as you sit down on the couch on your knees, he looks at you for a moment before attaching his lips again, pushing you down and hovering above you. The wet sounds of the sloppy kiss fills your ear, you helplessly rubbed your thighs together in anticipation. His fingertips trailed down your chest, tracing small circles on the inside of your thigh before plunging down under your skirt, grazing the wet spot on your underwear. The both of you smile into the kiss. 

“Can I?” Hyunjin says, momentarily pulling away from your sweet lips and tugging on the edge of your panties. You nod shyly, not believing that this is happening. 

His lanky fingers run up and down your wet folds as you put your hand at the back of his neck, pulling his blushing face closer to yours and pursing your lips to kiss him sensually. Hyunjin’s fingers gently brush up against your clit that was swollen from excitement, sending shivers down your spine. 

You knew this was wrong, the door wasn’t even locked meaning that anyone could walk in at any moment but the way lips felt on yours made a thousand fireworks ignite, sparking from your chest. Wrapping your hand around his wide wrist, you guide his fingers down to your sopping entrace, your entire body craving him inside of you.

Hyunjin places once last peck on your soft lips before looking at you with concern, asking for permission with his fluffy brown eyes. You nod, your eyelashes gently fluttering over your eyes. His middle finger slips into you with ease, shortly followed by a second finger from seeing how good your cunt swallowed his digits, your essence coating them. A faint gasp escapes your lips as his fingers felt around your velvety walls, the whole situation still feeling like a dream. 

“D-does it feel good?” 

“mhm!” you hum, nodding your head as your grasp around his wrist tightens everytime he curls his fingers upwards. Small whimpers came from you as his fingers started pumping in and out, the blond boy chuckling at your reaction. 

“Did you think I was innocent?” 

The question lingers in the air as you look at him in the eyes.

“Y-yes,,,” just as the question you let the answer hang in the air as Hyunjin hummed, being knuckles deep into you and curling his fingers upwards once more, making you choke on your own moan. Hyunjin nodded slowly, glancing down at your body as he thought.

“It’s because,,, because you’re shy,, different from the others.” You added quickly, filling the silence that was soon interupted by your whimpers as the so called ‘innocent boy’ started circling your sensitive bud with his thumb. 

“I think you’re different from the others, you make me like this baby”

Hyunjin said, seconds later crashing his lips against yours, his tongue attacking yours. He retracted his fingers, the tips coated in your juices and glistening in the sunlight. You whined inbetween kisses, the feeling of being empty leaving you disappointed. Hyunjin’s veiny hands trailed up your stomach, pulling the croptop up and resting it just above your boobs, your white bra exposed. 

Hyunjin pulled away from the kiss, the both of you breathless as the kisses you exchanged were anything but light. His two damp fingers made their way to his mouth, licking them with a slight smirk on his lips. You could go crazy from the sight alone, his big brown eyes turning blank with lust. Not being able to control yourself any longer, you sat up on your knees and pulled off the top, unclasping your bra while you’re at it. As the fabric hit the floor, Hyunjin’s eyes darted to your bare tits, the wind from the air conditioner stiffening your two sensitive buds. You looked at him with a jumbled expression, him staring at your nipples for what seemed like an eternity. You hummed softly, causing him to snap back into reality, the blond boy pulling the black hoodie up from his head, displaying the defined muscles on his abdomen. You wanted him, you wanted him so bad. 

Your knees hit the floor with a thump as looked up at Hyunjin, knealing between his two legs and watching the tent in his loose shorts grow. 

“Do you really want to do this,, y/n,, you don’t have t-”

You hushed before speaking.

“Don’t worry, Hyunjin” you say with a stern voice making Hyunjin shiver, not knowing if it’s from your tone of voice or the way his name rolled of your tongue.

The blonde boy grabbed the small camera that was resting on the table, you looked up at him with confusion before smiling at his pleading eyes that met yours. You nodded, knowing exactly what he wanted to do and giving him permission since you never knew if he’d get to see you like this ever again. 

You hook your two hands on the sides of his shorts and underwear, pulling the fabric down as Hyunjin awkwardly lifts his hips up from the couch for a moment, allowing you to slide the both garments down in one nimble motion. His veiny length sprung out, the tip hitting his abdomen for a moment before resting infront of your eyes, a bead of precum already leaking from his delicate slit. You gulp, the task of sucking him off suddenly seeming daunting. Hyunjin must have noticed since his face turned concerned, a half smile flashing across his lips. 

“y/n,, you don’t have to-aghh!”

Hyunjin was cut of by his own breathy moan, your pursed lips wrapping around his leaking tip, licking small kitten licks before sinking deeper down his impressive length. Hyunjin’s blonde hair fell out of his face when his head rolled back in pleasure, resting it against the back of the rustic couch. 

“f-fuck y/n,,, just- just like that”

He hummed out, his sweet voice intoxicated with desire. Your tongue swirled around his pretty red tip, simultaneously stroking the part doesn’t fit inside of your wet mouth. Multiple shutters of the camera was heard, his hand barely stable enough to hold it due to the pleasure that was shooting through his core. It didn’t take long before his dick twitched against you lips, your cheeks hollowed as bob up and down his girth. His eyes rolled back into his skull as his hand went down to cup your cheek, your eyes stinging with tears as you choked around him. Pulling off with a pop, his dick glimmered as a heavy layer of saliva rested on it, his already warm body turning hotter. He looks down at you, a smug half-smile errupting on his lips as he continued to stroke your cheek, his thumb grazing your cheekbone as he flicked through the photos on his camera, the half-smile now a full on expression of happiness. The two of you sat like that for a while, the silence engulfing the room as you observed his indescribable features. His sharp jawline contrasted with his soft skin that had a dust of rose pink across the cheeks, his moles adding to his charm. 

“Fuck me, Hyunjin”

The words slipped out of your mouth, his brown shiny eyes widening before being overtaken by a blank gaze, placing the silver camera back on the tiny table. 

“You thought I would stop here?”

Now it was your turn to be flustered, his sugary sweet voice interlaced with the cocky words making you even wetter then before, if that’s even possible. Without answering, he pulled you up to the couch by your hand and laying you down before realising what he forgot. The blond boy reached for the baggy backpack laying on the white floor, unzipping the front pocket and fishing out a condom. You nodded shyly, feeling your hands getting sweatier from nervousness, not really sure where to put them. Hyunjin noticed your gaze that was running all over the room, your body slightly tense. The boy snickered, ripping the shiny wrapping open with his hands where veins had started to become apparent. 

“Something wrong?” He asks shyly, placing the condom on his leaking tip before rolling the rubber onto his length. You shake your head.

“J-just thinking,,,” you say, your voice fading out at the end. 

“About?” His voice inhibiting a questionable tone as he holds himself up above you, his elbows on either side of your head. 

“A-about,,, you” 

That was a lie. You thought about how this would end up being disclosed to your company and your friends, Felix would snap your head if he found out that you slept with Hyunjin. Did it even have to be disclosed? Couldn’t it just be a secret between you and Hyunjin? As much as you wish that it could, it simply couldn’t. Not working in this industry. 

Hyunjin smiled softly, his hand trailing down the curves of your body before lifting up the fabric of your skirt, his fingers pushing your panties aside and feeling your throbbing pussy once again. His caramel eyes looked into you the entire time. 

Lifting himself up, he positioned the tip of his member at your sopping entrance, you chuckling softly as he gripped your hips but your chuckle was quickly replaced by a loud gasp, his dick stretching out your tight pussy better than you thought. 

“Are you ok, y/n?” 

He said softly, his dick not even halfway in but already jerking from your welcomingly wet and warm cunt wrapping around his crimson tip. You nodded, looking up at him. 

“Pl-please,, keep going Hyunjin”

The blonde boy blushed, his ears turning red. Tightening the grip on your hips he fully entered you, you shutting your eyes tightly from the slightly painful but pleasurable experience. Glancing down at you, he had to use every bit of discipline to not pound into you. In his eyes you looked angelic. Your parted lips that we’re coated by saliva and the way your skirt bunched up around your waist made it feel like torture to be inside of you, not moving to let you adjust to his size. 

“C-can I move?” He asks impatiently to which you smile, nodding and wrapping your legs around him, pulling him closer to your warm body. Your breath hitched as he softly wraps his hand around your neck, him thinking he’d gone too far.

“I-im sorry! I-” 

You hush him, placing your index finger over his plush pink lips. 

“I’ll tell you if anything doesn’t feel good, alright?” You so desperatly wanted to place a “baby” at the end of the sentence, that nickname fitted him but being to scared to confess your feelings. Just because he wants you doesnt mean he loves you. Hyunjin nodded like an excited puppy, finally getting the permission of moving and feeling your clenched walls around his length, his one hand still wrapped around your throat. 

His thrusts were slow, filled with passion which only worsened your longing for him, the longing of him being yours. Small whimpers dripped from between your parted lips, the moans being mixed with Hyunjin’s low grunts and sounding like a melody. You peeked up at the model-like boy, his expression being synonymous to pleasure. The movements eventually quickened, his long cock hitting your cervix with every thrust, making you put your hands behind his back, your fingernails digging into his soft honey skin. His previously closed eyes fluttered open, watching you with a soft gaze through his fierce eyes. You smiled and he smiled back before his gaze drifted away from yours.

“Y-you feel so good y-y/n,,, you’re an angel”

Chuckling and moaning at the same time, his praise gave you a sense of security but also a sense of lust, wanting to coax out even more dangerously sweet words from his pretty mouth. 

“Go faster,,, Hyunjin”

You gasped out, the pleasure starting to pick up it’s pace. The sound of skin slapping against each other bounced off the white walls in the big studio, the old sofa creaking ever so often from the blond boys powerful thrusts. Hyunjin would never get tired of hearing you say his name, never. 

The knot in your stomach signaled your impending orgasm as your walls were stretched out. You pleaded him to not stop, your voice sounding frail as you neared your sweet release. The hot tempeture wasn’t helping the situation, sweat beading underneath Hyunjins headband, soaking the two strands of blonde locks that hanged infront of his face. 

“F-fuck,, y/n you’re so pretty with my hands wrapped around your throat, fuck-” 

A loud groan escaped his lips, the pleasure of your wet pussy against his rock-hard length getting too much, Hyunjin having to hold back until you came, not wanting to appear selfish. It wasn’t long until you felt your legs shaking around him, your toes curling as the squeaky sound from the couch increased along with the speed of Hyunjin’s thrusts, the rubber not giving him as much intimacy as he would have liked but the visual of you lying beneath him, squirming away from bliss and softly moaning made up for it. 

“I think- i think I’m cumming, s-shit Hyunjin, I’m cumming”

The words spilled from you, quickly followed by a incoherent mumbling of his name before a wave of hot flashed through your entire body, your walls clenching around him as your erotic juices coated his twitching cock. You held your hands against your face that was lightly coated with sweat but before you could come down from your high Hyunjin pinned your hands above your head by your wrists, him letting out a growl before his cum filled the tip of the condom. The both of you rode out your powerful orgasm, your moans softening as the intense feeling subsided, Hyunjin shivering with his last thrust before pulling out. 

The light sound of the air conditioner was now accompanied with heavy panting, your chest heaving as Hyunjin softly pulled down your skirt and ran his hand through his blonde hair, pushing the stray hairs away before rolling off the cumfilled condom and throwing it on the floor, the rubber landing on the dark clothing that were pooling next to the leather couch. The young boy lays down beside you, your eyes fixed on the ceiling as you faded away in a million thoughts, still trying to process what just happened. You turned your head against his, feeling his lingering gaze on your face and you swore you could hear your heart beat in your ears as his cheekbones lifted, his now cherry red lips turning into a soft smile. 

“Do you like me?” 

You choked on your own saliva, coughing and sitting up in panic making Hyunjin worry, him patting you on the back as he sat up next to you. 

“I-im sorry,, I shouldn’t have- y/n,, so-sorry”

He mutters out as you start laughing, he looking confused at your chuckling figure. 

“T-that’s,,, quite the direct question” you say, clearing your throat before continuing. “I don’t know Hyunjin. You know that this isn’t possible”

You saw his previously twinkling eyes turn blank, his heart sinking. 

“Uhm,,, n-no totally not,,, I just said it to-”

He tried to play cool, brushing off the fact that he didn’t get the answer he so longed for. His gaze turning away from your angelic face.

“But I like you”

You spoke quietly, your voice cracking at the end. Hyunjin turned back to you.

“Why wouldn’t it work then?” he asked with a confused voice. You sighed

“Hyunjin, do you not know who you are? We fucked in a building where you own half of the rights, you work with famous people and your work is in every magazine, don’t you understand?”

He stayed silent for a while, comtemplating on what to say before grabbing your clammy hand. 

“Do you only see me for my career?”

You shake your head, trying to catch eye contact with the blonde boy but failing as he stares down at your small hand in his grasp. 

“Hyunjin, I love you but this feels way to quick,,, I can’t just-”

“I’ve known about you for a while, y/n. Do you know why we even worked together in the first place?” 

Hyunjin speaks calmly, a thin string of sadness threading through his voice. You shake your head, looking at him but he looking away.

“I reached out to Bangchan first”

You weren’t surprised, only confused. What did he see in you? 

“I know it might seem,, rushed! But if- if we both like each other then we can make it work. Please don’t worry about our reputations, you are more than your career y/n even if it means the world to you.”

Hyunjin hesitated finishing his sentence, feeling sick to his stomach from the fear of rejection. You withdrew your hand, instead opening your arms and hugging him to which he smiled and hugged you back, the both of you falling back on the couch facing each other. 

“I think I love you,,, like,,, I really love you”

Hyunjin brushed away a strand of hair from your face, his tender eyes meeting yours. 

“And I love you too, y/n”

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Checkmate Ch4

AN: This series is un-Beta'd. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Mood-board by me, but photo credits to those who took them.

Series Master list | Chapter 3

CW: References to sex, Angst, Domesticity, Obsessive behaviour/Stalking, Swearing, Crossover (blink and you’ll miss it), Mystical MacGuffin

Word count: Approx 2.5k

Chess groaned and opened her eyes. The clock finally came into focus – 11am. She’d never slept in this late, even after a wild night out. Then her brain caught up and supplied her with the images of how wild last night had actually been. She quickly turned over to look at the other side of the bed. Empty. She was unsurprised, but couldn’t deny she was disappointed. They’d made no promises to each other, no grandiose declarations. Hell, they didn’t even know each other’s last names and hadn’t ever swapped numbers. They’d met three times for fuck’s sake, and the first of those barely counted. At least she should be thankful that by sneaking out, Loki had ensured there was no morning awkwardness.

Small mercies, eh?

She grabbed the spare pillow and pulled it over her face to block out the sunlight shining through the curtains. The only problem is that it smelt of him, of cinnamon and sandalwood and something that was entirely…Loki.

With an audible groan she threw the pillow across the room and sat up, flinging the duvet off herself in one move. She stood, her legs surprisingly steady, and looked up into the mirror in the corner of the room. She had the look of someone who had been completely and undeniably fucked. Her hair was more than tousled, it was like a birds nest. There were hickeys and bite marks down her chest and stomach, and on her hips were light bruises from where Loki had held onto her. There were even marks on her inner thighs.

She took a tentative step forward, expecting some level of discomfort, but surprisingly there was none. Well that was a definite bonus. She more than deserved to be aching all over. She padded through to the bathroom. A shower was still an absolute necessity, as much as she didn’t want to wash the scent of Loki from her skin.

After the shower she stripped her bed and remade it, except for the pillow he’d slept on for a short time. She wasn’t ready to consign everything to memory alone yet.

Moving through to the living room she collected her discarded clothes and set the sofa to rights, smiling as she did so. That man had an amazing mouth. Moving towards the door she picked up her bag and pulled out her phone.

9:02 Lisa: You alive girl?

10:11 Lisa: Okay, you might have been asleep before, but surely you awake now!

11:07 Lisa: Right, if you don’t text me back with what food you won’t allow me to eat at my desk, I’m gonna assume ur kidnapped or dead.

Such a drama queen.

Chess: I’m alive! And you aren’t allowed tuna at your desk coz it’s nasty.

Lisa: Thank fuck for that.

Lisa:………

Lisa: Spill! He still there?

Chess: He went before I woke. It was just last night. But what a night

Chess: No more details other than that man knows how to do EVERYTHING!

Lisa: :D You know I’ll wheedle it out of you.

Chess: But not today. Speak Mon. TTFN xxxxx

She collapsed down on the sofa. The rest of the day was definitely made for PJs, TV, coffee and junk food. She tried to concentrate on the program she was watching, but her brain decided to throw up multiple images from last night, his lips on her skin, his cock possessing her, her raking her nails down his pale skin. She thought about trying to shut the images out, but then reconsidered.

She’d had fun, he'd apparently had fun. There was nothing wrong in what they’d done. And who knows when she’d next have mind-blowing sex. These images may have to sustain her for a while. Lost in thought, when her phone buzzed with a new message and she opened it, it took a few moments to realise what it said.

Max: Slut!

Max: Fucking whore!

The absolute nerve of the guy!

Chess: Fuck off Max. Don’t message me again.

Max: Bitch

She hit the block button, frustrated that her previous good mood had been ruined by a total prick. She went back to the TV, and skimmed through the movie choices before settling on a brainless action flick. It was always fun to watch helicopters get exploded in ridiculous ways.

The day passed tediously. It made her realise how much Max had isolated her from everyone. She’d have to make a concerted effort from now on to actually have a proper life. Maybe she’d restart martial arts. She apparently hadn’t lost all of her skills.

Despite her lethargic day, the exertions and lack of sleep from the night before chased Chess to bed early. As she crawled under the duvet she pulled the spare pillow to her, and fell asleep with it in her arms, the smell of cinnamon and sandalwood covering her like a blanket.

She awoke refreshed and determined to continue re-engaging with world. Friday night was the start of it (Loki non-withstanding). She decided on the gym again. She’d work out her frustrations and find out which martial arts were being taught locally. It was still early when she arrived, and she was relieved she didn’t have to break her momentum by having to wait for any machines.

She glanced at the sparring room, part of her disappointed that Loki wasn’t there – he must live locally otherwise they would never have met that second time. And if he did live locally there was a high chance they would run into each other again. She hoped it wouldn’t be weird. She liked him and maybe they could be friends. Okay, if she was being honest with herself, friends with benefits would be better.

After her workout she went up to the desk to find out about the martial arts classes. The gym organised a wide array of different options, and after talking through them all with the guy at the desk, is he flirting with me?, she decided on a basic Karate class on Monday evenings but also a beginners Krav Maga class on Thursdays.

Skirting the issue of her phone number with desk-guy, she headed out to find the perfect post workout breakfast, and by the time she was finished with that the shops were open. If she was going to increase her exercise she ought to do the same to her work out wardrobe. Plus she’d need a new Gi. The one she’d had as a teenager was long gone now.

She started at the specialist sportswear store, before moving onto normal high street shops, picking up more work out tops, a couple more sports bras, gym shorts and some sweatpants. And then, because she was there she treated herself to some other everyday items; leggings, tops and a new lingerie set. She realised this was the first shopping trip in years where she hadn’t been accompanied by Max, who would scrutinise every choice she made and then somehow persuade her to pick something of his choice instead. So, yeah, fuck him!

Feeling happier than she had in a long time, she headed home. She passed the rest of the day at home, trying to refresh herself on basic Karate moves. She was pleasantly surprised by how much came back to her. She sent off a few emails to her cousins, checked in briefly with Maya over text and enjoyed a relaxed evening to herself.

Monday rolled around far too soon. Chess had only been in the office 15 minutes before the gang pulled her into an empty meeting room for an interrogation.

“Okay,” said Josh “Did Mr Amazing-Eyes dish it out as good as it looked he would?”

“Josh! Come, on. Do you really want to know everything?”

He wrinkled his nose slightly as he thought.

“Maybe not everything, no offence. But was he packing? Ow!”

He rubbed the back of his head and glowered at his boyfriend. Lisa laughed, but followed up Josh’s question.

“But seriously, was he?”

Chess, leaned forward and with a smile on her face which made her eyes dance, whispered,

“Let’s just say he could hit the right spots. All the right spots, even the ones I didn’t know I had. Multiple times.”

And with that they all fell about laughing.

“You seeing him again?” asked Tony.

She shook her head.

“I don’t think so, we never exchanged numbers and I don’t even know his last name. He made it pretty clear at the outset that it was a one and done thing. But, even if I never see him again, he, and you guys of course, made me realise how isolated I’d become and I’m ready to rediscover myself. Dear lord that sounds asinine. I’ve got a karate class this evening, so that is one less night at home on my own, waiting for some guy to call me.”

At this point they all realised they ought to return to their desks and actually do some work before the boss noticed.

That evening she grabbed her new Gi and headed off for her class on her bike. Although still somewhat rusty, she was able to hold her own in the one on one practises, even making the instructor stagger back at one point. She came out of the building, laughing and joking with her new class mates, one of the guys giving her a gentle elbow and declaring her a ringer. Getting home she hopped in the shower and then settled down to eat her dinner whilst watching the TV. Her phone buzzed and she picked it up. Reading the text, her fork clattered to her plate.

Unknown: Finding them at the gym now? Slut.

Jesus, was Max watching her? She pressed the block button, but couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling. She made sure all her curtains were fully drawn and all the window and door locks secure before heading to bed, but she still slept fitfully, dreaming she was running down a dark alley with a black shadow chasing her.

The days at work passed quickly enough. Chess picked up some new books on Tuesday lunchtime, a set of completely non-serious fantasy novels of the type she had enjoyed in her younger years. She devoured them over the following evenings, annoyed she had previously denied herself these simple pleasures.

The highlight of the week, though, was Thursday evening. The Krav Maga class was a revelation, and although it was only the first one, she felt an instant affinity for it.

The weeks flew passed as she settled into her new routine. She had some of the guys over from work for a movie night which degenerated into a teenage style sleep over. She worked hard in her classes, and increased her exercise on the other days of the week.

There were only two small blots. Firstly, she hadn’t seen anything of Loki – she had expected she might bump into him somewhere, but it was like he had vanished. And secondly, and more disturbingly, Max was still sending her obscene messages at random points, indicating that he knew what she was doing, where she was and who she was with. She kept blocking each new number, but they still came through, at least once a week.

Since that first message she never responded, just blocked the new number straight away. But she couldn’t help the fact that she always looked around her when one came through, trying to spot Max or one of friends.

It was about a month after the night with Loki that Chess became more restless than usual. The images in her head were appearing frequently today, and it was almost as though she could hear him calling for her. Why couldn’t she get him out of her head? She’d met a couple of guys from her classes for coffee, but never felt enough of a spark to organise a proper date. It was like he’d ruined her for other men. Would anyone else ever match up?

Right, she needed to talk to him, and hopefully exorcise him from her mind after. She couldn’t call him, so she’d just have to do some old school internet stalking. She didn’t know his last name, but then again, Loki wasn’t exactly a common first name. She opened her laptop, and as it booted up she made herself a cup of tea. With the mug in her left hand, she opened a search tab, typed in LOKI and pressed the enter key.

For a moment, time slowed. The mug moved to connect with the floor, the milky brown liquid arcing out as the container tumbled. Then it crashed, shards of pottery scattering across the wooden floor.

“What the actual fuck!”

Her eyes scanned the images and information again. Black hair, check. Amazing eyes, check. Fabulous body, check. Loki, Prince of Asgard. Brother of Thor. God of Mischief. And apparently dead, at the hands of Thanos, 5 years ago.

No, no, no. Not again. Not another trickster.

She jumped up from her chair, avoiding the mess on the floor, and raced through to the bedroom. She opened her jewellery box and rummaged through the pieces that lay in there, forgotten.

There, a necklace! A thin silver chain, with a milky white orb hanging from it. The surface of the orb shifted and swirled as if it were alive. A reminder of her previous encounter with an otherworldly being. So many years ago, it felt like it had been a dream. Anger flashed. This must be HIS doing! And a voice penetrated her mind, sharp and chastising.

Tsk, tsk, my dear Francesca. Don’t be so quick to place blame. I promise this is not my doing…..

And then the voice was gone.

She walked back through to the living room, the necklace still in her hand. She placed it down by the computer, the search results still on view on the screen. She tidied the mess on the floor, mopping up the spill and depositing the pieces of the broken mug in the bin. Returning to the table, she picked up the necklace and rolled the stone around in her palm, staring into it, as if doing so would make it give up its secrets.

Remembering that long ago adventure, when she was shown so many possibilities, saw the stars, met people from other worlds. Was tempted to stay, to accept the power and knowledge she was being offered. But she had turned it down. The trickster had returned her to home, seemingly more disappointed than annoyed, leaving her with the necklace and the words that she was stronger than she realised.

She was pulled from her thoughts by an insistent pounding on her door. Crossing the apartment, she wrenched open the door. She should have known. Because nothing was coincidental.

“So,” she asked her visitor. “Do you still go by Odinson or is it now Laufeyson?”

Chapter 5

[mirrorballparkers]

𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝; 𝐩.𝐩

summary; you miss peter, peter misses you. some nights are colder, but you help each other make them a little warmer.

   words; 2.1k

  authors note; love u this is PERHAPS the cutest fic i have ever written :)

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      peter’s eyes open, sweetly and slowly, the aura of the bright sun hitting the sheer curtains to the lovely sight of Germany in the evening. he stretches his hand out to the middle of the bed, gently grazing over the silk sheets, sighing in defeat as he realizes one thing, and one thing only; you weren’t dreaming next to him. its not that he didn’t want to fall asleep, the hotel bed was quite comfortable and it was a very cozy atmosphere, but you were his person. peter parker was touched starved of you. he was longing, dreaming to be with you, as you were, too. 

   he wanted to hold onto you close, very tender. and wrap his arms around your waist, kiss every petal-like freckle on your button nose and shoulders. tell you how much you means to him, with words and the kisses.

but, what peter really loved, more than you, more than anything -- hearing your angelic, warm, honey-filled voice and talk to you. he loved having conversations with you, you were the easiest person to talk to, conversations flowing like a river on a beautiful spring day; flowers and butterflies filling the enchanting aroma. you were his sweet song, his sweet person who always had something intriguing, sweet, or funny to say. always calmed him down, you were his sweet melody, his fairytale.

peter stretches his arm over to the nightstand, eyes still adjusting to the darkness that endured. he fiddled with the empty wooden stand, finally touching his severely cracked phone screen and grabbing ahold of it. his heart glows, eyes still adjusting to the bright light of his phone, but still he admires his lock screen: a black and white picture of the both of you. it was your favorite picture together, laying in your spot down by a little river area on a quilted blanket. every friday, you and peter would go to this area, you’d make lunch that consisted of peanut butter sandwiches (no crust, and heart shaped. thanks to peter being a hopeless romantic, of course.) strawberries, and peach tea. sometimes, you would bring your ukelele and sing for peter.

that was his favorite thing on fridays, you singing to him. you were shy when it came to singing in front of people, mostly singing alone or not at all, but peter made you feel safe when you did in front of him. you did it because peter was your safe thing; peter was your person, your heart.

he wasn’t sure if you were awake, but he could deal with the simple text saying: ‘really?’ if you were sleeping. he had to hear your voice, more than anything in the world. music would do the trick, unless it was your angelic sounds filling the air.

“hello?”

is it safe to say peter went to heaven the minute he heard your sweet voice on the other end? quite possibly, yes.

“hi, hi,” peter sighs willingly, sitting up, his back leaning against the bed frame, curls framing his heart shaped face ever so perfectly.

germany was 9 hours ahead of queens, so it was only 10ish where you were. lucky for peter, you were waiting ever so patiently for his call, looking out the window up at the stars, wishing peter was with you. these summer nights were cold without him. so cold.

“pete, hey.” you tried to contain your heart from leaping out of your chest, and the excitement in your voice. his voice was so nice to hear after a long day, it always was.

“i-i’m sorry, did i wake you? i can call you later-“

“it’s ten here, silly goose,” you giggle softly, leaning back onto your pillow, fiddling with the necklace peter gave you just before he went onto this mission. it had a ‘p’ on it, a heart in the middle. symbolizing that you, y/n, would always have peters heart. and he would always have yours.

he knew the time, it was peter; he had to keep up with the times so he wouldn’t wake you up ever. little did he know, you couldn’t sleep either.

“just checking.” peter shuts his eyes, flowers surrounding, along with you. he never wanted to open them. because, if he did, you wouldn’t be there.

you proceed to fiddle with your necklace, “how’s germany? forgotten about me yet?” you say, teasing him. you hear his warm giggle on the other end, something you loved more than anything.

“y-you’re all i can think about, actually,” peter stutters, he says it in a very soft tone, but also wanting you to hear it; because it’s true, you’re all he could ever think about, and dream about.

“oh, haha,” you twirl the ends of your hair, looking at that same star in the sky, one that stood out the most. that was peter. he was your star. “are you not able to sleep?”

“i never can without you, haha.” peter runs his hands through his chestnut locks, the only way to ease the pang in his chest from missing your warm skin against his; he wanted you to be the one to run your hands through his curls, telling him how much you love them. poking his little freckles, saying how they reminded you of little flowers, blooming. the infinitesimal amounts of baby flowers on his nose and cheeks, also on his arms.

“me either,” you sigh, head turing to your left, eyes landing on the picture set on your nightstand. it was a silly photo booth picture of the two of you, but it was who you were. you and peter, best friends; soulmates.

“i just...”

“hm?”

peter lays back down on his cloud-like pillow, chin rested in his hand, voice muffled.

“i just want you beside me. i want you.” his voice breaks, his senses made it even harder, because he could almost feel you near him. he could feel you without even having to be right beside you. but it wasn’t enough.

“i know, petey,” you agreed. “but hey, you’re only going to be gone for one more day and we can have another sleepover.”

peter cracks a smile, and you could sense that. and that made you smile. “can’t wait, cutie.”

“me either.”

silence. one of you asking if the other was there, one murmuring that they love you more than anything. that was mostly peter, he had to say it at least 100 times a day. sometimes 101 was the lucky number for him.

then, there was silence for a while. but you both knew you were still awake. peter could hear your heartbeat; that sweet symphony of a heartbeat. yours. his.

“are you holding onto the locket i gave you for our three months?” peter asks, hopefully.

you blush, it’s like he knew, “maybe..”

“aw,” he giggles, “that’s sweet. i’m glad you still wear that.”

"always will."

it kept you safe when peter wasn’t there. so, of course you still wore it. one more inch of silence, peter could very well hear your heartbeat. it was his favorite song.

it was quiet, not too quiet, nor was it uncomfortably quiet — it was the kind that made you feel at peace.

after a moment, peter presses his lips together, soft but hopeful he whispers, "it's friday, will you sing for me?"

"my voice is so raspy, i'll sound horrible." you giggle, rubbing your eyes as you switch to another side. peter scrunches his nose, if he was there he'd simply cup your face and tell you that you were the most perfect person in the world and had the best singing voice.

"i think either way, it'll calm me down." peter admits, closing his eyes, feeling you near. it was close enough.

you smile, eyes feeling heavy and warm as you also close your eyes, imagining peter was holding your hand to ensure you that he was right there to protect you. and he was.

you and peter had multiple songs for each other, there were goofy songs, there were romantic songs, and there were the songs that just made you feel like you were right there with each other despite being far away. the minute you started to softly sing the melody of one of his favorite songs, he felt safer, he felt like everything was going to be okay and that he was right there.

he wasn't sure how you always knew how to make him feel okay, how to talk him down when he needs it the most. nobody else could do it. not even his aunt or his uncle when he was alive. peter figured that's just what someone does when they find the one for them and love them so much, they will go all the way to the moon and back for them, and that's what you both did for each other. it's almost like you were his sun, and he was your moon. you always had each other.

the next morning. it was a little colder than usual, as your eyes flutter open slowly. you cover yourself more in the blanket peter bought your for your 1 month anniversary, a spider man blanket, as you notice there was a sound coming from your phone. peter snoring. you giggle to yourself as you feel yourself loving him more that very moment. shamelessly, you kiss his contact photo on your phone and try to go back to sleep.

"night, prince charming."

[angeli-marco-writes]

Tom Felton - Risk

A/N - Despite writing this 8 months ago, it hasn’t been uploaded anywhere. I forgot about it until a few days ago, redrafted it, and here we go. With the (not so) recent blow up of Draco-tok and Tom’s increased following, I thought it would be a good time to upload as well, and it has a summer feel to escape the disgracefully bitter winter here in Britain. I do not own the song lyrics used. I do not know Tom, nor do I claim to; this is a work of fiction and entirely my own. 

Warnings - cursing, legal alcohol consumption, mutual pining, 3.4k words of fluff and angst. Nothing further.

Summary - After your break up, one that pained you to the bone, you try to escape and you find yourself taking that one risk you always thought you should, travelling. A simple day out, and the one person you don’t want to see is the one person who can help you with your car troubles. Could he help with your heart troubles too, over a reminiscent dinner perhaps?

RISK, that’s what this is. You’re taking a risk for once in your life, living a new experience and stepping outside of your comfort zone. That's what you’re supposed to do to get over a particularly brutal break up, isn’t it? So here you are, finding yourself again, exploring places you’ve always wanted to go. Current destination: Cape Town, South Africa. A haven.

You came here on a whim. Looking up some cheap prices from when you were in Barcelona, and surprisingly, you got a good direct flight and hotel deal for more than a reasonable price. 

Before your break up, you’d never have dreamt of this. You were content with your life of luxury in LA with your boyfriend after dating for a while, but with his insane work schedule and travelling, you just couldn’t reasonably keep up with the relationship. You felt neglected, work and Willow always coming above you, and you couldn’t just be solely financially reliable on him, even if he was a millionaire. So after a long few days of gruelling arguments, you packed your bags and did what he told you to do.

“Live your life the way you couldn’t do with me holding you back.”

He was sorry, so sorry, heartbroken. I can still see his face when he let me go. Too darling to forget or stay mad at. You’ve just got to find the part of yourself that stayed with him, and maybe you’ll find it half way across the globe in between gorgeous beaches and scenic mountains while staying in a luxurious five star hotel.

Your days have been filled with hiking and swimming, spa days and sunbathing, fancy meals and getting drunk under the stars. But even though you’re living the dream, you haven’t quite found yourself yet. Maybe you will with your sightseeing plans for later on.

This afternoon, after you’ve spent the morning hiking, you’re ready for a calm afternoon back at your hotel, a leisurely swim in the pool to cool down and maybe some sunning on the adjoining beach.

You make your way back to the car you hired, a beat up jeep, but it’s a pleasure to drive around the mountains. But as you walk back there, you see someone. No, it can’t be him. It was just someone with the same hairstyle as him. Wearing the same shirt that he used to wear all the time. And wearing the same glasses. It has to be a coincidence, he can’t be here, it’s just your mind playing tricks. 

Part of you even wants him to be here, but the correct part of your brain knows that your longing thought us nothing more than wantonly cohorted, made up from missing him and being away from the last place you could call home. So without another thought, you open the door to the car and climb into the driver's seat. You’re suddenly conscious of the way you’re dressed: canvas shorts with a sun top and billowy button down, but even if it is more of a practical outfit, you still look damn good in it, so calm yourself down.

Starting the car is easier said than done, because as soon as you slot the key in and turn it, the engine vibrates for a few seconds and lets out a low grumble, and then it dies. Internally you curse yourself, and you hit the steering wheel a few times to release some steam. This was always Tom’s area of expertise, you never had to deal with car mechanics, but instead of making it a big deal, you give it a go again, only for the engine to crash again.

Footsteps sound outside the car on the gravel and sand, and then a head appears at your rolled down window, followed by a voice you never thought you’d hear again.

“Need some help, Miss?”

You turn your head so quickly that you feel something pull. No no no, he cannot be here on your get away trip. 

He smiles at you lopsidedly until realisation dawns on his face. In that moment, his cheeks fall and his red eyes droop. He is definitely high, but high tom is the best tom, all slow and cuddly.

“W-what are you doing here, Y/N?” he asks incredulously, his enunciated British tone raspy and soothing all at once, grounding you.

“Vacation. Um, you?” 

You fumble over your words, scrutinised under the piercing blue of his eyes behind his glasses.

“Filming.” he says.

Even after you split up, you’d never expected it to get this awkward if you ever met again. You’re definitely not over him yet, you can tell by the way butterflies flitter inside your stomach just at the sight of his day-old stubble and the tufts of sun kissed hair that poke out from his cap.

“That’s, um, nice,” you respond and offer him a shy smile, “Would you mind, um?”

He nods and moves around to the hood of the car. You watch as he turns his cap around and rolls up his sleeves, revealing his gorgeously tanned and toned forearms. You lose yourself and all inhibitions as he works to find out the problem, his seamless movements and his cute thinking face that crinkles his forehead and scrunches his nose. How he’s always so willing to help in any circumstance and the undying love that he revels in day after day, it’s like basking in eternal joy whenever you’re around Tom because not a single moment is dull. You can’t help but remember the way it felt when he kissed you, the fire that his touch left in its wake, the gentle way he held you through countless nights.

“Sorted, sweet pea.” he says, leaning against your car door with his head against the window frame. 

Your heart skips a beat at the nickname. “No one’s called me that since you.” 

The words are out before you can stop them, your sad smile unmoving from your face despite being filled with longing, and it just so happens to match his expression exactly.

“I have to film this afternoon, but how about I take you out for dinner? We can just, I don’t know, catch up? It can’t be a coincidence that we’ve bumped into each other.”

You don’t even have to think before the answer is spilling from your lips rather enthusiastically, a definite yes with a vigorous nod. He chuckles, slipping his hand through the window to clasp yours.

“I still have your number, so I’ll text you a time and place, yeah sweet pea? I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah,” you murmur, “bye tom.”

You watch as he walks away before starting the car, your thoughts the whole way back to the hotel filled with nothing but Tom and thoughts for the night. Dinner with your ex really is a risk, but maybe, just maybe if he reciprocated your lingering feelings, it’ll pay off.

No matter how much you want to spend the afternoon carelessly swimming and enjoying yourself, taking in the views all around you and revelling in the South African sunlight, you simply can’t. Every moment you close your eyes, Tom’s smile illuminates your thoughts and fills your body with a prickling longing. It’s a bitter feeling that scares you, unnerving you and forcing you to lose all hope for the night ahead. Your phone buzzes on your way to the spa, thinking maybe a hot stone massage will clear your mind, but you quit when you see what he’s written. You haven’t deleted his number from your phone either.

PAPI ♡ : What hotel are you at? I’ll grab you for dinner at 7. Dress fancy, preferably in that nice black dress I love, but you look perfect in everything. T x

That black dress. The same one you haven’t worn since your last night out before the break up. Maybe you will wear it, maybe you won’t. You tap out a reply, signing with a smiley face and no kisses no matter how much you want to press that x like there’s a gravitational pull, but it just doesn’t feel right in the circumstances. 

PAPI ♡ : I’ll be there, sweet pea. T x

That might be Tom’s worst habit of them all. Constantly signing his texts with ‘T’ when you obviously know that it’s him. It used to gnaw at you, especially when he’d send particularly needy texts, multiple in a row, and sign them all the same way, but often, it was rather cute. He always was crap with technology. 

All the memories come flying back at a terrifying pace, the different texts calling to you from your phone, begging for you to relive the good old days. No, you can’t. You won’t give in to such an insane impulse. It’s bad enough that you agreed to go to dinner with your ex, you can’t let anything cloud your mind to make you more malleable for the night. So to resist temptation, you throw your belongings down on a sun lounger and grasp a cocktail over a nearby bar, downing it briefly before diving head first and breaking the surface of the water. Maybe a swim will distract you until you have to get ready.

Tom spent his whole afternoon messing up lines. Not for a minute could he focus. His lunchtime beer ended up being drunk faster than he’d wanted to, and he hardly ate a thing, for his stomach was filled with butterflies. Whenever anything was said in the script or on set that linked his mind back to you, he went hazy for a solid minute. Every time he’d try to pull himself together, and would fail, remembering how your hands felt when you tied his hair back or undressed him. 

Eventually, it was too much.

“CUT!” the director screamed an hour early. “Stop, just stop. Go home, sleep, come back tomorrow. We haven’t got a single decent shot in hours, Felton.”

Tom gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down beneath a feathering of stubble that had made its way down there. Faintly, he nodded and ran a trembling hand through his hair before pulling a cap on. He rolled his sleeves up briefly, wandered to his dressing room, and fell into a chair, his thoughts whirring around his head too fast for him to form a sensical sentence. Why couldn’t he stop thinking about you? So, he grabbed his belongings and ran to his car, driving to his hotel to play his sorrows away while awaiting your date.

Once coming in from the pool, you spend a few hours prepping yourself, primping and dressing for the date. You want to look good for Tom, but also for yourself. You always dressed up to feel good about yourself and it was just a bonus that Tom worshipped you, even more when he knew you’d made an extra effort. Curling your hair, dabbing on lipstick, even buckling the straps on your sandals fills your stomach with butterflies and gives you goose bumps all over your skin, already prickling with the blush you received from looking in the mirror. It’s time.

Your walk out to the front of the hotel feels foreign, your ankles wobbling in the heels you decided on, and even as the humid air hits you, you feel a little exposed and chilled. However, any anxiety dissipates when you see Tom walking towards you, a dopey and ever loving smirk on his sun kissed face, crisp chinos with loafers and a billowy button down, loose around the neck. The evening breeze blows the short sleeves up and gives you a peek at the curls of ink that hug his arm in the shape of a dog, the same as how you see the contrast on his ankle between the dark palm trees and his white skin.

You don’t realise you’ve been standing still and tearing apart his every exquisite feature until he’s an inch away from you and his fingers have slipped around your own, holding your hand loosely and keeping you close.

“Hi.” he says, his mouth pulling to a grin.

“Hi.” you return, pacing your fingers with his own more intricately to distract yourself from how crimson your cheeks are.

“Come on,” he picks up his pace back to where he’s parked, “I’ve got a surprise.”

He plays show tunes the whole journey, silly show tunes that put a smile on your face and ones you can’t help but sing along to. He keeps his calloused palm on your knee, brushing some hair behind your ears or sneaking a kiss on your cheeks whenever possible, but the journey isn’t long enough for anything major, nor long enough for you to take apart every piece of hospitality he’s offered you so far. It’s just dinner with an ex, right? Yeah, that is until he pulls up outside a five-star luxury restaurant, complete with a mini ballroom floor and a stage where stands a woman in an evening gown, warbling out in a different language.

“We’re around the back, I have connections.”

His smile is as luminous as the twinkling lights that he’s had arranged in the trees on the back terrace of the restaurant. One table sits with a bottle of wine balanced precariously atop, a single rose in a fluted vase, two wine glasses and sets of cutlery, and with the sun setting and the fairy lights, it’s perfectly ambient. You want to speak, but you can’t find the words. Maybe, if he pulled out all the stops this way, he feels the same as you do.

He pulls your chair out before sitting down himself, pours your glass of rose wine first, and even orders your favourite meal. The amount of times you’ve ordered that very same thing though, it must be ingrained in his mind. Neither of you say a word except for meek thank you’s, and tension fills the air, not ceasing until the waiter delivers a bread platter.

“Oh,” Tom says to the waiter, a little startled, “do you have any crackers? She doesn’t eat bread before meals, or, well, at all.”

The waiter nods and scurries away, but you’re left with a burning blush on your cheeks, anxiously tucking your hair behind your ears.

“You remembered,” you chuckle softly, feeling a little giddy even though its one of your more stupid habits.

“Of course I did, I remember everything about you.”

He reaches over the table and leaves his palm open. You give it a moment of thought before wrapping your fingers around his own, tracing the lines and sun spots. He’s so familiar yet so different, your time apart somehow meeting your shared experiences, the cons outweighing the pros, something causing a barrier.

You engage in small talk while you eat, simple conversations of how you’ve been and what you’ve been up to, only very few anecdotes shared from your past relationship. It feels so natural between the two of you, just the sight of his wispy dark blonde curls is still enough to make your heart flutter, but both of you are holding something back. Nothing changes until you’re half-way through your second bottle of wine, liquid courage making you buzz.

“Do you miss me?” you ask, holding nothing back, taking just one more risk before you close off the Tom chapter of your life for good. “Do you miss us? The way we were? Who we were with each other?”

He doesn’t say a word, only looks at you with heavy blue eyes, pleading.

“Do you miss the way I used to kiss you good morning? The way you’d kiss me goodnight? The good times we had, even the bad. Do you not miss me at all?”

He swallows thickly and takes a heavy swig of wine. He signals to a waiter who clears your dishes, and then he leans on his bare forearms over the table, both of his hands holding yours as he stares into your soul, those mystical ocean eyes boring into your pained soul.

“I miss it all,” he says in his hoarse tone, “I miss you and our life more than you can imagine. If it was up to me, I’d never have let you go, but I couldn’t keep you tied down. So before you leave forever, can we have one nice night and pretend like we aren’t completely fucking broken?”

You see tears in his eyes, threatening to fall down his cheeks at any given moment. You hold his hands tighter, letting your soft fingers dance up his arms, anything to feel the warmth of his skin against you once more.

“I wish I hadn’t left.” you whisper, Hoping that the sound is blown away with the wind, or disguised by the melodious singing from just inside the restaurant, but no. He hears your words as clear as day.

“Then don’t go. Don’t leave me again. Come back and we’ll make it better, I won’t work, we don’t need to, and you can live out all of your goals too. It’s high time that you come back where you belong, by my side. Don’t leave again, Sweet pea. Please.”

You’ve never heard him sound so desperate. He clings to you, kisses your hands, and when you’re too dumbfounded to respond, he gently pulls you up and brings you upright to a flat area of the terrace.

A sweet and familiar melody flows with the wind and the bird song, softly filling your ears from the restaurant, seeping into your own little circle with Tom. He cradles his forearm around your waist, his hand splayed on the small of your back. His other cups the palm of your hand gracefully as you rest your head on his cloth covered shoulder. He still smells the same, that same mix of smoke and beer and firewood as always, the musk of his aftershave lingering on the expanse of his neck, a faint sweat from the sun clinging to his freckles.

As soon as the lyrics start, you bury your head further into Tom’s neck, chest to chest, keeping him close.

‘Come on skinny love just last a year,

Pour a little salt we were never here,’

“Come home with me and let's pretend you never left.” Tom suggests, swaying in time with the music, your body moving in time with his even if you aren’t particularly responsive to what he’s saying. “It’ll be better now. We can make it better.”

You hum against his neck noncommittal, the vibrations sending warmth through his chest. His hands roam your body, the snug fitting of his favourite dress hugging your body all too familiar to him. It’s muscle memory to trace the contours of your body beneath the black poplin, the gaps of lace giving him a peek to your dappled skin, and the slightly lower neckline still driving him crazy. His chinos hold his legs and give the silhouette of his muscles, tensing as he dances meek waltz steps, his body naturally leading the way for yours to follow, his shirt blowing open more as you hold him closer. His warmth is what you need, his body, his heart, all of him.

“I want to come back, we’ll make it work,” you whisper, toppling between your heels in what somehow resembles a slow dance to the music still coursing through your veins and making you alive.

‘In the morning I'll be with you

But it will be a different kind

'Cause I'll be holding all the tickets

And you'll be owning all the fines’

“Let's take the risk, sweet pea.”

His voice is no more than a hoarse whisper, illuminating your mind in places that you forgot, his words making your heart flutter. This is it, you love him and you have to go back with him.

‘Come on skinny love…’

“Maybe, “ you start, “Just maybe, this isn’t skinny love anymore.”

Reaching up on your tiptoes and cupping the back of his neck, gently tugging the hair at the nape, you bring his lips down to yours, finally meeting in a kiss, one that’s been months coming. He brings his palms up to your cheeks, holding and caressing while your eyes are squeezed shut, focussing on the deepening massage of his lips against yours. It’s so welcoming, so warming, so homely. This was definitely a risk worth taking.