#thomas turner

[pines-ghosts]

Youngest ⚙️🦇

“YOU ALREADY HAVE AN AU GOING ON AND NOW YOU MAKE A NEW ONE¡¡??” — YES YES SHUT UP I KNOW I HAVE NO CONTROL SHHHHH 🤫 🤐

Drawing them while listening “kokoro no tamago”🪄🪄🎀🎀

[nonsensical-pixels]

Donald Turner, the youngest son of a wealthy family, pulled the short straw in terms of inheritance when his parents died in a ‘suspicious’ car accident. It was only thanks to his family’s connections that he was able to find a ticket on the train to Redbud Bay, where he hopes to be able to start his own political lineage with his--actually wealthy heirress--wife Saffron. But with rumours swirling around the Mayor's finances, and Saffron's wandering eye, will Rachel and Tom have a good shot at a normal life?

just a random family photo to commemorate moving into the new house 💖

[warningsine]

The Belgian Congo. Zaire. The Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC). No matter the name currently in place, this country (ranked among Africa’s largest in terms of land mass) has garnered world renown for its sprawling jungles, majestic eastern lowland gorillas, and Muhammed Ali’s famous knockout win over heavyweight champion George Foreman in the capital of Kinshasa. Unfortunately, the DRC is even better known for extreme manifestations of the most unsavoury aspects of human nature: acts of appalling cruelty epitomized in a seemingly endless cycle of horrific sexual violence, persistent kleptocratic tendencies among the political leadership, and foreign-backed militia assaults which perpetuate a war that, to date, has killed well over 20 million people since the end of World War Two.

Within this dark framework begins the austerely titled book Congo by Thomas Turner. A deeply knowledgeable DRC Country specialist for non-government organization Amnesty International USA and author of The Congo Wars, Turner is an able guide with ample background on this nuanced region’s multi-faceted character. His writing is a rich examination of the key components of the Congolese state’s decrepitude: nightmarish patterns of sexual and physical violence, dishearteningly misallocated mineral and hydrocarbon deposits, politicized identity crises, and sour relationships with neighbouring countries (Burundi, Angola, Rwanda, and Uganda being prime foci). Few stones are left unturned as he systematically addresses a wide array of complex issues in an intelligent, readable manner.

Compact, information-dense, and frank, Congo mostly avoids (often dull) academic theorizing as concrete facts and figures are coolly unleashed at a prodigal rate. Turner has a way of keeping things moving, making the book an enjoyable read in spite of its undeniable rigour. Relative Africa novices – certainly a group in which this reviewer belongs – may find Turner’s frequent use of organizational acronyms, relentless blitz of complex Congolese names, and jumpy writing style a bit hard to handle at times (hopefully, a detailed list of abbreviations provided at the beginning of the text and meticulous explanatory notes highlighted at the conclusion will do much to remedy this), but this is probably necessary given the number of actors involved. Other criticisms, however, do not really come to mind; quite simply, this book is excellent.

The still-flailing Republic’s problems are deep-rooted, but some of the best documented cases commenced with the European ‘discovery’ of the Congo Free State. Under brutal Belgian rule, the Congolese people suffered mightily. The sheer scale of the cruelties visited on the colonized indigenous peoples – barbaric mass sexual violence, gruesome beheadings, and other atrocities – were facilitated by a hegemonic tripartite governance structure (Catholic Church, government administrators, and powerful state-backed corporate interests) that was corroborated by complicit international forces including the Americans and the French. Even independence, realized in 1960, brought little reprieve from misery and foreign political interference. Turner notes that “when newly independent Congo plunged into chaos in 1960, that chaos was Belgium’s fault in three main senses…Belgium had exported the controversy between Catholics and anti-clericals into its colonies [making governing under immense fragility all but impossible due to the lingering enmity between the two groups]…[in addition] Congo’s nascent elite had given almost no apprenticeship before being asked to direct the country.” Thirdly, and perhaps worst of all, Belgium continued to attempt to influence and destabilize the struggling region after liberation, thereby dooming the DRC’s prospects and ushering in disorder.

It is rare that one feels upset when reading an academic assessment on virtually any issue, but a chapter entitled “Congo’s War Against Women” will leave even the most hardened cynic queasy in the stomach. Congo holds the dubious distinction of being one of the worst places on Earth to be a woman, and plain-spoken Turner explicates the intricacies underlying this phenomena. It should be noted at this juncture, however, that men are certainly at risk of sexual violence too, even though data on male rapes is even more difficult to procure. Absent here is any single case of an outlying out-of-control militia, rogue child soldiers, or a depraved citizenry; instead, a picture emerges of a toxic concoction of foreign forces, civilians accustomed to lawlessness, abject poverty, patriarchal cultural customs, and government-backed entities that are all contributing to an anarchic fray which, ultimately, culminates in sky-high levels of HIV infection, countless women who cannot return to their loved ones due to the “shame” of being gang raped (often in front of their families or young children), and large numbers of unplanned pregnancies. Prospects going forward seem bleak; Turner contends that “the war against women is likely to continue, unless a modicum of order is restored to the country, and unless the Congolese address the multiple dimensions of culture that underpin and justify the war against women…[these can be summarized] as the culture of impunity, the culture of violence, and the culture of rape”. A sombre prophecy, but one that is depressingly well-backed by much available evidence.

While it will not evoke the same sensations of revulsion as the chapter on the state of Congolese women, a section on the Congolese resource curse is fascinating. Said curse is multi-dimensional. For one, certifying minerals as conflict-free is troublesome when a phenomenon known as re-exporting is pervasive (see this comparable story from Sierra Leone for further insight). The perennially meddling Rwandans and Ugandans use proxies to illicitly gain access to Congolese natural resources before sending them out into international markets – a trend with predictable outcomes of violence and debauchery. Equally engrossing is a debunking of what Turner believes to be overly simplistic marketing campaigns targeting conflict minerals. Although it certainly makes for a nice sound bite or news article, avoiding the purchase of coltan-laden cell phones or mineral-containing gaming consoles is somewhat incoherent and unlikely to resolve the substantive issues. Among other things, Turner believes that “the relationship between conflict minerals and sexual violence, in particular, however, is far less direct than the NGOs suggest…much of the [DRC] violence is not directly linked to minerals”.

Surveying the better-illuminated landscape at the end of the text, two things become clear. One, extremes of violence, destitution, and flawed governance are not going away any time soon. Indeed, it seems that the persistent chaos across Central Africa is likely to accelerate as various organizations jockey for a piece of the twenty-five trillion dollar resource wealth that the country holds and as the effects of climate change become more obvious. Counter-intuitively, the second finding is that there is limited cause of optimism over the long-term, likely an unexpected outcome to some readers of this largely pessimistic piece. Yes, DRC is a failed state, but recent experiences in the written-off-as-hopeless clan nation of Somalia show that change in even the most the difficult and radicalized of circumstances is possible. What will ultimately happen, however, is anyone’s guess – but we need not collectively forsake the DRC just yet.

[eymie]

PHOTOGRAPHER !

pairing: thomas webb x fem!reader

warnings: smut, nudes?? kinda, alcohol, dry humping, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), thats it i think

summary: you were a new york photoprapher and thomas lived in your apartment. and after one frustrating night you invite him into your room.

a/n: WHERE. IS. THE. MF. CALLUM. TURNER. FICS. i’ve been on this game since fantastic beasts. (ive found a few scrumptious callum fics and yk who u r @willyoubemycherryy) also i have not written in a hot minute and none of you expected this.

You lived on the story above Thomas. Not that you ever really noticed him at first, you were relatively new in the complex too. Sometimes you’d hear him having a conversation on the stairs with the old man from 2B. Mix of words you didn’t bother to put together.

Well, you didn’t care until you saw him for the first time. The old man from 2B liked to talk a lot, often chatting you up when you got home from work. Sometimes bringing up Thomas which you didn’t care for.

"He could use a nice girl like you.”

To which you would’ve scoffed. You heard someone running down the stairs, to which you met eye contact with Thomas. Wavy brown hair, pink cheeks, glasses that sort of turned you on.

The real New York type of guy, to be honest, your type of guy. His lips parted as he looked at you, a small nod and than sliding past you.

“Where you going Thomas,” He called out, to which Thomas turned around laughing.

“I gotta go, meeting up with Mimi.” Thomas turned on his heels to leave until he was stopped again by the man.

“I want you to meet me friend.” The man gestured to you, Thomas smiling at you in return.

“No, it’s alright. I have to get going.” You smiled back, walking to the door where Thomas stood. You brushed past him, your clothes brushing his own.

“Where?” Thomas asked, furrowing his brows.

“Around, I’m a photographer.”

That’s how it started. After that, coincidentally you ran into Thomas a lot more after that. Usually alone, and to that he’d usually greet you and say hi. After a specifically draining day, a frustrating one at that, he ran into you in the front door.

He rubbed his eyes, apologizing and then he started talking. Going off about something you honestly didn’t care much about. You liked hearing him talk. You didn’t mean to say it, but you did.

“Wanna talk about it? In my room.” It came out like word vomit, immediately embarrassed. You watched his eyes for a second, not even processing his nod.

You grabbed his hands pulling him up to your apartment, dragging him close behind you. His hand was big compared to yours, you weren’t surprised you had already noticed he was a lot taller than you.

Your anxiety kicked in when you struggled to unlock the door. Him peering over your neck, watching you struggle with your keys. You felt his lips brush your neck slightly, your panties dampening.

You flung your door open a little too excited, a small laugh leaving his lips. He followed you in, to which you immediately grabbed your alcohol off the shelf.

When you turned around, Thomas caught you off-guard, pressing his lips to yours. It was quick, aggressive a bit, which you assumed was probably from nerves. He was quick to shake his head and apologize.

"Shit, I'm sorry." He mumbles, looking down at his shoes. You examine his face, his expression. You hand him the full bottle of alcohol off your counter, to which he takes from you with ease. "Thanks--"

You pull him back down, pressing your lips harder to his than he had before. You threaded your fingers through his hair, slightly tugging on it making him groan into the kiss. He still held the bottle in his hand, but his free hand slid to your waist.

He had you pressed against your counter, nowhere to move. His tongue slid over your bottom lips, you parted your lips allowing him to slip it in. Pressing and sliding against your own making you moan softly into the kiss.

Thomas pulled away, taking a sip of the alcohol, furrowing his brows at the taste. He placed it back on the counter beside you, who was breathless and needy.

He tilted your chin back up, pulling you back into another heated kiss. Both hands now free, groping whatever he could. You could taste the alcohol on his tongue, his kiss was intoxicating.

His hand slid up your skirt, tracing the apex of your thighs. His fingers slowly slide up to the wet patch of your panties. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”

"Thomas," You gasp, pulling away from the kiss. He trails down your jawline and neck, leaving soft wet kisses. He hums into your skin, hands pulling your waist closer to his body. "Wait--"

"What?" He was barely audible, too busy tainting your skin with his marks which you would certainly cover up the next day.

"l don’t know," You gasp, his tongue running over the mark he had just left. You feel him smile into your skin, a small laugh leaving his lips. His fingers sliding over your panties, pressing onto your clothed clit.

"Do you want me to stop?" He pulls away looking at your flustered face. His hand pulling away from the apex of your thighs, sliding up your waist and under your shirt.

“No,” You were too quick to answer, a small laugh leaving his lips. The way Thomas kissed you felt urgent, like he needed you now and he could’ve wait. And if you knew any better you would’ve known why.

You walked backwards to your bedroom, never breaking the hungry kiss. His hands were large, pulling at your waist. Your hand pulled back to push the door open further, backing into your small room. He turned you, pushing you against the white door, shutting it with your body weight.

You let out a soft moan as his knee slotted between your thighs, pressing into your clothed his. His hands travelled down to your hip, pulling your cunt harder onto his rough pants.

“Look at you, getting off on my thigh.” You whined at his words, a wet patch forming on the fabric of his pants.

“Thomas, I want you—“

“I know,” He mumbles against your lips. Thomas was usually quick when it came to sex, at least with the foreplay but he wanted to take it slow so bad. Talk you through it. “Don’t worry, gonna fuck you.”

“Now,” You move your head to the side to give him more room to mark your neck. His hand slides up to cradle your jaw, lips attacking your skin.

“Not yet,” His hot breath against your skin, lips pressing to your neck.

Thomas’ hands slid under your thighs, you jump up wrapped your legs around his waist, His fingers press into your skin, holding you up against him. Your arms wrap around his neck as he tosses you down on the mattress.

“Take off your clothes, okay?” You nod in reply and quickly pull off your skirt and panted as he pulls off his shirt. You pull off your own shirt, tossing it onto the hardwood floor next to his discarded clothes.

You look up to see Thomas, pulling off his pants leaving him in his tented boxers. You suddenly feel yourself getting hotter than before.

It was in a flash, he was on top of you, hot skin against yours. His hands pried your thighs apart then slid up to your bra clad chest. He slid his fingers under your bra while he nipped at your jaw. His glasses were still on and pressed into your skin

Your fingers slid up to pull his glasses off his face, to which he tried to resist. “I can’t see without those.”

“Shut up,” You cut him off with a kiss, fingers tangling in his brown hair. His glasses were held in your free hand, falling against the pillow beside you.

He broke the kiss, still brushing his plump lips against yours before speaking. “Put them on.”

You knew what he meant but you ignored him, pushing him on his back instead. You climbed onto his lap, your hands pushing him down against the mattress.

You placed his glasses on your face, they made your vision blurrier and you wanted to see him. You went to pull them off but he gripped your wrist, pulling your hands away from your face.

His cock twitched through the fabric of his boxers, you slowly grinded your hips in return. A small whimper left his lips, his eyes shut. You slid you hand up his body to his lips, your pointer finger slowly parting his lips.

You watched as his eyebrows furrowed, parting his lips for you. You roll your hips again and you listen as another soft groan leaves his lip. You smiled, leaning down to press your lips to his. Deep in the kiss, your hands slide to slowly his boxers down allowing his cock to spring out.

Your lips parted at the sight of his hard cock, pre-cum drooling down the tip. His large hands slid up your waist and pulled you down onto his cock. Your wet folds sliding across his length .

“Want you inside,” You whined, nails gripping his chest. He bit back any noises, nodding at your request and let go of your hips. You bit your lip, positioning his tip at your entrance.

“What do you want?” He asked with a smirk, a little too amused for your own liking. You tried to sink down but he had a firm grip on yours hips stopping you.

“Please, need it.” You whine, trying against but his grip on your hips stopped you from it. You clenched your jaw in frustration at his lack of sympathy.

“Want me to fuck your pussy?” He asked with a small laugh, you scoffed in return.

“You’re too vulgar.”

“I’m about to be inside you, what type of vulgarity would you prefer?”

“Shut up—“ You didn’t get to finish before his hands were pulling your hips down, his tip pushing past your entrance. Your mouth fell agape and your eyes were shut closed. You whimpered at the slight sting, he was bigger than you expected.

“Yeah, take it like a slut.” He smirked, watching as he bottomed out, stretching your cunt wide open. God, he wished he had his glasses on to see how your cunt looked around him.

You didn’t noticed his hand fumbling onto the night table, grabbing your old camera you retired from taking photos. The flash made you squint through his glasses.

The small photo came up on the screen, your perfect body sitting on his cock, tits full and being held in his free hand. He was saving that for later. He put the camera back on the nightstand, hands trailing up to steal his glasses back but you grabbed his wrist.

“I don’t think so.” You swatted him away, adjusting his glasses on your face. Your vision still just as blurry as his own.

“I wanna see you.” He whined, leaning back on his elbows, squinting back at you.

“The photo for later wasn’t enough?” You tease.

“Come on, give me my glasses so I can fuck you.”

You pushed him back down on the bed, raising your hips before dropping them. A groan slipping from his lips as his head falls back on the pillow, bucking his hips up.

“Fuck me, Thomas.” You whined, grinding your clit into his pelvis. His nails dug into your hips leaving red crescent shaped marks. His lips were parted, head back as you rode him. "Please."

With that he flipped you onto your back, pressing your legs to your chest. The small room was filled with obscene noises and the slapping of skin. He thrusted his length into you harder, pulling you to meet his thrusts.

"Fucking begging for it," He grunted, his tip pressing into your sweet spot. Strained moans left your lips, despite your best effort to keep quiet. New York apartments had thin walls.

Your hand slapped against your mouth to muffle the loud moan that had just left your lips. His hand slid to your wrist, sloppily grabbing it and pinning it above your head.

"Don't hold back," He ordered, lips connecting to yours to swallow your moans and whines. His free hand travelled down from where he pinned your legs to your clit, pressing your sensitive bud.

"Fuck--" You moaned, the knot in your stomach tightening. His thumb rubbed your clit harshly, pressing his thumb hard against it. "So close."

"Come for me, baby." His lips brushed against yours, his saliva coating your kiss-swollen lips.

A gasp left your lips, then a strained whine. Your walls clenched around his cock, the knot coming undone. Your head thrown back against your pillow as he fucked you through your orgasm.

"Yeah baby, just like that. Come for me." His whispered into your skin, your hips bucking against his thrusts. He pressed soft kisses into your skin as you arched off the mattress. His hands travelled to the arch of your back, rubbing your spine. "So good for me."

You fell back to the mattress, soft whimpers leaving you between your pants. His hand left your sensitive clit instead holding your hips as he neared his own orgasm. Pulling out, his hot seed coating your thighs and stomach.

"Give me back my glasses, I wanna see that photo."

[chelestials]

nothing is more humbling when you’re watching an edit of your favorite actor and then the screen goes black and you see yourself on your screen basically thirsting over them

[maxmcyfield]

Callum Turner in The Only Living Boy in New York (2017)

[diioonysus]

castles + art

[just-your-casual-nerd]

Joe, you are the sweetest and most loving man. You cheer on the women of the BAU in the show and in real life. All the love and support to them is amazing. You're the true papa of the BAU ♥️

[carnevol]

[luvlydeja]

BOAF BITCH🤭✌🏾💕

TikTok Creater: @editzbybellz

[taylormarieee]

Stalker Thomas Webb

Summary: Your the new girl and you've just moved into this apartment in New York to get away from your parents and it seems you have a cute stalker...

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairings: Thomas Webb x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Thomas being a stalker, confrontation, suggestive throughout the entire fic, reader being a tease, Thomas being a needy boy, Thomas playing dumb/ hard to get, Mimi being jealous, almost smut...tehehe maybe part 2?

You were so happy to finally be free of the toxic relationships in your life. Your mom, your dad, and even your ex boyfriend. You were free, finally free.

You loved reading and writing and you felt as though you could achieve your passion, your goal to be a writer here in New York. Your mom never accepted it, a small town girl could never possibly make it big.

But you wanted to prove her wrong. You wanted your name in the paper and to be in interviews and to finally show them at you did mean something, that you had talent, that you actually had what it takes to be successful.

Yea, you were a small town girl but you were going to show them that small town girls can make it big! You finally got an apartment. Your apartment number was 2c. You were so happy.

You even made a friend. His name was Thomas. He lived in the Apartment two doors down from you. He was like you.

College dropouts, suckers for writing, lovers for books, you guys were destined to be friends.

But Thomas wanted something more. Even if he did just meet you 2 days ago, he wanted to feel every inch of your body on his body. He wanted you so close that your souls were touching.

He craved you, needed you. So whenever you went out, he went out as well. Constantly stalking and seeing what you were up too. But what Thomas didn't notice was that he wasn't exactly being sneaky or discreet about his stalking.

You constantly saw him and at first you just thought you guys were in the same place coincidently but then you started noticing him everywhere. Places he usually wouldn't be.

You found it quite cute because you wanted to be more than just friends with Thomas too! Yea, you guys have known each other for like 2 weeks now but he was incredibly attractive and you just wanted to suck the life out of him.

Prune him of every last drop of cum he has in his body. Make his dick twitch with overstimulation and anticipation. You wanted it badly but when was the right time?

Eventually when his stalking decided to get more frequent, you decided to confront him. You hid behind a wall waiting for him to turn the corner. When he did you jumped out with a "Boo!" and he stumbled back.

You began to laugh and his face got red. "Hey Thomas... why you stalking me, hmm?" you asked in the sweetest voice.

He's blushing heavily now, 'dammit you knew, he's screwed'.

"W-What do you mean y/n? I wasn't f-following you." He falters and you find it kinda cute. You smile at him and get closer to him. "Oh really? You've been following me for 2 and a half weeks now baby... why deny it? I'm not mad...I find it adorable actually."

He gulps and you can physically hear his heart beating. You get closer to him and your eyes rake up and down his body. A smirk creeps it's way onto his face as he questions, "Your not mad?" He asks.

You shake your head 'no' and he smiles even wider. "that's good. Was planning on doing it a lil longer." He says.

"Why stalk me when were neighbors. If you wanna fuck me just ask." You respond. His eyes grow wide at your statement. 'You caught him' he thought.

That's exactly what he wanted. For some reason he couldn't verbalize it with you. He wanted to make sure you weren't seeing anyone and now that his fear has been denied, he can have you all to himeself.

"What makes you think I wanna fuck you? Hmm?" He asks with a smirk on his face and it only grows wider when yours falters. You look around and shuffle nervously but then as you opened your mouth to say something, some girl turned the corner.

"Thomas, what's going on here?" She asks. She's short but maye the same height as you. Short black hair and melanin skin that glowed in the sunlight.

"Oh hey Mimi." He says breaking his eye contact away from you to face her. 'So this was mimi... the girl that couldn't get her fucking feelings straight,' you thought. She was pretty but Thomas deserved better in your opinion.

"Who are you? and Thomas what the hell!? You were supposed to meet me today at the cafe. I saw you walk by but you didn't come in so I decided to follow you." she says looking between you and Thomas.

"This is my new friend," he says introducing you by your name. "I'm hanging out with her. I totally forgot about the cafe today, my bad." He says.

You scoot a little closer to Thomas to let a woman pass by she mutters out an 'Excuse me' and you smile and gladly move out her way. You grab Thomas' hand to make sure that the lady didn't have to say it again.

Mimi's line of eyesight drops down and you notice your still holding Thomas's hand. You let go of his hand and smile at him. "Me and Nick broke up. Wanted to tell you that today..." She says looking everywhere but Me and Thomas.

"Did you?" He says looking dead at her. She looks up and makes eye contact with him. "Your supposed to be more excited than that. I broke up with him because I got into Croatia and I want you to come with me!" she says as we stand there.

You can tell she's fuming. It's like right out of a forbidden love story except there usually standing in the rain. Shes mad at you. feels as if you are taking Thomas away from her when he was her's first.

But she can't be mad when she blew it, she is the cause to this whole situation. Thomas wanted her. Badly, and she blew it.

"I have a confession to make." Thomas says. You are looking at Mimi but realize he's not looking at her. He's looking at you.

"I love you. I've loved you since the first time I saw you walk into your apartment. Since the first time we made eye contact I knew. I knew I needed to be with you. So I followed you. Everywhere. More than 2 and a half weeks. I followed you to find out what you liked and what your routine was." He confesses. Your heart swells and you smile.

"I know I seem weird and out of place and I probably sound like a complete creep but, I really do love you. I'm so in love with you that it hurts." He finishes his confession with a sigh and your smile only gets wider.

"I love you too Thomas. I've loved you since I first saw you grabing your mail and talking to that nice old man in 2b. I'm in love with you too Thomas Webb. So much I might cry cuz I felt like I couldn't have you because of her." You say motioning to mimi.

Mimi drops her head as she realizes she's too late. She confessed to Thomas and he found someone else. He really was a good man, guess it was just the right person at the wrong time.

You hug Thomas not wanting to kiss him in front of Mimi to make her feel bad. She says goodbye to Thomas before getting a cab.

He feels bad now but if she’s leaving she most likely won’t come back. He grabs your hand and you both start running towards your apartment as it did start to rain.

When you both got inside the apartment complex, you both laughed as you were both drenched due to the rain.

"I need you... god I've waited so long." Thomas confesses. Your eyes twinkle and you smile.

But you realize that this is all happening a little to fast. As much as you wanted to give into the throbbing between your legs, you needed a tiny bit of time to think.

Before you could answer he kisses you and pushes you against the door. Your hands find purchase on his chest. his muscles and abs being see through because of his wet shirt.

You kiss him back eagerly as you taste cherry on his lips. You break the kiss and suck on that sweet spot on his neck and jaw. Marking him as yours.

He moans in your ear as he lifts you up to straddle his waist. You lock lips with him again before realizing what you were going to say to him.

"T-Thomas baby, wait... wait a second." You say out of breath. He hums and looks at you. "W-What? what's wrong?"

"This is going a little too fast hmm? Lemme just think about this cause mimi is still plaguing my mind and I feel bad. I want you so badly but let's freshen up and come over later tonight yea... to finish what we started ok?" You say with a little smirk on your face.

You kiss him one more time before adjusting his glasses and kissing his nose. He smiles and slaps your ass before he makes his way to the door.

"Your lucky I love you... I'll wait just a little longer for you." He says before smiling and closing the door. You giggle to yourself and make your way to your bedroom.

Oh how you longed to see him again... feel him just one more time...

Taglist: @emmaafinchh @dustbunniess @willyoubemycherryy

[pines-ghosts]

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EJ has tons of free time because he already finished school 🏫 (due to his intellectual level he was like 2 years ahead)

[willyoubemycherryy]

𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬♡︎♥︎♡︎ ૮꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১@inlovewithdilfss➬ 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒖𝒕 𝒘 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑾𝒆𝒃𝒃

ꨄ“𝐴𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡?”

𝑰𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔: 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌, 𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒆, 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 ✪𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒔3𝒙, 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕3𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒒𝒖1𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒔, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒐 😇𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏<333

⚠︎︎☢︎︎ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴘʀᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʟ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ⵊ ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇʟʏ ʟᴏsᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs😭

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He wasn’t even supposed to remember. It was just a little offhand comment you made to get him to cooperate at the dentist while he was high off his face on pain meds.

“Just- behave well now and when we get home you can have anything you want”, praying your bribe worked as his hazy eyes lit up.

“Anything I want?”, he asked as a dopey grin spread across his face, making the gauze in his mouth puff his cheeks and you smile, nodding back. See? Harmless.

So why a month later, when it’s laundry day and all you have on is a huge shirt and a thong, is he finally cashing in his forgotten favor?

Thomas’s thumb caressed your jaw as he lifted your face closer to his with the other digits hooked under your chin. It was hard to think with him so close but you try to pay attention.

“I know it’s been a while but,” Thomas pauses, leaning down and brushing his lips across your jaw up to your ear, chuckling lowly when he feels you shiver before continuing whispering directly in your ear.

“I know what I want now”.

Your heart skips a beat and you swallow hard. Endless ideas for what he could want race through your head so fast it makes you dizzy. Thomas raises his other hand to press you flush against his body, smirking at the debauched look on your face before clearing his throat. You snap out of it, finally asking him what he wanted while at the same time realizing there isn’t much he could ask for and not get from you.

The slow drags of his thumb on your face stop as he moves his hand to wrap around your throat. Thomas’s hand is so big that his middle and thumb almost touch as he squeezes. Pure heat slots through your body, clit throbbing, nipples hard and you whine; pouty glossed mouth dropping open with your doe eyes looking into his dark blue ones. He’s going to enjoy this.

“I’m gonna fuck your throat…n you’re gonna be a good girl f’me while I do. K baby?” He coos down at your unfocused eyes, shifting your body so he grinds his clothed bulge against the front of your panties, biting his lip at the friction and sounds coming from you. You two have done a lot to each other but he’s never fucked your throat..so naturally you’re a bit insecure because your not sure how it would work. There’s no way it’s the same as when you normally sucked him off, right?

“B-but-“ Thomas cuts off your objection with a wet lick up from your jaw to your ear, swirling the wet muscle around and your eyes nearly roll from the pleasure. Tightening his hand, he gently reminds you,

“Anything I want’. That’s what you said no?” You nod and he rewards you with a bruising hickey, firmly holding your ass massaging the fat to help you rub your clit on him. You’re so wet it stains the front of his pants and he’s willing to bet that you’ll cum just off him fucking your skull. The image alone makes his cock throb.

Stopping your movements, Thomas ignores your whines, walking over to the couch to sit; spreading his legs as he takes you in.

“Get on your knees..crawl to me.”

The way you obey immediately has his blood rushing so hard he feels lightheaded. Your ass sways nice and pretty for him with your deep arch and soon enough, you’re right there. Nuzzling his cock almost drunkenly, licking over the fabric and Thomas groans. Swearing he can practically feel your tongue already.

“Oh you little slut.” Thomas mutters with a low growl, a sleazy look appearing as his large hands undo his zipper, letting you pull his pants down the rest of the way.

The sight of his fat dick dribbling pre made you lick your lips as you move to hold him.

 A pleased groan rises up from Thomas at the soft touch of your hands on his throbbing length, fingers hardly able to wrap around him as you spit on it. Jerking him off, you lean in with plush glossy lips to place a lingering kiss on his sensitive tip.

 Electricity shoots up Thomas’s spine as you press your slick pouty lips into his spongy flesh, another spurt of pre shoots out of it, splattering across your cheek.

 Slowly and lovingly, you made your way down the length of his log, sucking smooching pecks on the hot flesh and lashing your wet tongue across throbbing veins, and by the time you make it to the base, precum is leaking out steadily, soaking your hand.

 Bringing your heart shaped face beneath Thomas’s cock, you placed one more kiss on of his fat balls. Fuck. He was going to snap. Your mouth was smart in more ways than one as you suddenly licked up; enveloping him in wet heat, your mouth stretching as you suck him off. Pausing as you struggled to get to the base.

Thomas threw his head back, fogging his glasses up with a moan before looking back down at you. Your eyes were teary and almost blank as you moaned around him. The vibrations give him goosebumps as he grit his teeth in pleasure, trying to reel himself in but gives up when you push your tongue out, laving along the underside of his cock in drooling, hot, strokes as you try to go deeper and whining like every bit of the broken whore he’s about to turn you into when you try- and fail- to make yourself gag on him. Grabbing your hair, he bites his lip. Tossing his restraint out the window in the same second he shoves your head down, relishing in your wet chokes, suffocating his cock.

 “Fuck!” Thomas curses as he feels his fat meat be nearly crushed in the tight humid confines of your throat, spongy flesh pressing against saliva slathered walls and stuffing flushed cheeks.

Your throat was so tight, so wet, so warm- his eyes roll back as he sighs blissfully. “Theeeere we go…making me feel so good..my nasty little slut”, his dirty praise is barely heard through your gags and the ringing in your ears but you’re in heaven.

Pulling your hair, Thomas takes himself from your twitching mouth until only his fat tip remained, grunting again with debauched pleasure as he shoves his cock back down your esophagus.

Your lashes flutter as Thomas pulls your constricting throat back off his length, a burning heat building up between your naked thighs at being so thoroughly used.

Each thrust sent his rod deeper into your over-stretched wind-pipe, more of the vein marbled skin disappearing past your O stretched mouth; and each time his member’s bulbous head plowed deeper, it spewed out a thick rope of pre, blasting down into your stomach.

Your hands that had been hanging limply at your sides made their way between your thighs, disappearing under your soaked panties, moaning as you began pumping slick fingers into the sopping folds of your cunt.

The filthy sounds of your self-induced pleasure also heightened his own, your sounds causing the wet velvety walls of your overstuffed throat to vibrate around his pumping shaft.

 “Ohh, you gonna cum?” Thomas rasped out, fucking faster, buzzing from how fucked out you looked as he used you like a fleshlight. “Yeah, yeah you are.” He groaned out seeing the puddle dripping beneath your pussy.

Feeling his balls beginning to rise in their sack, Thomas redoubles his efforts, pumping the your sweet face up and down on his engorged shaft making your eyes widen, messy face a near blur as he pumped it on his fat cock. With one last shove down onto your head, Thomas pushed your stuffed face down all the way to the base, your nose pressing into his groin, sweaty forehead pressing against his stomach.

The moment you felt his cum down your throat, your body seized up, watering eyes rolling back as an orgasm shot like a freight train through you.

 Hot, shimmering clear liquid sprayed out from your finger stuffed cunny, ruining the carpet beneath.

 “Shit!!” Thomas curses, pulling your stuffed face up his climaxing cock a short length before slamming it back down to the base, making you gag profusely as he dumps another stream of nut into your stomach.

Thomas pumps your head on the base of his meat in short jerks, moaning as he emptied his balls into you until in one swift motion, pulling you off his length, smeared messy gloss plumped lips dragging over veiny flesh until his head popped out from between them, still coming.

 Gripping his huge shaft, Thomas aims at your dazed face, messy and tear stained, your open mouth waiting to get filled with baby-batter.

 Straight and true the next rope of cum shot from him, landing across your open mouth, soon followed by another, and another, until a thick mask of the creamy stuff hid your lewd visage.

 “God Damn!” He breathed, as the last drops spurted out from his cock onto your pretty nut slathered face, your body still spasming from the force of your own orgasm.

Leaning back on the couch, he took a minute to catch his breath; watching you happily suck him off your fingers until he takes off his own shirt to clean your face, checking as he does.

“Fuck that was- no wait, are you okay? Was I too rough? Anything hurt?” You let him pull you up on the couch with him, a stupid grin on your face before you go to speak,

“..mm can’t believe you fucked my skull- felt s’good.” Your words are slurred but what makes Thomas wince is how painful your voice sounds, hoarse and raspy.

He settles you down while you make goo goo eyes at him, flushed because he just…yeah.

“Here, sorry, I-I’ll go make you some hot tea.” And then he’s gone and your left wondering why you didn’t try face-fucking sooner.

♡︎ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ, ᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀ😌

[superawesome40]

What started as a simple question of ‘How many children has Bruce Wayne had over the years?’ has turned into approximately 56 sticky notes on my wall in a vague timeline for an AU where they all exist…

So far I’ve only done the birthdays of the kids/some grandkids, bio parent deaths, and who moved in when, as well as Jason’s revival and the first overnight stay of two bio-kids who’s mothers have shared custody. I still at the very least need to do adoption dates, significant relationship dates, significant hero-related events, canon events, canon events, and other such details.

Send help.

[floralcyanide]

ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇ ᴅᴀʏᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs — ᴛʜᴏᴍᴀs ᴡᴇʙʙ

thomas webb x afab!reader (nsfw)

You share a cigarette with the cute boy from your apartment building.

✣ warnings: smut, hints to penetrative sex at the end, alcohol consumption, cigarette smoking, female anatomy described, fingering, masturbation, oral sex (m receiving), throat fucking

✣ word count: 2k

✣ author’s note: wrote this monthsssss ago, decided to post it. (I'm still on hiatus, though.)

masterlist | divider credit: @cafekitsune

this fic has been cross posted to ao3.

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

“You mind if I uh, bum one off you?” a tall boy asks from next to you. You hadn’t noticed his presence.

You’ve been sitting on the couch that’s out back behind your apartment building, smoking a cigarette or two. It had been a long day at work. You study the boy closer and notice he has a pair of glasses perched on his nose and freckles dotting his face.

“Sure,” you say, “for a quarter.”

His face falls briefly before he goes to fish out a coin from his pocket. He pauses when you start to laugh, “I was joking! Of course you can have one.”

He mutters an “Oh” before scratching his neck nervously.

Your eyes rake over him for a moment before you face forward again, taking a drag off the cigarette you had lit just before the boy walked up. Well, perhaps not a boy, but he has such boyish charm. From how he carries himself to how he smiles at you when you hand him one of your menthols. You’ve seen him around before as he lives in your building. But the two of you have never shared a word. Sometimes, you’ve gone to have a smoke out here and seen him with your neighbor, W.F., so you would quietly close the door and go back upstairs. The two of them seem to be close friends, and you’d rather not intrude. Your neighbor sits down next to you and puts the cigarette in his mouth, which you light for him. 

“Thanks,” he says after taking a puff.

“What’s your name again?” you ask suddenly. Not knowing his name and being his neighbor bothers you for some reason.

“Thomas,” he says, “Thomas Webb.”

“Gotcha,” you nod and introduce yourself.

The next time you see Thomas, he checks his mail as you sit on the staircase to escape your stuffy apartment. You strike up a conversation for a little while, then go about your day. The time after that, he invites you to go to a friend’s wedding. He didn’t have anyone to tag along with and didn’t want to go alone. But this also gave him the chance to get to know you better. Thomas wasn’t going to lie; he’s always thought you were attractive. Seeing you in the halls and outside all the time made him want to talk to you. But he never had the chance until recently, by total happenstance. You accept his invitation to the wedding and head back upstairs to your place to celebrate quietly. Thomas is a cutie; being his plus one at a wedding has made your week. 

When the wedding rolls around, you struggle to pick out an outfit. You’re down between a somewhat short cocktail dress that’s a deep color or a more comfortable dress that’s a muted color. After trying both on, you decide the comfy dress is the way to go. You finish getting ready and meet Thomas outside the apartment building. 

“Wow,” Thomas gulps, taking in your appearance, “You look- wow.”

You give him a complete view of your outfit, “You don’t look so bad yourself, Thomas,” you say, smoothing out his lapels.

Thomas hails a taxi to the venue, and you climb inside the backseat with him. Your knee touches his the entire ride, and the subtle contact is electrifying. Part of you desperately wants to get your hands on him, but you also know better than that. If there’s alcohol at the wedding, which there probably will be, you’ll have to fight tooth and nail to keep your hands to yourself. 

The wedding is going swimmingly, and you and Thomas are two drinks in after the ceremony. At one point, you’re standing fairly close to him. Not enough for you to fall into him, but close enough for Thomas to wrap an arm around your waist and mold you into his side comfortably. You feel warm and fuzzy about it. It’s been a while since you’ve really liked someone, and your body is definitely reacting to the closeness. You and Thomas decide to take a shot because why not? You don’t have to drive home, and everyone at the function seems to be having a great time, especially the groom’s uncle, who is now clambering on stage to make a speech. 

You and Thomas tap the shot glasses on the table before tossing them back, and then you order another round. You are so grateful the bar is free. As the groom’s uncle spews on in a drunken stupor, you and Thomas settle on a beer as your final drink before heading out. You both watch the uncle for a few moments before Thomas speaks up, “Wanna get out of here?”

You nod, “Definitely.”

How buzzed you are doesn’t really hit until you step outside into the cool spring air. Thomas hails the taxi home, and you both decide to go to your place to hang out. You’re leaning heavily into Thomas in the backseat, your head on his shoulder. He has an arm around you, his fingers lightly stroking the fringed hem of your dress. He drunkenly wishes to see what’s underneath the fabric.

After paying, you both carefully climb out of the taxi and go upstairs to your apartment. You fumble the keys for a moment before finally unlocking the door. Thomas takes in the appearance of your apartment and decides it’s definitely your vibe. You had ducked into the kitchen to retrieve a liquor bottle, and when you returned, Thomas was splayed on the couch. 

You raise the bottle, “Another shot?” 

“Sure,” Thomas gives you a lopsided smile.

He admires you as you pour two shots into random shot glasses you have, his gaze drinking you in. You hand him the shot, and your fingers brush against his briefly. Your eyes meet, and you keep eye contact even through taking the shot.

“What?” you ask, stifling a giggle.

“Nothing,” Thomas shrugs, “You’re just really beautiful.”

“Oh, really?” you move around the coffee table to sit next to him on the couch, your thighs pressed against one another, “Tell me more.”

Thomas chuckles nervously, “Um, well, you have a great personality too.”

“Uh huh,” you place a daring hand on his thigh, not too close, of course, but it’s enough to set a fire in Thomas’ belly, “I like your personality too.”

Thomas swallows thickly, the alcohol settling in him and making him a little brave. He tucks some hair behind your ear, “So pretty.”

You decide now is the time to be bold, “You know what would make me prettier?”

“Enlighten me, what would possibly make you prettier?” Thomas asks you.

“Me choking on your cock,” you say plainly, staring into his eyes and gauging his reaction.

Thomas bites his lip and exhales through his nose, nodding his head, “Yeah, that would definitely make you much prettier.”

You two start laughing but slowly stop when Thomas grabs a hold of your face. You’re curled up into his side and are quite close already. It doesn’t take much for him to capture your lips with his. Your hand finds Thomas’ hair, and you immediately curl your fingers in it as the other grips his thigh. Thomas slides his tongue along your bottom lip, and you allow him to explore your mouth with it. As the kiss deepens, you climb onto Thomas’ lap, his somewhat thin black trousers making contact with your barely clothed warmth. Thomas grips your hips and nearly bruises you with his thumbs when he feels you beginning to throb against him. You take control of the kiss and suck Thomas’ tongue between your lips, where you begin to bob your head along it. The motion makes his pants tighten. 

“God, I need it,” Thomas pulls away, gasping for air.

“Need what?” you ask, your hands pressed to his chest.

“Your mouth,” Thomas says, his face flushed.

You loosen the tie around Thomas’ neck before discarding it, unbuttoning his dress shirt. He pulls off the blazer and his shirt, and you stand up and climb off his lap. You settle yourself on the floor in front of the couch, your knees planted firmly in the fluffy rug underneath you. You wait, eagerly eyeing Thomas as he slowly stands up and unfastens his pants. When he pulls himself out, you’re glad you’re drunk enough to take his considerable length like a champ. Sober, you would’ve been nervous about it. You scoot up close to him, grabbing his rock-hard cock before kitten licking the tip to tease him. Thomas’ hands fly into your hair as you lick the precum and swirl it around his head. 

You pull away for a moment, “Feel free to fuck my throat. I don’t mind it,” you flutter your eyelashes up at Thomas, who suddenly feels like he’s won the jackpot.

“O-okay,” he says, moving his fingers through your hair to grab hold of your head in preparation.

Without warning, you begin to take Thomas into your mouth, inching as much as you can until he hits the back of your throat. He takes a moment to calm his breathing before he slowly bucks his hips forward. You move your head along to his thrusts, making Thomas moan gutturally. His fingernails scrape your scalp as he sets a steady pace. You can’t help but spread your knees a little so you can reach under your dress to stroke your clit as Thomas fucks your throat. He isn’t going too fast, so he doesn’t hurt you, but you aren’t that patient. You slam your nose into his pelvis, gagging around his length as you pick up the pace for him. Bobbing your head, you relax around Thomas to allow him to indulge fully. You grip his thigh with your free hand as he thrusts into your mouth faster, the sound of you gurgling around him sending him into overdrive. Tears stream down your face as you swipe your clit with two fingers, your moans vibrating around Thomas’ cock perfectly. 

“Lift your dress, let me see,” Thomas says, breathless.

You do as told and allow Thomas to see you playing with your cunt with your underwear pushed to the side. He grabs both sides of your head and fucks into you almost violently, just like you wanted. You’re a moaning, gagging mess as you let Thomas use you to get off. You feel yourself growing impossibly wet as your climax inches closer. 

“Where do you want it?” Thomas asks, unsure of where to cum.

You say nothing and instead, grab his balls to massage them and bring him over the edge. You want him to cum down your throat. And with that last light squeeze that you give him, Thomas is unloading into you, his cum warm in the column of your throat. Thomas kneels down to your level when he realizes you haven’t cum yet, replacing your hand with his. You lean into his chest, wiping at your face as you cry out in pleasure when Thomas plunges two fingers inside you. He uses his thumb to rub your clit, curling his digits in your tight and dripping cunt. Your face is buried in his neck as he brings you to your orgasm, the image of Thomas’ own climax from moments ago playing in your head as your body trembles.

Thomas strokes your hair as you come down, and you both catch your breath. 

“You were right; you really are much prettier choking on me,” Thomas smirked, and you laughed into his neck, “But I think you’d be downright gorgeous taking me inside you.”

“Fuck, you’re smooth,” you mumble, pulling away from Thomas and gazing at him through hooded eyes, “Get on the couch.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Thomas backs up onto the couch and you climb on top of him, not wasting a single second before you fully seat yourself on his length.

You should share cigarettes with cute guys more often.

[milliondollarwomen]

Fateful Meetings

Thomas Webb x Reader

Word Count 2.6k

Hello! This is something I wrote up the other night cause I feel there isn't a whole lot about Callum Turner. This is just an intro and if you guys like it I will write more! Enjoy.

A knot of anxiety tightened in the pit of your stomach as the soft morning light poured through your apartment's transparent drapes and spread across the space. You had decided to meet up with your ex-boyfriend today, and while you were excited about the possibility, you were also worried.The nerves were unshakeable. And if things went wrong? What if you felt exposed and raw because old wounds reopened? You felt a mixture of excitement and fear at the prospect of confronting your history. You grabbed the bag tremblingly and made your way toward the door, each step felt more difficult than the last. You took a deep breath and ventured out onto Manhattan's busy streets, ready to take on whatever the day might bring. Even with all of your anxiety, there was a glimmer of optimism that perhaps, just possibly, this encounter would provide the closure you had been longing for.

You rounded the corner, lost in thought, only to crash into someone coming from the opposite direction. Your bag and other items fell to the ground, and you let out a startled gasp, your heart racing as you struggled to regain your balance. "I'm so sorry!" you exclaimed, crouching down to gather your fallen belongings, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. A stranger knelt beside you, offering a friendly smile as he helped collect the scattered books. "No worries, happens to the best of us," he said, his voice warm and reassuring. As you reached for a stray book, your fingers brushed against his, sending a strange jolt of electricity through you. You looked up, meeting the stranger's gaze, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. "Thomas," he introduced himself, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "Nice to meet you, Thomas," you replied, returning the smile, though your heart still raced from the unexpected encounter.You packed up your things and headed to the coffee shop nearby, memories of the unexpected encounter with Thomas still circling around in your thoughts. The smell of freshly ground beans wafted through the door, a soothing reminder of the familiar scent that still danced in your stomach. Your ex was already there, seated at a corner table, their gaze fixated on their phone as they waited for you. As you approached, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over you—nostalgia mingled with apprehension, memories of both laughter and heartache flooding your mind. With a forced smile, you greeted them, sliding into the seat opposite theirs. The air between you crackled with unspoken words, a silent tension that hung heavy in the space between you.

"Hey, it's been a while," you greet him as you meet up, trying to keep your voice steady. "Yeah, it has. Thanks for meeting up," he responds casually. The conversation continues, the usual pleasantries exchanged, but there's an underlying tension you can't shake. Finally, unable to hold it back any longer, you ask him, "Why did you even bring me here? If all you wanted was to check in, why did you make it seem like there was something more?" His expression falters, caught off guard by your question. "I... I didn't mean to mislead you. I genuinely just wanted to make sure you were okay," he stammers, apologetic. You shake your head, unable to hide the hurt in your voice. "It's just... it's hard, you know? To see you and not feel like there's still something between us. And then to find out that there isn't... it hurts." He's at a loss for words, realizing the impact of his actions. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize... I'll leave you alone. Goodbye," he murmurs, before walking away, leaving you feeling more confused and hurt than ever. As you gather your things, a heaviness settles in your chest, and you wonder if closure will ever come, knowing you need to find the strength to move on from what could have been. As you stepped out onto the bustling city streets, the weight of the conversation with your ex still heavy on your mind, your phone buzzed in your pocket, interrupting the tumultuous thoughts swirling within you. With a sigh, you pulled it out to see your best friend's name flashing on the screen. "Hey," you answered, trying to sound more composed than you felt. "Hey, are you free tonight?" your friend's voice came through the line, laced with excitement. You hesitated, the events of the day leaving you feeling drained and emotionally spent. The last thing you wanted was to put on a brave face and pretend like everything was okay. But then again, maybe a night out with your best friend was exactly what you needed—a chance to escape the weight of your thoughts and lose yourself in the simple pleasures of the present moment."Yeah, I think I could use a distraction," you admitted reluctantly, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips."Great! I'll swing by your place in a couple of hours. Get ready for a night to remember!" your friend exclaimed. With a newfound sense of anticipation, you hung up the phone and headed back to your apartment, the promise of a night out with your best friend offering a glimmer of light in the darkness. Maybe, just maybe, tonight would be the reset button you needed—a chance to leave the worries of the past behind and embrace the joy of the present.

You found yourself standing in front of the mirror, struggling with a whirlwind of contradictory feelings as the evening approached and the possibility of spending the night out with your best friend grew closer. You were feeling uneasy about the day's events and your head was still spinning from the encounter with your ex. A nagging thought of your brief interaction with Thomas earlier in the day crept into the corners of your mind as you started getting ready, carefully applying makeup and choosing the perfect dress. His name stirred feelings you'd tried to push under the surface of the evening's distractions, resonating in your mind like a whisper on the wind. However, you soon dismissed the concept, telling yourself there was little to no chance of ever seeing him again. Considering the size of New York City, the likelihood of a coincidental meeting on the streets was minimal at most. You gave a resolute shake of your head to drive away any thoughts of Thomas and bring your attention back to the task at hand. It was a night to let go of the past and embrace the present, with your best friend by your side. As your best friend's taxi pulled up outside your apartment building, you felt a surge of excitement mingled with apprehension. Rushing out to meet her, you greeted her with a warm smile, the events of the day momentarily pushed to the back of your mind as you embraced the promise of the night ahead. "Hey, thanks for picking me up," you said, sliding into the back seat of the taxi beside her."No problem at all! Ready for a fun night out?" she replied, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Definitely," you answered, the corners of your lips turning up into a grin. "It's been a long day, but I'm ready to let loose." As the taxi merged into the flow of traffic, the two of you engaged in light-hearted small talk, discussing everything from work gossip to weekend plans. The hum of the city buzzed around you, a comforting backdrop to the easy camaraderie you shared with your friend. Before you knew it, the taxi pulled up outside a cozy-looking jazz bar, its neon sign casting a warm glow against the evening sky. The sound of live music spilled out onto the sidewalk, beckoning you inside with promises of soulful melodies and lively atmosphere. "Here we are!" your friend exclaimed, excitement evident in her voice as she paid the fare and stepped out onto the sidewalk.You followed suit, a sense of anticipation building in the pit of your stomach as you made your way towards the entrance of the bar.

As you and your best friend settled onto the barstools, the soft glow of the jazz bar enveloping you, you couldn't help but feel grateful for her comforting presence. Ordering a round of cocktails, you took a moment to savor the lively atmosphere and the anticipation of the night ahead."So, spill the tea," your best friend exclaimed, leaning in with a mischievous grin. "How did the conversation with your ex go?" You took a deep breath, knowing that your best friend was never one to mince words. "It was... okay, I guess," you replied, swirling the ice in your glass. "He just wanted to check in and make sure there were no hard feelings." Your friend's eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "Seriously? That's it?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with incredulity. "After everything he put you through, that's all he has to say?" You shrugged, feeling a mixture of frustration and resignation. "Yeah, pretty much. But I guess it's for the best," you replied, trying to keep your tone light. Your best friend shook her head, her expression one of fierce determination. "You deserve so much better than that," she declared, her voice ringing with conviction. "You deserve someone who sees your worth and treats you like the queen you are." You couldn't help but smile at her words, feeling a warmth spread through you at the unwavering support of your best friend. Raising your glasses in a silent toast, you clinked them together with a sense of solidarity. "To better days and finding someone who truly deserves you," your friend proclaimed, her eyes sparkling with determination. "To better days," you echoed. As you clinked glasses with your best friend, the vibrant energy of the jazz bar pulsed around you, filling the air with a sense of anticipation and excitement. With a shared grin, your friend grabbed your hand and led you towards the small area where people were swaying to the rhythm of the live band. But as you followed her, your gaze inadvertently drifted towards the entrance, and there, amidst the dimly lit crowd, you caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. It was him—Thomas, the man you had bumped into earlier on the street. And to your surprise, he was looking right back at you. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as your eyes met, the connection crackling with an unspoken electricity that sent a shiver down your spine. His gaze was intense, unwavering, as if drawn to you by some unseen force. As the realization of the moment sunk in, a jolt of nervous energy coursed through you, your heart pounding in your chest. What were the odds of running into him again, especially in a city as vast as New York? But before you could gather your thoughts, your best friend tugged on your hand, pulling you towards the dance floor with an excited grin. "Come on, let's dance!" she exclaimed, oblivious to the brief exchange you had just shared. With a fleeting glance back at Thomas, you allowed yourself to be swept away by the music and the infectious energy of the crowd.

As the music swirled around you, you and your best friend danced with abandon, the infectious energy of the jazz band filling the air with an undeniable sense of joy. But as she twirled off to chat with a handsome stranger she'd just met, you found yourself drifting towards the bar, craving the solace of a quiet moment amidst the lively chaos of the club. As you leaned against the polished wood, waiting for the bartender to notice you, a gentle tap on your shoulder caused you to turn around. And there he stood—Thomas, the man whose gaze had lingered in your mind since your chance encounter earlier in the day. "Hey," he said, his voice soft yet filled with an unmistakable intensity. "Hi," you replied, your heart fluttering with a mixture of nerves and curiosity. "Crazy meeting you here." "Yeah, what are the odds?" he chuckled, his eyes meeting yours with a warmth that sent a shiver down your spine.As the two of you fell into an easy conversation, the noise of the bar faded into the background, leaving only the sound of your voices and the steady beat of your heart. It was as if the rest of the world had disappeared, leaving only the two of you in this moment, suspended in time.

"So, how was your day?" Thomas asked, his gaze soft yet filled with an underlying intensity. You hesitated for a moment, surprised by the genuine interest in his eyes. "It was... eventful, to say the least," you replied, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I ran into my ex earlier, and let's just say it was more awkward than I anticipated." Thomas nodded, a sympathetic expression crossing his features. "I know the feeling," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "My day wasn't exactly sunshine and rainbows either. I found out that my dad is cheating on my mom, and I... I confronted the other woman." Your heart went out to him, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. "I'm so sorry," you murmured, reaching out to touch his hand in a gesture of comfort. "That sounds incredibly difficult." Thomas offered you a grateful smile, his eyes meeting yours with a sense of vulnerability that took your breath away. "Thanks," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's been a rough day, but talking to you somehow makes it feel a little bit better." You felt a warmth spread through you at his words, a sense of connection blossoming between you like a fragile flower in the darkness. It was strange, this inexplicable bond that had formed between two strangers in the span of a single conversation, but somehow it felt right. Eventually Thomas had ordered you a drink and once you both finished your drinks, he glanced towards the corner of the jazz club, where a vintage photo booth stood, invitingly lit. With a charming smile, he suggested, "Hey, want to check out that photo booth?" Your eyes sparkled with excitement as you nodded eagerly, saying, "I’m always up for a good photoshoot." You both made your way over to the booth, anticipation building with each step. As you stepped inside the cozy space, the curtain closed behind you, cocooning you two in privacy. “Okay what should we do first?” He asks “There's no fun in planning it, I'll just hit start and we will figure it out” you say Laughing, you two tried out different poses, capturing candid moments of joy and connection. The camera flashed, freezing your smiles and laughter in timeless snapshots. As the last photo was about to be taken, Thomas locked eyes with you, a flicker of something intense passing between us. Without breaking the gaze, he slowly lowered his gaze to your lips, a silent question lingering in the air. And in that moment, as if drawn by an irresistible force, he leaned in and gently pressed his lips to yours. Time seemed to stand still as you guys shared a tender, electric kiss in the dimly lit confines of the photo booth, the world outside fading away into insignificance.