#tumblr/contention in airlines

[galleryyuhself]

Galleryyuhself - Yesterday brought the news that LIAT is no more. Here are some images from over the years.

[sgiandubh]

People have opinions about kids, etc great state opinions, but when they post as absolute facts is the problem accompanied by fake voices on videos and blurred pix, that's a problem. Making up lies as facts are the problem. Denigrating Cait and or Sam or worse their families members because you have no real proof is wrong and goes beyond having a peaceful opinion.

Dear Opinion Anon,

First, our traditional spelling bee, because you people still did not learn how to write properly, ok?

People have opinions about kids, etc. great Great: state opinions, but when they post as absolute facts is the problem, accompanied by fake voices on videos and blurred pix, that's a problem. Making up lies as facts are is the problem. Denigrating Cait and/or Sam, or worse, their families' members, because you have no real proof, is wrong and goes beyond having a peaceful opinion.

Look at you, little fascist who knows nothing about the subject-verb agreement in English grammar! Being told what is right and what is wrong by someone clearly unable to properly read and write does not help, pumpkins. Send in your green berets, next time, please: this is way past boring!

I always said I shall speak only for myself on this page. So I am asking you:

Where did you see that particular video on this blog?

Where did you see those funeral pics on this blog? Let alone I explained why I never posted them and you bunch of coward liars all cackled. At length.

Where did I insult Sam's family members on this blog?

Where did I insult Cait's family members on this blog?

When and where did I stalk Sam, Cait or their entourage, unlike one of your queens?

And the question summing them all up:

Do you have a problem with freedom of speech in general?

People post whatever they want to post. They do not need me or you or Moo or *urv or Marple to tell them what to think or post. It is their constitutional right. This is not North Korea: this is an immaterial, almost completely deregulated space, where the demand for information meets the available offer via clicks, shares and comments. Other information is traded in DMs, Telegram groups and other outlets.

Have I made myself clear?

I'll tell you what. You are at once very nervous, curious and afraid of the whole bunch of things we collectively know. You still cannot understand how and why we are still here. You are perplexed by the number of intelligent professionals that are actively debunking all the shite you post regularly. You are upset by the fact real, strong friendships exist in here: something perhaps unheard of in your halls of gloom. And we elicit this reaction only based upon roughly 10 to 15% of the whole content in our, again collective, possession. If you knew all we know, your brain couldn't take it, duckie.

And then I know something else:

No shipper, ever, phoned an employer of an Anti to explain their employee was on Tumblr instead of doing their job.

No shipper, ever, phoned resorts, hotels or airline offices around the world in an attempt to find out where S, C, their progeny or other side players were, at a given moment in time.

No shipper, ever, used their own contacts' network to send false messages about the other side of the fandom war to the two leads, STARZ or the OL production team.

No shipper, ever, sent heinous comments on Anti blogs.

No shipper, ever, harassed Twitter and Instagram posters with endless questions about the time, place and people present at a randomly given event.

No shipper, ever, mounted via sock accounts a whole denigration and calumny campaign on Twitter when one of the leads was involved in a PR blunder.

No shipper, ever, used sexually loaded vocabulary to express 'appreciation' for the actors' work.

No shipper, ever, went on Wikipedia to repeatedly edit the male lead's dedicated page in order to include false sexual orientation reference, which then was screencapped and used as 'evidence' in subsequent flaming wars.

And many more...

You know, people have criticized me for even answering you. But answer you I shall, every time I shall think a reminder is necessary. I think shippers have turned the other cheek for way longer than they should have: a strategic choice that gave you both space and confidence. That you all went in a frenzy just before Christmas tells me perhaps more than you'd think about the kind of people you really are.

I am done with you. Don't bother coming back - you will be immediately blocked: you, your terrible grammar and your impertinence.

[euniveve]

Rate your moots?

let me be honest I'm rating all my moots a million/10 because they are all amazing and talented and amazing BUT i will give you some "describe the moot/appreciate the moot" content if you dont mind. also I'm sorry to all my moots in advance because I will tag you ANYHOW LETS MOVE TO IT

@ainescribe = my very very first follower and moot in my first and current blog- ABSOLUTE GOD at writing angst (known as the angst queen for a reason) amazing writing style (the poetic artistry hello?) very very nice and sweet, is my gateway to genshinblr <3333333

@meritamiau = this is my beta, i love my beta very much, THEY ARE A GODSEND FRFR also their writing hello??? love it, got that poetic artistry going on, check out their ao3 lucworld, it is awesome (i honestly cant believe this amazing writer is my beta, still blows my mind fr)

@yuellii = *chef's kiss* writing (you guys need to read it) veteran writer, super sweet and nice, VERY VERY PRETTY BLOG (shapes and colours entertain me), her writing is like a box of chocolate, there is one for everyone (she is an everyone kind of writer, i really recommend her blog if you are a beginner)

@rainswept = HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN THEIR BLOG? LAWD HAVE MERCY IT MAKE ME WANNA STARE AT IT FOR HOURS, they are THE lyney simp, multitalented, basically a prodigy, i wanna put them under a microscope and study them (affectionately)

@localplaguenurse = one of the reasons why i got into writing in the first place, first fic was inspired by his magnum opus (everyone who likes TPHD please thank the predecessor because LAWD ALMIGHTY IS AS GOLD AS THE GINGKO TREES ONE OF THE LEGENDARY ZHONGLI X READER MASTERPIECES OF ALL TIME), we don't talk a lot but is definitely an amazing dude (i can tell frfr), honestly if you are in ao3 go check him out he is an amazing writer fr

@silentmoths = on god write one of the best smut on this damn platform (minors don't interact with them I am watching you guys) ) their writing makes me say "ffs/pos *reads more*" yk what i mean? honestly she is an all-around cool dude and very nice too, one of my Star Rail friends, a cutie pie very nice person (i think i said that twice but that's okay)

@meimeimeirin = listen listen, if you want a zhongli fic/drabble/oneshot, this is the writer for you, it just LAWD HER BLOG IS THE ZHONGLI HEAVEN I'm telling you, i can just stare at her blog and be content with my zhongli cravings, she is THE zhongli writer fr, also one of the reasons i got into writing, particularly writing drabble &oneshots, anyhow check out her blog if you are a zhongli simp like me

@otomempress =(if you are a minor, don't interact with her) VERY NICE VERY CUTE VERY SWEET, ALSO DRAGON SIMP (like me) AND WRITE AMAZING WORKS (if you love wrio &neuvi you are eating good at their account fr) very fun person overall

@i23kazu/@yinyinggie = this cutie pie is also amazing at writing, VERY VERY NICE PERSON LIKE EXTREMELY NICE LIKE VERY SWEET i would like to bite them and they would probably taste like marshmallow sweet, owner of two beloved communities that are very well-known, very creative with their blog (remember tevyat airlines era anyone?)

@ansy-tea = if you like yandere... this is the writer for you. they write GOD LEVEL YANDERE FICS FR (that statue fic will forever haunt me/pos) also from their rbs i could tell they are a funny person

@ryuryuryuyurboat = VERY VERY NICE PERSON AND AN AMAZING WRITER TOO (tumblr please let them out of shadowban jail pls lawd)

@mhiieee, @dumbificat = i don't talk to them a lot HOWEVER i can tell that they are amazing writers and everytime they post a work I EAT IT UP GOOD frfr

@tanspostsblog = this is the og TPHD & TLRA fan, was their with me every step of the way, is there in every update, super supportive about everything LAWD IM GRATEFUL TO BE MOOTS WITH YOU TANS MUAH MUAH MUAH

notice how all my moots are amazing writers? yeah they are amazing writers, give them love everyone they deserve it muah muah muah

[thedroneranger]

The Drone Ranger's Be Kind Rewind ⏪ notroosterbradshaw Edition!

A rec reblog series dedicated to the fics that we love so much, we've re-read them!

It's been a minute since I've posted a Rewind! My non-tumblr life has been bumping, so I haven't been quite as active.

However, I'm excited to present a Rewind from one of the first creators I read in this fandom. A few of their fics are on my Rewind. Without further ado: @notroosterbradshaw!

Cass is a tried and true Bradshaw Baddie™, so we have ourselves another all Bradshaw Rewind!

While we continue to churn out amazing new content, let's be kind and rewind to look at some of the OG content we love! And don't forget to reblog when you re-read! Continue to show your comfort fics and favorite creators some love. It helps keep the fresh content coming :)

Let's keep this going throughout the summer, so if you're interested in participating in the Be Kind Rewind, message me. The more, the merrier!

If you want to know when a new Rewind drops, join the tag list, and check out previous Rewinds!

fics below the cut (listed in alphabetical order by title)

Creator's note: I have a tendency to re-read long fics. I can find it difficult to commit to new things (I watch the same tv shows over and over, and the same goes for fics). It’s a terrible personality trait.

Crossfire, @purelyfiction Crossfire was the first TGM fic I read... and I was baptised. There was no way to fight it and it inspired me to come back to writing after I stopped about five years back. I really love it, I highly encourage you to indulge if you've yet to.

Bradley x Smart Aleck universe, @gretagerwigsmuse You don't need to know how much I love SA and her crotchety old man, Bradley. Jordan's world is so immersive, a real relationship with real ups and down. J gets deep in there and doesn't hide or shy from anything. If you have yet to read i don’t know, blame the air force? what are you doing in this life (it was impossible to pick one)?

One For The History Books, @pisupsala Holy jeepers, if you haven’t read Mila's delicate, poignant and truly adoring words, you've missed the point of this fandom. Just so truly special. I read One for The History Books upon completion and binged it like a novel, it feels like home for me.

What's in a Name?, @sometimesanalice Alexa's one of the most talented writers. Her reader and Bradley's world makes you so delirious/high, I just love it so damn much (and Alexa). Please go read What’s in a Name?

Remember You Even When I Don’t, @beyondthesefourwalls Alli's Forgetful Boy in Remember You Even When I Don’t... Oh my God, she knows I go a bit bonkers for it and had to deal with a lot of squee’s and keyboard smashes in both reblogs and messages. Sorry, darling heart.

White Christmas, @bradshawsbitch Alex's work is a constant re-read for me, and I have begged for a follow-up series of potential pilot or airline host reader and Bradley. The first few paragraphs of white christmas is like I'm sitting right there, in between reader and Bradley, the smartass pilot.

Creator's Own

It’s Only My Heart (Save Yourself) I think there is a misconception that I only write one series ha! But this fic is my first love. I adore writing about Bradley Bradshaw in love and the world's most perfect partner, but I also love writing about him with all his faults and spiralling on his wedding day.

Tag list and friends: @petcr3 @desert-fern @Sagittarius-Lovewitch @mygyn @sweetwhispersofchaos @horseshoegirl @the-annoying-fan @dingochef @moon42flight @thecitysgraveyard @ereardon @roosterforme @cherrycola27 @galaxy-of-stories @taytaylala12 @malindacath @violyn20 @awildewit @potato-girl99981 @shanimallina87 @blue-aconite @djs8891 @linkpk88 @furiousladyking @daggerspare-standingby @princess76179 @jstarr86 @hecate-steps-on-me @darkheartcherry @soulmates8 @roosters-girl @dempy @roosterisdaddy36 @hangmanscoming @s-u-t @mavrellover91 @chicomonks @averyhotchner 

A kind reminder, this is a 18+ blog. While not all stories in the recommendation list are 18+, please respect boundaries and do not interact unless you are 18 years of age or older.

[keirogane]

Current artists I am planning to add to the blog:

A star means the artist has deleted their blog or art and I will need the most help with finding all of their content. Do not contact any artists on this list. If you are one of these artists and would like to give me permission to reupload lost sheith art (art that cannot be found due to being under a readmore, only being posted on twitter, etc.) Please send me a message! Thank you!

If there is an artist or writer (meta/headcanons/fics) you would like put in this list please send me an ask! I cannot guarantee that I will be able to add all requests though as this is a personal project I do in my free time.

⭐ dogskun

⭐ asiana-airlines (slamentality)

⭐ acid-tide

⭐ saaiiro (unsure if they never uploaded to tumblr or if it was deleted)

⭐ 3lunch

⭐ deuk0

⭐ v-0-3

⭐ 707-0000

⭐ nonis (now nonixnil) (missing art from old url)

⭐ maikasa

⭐ queridoluz (dreamteden)

⭐ juno8482

⭐ khoo0 (now khoo8-blog)

⭐ phospenumbra (now byebyephospenumbra)

⭐ osuramen

⭐ sinfulhime

⭐ sakeesakee (now sakeesakee-blog) (may be missing art from their old url)

⭐️ dreamteden (now strottine) (may be misisng art from their old url)

⭐️ lostgalaxyart

synnesai (now euniysu)

johannathemad

siriusdraws

eafrns (now nobodyshere0000)

foxkunkun

drisrt (now saintdri)

gentlemandeerlord (now deerlordhunte)

gitwrecked

rou-tan-tan

theprojectava

daimeiwakuvld

velowsa

oneveryhornyunicorn (now ohitsaunicorn)

worksafewoof (now wuffen)

acatnamedskai (now skiaskai)

hanta96art

meepzs

merwild

cockybusiness

hymnaria

nxctrns

crushmeshiro

zuspacey

avi-doodles

skynobi

zmeess

peng3613

misslucid

misterpoofofficial

kaa-05n2

jacqets

rizurin

astraea-f-blueblack

lupinchopang (now lupinsuniverse) vetur02

[milk-bubbles]

Anyway idk if I still have mutuals or if they’re even active or if any original followers are still active here but I noticed I’ve gotten a handful of new followers recently so hello! I’m Brenna. I took a step back from tumblr for a few years because it just wasn’t doing it for me anymore. I’ve only posted on my birthday every year but I’m gonna try to be more active again. This blog is mostly a pastel, hyper femme aesthetic blog but idk if I’ll strictly keep it that way or not. I will continue posting & reblogging that content regardless, though.

If anyone who originally followed me has been curious what my life has been like the past few years, honestly not much has changed. I’m still in Central Florida. I’m still a flight attendant with my original airline but I’m making more now and get to control my schedule so it’s nice. Still with the same boyfriend. Yeah, he’s still just a boyfriend, I know. We’re working on saving up to have the wedding we want. Still best friends with @o-ishiii. I finally got diagnosed & medicated for ADHD recently and it’s been life-changing. I am also now, like, 99% sure I’m autistic but I’m not going to seek an official diagnosis for a few reasons. Maybe I’ll get into that later idk.

Uh, but yeah. I guess I’m reviving this blog from the dead. Or at least gonna try. I kinda missed it here.

[petnews2day]

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[oliviaopossum]

“Love Amidst An Emergency”

(Furry Romance Story Recommendation #11)

Felicitations, my scoundrels. Today I’m recommending;

‘I Was Born To Fly’ by Spudz

Synopsis: Rick begins another average day at work as a pilot, with the mundane cycle of monotony beginning to take its toll on the jaded canine. This day turns out to be anything but average, with the arrival of a new co-pilot, an optimistic female collie, the two begin their most perilous flight yet.

Rated (18+)

19,377 words, Full-Length Story

Male Alsatian x Female Collie Romance

Sexual Content, Slow Burn

Characters First Meeting, Strangers to Lovers

Wow! This was absolutely something special. Not too often do I read a furry romance story that is equally terrifically thrilling and hugely heartwarming. The intense action of two pilots encountering an airline emergency was immensely enjoyable, much in part due to the well-researched procedural nature of how our two characters dealt with the situation. It was fascinating and exceptionally well-written! And as for the characters themselves, their chemistry was amazing! Granted, this story only encompasses one day, however, there is enough character development for the two of them to justify the romance that occurs later in the story. And what a romance it is! Such a well-deserved and deliciously explicit love scene with two characters you can truly root for. In my opinion, the best kinds of romance stories will leave you with a lovely, warm feeling for days after reading. This story completely accomplishes that. 10/10

Check it out, love! - https://www.sofurry.com/view/842896

Thanks for reading my recommendation! Check me out on Twitter, Tumblr, or SoFurry!

[spritetough]

bringing back ye olde tumblr blog. during my absence i turned 25, got an MA (fake one that the uni gave me just for turning up), became a fully qualified airline pilot, and got engaged. regular fun content will resume now :-)

[fancyhints]

5G on airplanes could mean the end of Airplane Mode Credit: Edgar Cervantes / Android Authority The EU is deciding whether to let airplane passengers use data and make calls while in the air. The ruling would allow airlines to provide 5G connectivity instead of requiring passengers to pay for slow Wi-Fi. If agreed upon, members of the EU would need to make 5G on airplanes ready by June 30, 2023. EU regulators are saying enough is enough with the slow-as-a-turtle Wi-Fi you get on flights. If a new measure goes into affect, airline passengers in the EU could be allowed to ditch Airplane Mode and use 5G to stream content, access apps, and even make phone calls. According to Gizmodo, the European Commission is currently debating a decision that could make Airplane Mode a relic of the past. The proposal would reportedly allow airlines to provide 5G technology instead of requiring passengers to pay for Wi-Fi or data. This means flyers would be free to use their devices how they want. https://fancyhints.com/5g-on-airplanes-could-mean-the-end-of-airplane-mode/?utm_source=tumblr&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=ReviveOldPost

[sturnioloshacker]

11 q and a and clues for the birthday content

1. What is your star sign and my star sign???

2. What is did every year on your birthday??

3. What will happen that you passed your final year in Uni can you text me???

4. How many minutes that we kissed???

5. Do you sleeptalk whlie you have in your sleep????

6. How many hours when fly to Melbourne to Dublin and which airline that will you chose???

7. When I will vist here in Melbourne what is reaction

8. Which Netflix movie that will recommend that we watch together?

9. It summer here in Australia and winter time here in Ireland so have you ever seen a snow before???

10. How is your weekend and why are in uni again lol??

11. What is your birthday wishes that you had for me???

And.............. clues that will come up for the content

- to have a date in your balcony dinner in our appartment

- you created a living room camping for one night only

- dance in our favourite tunes and get ready for Christmas

- we planned our holiday to Vanuatu

Here is my clues for the content now it's your turn to have this clues

I love you my beautiful girl 💞 I hope my birthday is will be the best 😘

i'm a cancer and you're a sagittarius

i either have my family over or i go out for dinner with my parents and brother

of course i'll message you! i'll let my tumblr family know too!

we kiss forever and ever

yes i do sleeptalk, it's embarrassing

with qantas airlines, it'll be 23 hours 40 minutes

when you visit melbourne, you may be in shock of how many tall buildings there are

not sure what movie but anything romantic would be cute

i have seen snow before and i loved it!

my weekend was good! i'm doing an online summer unit for uni as my uni stuffed up my course schedule so now i'm graduating in feb next year

i wish that you have the best birthday ever and you get spoilt with presents galore!

ooh some interesting clues! can't wait to read the new content! i'll send you my clues tomorrow 💕

love you sweet girl! your birthday is going to be the best ❤️

[pulchritudism]

so won’t you pull me closer, kiss me faster? | kento nanami x reader [18+] — ch. 2

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Kento Nanami X Reader

Tags: Beach AU, CEO Kento Nanami, Vacation, Porn with Plot, Romance, Slow Burn

Summary: During the last night of your vacation, an escapade alongside the nightlife strip of the resort you’re staying in leads to a drunken encounter with a stranger, but he’s not exactly who you think he is—he’s much more than that.

Word Count: 21, 826 [as of chapter 4]

Status: Ongoing

Read on AO3

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— CHAPTER 2 —

You’re horrified to see the contents on your phone, but not in a way that makes you feel appalled. Rather, you’re embarrassed at just how stupid you made yourself look in front of the CEO of a conglomerate, who also happens to be the owner of the resort you’re staying in. It makes you want to curl into a ball, shrivel up, and never be seen again.

After Nanami had left to attend his meeting, which you now have come to realize is probably a high-stakes type of meeting, you indulge in breakfast whilst simultaneously looking up your acquaintance online. He doesn’t have much of a social media presence aside from LinkedIn, but there were numerous business articles and features about him, just as you’d read in today’s paper. And from the looks of it, he seems to be a well-respected businessman in the industry, which absolutely baffles you given his age.

Being the chief executive officer for a multinational business at 28 must be taxing. You’re not too far off in age, but you can’t imagine ever running a company, much less multiple companies, by the time you're 28—or even at all.

He certainly did strike you as a composed and reputable man the first time you saw him; someone who carried themselves well, and someone who walked with purpose, but despite all the telltale signs–like the way he’s able to shake your hand so firmly–you’re still taken by surprise.

You end up reading more articles, but all you learn about him are the other development projects he’s involved in and the occasional tabloid sensationalising something as trivial as him being out and about with different celebrities. It makes you roll your eyes, but you can’t help but feel conscious thinking of yourself in his midst, wondering what his first impression of you was.

Scratch that, you don’t even want to know.

Involuntarily, you find yourself scrunching your face up, still cringing at the sudden recollection of what happened last night. It’s something you don’t think you’ll let yourself live down, at least not for a while.

After finishing your meal and taking a couple of hours to rest and wait for your hangover to disappear completely, you head back to your room to deal with a greater matter at hand: rebooking your flight home.

Pulling your laptop from your packed suitcase, you saunter over to the balcony and take a seat by the table. It was a good idea for you to have brought the device just in the event of an urgent matter at work you couldn’t hold off.

You’d never missed a flight in your life, so you take some time to look up on what to do, eventually settling on calling the airline instead. After a few attempts, only for you to get put on hold every single time for minutes on end, you get fed up, dropping the call with a huff and reclining on your seat.

As you’re figuring out what to do next, you point your direction to the pool area beneath you, both surprised and elated to see Nanami reposed on the lounge chair by the poolside, seemingly taking a nap. He’s changed out of his formal attire and is wearing something more fitting for the summer. If anyone was none the wiser, they’d mistake him for a tourist—just as you had.

And if there was someone who knew a person or two at the airport, it’d be him. So, you leave your room and hastily head towards the pool area where he is, stepping under the shade of the umbrella shielding him from the sunlight.

His eyes are shut when you get to him, but the way he’s holding onto his glass of alcohol indicates that he’s not in a deep sleep.

You clear your throat, “Um, Mr. Nanami?”

He pries his eyes open and slowly focuses on you; an eyebrow quirks up ever so slightly the moment he recognizes you, “What’s with the formality? …Did you find out?”

You instantly feel heat rise up your cheeks, flustered, “Yes, I did,” you pause as he stares at you, “Seriously? Why didn’t you tell me you owned this place? God, I feel so stupid for not knowing.”

“I didn’t want you to think of me differently,” he moves up the lounge chair slightly, but not enough for him to be sitting up, “Besides, I didn’t expect you to know anyway. It’s not like I’m a celebrity.”

“Well, in some regard you kind of are,” you respond, thinking about the articles you’ve read of him.

It’s evident in his grimace that he abhors the sentiment. It makes you want to retract your words, but you’ve already said it and taking it back would probably mean nothing to him.

“That’s all just PR bullshit. They always blow things out of proportion and make everything grander than it seems.”

“Do you disagree? You don’t think you worked hard to get to where you are, and that you’re an incredibly respected conglomerate CEO?”

“I can’t deny that I’ve slaved my way to get to where I am now, but I’m not all the media makes me out to be,” he says almost dismissively.

You pause, realizing that you don’t know him enough to say otherwise. And to say that you did would be baseless, because all you had about him were those articles he so seemingly resents.

“Well, if you’re worried about my opinion of you changing, then rest assured it hasn’t. But were you seriously just going to let me prance around talking to you like that?”

“I’d prefer it if you were comfortable speaking with me however you want. And please, you don’t have to address me so formally.”

You stare at him, eyes narrowed as you process all this new information presented to you. Nanami doesn’t seem to make a big deal out of it; in fact, it’s like he doesn’t want to talk about it at all. Like he wants to detach himself from that part of his life, however impossible it might seem.

So, you decide to drop the topic, sparing him the brunt of your curiosity, the curiosity that you can assume a thousand other people have already expressed. He’s probably exhausted.

“Sorry, I should’ve asked this a while ago, but are you free right now? I wanted to ask you something.”

“My meeting just ended, so I have a bit of time to spare. Is there something wrong?”

“Would you happen to know anyone at the airport? I’m having trouble rebooking my flight and the reservation agent’s being difficult to contact.”

“…I might know someone who can help you,” he retrieves his phone from his pocket, scrolling through his list of contacts before handing it over to you, “May I get your number?”

You blink at him.

He notices your stupefied expression, “So I can forward you the details.”

“Oh, uh, sure,” you reply, a little embarrassed. Duh. Taking the device from him, you begin inputting your number, “Thank you so much. I really can’t express how much you’ve saved my ass these past few instances.”

You hand him back his phone, his digits lightly brushing yours. He glances up at you, gaze lingering. A beat passes before he speaks, “Since it doesn’t seem like you’ll be leaving today, do you perhaps want to join me for dinner later?”

You’re stunned by the invitation.

“Are–Are you sure? I don’t want to keep bothering you,” you tuck your hands behind your back, feeling your heart get caught in your throat.

“You’re not.”

“Um, okay. Well, in that case, sure,” you smile at him sheepishly.

Silence settles, but only momentarily because a bolt of lightning followed by a loud crack of thunder causes you to yelp. Then, a light pour of drizzle begins to make its downfall.

With a scowl, he looks up at the sky, takes a long swig of his drink, and finally sits up, “Damn. What do I need to do to get a decent break here?”

“You’re not done with the day?”

He shakes his head, extending a hand out of the protection of the umbrella and catching a few droplets of the light downpour. Sighing, he says, “Not by a longshot. I guess this is a sign for me to go back to work.”

Your smile turns empathic, “Well, I don’t want to keep you. Thanks again.”

He turns back to you, “Let me know if any trouble comes up.”

“You don’t have to keep going out of your way to help me.”

“Don’t worry about it. Just think of yourself as my patron, I’m glad to help.”

“Oh, alright,” you bite down a wider smile, “Um, I’ll see you later then?”

He nods, “Good luck with rebooking.”

“Good luck with your meetings,” you say, stepping back out of the safety of the umbrella and rushing over to the shaded walkway where you begin to head back to your room.

Suddenly your phone dings, and when you check, it’s the contact details of the people Nanami mentioned. You look back at him, and see him prying his attention away from his phone before looking up at the sky with what you could only describe as gnawing weariness, and you hope that he’s doing alright.

You no longer wait until you reach your room, because the moment you’re back in the lobby, you call the first number given to you. And as you’re navigating the hallways back, you inform him that Nanami had referred him to you, which then prompts him to happily assist you in rescheduling your flight.

What took almost an hour of you trying to contact the first reservation agent took you just a little more than a few minutes with this one. You get the soonest available flight, which happens to be tomorrow morning, at almost the exact same time as your original one.

Now that you’ve finalized your new flight schedule, it feels as if a huge burden is lifted off of you. Your mind clears, and it’s only then does it dawn upon you that Nanami had invited you to have dinner with him.

Come to think of it, why has he been keeping in touch with you? He didn’t seem like a person who would spare you a second glance. You just happened to be a random girl he met one night at a bar, who also just happened to drunkenly make out with him, so you just can’t help but ask why.

You didn’t want to assume, but perhaps it was because of what happened last night. Or rather, what didn’t. That’s it, right? You convince yourself that the invitation to dinner was nothing but a ruse for the two of you to end up in bed together. And if you were being honest, it’s not like you minded.

The thought of last night still hasn’t left your mind. Albeit your memory being a little hazy, all you know is that you wished you hadn’t been so drunk, because who knows what might have happened then. You craved the feeling of his touch and the scent of his expensive cologne. You wanted more of him, and you wonder if he feels the same way.

You catch yourself fantasizing, causing you to shake your head the moment you snap back to reality.

Being in the presence of Nanami makes you want to put in the extra effort to doll yourself up for the night. He always looked so presentable, so you feel pressured to match the way he dressed. It’s a good thing that you’re indecisive and happened to overpack for your trip, because you realize that you have extra clothes that could last you for a couple more days.

After taking a nap, you hop in the shower for a long, hot bath to calm your nerves, drying and curling your hair afterwards. And once you’re done putting on the finest dress you have in your suitcase, you get a text from an unknown number, only to realize it’s from Nanami the moment you open it. You make a mental note to save his contact.

From: Unknown Number

Meet me at the beachside patio restaurant in 30 minutes. You know where it is, right?

—

To: Unknown Number

Yep, see you. :)

—

You take a little bit more than thirty minutes to finish getting ready, so when you get to the restaurant, Nanami is already seated by a table in a secluded area, absentmindedly staring out into the sea's horizon which was illuminated by the moonlight. His elbow rests against the surface of the table as he taps on his temple with his index.

You’re thankful that the rain had stopped, because out of all the places in the resort, this place was definitely one of your favorites. You take a moment to bask in the refreshing sea breeze and the sight of the pergola roof adorned with vines and lanterns which hang above the patrons. It was absolutely beautiful, especially at this time.

“Sorry I’m a little late,” you say once you make your way to where he’s seated.

Your voice pulls him out of his thoughts and he turns to you before scanning your appearance, “It’s fine. Were you able to get a flight?”

Warmth rushes up your cheeks with the way he looks at you, making you feel a bit conscious about whether or not you’ve dressed well enough, “Yes, it’s scheduled for tomorrow morning.”

“That’s good.”

“Thanks for the contact again,” you pull the chair in front of you, taking a seat.

“How was your stay?” he asks once you’ve settled.

“It was lovely,” you muse, “The food here is amazing.”

It’s not very evident in his expression, but he seems delighted to hear that, “Really?”

You nod with a smile, picking up the menu in front of you and scanning it, “Yes. I can genuinely say that out of all places I’ve stayed, this one serves the best dishes.”

“Good. I like to be particular with the food we serve. I handpicked some of the menu items.”

“Oh, really? Are you a foodie?” you smile in amusement, “You didn’t strike me as one.”

“Well, contrary to popular belief, I have a personality outside of work,” he replies lightheartedly, signalling he meant no offense.

“Not once have I questioned that,” you emit a small chuckle.

Just then, a waitress comes over to take your orders. You tell Nanami to pick for you, trusting his judgement and recommendation, which he gladly does. Once that has been settled, she takes the menu off the table and walks away, leaving the two of you to return to your conversation.

He turns his attention to you, “You’ve gotten a glimpse of my life, so now I want to know more about yours.”

“Me? Ah,” you shrug, “it’s really nothing special. Nothing like your life.”

There’s a hint of disappointment in his features, “You don’t need to compare yourself to me.”

“Sorry, that wasn’t my intent,” you smile sheepishly, “Hm… Well, I’m a typical 9-5 employee, marketing.”

“Why did you come here on your own?”

“We all need a bit of time off for ourselves, right?” you muse, “Spending it alone isn’t so bad.”

He doesn’t respond to that, but you can tell from his expression that he shares the same sentiment.

Silence settles for a moment, only to be disrupted by a query, “Do you plan on returning?”

“Why do you ask? Will you be missing me?” you respond as a joke.

He raises a brow and tilts his head upwards ever so slightly, mimicking your teasing cadence inconspicuously, “If I say yes?”

Those four words catch you off-guard. You wonder if he means it, or it was just his way of playing along with you. And based on the fact that you’ve literally known each other for less than a day, you settle on the latter.

A small chuckle escapes you, “We’ll see. Maybe I’ll come back just for the food.”

He takes your response as it is, and switches the topic back to your experience with the resort as the two of you wait for your meal.

You end up conversing the entire time, even after dinner. He realizes that he has yet to ask you where you’re vacationing from, and you respond to his curiosities. You tell him where you’re from, accompanied by stories of what it’s like back home and he listens to you intently. He, on the other hand, attempts to stray away from talking about work. He indulges in your queries about the development of the resort, but that was all he was open to answering. Any other thing brought about visible distress on his face, and you didn’t want to stress him out any more than he already was.

When the conversation settles, you raise the question that has been clouding your mind this entire time.

“So, why’d you invite me here?” you ask, crossing your arms over the table and leaning forward.

“Well, I didn’t mean to leave you so abruptly this morning,” he responds plainly.

“Is that all?”

“What are you implying?” he raises a brow, catching the shift in your cadence.

“You know, if you want to continue where we left off last night, you can just tell me,” you grin, “I’m more than happy to indulge you.”

He blinks at you, dazed at your forthrightness.

No word is uttered in response. Instead, he keeps his undivided attention focused on you, and you do the same. You feel the tension between you growing by the second. As much as it was unspoken, it was also unignorable.

Suddenly, an incredible surge of confidence overcomes you, fueled by the fact that this was probably the last time you’ll ever see this undeniably attractive man sitting right in front of you, at least in the flesh.

So, overridden with newfound trepidity, you slip your foot out of your shoe, extending it across under the table to glide it up his leg.

He flinches, “What are you doing?”

“Hm?” you hum innocently, resting your chin on the palm of your hand as you continue to run your foot towards the inside of his thigh, a sly smirk plastered on your features.

He visibly stiffens and clenches his jaw, trying his damn best not to react. But you see the way he shifts on his seat, pressing a hand against the surface of the table before subtly gripping at the table cloth. You’re thankful it’s long enough to cover whatever was going on underneath.

You continue to stare each other down, unyielding, as if it were a competition on who can hold off the longest. Except you have an expression of mischievousness whilst he’s shooting daggers in your direction, a silent warning you’re sure will come with consequences if left unheeded.

“Are you having fun with what you’re doing?” he asks through gritted teeth.

“It looks to me that you are,” you reply playfully, feeling him begin to tense up against the fabric of his pants.

“I don’t think it’s wise of you to tease me like this,” his voice is strained, as if he was holding back.

“Oh? What are you going to do about it?” you boldly press your toes down, testing him. The light pressure causes him to stifle a groan in response.

“Is that really something you’d like to find out?”

“Mm, well I’m not very delicate, so I’m sure it’s nothing I can’t handle,” you reply, continuing to trace the outline of his growing erection, tantalizingly slow.

His breathing pattern changes; it’s quicker, a little labored, “You’ll regret saying that.”

Leaning forward, you keep your smirk as you part your lips, “Make me.”

It was like you flicked a switch within him. He takes your wrist and stands in a quick motion, “Get up.”

With a skip of the heart, you drop your leg and slip your shoe back on, immediately following his command without a moment’s hesitation.

He drags you away from the beachside patio, guiding you into the lobby and then through the hallways, his steps brisk and his hold on your wrist tight. You glance up at him as you match his pace, seeing from the way he was clenching his jaw just how riled up he was getting, and you relish in the thought that it was you who led him to this disposition.

“There’s no need to rush,” you say jokingly, albeit how much you just wanted to stop dead in your tracks, spin him around, and pull him into a kiss right then and there.

“Be quiet,” he tells you firmly. Your heart races, both in excitement and nervousness. Because unlike the previous night, you’re actually sober enough to remember every single moment.

You curse the resort for being so damn big. Each step the two of you took became more desperate as you made your way to your destination.

But after what felt like forever, you finally see the double door entrance to his suite, feeling your heart about to burst out of your chest in anticipation.

The doors swing open, and without another second passing, you cup his cheeks and pull his face down, lips crashing against his.

You strip his suit jacket off and he assists you in doing so, tossing it behind him before he cages you against the wall with his frame, a hand propping itself just right above your head while the other one finds its place on the dip of your waist, tugging you flush against his body. He kisses you, ravenously, insatiably, as if all the money in the world couldn’t satisfy the greed he felt while you were in his arms.

He nips at your bottom lip, sparing no second as he pushes his tongue in your mouth the moment you part your lips to release a faint sigh. Your hands desperately latch onto his broad shoulders, body aching with need. You press your crotch against his hard-on, eliciting a strained groan from the back of his throat.

He pulls back for a breath, “Do you remember what you told me last night?”

Without waiting for a response, he glides his tongue across your collarbone all the way to the crook of your neck. You crane your head sideways, revelling in the sensation.

You stifle a moan, “Is it something I’d want to remember?”

He looks back at you, “You said that if you were sober, you’d sleep with me in a heartbeat.”

Your cheeks turn flush upon hearing those words, as if you weren’t already incredibly red. You bite down on your swollen lip, turning away as you’re unable to look him in the eye, “Oh, did I? I didn’t mea—“

“I want to know,” he interrupts, tipping your chin towards his direction, your gaze meeting his, “if you still feel the same way.”

You freeze for a quick second, wide-eyed with the way he’s staring straight into you, as if he knew that he could ruin you with his touch if you just let him. And that’s when you confirm: this was a man desperate for you as you were for him.

Seeing as he didn’t seem to mind what you said last night, you compose yourself from embarrassment, pressing a quick kiss on the corner of his lips, “Isn’t this enough of a hint?”

“I need you to say it. Tell me what you want.”

You begin to stroke the back of his head, smirking suggestively, “I want you to fuck me like it’s the last time you’ll see me. Because let’s face it,” you lean closer, whispering against his ear, “it might as well be.”

The response is to his satisfaction. Your request prompts him to slide his hands down to your ass, and you take it as an invitation to hop onto him, hooking your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. The two of you make out the entire time he carries you to the bedroom.

When you get there, he sits on the edge of the mattress with you on his lap.

“Your dress suits you well,” he looks up at you, managing to spare you a genuine compliment, a light blush dusting your cheeks.

“You think so?” you chuckle breathily, keeping a hold onto his shoulders, “What a waste to take it off then.”

He slips the straps of your dress down to your waist, exposing your bare chest to him, taking a moment to savor the sight of your body, “Hm, I disagree.”

Your soft, flustered laugh is replaced with a choked gasp as he reaches a hand up to roughly grab your breasts, pinching the hardened nipple.

You arch your body closer to him, moaning softly, lips just shy from touching. His movements make you crave for more so you roll your hips to grind against his crotch, the bulge in his pants providing friction against your clothed sex.

Reckless kisses are planted on your collarbone. He sinks his teeth in your flesh, laps his tongue across it to soothe it, sucks on it, calculatedly marking you with his desire—a memento to remember him by as you return home, even if it were to last just for a while.

“Kneel up a bit for me.”

Upon instruction, you lift yourself up enough for him to pull your panties down to your thighs before he begins to rub slow circles on your clit with his thumb, a gasp leaving your lips.

“You’re already so wet,” he says in amusement, “Look.”

Heat rushes up to your cheeks as he raises a hand, the sight of your own slickness soaking his fingers flusters you.

“Keep touching me,” you whine, fingernails digging into his shoulders through the fabric of his shirt.

“A little patience,” he hisses at your gesture, bringing his hand back down only to slow the pace of his previously languid strokes, toying with you.

An attempt to increase friction by tilting your pelvis against his hand is futile as he immediately holds you down, preventing you from moving on your own.

How the tables have turned. You whimper, now the one at the mercy of his touch.

“You had your fun teasing me, didn’t you? Now it’s my turn,” he says, keeping his digits lithe, barely touching you now.

“Please,” you beg, barely audible, “I’m sorry. Just, please...”

“What was that?”

“I’m sorry!” you cry out, knees clamping down on his hip bones, a last-ditch effort to impart your desperation to him, “Please, hurry up! I can’t take it anymore.”

After some agonizing time, he finally gives in to your pleas, bringing his fingers to slick through the wetness of your folds before easing them into you, your arousal immediately coating them. A moan immediately erupts from you, causing you to grind against his hand.

In response, he plunges his fingers deeper into you, the sound of your voice enough to encourage him, “Next time, consider before teasing me.”

The corner of your lips tug up to a smirk. You snake your arms around his neck, pressing your forehead against his, “There won’t be a next time, so make it count.”

Your provocation sparks something deep within him—pure lust. That prompts him to quicken his pace, curling his fingers in you, effortlessly finding your sweet spot each time.

“Fuck, Kento,” you mewl against his lips, “Keep going.”

You find your rhythm as if it was second nature, the thrusting of his fingers is met with no resistance as each stroke of the hand spurs new wetness in you.

“Oh, god,” you attempt to stifle your sounds, biting down on your lip and burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“Don’t hold back,” he says, skilfully flicking his wrist at a pleasurable pace, “Let me hear you.”

And just like that, you allow yourself to release louder cries, toes curling, feeling yourself about to come undone with each thrust.

“I’m so close—just a little bit more,” you’re practically begging him to send you over at this point.

And when he brings his thumb back to stroke against your already sensitive clit, that’s when you shatter.

Just like that. A rush of pleasure overcomes you at your core, rendering you completely and utterly incapacitated as your body begins to convulse in a state of euphoria, your muscles tensing around him. Then, as you ride your high, the pleasure slowly turns to discomfort, overstimulation from his ministrations settling.

“Enough, enough,” you whimper, breathless, firmly gripping at his dominant hand and slumping against his shoulder as you take a moment to come to your senses, still incredibly sensitive.

He withdraws his hand before resting it on your thigh, the other tracing nonsensical patterns on the small of your back.

“Was it too much?” he asks in a low, soothing hum.

“No,” you shake your head, expelling a trembling breath, “It was perfect. I’ve never been touched like that.”

Drawing back, you beam at him, spent. On a rare occasion, the corner of his lips tug up to a smug yet satisfied smile. You want to roll your eyes, but his smile, barely noticeable, is enough for you to inadvertently peck him, your stomach knotting with a new rush of adrenaline.

Climbing out of his lap, you make your way over to kneel on the carpeted floor, nestling yourself in between his legs and running your hands up his thighs to unbuckle his belt. You unzip his pants and tug his underwear down, his erection springing into full view.

“Holy shit,” you gasp, breath still ragged, before wrapping your palm firmly around his cock, beginning to pump at a slow yet steady rhythm. You had a hunch of his size from when you were teasing him earlier in the restaurant, but you weren’t expecting this, “You’re huge.”

He reaches out to caress your cheek so tenderly that one can mistake it for endearment, “Nothing you can’t handle, right?”

You swallow thickly, staring at him wide-eyed. Your skin prickles and you feel your heartbeat quicken with the way he just touched you. Has he always been this gentle? You shake the thought away—never mind that.

Maybe you bit off a little more than you could chew with those words. But nonetheless, you’re determined to prove yourself right.

So, after licking your swollen lips until it was wet with your saliva, you capture him in your mouth, beginning to bob your head up and down.

“Fuck…” he groans roughly before muttering your name under his breath.

The sound is like music to your ears, awakening a burgeoning carnal desire in you like a forest fire left unguarded. You want to please him more; you want him to unravel from your touch, make sure he never forgets the name that had just rolled off his tongue.

“Look at me,” he says, but you’re so focused on trying not to choke that his words barely register in your mind.

He combs his fingers through your hair, gripping at the roots before gently pulling your head back to meet your gaze. He observes in silent veneration how you looked on your knees with your mouth wrapped around his cock, eyes welling with tears as you take every inch of him to the best of your ability.

“Mhm,” you grunt at the gesture, hollowing your cheeks, tightening around him as you quicken your pace, skillfully utilising your tongue. In response, he bucks his hips into your mouth, making you grab hold onto his calf as your breath hitches.

You’re holding out as much as you can, and with every second that passes, he’s slowly being ripped apart at the seams, left to hang by a single thread. You can tell he’s close.

And before you even notice what’s happening, your jaw immediately finds relief as he pulls out, hoists you up, and takes you to bed with him, your back now lying comfortably against his soft duvet.

He strips you completely naked and settles on top of you, his hot, ragged breath tickling your abdomen as he crawls back up to kiss you, raking his teeth against your lips, tasting himself on you. You coil your arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer to you, the warmth of his body protecting you from the cool evening air.

When, all of a sudden, a dire-sounding knock resonates throughout the room, followed by a voice calling out for Nanami.

“Who’s that?” you ask, darting your eyes to where the sound originated.

“My secretary. Don’t mind him,” he says, not even sparing a second to glance away.

“Oh,” you turn back to face him, “Okay. You sure?”

The way he greedily begins to revisit the marks he had previously left on your collarbone was enough to answer your question. There’s only one thing clouding his mind at the moment, and that was you.

But the knocking doesn’t stop, and it’s getting harder to ignore.

“I think…You should really get that,” you manage to say, delicately grazing your fingernails against his nape.

The knocking remains loud and persistent, so much so that it’s enough to annoy him, causing him to stop and pull away from you, grunting in irritation.

“Jesus—what the hell do you need?!” he yells out.

“There’s something you need to take care of, sir,” the voice coming from outdoors is meek, almost fearful of the way Nanami had just responded.

“It’s late. Can’t it wait until tomorrow?”

There’s a pause, “I’m really sorry, sir. I wish it could, but it’s really urgent. It’s about the partnership agreement with Limitless Inc.”

Just the mere mention of the company name causes him to grip your thigh a little too tightly, expression riddled with annoyance as he keeps his eyes locked on yours. You wince in response.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he loosens his hold, “It’s just—the executive of this company is a pain in the ass to deal with.”

You chuckle lightheartedly, checking the set of clocks behind him. It was way beyond reasonable work hours, “I can imagine.”

He releases a defeated sigh, retreating from you, “I have to attend to this, but I don’t know how long I’ll take.”

“It’s fine,” you sit up, pulling his sheets to cover your body. Not like he hasn’t seen all of you already, “Go. It seems really important.”

Except that it wasn’t fine, but it wasn’t like you can do anything about it. By this time, the mood had completely died down anyway.

“Sir?” the secretary knocks again.

“Give me a second, Ijichi,” he responds, running his fingers through his dishevelled hair to style it.

He turns back to you, continuing to fix himself up to look presentable, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Don’t worry about me,” you smile softly, eyes darting across the floor to look for your clothes.

He follows your gaze. Once he finishes fastening his belt, he crouches over to the floor and picks up your garments to hand over to you, “You can stay if you want.”

“We’ll see,” you respond, hugging your dress close to your chest, feeling the atmosphere shift to awkwardness.

He picks up his keycard from the bedside table, giving you a final look of apology. And with that, he strides out of the bedroom and heads towards the entrance of his suite, the door swinging open.

“What the hell does Satoru need this time around?” you hear his muffled voice as the door shuts, the sound of footsteps dissipating into silence as you’re left alone in his room.

A minute passes of you staring into the distance. Then, you cover your warm face with your palms, sinking down into his sheets as you heave a sigh of frustration. This definitely wasn’t how you’d expected things to go, but despite your disappointment, you can’t deny that he still managed to satisfy you beyond your wildest imagination.

And in spite of his invitation for you to stay, you decide against it, uncertain as to your reason why. It just felt…weird. So, you don’t. You slip your clothes back on and head out of his room to return to yours in the opposite wing, praying to the gods that you don’t accidentally bump into him.

The moment you enter your room, you rush over to the countertop, grabbing a pack of cigarettes before heading out to the balcony for a quick smoke.

As you unwind on the balcony seat, a cool breeze wafts over you, causing you to shudder. You look ahead, seeing the resort lamps illuminate the light drizzle. The rain has returned, the white noise accompanying you as you sit alone with your thoughts.

You take a long drag, holding it in your lungs until it becomes unbearable before exhaling. You recline against the seat, shutting your eyes as you begin to feel lightheaded, but all you can envision when you close your eyes is how you begged for his touch, and how he looked at you with a gaze of adoration as he kissed you, touched you, pleased you—as if he’d spare you a thought the moment you’re no longer around.

How deceitful.

You scoff. When you no longer can handle your thoughts, you stub the cigarette out, getting up to return indoors. The moment you reach your bedroom, you collapse onto your bed, arms sprawled, exhaustion gnawing at every single fibre of your body.

Well, your last night was definitely something. Whatever the fuck that meant, you no longer cared.

As you’re slowly drifting to sleep, you notice your phone light up before it starts to ring. You should answer it, but you’re too tired to move a muscle. Instead, you stare at it with half-lidded eyes until it stops ringing.

Then, after a few seconds, a text gets sent to you. The screen stays illuminated for a while before you’re brought back to the darkness of your quiet room.

You shut your eyes, falling asleep almost instantaneously.

[lost-in-sokovia]

toxic - chapter 10

hi guys sorry it’s been a minute. things have been a little crazy lately and my mental health kinda shut down for a little while and lost focus and motivation so i had to get that back up. i hope you enjoy this chapter :) (may contain spoilers to Knives Out)

“Oh the hell he did not!”

Claire had her arms wrapped around you as you laid your head on her shoulder and cried. You came home from the airport yesterday and were spending the day at your best friend’s house, catching her up on everything she missed. The two of you sat on Claire’s bed in sweatpants and t-shirts, binging on ice cream and Netflix.

“I-I felt like an absolute piece of c-crap, and spent the last night at H-Harlan’s since he is obviously the n-nicest one in that family,” you sobbed. Claire rubbed your shoulder and shook her head. Anger brewed in her brown eyes.

“(Y/N) you did the right thing, I’m sorry it didn’t work out for you sweetie. This is all my fault,” she muttered. You looked up at her and rubbed your wet eyes.

“No no! Claire n-none of this is your fault. Y-You only wanted the best for me, y-you didn’t know Ransom was going to be s-such an asshole,” you replied earnestly, your eyes not breaking from hers. Claire sighed and nodded.

“I promise we’re gonna find your Prince Charming, alright?” Claire said. You rolled your eyes and smiled.

“Alright slow down there, matchmaker.”

“No but we are! I mean how could I have been so stupid? Obviously you wouldn’t fall in love with a jerk who hasn’t changed!” She exclaimed. You felt a twinge in your stomach when she said that. You shook it off because you had completely convinced yourself you were NOT in love with Ransom Drysdale... Yeah, that’s right.

“Claire I think I’ll stick with being single for a while,” you chuckled. Claire shook her head.

“Nope, will not allow it. I want to be maid of honor at my best friend’s gorgeous wedding, and I’m getting antsy!” She whined. You laughed and the two of you laid back onto the pillows. You glanced out the window. The moon was glowing brightly and the night lights of the city were alive. You could hear cars driving and horns honking.

“It’s getting late...” You muttered. Claire turned and looked at you.

“Let’s have a sleepover. Come on, stay the night,” she suggested excitedly. You scrunched your nose, debating the concept.

“Claire...”

“No seriously! It will be fun. How often do we get to do this anymore?” She asked. You glared at her as she flashed you her “(Y/N)-I-want-to-do-it-please” face and wide eyes. You groaned in defeat.

“I don’t have a toothbrush or extra clothes or any other crap.”

“Oh come on girl you know I keep extra for you here.”

You smiled and shook your head.

~•~•~

Ransom was looking through any possible place he could find your information.

He was rich, it shouldn’t be this hard.

Twitter? Nothing. Instagram? Nice apartment pictures, no address. Tumblr? What the hell is that app and what was he reading? He couldn’t even find your Snapchat. He groaned loudly and threw his head back against his pillows. He was laying in that comfortable bed of his, next to the spot where you once were. The pillows and sheets still vaguely smelled of you, which drove Ransom crazy.

He ran a hand through his brown hair angrily, and tried Wikipedia again. You weren’t famous or anything, so that barely did shit. It took him forever to sort through half of the content The New York Times provided, so he gave up there long ago.

What was he going to do? He could only be so creepy about it, right? He shook his head and kicked his sheets off. He stood up and threw on some clothes, deciding maybe he could go interrogate Harlan.

He stormed downstairs and out the door, revving up the BMW and taking off with a roar of the engine.

He drove through the empty highway and made it to his grandfather’s, pulling up and slamming on the breaks. He jumped out of the car and stormed up to the door, walking straight in. He startled Marta, who was just grabbing her coat. Ransom walked up to her and stared at her with angry blue eyes.

“Where the hell is (Y/N)? Do you know where she lives?” He spat. Marta’s brown eyes stared in horror and she shook her head.

“I don’t know,” she responded shakily. He stepped away and exhaled forcefully, clenching his fists and making his way to Harlan’s office. Marta slipped on her coat and quickly ran out the door, making her way to a bush to throw up.

She knew where you lived, you gave her your address. But you were too good of a friend and Marta wasn’t about to betray you for a jerk. She quickly pulled herself back together and drove home, getting ready to call and warn you.

“Grandfather!” Ransom yelled and stomped into Harlan’s office. Harlan looked up at him calmly as his grandson slammed his hands on the desk.

“My my, it sure is late Ransom-“

“Cut the bullshit, where is she?” Ransom said flatly. Harlan raised an eyebrow and looked at him for a moment. Harlan knee Ransom meant business, but he wasn’t going to allow him to take it too far. He needed to know Ransom was going to handle things calmly. He needed to know Ransom could act like an adult.

“I only know so much, my boy.” Harlan leaned back and crossed his arms. Ransom’s eyes narrowed more and he put more pressure onto the desk. He was breathing harshly and Harlan shrugged. “What are your intentions?” He asked simply. Ransom’s expression softened slightly.

“I want to go apologize for screwing up so horribly. I know I was an idiot, I know,” Ransom explained bitterly. He was now pacing slowly, one arm crossed and the other under his chin. “I think she was just about the best thing to ever happen to me, and I messed up big time...”

Harlan watched his grandson pace. He felt bad for him, seeing him truly sorry and attached to you like this. Yet he also knew Ransom would have to take the consequences for this. Ransom glanced at him with sad blue eyes.

“What was it you told me on Thanksgiving? You thought (Y/N) and I reunited for a reason?” Ransom walked back up to Harlan. “What was that reason?”

Harlan stared back at his grandson and sighed. Ransom’s face read pain and Harlan knew he was reluctantly going to have to sell you out.

“What are you willing to do to get her back?”

Ransom bit his lip. “Anything.”

~•~•~•~•~

You woke up the next morning on Claire’s bed. You rubbed your groggy eyes and looked over at Claire who was on the wrong end of the bed. Her black hair was a mess and her mouth was slightly parted open.

You chuckled quietly and pushed your hair out of your face. You heaved yourself up and looked on the floor.

Half-eaten bowls of popcorn, reminants of melted ice cream, tissues, and an open box of chocolates laid on the floor. The TV asked if you were “still watching The Office (U.S.)?” and sunlight creeped through the curtains.

“Claire!” You whispered. Claire grunted and shifted onto her stomach. “Claire, time to get up.” You glanced at your phone and the time read 10:15 AM. Your best friend showed no sign of response.

You stood up, grabbed one of her arms, and yanked her off the bed. She fell with a solid thud and looked back up at you.

“Girl, I let you spend the night at my home and this is how you thank me?” She scolded playfully. You giggled and helped her up.

“Well, I’m hungry and we both look like hot messes, so I thought we should get fixed up,” you explained. Claire shrugged.

“Need a shower?”

“Nah, I stole your bathroom after you fell asleep and took one,” you confessed with a smile. Claire slapped your shoulder playfully and you laughed.

“Well I’m taking one.” Claire yawned. She made her way to her bathroom and paused. “And I better not find no positive pregnancy test in the trash can,” she bit sarcastically. Your stomach twinged and you laughed.

How were you supposed to get over Ransom with Claire mentioning him left and right?

~•~•~

Ransom found himself on a plane to New York later that evening.

Harlan finally decided that Ransom wasn’t going to go psycho on you and gave him your information. But, as a punishment, Ransom would have to take public airline instead of the private jet.

Ransom looked around at the boring people around him and bounced in his seat impatiently. Dear god, could this plane go any faster?

He stared out the window and sighed, knowing he was making his way to you. He stared up at the moon and knew it was the same one you were looking at right now.

He was anxious to find you, but knew that it would be over the top to try and find you that night. He booked a hotel relatively close to your apartment complex, just incase something miraculous happened.

He hoped he could make things right with you again. How was he going to pass up his feelings like this? He’d secretly liked you since the two of you were teenagers! He was still surprised at himself for finding “the one” for him.

Anxious and jumpy, Ransom leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He couldn’t stand another minute awake that he wasn’t spending with you.

hiiiii everyone, i’m back! thank you so much for waiting patiently and i hope you enjoyed this chapter! we got to see a softer and more vulnerable side of ransom here, and i think that’ll be happening more often! anyway, thanks for staying supportive and chapter 11 is in the works!🤍

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