#how to change lock screen passwords

[rafeswag2]

*𝓜𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝔂 𝓡𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝓢𝓜𝓐𝓤 𝓑𝓪𝓻 𝓓𝓸𝔀𝓷*

𝓡𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝔁 𝓕𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 | 𝚁𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 “𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎”. 𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 💕

𝘤/𝘸 - 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘭𝘶��, 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 (𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵!𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘦, 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷, 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 💕

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“Your birthday–”

She bites back a smile, her finger gliding over the screen as she enters the familiar number. She's not at all surprised, given the way he’s looking up at her right now, his eyes brimming with adoration like she’s all he’s ever needed.

“Your password is my birthday?”

“What else would it be?” Rafe asks breathily as the words tumble from his lips fast, without a second thought. His eyes are trained on her bod ft y, taking every curve and inch of bare skin into memory.

She rests the phone on the nightstand, catching both of them in the frame. Watching how his face changes with the realization that she’s filming this, his mind already reels at the thought of watching this back later, getting off on every moment all over again.

“Jesus, baby–” He exhales, rough and raw, as he runs his fingers through his hair, pushing it back with the most beautiful smile on his perfect lips. His lidded eyes flicker from the flashing light back to hers in disbelief. “You sure?” He asks. And he knows she is, but he just wants to hear the words leave her lips.

“I trust you, Rafe–” She whispers, and he melts at her words.

“Best night of my life,” he mumbles, half in disbelief, half in awe, as he leans back, his gaze sweeping over her again, taking her in as he drags his teeth over his bottom lip, his jaw tightening. “Come here, pretty.”

He watches her hands press against his broad chest, holding them firm, rising and falling with his deep breaths. He loosens his hold, giving her back control. Her fingers work slowly, teasing him as she pops each button open one by one.

Her fingers trace over the deep ridges of his stomach. His muscles tense under her touch, abs flexing slightly as she drags them even further, curling her fingers under his belt. And then, he loses all patience.

With a low growl, he shrugs off his shirt in one fluid motion, tossing it, leaving his tanned, sculpted body on full display. “I missed you—” Her sweet words get caught in a gasp as he lifts her off her feet, his strong arms wrapping around her, pulling her into him.

“Fuck, I love that sound,” he murmurs, smiling against her mouth, his voice husky as he kisses her hungrily, pressing his lips against her cheek, down the column of her neck before he’s burying himself in it for a moment. “I missed you too, baby…”

He tosses her onto the bed; her body bouncing on the mattress as another gasp leaves her lips. His light eyes are dark, filled with hunger, as he reaches for his belt, yanking it open in one smooth motion.

He pulls his slacks down his thighs, thudding to the floor, leaving his strong body in nothing but tight white boxers—clinging to his skin—the fabric strained from his rock-hard cock pressing painfully against it.

Her fingers trace along her chest as her back arches off the bed, giving her enough space to unclasp her bra. She lowers the straps as her eyes lay locked on his, teasing him shamelessly as she slows down her pace.

“Don’t start,” he warns playfully, voice thick with need as he moves on the bed until he’s hovering over the top of her, his gold chain dangling off his neck, grazing her bare skin.

She flicks it to the side, making his breath hitch as his eyes devour, a deep groan rumbling in his chest. “How are you mine?” He mumbles just under his breath as he wets his lips, lowering himself to press her into the mattress.

He pins her down, pressing his lips to hers, all control slipping away. His fingers trace over her skin, ghosting through every dip, watching goosebumps spread across it as she reacts to his touch.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” he praises, his voice thick with desire.

“So are you,” she whispers. “Tell me you miss me…”

“You know I did—” His lips curve into a slight smirk as he lowers his lips to brush over the top of hers. “I missed you so much. Couldn’t focus on anything else. Every free moment—even the moments I didn’t have I didn’t have to spare, I spent thinkin’ about you.”

She looks up at him, eyes shining. “Me too.”

His fingers squeeze her hip with a possessive grip. “Good fuckin’ girl,” he mutters.

His eyes shift to his phone as he sees it in his peripheral vision, and his breath catches in his chest.

“Can’t believe you’re lettin’ me record this, princess.”

“I’m leaving… I thought I’d leave you with something—”

“So thoughtful,” he whispers as his fingers loop around her panties, pulling them down her legs. The chills of her wetness against the cool breeze of the ceiling fan makes her gasp and whimper as he rises up on his knees, guiding her hands to his body.

Her slight fingers trace the curve of his long, thick dick, following it to the tip, wetting the white fabric of his boxers with precum.

She circles her finger over the top of it, making him groan and hum for more as she brings it to her lips, sucking down.

“I want you in my mouth,” she breathes, the corners of her lips curling into a smirk as her hands meet his body again, tugging down his boxers, releasing his aching cock.

Without warning, Rafe rolls her on top, her hands flying down to press against his chest, eyes wide. She giggles, missing his heavy hand and his ability to control the situation with ease; the man, more than willing to give away power if it means getting teased by her.

“Fuck, you look so good on top of me, princess,” he groans as his palms clap against her ass cheeks, squeezing and pulling, guiding her to rock her soaked pussy against his length.

His heart races under her palm as he looks up at her, then the space between them, his plump bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

He huffs, his words fading to a deep moan as she moves her hand between her thighs, wrapping her fingers around his dick, tilting her body even closer.

She breathes against his mouth as she strokes his long length, nice and slow. "Do you know how many nights I’ve dreamed about you?" His eyes roll back at her words. A deep, gravelly moan thundering in his throat as she kisses along his jawline.

“Every night is wishful thinking,” he drawls as his head falls back onto the pillow, giving her access to his skin, your lips taking purchase of his neck, kissing lower and lower, his muscles tightening under her soft touches.

“Every. Fucking. Night,” she whispers between gentle kisses as she kisses down Rafe’s stomach.

“Holy shit—” He huffs at her words and the feeling of the tip of her warm tongue tracing his deep v-lines as she works between his thighs.

She wraps her fingers around his cock, holding him straight, licking along the side of his length, making him moan needily.

Her tongue travels across his hard skin, exploring every inch, taunting him some more. He grips her hair suddenly, pulling you back, making her gasp, goosebumps fanning across his thick thighs. She flicks her eyes at him, catching his rapid breathing.

“Stop teasin’ me, princess. I can’t take it,” he whispers.

“You’re taking it just fine, Rafe,” she whispers before she runs a line of spit down his cock, making his dick throb as it rolls down slowly. She gives him a cheeky smile as she strokes him in her fist.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re gonna be a brat now? That's cute. Keep goin’…” His voice comes out hoarse and taunting, but the sparkle in his eyes makes her heart trip.

“Pretty tough for someone begging for me, baby. What are you gonna do if I don’t?”

He laughs as he reaches forward, catching her cheeks in a single hand, squeezing just hard enough to pop open her lips.

“We both know I can take what I want, princess. But you’re gonna give it to me, aren’t you?” He asks sweetly.

She nods submissively, making him smile as she gives him a mumbled ‘yes’.

“Atta, baby. How about that mouth, huh?” He groans as she tap his fat tip against her tongue. “Just a pretty little slut for me,” he mumbles as a little trail of precum rolls down the side of his heavy cock, making her mouth water.

She traces his vein, making him shudder out a breath as she kisses and sucks on his head sloppily.

She rub his tip against her pillowy lips; his swollen head sheened with spit as his lashes flutter. Rafe rests his big hands on the top of her head, scratching his rough fingertips in her hair, causing her eyes to flutter shut.

She takes his cue, taking him inch by inch. "Yeah, baby. Just like that," he groans.

Rafe guides her, stroking his cock with her mouth, pitching his hips, driving his tip to the back of her throat, making her gag.

She sucks in her cheeks, keeping her lips tight around his thick cock, feeling a slight ache in her jaw as she bobs up and down.

He throws his head back onto the pillow, quickly returning his eyes to her, not wanting to miss a second. She adds her hand, working him closer and closer to his peak.

Her wrist moves in tandem with her mouth, laboring messily, thoroughly coating his cock with her saliva, slurping and squelching, making his toes curl with each stroke of her fist.

His big body trembles as praise falls from his lips, muttering incoherently between jagged breaths.

Rafe's grip on her hair tightens as a husky moan releases from his lips. She takes him deep into her throat before sucking back to his tip, pulling a pathetic whimper from his mouth as he looks back at her, watching as fat tears roll down her cheeks.

Rafe reaches out, brushing them away with his thumb before sucking it clean as she strokes his cock in her hand. "Fuck you look good, princess, Mmm... Gonna cum—Swallow it for me," he pleads as her lips circle him again, spit seeping down to his balls.

Rafe's toned hips jolt upwards, thighs trembling and flexing tightly. "Fuckk, baby," he moans as his sticky load paints the back of her throat.

His eyes pinch shut, cock throbbing on her tongue as she milks out his last bits of pleasure.

She draws her lips off him slowly—Rafe's body melting into the bed. "Co'mere, princess," he whispers drunkenly, sighing as she slinks higher, working toward his lips. "I'm addicted to you," he mumbles between kisses. "My fuckin' girl."

"M'Yours," she whispers, kissing him deeply.

“I’m gonna fill you up… Stuff my cum so deep in this perfect pussy, princess,” he breathes against her mouth.

"I wanna feel you inside me."

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she breathes as she cups his cheeks in her hand, brushing her thumb along his bottom lip. “I want to feel you tomorrow. I want you leaking out of me—“

Rafe rolls himself on top. Her lust-laced words do nothing but make his possessiveness worse, the need to mark her running hot in his veins. He crawls to her lips, hard cock dragging against her tummy, smudging precum along her warm skin.

Rafe lays himself down on top of her, pinning her to the mattress. He wraps his hand around her throat, using his hold to pull her to his lips, kissing her roughly.

“Can’t believe you just said that shit… Gonna be thinking about that when I'm fisting my dick, just dreaming it’s you, while I watch this tape—You hear how perfect you are for me?” He praises against her lips as he swirls his tip around her drooling hole, pressing in just enough to make her mouth fall in a soft "o," moaning into his mouth at the stretch.

"So fuckin’ soaked for me," he mutters, thrusting into her roughly, giving her all of him, making her scream his name.

“Rafe, fuck—”

He grips her thighs, slinging them over his big shoulders. Her eyes widen as his large cock stretches her out. Rafe presses his full weight into her, making her trembling hands claw for his hips.

"So deep," she whimpers.

"I'm so fuckin’ deep… Too much?”

She bites down on her bottom lip, shaking her head. 'No’.

"So damn tight. Mmpfh - Shit. This pussy, princess." Rafe starts to move, rolling and snapping his hips into her at the perfect pace. Her lashes beat shut as she toes the line between pleasure and pain, the knot in her belly threatening to break.

His large hand rests on her lower stomach, making her eyes snap down, following his touch, the tip of his big cock making a slight bulge in her tummy.

He pushes down a little more, making her eyes cross and roll back at the feeling. The slick sound of her pussy fills the room. His skin plops against hers with each slam of his toned hips.

He drops her legs from his shoulders, taking a bruising grip on her hips, fucking into her rough and fast, causing the headboard to thud against the wall with each thrust.

She grabs his wrists from her hips, dragging them up her body, resting on her tits, urging him to squeeze. He smiles as the rough pads of his thumbs brush over her nipples—that soft touch contrasting his punishing pace below.

Her rapid pulse raps against his palm, the metal of his rings chilling her dewy skin.

His hand drifts higher like before, finding its way around her throat. “Tighter," she pants. He laughs wickedly, applying further pressure, making her eyes fall closed, breasts bouncing with each thrust.

“Eyes on me, pretty. C’mon,” he coos. “Where’s my girl, huh?”

Her eyes lift open, fingers twisting in the sheets as she feels her pleasure about to burn through her.

“There she is—Come on, baby… Stop holdin’ back on me, yeah? I know you wanna cum around my dick—”

“Fuckk!" She sobs as her climax claims her body; Rafe continues to rail her through it, not letting up but speeding up, adding his fingers, making her pussy gush, the sensation sending him over the edge.

“That’s it… Fuckk," he groans, hips pumping one last time, filling her full. His head tosses back to the ceiling in exhaustion, cock throbbing inside her as he comes back down.

She reaches up for him, grabbing his arm to pull him in, then the back of his neck, pressing her lips against his as his heart bangs against hers.

She takes a deep, satisfied breath as her body trembles—cheeks wet with tears of pleasure and emotion.

“I love you, Rafe.”

“I love you too, princess.”

*back to my fic*

[goatgoesmbe]

fem!reader

est Gaz x Reader, Soap x reader (?)

tw : Johnny has no respect for privacy, sensual theme

Something was going on with Kyle and it was starting to irritate the others.

He couldn't seem to get his attention off of his phone, tapping away before turning it off and on again as if it would change anything. Said phone was always with him, and every time it vibrated, everyone could see how his eyes lit up before they immediately locked in on the phone as he zoned in on it and tuned out his surroundings.

Johnny being the nosy bastard that he was-- kept trying to sneak a peek of Kyle's phone, but he never succeeded. While Kyle's focus was always on the phone, that doesn't mean he were vulnerable from threats (Johnny).

And so Johnny waited and observed. Until one day, god rewarded him for his patience.

Right there, on the seat in the armory, Kyle left his phone after taking off his gear.

Johnny was a good friend if he said so himself, so of course he would be nice and give it back to Kyle.

But first..

Smiling and giggling like a fully grown male, Johnny swiped the phone before turning it on. He was even more giddy when he found that Kyle didn't bother to set a password.

But then, his smile dropped when he swiped it open, showing a chat log of Kyle and the bonniest thing he had ever seen.

Now, while Kyle never told anyone that he had someone waiting for him back home, everyone kind of assumed he did.

But what made Johnny freeze was more than that.

There, on the screen were a barrage of pictures of you. Clad in a skimpy lingerie posing sensually for the camera, for Kyle.

On your knees with your legs spread slightly, teasingly, arching your back which pushed your tits outward, almost spilling out the top. Another picture was taken from the back, showing off your ass in pretty panties as you threw a naughty smile over your shoulder.

Johnny kept scrolling and was rewarded with more salacious pictures.

Panties pushed aside with your fingers buried into your dripping cunt while your other hand was cupping your tit over a pathetic excuse of a bra. Johnny almost let out a gasp when he swiped again, looking at the image of your legs spread wide to show a dildo snug inside your ass while you kept fingering your pussy. And that look on your face, flushed red with eyes hazy, mouth parted which made him wonder the kind of voices you'd make.

His question was answered soon enough.

The most recent message included a video. And if he wasn't already hard before he sure was now.

Surprisingly, his brain was still functioning despite the amount of blood going south, so he immediately paused it after a second it played automatically, cutting off your moan.

While he really wanted to tap on that play button, he knew he couldn't do it right here where everyone could hear. Sure, he could just mute it but he wanted the full experience.

So he quickly forwarded every media from the chat log to his own number before deleting the evidence. Then, as if nothing happened, he turned it off before heading out to find Kyle and give his phone back, being as casual as possible while he whistled along the way.

Unfortunately, he failed to notice that he actually sent it to the groupchat.

[seungkw1]

safe haven — ljh

♡ pairing: neighbor!jihoon x fem!reader ♡ theme: fluff, hurt/comfort ♡ wc: 3.9k ♡ warnings: post-breakup dynamics, cheating (from ex), swearing, mentions of food ♡ a/n: written as part of the Winter with You collab put on by @camandemstudios - make sure to check out the full collab masterlist here!! give all these talented writers some love <3 and big thanks to @lovetaroandtaemin for beta reading!!

As if your fiancé leaving you for another woman wasn’t enough to make this the shittiest week of your life, now you’ve managed to lock yourself out of your house during an incoming blizzard. At least your next-door neighbor is home, and he’s kind enough to offer you shelter from the storm. You barely know Jihoon, only having spoken to him a few times - but soon, you discover you have more in common than you initially thought.

Five days ago, you made the innocent mistake of picking up your fiancé’s phone when you thought it was yours. You noticed immediately when you saw the lock screen - it was a photo of you and him from last December, posed in front of a Christmas tree, taken minutes after he proposed. In it, you’re smiling ear to ear, enthusiastically showing off the beautiful engagement ring he bought you. The photo has been his wallpaper ever since. “You look so happy,” he told you a couple months ago. “I can’t bring myself to change it.”

You go to set the phone back down, but a notification catches your eye. You take a closer look, discovering a string of WhatsApp messages, all from somebody named Kelsey. 

Huh, that’s weird, you think to yourself. I didn’t know he even used WhatsApp. 

Normally, you’d think nothing of it - but something feels off. You hesitate for a moment. You know each other’s passcodes for the sake of convenience; you’ve never felt the need to go through his phone, and you feel bad about even thinking about doing it. But, your gut is telling you to investigate.

You input the password and open the message thread. You’re not quite sure what you’re even looking for, but two seconds of scrolling tells you all you need to know. Dumbfounded, you read the particular message three more times before it sinks in: 

Can’t wait for our vacation next week baby, I really need to get away from all of this right now. 

Your stomach lurches as if you’ve just been punched in the gut. He told you he was going on a business trip next week. He told you that months ago. 

Get away from ‘all of this’? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Does he mean… me???

Blood rushes through your ears as you read through the never-ending series of sexts, nudes, notes more romantic than anything he’s ever said to you before, an entire paper trail of all the times and locations of the evident affair - until you feel like you’re going to be sick. 

No, it’s not real. It can’t be. There’s no way…

Paralyzed, you stand there in disbelief, but as several more minutes of scrolling pass, it becomes clear that this is actually happening. Tears start to well in your eyes, but you quickly bottle it up, converting the energy into anger instead. You take the phone and march into his office to confront him - ready to shut him down when he tries to deny it. 

But, he doesn’t even try to deny it. He doesn’t even care.

“Well, it’s about time you found out anyway,” he tells you nonchalantly.

“Our wedding is in three months!! How fucking long were you going to wait to tell me??”

“I was gonna tell you soon, I just needed it to be the right time.”

“The right time??!! When is there a right time to dump your fiancé???”

“Listen, y/n-”

“Don’t tell me to fucking listen!!” you raise your voice at him. “In fact, don’t say anything else. Get the fuck out of my house.”

“You can’t tell me to get out, this is my house too,” he replies, with the sheer audacity to have a tone of annoyance in his voice.

“It’s MY name on the fucking papers. Get. Out.”

And so, he left. Didn’t even give you his set of keys back. Didn’t even say goodbye.

Now, you sit here parked in your driveway, the howling of harsh winter winds whistling over the melancholy tune playing loudly from the car radio. The volume is cranked all the way up, but despite your best efforts to drown out the outside world, the sharp whooshing sounds persist. Looks like the incoming storm is going to be as bad as predicted - if not worse. The blustering begins to jostle the whole vehicle. You stare aimlessly out the front windshield, watching chunks of snow flying erratically through the air as the winds pick up further. With a sigh, you turn the ignition off, the engine and radio going silent. If you're going to sit around moping, might as well do it inside where it's warm. You reach for the garage door remote clipped on the visor above you, but your hand only hits the soft padding. Right, you think to yourself, still gotta get that one replaced too. 

You drag yourself out of your car, hastily throwing your coat on and stumbling through the wind toward your front door. Flipping through your keys, something feels off. You look down, assuming your frozen fingers are just too stiff to pick out the correct one. You stare at the collection for several seconds, but your house key is not there. 

“What the fuck?” you mutter to yourself in confusion. Then, a horrible realization sets in: you never put your new key on the keyring after getting your locks changed. 

You brace yourself against the wind, trudging through the pile of snow accumulating in your front yard. As you reach the window, you lean over the bushes, peering through the partially-shut blinds into your kitchen to see a set of gold keys, sitting upon the center of the countertop. 

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Your stupid ex-fiancé isn’t even around anymore and he’s still finding new ways to make your life miserable. If he had just returned your damn keys, you wouldn’t be in this situation right now.

Tears start welling in your eyes - and this time, you surrender. The droplets begin to freeze on your face almost instantly, but you let yourself cry. After several minutes, you’re feeling slightly better - but you’re getting quite cold. You decide to head back to your car, at least turn the heat on while you try and figure out what to do, no need to stand here and get frostbite-

“Um, excuse me…”

You jump at the sound of the voice coming from behind you, whipping your head around to see a very bundled up man. You can’t see much of his face, but he looks to be in his late-twenties, with dark hair peeking out from under a thick beanie. It takes you a moment, but you realize it’s your next-door neighbor, Jihoon, whom you've met approximately once.

“I just wanted to check if you were okay,” he says loudly, doing his best to speak over the noisy wind. “You’ve been standing out here for a while.”

“Oh,” you reply, also speaking up. You wipe the tears off your cheeks with the back of your gloves. “Um, I’m kind of locked out of my house.”

“Is the lock frozen?”

“No- well actually, I don’t know, it might be, but I don’t have my key,” you explain, gesturing through the window. “It’s in there.”

“How did you manage to do that?” he inquires, not being condescending, but genuinely asking.

“The front door locks behind you when you leave.” 

“Ohhh. Well that’s no good.” He pauses for a moment, looking at you curiously, before continuing.

“Um, well I know you don't know me very well, but if you need a place to wait while you call somebody you are welcome to come in,” he tilts his head toward his house. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything, but it’s really dangerous to be out in this storm.”

Normally, you’d be standoffish to a man you barely know inviting you into his house - but, something about him tells you you can trust him. He looks and sounds sincere, and you really don’t have anywhere else to go. Plus, you’re fucking freezing. You nod at him.

“I would really appreciate that,” you shout over the wind. He nods back, gesturing for you to follow along. He walks with you to his front door, the both of you taking large steps to trek through the several inches of snow that has already accumulated. He turns the knob and ushers you inside, following quickly and shutting the door behind him. 

The sounds of the howling wind abruptly stop, the door creating a barricade between you and the heavy winter storm. Your ears ring slightly, but as you adjust to the quietness of indoors you pick up on a familiar tune playing from the other room. 

“Is that En Bateau I hear?” you ask as you unlace your boots. 

He’s in the middle of unwrapping his scarf from around his head, but he perks up at your question. “Yeah! You know Petite Suite?” 

“It’s one of my favorites,” you reply warmly as you take off your coat. You try to avoid letting the jacket’s heavy dusting of snow fall to the floor, without success. 

“Dammit, I got your floor all wet,” you inform him with a sigh. You realize you’re shivering - the house is warm, comfortably so, but standing out in the cold for however long you were out there certainly chilled you to your bones. He takes your coat from your hands, shaking off the rest of the snow before putting it on a hanger for you.

“Don’t even worry about it,” he tells you, grabbing a neatly folded towel from the closet and mopping up the mess. “There’s some blankets on the couch, you should warm yourself up.” 

The prospect of a nice cozy blanket sends you speedwalking into the living room. You spot the stack of blankets, also neatly folded, and grab the thickest one you see - it’s plush and velvety, dark red in color, and gigantic. You wrap the soft fleece around your whole body, plopping cross-legged onto the couch, practically turning yourself into a cocoon. Immediately you start to warm up, your poor frozen extremities finally relieved of the painful cold. As you defrost, your brain begins to work again, processing your surroundings. Though you’ve never been inside, your neighbor’s abode feels very homely - the decor is largely cream-colored, accented with warm earth tones, doused in low lighting sourced from a few lamps placed strategically around the room. Though a plain, warm white, the walls are flourished tastefully with various unique artworks - nothing you recognize, but all very pleasing to the eye. Not that your ex was a slob, but you’ve never known a man to be so neat and tasteful. Refreshing, you think to yourself.

You hear soft footsteps from behind you as Jihoon enters the room. You turn to see him bearing a glass of water, a piping hot mug, and a small metal tin. 

“I don’t know if you like tea,” he starts as he sets the beverages on the coffee table’s coasters. “But I thought you might want something warm to drink.”

“Tea sounds great, thank you so much,” you reply as you wiggle your arms out of the tangle of blanket surrounding you. Reaching for the tin, you pull out a bag of Earl Grey and place it in the mug to steep.

“It’s y/n, right?” he asks as he sits in a nearby armchair.

“That’s me,” you reply. “And you’re Jihoon, yes?”

He nods to confirm. “I know we met once a while ago,” he adds, “but I wasn’t sure if you remembered.”

"Of course I remember, I accidentally stole your packages,” you say with a laugh. “I felt bad about that for months.”

“No harm done, it was an honest mistake,” he replies with a calm smile. 

The tea is nowhere near ready, but you take a sip anyway. The hot liquid sends a wave of warmth through your whole body, making you instantly feel much better. Now that you’re not freezing and in tears, you can finally think straight, and you remember why you’re here in the first place.

“I should call the locksmith, god knows how long it’s gonna take them to get here in this storm,” you state as you look around for your phone, but it’s nowhere to be seen. 

“Oh, I think my phone is still in my bag.”

You start to get up, but Jihoon is faster.

“Here, I’ll grab it for you.”

He disappears from the room in an instant, returning a few moments later with your bag in hand. Thanking him politely, you rummage around for your phone until you find it. You open Google and type locksmith into the search, calling the first one you see with good reviews. 

“I’m sorry ma’am, due to the storm we aren’t able to send anyone out until tomorrow.”

You try another one, but it’s the same story. A third one, no luck either. Nobody is able to come out until tomorrow morning. Dejected, you go ahead and schedule an appointment for 7am the next day. You do your best to remain calm, but you’re too exhausted to hold in your tears.

“I don’t know what to do,” you say to Jihoon, burying your face with your hands.

“Hey,” he replies softly. “It’s gonna be okay. You can stay here as long as you need.” 

“I don’t want to be a bother,” you sigh.

“You’re not,” he assures you. “I promise. You’re welcome to take the guest room.”

“Are you sure?” you say with a sniffle, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“Of course,” he nods. 

“Thank you so much,” you tell him sincerely. “You’re a lifesaver.”

“No problem at all,” he says with a soft smile. “Also, are you hungry? I have some leftover stew I was going to heat up, if you’d like some.”

You didn’t even realize that you were hungry, but the mention of food makes your stomach rumble. 

“That sounds amazing,” you reply. 

Jihoon spends a few minutes in the kitchen, returning with two steaming bowls of a hearty-looking beef stew. 

“This is delicious,” you remark as you scoop another chunk of potato into your mouth. “I’m gonna need your recipe.”

“Oh, thank you,” Jihoon replies humbly. “I’m glad you like it.”

Several moments of silence pass between you two as you enjoy the meal, the music of Debussy’s piano filling the room in lieu of conversation. But instead of it being awkward, you feel peaceful, replenished from the food and the warmth of Jihoon’s home.

“Is there anything you want to watch?” he eventually turns to ask you. “I like having something on while I eat, but if not it’s okay.”

“Sounds good to me,” you reply. “What are you watching right now?”

“Oh, um, I like… anime,” he says sheepishly, turning slightly pink with embarrassment. “But we definitely don’t have to watch that. What do you like?”

“Have you seen The Great British Bake Off?” you respond. “It’s on Netflix.”

“Never heard of it,” he admits, but he already has the tv remote in hand, opening the app.

“I haven’t seen the new season yet, if you want to start there.”

“Will I understand it if I haven’t seen the other seasons?” he inquires, causing you to giggle.

“It’s a reality show, each season is different,” you fill him in, proceeding to explain the premise. He listens earnestly, but his facial expression tells you he is skeptical. 

“It’s really good, I promise!” you assure him.

“I don’t really get it,” he admits with a confused look on his face. “But if you say it’s good, I’ll take your word for it.”

He puts on the first episode, letting you explain the different challenges to him. About halfway through the episode, he turns to you.

“So… what exactly do they win?”

“A cake stand,” you answer. The look of bewilderment on his face makes you laugh again.

“So they don’t even get any money from it??”

“Nope,” you reply, cozying up under the blanket again. “That’s why it’s so wholesome.”

“Ah, okay,” he says, still unsure about the whole thing. But by the end of the first episode, he’s hooked.

“How do they do that??” he remarks at each contestant’s fanciful cake in the final challenge, his eyes glued to the tv. As soon as the credits start to roll, he clicks the Next Episode button.

“See? I told you it was good,” you say with a sleepy smile. The combination of the satisfying dinner, the warmth of the blanket, and the relaxing nature of the show is quickly making your eyelids turn heavy. You lean your head against the back of the couch, determined not to doze off - but within a few minutes, you are fast asleep.

The soft light of early dawn glows through your closed eyelids as you begin to awaken. You’re so warm and comfortable that you don’t even bother opening your eyes - instead you just lay there, relaxing under the blankets. As your brain slowly wakes, last night’s events start to register in your mind - you grimace as you recall the bitter cold of being stuck outside your own house, having a breakdown, feeling utterly helpless until-

Your eyes pop open. Sleepily adjusting to the morning light filtering in through the windows, you see that you’re still in Jihoon’s house, on the couch. You turn your face to see a pillow underneath your head that wasn’t there previously, and an extra knit blanket draped over the red fleece one that was already wrapped around you. Jihoon is nowhere in sight, presumably still asleep. You wonder what time it is - when suddenly you remember the locksmith appointment you made for 7am. Panicked, you bolt upright, searching for your phone amidst the blankets, until you spot it laying upon the coffee table, plugged into a charger that isn’t yours. You snatch it up, your heart sinking when you see the time: 7:34am.

“SHIT,” you grumble to yourself. You hurriedly unravel yourself from the tangle of blankets - it’s still warm in his house, but a chill hits you in the absence of the cozy covers. Sitting fully upright, you feel your feet bump something as they touch the carpet. Looking down, you spot a pair of slippers - light beige in color, women’s, brand new with the tags still on. For a moment you feel a bit weird about putting them on (Why does he have these, anyway?), but you’re cold, and at this point you don’t care. You slip them on, the comfort of the fluffy interior immediately making you  glad you did. They feel high quality - luxurious even, and now you feel nice and toasty. Rising from the couch, you grab the top blanket and wrap it around you. The inviting scent of coffee suddenly hits you - you follow it into the kitchen, where Jihoon stands before a brewing coffee pot. Noticing you have entered the room, he turns to greet you.

“Good morning,” he says warmly. He wears a pair of plaid pajama pants, seemingly with a matching top underneath a dark fleece quarter-zip. You note that he also has slippers on, not too dissimilar from the ones currently on your feet. As the coffee finishes brewing, he grabs two mugs, gesturing to you with one. 

“Would you like some coffee?”

“I’d love some,” you answer. He takes the pot and pours the piping hot beverage into your mug.

“Cream and sugar?” 

“Yes, please.”

He fixes your drink and hands you the steaming mug. You take a small, careful sip, your insides instantly warmed by the smooth brew.

“Delicious, thank you,” you tell him, taking another generous sip.

“Of course,” he nods.

“Guess I missed the locksmith,” you say with a sigh. “I should’ve thought to set an alarm before I passed out.”

He turns, reaching for something on the counter. Turning back, he extends his hand to you, your keys laying in his palm.

“Already taken care of,” he says with a smile.

“How did you…” Your words trail off as you take the keys, your fingertips lightly grazing his warm skin. 

“I met the locksmith and explained the situation,” he explains. “He picked the lock in like, one minute.” He gives you an apologetic look as he continues. “I’m sorry I went into your house without asking you first, I felt bad, but I didn’t want to have to wake you and drag you out into the cold.”

“Don’t apologize,” you reply, shaking your head quickly. “I really really appreciate it.”

“I’m glad I could help,” he tells you with a soft smile.

“Thank you for the pillow too,” you add. “And the slippers, glad you had these laying around,” you say with a grin. His smile fades slightly, glancing away for a moment. 

“They were supposed to be a gift,” he says as he looks at you again. “But I didn’t need them anymore. You can keep them.” He smiles, but despite trying to hide it, his tone is tinged with sadness.

“Oh,” you say softly. “You sure?”

He hesitates slightly, unsure whether to tell you.

“They were for my girlfriend, but she left me a couple weeks ago,” he admits. He looks down at his coffee, stirring it aimlessly with the spoon. A pang of sympathy hits you. 

“I’m sorry,” you say gently. “I unfortunately can relate. My fiancé left me five days ago, for another woman.”

He perks his head up slightly in surprise. “Oh wow, what an awful week this must be. I’m sorry, too.”

“Yeah, quite honestly, it fucking sucks,” you say, staring off into space a bit. 

“I was about to propose,” he adds, unsure exactly why he’s telling you this. But you both are feeling a newfound, unspoken kinship in your aligned misfortunes. “But one day she just told me she didn’t love me anymore.”

“Jesus, that’s terrible, I’m so sorry,” you empathize. “I found out my fiancé was cheating on me and confronted him. He didn’t even give a shit so I kicked him out, haven’t seen or heard from him since.”

“Wow,” Jihoon says with wide eyes. He lets out a sigh. “I had already bought a ring, too. She didn’t know, but I had the whole proposal planned out.” He shrugs, shaking his head. “I guess it’s for the better that she left before I even bothered.”

“Yeah, doesn’t make it any less painful though.”

“Definitely not. And I wasn’t even able to return the ring.” He laughs, letting out an incredulous huff. 

“Oh my god,” you react in bewilderment. 

“It’s alright,” he says calmly. “Maybe I’ll be able to use it someday.”

His eyes linger on you slightly too long as the words roll off his tongue. The moment is brief, fleeting - but it’s enough for you to notice. 

“Would you like any more coffee?” he asks before you can fully process anything, nudging the pot in your direction.

“I’m alright, thank you,” you reply, finishing the last bit in your mug. 

“Here, I’ll take it.” 

“I better get going, now that I can actually get into my house,” you announce with a smile. “I’ll get out of your hair.”

“You weren’t a bother at all,” he assures you. “But I’m sure you’re dying to go home.”

Jihoon walks to his entryway. He gathers your things for you, taking your coat from the closet and helping you into it.

“I truly can’t thank you enough,” you tell him sincerely. “You really saved my ass.”

He smiles at you. “You’re very welcome. It was nice to finally properly meet you, y/n.”

He hands you something as he opens the door for you. You take it - it’s a blue sticky note, with his name and phone number written neatly on it.

“You can always call me if you need anything at all.”

“Thank you,” you smile warmly, folding the note and tucking it safely into your pocket. “I will.”

[xxepherr]

.ೃ࿐RESEARCH

summary — in which a research day takes place in the comfort of the home she shares with her boyfriend. he has a debate with his former podcast cohost to prepare notes for, and she has a federal election to cover.

pairings — hasan piker x politicalcorrespondent!girlfriend

pronouns — she/her

word count — 1470

note — not really an x reader bc she covers australian politics but lives in america with him, and therefore i didn't wanna make it too reader-specific. anyway, the election just ended here in australia and it was on the same day as the hasan v e debate so i decided to get back into writing :)

THE HOUSE HAD NOT been this silent in a long time.

for the past week and a half, her and her boyfriend had been locking themselves in different rooms during their free time to get together as much research as they possibly could on two very different political situations. hasan, who had an upcoming debate with the man who was a former friend and podcast cohost, and her, who had little time to prepare for the upcoming australian election before she had to fly there to cover the lead up to the count.

hasan's family hadn't been around as much since the start of last week because of it. she loved his family but there was something incredibly peaceful about the atmosphere being so silent that every shift in the air could be heard. especially when she had twenty tabs lagging out her laptop and could feel another blue screen threatening to interrupt her once again.

it was late afternoon, the sun mellowing outside the window as she lounged on her stomach across the floor of the open-space living room. the loudest thing that greeted her ears was the sudden heavy footsteps on the hardwood flooring. lost in thought as she scrolled endlessly through an article to ensure it withhold as much bias as possible, she didn't look up at hasan, not even when he stepped over her, bending slightly to scratch the top of her head in a silent greeting before sitting down next to her on the comfortable rug.

he waited for her to speak first, not wanting to break her out of her train of thought. he watched the time tick to two minutes at the top of his phone as he retweeted a post before she spoke. "hey," she lifted her head to look up at him, a warm smile bubbling to life. "how was stream?"

"same old," he said simply, tilting her chin up a little more to press a kiss to her lips. "i tried to finish as early as possible for you." he'd explained at the start of the stream that it wasn't going to be super long one because he had other commitments, namely his girlfriend, and so once he covered everything he needed to plus a few extra things, he was queueing up the outro song and turning off his camera.

"aw," she hummed, turning back to glance at her laptop again. she glanced at the time down in the corner of her screen. "did you want me to make us something to eat or . . .?"

shaking his head, hasan reached over to the coffee table that she had pushed closer to the couch earlier to grab his laptop. "ordered us your favourite already." he knew she was busy and didn't want to interrupt her, so he took the initiative to order from her favourite cafe to treat her. he had walked past her multiple times within the past couple of hours to go get food or a water refill because she didn't come in to drop off any when she got her own like she normally did due to the amount of research she was stuck under.

it meant that he knew she had not eaten much either, and they were going to be on the floor for a while until they called it quits . . . he was getting ready for it to be a long night.

"ugh," she groaned in delight, "you're a lifesaver. this is doing my fucking head in."

with each day of campaigning changing the narrative, there was so much constant work she had to do to keep up until her flight out to australia in a few days time.

"talk to me," hasan hummed, opening the lid of his laptop and typing in the password. the document that already had links and bullet point lists under subheadings already took up two pages and it wasn't even in full detail yet.

"they want me to talk about literally every party, basically," she tried not to sound like she was complaining too hard, but she was genuinely just frustrated. not at the workload — at the fact that the country was slowly turning to shit and people were genuinely falling for the lies of all the conservative parties that got far more votes than they realistically should. "there are people genuinely considering voting in the next trump and elon because they listen to the australian equivalent of fox news and do no further research, like they're straight up just ignoring the fact that peter dutton and gina rinehart are gonna fuck things up so bad, and people believe their nuclear power being cheaper bullshit." she spoke so fast she was quickly out of breath.

hasan did not know as much about australian politics so a lot of it did not stick out to him, but he gladly listened to her every time she spoke about it. the information got stored into a compartment in his brain that was labelled 'aus politics for when i need it' and it got added to every time his girlfriend mentioned anything about it. he didn't have to understand her to be attentive.

"and there's this dickhead who makes a new right-wing party every election 'cause he has too much money," she rambled on, melting under the sudden feeling of his hand tracing patterns on the skin that was exposed on her back from her shirt riding up. "guess what it's called this year."

"uh . . . trump part two?" hasan answered unsurely, partially kidding. his jaw dropped when she didn't immediately say he was wrong.

"basically," she admitted, "it's called trumpet of patriots. it sounds like a super bad meme."

that was news to him. "you're . . . not joking?"

"nope."

laughter tumbled out of him, his hand stilling on her back for a moment. "that's so unserious."

"it's basically the unserious version of the us election," she shrugged, switching to a different tab. this time, an article about how cost of living is swaying younger voters. "anyway . . . how's yours going?"

the words on the document he had open were staring holes through him. "i'm definitely mentally preparing for this shit way more than preparing notes, that's for sure." he didn't do debates because they showcase as more of an entertainment thing than an actual way to get your point across to the other party involved. he was willing to have a conversation with his former cohost and friend, but he knew how it would unfold. everyone did. it would hardly be productive, and so all mental preparation would go towards harbouring extreme levels of restraint and calamity.

her fingers hovered over the keyboard, pausing. hasan maneuvered so that he was laying stomach-down on the floor, his laptop beside hers as he got comfortable. "we both know how its gonna go down."

"uh huh."

"he's gonna talk over you, mock your stuttering, and be a child about literally everything," she easily listed off, annoyance simmering underneath at the thought of it. sometimes she sat in the armchair in the corner of the room while he streamed when she wanted to be in his presence without being on camera. she, however, would absolutely not be sitting in on that debate because she could already picture how much of a mess it would be. she planned to watch it from afar, but even then it was going to be a hard watch.

there was no denying it. hasan could only sigh. they lapsed into a comforting silence, basking in the warmth of the late afternoon sun shining through the windows. the peaceful levels of quiet were only broken by the repetitive pattern of keyboard keys echoing clicks and when kaya dug her wet nose into hasan's arm to try get attention before doing it to her other owner.

a brief cuddle session break that was lengthened when the food arrived lasted a little longer than it perhaps should have, but then it was back to scrolling through videos, social media posts and articles to compile as much as they could. hasan was interrupt her train of thought to ask "does this sound okay?" whenever necessary, and she did similar, instead asking, "is this okay enough?" because all she really needed were unbiased facts to at least try combat the problem of political presenters sharing their opinion when they shouldn't be.

it only lasted until the sun was pretty much gone and they were bathed in darkness when she shut the lid of her laptop and rolled onto him until she was laying directly on top of his back. "wanna play stardew valley?" was all she had to ask and he was closing his laptop lid and trying to stand up without her falling to the floor, research long forgotten as they booted up the xbox to play their split-screen farm.

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✦𝓕𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓞𝓷𝓮✦

𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: 𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖔 𝖝 𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖔𝖈 𝕷𝖞𝖗𝖎𝖖

𝕻𝖑𝖔𝖙: 𝕷𝖞𝖗𝖎𝖖 𝖎𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖏𝖎𝖒𝖒𝖞 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖊'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖔 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕊𝕄𝕌𝕋

this is a request sorry for the hiatus I had writer's block lol but enjoyyyyy

Lyriq was looking forward to coming home. The day had been long, and she wanted to chill, grab something to eat, and maybe watch a movie with Jimmy if he was home. With both of their crazy schedules, it had been rare for them to see each other the past few weeks.

Jimmy is her fiance and they are getting married in just a few months.

She walked through the front door, and Jimmy was sitting on the couch like he usually was when she came home. But tonight, the vibe felt off. He was zoned out, eyes glued to the TV, his body slouched like he had something on his mind.

"Hey, babe," she said, hanging up her jacket by the door. "How was your day?"

He barely looked up, giving her a half-hearted “Good” before turning back to the screen to whatever was playing.

she brushed it off and tried to convince herself that he was just tired.

But something wasn’t adding up. The vibe was definitely off.

lyriq went into the kitchen, grabbed a quick drink, and when she came back into the living room, Jimmy was gone. probably in the bathroom, but he made the dumb mistake of leaving his phone on the coffee table.

she heard a low ding of a text coming through. lyriq debated for a second if she should check who it was. She wasn’t expecting anything crazy, just wanted to know why he was being weird.

she picked up his phone and put the password in.

His Dumb ass didn't even change the password

It was a video with a text under it saying “I miss you” from Papa John's? her thumb hovered over it for a moment, and then she hit play.

It was Jimmy her fiancé. He was with Monique. The Monique she had hung out with last week. They were on a balcony somewhere, fucking. lyriq's stomach dropped when she saw him inches inside her with his hand tangled in her hair while she moaned.

she watched the video again thinking of a reaction should she crash out on him or leave. she could feel her hands start to tremble and her face get hot from the anger boiling up.

Before she could even process what she was feeling, she heard footsteps coming down the hall. Jimmy was back, and he didn’t see what she had just seen.

"I feel 10 pounds lighter" he chuckles.

He was smiling, acting like nothing was wrong, like nothing had changed. His dumbass had no clue.

she throws the phone at him, and his smile drops as he dodges the phone.

“The fuck is wrong with you” he raises his voice, confused looking at the broken phone on the floor and then back at her.

lyriq didn’t respond. Instead, she grabbed the ring from her finger, Chucking it at him. The diamond hitting him in the face, but he didn’t even flinch. His hands hovered in front of him, looking dumb like he was waiting for some kind of explanation.

He opened his mouth to speak, but she beat him to it.

“Don't. Just shut the fuck up.” her voice was shaky, but her anger started rising the more she looked at his face.

“You’ve been playing me this whole time, huh? While I was out here telling everyone we were locked in, you were out here fucking Monique, lying to my face.”

He looked at her with wide eyes, the guilt all over his face. But there was no way she was giving him a pass. No way.

“Lyriq, wait. can I at least explain myself,” he started, reaching for her, but she pulled back, she was heated.

“Explain what? That you cheated on me? with my fucking friend? ain't shit to explain nigga” She could feel the tears threatening to spill, but she fought them. She was done with him.

The silence in the room grew heavier. she could see Jimmy stumbling over his words, but it didn’t matter anymore. she didn’t care about his excuses.

she turned her back on him packing her shit and leaving.

“LYRIQ,” he called, but she didn’t stop.

she got in her car and didn’t even know where she was going. her mind was racing. She just needed to get away from him before she did something that could get her 25 to life.

her phone buzzed in her pocket, but she didn’t even want to look at it. It was probably Jimmy.

her phone buzzed again. This time, it was Solo. She had been close to him for years.

parking her car on a random street she picked up the phone, trying to steady her breath.

“Solo… I… I don’t know what to do.” she cries.

“Lyriq? you crying? where you at?” he asked, his voice deep with concern.

she bit your lip, trying to hold it together. “I—Solo, I just caught Jimmy cheating. I saw the video. With Monique. I’m… I don’t know what to do.”

There was a pause on the other end. She could hear him cursing.

“You aii? You need me to come get you?”

she closed your eyes, trying to process the emotions hitting her all at once. “No I'm fine, I just can't believe I trusted your trifling ass brother, Solo."

“I know, Lyriq. I’m so sorry. But listen to me, aii? You don’t have to do this alone. I’m here, okay?” he reassured her.

“I’m on my way, Solo. I need you right now.”

"I'll be here"

It didn’t take long to get to his place. Solo was standing there in front of the building, waiting for her as he said.

As soon as he saw her, his eyes softened.

“You good?” he asked grabbing her into a hug.

“I’m good Just can’t believe this shit right now.” she glanced up at him, barely able to hold back the tears.

"let's go inside it's cold out here" he opens the door for her letting her walk ahead before walking into the building too.

In Solo's Apartment

“You didn’t deserve that shit, Lyriq, You never deserved to be played like that. My brother is a fucking idiot." he wiped her tears as they stood in his kitchen drinking vodka and cranberry juice.

she bit her lip, trying to keep herself together. The anger still bubbled inside her.

“Thanks,”

"I'm for real" Solo stepped forward again, closing the space between them.

His presence was almost overwhelming, but not in a bad way. He had a way of making her feel safe, even when everything else around her felt like it was falling apart. But then his gaze dropped to her lips, and for the first time in a while, she felt a different kind of tension between them.

“Solo…” she whispered his name.

Solo’s lips hovered just above hers, the thick, chemistry that had always been there but had been buried for the sake of her relationship creeping up.

He leaned in slowly, giving her the space to back away if she wanted. But Lyriq didn’t move. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, letting him close the distance.

And then his lips were on hers—gentle at first as if testing the waters, as if waiting for her to tell him to stop. But she didn’t. she kissed him back.

Solo’s lips deepened the kiss, his hands finding their way to her waist, pulling Lyriq closer.

“I got you” He whispered softly against her lips, sending chills down her spine and straight to her pussy.

The kiss lingered and When she finally pulled away, her breath was heavy, and her mind was racing.

They stare at each other for a long second before their lips connect again. Solo places her on the counter, and their hands explore each other before he picks her up and carries her to his bedroom.

"let me take care of you like a real man should baby," he says kissing her neck.

He steps into his room and places Lyric on the bed with no words or time clothes are ripped off, they need each other bad.

"fuck Ma" Solo's eyes roamed over Lyriq's body, taking in every inch of her. He could see the way her titties hardened under his gaze, the way her breath hitched as he slowly stroked his dick.

"fuck that I need you inside me," Lyriq says breathing heavily when she sees Solo getting in position to give her head.

They laughed before he climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. Lyriq's breath hitched as she felt the tip press against her entrance.

"fuck" She moaned as he slowly pushed into her, filling her completely.

"this pussy wet as fuck for me love" he whispers in her ear.

Lyriq's legs wrapped around Solo's waist, urging him deeper. He complied, thrusting into her slow and deep.

"fuck mama, you choking this dick" he groans going harder and faster, Lyriq's nails dug into Solo's back.

"oh- solo I can't take it" She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing.

"relax baby what I tell you? I'm gonna take care of you" he kisses her forehead.

"but I'm so- mmm" she moans.

"close? I know baby I feel you" Solo understood her body in a way Jimmy never did and she was never going back Solo wasn't getting rid of her he'd created a psycho.

The way Lyriq's pussy clenched around his Dick, the way her body trembled beneath him. He knew she was close, and he wanted to push her over the edge.

"let it go beautiful, cum for me" He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in slow circles, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. Lyriq's moans turned into screams as her orgasm hit her, her body convulsing as she squirted for the first time all over solo.

"There we go, good fucking girl" he smiles with pride.

Solo didn't stop, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he chased his own release. He could feel Lyriq's pussy gripping his dick as her body still trembled from her orgasm. He let out a low groan as he nutted inside her.

But he wasn't done with her his dick still hard. He flipped her onto her stomach, positioning her on her hands and knees.

"I ain't done with this pussy" He rubbed his dick against her, coating it in her juices before pressing against her entrance. He pushed in slowly, her pussy stretching to accommodate his size.

"your so fucking big" Lyriq moaned, her body pushing back against him.

"throw that shit back on this dick mama" he smacks her ass before she started throwing it back on him.

"I'm gonna cum" Lyriq's moans as her second orgasm hit her, her body shaking as she squirted for the second time.

"you so fucking sexy like this mama" Solo could feel his own orgasm building, his body tensing as he neared the edge. his cock throbbing as he nutted again this time on her back.

both of them falling onto the bed exhausted and out of breath lying with each other in comfortable silence.

He slipped out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom. She heard the sound of running water and smiled, knowing he was running her a bath. True to his word, he was taking care of her, putting her needs first.

When he returned, he put her over his shoulder and carried her to the bathroom. He lowered her into the warm, bubbly water, the scent of vanilla filling the air her favorite scent.

She sighed in contentment, leaning back against the tub. Solo knelt beside her, running a washcloth over her skin.

“nigga you trying to make me crazy?” she murmured chuckling not used to this treatment.

“Maybe, shit you tryna make me crazy? ”He chuckled, a low, sexy sound that made her want to fuck him again in the bathroom.

“Maybe, now you stuck with me” she smiled.

After the bath, he carried her back to bed, wrapping her in his strong arms. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear, telling her how beautiful she was, how much he loved her.

She snuggled into his chest, a contented sigh escaping her lips. “Thank you, Solo. For everything. For being here for me, and for making me feel good again.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll always be here for you, Ma.

As she drifted off to sleep, safe and loved in his arms. Jimmy’s betrayal was a distant memory, replaced by the comfort and love of a real man. A man who would always put her first, who would always worship her like the queen she was.

he just happened to be Jimmy's brother and she didn't give not one fuck.

[pinknatural]

cybersecurity

Cas has his hand aglow with grace, preparing to smite his phone, when suddenly a hand wraps around his wrist. The light fades and he looks up at Dean, who is reached across the kitchen table looking vaguely panicked. 

“Woah, buddy, hold your horses,” he says. “What’d your phone do this time?”

”It broke,” Cas says in disgust, showing Dean the screen. It is dark and frozen, with words across it proclaiming that it is “locked” for five minutes, due to “too many failed password attempts”. Infernal thing. Cas is pretty sure cellular phones are the work of demons, which would explain why it is difficult to use and also extremely addicting. Candy Crush, in particular, is certainly demonic work. Emojis were probably invented by a human, which would explain why they’re so delightful.

“Well,” Dean says. “Looks to me like you forgot your password, except that I know you don’t have a password. Did you set one on accident?”

“How would I have done that?” Cas demands. To be quite honest, he thought his phone simply didn’t come with a password. 

“Under ‘settings’ or ‘general’, or something,” Dean says. Cas shakes his head. The only apps he goes on are the texting one, and Candy Crush. And Pinterest. He spends far too much time on Pinterest. 

“Well, then, it’s a stumper,” Dean says. He takes another bite of his scrambled eggs. Cas glares at his phone. 

Sam comes into the kitchen, whistling cheerfully. He goes to the fridge and starts to pull out his kale and almond milk and whatever else he puts in his post-run kale smoothies. He’s dressed in flannel and jeans, and his hair is wet, so Cas supposes he must have showered already. 

“Sammy, do you know why Cas’ phone would lock him out? He doesn’t even have a password.”

“Oh, yeah,” Sam says, turning around to face the table and snapping his fingers. “I gave you one.”

“What?” Cas says. 

“It’s not very secure to not have one,” Sam says. “What if someone steals your phone? Or you leave it somewhere?”

Cas has forgotten his phone on a case approximately eleven times. Apparently Dean has never told this to Sam. Suddenly, leaving his phone behind so much seems less embarrassing and more of a wonderful secret that he and Dean share. He looks at Dean, but his face is steady and he’s still facing Sam. 

“And you just didn’t tell him you locked him out of his own phone?”

“I literally set it an hour ago,” Sam says, rolling his eyes. “I didn’t think he’d notice!”

It’s possible Sam doesn’t know about Dean and Cas’ routine of sitting together and eating breakfast, Dean scrolling his phone for cases and Cas scrolling through wedding inspiration on Pinterest, but that seems impossible, for this time is as holy as church. He squints at Sam. 

“So what is the password?” he asks. 

“I just made it 123456,” Sam says, raising his hands defensively. “But you should change it to something else.” 

Dean rounds on Cas, eyebrow raised. “And you didn’t guess that?”

“How would I know to guess that?” He had mainly guessed things like 888888 or 333333. 

“Ugh,” Dean says, dropping his fork onto his eggs. “Ok, Steve Jobs, put in your new password and I’ll help you get set up.”

Cas enters the password. Sam rattles around in the pantry. Dean leans across the table. Cas tilts his phone toward him. 

“Go to Settings,” Dean instructs, pointing at the gray gears in the top corner of Cas’ phone screen. Cas taps it and follows Dean’s directions into the “passcode” section. He has to enter Sam’s absurd password one more time to change it.

“What should I change it to?” he asks. 

“I dunno,” Dean says. “A lot of people use a date or something.”

“Is yours?” Cas knows Dean’s password, of course, but he thought it was a random string of numbers that had come with his phone. Why he thought his phone didn’t come with one while Dean’s did he doesn’t know, but it was easier without a password and so it never bothered him. 

“Yeah,” Dean says. Cas tilts his head. 

“Why October 22, ‘69?” he asks. Dean grins. Sam groans. To be honest, Cas had forgotten Sam was even in the room.

“Led Zeppelin II’s release date,” Dean says. “The day ‘Ramble On’ came into the world. Best day ever.”

Cas develops a new appreciation for October 22, if not just because Dean likes it. 

“Plus I wanted to put 69 in my password,” Dean says, winking outrageously. Sam pretends to vomit. “Sammy over there likes to rotate his password out,” Dean says. He rolls his eyes. “Always between sappy shit like my birthday and Dad’s birthday and Mom’s birthday.”

“Whatever,” Sam says. “Normal people use birthdays or anniversaries, Dean. You’re the freak here.”

“Sounds like something a little bitch would say,” Dean says, winking at Cas. Cas looks down at his phone, hiding a little smile. 

“Jerk,” Sam says, and then he turns on the blender. 

Cas should use a birthday, he supposes. But he does not have one of his own to use. He wants to make it Dean’s birthday. He glances up at Dean, who is jokingly exchanging nasty expressions with Sam. He imagines one of those expressions turned onto him, and looks back at his phone. Perhaps 012479 would be too revealing. He looks at Dean again, and then types in a number. 

Sam turns off the blender and Dean turns back to Cas. 

“So?” he says. “Think of something?”

”Yes,” Cas says. “091808.” He likes those numbers in his mouth. 

“What’s that?” Sam says. 

“Just a random number,” Cas says. For some reason, he doesn’t want Sam to know.

”I guess you met us in ‘08,” Sam muses. 

“I suppose,” Cas says. He looks at Dean. His beautiful face is kind of frozen, cheeks dusted with red. Their eyes meet. Dean’s flush deepens. Cas stares at him. 

Somewhere behind them, Sam bottles his smoothie and leaves the kitchen, muttering about research. Cas doesn’t look away from Dean. 

“Good numbers,” Dean croaks out eventually. “Cool…password. Uncrackable.” He stands, gabbing his plate and dropping it in the sink before running out of the room. Cas looks back down at his phone, smiling at the screen, and absurdly pleased that Dean recognized the numbers at all.  

[makochi-furin]

KAJI REN AND DAZAI OSAMU WITH S/O WHO WAS PREVIOUSLY IN A PHYSICALLY ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP

A/N: these are what my scenarios look like :)

WARNING(s): reader used to be in an abusive relationship, mentions of PTSD

KAJI REN

Your boyfriend, Ren, had texted you earlier today that his mom was out, and that if you wanted to you could come over, or you two could go out to town to do something, since he didn't have rounds today.

You jumped on the chance, obviously, quickly getting dressed and practically running to his house. It wasn't often that you two got to spend time together, even on weekends, because Bofurin took up so much of his time. You were so proud of him, of course, for being in Bofurin, but you also missed him a lot.

That's how you found yourself in his room. After about two hours of catching up and joking around, he asked you if you'd mind him playing on his PlayStation. Apparently, one of his friends had asked him to join.

You said it was okay out of habit, because before, with your ex, if you'd have said anything else... Let's just say you'd end up feeling it. Plus, Ren told you it'd only be about thirty minutes, and then he'd take you to go get food.

He didn't have any sort of headset on, though, so you pretty much sat on his bed and watched him, talking all throughout about any random thing that popped into your head.

Although he didn't reply much, you knew he was listening. His headphones were around his neck, after all, and sometimes you'd catch him smiling about something you said.

He was quiet, and it was nice to be able to talk about yourself for a change. Though, with Ren, it seemed like you were always talking about yourself. You just hadn't gotten to in so long. Talking about yourself before Ren was usually met with ridicule.

Eventually, you two settled into a comfortable silence. You leaned back on the headboard, phone in your hand as you scrolled through social media.

You got a pop up that your phone was about to die, which had you pouting at the screen. Looking around, you saw a phone charger on his nightstand, but it wasn't plugged in. You couldn't see an outlet anywhere nearby.

"Hey, Ren?" you started hesitantly.

He hummed.

"Can I use your phone?"

Ren nodded, quickly grabbing it from his pocket and tossing it onto the foot of the bed. "Why?"

You were shocked. Astonished, even. Carefully, you took his phone, opened it, and were even more shocked when you realized there wasn't a password. Shaking your head, his question finally caught up to you. "Oh, mine's almost dead."

He nodded towards the outlet beside his desk. "You can charge it there, if you want."

You smiled, grabbing your phone and his charger. As you made your way past him, you couldn't help but ruffle his hair playfully.

He rolled his eyes at you, but gave a little smile.

Crouching down beside the outlet, you realized it was already full. You were pretty sure the grey cord was the one that was connected to his PlayStation, so you instinctually unplugged the black one without even thinking about it.

When the quiet sound effects from his game immediately stopped, you felt your heart drop. Genuinely, it was like a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped on your head, and now your every muscle was tense.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Your ex always scolded you for never being able to do anything right. Being with Ren, you had begun to move past that. Now, though, you were agreeing with him.

Ren watched the screen go black, blinking with the controller still in his hands. After a few seconds, his jaw locked and he lied his head back on his chair.

You didn't even say anything, too scared to. All you could do was stay crouched there like an idiot, the cord still in your trembling hands, watching his reaction like a hawk.

He didn't seem happy.

He sighed, ran a hand down his face, and then stood up and began walking over to you.

You popped up into a standing position, pulled taut like a rubber band about to snap. The offending cord was still in your stupid hands.

You wished Ren was more easily readable, because he had the same stoic expression he always did. Only, when you caught sight of the annoyance in his blue eyes, you changed your mind. You wished he had stayed unreadable.

"R-Ren, I'm so sorry," you breathed, feet glued to the ground. You felt completely unable to move.

"Yeah... It's fine," he muttered, reaching out for you.

Instinctually, you turned your face away and raised your hands to block the hit. It was a motion you'd ton plenty of times before. In fact, it was so ingrained in you that you didn't even realize you were moving, didn't realize you were holding your breath, until the strike never landed.

Slowly, you peaked open an eye to look at him.

Ren was staring at you oddly, his hand held out palm upwards. He was frozen, too, and you could see the cogs turning behind his eyes. For a moment, it looked like he was short circuiting.

"I... I was just gonna plug it back in," he explained awkwardly, eyes moving from the cord in your hand to the outlet on the wall.

You flushed red immediately, beating yourself up over how stupid you'd made yourself look. "Right... Right, I'm sorry." You practically shoved the cord into his chest, still shaking and unable to move your body how you wanted to.

Ren nodded, examining you with his eyes. Then, he let the cord fall to the ground. Slowly, as if scared of frightening you, he sat down on the edge of his bed. He grabbed your shirt, gently pulling you between his legs, looking up at you.

You didn't want to meet his eyes, hoping he'd just forget it ever happened and move on. You felt stupid enough without him adding onto it.

"What was that about?" he asked quietly, hands resting on your hips. "Did you think I was gonna hit you?"

Too ashamed to answer, all you could do was shrug. You were sure you were a pitiful sight, still trembling like a chihuahua.

To your immense relief, he didn't look offended. Rather, he looked worried. There was a storm gathering in his dark blue eyes, but his voice had never been gentler as he asked, "Why?"

You knew what he was saying. He'd never hit you before, or even come close. Ren hadn't even ever yelled at you. Sure, maybe the two of you hadn't been together for long, but you'd done plenty of things at this point that your ex would've freaked out about. Ren would only assure you that it was fine, that there was no need to apologize for every little thing.

You couldn't speak for a few minutes, terrified to tell him the truth, but also wanting to. For some reason, you wanted him to know, even though you also didn't. You didn't want him to look at you differently, but now that he was asking outright, you really didn't want to lie, either.

Finally, after several minutes of gathering up enough courage, you told him. Maybe not everything, but enough.

"You know... my ex?"

Ren nodded, already knowing where this was going. He didn't know the guy personally, but he'd heard stories. It was a small town.

"When he was mad, he hit me," you said simply, trying to shrug like it was no big deal, but Ren could see right through that. "It doesn't matter anymore."

He hated himself for not knowing the words to make you feel better about it; he really did. For the life of him, Ren didn't know what to say. He was the stupid one. All he could do was pull you closer, wrap his arms around your waist, and squeeze.

He really wasn't good with words, and he'd never felt like more of an asshole for it.

You played mindlessly with his hair, honestly happy that he wasn't digging anymore into it. "I'm sorry," you couldn't help but say, feeling like this whole awkward situation was your fault.

"Never apologize for things you didn't do," Ren said quickly, and you were taken aback by how firm his voice was, leaving no room for argument.

Trying to lighten the mood a little, you said, "Well, someone has to," with a bittersweet smile. Then, you hugged him back, enjoying the warmth, the comfort that came from being wrapped up in him.

He didn't reply. Instead, he just held you.

After that, you thought it was over.

Ren didn't mention it again, and everything was out in the open. The air was cleared, and now you didn't have to feel guilty for "lying" by omission. You'd never need to think about your ex again, and Ren didn't look at you differently (to your immense relief).

He was more mindful of not frightening you accidentally, but that was really all that changed.

At least, you thought it was.

One day, you were lounging on his bed again, phone in hand. He was at his desk, playing a game with his friend from Bofurin. Afterwards, he was taking you out for dango, which you were looking forward to.

Suddenly, you got a text from him. From your ex. It made your stomach churn just seeing his name pop up on your phone again, but you were curious, so you read it.

'I'm so, so sorry for everything I did to you. You deserve so much better than me. I'm just a piece of shit, and you were way too good for me. I'm just really, really sorry.'

Your eyes flew open, because that was not your ex, but the number was definitely his. "Hey, Ren, check this out," you whispered, awed.

"What is it?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at you with raised eyebrows. His hands, bandages over his knuckles from a recent fight where he had "gone a little too hard" (his words), held steady to his controller.

"My ex... He apologized to me," you breathed, still in shock. Your ex was not the kind of person to apologize. Even when he left you bruised and bloody, no apologies came, only half-assed excuses and monologues about how mean his mom was.

"Crazy," Ren said in a deadpan tone, turning back around to his game.

You blinked, suddenly putting the pieces together. These words were not your ex's, not by choice, anyways. And Ren had met you on the bridge last night with those bandages, but no other signs of a fight, not even a scratch or bruise.

Your eyes widened, dropping your phone immediately to stare into the back of Ren's chair. "Ren...?"

He hummed.

"Did you do something?"

"Uh, yeah," he said bluntly.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You stood up and went over to his chair, looking down at him with wide eyes. "What exactly... did you do?"

He didn't even look at you, eyes still trained on his game, as he casually said, "I beat the shit out of him."

"Ren!"

He only shrugged, and then wrapped one arm around your waist to pull you closer until you were sitting on the arm of his chair. Ren kissed the back of your shoulder, and then said, "Someone needed to."

Kaji Ren wasn't great with words, and in the moment when you told him about your ex, he'd never hated himself more for it. That is, until he remembered how great with his fists he was.

DAZAI OSAMU

You sat on the couch in the living room of Osamu's small apartment, where you had been staying pretty much since the two of you started dating. Outside the window, you could see the stars shining against a nearly black sky. Tired to the bone, all that was stopping you from passing out in his bed, which smelled so sweetly of him, was the fact that he was still out on some mission.

Knowing what he did for a living, especially knowing how dangerous it was, you just never felt right going to sleep without seeing him back home first, safe and sound. As such, you sat with a fluffy throw you'd brought from home over your lap, trying to pay attention to the soap opera playing on the TV to no avail.

You were worried sick, constantly checking your phone for updates, but he hadn't texted you back in hours. It was nearly three in the morning now, and as the minutes ticked on, you felt your heart encase itself with this terrible dread and worry.

You knew before you started dating him about his job at the detective agency, but you'd never imagined back then how attached you would become to him. He didn't seem like the type to stay, so you never figured you'd be up all night worried.

Alas, here you were, halfway getting ready to drive to the agency building and ask about his whereabouts.

You flinched, brought out of your mind, when the door very slowly creaked open. Immediately, you turned around to look over the couch, relief washing over you like warm sun rays when you saw Osamu walking in.

"Hey," he said softly, probably seeing from the deep bags under your eyes how tired you were. Osamu's eyebrows pinched together, concerned, as he carefully placed his trench coat on the counter. "What are you still doing up?" He made his way over to the back of the couch, long, thin fingers absently going to lightly scratch against your scalp. Crouching slightly so he'd be closer to you, Osamu tilted his head. "You weren't waiting up for me, were you?"

The way his fingers softly tugged at the roots of your hair sent a pleasant shiver through your body. "Of course, I was... I wanted to make sure you were safe." You tilted your head up and back to properly look at him, dazed momentarily by the way his lips lifted into the softest smile, his brown eyes twinkling.

"I'm sorry. I would've called you, but my phone went dead." He leaned down to brush his lips against your hairline, hand leaving your hair. "You should get some sleep. I'll join you after I take a shower."

You nodded, the memory of his touch ghosting over you. "Okay." Honestly, you couldn't think of anything better than going to sleep. Part of you wanted to be a little pissy with him for not getting back to you somehow, but the other part was just too relieved to see him in one piece.

"I'll be out in ten," he said, squeezing your shoulder before walking off down the hall.

You sighed lightly once he left, pushing your blanket to the side and standing up. Stretching your arms over your head, you couldn't help but smile to yourself.

Osamu was rough around the edges, and it had taken him quite some time to get used to being in a relationship, but being with him felt like a breath of fresh air. Your previous partner might have lowered your standards some, but after months and months, you still felt safe with Osamu.

He didn't switch up on you like your last had.

It was a testament to how far you'd come that you were annoyed about him not answering. In your last, that was the last thing on your mind. Your physical health wasn't always guaranteed back then, because your last had a penchant for punching everything that inconvenienced him and a short fuse to match.

Even reminiscing about it made your muscles tense up, so you quickly shook away the thought. Just as you were about to head into the bedroom, you saw his coat lying on the counter out of the corner of your eye. With an exasperated sigh, you walked over to pick it up and hang it on the coat rack.

Osamu had a terrible habit of dropping his clothes wherever.

You picked it up, about to hang it on the rack when your fingers cramped. Wincing, the coat fell from your grasp. As soon as it hit the floor, there was a loud POP! that had you covering your ears, dizzy and confused.

It was accompanied by the terribly loud shatter of glass, and shards falling unceremoniously onto the hardwood floor.

You gasped and jumped back, eyes widened with horror. Apparently, his gun had been in there, and now, like the idiot klutz you were, his living room window was shattered.

Just like that, all of your progress froze. You were in fight or flight, blood pumping rapidly through your veins. You could feel your heartbeat at every pulse point, because oh, my god.

He was going to be so angry.

You were acting on autopilot now, flashbacks coming to you of a time when you'd accidentally broken a plate—just a plate—and your ex put you in the ER for it. This was a whole window. You were hyperventilating, your brain cut off from oxygen and getting fuzzy.

It wasn't a second after the gun went off that you'd flown over to the window and crouched down, trying to gather all the pieces. Maybe, if you had it cleaned up by the time Osamu was out of the shower, he wouldn't be as angry.

You didn't really hear him frantically shout your name from the bathroom, the buzzing in your ears too loud. Neither did you hear him running into the living room, panic in his eyes as he assumed the worst.

When Osamu saw you there, he blinked, confused. When his eyes found the trench coat not lying where he'd placed it, he understood immediately.

"Hey, hey, hey. Baby, that's glass," he said, quickly making his way over. He'd already taken his shirt off, revealing the bandages wrapped around his middle and up his neck.

You didn't really hear him, nor did you notice how the shards cut your hands. Blood dripped down your fingers, palms, and wrists, staining the glass and the floor red.

Osamu crouched down beside you, eyes widening at the bloody scene. He immediately grabbed your wrists to stop you from collecting any more glass shards, his grip firm, but gentle.

You froze, too scared to look at him. "I'm so sorry," you whispered, shaking your head as tears welled in your eyes. "I didn't mean to, Osamu. I swear. I—"

"Hey, it was my fault," he replied, shaking his head. "I shouldn't have left a loaded gun lying around like that. I'm sorry, okay? I'll clean this up later."

"I—I can do it," you insisted, finally looking at him. Your breath stopped when you saw the sadness in his eyes, the way he looked like he just knew.

He smiled at you, but it was placatingly, as if he knew the quickest way to go about this was to simply go along with your panicked ravings. "I'm sure you can, baby, but I will. It's my fault. Let's get you to the bathroom so I can treat your hands, yeah?"

"My... hands?" You looked at your hands, your wrists still in his grip, and were horrified by how bloody and mangled they looked. Your breathing was starting to even out, finally coming back to yourself.

"Yeah, just..." He eyed the glass, and it was all around. Tiny shards that glinted dangerously in the yellow light of a nearby lamp, all around you. "Don't move."

You were still dazed, so you just did what he said.

Osamu stood, and then carefully scooped you up bridal style. Lips pressed into a thin line, he looked around at the floor closely before finally finding a spot where it didn't seem the glass reached. He set you down carefully, and then led you with a hand on the dip of your back to the bathroom.

The next thing you knew, you were sitting on the toilet, in disbelief of the spell you'd just had. Meanwhile, Osamu had lied out tweezers, Neosporin, and bandages on the sink counter.

"I'm sorry," you uttered again, embarrassed of how he'd found you, and more so embarrassed of how he was having to fix you up now. Honestly, you didn't even want to look him in the eye.

"You didn't do anything wrong," he said softly, grabbing the tweezers in one hand. With the other, he squeezed your knee. "I'm not quite used to living with someone else yet. I should know better than to leave a loaded gun around."

"I'm so clumsy," you muttered, head falling.

"And I'm an idiot," he said lightly, using a finger to raise your chin. He rested his forehead to your's, closing his eyes tight. "I'm relieved it was the window... When I heard the gunshot, I was terrified it was you."

You squeezed your eyes shut, too, enjoying the closeness. The tears that had brimmed earlier started to fall, but you wouldn't acknowledge them.

"I know what PTSD looks like," he murmured, wrapping his arm around you and holding you close. "If you want to talk about it, we can."

You shook your head, biting your lips. Not yet. You weren't ready yet.

Osamu nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling away. He gently grabbed one of your hands, getting ready to remove the glass from your skin. He made quick work of your hands, and before long they were glass free and bandaged.

He kissed the knuckles on your right hand, and then pulled you up to a standing position. "I'll clean the glass up. You go lay down. I'll be there in a minute, okay?"

You nodded.

That night, as you fell asleep in his arms, you had never felt safer.

[anonymous-dentist]

Bleeding Heart Part Eight

Part One | Previous Part

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Cellbit paces.

His arm is in a sling, and he can still barely move it even a few days after the incident. He has a killer bruise on the back of his head, apparently, and his wrist is still the color of a grape. His spine is equally bruised, and, according to Pac, he should be counting himself lucky that he didn't end up with a concussion.

Hombre Misterioso hasn't contacted him since Man-Bear's death. Cellbit doesn't know if this is a good thing or not.

After getting back to his apartment, Cellbit collapsed onto his couch and let Pac poke and prod him. Bagi hovered nearby wringing her hands, and, somehow, and for some reason, Felps was in the kitchen making hot chocolate. Thankfully, Richarlyson had been dropped off at Bad's before Pac had made the trip across town from the lab.

It's been a few days since then, and Felps still hasn't left. Bagi has come by every night after she gets off work with takeout. Pac, stuck at the lab, has taken on the family's Richarlyson Duties for the forseeable future.

Without the use of one of his arms, Cellbit has basically been sitting and reading and playing Wii Sports with Felps. He can technically still sit at his computer and work, and he wants to! But Felps changed his Adobe password while Cellbit was in the shower one morning, and so Cellbit has officially been forced into bedrest.

Again.

Felps was with him the last time he was this messed up. Felps has been with him since the beginning, basically, so Cellbit isn't too worried about looking too stupid in front of him as he tries to move around his apartment without actually breaking his spine. If anything, it's a blessing having him around because Cellbit basically has unlimited ice to put on his shoulder.

Felps, being Felps, sits on the couch and watches as Cellbit paces. He watches like he's watching a tennis match, head movements and all.

Cellbit's phone is in his hand. His other hand is limp across his chest in its sling, and his shoulder protests with every step he takes. But-

"Dude," Felps says, "just call him."

But that's the problem, isn't it? 'Just call him'.

"But wouldn't it-" Cellbit starts.

"Relax," Felps firmly says. He crosses his arms, and he crosses his legs, and he smiles crookedly with an eyebrow raised.

"You know," he slyly says, "I haven't seen you this nervous to talk to a guy since-"

Cellbit stops pacing long enough to kick Felps' shin.

He points with his good hand, a frown on his face. "Don't."

Felps just raises his hands defensively. "What?"

"Just. Don't. I'll call him."

Cellbit does not, in fact, call him.

He actually takes a seat next to Felps and groans, leaning forward and hiding his face in his arms on his lap; his sling doesn't quite reach that far, but he makes it work.

Felps pats his back, gentle. His hand, cold, is a welcome presence.

"There, there," Felps assures him.

"He probably hates me," Cellbit mutters. "He was probably arrested."

"He wasn't arrested."

"And Bagi probably went to his place to bother him."

"She would've told us if she did."

"And he might actually be, like, dead because of me."

"Ah, maybe, actually."

Cellbit stomps his foot down onto Felps' toes.

Irritated, he sits up and fixes an unapologetic Felps with a glare.

"You aren't helping," he huffs.

Felps shrugs. "Ice?"

Cellbit's shoulder pinches.

He sighs and nods, and Felps pushes himself off the couch with a groan. He stretches, cracks his neck an impossible amount of times, and goes to the kitchen for a fresh plastic baggie of water.

Cellbit looks down at his phone in his lap. No messages from anyone but Richarlyson, who has apparently figured out how to text from his iPad even with the child lock Bad put on it; the messages are all different combinations of emojis that all roughly translate to, 'I miss you.'

Cellbit smiles.

The screen goes dark from inactivity.

Seeing his reflection, Cellbit stops smiling.

He isn't wanting a call from Hombre Misterioso, but he is expecting one. But maybe they're dead. Maybe they ended up succumbing to their injuries after the fight. It would be a shame, but a welcome one.

But they aren't who Cellbit is worried about.

In the kitchen, the sink turns on. Felps hums the Chume Labs jingle. The refrigerator rumbles.

Cellbit unlocks his phone and looks down at the screen. It's still open on the last thing he was looking at before turning his phone off: his contacts list, and one specific contact right in the center of the screen just asking to get opened.

Roier.

From the kitchen, Felps calls, "What's so special about this guy, anyway?"

"What, besides him saving my life?" Cellbit dryly asks.

He sighs, turning his phone back off and slowly, slowly leaning back into the couch.

"He's a client," he elaborates. "And I think I might have ruined his life?"

The sink turns off.

Felps comes out of the kitchen with a bag halfway filled with tap water. Frost is already forming on the outside of the bag, and the water inside is starting to crackle as it cools.

Gracefully, Felps flops onto the couch with all of his strength. He sidles up next to Cellbit, slings his legs over Cellbit's, throws an arm over Cellbit's shoulders. He carefully presses the bag of fresh ice against Cellbit's bad shoulder, the very picture of a caring nurse.

"You think you ruin everything, dude," Felps points out. "That's, like, your thing. Didn't you take a pen off Bagi's desk one time and freak out 'cause you thought you got her fired?"

Cellbit winces. "Well..."

And then he lets out a quiet moan as the bag digs painfully into a bruised nerve; immediately, Felps lightens the pressure, and the pain goes away just as quickly as it arrived.

Thankfully, Felps knows what he's doing, and so the fresh ice in his hand isn't a solid block. It's more like a slushy or a snow cone, so it's not as painful as a regular ice pack would be.

"Sorry, sorry..." Felps mutters.

Louder, he asks, "What did you even do to this guy? Did you fuck up his pictures or something?"

"I wish," Cellbit groans. He dramatically drapes his good arm across his eyes, leaning his head back against Felps' bicep. "I fucking wish that was all I did. But, no, I probably got him killed."

"Yeah, maybe."

Cellbit bucks Felps' legs off of his annoyedly. "You aren't supposed to agree with me!"

"What!" Felps protests. "I won't know unless you tell me! I've got a sixth sense for this kind of stuff. Remember when you were like-" (His voice pitches down slightly.) "-'Holy shit, Felpsinho, I killed that guy. He's super dead.' But-" (His voice goes back to normal.) "-I was like, 'No, man, look at him, he's alive as Hell.' And guess what?"

"What."

"He was!"

"That doesn't count," Cellbit scoffs. "That was Pac. He's probably immortal."

"You'd know," Felps hums.

Raising his arm to reveal one eye, Cellbit gives Felps a dirty look; Felps just grins brilliantly in response, the fucker.

Staring contest:

Felps crosses his eyes.

Cellbit immediately snorts and drops his arm again, closing his eyes and bathing in the comforting darkness.

"Ceeeellbo," Felps whispers, right against Cellbit's ear. "Tell me about the boy."

"Okay, creep," Cellbit huffs, more of a laugh than a sound of true annoyance.

In the blank space behind his eyelids, Cellbit can see the confused expression Man-Bear gave him when he called for Roier. In the back of his mind, he can hear Hombre Misterioso's voice:

'You called for Roier.'

"He's a civilian," Cellbit explains. "No powers as far as I know. He saved me from Hombre Misterioso that one time. I took pictures of his restaurant. I'm pretty sure he has a kid. And..." (He sighs.) "...I sent the Feds right to him. And then I fucking- Bagi is probably suspicious of him now, and I said his name in front of Hombre Misterioso, and-"

He cuts himself off to breathe. He can feel his blood boiling inside of him, and he can feel the ice on his shoulder start to melt.

Luckily: Felps.

He cools the ice back down, and he sticks his legs back over Cellbit like the world's gangliest weighted blanket.

"Bagi isn't a bad guy," Felps calmly says. "She's just a cop. She's probably just gonna start investigating you, so don't worry about that other guy."

If history is anything to go by, yeah, but-

"And!" Felps continues, interrupting Cellbit's internal spiral. "You told us yourself, this Hombre Misterioso guy doesn't actually give a shit about anyone that's not the Federation. Your boy is fine."

It's true, Cellbit did say that. He sent out a group text to everyone still in contact with him from his days with the Order of Villains just after Bagi left on the night of Man-Bear's death, finally admitting to being in contact with Q City's number one villain and dishing out a detailed report of everything he knows about them.

Sighing in defeat, Cellbit drops his arm back to his side and lolls his head until the top of it is resting against Felps' face.

Felps, annoying, plants a big, fake kiss right into Cellbit's hair.

Cellbit grimaces playfully.

"You're gonna give me cooties, man," he grumbles.

"No, I don't have any. I gave them all to Pac so he could give them to his janitor boyfriend."

"The Fed?"

"Yeah, the super bald one that looks like an anime villain."

Cellbit nods sagely. "Good. I hope Cucurucho gets them next. And they die."

"From cooties."

"From cooties."

Straight-faced, Cellbit opens his phone and his notes app and writes, 'Cucurucho Cooties'.

As Cellbit types, Felps says, "You know, you have your phone open... you can just call your guy and make sure he's okay."

And, suddenly, they're back where they started almost half an hour ago when this crisis began.

Inexplicably, Cellbit feels the urge to get up and start pacing again.

Instead, he manages to move one inch before Felps is yoinking his phone out of his hand and opening his contacts. He holds it far above Cellbit's head, out of reach for someone with an assload of busted bones.

"Felps, no," Cellbit tiredly asks.

"Felps, yes," Felps happily responds. "What's his name, come on, let's get this over with so we can play Wii."

Cellbit glances fondly at the Wii.

"His name is Roier," he tells Felps, because he's a very weak man.

"But I'm going to be the one calling him," he adds, elbowing Felps in the side until he acquiesces and gives Cellbit his phone back.

Cellbit looks at Roier's contact.

He opens it.

He taps on the 'call' button.

And he waits.

...And he waits.

....And he waits.

And he waits until he's two seconds away from pacing again, but then, suddenly:

"Ah, hello? Cellbit?"

Cellbit goes limp against Felps' side, almost dropping the phone in relief.

"Roier," he croaks out. "How are you?"

Felps pokes his ribs supportively.

"I'm- ow, Leonarda, stop it! Stop it! I'm not letting you- I'm fine, Cellbit! Don't worry! What about you?"

"I'm... fine," Cellbit lies.

Felps pokes his ribs disapprovingly.

"Good, good. I was worried, you know? Your sister came over yesterday and said you were in an accident, so-"

"I'm fine! Ignore her, she's stupid and she's a liar."

A laugh: "Okay. But, listen, I told her to ask you this, but I guess she didn't, so, uh... come by the restaurant? Because you're feeling fine. Just any time, I need to get some feedback on this new soup special I came up with."

"...Sure? I'm not a big soup guy, but I can try?"

"Great! I- fuck, Leo, leave me alone, go play Roblox or something, Jesus-"

There's rustling on the other end of the line, and then: "Text me later, I'm babysitting."

And then someone else on Roier's end shouts, "I'm babysitting you!"

And then the call ends abruptly, leaving Cellbit in silence with Felps shaking his head silently next to him.

"You liar," Felps tuts.

Cellbit reaches for a throw pillow to smother him with:

"I hope you get cooties and die."

[natalievoncatte]

cw: graphic violence, character death

Lena stared at the monitor and felt a tiny trickle of sweat bead down her cheek. There was a slight touch of resistance and friction as the thumb drive slid into the port on the keyboard. Once inserted, the drive loaded and the decryption program loaded. Lena typed the execution command presses the Enter key at the same instant she activated the timer on her watch.

If this worked, it would decrypt the files and give her full access in three minutes and forty-two seconds. Then, she’s have the truth, though she knew in her heart that she’d been lied to. If Lex had been truthful, if he really had been working on a cure for cancer with the Harun-El and trying to salvage his reputation before the tumors claimed him, he wouldn’t have carefully hidden these files and locked them behind military grade encryption. He would have been open and truthful.

“I see you found the files.”

She jumped at his voice, turning, trying not to feel the weight of the gun on her hip. Lex was observant; if she favored her strong side even a little, he would know. If she prematurely moved her blazer out of the way so she could draw, he would know.

“When you asked me to help you, you promised me no more secrets,” said Lena, “but you’re keeping encrypted files where you thought I didn’t know about them.”

He regarded her coolly, with the same impassive face that he’d shown her during hours camped across a chessboard, his shoulders hunched down and eyes focused on the invisible tides of the tiny battle happening on the grid between them. There was a glint of something in his eyes, despite the sallow skin, drawn thin by the disease that was ravaging his body and the treatment that was almost as vicious.

“True,” he said, “but some secrets demand keeping. Sometimes the lie is better.”

Lena stared him down.

“We both know you’ll crack my encryption protocols in a few seconds, sister. Why don’t I spare you the trouble? The password is ‘Bucephalus’.”

Lena studied him for a moment, then turned and typed it in.

“The authentication factor is 29539287,” Lex said.

Lena typed that in the second box.

She wasn’t sure what what she expected. Blueprints for a warsuit or an army of super soldiers or some other scheme. What she found instead was silent, black and white footage of Kara Danvers.

“What is this?” said Lena.

On the monitor, Kara was walking through an office; Lena immediately recognized CatCo. The camera angle changed, following Kara as she ducked through a door, weaving between pieces of caution tape warning of construction in the stairwell.

It changed again, and Kara *changed*. It was as if something had poured down her spine and expanded inside her. She seemed to grow three inches in height, and broader too, making it suddenly clear how her usual pastel button-downs struggled to constrain the powerful muscle in her arms and chest.

When the glasses came off, Lena knew. She swallowed, turning away as Kara, small on the screen, exposed the crest on her chest.

There was a beat of silence.

“You already knew,” said Lex.

Lena said nothing.

“How long have you known?”

“How long have you?”

“A few months.”

Lena sighed.

“The night some thugs tried to throw me off a building and Supergirl gave me the laughable excuse that she was having coffee with her doppelgänger in the middle of the night, when I happened to call her.”

Lex’s eyes were ever keen, appraising Lena’s every move. Then the twitch, the subtlest break in his poker face that told her everything.

“I knew before you did,” Lena added.

“So you did. When did she tell you?”

The look on his face was as bold a flourish as a gambler spreading his straight flush on a felt table. He was laying out his cards, after pushing in his chips.

“She didn’t.”

“Oh,” said Lex, and Lena almost fell for the sincerity in his soft, cancer-stricken voice. “I’m so sorry.”

Lena’s soft sniff and the sheer effort she poured into willing back her tears was not for show. The pain welled inside her, expanding until it felt like it would prise her ribs apart to escape. It crushed the words in her throat and made it impossible for her to speak.

“I know how you feel.”

Lena blinked.

“Things were like that with Clark at first,” Lex went on. “We were close, worked closely together. But then it’s all started falling apart. The accusations began. Superman would scold and humiliate me, and Clark Kent would play my friend. For a while I almost thought there could be… more, but in the end it was all a lie. I was tricked, just like you were tricked. These aliens are consummate liars, Lena. They cheat. Danvers doesn’t need your tells. She can hear your heartbeat and see the heat bloom on your skin.”

“You don’t know how I feel.”

“It’s a manipulation, Lena. It always was. You’re either useful to her, or she’s just keeping her enemies close. Either way, you need to open your eyes and see what’s happening here before she manipulates you and destroys you like the other one did to me.”

Taking in a slow breath, Lena said, “What are you suggesting?”

There it was, the faintest curl of his lips. Lex was always reliable, in that he overplayed his hand.

“In the end, Lena, you can only rely on blood.”

Lena let her face twist in anger and sorrow, letting the emotions flow.

Lex hobbled closer, leaning on his silver-headed cane. He looked pitiable, a drawn, thin mockery of the strapping young man he’d once been.

“I know this must seem overwhelming,” said Lex. “But it’ll be alright. I have a plan. I just need you to play along with her a little longer. If you can get me into the Fortress of Solitude, I will-“

Lena drew her revolver in a single fluid motion and pressed the muzzle into Lex’s belly before pulling the trigger. The sound was deafening in the confined space of the lab, and Lex’s next words were lost in the ringing in her ears. The recoil send a shock up her arm, met by the twisting pain in her stomach.

Why did he make her have to do this? Why? Why couldn’t it have been real? Why couldn’t he have been good, like he was supposed to be?

Lex stared up at her, trying to choke out some message, a taunt or a warning or some fresh attempt to manipulate.

“She didn’t tell me, Lex. She showed me, the night she gave me this.”

Lena shook the sleeve from her left wrist, exposing the finely made links of what looked like red gold but was much stronger, set with blue diamonds crushed into being between the fingers of a god.

Lena aimed the gun at his head.

“I wish I were her. I wish I could do what she does. She always finds another way, a perfect solution. I found out about your plan days ago.”

“You don’t have the guts,” Lex choked out.

Lena pictures the design for the machine she’s discovered in his secret notes, the horror that he planned to inflict on Kara. He’d almost fooled her into thinking he’d changed.

“You won’t stop,” said Lena. “You’ll never stop hurting her. I can’t let you do it anymore. I’m doing this so she doesn’t have to. Because you’ll make her, eventually. She wouldn’t kill you to safe herself. I don’t think she’d even kill you to save me, but…”

“Wait,” said Lex.

“But the baby…” Lena whispered.

She pulled the trigger.

[messyzoranablog]

Zorana's Guide To The Poke Classic Network!

Do you want to connect your DS Pokemon games to the internet long after Nintendo shut down their servers? Do you wish to trade and battle with your internet friends who play the gen 4 and 5 Pokemon games? Do you have a desire to watch and upload battle videos like you used to years ago?

If you said yes to any of these questions then I have the thing for you!

The Poke Classic Network!

This is a fan server for Pokemon DPPT, HGSS, BW, and BW2 that's running with the help of the Kaeru WFC! Not only does it let you connect your games to the internet again, the site will let you see what Pokemon are up on the GTS for both the gen 4 and gen 5 servers!

Below is my guide on how to get this working for you so you can bring a new life to these wonderful Pokemon games. Also I thought this would be shorter but it's rather long, so under the cut it goes! Please let me know if I missed anything in here! I'll try my best to fix it if I can.

Getting Started:

Before you get connected, make sure you are using the device you plan on doing all of your online connections with! For some reason you are locked to one device for this stuff and using another one will wipe your PalPad, and assign you a new friend code. Since what's available in the GTS search function is based on SEEN Pokemon the most reliable way to get particular pokemon (without marking everything as seen via cheating) would be trading them from people you've registered in the PalPad.

If you only plan on using the GTS then you don't need to worry as much about this.

The Poke Classic Network works on ALL DS/3Ds systems!

I will note that the Gen 5 games are easier to set up if you're using a 3Ds since they can see and read the Wifi settings of the 3Ds and can just have the DNS swapped without additional set up.

Connecting DPPT/HGSS on all systems and BW/BW2 on the DS/DSi:

I will go over connecting via Emulator in another section, this section and the next one is for if you're PHYSICAL HARDWARE.

What you'll need:

The console of choice

The game of choice, preferably played to the point where you can access the GTS for testing purposes. --- In DPPT you can find the GTS building in Jubilife City. --- In HGSS you can find the WFC building in Goldenrod City. --- In BW/BW2 you can access the GTS in the top part of every Pokecenter. --- I don't remember when exactly the GTS is unlocked for the games unfortunately.

Some way to create a Wifi network point with a compatible WEP (password type) or just no password. --- The easiest way I've found is just using a hotspot without a password. --- I know some modern routers will let you create an extra network like this if you know how. I do not and it'd likely be different for each router anyways. --- There are also some programs that can make one using your computer. I've used one for a bit before it locked what I needed behind a paywall.

What to do:

The first step is setting up the connection!

Start up the Wifi network point so it'll show up on your system.

I recommend using a hotspot that doesn't have a password on it. Make sure you change the bandwidth to 2.4 GHz, since 5 5 GHz doesn't seem to work. DO NOT PUBLICLY OPEN YOUR HOTSPOT IN A PUBLIC PLACE! You do not want someone deciding to eat up your data while you're trading pokemon, so only do this in a place you know is safe to do so, like at home or at a friend's place.

Once you've done that you'll want to open your game and go to the Nintendo WFC Settings. The button will look like one of these depending on the game you're playing:

This will take you to the DS wifi settings that are saved to the cart!

Next you'll want to tap on the big blue button which will take you to this screen.

You may or may not have connections here already if you've played before Nintendo's servers shut down. Erase them now if you do as they will no longer work. Then you'll want to tap the None button for Connection 1.

I'll be demonstrating using Connection 2 myself, but stick to the first connection.

Tap on the Search for access point button. This will bring up a list of nearby connections that your system can see. You'll want to tap on the one you started earlier. It will test the connection and the boot you back to the screen with the big blue button. Tap the big blue button and then the Ready button that's now showing up for the first connection.

Now scroll down to the very bottom and turn off Auto-obtain DNS and change the primary DNS to 178.62.43.212. You can also change the secondary DNS to the same one as well or keep it all 0s.

Once you're done it should look something like this:

Save the settings, close out of the Wifi connections menu, start your save, and try connecting to the GTS!

If you connect to the GTS then congrats, you are now able to use the Poke Classic Network! If it doesn't work the first try don't worry and try again. You can also swap the secondary DNS to the other one you weren't using and try again that way.

Connecting BW/BW2 on the 3Ds/2Ds:

This one is super simple and doesn't require any additional set up! Sorry I don't have any pictures for this one atm. I may edit this to add a couple later.

What you'll need:

Game of choice

Console of choice

What to do:

Open the internet settings on your 3Ds and tap on Connection settings.

Tap on a connection you know is working, tap Change Settings, then go to the next page.

Tap on DNS and tap No, then tap Detailed Setup. Change the primary DNS to 178.62.43.212 and either keep the secondary one as all 0s or use the same DNS address you put in the primary DNS slot.

Save your settings and go start your game, then try connecting to the GTS.

If you connect to the GTS then congrats, you are now able to use the Poke Classic Network! If it doesn't work the first try don't worry and try again. You can also swap the secondary DNS to the other one you weren't using and try again that way.

Connecting any DS Pokemon game using MelonDS (emulator):

This method will let you connect to the Poke Classic Network if you don't have the physical hardware or can't connect your system to the internet for any reason and know how to back up your save to your computer.

What you'll need:

The MelonDS emulator [Link] --- Desume doesn't have Wifi functionality so you'll need to move your saves over if that is your primary DS emulator. --- If the latest version doesn't work for some reason try again with the second newest one.

Game of choice

What to do:

The steps are nearly identical to the first section once you have the emulator running! Instead of using your own connection though you'll be using the one MelonDS makes for you, so there's no need to worry about finding a way to make one yourself.

The access point will look like this when searching for an access point:

[lulublack90]

Prompt 24 - Modern AU

@wolfstarmicrofic April 23, word count 937

Sirius gripped his coffee as though it were a lifeline. It was the biggest, strongest coffee he could find, watered down with copious amounts of milk. He took little sips as he logged into his computer at work, brought up his list of tasks for the day and slowly began muddling his way through. 

He’d gone out last night with James, against his better judgement, not that it took much persuasion on James’s part. All he had to do was bat his hazels at him, and Sirius was putty in his hands. 

He’d been having a great time, downing drinks, shaking his arse to the vintage jukebox and then woken up in some fit lad’s bed, hence the massive coffee and the mind-numbing hangover. He’d crept quietly out of the little flat and stumbled his way down the harsh concrete steps that smelled like weed, piss and, for some bizarre reason, hairspray. Sirius had rushed home, hopped in the shower, changed his clothes and hurried to the coffee shop on the corner. He couldn’t even remember the man’s name. He put it out of his mind, reasoning that he’d never see him again anyway. 

It took an age for the little digital clock on his computer screen to blink to 12:00 and signal lunchtime. 

Feeling the need for greasy food, he went to pull out his mobile to order a McDonald’s when he realised he didn’t have it. He checked all his pockets and his bag. It wasn’t there. The panic had just set in that it had been stolen at the bar last night when his computer alerted him to a new email on his personal account. 

‘Hi, erm, I guess Sirius. Sorry, I didn’t get your name last night 😬.

So anyway, I have your phone. You must have left it here when you snuck out this morning. (You are not sneaky, by the way! Like an elephant in size nines!) But yeah, anytime you want to come by and get it is fine. I’ll be in all day. Crap, I hope you get this email, or I’ve just got myself a new phone. It’s actually a big upgrade to mine. On second thoughts, it’s mine now, mwahaha 😈!

Thanks 

Remus Lupin.’

Sirius stared at the words for a few minutes, taking them in, before picking up the work phone from his desk and phoning himself. 

“Hello?” A voice on the other end answered. “Hi, I’m not Sirius. He left his phone at mine last night.”

“Hi, Remus. It’s me. Sirius.” He added in case he hadn’t realised.

Well, I guessed when you used my name. I highly doubt anyone in your phone book knows who I am. Especially ginger toss pot number 1. There’s more than one ginger toss pot?” Remus snickered. 

“Wait, how do you know that, and how did you get my email address? Have you hacked into my phone?!” He felt outraged. How had he even gotten in, though? It was password-protected.

“Sirius, 6969 is not a strong password. Plus, I could see where you’d jabbed at the screen to unlock it. You really need to clean your phone.” Remus went on. 

“Yeah, I’ll get right on that.” He paused for a second, trying to rein in the snarkiness. “I don’t finish work until 5. Is it alright to come over after that?”

“Sure,” Remus answered. “I’ll be in.” 

“Great, thanks.” Sirius forced a smile on his face so Remus could hear his sincerity.

“Who’s Specky Dick Nuts?  Because they’ve been blowing up your phone all morning before I woke up and found it. They seem to have stopped now, though.”

“Oh, that’s my best mate James. Oh shit, if he’s gone quiet, he’s probably tracking my phone. Er, be prepared. He probably thinks I need rescuing.” There was a loud thudding on the other end of the line. 

“Er, I think your friend might be here,” Remus whispered into the phone. 

“Put me on speaker so I can talk to him.” He heard the faint click as he was put on speaker and the sound of Remus unlocking the four locks on his door. 

“Hi, you must be James,” Remus said. 

“Where is he?!” James’s voice was stern and full of concern. 

“James, mate. I’m fine. I’m at work. I just forgot to pick up my phone this morning. This is Remus, by the way. He kindly let me know he had it.” He prayed that was enough to call off the Potter inquisition. 

“Oh, cool. Hi, Remus.” 

“Hi, James.” 

“Sorry, I thought you were some lunatic. And you were keeping him prisoner.” 

“Oh, don’t worry. Happens all the time.” The phone line was filled with laughter, and Sirius had to hold his receiver away from his head.

“Hey, James, can you take my phone, seeing as you’re there?”

“Sure thing.”

“Thanks, Remus.” He managed to say before James hung him up. He felt oddly dejected for some reason but brushed it off. 

When he came back from lunch, he found a new email, this time from Remus’s actual address.     

‘Can I take you out on a date?’ 

It said. Sirius felt a surge of joy and so replied.  

‘What do you have in mind?’

‘Dinner? Movie? Massive shagathon?’ 

Sirius choked on his own spit at Remus’s reply. He coughed as he typed back.  

‘Jesus, Remus. Are you always so forward?’

‘What can I say? You made an impression 😉.’

‘Yeah, go on then.’

And that was how Sirius found himself for the second morning in a row in Remus Lupin’s bed. But this time, he didn’t sneak out.

[nhpregulatory-official]

{The first thing to notice is that the cameras in the High Ground Diplomatic Office are clearly not GMS standard issue. Like much of the tech seen strewn around the room, which appears melded with odd coppery constructions and decorated with Jade talismans, the camera feed must have been altered by Los Voladores at some point.

The light it picks up is of odd wavelengths, chosen with no respect to the human eye, and there's a greenish tint to the way it displays. Rather than a timestamp in Cradle Standard Time and location, it displays >>>[Tiempo desde Altosuelo:NA] and >>>[Profundidad: 0 brazas].

The Office is a circular room, built near identically to the NHPRO Office, both being at the UAD Campus Dharamsala.

From the ceiling at the center of the room hangs an assemblage of Cables and Uplinks tethering to the Offices Subaltern. They seem to connect it to the largest cluster of integrated Volador technnology in the room, which's purpose cannot be discerned.

Below this central point, on the metal floor, a pattern is worn into the ground. An ever expanding repetition of concentric circles, or simply a very tight spiral. At the outer edge of it, the Subaltern, dressed in rags, its head crowned by a wide brimmed Volador helm, is seen walking at a slow pace.

From its speed and the size of the circle, as well as the clarity of the scratches in the floor, it has clearly been doing this for several days. It has not once crossed over its own path. If it continues spiraling outward, the Wires connecting it to the central assembly will eventually either snap or unplug.

Every few minutes the Subaltern seems to nervously glance at the door, as if recalling a memory.}

[[DEVICE_ID: /CRADLE/NHPRO/DARAMSHALA_HQ/CAMERA_2]] [[CONNECTION RESTORED. STREAM RESUMES]] [The frenzied cacophany in the Cradle headquarters of the NHPRO has settled into a tense chorus of sotto voce intrigue and keyboard drumbeats. Maggie has turned her petrifying gaze away from her belaboured co-workers towards a series of incoming communications from the USB and the Union Navy.] [SIOBHAN]: Have the science bureau gotten their asses in gear yet? [MAG-MELL]: USB SCIENCE TEAM "AXIOM OF CHOICE" IS CURRENTLY MOBILISING. THEY WILL BE READY TO DEPLOY THE MONDRAGON AXIOMATIC IN APPROXIMATELY- [CORINTHUS]: M-ma'am! I've managed to recover access to the embassy's camera circuit! You should take a look at this! [MAG-MELL]: ON SCREEN. [The camera feed from the embassy flares to life on every screen in the room. All are transfixed by the strange colours and the odd geometric pattern being traced by the lone subaltern.] [MAG-MELL]: WHAT IS IT DOING? [SIOBHAN]: If I had to guess? It's walking in circles. [MAG-MELL]: BUT WHY? [SIOBHAN]: Not a damn clue. Helena, are we detecting any blinkspace activity in the vicinity. [HELENA]: No, Director! Local spacetime is stable, no notable, variances, fluctuations, or abnormalities. [SIOBHAN]: You're telling me there's a Novel Prime NHP Subjectivity trying to keep us out of that building, but all it's done is lock the door and change the passwords? No paracausal moats, folded spacetime pitfall traps, nothing? [HELENA]: Not that I can detect? [CORINTHUS]: M-maybe it thinks diplomatic immunity will be enough? [Siobhan shoots a withering look at Corinthus. He sinks down into his cubicle and out of sight.] [HELENA]: It... might not have figured out how yet? [SIOBHAN]: ...Explain. [HELENA]: I-it's something I remember from studying the reports from the original Deimos incident. The original Deimosians were technically capable of thinking at a rate far outstripping any human, and they had borderline infinite memories but the rate at which they could actually learn was... limited. It took time for them to develop into their full capabilities, and how fast they could do that depended on. Well. The write speed of the systems they first manifested in? To start with. At least. [SIOBHAN]: Isn't Voladores tech supposed to be way more advanced than our own? [HELENA]: W-well, yes but they also don't like sharing it? So the odds that they went and dropped a hyper-powerful folded-blinkspace supercomputer into one of our embassies back in the FirstComm days is um. Small? A-and we haven't updated our systems in the embassy since the FirstComm days either, so... [SIOBHAN]: So you're saying it's still restricted to three dimensions like the rest of us. [HELENA]: Um. Possibly? Probably. For now, at least. [MAG-MELL]: THEN WE MIGHT STILL AVOID A DIPLOMATIC INCIDENT. I WILL PUT THE USB TEAM ON STANDBY AND OPEN A COMMUNICATIONS CHANNEL. LET US SEE IF WE CAN DISCUSS THE MATTER. --- [[LIVE FEED INTERRUPTED]] [[END OF STREAM]]

[souptastical]

💾repo update (important, read all)

so despite the fact i havent given a shit about the NFT thing, someone in the community has actually been civil & not thrown an absolute bitchfit like the others have, leading me to actually listen (weird how that works right?) and I no longer include the two NFT recordings I previously offered.

For Masters/Supportive Community members:

An apology first: I may have been a little bit... lets say brash about the behaviour/community of Masters. This is due to me just being me, but also because I couldn't stand the thought of people actually not seeing how wildly stupid it is to go and sell something they stole, then get mad at the next person for giving it away for free (minus the NFT date situation, which i now respect). I do appreciate the time, effort and cost yall spend in making these be available. Like fr, some of these files are astounding quality & I love that you all are so dedicated in doing this. Even if you are sour at me, I want you to know you have made so, so many people (80% of them youth under 20) insanely happy to see something they would never have seen due to location/price of boots/how slow going getting into the community is.

So basically, I'm sorry I stole your stolen shit you intended to sell/stand by others selling but we're from different ends of the piracy spectrum & we're never gonna fully see eye-to-eye: you stand by your beliefs of your stolen media not being shared across the net & it pisses me off and I stand by my beliefs of hard-to-obtain media being publicly available & it pisses you off. I did, practically right away, try to meet your community in the middle and paid for my repository to be password locked out of respect for your work/community's longevity & cycle it every single day- if I ever can't pay the fee for some reason, this repository goes offline; you have my word.

For the people just accessing the repository:

Moving forward, for the community's longevity/safety of Masters, I will not include NFT recordings/audio in the future until they expire. This doesn't mean I will reject being given them, but they will go into The Vault until I can release them. I know I'm lucky in a sense to live in a country with such minimal digital piracy laws, but the people that record these may live in places with much stricter laws.

Important Changes:

I first stated (back in February when i created the repository) that the password cycled every 4 days. Then I said 2. If I left it out of my main post, the password cycles daily now.

No NFT recordings are available in the main repository as of an hour ago. I hate doing it, but don't even bother asking for one because I can't give it- I know this sucks, but the person that messaged me is right- this keeps the community members who go out of their way safe in terms of possible repercussions: i may be an asshole, but i dont want anyone in trouble.

New disclaimer: I am going to hope to god none of you have been making edits of the files I've shared with you. If you did, take them down and if you wanted to, don't. Tiktok, youtube, doesnt matter- thats a fastracked way to making sure this corner of the free-media scene dies off entirely. Original Encora got wiped because it caught public attention so please just... don't post clips or the ability to see these shows dissapear forever. I know its fun, believe me (as someone whos been in fandom spaces since 2011) I know it is, but we all want this type of thing to stay around, right?

End note:

I just host this. And catalogue the directory. That's all I do- it was the actors of this play who gave the world such vibrant joy of seeing HP on the stage, the Masters who made it all accessible and the community who shared such joy around. It was all of you, not me who made this possible. So thank you, from the heart💖 And I promise, if you ever can, see it live. It not only supports those actors you love so much, but live performances top watching it through a screen by an astounding amount.

[honeypipin]

Atlas pt 4

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Chapter 4!!

Disclaimer: Mentions of j4rking off, and könig is still delusional, but its ok, he's our delusional baby girl 🫶

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Angel?

A few days had passed since your last encounter with Fredrick, that sweet morning of getting to hold your own personal heater hadn't been mentioned since. Especially since he'd been stationed at his base again.

You missed seeing him, plus you couldn't even thank him for the other night, even vicki was upset about it! She pulled out her favourite markers and glitter to thank him, her friend had done the same too, but the cards still sat on the kitchen table, waiting to be given to their rightful owner.

Whatever, you had work to be done.

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König was bored shitless, every cryptid he was sent out to deal with for the past week was so weak, he barely shot a bullet. The worst thing about this was the fact he couldn't even see you! Stuck at his base, and the few soldiers that he actually didnt mind the company of were stationed somewhere else. No friends, no pretty neighbour, not even pretty neighbour's funny daughter who giggled at his dad jokes. Just him, and fucking idiots on base, with weak cryptids that don't even entertain him.

Atleast he got his phone time to time, and the shitty cameras in his office... he could afford watching the security footage of your house right now, right? No one would know... no one's allowed to enter his office... and the dream he had last night was a bit too good to be solved with just one jerking off session... surely he could spoil himself a little right? Let himself watch you change a bit, he's had such a difficult week afterall! (Plus in his mind, you offering to share a bed with him out of politeness is basically asking for his hand in marriage, and he was glad to accept)

He locks his door, gets comfy in his chair, and turns on his phone, such a long password, but you know he can't just let anyone easily get into his phone and see the pictures he took of you. So obviously a 30 character long password is needed, he always had good memory afterall.

He clicks onto the cam footage app, and starts to reach down to his zipper KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

"Sir?"

Oh for fucks sake.

He scowls and gets up, turns off his phone and walks over to the door to unlock it.

"Yes?"

"You are um, needed in a meeting soon."

"What? I was meant to be free today."

"Cryptid fucked with our internet last night, so we've got a specialist who needs to talk about security measures, and who's getting it up and running as soon as possible again."

König sighs, no wonder he couldn't access the cameras this morning. "Does soon mean now?"

"Well, she's here, so yes, preferably"

"Understood, usual meeting hall?"

"Yes, sir."

"Got it, you are dismissed."

König made his way over to the hall, a bit grouchily, but still made his way.

However, his mood turns around quite quickly.

He opens the doors to find what he is sure is an angel studying a computer screen, is he hallucinating? It can't be you could it?

But it is, and the smile you give him is so you, the happy "Fredrick!" You give him is most definitely you. He has just been so lucky recently, has god finally taken pity on him?

"...hello, what are you doing here?"

"I believe I am your specialist today"

"I see."

König fully believes you are best specialist he could have gotten today, watching and listening to you prattle on about better cameras and multiple back up generators really does soothe his soul, and seeing your eyes light up at the base's current software makes him wonder if he should start destroying the place so that you come over more often... definitely plausible.

"Oh, good, Fully updated! Hmm."

"What is it?"

"I'm not sure how your cryptid got in to be honest. This feels like last week all over again."

"They are getting more tricky nowadays."

"Well we can't let them do that, can we?"

"True."

He sits back and watches you work your laptop, he wonders how you even got in, new vehicles aren't even allowed in through the gates... don't tell him you got here in a taxi! Please do, actually, the chance to drive you home, hold the door open for you like the gentleman he is, and maybe, just maaaybeeee, get invited into your house for some food and a little kiss as a thank you? Maybe? A man could only dream.

"Right, everything should be up and running now."

You completely snapped him out of his daydreams, I mean he almost jumped.

"Erm, yes, thank you, you have been of great help."

"Ha, says you!"

"Well I never said I didn't help" He delights in the half smile he puts on your lips.

"Fair, fair... oh yeah, Vicki and Esha have made cards for you, when can I bring them over?"

"I will be back home next Wednesday, so sometime then?"

"That works. Again thank you so much, I seriously owe you."

"No worries, it was no fault of your own."

It was his.

"Ok, see you wednesday!"

"See you."

He watched you walk off to the exit and sighed.

It was his fault that cryptid got in, he left up the shutters, and a cryptid had managed to trick the girls because he was an idiot. He was lucky this time but... how could he try think of being your boyfriend when he couldn't even protect you right?

An overwhelming sense of guilt hung over his shoulders, he sat back down on the chair and slouched into it, terrible posture, he knows, and his legs wide open wouldn't have been a good look to his old superiors too. He can already imagine the laps he would have to run for looking arrogant for those arseholes.

This basement idea is becoming awfully popular in his mind... well, you would definitely be safe there.

[nctxlight]

DEAR DIARY, IT’S NOEUL

CIRCA:: SUMMER OF 2016 FEATURING:: BYUN NOEUL APPEARANCES BY:: JUNG JAEHYUN . LEE HAECHAN WORD COUNT:: 835 SUMMARY:: Silence often hurts more than words ever could

A bead of sweat dripped onto the darkened phone screen, triggering the device to light up and display an empty lock screen. 

Noeul quickly typed in her password before frantically checking her chat and call logs for the thousandth time since her debut was first announced to the public.

And just like every time before, the message she was looking for was nowhere to be found. 

No missed call. No voicemail. No text message. Not even an email. 

Noeul wanted to throw up.

She wanted to kick and scream and cry and just let every bit of pent-up emotion out. Instead, she turned her phone off, shoved it into her bag and took three deep breaths.

One Two Three

All of a sudden there was a hand on her shoulder and the bubble she was in popped. Her eyes adjusted to how bright the room had become while the chatter and laughter of staff members and the boys flooded into her ears.

She whipped her head around to come face to face with their maknae. “Noona?” Haechan’s worried eyes shifted as they searched Noeul’s face, looking for something he couldn’t quite place. “I’ve been trying to get your attention for a bit. The stylists need you to change so we can leave soon.”

Noeul let his words sink in for a second before looking away from him to scan the room. She made eye contact with her stylist, the older woman raising her brow in question of the younger's actions. Noeul shook her off before returning her attention to the boy in front of her. “Okay. Alright. I’ll head to the bathroom and change.”

Haechan nodded and gave her a soft smile before walking over to where Mark was sat on the couch. Her gaze followed him for a few seconds before they found their way back to the pocket of her bag where her phone lay dormant. Her fingers flexed at her side, the urge to check her notifications one more time tried to push its way to the surface. 

Pivoting to the right, Noeul snatched her street clothes off of the dressing table and squeezed her way out of the room, bowing and nodding to everybody on her way. Once she hears the door click shut behind her, she takes another three deep breaths.

One Two Three

Stepping out of the bathroom a few minutes later, Noeul hands her neatly folded stage outfit over to her stylist with a polite nod and bow before making her way back to their waiting room.  

Jaehyun leans against the door, his phone in one hand and Noeul’s bag in the other as he waits for her to come back. When he hears her footsteps approaching he lifts his head and offers the younger girl a gentle smile as he holds her bag out for her. “The others are already waiting in the vans, come on.”

Noeul stares blankly at him for a beat before taking her bag with a slight head nod. She starts their walk a step behind Jaehyun but is quickly pulled into his side when he slings an arm around her shoulder. She begins to pull away but the feeling of his hand squeezing her shoulder stops her and she decides to settle into his touch instead.

The pair walk in silence all the way to the remaining company van, the other one most likely halfway back to their dorm by now. Jaehyun finally releases his grip on Noeul to open the door for them, ushering her inside with a swift hand movement.

Noeul climbs her way past Yuta and Winwin to the back seat, plopping down with a heavy sigh as Jaehyun follows suit. As soon the van begins to drive at a steady speed, Noeul feels the exhaustion from their schedules take over as her eyelids grow heavy.

Watching her fight off sleep, Jaehyun gently places Noeul’s head on his shoulder before resting his on top of hers. 

“They’ll reach out to you soon,” his voice is barely audible to Noeul as she finally allows herself to succumb to her exhaustion. “You’re their daughter at the end of the day whether they like it or not. So don’t stress over it too much Elle.”

She wants to believe his words she really does, but deep inside she knows that it’s never going to happen. Her parents aren’t the type to ever back down from keeping their word, especially when their honor is involved, and Noeul knows that this specifically is one battle with them she will never win.

But instead of telling her new family that, she chooses to dream of the fairytale of her perfect life.

She dreams of parents who never fail to show up to her most important events. She dreams of parents who support her and her dreams. She dreams of parents who make the effort to at least send a congratulatory message. She dreams of parents who didn’t take away her right to call them that.

[phantom-howl]

BEWARE

(Original Link) (This post is a copy & paste of the original)

PLEASE READ! THIS SCAM IS VERY DANGEROUS AND MAY BE VERY CONVINCING TO SOME!

The scam will open with someone either from your friends list or from a server you share DMing you. They will send a message saying they accidentally reported your discord account for something really bad and if you don’t file an appeal, both your account and IP address will be permanently banned from discord. They will say how sorry they are and include a screenshot of a discord email that states this offense, a ticket number, and instructions on how to file an appeal. The email screenshot will look real and even has the official discord support email as the sender. However it is faked.

The person who was hacked will then ask you to reach out to the ‘discord support member’ mentioned in the email, encouraging you that they’re doing the same and if you act fast, you can save your account.

The ‘support member’ I was directed to went by the name of Chao Chen. This same scammer may be the one speaking to everyone who falls for this, or it may be someone different, but either way, be wary. They will have a profile on discord that claims they’re a discord support team member seeking to rid discord of scammers (the irony)

They will also send a transcript that contains some of your account details, to make you think the scam is real.

The scammer will ask for basic information like your age, date of birth, and other questions seemingly related to your account identity. They will send you an official-looking card affiliated with discord that shows their specialty and position in the company. They will also request your discord ID number and then request you to temporarily change the email associated with your account to a burner email for “screening.” I made the mistake of letting my anxiety best me and agreed to this, but this step is how they steal your discord account. Once you have changed the email, you require a code sent to that email to change it, meaning you are now locked in to the scam email.

After this step, your account will be stolen and near the end of the scam or once you find out something is wrong, they will change the email, kicking you out. I tried to log back in using that email and my password but to no avail; they will change the email as soon as they can so you can no longer log back in.

If you haven’t figured out til now that this is very suspicious and is likely a scam (sadly I did not) they will next ask you to complete a “federal security check” and request you send them a small sum using your bank, PayPal, or card. They assure that the money will be returned in accordance with policy, but this is a lie. This was the point I finally got some sense and realized I was being scammed, and blocked the fake support member before I had my money taken. They then kicked me from my account and are now using it to spread the scam to others.

The scammer will also say small things to sway you into believing their lie. Threats like they have higher-ups monitoring the situation and telling you to “be careful and follow the instructions exactly”, official-looking documents, transcripts, etc, and acting like above all else they wish to help you get your account back.

The friend/server member who initially sends the scam will have already fallen prey to it, so block their account and be sure to warn any mutual friends/servers you share.

TL;DR; THIS DISCORD SCAM WILL STEAL BOTH YOUR ACCOUNT AND YOUR MONEY! BE WARY.

If your account was hacked, please reach out to Discord Support immediately. I will update on wether or not I get my account back and what they did to help, as of right now I am still awaiting a response.

Stay safe and please share this information where you can