#I TYPE FAST AND MY KEYBOARD IS SMALL OKAY.

[bugcatcherkit]

ih gea

YOU CAME ALL THE WAY HERE TO MAKE FUN OF ME???? get out of my house

[zlut4rina]

Freakum Dress

Storyline: Although you and your girlfriend work through each other's busy schedules, learning to make time for one another. You can't help but feel a bit "neglected" one specific day. As a way to get your girlfriends attention, you pull out what you like to call a "Freakum Dress." I mean, every woman has one.

Pairings: dom!g!p!minjeong x sub!femreader

Warnings: Smut with Plot, heavy kinks, breeding kink, slapping, biting, unprotected sex, oral (both receiving), degrading, she refferes to you as "doll" a lot, stomach buldge, VERY DETAILED (im a whore mb) prob a bunch more I forgot abt-

Note: I thought of this while in my math class ... also heavily and obviously inspired by the Beyonce song Freakum dress duhhh(minus the "he's out doin wrong" and going out to party part) My first time writing and posting something like this on tumblr Gulp .. enjoy (u better)

Word count: 5.4k (my apologies ima plot whore)

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It was around 6 in the afternoon, you lie in bed scrolling on your phone in a dimly lit room. The atmosphere was warm and calming, all that was heard was the intense typing from your girlfriend and her keyboard. She’s still at it, by this time you both would be cuddling enjoying the warm embrace of your loved one. But no, Minjeong had extra work to get done. I mean it wasn’t really her fault her boss emailed her a day before hand letting her know of the possibility of extra work, she needed to turn in. Of course knowing her she forgot having to do that ANDDDD the other things needed to be complete today, and let’s just say … your girl was stressed!

You noticed of course, I mean how could you not when she was practically ignoring you all day. At least that’s how you saw it. While tapping away at your phone for hours on end you finally set it aside, taking this time to scan your surroundings your strained yet tired eyes landing on the back of your girlfriend’s head. You watched her closely admiring the way her fingers moved at such a fast yet flowy pace. The way she bit her lip when she made a simple spelling mistake. The way her brows furrowed tightly at her bright computer screen, creating a beam that shunned only upon her and the small corner she was in.

You sucked your teeth in annoyance rolling your eyes as you threw the blanket that was once covering half of your body to the other side of the bed. Getting up you made your way to her, hand on the back of her chair you leaned down your faces matching in level. “Still working huh? How longs’ it been babe?” You question watching as she flinched slightly to the sound of your voice so close to her ear. Never stopping her movement on the keyboard she answers “I don’t know … an hour or two maybe?” she says looking at you briefly before Turing her attention back to her screen, slightly slouching a bit now. You cringed at this, how could she be so focused on stupid paper work. I mean for this long too?! This is unacceptable and honestly ludicrous you thought.

Your gazed froze on her admiring her features taking in a pretty yet annoying site. You leaned in and gave her a small kiss on the cheek, to no avail she didn’t even react only a few blinks as she switched from tabs scrolling through paragraphs of lost media. You groaned a little your lips curling into a frown. “Maybe you should take a break, no?” You say tilting you’re head a bit to the side locking your eyes with hers a small pout on your face. “I can’t babe, I need to get this done before tonight.” You stared at her for a while blinking a few times before finally standing up straight taking a few steps back. “Okay...” You said Barley below a whisper. You turned your body swiftly on one foot making your way downstairs to the bathroom.

After you used the bathroom, you lost track of time sitting on the couch watching TV. Coming to this realization you check your phone seeing it’s 10:45, you turned the TV off and made your way upstairs to your shared bedroom where you assumed your girlfriend to be sleeping. Oh boy where you wrong upon opening the door you see her still at her desk typing away. “Minjeong… baby, c’Mon no way your still at this.” You said softly with a hint of sadness in your voice. Obviously, she ignored you as if you didn’t even exist it made you sad yes but you had a trick up your sleeve. Never thought times would be this tough, never expected to bring “her” out. She was only a backup plan if all else failed and well in this situation, everything failed. Noticing the lack of attention you made your way to the closet in your bedroom. Turing around to her once more before rummaging through to find it, her your plan Z. You made your way to the bathroom downstairs changing into her the dress you bought for moments like these. You never really expected to have moments like these before, I mean Minjeong was obsessed with you so there was no need to try to grab her attention in such way. But every woman has one and you just so happen to be one of those women.

You made your way to the top of the stairs where your shared bedroom was along with the woman you plan to steal from her busy work. Strutting your way up you met the door taking a deep breath in you twisted the knob entering slowly and quietly. “Minjeong…” you said in a soft yet alluring tone but loud enough to catch her attention. She turned her head to you fast then back at the screen. “Wha-..” she couldn’t even finish her sentence before she cocked her head back at you, you would think she broke her neck with how fast she turned to you. Mouth slightly open eyes wandering, everywhere, anywhere. She couldn’t take her eyes off you staring in awe at your beauty, you stood there nervous was it working ? Did it already work ? What’s next ? As those questions ran through your head minjeong turned back around focused on her work again, or so you thought. Her right hand reaching down to push her growing bulge down from view. Suddenly a random burst of confidence took over you strutting your way to your girlfriend you push her hands off the keyboard and sit yourself on her lap your eyes catching each other in an intense gaze. A battle you weren’t willing to lose “What’s your deal?” Minjeong asked placing her hands on your hips keeping you in place perfectly on top of her growing cock. You gulped keeping your eyes on her placing your hands on her shoulders “I should be asking you that instead.” You said tilting your head to the side a little a smug look on your face as you said so. “Ahh what’s this about babe” your girlfriend asked moving your hips forward on her keeping eye contact, she was teasing you. Of course she was, but you couldn’t back down now.

You kept your gaze with her your eyes flickering down to her lips in one swift movement “You like work more than me?” You questioned now looking her in the eyes furious yet in a pleading way. “Ohhh babe I’d never do that to you, you know that” she says leaning closer to your face. “Clearly you’re too sexy to ignore...” She says lips grazing yours as she spoke gripping your ass tightly, that’ll definitely leave a mark. You melted into her touch almost immediately pushing your face closer to her desperate for a kiss only for her to pull away and shake her head. “uh uh how do I know if you really miss me if you really want me” she says voice lower and more seductive massaging your ass as she spoke. Minjeong was hard, rock fucking solid it was obvious to the both of you who knew you had this much of an effect on her. You whined quietly grinding a bit on her stiff pants, immediately Minjeong stopped your movements holding your hips down tightly definitely to leave a bruise later. “Oh c’Mon doll, use your words. I know you can” She coos at you almost as if she’s taunting you “Minjeong ... please … I need you” You finally spoke Barley above a whisper eyes leaving hers staring down at your laps. Gripping her shoulders lightly as you begged, you don’t even know what you where begging for you just, needed her and that was all that mattered.

Minjeong’s eyes darkened after hearing that she leaned in and kissed you soft and sweetly before it almost immediately turned heated and sloppy. She kissed you with so much force and dominance there was no point in fighting against her. Why would you anyway, her hands gripped your hips tighter digging her nails into your skin causing you to whine and wince at the pain. It was beautiful you loved when she got like this, taking her anger out on you or just straight up using you as a way to relieve herself .

Minjeong pulled away from the kiss out of breath looking you in the eyes hungry. She licked her lips before picking you up while getting up from her chair, she let you go standing in front of her as she sat on the end of the bed. Leaning back on her elbows she looked at you in the eyes looking you up and down admiring your body the way your curves complimented the dress the way the fabric clung to your body like a glove, the pretty lacing on your legs. “Well, whatcha waitin’ for it ain’t gonna suck itself is it now pretty girl?” You gulped getting down on your knees before her, stroking her thighs up and down staring at the intense bulge in her pants begging for release. Your hands slowly making their way up her thighs massaging the huge tint in her pants “fuckk ..” minjeong groaned at the feeling, laying down fully on her back a hand behind her head the other going to reach yours stroking your hair slowly. You slowly reach to the top of her pants and pull them down using one hand to massaged her slightly clothed cock. You kissed it, softly and slowly leaving kisses on her aching penis. Finally after toying with her you pull down her boxers slowly causing her long uncut cock to spring out. You stared in awe the way her precum ran down the side of her cock, you stared at it loving how it twitched too absolutely nothing, the pretty curve it had to it. Your gaze didn’t last long closing your eyes leaning in to give her cock a long-wet lick base to tip, once you reached the top you sucked and tongued her tip playing with her foreskin sucking on it leaving a loud pop sound as it slipped out your mouth.

Downing the whole thing in one go causing the girl under you to twitch and grip your hair. She let out a breathy moan as she trusted into your mouth slowly and shakily “you’re so perfect at making me feel good, want my cum deep in your throat huh? Don’t you doll”. Her voice a low husky tone throwing her head back onto the bed as you worked your mouth Bobbing your head in different patterns just the way she liked. Your tongue working magic on her tip making her twitch and buck her hips into each lick you give her. Spit pooling out your mouth onto her harden cock. You use your free right hand to cup and play with her balls skillfully earing a long and breathy moan from the girl. Using your left to stroke her as you tongued at her from above, Minjeong was in heaven the way you worked your mouth on her was like a reward only she can recall. This isn’t your first time doing this oh no, you’ve sucked her off plenty of times more than you can count on both hands. You’re not complaining though you loved it and so did she so of course you’d be willing to do it whenever she liked.

Minjeong grabbed your head with both hands forcing you to take all of her deeper. Taking your hands away and placing them on her thighs for balance you gagged taking in her long cock. The thick mix of saliva and precum causing you to choke a bit on her, nothing too amateur for you though. “You like that doll, huh? Having your throat full of this huge cock in your mouth yea?”. You could only whine in response tears rolling out your eyes, this was your favorite pain and pleasure. Minjeong’s movements became more ragged and fastened in pace as her moans became more vocal. You could tell she was close , you worked your tongue like a pro for her wanting that sweet relief just as much as she did. And with a few more hard disgusting pumps into your mouth she came hot strings of cum hitting the back of your throat coating your mouth heavily. You pull your head back and swallow licking your lips, as cum and spit dripped down your mouth. Eyeing Minjeong and the way her chest rose and fell you sat on your knees waiting for your next order. Minjeong finally arises and sits up “Somethings definitely gotten into you doll…” she says reaching for your chin making you look up at her. Rubbing lines back and forth on your wet lips “Get up.” She orders, and of course you stand up almost immediately

She reaches for the lace on your legs and ripped it off like a hungry savage causing a small gasp to leave your lips hands moving to her shoulder for balance. After tugging away at you she finally had your pretty wet cunt on display for her, she ran her middle finger through your soaking wet slit coating her fingers the second she reached into your heat. “Mm- min please” you moaned head tossed down as she played with you, her fingers dancing around your cunt refusing to enter you correctly. She played with your clit rubbing it in circles causing you jolt your hips forward at her. “Please baby… I was good for you, no?” Minjeong only stared at you halting her movement making you whine because of the lack of touch she gave. Minjeong grabbed your hand from her shoulders, leading you onto the bed where she laid on her back. “Let me taste you doll, let me taste how good you really are.”. She said with a smirk licking her top row of teeth she ordered you to turn around with a wave of her finger. Of course you obliged to her, who are you to say no there’s not like you have a choice to say no either in this situation. You turned your body and slowly backed up on her she pulled your lower half down to her face blowing on your wet cunt, you shook slightly minjeong cheesed at this loving her effect on you. She toyed with you again her fingers playing in your wet heat rubbing up and down coating her digits in sweet ecstasy. You could only whine pushing your hips back on her more needing some sort of friction to your heat “You’re so needy doll. That’s how you even ended up here anyway, you’re such a whore.” She landed a loud slap on your ass making you moan in response head jolting up at the moment of connection. “Were you desperate for my attention or desperate to be fucked like the stupid cum doll you are huh?”. She landed another hard slap to your other cheek this one creating a hand print “Answer me slut.” She said in a rough tone, as soon as those words left her mouth she shoved three fingers into you without warning. “Ahh fuck, min” You moaned out body falling onto hers.

You reached to stroke her still harden wet cock, Minjeong slapped your ass again this time rougher than before. It hurt yes but it hurt so good tears left your eyes and you drooled slightly. “Are you gonna answer or does someone need to be punished?” she asked taking her fingers out that were once working in and out of you. You whined shaking your head in response “Stupid girl, I told you to use your words.” Minjeong slapped your ass hard before driving her face deep into your cunt sucking and licking as if she were a starving stranger. Your back arched eyes rolled back moan after moan escaping your lips. Minjeong went ham on you sucking your clit her tongue flicking it and rubbing circles on it from time to time. It felt amazing all you could do was moan almost forgetting to stroke your pretty girlfriend off, your hand went up and down on her cock you lent down to lick it and suck the tip and your other hand went to her balls and played with them once again. Minjeong soon shoved three fingers back into your cunt as her lips and tongue went to work on your folds and clit leaving quiet pop sounds as she did her magic. Her arms wrapped around your waist keeping you in place forcing you to lower yourself onto her face burying her deep into your soaking wet cunt. Moans escaped from both of your mouths hers causing vibrations in your body. You could feel a knot building up in your stomach, Minjeong knew you were close the way you clenched around her fingers hearing your toes pop after curling them, the way you just couldn’t keep still above her. Alas you couldn’t keep focusing on yourself you took your attention back to your girlfriend’s cock sucking it hungrily and sloppily. Everything felt too good to stop, too good focus on just one thing you both just fucked each other hypnotized by the scent of sex in the air.

With a few more sucks and strokes you both came hard, both your bodies shaking your girlfriends cum landing all over your face and tongue. Minjeong gathered all the cum that spilled out tonguing and sucking to get all of it out. She didn’t stop there she kept her movement still fingering you at such a slow pace tongue licking your clit sucking on it just to get a sweet reaction out of you. “Think you can give me another doll?”. She asked face still deep in your heat causing you to shiver you shook your head side to side earning a smack “Just how stupid are you?”. Your girlfriend asked angry halting her fingers movement in you. She pushed you off of her turning your body like a ragdoll forcing you to sit on her face. She locked you down with her arms wrapped around your waist keeping you in place. She started devouring your sensitive cunt tonguing and sucking at your pink bud causing you to whine and squirm in her grasp. “Taste so good doll, can’t get enough” she spoke into your body sending waves of pleasure through your body. You grip the headboard with your left and the right reaching for her hair pushing her head forward into your body. You grinded on her face your sensitive bud colliding with the tip of her nose , the way they rubbed together resembled two knight’s sword fighting. Her tongue was like a serpent burring deep into its hole beneath the two soldiers. The feeling was intense you felt like you were going crazy eyes rolling back, cunt aching, body hot and sweaty, fingers trembling the knot in your stomach was growing you felt like you were about to explode.

That was until she stopped, making you whine and attempt to grind on her face more for some sort of release in tension. Smiling against your wet cunt she looked up at you “Beg for it.” She said, no, she stated it was a demand. Looking you in the eyes like some pathetic doll she could get whatever she wanted out of you. You stared right back mouth open sweat dripping off your chin onto the pillow. How could she do this to you, she gave one of your cheeks a hard smack echoing through the room. You yelped in response biting your lip with your eyes shut “How many fucking times do I have to tell you to speak up?”. She said angry smacking you again, she loved the way you reacted how helpless you look right now it’s a wonderful sight to her. “Or do you just love being treated like this huh, doll?” she bit your inner thigh leaving bite marks and hickeys “Please, min ... I wanna cum so bad...”. You said, helpless and defeated you had no other choice “Good girl...”. She whispered into your thigh focusing back on your wet cunt, devouring it like she once did before. The sensation was intense almost unbearable, you immediately stated grinding on her lips and tongue grabbing a handful of hair pushing her head further into you. She clawed at your ass and thighs, the mixture of pain and pleasure was too much for you with just a few more licks you came undone shaking clenching uncontrollably. That sweet relief felt heavily. Minjeong licked you all up taking in every last drop of you in her mouth. “Fuck you taste amazing for me doll. So wet and warm, I can’t get enough” and with that she throws you off her replacing each other’s positions. You now laying down beneath her legs on each side of her body as she kneeled in-between you.

You laid there both hands covering your face in embarrassment “You look so fucking good in that baby, I almost don’t wanna take it off ya”. She said eyeing down your hot body practically numb from the previous orgasms. She began stroking her still harden cock staring you in the face, she reached to move your hands away right above your head. She leaned down both your wrist in her hand, she reached your ear and spoke “Fuck baby, I wanna see how beautiful your body looks right now”. She said before kissing down your chin and neck, leaving bites and marks all over before stopping at your collarbone. “But that dress is so damn sexy to ruin” she continued her assault on your neck collarbone licking you after every bite. There’s still some fluff in her, just a little. She sat up releasing your wrist, they remained in that same position. She looked at you before smiling, taking her shirt off finally revealing her toned slim body to you. She threw it somewhere on the floor who cares where it went. Biting her lip she reached for her bra and pulled it over her head slowly swaging her body seductively. You could only stare legs holding her close to you putting a hand over your mouth to cover yourself. “I’ve got an idea” your girlfriend started “How bout I fuck you with it on, then I rip it off and fuck you without it. You like how that sound doll?” she lifted your legs onto her shoulders and watched you waiting for an answer, you nodded “Please…” was all you could muster up. Minjeong grinned “Please what baby doll?” she’s toying with you again, how you loved and hated when she did. You bit your lip looking away from her, you whined not wanting to embarrass yourself. She grabbed you by the chin making you face her “Tell me, tell me what you want doll. You wanna feel good, don’t you? So speak.” She looked at you with anticipation tilting her head to the side waiting on what sort of response you’ll give her now.

You couldn’t say anything, you wanted too but nothing came out you felt stuck you probably looked like an idiot just staring into nothing. “Ah nothing? That’s fine, maybe we should stop her then. No?” she said looking at you with a sly smirk her voice was so low and mellow when she spoke. She knew you didn’t want to stop, neither did she. “NO, please ..” you reached for her shoulder keeping her in-between you “I want it, I want you” You bit your lip debating on whether you should Say the next part or not. After a few seconds of silence you spoke “I want you to fuck me, please min, please fill me up. I want it I want it so bad.” You begged her frantically, desperate for something, anything. She smiled at you “You’re so pretty when you beg.” She chuckled reaching for her harden shaft slapping it against your clit earning a moan from you. She leaned down to your ear kissing it before making her way to attack your neck with love bites. You were a mess, a hot moaning mess.

She slowly entered her cock inside you inch by inch she took her time, her painfully slow time. Thus causing you to squirm under her wrapping your arms around her neck and she continued to leave hickeys all over you. Your girlfriend began her assault on your wet cunt at a fast pace her balls slapping against your ass, the sounds of wet skin colliding and the scent of sex and ecstasy in the air. You could only moan eyes shut almost screaming into your girlfriend’s ear. She fucked you rough and hard her movements where inhumane almost as if she wasn’t really the woman you once knew, she was fucking you like a monster. So intensely destroying your insides with her long cock. “Fuck doll, this pussys’ so fucking good. All mine too~” she spoke into your ear words shaky with the way she was pounding you. The sound of sloppy sex overwhelming you, you Barley understood her. Nails sinking into her back, neck and hips leaving scars and markings that’ll take days to heal. The pain causing Minjeong to groan and bite down on your neck, at this rate your neck was full of red pink and purple marks with spots of dips of teeth marks all over. “Ah fuck baby you feel so fucking good around me.” She leaned up and grabbed you by the waist ending her attack on your upper body. “You’re so pretty, so fucking pretty” she spoke as she pounded into you harder somehow managing to go deeper into you. Her tip kissing your cervix like a desperate lover “Fuck min, don’t stop please..” you begged biting your lip ad your body Bobbing up and down to her rhythm. “You like that doll? Huh, like the way my dick violates your insides don’t you?”. She fucked you faster her breathing becoming heavy and quick, she was close so so close. “I’m gonna fill you up so good yea? You wanted this. You wanted me to fuck you like this like the slut you are.” She bit her lip head hung beck as she pounded into you like a mad man “Fuck I love you so much you know that?” You nodded in response your grip on her body growing tighter and you could feel your climax approaching. “Look at me pretty girl, look at who’s worshiping this beautiful body of yours” she grabbed your chin making you face her eyes meeting for a split second before you both crashed into a long-heated kiss. “Min… baby I’m-im gonna cum fuck” You slightly pulled away from the kiss feeling your next orgasim approaching “Me too baby I’m gonna cum inside you, okay?” You nodded and with a few more pumps you both came together your back arching as she pushed deeper into you.

Panting and sweaty you both sit there for a while before your girlfriend spoke “Hate to see this pretty thing go so soon, hm? Ah, but I bet you’d look so much sexier with it torn apart huh doll”. You whined in response, taking this as an answer without wasting any more time she grabbed the fabric covering your stomach and ripped it apart all in one go. This caused you to moan covering you face with your hands as she “undressed” You. “So beautiful, just for me. Only me” she spoke under her breath admiring your physique, the way you ditch wear a bra underneath almost as if you wanted this to happen. Her hands trailing up and down your body feeling you up, she licked her lips at the site before her. “How much cum you think this pretty belly can hold doll?” she spoke tracing circles around your bellybutton. “I think you’d look so cute carrying my baby. Don’t you think so too” your girlfriend smiled at you with a shit eating grin. You stared back at her a red flush forming on your cheeks, this is so humiliating you thought. “I want to, so bad. I wanna fill you up with all my cum, watching your stomach grow bigger with each pump. I wanna breed you like a fucking whore.” She takes her gaze from your stomach and looks at you in the eyes, deeply. “Can i?” is all she says a glint of plea in her eyes, she’s desperate. You look at her up and down before letting a sheepish smile form on your face “I’m not stopping you am i?” you ask tilting you head a bit at her. With this she wasted no time ramming her somehow still hard cock into you this time shoving all full inches inside you without warning. Causing you to yelp in pain and pleasure, it was too much for you but who were you to say no to her?

“Fuck baby I love you” she said between each thrust, leaning down she held one of your breast in her hand playing with the ripple and the other in her mouth. “Fuck min!” you moaned out harms wrapping around her neck pulling her closer into your body. Her pace was fast and eager, her rhythm and patterns where all off without sync. She was fucking you like a deranged animal “I’m goona get you pregnant baby, full of me fuck I need it” You wrapped your legs around her torso pulling her deeper into you. “Please min, cum inside me fill me up please” you begged desperate just as she was. Moving your hip along with her at a ragged pace both desperate and needy. The sounds coming from you too were disgusting wet skin slapping against each other moans from different pitches it’s like you both lost your minds. Neither of you thinking straight only worried about cumming making the other feel good. Minjeing got up from your chest grabbing you by the shoulder with one hand the other reaching for yours placing it on your stomach. Feeling the way her cock bounced in and out of your tummy. “Feel that doll? That’s me getting you pregnant. Dumping my seed into you like a whore”. She left your hand on your stomach grabbing the headboard to balance her body as she thrusted in you like crazy. The bed creaking from her speedy movements the way your body moved and your boobs bounced to her sex was wonderful, sadly it had to come to an end at some point. “Baby I’m so close … don’t stop .. please” you whined out eyes close head thrown back your legs hugging her body tighter than ever. “Me too doll, you ready to carry my baby?” she muttered through her teeth as her speed grew faster chasing after her high. You nodded with a few small “please” and “yes” your grip on her tightened as you came undone on her shaft. Back arching biting your lip till it bled, your girlfriend pumped into you still letting all her sweet and salty semen let loose into you some spilling out.

She fell on top of you her now soft penis still inside you, you moaned a bit at her. “I’m so sleepy doll” she spoke into the crook of your neck, you looked down at her smiling before stroking her hair. “We can stay like this is you want” you whispered in her ear gaining a nod from her, chuckling at this you pull her closer into a snuggle. Limbs wrapped around each other, scared of letting go. You turned your head to look at the clock on your nightstand, it read 1:34 am. “Guess your gonna be in a bit of trouble tomorrow huh? Mingejong looked up at you before Turing her gaze to her still open computer screen. She only shrugged and went back into her spot kissing your neck before trailing off to sleep “I love you, so much” your girlfriend spoke before going completely silent.

“I love you too”

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Very rushed ending my apologies (I feel like I lost the plot halfway through tbh 😭)

Hope u liked tho more coming soon if u guys enjoyed ♡

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Rose & Thorn Summary: You’re just trying to write your silly little stories in peace when Harry Styles—yes, that Harry Styles, with the long hair, soft sweater, and rings for days—walks into your favorite café and steals the seat across from you.

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Flirty banter

Warm chai (that he hates, rude)

Painfully soft glances

And him saying, “I was gonna write lyrics, but now I kinda just wanna write about you.”

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The bell over the café door jingled, but you didn’t look up.

Your fingers hovered over your keyboard, pausing as you squinted at the blinking cursor on your screen. You were halfway through a sentence, one you’d rewritten three times already, and it still didn’t sound right. You sighed softly, thumbed the edge of your coffee cup, and took another sip of your now-lukewarm latte. Background hums of milk steamers and indie music blended with the occasional murmur of conversation.

This place—Rose & Thorn—had become your usual over the last few months. It wasn’t big, but it had high ceilings, vintage tile floors, plants dangling from copper rods, and deep wooden booths along the back wall. Enough character to feel lived-in, but quiet enough to focus. You loved it here. Not for any grand reason. Just... the peace of it.

You didn’t notice him at first.

Not until the barista stuttered a bit while asking for a name to write on the cup.

Then you glanced up. Casual, curious.

And saw him.

Tall. Slim. Hair long, dark golden brown, pulled half-up but some pieces falling around his face. A soft, oversized green sweater. Black trousers. Rings. A slow smile that looked both unsure and entirely too charming as he gave his name—Harry.

Harry.

Your brain didn’t immediately click. Not until he turned, waiting for his drink, and you caught the sharp line of his jaw. The eyes. The way he looked around the room like he wasn’t trying to be noticed but always would be.

Harry Styles.

You blinked.

You knew it was him. Of course you did. You weren’t living under a rock. But your mind scrambled to catch up with the realness of him. He looked... softer than you expected. A little sleepy, like maybe he hadn’t meant to stay out this late or wake up this early. And he was definitely looking for a place to sit.

There were two open booths. One next to the window, and one—yours.

He glanced toward the front, then toward you.

And started walking over.

You looked back at your laptop fast, pretending to type.

“Sorry,” a voice said, low and warm and just slightly hesitant. “This seat taken?”

You looked up. And there he was, closer now. Tall enough that the light from the window hit his cheekbone just right. Kind enough eyes that it made you forget how unfairly good-looking he was.

“Oh—no,” you said, heart skipping weirdly in your chest. “Go ahead.”

“Thanks.”

He sat, adjusting the chair with a quiet scrape. You tried to act normal. Just some girl in a café. Writing. Not freaking out. Not staring.

He took out a small notebook, leather-bound and worn at the edges, and a pen. No phone. No entourage. Just him, like this was his usual spot too.

A minute passed. Then five.

You tried to focus on your sentence again, but your thoughts were a mess. You could feel him. Not in a weird way, just... there. He had that kind of presence. Big but easy. Confident but not loud. And he was humming under his breath.

You snuck a glance.

He was scribbling something in his notebook. Brow furrowed a little. Lips parted. His tea sat untouched.

Your stomach did a small flip.

And then he looked up at you.

Caught.

You froze.

He smiled, slow and crooked, like he knew.

“Whatcha working on?” he asked, voice still soft. Like he didn’t want to break the quiet of the place too much.

You hesitated. “Just writing.”

“Mm,” he nodded. “Fiction?”

“Sort of.”

He tilted his head. “Sort of?”

“I write articles,” you explained. “But sometimes I write other things. Like... bits of stories. Stuff that’ll never see the light of day.”

Harry smiled wider. “I like that. Secret stories.”

You laughed under your breath. “Not on purpose. Just... never finished anything I felt was good enough.”

He leaned forward a little, interest plain in his eyes. “Can I ask what this one’s about?”

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard again. “A girl. She works in a little café. She’s just... trying to keep her life from falling apart.”

Harry looked around. “She work here?”

You shook your head. “Different place. Messier. Bad coffee.”

“Sounds real,” he said, nodding seriously.

You grinned.

He stuck out a hand. “I’m Harry.”

“I know.”

He laughed, and it was a real one—quiet but warm, like it came from his chest. You liked that laugh.

You gave your name.

He repeated it softly. Then again. Like he was trying it out.

“I like that,” he said. “Suits you.”

You looked away, heat crawling up your neck.

This didn’t feel like some celebrity moment. It didn’t feel like you were talking to him, the Harry you’d seen in music videos or awards shows or late-night interviews. It just felt like... a moment. A strangely quiet, perfectly normal moment with a man who was making you smile too easily.

He nodded at your screen. “Can I read it?”

Your heart leapt. “God, no. It’s—just fragments.”

He leaned back, hands up. “Alright. Maybe next time.”

Next time?

You raised an eyebrow. “You planning on stealing my booth?”

He shrugged. “I think I just did.”

You bit your lip to keep from smiling too much. “Okay, but I get the plug socket. It’s war if you touch my charger.”

“I’d never,” he said solemnly.

He took a sip of his tea, finally. Grimaced.

“Too hot?”

“No, just… chai.”

You laughed.

“You don’t like chai?”

“It tastes like someone dropped a candle in milk.”

You choked on your latte. “That’s oddly specific.”

He wiped his mouth with a napkin, still grinning. “It’s accurate, though.”

You shook your head. “Blasphemy.”

For the next twenty minutes, neither of you wrote. Or pretended to. The conversation was easy, weirdly so. You talked about little things—books, music, your mutual distaste for small talk. He asked you if you believed in ghosts. You asked him if he always talked to strangers in cafés.

“Not always,” he said. “Just the pretty ones.”

You stared at him.

He held your gaze, no smirk this time. Just honesty. That kind that didn’t feel rehearsed or smooth.

“I mean it,” he said. “You walked in and I... I couldn’t stop looking.”

“I was already here,” you said, trying to make your voice steady.

He blinked. “Wasn’t I here first?”

You laughed, a little breathless. “No.”

“Shit.”

“What?”

“Means I really didn’t see anything else. Just you.”

Silence stretched. Not awkward. Just... tight. Charged.

You looked down at your cup.

He tapped a ringed finger on the table. “Can I be honest?”

You glanced back up.

“I was trying to think of something to write when I came in,” he said. “Lyrics or whatever. Been stuck for a while. But now I’m thinking I just want to write about this.”

You blinked. “This?”

He nodded once. “You. Today. The way you looked when I sat down—like you were about to vanish if I stared too hard.”

You swallowed. “That’s... intense.”

“I know,” he said. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

He smiled, softer this time.

You looked at your screen. Then back at him. “Can I be honest too?”

“Please.”

“This is the weirdest day of my life.”

He laughed. “Fair.”

You hesitated, then added, “But also kinda the best?”

Harry tilted his head, curls shifting. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

He looked down, then back up again, eyes a little shy now. “Would it be okay if I asked for your number?”

Your heart thudded. You didn’t answer right away, but only because your brain had short-circuited.

He waited.

You reached for his phone. Typed it in.

Handed it over.

He took it gently. Smiled as he saved it.

Then he looked at you again, really looked.

“I’ll text you,” he said. “Soon. Like... tonight.”

You smiled. “Looking forward to it.”

He paused like he wanted to say something else. Then stood, tea in one hand, notebook in the other.

“I should go. Leave you to your writing.”

You nodded, though a part of you wanted to ask him to stay.

As he turned, he paused at the doorway. Looked back. Gave you a smile that made your stomach twist in the best way.

And then he was gone.

You stared at the empty chair for a moment, stunned.

Then turned back to your laptop.

And started writing again.

But this time, the words came easy.

Because now, your story had a beginning.

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Hey lynnie!! I was wondering if you could maybe right a fic about reader that does sh and relapses and gets comforted by abby??

hi ml!! of course i can, i hope this is okay

cw: self harm , explicit details about cuts , comfort! abby , use of pet names , reader has she/her pronouns

a/n: DO NOT READ IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU. this is an extremely touchy subject, and i sincerely apologize if this is offensive or insensitive. if you need help or someone to talk to, my dms or inbox are always open, and there's a list of helplines tagged below.

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it was pure mistake. the urges usually weren't that strong, and you usually knew better than to give in to them. but after a rough morning, you felt helpless.

usually it wasn't that bad. they were always surface scratches, fading away quick enough so that nobody noticed them.

and of course abby knew. she noticed them one day while you were at her apartment, doing the dishes after baking with her. it was over the holidays and it was cold outside, so naturally you were wearing long sleeves. while you were doing the dishes she found it odd that you didn't roll your sleeves up. your clothes were turning dark from the dampness of the sink water, and it bothered abby.

"why don't you roll your sleeves up, baby?" she asks with a small chuckle, dropping a dirty mixing bowl into the sink.

you had laughed nervously, "cause it's cold in here."

"aw." she said as she pressed a kiss to your temple. her hands had been dangerously close to your sleeves, "want me to turn the thermostat up?"

but before you could respond, she was rolling your sleeves up for you. everything stopped when she saw the cuts on your arms. breaths were held. hearts didn't beat. eyes didn't blink.

after that she spent an hour talking to you about it, asking you questions while she tended to your wounds. you had never seen your poor girlfriend so upset and so worried about you.

she made you vow never to do it again. which you thought was going to be easy.

until today.

now your arms were so red there was blood dripping down to your elbows. your body shook and shook and shook. like you did it when you weren't thinking clearly, and now it was suddenly hitting you that you went overboard. so overboard, in fact, that the sight made you sick to your stomach.

your skin was red and swollen, and the tips of your fingers were tingling. the fresh cuts had overlapped the old ones, blood tricking all around your wrists and elbowsz

your first instinct wasn't to wash off the blood or bandage it up, but to call abby.

after three rings she answered, "hey, baby. i'm at work, can i call you back on my break?"

just the sound of her voice put tears in your eyes. you knew she was going to be upset.

"i need you." you manage to choke out, your voice breaking as a hiccup escapes your lips.

"whats wrong, sweetheart?" she asks, and you can hear the faint clicking of a keyboard on the other side of the line. she's working on her computer, typing away as she's blissfully unaware what her girlfriend had done to herself.

"i relapsed."

the words make her breath catch in her throat. all of the noises stop, a sharp inhale being heard. abby herself felt like crying, because it hurt to know her love had cut herself again.

"okay... it's okay. don't panic and don't move, alright? i'll be there as fast as i can." she says in one breath before hanging up.

within ten minutes abby was at your front door, fishing out the key you gave her a few months into dating. she let herself in, seeing you on the couch, completely still. you hadn't moved, just like she asked.

she sinks to her knees in front of you, her gaze never once leaving your eyes. you'd grown to appreciate when she would do that, as if your scars weren't the only thing that she sees. but when her gaze finally did fall to your arms, the mere sight made her heart drop to her stomach.

"oh, honey... oh, baby..." she says quietly. she didn't expect it to be this bad. maybe a few surface scratches at best. not one this significantly deep, "why didn't you call me?"

"i-i did."

"i mean when you got the urge." she says, taking your hands into her own and rubbing your palms, "call me before, not after. okay?"

you nod your head, fighting back tears as she takes out a wipe from her work bag, trying to clean up the cuts the best she can.

abby is the most tender human being youve ever met. she's gentle and knows what to do when things like this happen. often times she has to remind herself not to panic to worsen the situation, but seeing you in such a state like this makes her heart shatter in her chest.

once she's all done she cuddled up real close with you, wrapping your arms in a bandage and peppering kisses all over your face. she'll take the next few days off of work to stay with you, afraid it'll happen again if she were to leave you by yourself. once you're calmed down enough, she'll go around your apartment, confiscating anything she thinks you could hurt yourself with. but you didn't mind. even when the urges were there, so was abby.

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How to Buy a Computer for Cheaper

Buy refurbished. And I'm going to show you how, and, in general, how to buy a better computer than you currently have. I'm fairly tech-knowledgeable, but not an expert. But this is how I've bought my last three computers for personal use and business (graphics). I'm writing this for people who barely know computers. If you have a techie friend or family member, having them help can do a lot for the stress of buying a new computer.

There are three numbers you want to know from your current computer: hard drive size, RAM, and processor speed (slightly less important, unless you're doing gaming or 3d rendering or something else like that)

We're going to assume you use Windows, because if you use Apple I can't help, sorry.

First is hard drive. This is how much space you have to put files. This is in bytes. These days all hard drives are in gigabytes or terabytes (1000 gigabytes = 1 terabyte). To get your hard drive size, open Windows Explorer, go to This PC (or My Computer if you have a really old OS).

To get more details, you can right-click on the drive. and open Properties. But now you know your hard drive size, 237 GB in this case. (this is rather small, but that's okay for this laptop). If you're planning on storing a lot of videos, big photos, have a lot of applications, etc, you want MINIMUM 500 GB. You can always have external drives as well.

While you've got this open, right-click on This PC (or My Computer). This'll give you a lot of information that can be useful if you're trying to get tech support.

I've underlined in red the two key things. Processor: it can help to know the whole bit (or at least the Intel i# bit) just so you don't buy one that's a bunch older, but processor models are confusing and beyond me. The absolutely important bit is the speed, in gigahertz (GHz). Bigger is faster. The processor speed is how fast your computer can run. In this case the processor is 2.60 GHz, which is just fine for most things.

The other bit is RAM. This is "random-access memory" aka memory, which is easy to confuse for, like how much space you have. No. RAM is basically how fast your computer can open stuff. This laptop has 16 GB RAM. Make sure you note that this is the RAM, because it and the hard drive use the same units.

If you're mostly writing, use spreadsheets, watching streaming, or doing light graphics work 16 GB is fine. If you have a lot of things open at a time or gaming or doing 3d modeling or digital art, get at least 32 GB or it's gonna lag a lot.

In general, if you find your current laptop slow, you want a new one with more RAM and a processor that's at least slightly faster. If you're getting a new computer to use new software, look at the system requirements and exceed them.

I'll show you an example of that. Let's say I wanted to start doing digital art on this computer, using ClipStudio Paint. Generally the easiest way to find the requirements is to search for 'program name system' in your search engine of choice. You can click around their website if you want, but just searching is a lot faster.

That gives me this page

(Clip Studio does not have very heavy requirements).

Under Computer Specs it tells you the processor types and your RAM requirements. You're basically going to be good for the processor, no matter what. That 2 GB minimum of memory is, again, the RAM.

Storage space is how much space on your hard drive it needs.

Actually for comparison, let's look at the current Photoshop requirements.

Photoshop wants LOTS of speed and space, greedy bastard that it is. (The Graphics card bit is somewhat beyond my expertise, sorry)

But now you have your three numbers: hard drive space, RAM (memory) and processor (CPU). Now we're going to find a computer that's better and cheaper than buying new!

We're going to buy ~refurbished~

A refurbished computer is one that was used and then returned and fixed up to sell again. It may have wear on the keyboard or case, but everything inside (aside from the battery) should be like new. (The battery may hold less charge.) A good dealer will note condition. And refurbished means any flaws in the hardware will be fixed. They have gone through individual quality control that new products don't usually.

I've bought four computers refurbished and only had one dud (Windows kept crashing during set-up). The dud has been returned and we're waiting for the new one.

You can buy refurbished computers from the manufacturers (Lenovo, Dell, Apple, etc) or from online computer stores (Best Buy and my favorite Newegg). You want to buy from a reputable store because they'll have warranties offered and a good return policy.

I'm going to show you how to find a refurbished computer on Newegg.

You're going to go to Newegg.com, you're gonna go to computer systems in their menu, and you're gonna find refurbished

Then, down the side there's a ton of checkboxes where you can select your specifications. If there's a brand you prefer, select that (I like Lenovos A LOT - they last a long time and have very few problems, in my experience. Yes, this is a recommendation).

Put in your memory (RAM), put in your hard drive, put in your CPU speed (processor), and any other preferences like monitor size or which version of Windows you want (I don't want Windows 11 any time soon). I generally just do RAM and hard drive and manually check the CPU, but that's a personal preference. Then hit apply and it'll filter down.

I'm going to say right now, if you are getting a laptop and you can afford to get a SSD, do it. SSD is a solid-state drive, vs a normal hard drive (HDD, hard disk-drive). They're less prone to breaking down and they're faster. But they're also more expensive.

Anyway, we have our filtered list of possible laptops. Now what?

Well, now comes the annoying part. Every model of computer can be different - it can have a better or worse display, it can have a crappy keyboard, or whatever. So you find a computer that looks okay, and you then look for reviews.

Here's our first row of results

Let's take a look at the Lenovo, because I like Lenovos and I loathe Dells (they're... fine...). That Thinkpad T460S is the part to Google (search for 'Lenovo Thinkpad T460s reviews'). Good websites that I trust include PCMag, LaptopMag.com, and Notebookcheck.com (which is VERY techie about displays). But every reviewer will probably be getting one with different specs than the thing you're looking at.

Here are key things that will be the same across all of them: keyboard (is it comfortable, etc), battery life, how good is the trackpad/nub mouse (nub mice are immensely superior to trackpads imho), weight, how many and what kind of ports does it have (for USB, an external monitor, etc). Monitors can vary depending on the specs, so you'll have to compare those. Mostly you're making sure it doesn't completely suck.

Let's go back to Newegg and look at the specs of that Lenovo. Newegg makes it easy, with tabs for whatever the seller wants to say, the specs, reviews, and Q&A (which is usually empty).

This is the start of the specs. This is actually a lesser model than the laptop we were getting the specs for. It's okay. What I don't like is that the seller gives very little other info, for example on condition. Here's a Dell with much better information - condition and warranty info.

One thing you'll want to do on Newegg is check the seller's reviews. Like on eBay or Etsy, you have to use some judgement. If you worry about that, going to the manufacturer's online outlet in a safer bet, but you won't quite get as good of deals. But they're still pretty damn good as this random computer on Lenovo's outlet shows.

Okay, so I think I've covered everything. I do recommend having a techie friend either help or double check things if you're not especially techie. But this can save you hundreds of dollars or allow you to get a better computer than you were thinking.

[fandomficsnstuff]

Old Lady - 3

(Warnings: blood, angst, a lot of angst, more Nosocomephobia, tiny fluff at the end)

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It’d been almost two months since you got shot and according to Tara you had healed extraordinarily well, seeing as you hadn’t been treated in the hospital and hadn’t been shying away from things that could tear open the wound again. And things that actually made it tear open again once or twice. You were currently perched on Chibs’ lap, sitting on the bench with your legs over him and his arms around you, a content smile on you face as you drew light circles against the back of his scalp with your nails until a black van was pulled into the lot by the tow truck, Chibs turning to you, kissing you softly before you got up without being told, your legs laying on the bench as you leaned against Juice’s shoulder, your eyes closed until the van exploded, your eyes opening wide. You felt your stomach drop as you saw him being thrown to the ground, running towards him and reaching him as the van still exploded one last time, the heat of it nearly burning your skin but you kneeled down by Chibs, tears in your eyes as you carefully turned him on his back, practically ripping open his kutte and leaning down on his chest, a small whimper leaving you as you looked up at Tara who kneeled down. “I can’t- I can’t hear a heartbeat, Tara, I can’t-”

“It’s okay, it’s okay, shh” she comforted before checking for a pulse, letting out a sigh of relief as she began to focus on his bleeding head “it’s okay, he’s alive” she whispered and if you had been standing, you knew your legs would’ve buckled and you fell to the ground, tears running down your cheeks as you weren’t sure what to do with your hands. You wanted to cup his face and kiss him, telling him he’d be alright but you didn’t want to get in the way of Tara. As the ambulance came and took him away, without a second thought you jumped up in it, taking Chibs’ hand and stroking his scraped forehead with tears in your eyes. “You’re alright… you’re fine, I promise, I’ll stay with you, okay? As long as I can” you whispered, leaning over and gently kissing his forehead, trying to keep your eyes off of the equipment and first responders in the ambulance while also trying to think of another word than ambulance since that didn’t exactly help, a leash on your mind that you tugged harshly on whenever it got too close to the thought that you were on your way to a hospital, the spike of anxiety making you worry even more for Chibs. “Miss, what’s your name?” you didn’t even know who was talking to you, your eyes locked on Chibs as you held his hand tightly. “(Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N)... I’m-... he’s my-” you cut yourself off as you felt your chest tighten, the ride almost bumpy with how fast the ambulance was driving. “Alright, miss, what’s his name?”

“Chib-... Filip, Filip Telford but-.. h-he doesn’t-... everyone calls him Chibs… h-he’s scottish, I-I don’t know what his blood type is I’m sorry I-”

“It’s alright, miss, do you know of any prior medical history?”

All the medical talk made you clutch his hand tighter, your body shaking as it became harder and harder to handle the idea of being brought into a hospital. “N-No, I-... No, not besides the scars on his-... not-... I-I haven’t- not since I’ve known him, h-he knows--.... he knows I don’t like…” you trailed off, eyes locked on his unconscious face. “Hospitals? It’s alright, miss, we’re going to take good care of him, I promise” he assured and you nodded, closing your eyes and swallowing the thick lump in your throat, your hand holding his all the way through the hospital until the operating room, your cheeks stained with tears as you felt yourself begin to panic. The white, sterile halls almost seem to close in on you, the endless sounds of voices, phones, keyboards being typed on, it drove you nuts. You felt dizzy as your breathing began to pick up without you noticing. You nearly fell to the ground if it weren’t for the hands steadying you, leading you to a chair and when you sat down, you looked up, seeing a red haired woman with glasses in a fancy suit, a frown forming on your brows as you kept hyperventilating, even as she gave you a kind smile. “It’s okay, you’re okay. What’s your name?” she asked softly, kneeling in front of you so you could better look at her, a look of confusion on your face but she just smiled at you and nodded softly “it’s okay, do you like the color blue?” she asked and now you were more confused, what the fuck did blue have to do with anything?? You gently shrugged and she nodded, about to say something else when you heard your name being called, looking towards Tara and without saying anything you practically flung yourself at her, heart racing as you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“You’re okay, you’re panicking, it’s okay” Tara soothed, leading you towards the chapel, the most non-hospital looking place in the hospital, sitting you down on a pew as she sat down with you, talking you through your panic attack, the red haired woman watching from the chapel entry, studying how Tara seemed to easily talk you down, your hands covered in blood from holding Chibs’ hands and body but Tara covered them with her own, making sure you couldn’t see them unless you directly looked for it.

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You halted as you heard voices from inside Chibs’ room, a smile forming on your lips. He was awake. Finally, he was awake. You pushed the door open, the paper bag hiding the small bottle of scotch whiskey you had sneaked in for him, knowing that flowers were a bit cliché and he couldn’t drink those, your heart leaping with joy at the sight of his eyes open. Until you saw her, leaning over him, her hand on his. Your smile instantly dropped and although you’ve never seen her before, you knew. Your breath was stuck in your throat as you looked at her. She was beautiful. Of course she was beautiful. You felt your throat close as you looked down, tears in your eyes but you hid them as you awkwardly cleared your throat, walking over to Chibs’ bedside, putting the paper bag on the table and moving away from him as he reached for you, your gaze on the floor. “I uh… thought-... thought flowers were a bit too-... and-...” you cut yourself off and left the room, hand covering your mouth as you pushed past Gemma as she was talking with Tara, tears already streaming down your cheeks as you almost ran out of the hospital, moving as far away from it as possible, pretty much stumbling across the road in the middle of traffic, somehow not getting hit and making it to the other side, your back hitting a nearby fence as you felt your throat close up again, breaths becoming shallow and short as you felt like someone was sitting on your chest, like a damn corset that went tighter and tighter, crushing your lungs, bending your ribs, everything put under pressure. You felt like your head was under water, everything muffled, a ringing in your ears being the only clear sound as you nearly fell to the ground in panic, feeling so dizzy that you had to sit down but you didn’t, instead you moved, and moved, and moved, you weren’t even sure how far you walked when suddenly your lungs couldn’t take it anymore, the lack of a proper breath taking it’s toll on you as you finally collapsed and passed out with exhaustion with no idea of where you were.

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You woke up to quiet music, your body almost completely numb and you opened your eyes, looking around the room, a room you recognised. You frowned and managed to lift your head from the couch, looking around with a confused gaze, unsure of how the hell you ended up in Jax’s house but here you were, the sounds of Abel confirming everything. You forced yourself to sit up, a hand running over your face in frustration, memories slowly returning and you felt panic rise back up into you, tears forming in your eyes as you tried to hold in a sob. “You’re awake” you heard a voice, spinning up in shock and looking at a woman you didn’t recognize. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle ya… you’re (Y/N), right?” the woman asked and you hesitantly nodded, flinching as the woman stepped closer with her hand out and she seemed to get the hint, lowering her hand and nodding. “I’m Neeta, the babysitter” she stated and you calmed down a little, sighing softly and nodding “right, sorry, I just-...” you trailed off, watching the woman nod “it’s alright. You uh… you kinda passed out outside the door, I called Jax, he carried you inside” she admitted and you looked down, sitting back down on the couch with a sigh “shit, I-... I uh-... I-I had a panic attack and-... I’ve always felt at home here so, I must’ve-...” you trailed off again, the woman nodding as she sat down on the couch next to you. “You alright? I ain’t one to pry but-... you don’t seem fine, you know? Like something’s troublin’ ya” she muttered softly and you nodded with tears in your eyes, forcing yourself to try and ignore them as you sighed “is Abel awake?” you asked quietly, Neeta smiling softly at you as she nodded and got up “it’s almost feedin’ time, think you can handle that?” she asked jokingly, a smile forming on your face as you nodded and wiped away your tears “yeah… yeah, I’m good to feed him” you murmured, Neeta nodding.

She returned with the baby boy you loved more than anything, gently taking him as Neeta went to get the milk, your night pretty much salvaged as you held that little tough guy in your arms, taking the milk bottle from Neeta and carefully beginning to feed Abel, his big eyes looking up at you, making your heart clench as you smiled at him, fresh tears in your eyes as you chuckled lightly. “Hey there, you’re a pretty boy just like your daddy, huh?” you asked quietly, grinning as one of his tiny hands wrapped around your finger as he suckled at the bottle, the grin stuck to your lips and when the bottle was empty, you gave it back to Neeta. “I gotta go to help Jax’s mom for the dinner, I’m guessin’ you’re stayin’ to look after that little one?” she asked, seeing you nod softly before standing up with Abel and walking into his room with him, gently rocking him as he fell asleep before you had even sat down on the couch, holding him against your chest and it wasn’t long before you fell asleep yourself, laying down on the couch with the baby boy in your arms, Neeta pulling up a blanket over you and the bottom half of Abel before leaving for Gemma’s house.

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Tara frowned as she watched you pack away groceries. You hadn’t spoken much, you asked if you could crash on the couch for a few days and when her and Jax said yes, you just laid down. You were always up before any of them, cleaning around the house, making coffee and in the evenings, you were still awake after they went to bed and the house was quiet. “Hey, how is she?” Jax asked softly, Tara sighing as she gently shook her head “I don’t think she’s even sleeping… I-I think she’s trying but-... it’s like she’s not even actually sleeping, I mean, I haven’t seen her lay down and relax” Tara admitted, Jax nodding with a sad sigh as he watched you buzz around, trying to keep yourself busy “never seen her like this…” Jax admitted, Tara scoffing lightly “how would you react if my long-time husband appeared out of nowhere when shit was the most vulnerable for you?” Tara asked rhetorically, looking up at Jax who frowned even more, nodding softly to Tara before walking over to you, standing in the kitchen, trying to get your attention but since it didn’t work he just walked up to you, pulling you into a tight hug without needing to say anything. You grew up in Charming until you turned sixteen, your dad sending you abroad to Denmark for school, only for him to die a short time later after hiding cancer from everyone for two years. He had everything planned out, a sizable inheritance waiting for you, a house, the rest of your stay in Denmark paid out in full.

“How about you come by the clubhouse, hm?... Better than sleeping on-”

“No, I uh-... I-I don’t-... want to stay in his-... in the dorm” you muttered, Jax sighing as he let go of you, stepping back to look down at you as you avoided his gaze. “We’ll figure this shit out, okay? Don’t worry” he soothed and you nodded, biting your lips together before clearing your throat and moving out of his grip, forcing a smile at him “then I, uh-... I-I’ll-... see you at the clubhouse, I guess” you murmured, taking your things and leaving before Tara or Jax could say anything. Jax approached Tara, sighing softly as he shook his head “I don’t know what to do… what to say…” Jax admitted, Tara cupping his face in her hands as she sighed “it’s okay, she’s at least not alone at the clubhouse…” Tara murmured before kissing Jax who nodded.

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You were quietly sitting at the bar, your glass still full of your favorite drink, which you still hadn’t taken a single sip of. “Not drinking your favorite? Something must really be wrong” Tig teased lightly, a small scoff leaving you as you ran a hand over your face in frustration, gently shaking your head as you sighed “yeah well, Chibs’ wife is here so, not really in the mood for anything…” you murmured, hearing Tig sigh softly “shit…”

“Exactly… he still loves her, I know it. I’ve never seen her before, until recently, but-... I get why… she’s beautiful-”

“Hey, so are you. I mean you’re drop-dead gorgeous, Fiona got nothing on you, sweetheart” Tig stated softly, a small smile on your lips as you looked up at him, cupping his cheek in your hand “thanks, Tiggy…” you muttered softly before kissing his cheek gently, Tig’s eyes almost closing in bliss but he resisted it, watching you lean away, taking your glass and downing it before walking away, heading for the ladder that lead to the rooftops. You weren’t sure how long you were up there, just staring at nothing in particular but when you saw that van roll up you felt your insides twisting and turning with anxiety, a desperate need to escape, a sense of embarrassment of getting too comfortable with a man who clearly still loved his wife enough to not ask for a divorce, the shame of feeling cheated, like you were tricked by him to believe it was anything but casual, it was just hookups and nicknames, that’s all it was. The thoughts made your head spin, tears forming in your eyes as you looked away from the gathering down in the lot, unaware of the Scotsman’s eyes on you, a look of sadness in his eyes that Gemma easily noticed. “Talk to her… she misses you” she whispered, Chibs swallowing thickly, looking at the others before looking down “after the table, yeah?” he asked softly, Gemma nodding, watching them walk inside before looking up at you, approaching from below. “You okay sweetie?”

“No…”

“Wanna talk?”

“No.”

“I’ll finish up work and come up there” it wasn’t a question, it was a statement, a small sigh leaving you and when you didn’t protest, Gemma nodded to herself, leaving to finish off work. Hours passed and still no Gemma, you were beginning to think she’d forgotten, until you heard the latch open and someone crawling up the ladder, your eyes moving to see who it was and you felt a tinge of disappointment when you saw it was Happy, not Gemma. “Hey, Hap” you stated softly, looking away, lips pressed together briefly in a tight line as he walked over and sat down next to you. Happy was one of those people where you didn’t really know shit about them, but they mattered. They could be the most psychotic, uncaring, cruel person, and you still cared. Except Happy wasn’t cruel or uncaring. Sure, maybe a little bit psychotic, and cheap, cheap as hell, but he was also sweet, loyal, caring and kind even, despite his lack of displaying emotions, he had bursts of emotions that he showed, though most of the time it was like staring at a brick wall and trying to determine it’s emotions based on it’s expressions. “You good?” he suddenly asked, a bitter-sweet chuckle leaving you as you looked down, thinking it over before gently shaking your head “no… no, I’m not… I’m-... I feel stupid… embarrassed… shameful-”

“Why the hell are you feeling shameful?”

“Because I thought-... I got too comfortable with a man who clearly still loves his wife above all else… it makes me feel…”

“Used?” he asked, your eyes finding his as you nodded softly “you ever feel like that?”

“No” his brief and short answer actually made you chuckle, your head low as you pushed his shoulder with your own as you chuckled. “Doesn’t surprise me, the big bad biker” you teased lightly, seeing him smirk briefly as he nodded “but sometimes I do feel sad” he admitted, a frown forming on your brows and you leaned into him “don’t worry, you can be sad up here with me. Maybe we’ll build a small shelter? Camp out up here, watch stars and shit? Hell, maybe I’ll move up here, build my own little house on top of the clubhouse” you joked, turning to look at Happy who nodded “hell yes, I’m getting the blankets and guns, you get snacks” he ordered, a laugh leaving you as he stood up, only to stop and look at you, deadly serious as he gestured to the latch, a grin stretching across your lips as you got up and crawled down first, Happy joining you soon after and you both parted ways to get what you needed, Happy shouting something about alcohol your way.

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When Gemma finally showed up, Happy was long gone, you were left with the open night sky, empty bottles of booze, mostly from Happy, and a hole in your heart. Gemma studied you, walking over and sitting down next to you, following your gaze to the stars. “You know, even as a girl, you loved stars…” Gemma whispered softly, a hand on your back, a small comfort and it made your breath stutter as you breathed out. “Seemed like something unachievable…beautiful and-... unreal…” you muttered, looking down, Gemma pulling you into a side hug, you could practically feel the nervous energy flowing off of her. “Come to my house tonight, alright? I have something I have to tell you…”

“This isn’t some… trick, to lock me and Chibs in a closet to ‘work things out’, is it?” you asked half jokingly, Gemma smiling softly at you “not quite” she murmured, your eyes finding her face at her lack of a humorous response, brows furrowed as you began to grow concerned. Gemma stood up and gently offered her hand to you, which you took, Gemma helping you stand up and walk towards the latch. “Are you okay?” you asked softly, Gemma halting at the latch, cupping your face in one hand. You’d always been the daughter she never had. “No, baby, I’m not” she stated softly before opening the latch, letting you go down first before joining you, the two of you heading for her house.

[sydsaint]

Summary: Bron finds himself out a hotel room after a late-night mix-up with the receptionist. Luckily for him, the reader is an old friend who is also getting into town late.

It's well past midnight when Bron's Uber from the airport finally pulls into the hotel parking lot. "Thanks, man." Bron mumbles a quick thanks to his driver before collecting his bags and heading inside the lobby.

Dragging his bags behind him, Bron heads for the check-in desk where there is a blonde woman watching something on her phone to occupy her time.

"Evening, sir." The woman perks up when Bron approaches the desk. "What can I do for you?" She asks him with a polite smile.

"Yeah, room reserved for Bronson Steiner?" Bron answers the blonde.

The blonde nods and starts typing at the keyboard in front of her. Bron watches her eyebrows furrow in confusion for a brief moment before goes back to her keyboard.

"Is there a problem?" Bron speaks up after a few moment of silence.

"Yes, I'm afraid so." The blonde frowns and mumbles something under her breath. "Mr. Steiner, I'm afraid that there was an issue with our booking system. We gave your room away earlier today." She bites the inside of her cheek, embarrassed by the mix-up.

Bron frowns but tries not to take his frustration out on the poor receptionist in front of him. "Are there any other rooms available? Even just for the night?" He asks her.

"No, I'm sorry." The blonde shakes her head sheepishly. "We're booked up fully for that Wrestling show going on in the arena across the way." She explains.

"Damn." Bron grits his teeth. "Okay, do you know if anyone else around has a room available?" He tries his best to remain calm and civil about the whole situation.

The receptionist clicks her mouse a few times in silence and Bron watches her in silence.

Out in the parking lot, you finally arrive at the hotel after a painstaking flight. You collect your bags from the back of your Uber and thank him before heading inside. When you step into the quiet hotel lobby, you spot Bron talking with the receptionist at the front desk.

"Bron!" You walk over to Breakker with a smile.

The two of you knew each other in NXT and were friends. You got moved up to Smackdown about a year ago and lost touch with Bron due to always being on the road. But recently Bron has joined the Smackdown roster. So the two of you have been catching up.

"I thought I was the only one crazy enough to be getting in this late." You joke with a laugh and walk over to Bron at the front desk.

"YN, hey." Bron turns toward you with a surprised but friendly smile. But you can tell something is bothering him.

You glance at the receptionist who is feverishly clicking away at her computer then turn back to Bron. "What's going on? Sign in not working or something?" You ask Bron.

"They accidently gave my room away earlier today." Bron explains. "And now they're all booked up for the show. So she's trying to find me a new hotel." He gestures to the receptionist.

"Oh, I hate when that happens." You frown. "When the show was in Ontario a few months ago they accidently gave my room away. I ended up having to share a room with Waller since we had that storyline going." You explain. "And my god can that man snore. Ugh, it was hell."

The receptionist continues trying to fix Bron's problem when an idea pops into your head. You turn toward her with a friendly smile. "Miss? Can I get checked in real fast?" You ask her. "It's a room for YN LN?"

The receptionist nods and quickly checks you in with no problems. You take your keycard and turn toward Bron. "You can bunk with me for the night, Bron." You offer. "Then you can see about getting a different room tomorrow when it's not like 2am and more places are open." You suggest.

"Oh, I don't want to intrude, YN." Bron shakes his head.

"You aren't!" You insist. "Come on. I've got a room with a king bed, Plenty of room for you and those broad shoulders for the night." You tease with a small laugh. "Really, it's no trouble."

Bron reluctantly nods and you ask the receptionist for a spare keycard. She hands one over to Bron and the two of you head up to your room.

You reach your floor and head for your room. You unlock the door and head inside. The room is nothing special. Just a standard room with a tv, table, two chairs, and a king bed.

"Alright, well I'm going to grab a shower before I head to sleep." You set your bags down and dig around for your sleep-wear. "Make yourself at home."

Bron nods and watches you disappear into the bathroom. He sits down at the edge of the bed and sets his head in his hands followed by a deep sigh.

"What the hell am I doing?" Bron groans to himself once he hears the shower turn on in the bathroom.

A little over a month ago when Bron joined Smackdown you were the first person to congratulate him on his promotion. It had been almost a year since you and Bron had last seen each other, but you acted like no time had passed. And that exact moment was when Bron realized that he doesn't just want to be your friend anymore. No. The man has a hopeless crush on you. And now he's about to sleep in the same bed as you.

Around half and hour later you emerge from the bathroom dressed in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear while toweling your hair off. Bron chokes on air from his spot on the edge of the bed as you approach him.

"That the side you want, Bron?" You ask absentmindedly and walk around to the other side of the bed.

"Y-yeah." Bron nods, gaze following you all the way around the bed.

You toss your damp towel toward the bathroom door and hop up onto the bed. "Cool with me." You settle into the mattress and reach for your phone to plug it in. "I'll see you in the morning, Bron." You switch your side-table lamp off and snuggle into your pillow.

Bron remains in a sitting position for a while, his nerves paralyzing him. But after a while he finally calms himself enough to strip his shirt off and lay down.

You lay on the other side of the bed fast asleep on your back with your head turned toward Bron. Breakker lays in silence and watches the rise and fall of your chest, silently scoffing at the Tony D'Angelo shirt you're wearing.

Eventually Breakker does manage to fall asleep for a while. He's woken up a couple hours later when he suddenly feels a weight shift in the bed followed by a warm body right up against him. Bron's eyes shoot open and he finds you snuggled up into his side and still sleeping like a baby.

"Shit." Bron mumbles to himself as he stares down at your sleeping form.

Light is starting to stream in through the window, so it's got to be at least six by now. A part of Bron wants to flee back down to the lobby and get his room situation figured out. And he probably would if you weren't using him as a body pillow right now.

Bron's heart thumps in his chest and the noise is enough to make you stir in your sleep. "God you're warm." You sigh half-asleep and adjust your body a bit before snuggling back into Bron. "And cuddly, Bron." You add with a yawn.

Bron lays awake for around another hour before you eventually roll off of him and fully wake up for the morning.

"Morning, Bron." You yawn and sit up in bed.

"Morning." Bron replies and does the same.

You take a moment to stretch your arms over your head before you let yourself fall back down into bed. "Sleep well?" You ask Bron.

"Yeah, fine." Bron nods.

"Liar." You reply with a sly grin. "You slept for like two hours max last night." You laugh. "You were to busy having a crisis over being in the same bed as me, dork." You giggle and poke Bron in the back.

Your claim makes Bron turn around to face you. "How'd you know that?" He asks you.

"I'm a pretty light sleeper." You shrug. "Plus when I rolled over to your side of the bed I could her your heart about to burst out of your chest." You giggle and poke Bron's bare chest. "So. How long were you planning on pining over me like a lost puppy?" You ask him.

"I-I-I was not pining." Bron huffs in embarrassment.

You smirk and rise into a sitting position again. "Sure you weren't." You tease him. "That's why you're blushing right now. Because you aren't dying to see me naked." You wink at Bron.

Bron runs a frustrated hand over his face and you giggle at him. "What's so funny?" Bron asks you, clearly about to die from embarrassment.

"You are." You continue with your fit of giggles and sit back up in bed. "And criminally adorable when you're all flustered and embarrassed." You add. "So. Whadduya say, Bronson? You ready to admit you've got a thing for me? Or do I have to go shower alone?"

You watch Bron's eyes widen in surprise and you can't help but laugh again at his flustered expression. "So adorable." You tease. "Come on, big boy. Don't get all choir-boy-eques on me now." You scoot to the edge of the bed and grab Bron's hand.

"Well I'd be stupid to say no." Bron finally replies after a few seconds of contemplation.

"Atta boy!" You grin and continue on your journey to the bathroom, Bron trailing close behind you.

You are going to eat this poor awkward man alive. And you can't wait to see what he's got in store for you.

[astraydestiny]

HEEEELLLLLLPPPPPPP THE HEADCANNONS ARE TAKING SO LONG. MAN IM FINALLY DOEN WITH LUNYA’S PART (i’m one third the way done) I THINK I HAVE LIKE 1,500 WORDS RN. IDK IT LOOKS LIKE IT… LOOK ITS EASIER TO GET THAT AMT IF UR WRITING A STORY.

I UNDERESTIMATED HOW HARD HEADCANNONS ARE TO WRITE… but at the same time I just feel like I’m yapping a whole lot abt them, bec it is pretty descriptive!

BUT YEAH! Lets see how fast i finish codys!!!

@justyoureverydaytwstsimp HAPPPYPPYPYPYPPY NEEWWWWW YEARRRRRR BTW. OMG HOWS THE NEW YEAR FARING FOR U?????????

Look if ima be honest with u… I HAVEN’T WRITTEN AT ALL LAST MONTH. BUT ITS OKAY, I USUALLY WRITE A WHOLE LOT FOR ONE MONTH, TAKE A BREAK THE NEXT ONE, THEN RESUME THAT SUBSEQUENT ONE.

BUT OMG HAVE U SEEN JACK, JADE, AND MALLEUS’ NEW YEAR OUTFITS??!?!!?!?!?!? THEY ARE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 😍😍

LIKE BRUH

Omg i also got this apple keyboard thing i can connect to mny phone and thats what I’m using to type thing and it’s pretty nice. But the thing is, the keys are really small and not thick at all, so it’s kinda weird. So idk I guess I gotta get used to it???? But i do like it!!! It is making writing easier bec i TOTALLY prefer this over hand typing… like its not even that my fingers r big or anything its just that my hand accidentally clicks random things and its just so weirdddd. BUT YEAH ANYWAY. BRUH. My winter break is over…. And now i HAVE SCHOOL AGAIN. I CAN’T DO THIS. I’m done. NO IM NOT LMAO, NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER GIVE UP!!!! I’m at my final straw with this keyboard… WHEN I WANT CAPS IT DOESN’T CAP. WHEN I DON’T EANT IT TO CAP IT CAPS. RAHHHHHHHH

Also i hope ur doing good!!!! Be careful bc I heard there r a bunch of weirdos on tumblr (there always has but still be careful) and they r sending weird stuff in asks or smth like that, I read it in a blog

OMG I ALSO WATCHED CORY’S NEW UPLOAD ABOUT MOUTHWASHING

Idk if u know Cory Kenshin or mouthwashing, BUT IF U HAVE THE TIME U SHOULD DEFINITELY CHECK HIM OUT!!!! He is SO funny!

Well I’ma get back to the headcannons CYA LATER!!!! BYEYEYEYEYYEYE:)

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Jack of all witches

Jack is on the floor, with half of his torso pressed against a long table. A few feet from his face, the screen of a large laptop glows dully. Pipes, heaters, various pieces of equipment -- all are scattered haphazardly about the carpeted floor, as if knocked to the ground in an explosion. Of the several people in the lab, only Jack's still conscious. The others are all lying on the floor, some unconscious and bleeding, others very, very dead. Jack's eyes are half-open. His expression is agonized, worried. He's staring right at his laptop's screen, but it's clearly not the object of his thoughts. He's talking to himself.

Oh my god. Is this the end? The end of . . . everything? Wait, maybe the other way is closed off. Maybe there's an air pocket. Where was it? Left side . . . yes, yes. Find the edge . . . felt it . . . felt it! And now, to make sure, to double-check, to make sure, to make sure . . .

He's pressing the edge of the laptop against something, rocking it back and forth, making sure he has a good grip on it. His hands are shaking violently.

The laptop screen is filled with a jumble of text, too fast for him to read.

Oh no . . . oh no . . . oh God no . . . wait, no, no . . . it's . . . it's . . . Jack! You've got to, you've got to . . . no, no, that's not it, that's not it . . .

He's tapping his fingers on the keyboard. Typing, slowly, and with trembling hands.

Typewrite noise.

What can he do? What's he supposed to do? Type out the sequence he's read? But where's the sequence? He's read it fifty times, at least. He's just seen it.

He's shaking his head.

He's thinking, with a sense of mounting dread: No. No. This can't be happening. So close. I just need to . . . wait, no, fuck. What . . . this can't be happening . . .

He types, as rapidly as his fingers can go, trying to get something coherent down. At a certain point, he stops. His face is contorted in pain. He's clutching his head with his free hand.

Typewrite noise.

Can he even remember it? It was too fast, the font too small. He's not sure. He's not sure. And anyway, he can't just write out the sequence, no, he's read it so many times it's imprinted on his brain --

Typewrite noise.

Again and again, an endless tapping, like a madman's daily choreographed ritual of desperation, like a prayer to a non-existent god, like the memory of a vast ocean of infinite depth and unimaginable sorrow.

Someone else is on the floor, near Jack's head. With a trembling hand, Jack reaches out and touches a shoulder. Then, slowly, still half-dazed, still not quite believing what he sees:

Tabby. Tabby's here.

As if in a dream, Tabby's eyes, narrowed, squinting, see Jack's.

Without so much as a blink, she's suddenly aware of everything. The bodies. The gashes. The blood.

The laptop's screen is still there.

Tabby summons all of her remaining strength, and sits up.

So, so close, and they're going to die, here, because some scientist decided to play god, because science is more important than people, because some people don't even care when their toys kill, because it's not their problems, because, because, because . . . .

She doesn't even care.

She rises to her feet.

"Tabby?"

She turns. Jack is hunched over, trembling violently, his head in his hands. There's blood on his shirt, but not enough. He's alive. He's here.

"Are you okay, man?"

He shakes his head.

Tabby's poor head can barely follow the chaos of her thoughts, but a few of them seem to be getting through.

Someone else is out there, on the other side of that door, probably, possibly, hopefully. Maybe.

If only they'd sent a signal! If only the other scientists knew. They wouldn't have rushed in, they'd have . . . .

And then, suddenly, Tabby realizes: they're not supposed to know. That's the point. They've got to stay in the dark, a very dark place indeed. All this . . . destruction? It's not a flaw in the device. It's what's supposed to happen.

Tabby sees a door. She runs.

Typewrite noise.

Tabby reaches the door. She's losing her breath. She's in the hallway now. There are red flags on the other side. A glowing red card appears at her feet. She stumbles and falls to her knees.

The screen opens, and a voice speaks: "Hello, Tabby. I am Salim, your guide for this section of the facility."

Impatiently, Tabby tries to type, but nothing happens, and she's frustrated, and her shoulder hurts, but the screen is open now, and she looks at it, and there's someone there, and he's a dark-haired boy, like her age, and there's a knife in his hand, and all her blood is back in her body, and something about him . . .

He's from the edge of the map, and he's on it, and he's so far from home, and he's talking, and he's saying -- Tabby's vision is dissolving, and this is what happens when you close your eyes, and --

[horriblengrossstories]

I don’t know if this is personal since I don’t really do this alot but..

Is Dysgraphia like you make your own written language (based off google) and are you feeling okay? Like your mental health. Sorry if this is personal to you ignore if it makes you uncomfortable

-Lucifer16ducks (soon to change name)

hey <3 not too personal at all, i don’t mind!

for your first question: that’s a really cool way to describe it, honestly. sometimes dysgraphia does feel like my brain wants to write in its own language one only i can read (and even then, not always). it’s not intentional, it’s just how my hands and brain don’t always sync up.

and for the second part thank you for checking in. that means a lot. i’ve been managing, taking things one day at a time. i hope you’re doing okay too. and hey, i like the name lucifer16ducks it’s got a weird little poetry to it OvO

✎ Professor Birdie’s Crash Course on Dysgraphia (aka: Why Writing Is Hard and It’s Not Just in Your Head)

Alright class, sit your butts downtoday we’re talking about dysgraphia. That weird, and very real learning disability that messes with writing in ways most people don’t even notice... until you’re crying over a pencil.

✦ So What Is Dysgraphia?

Dysgraphia is a neurological disorder that affects writing. Sounds vague, right? But here’s what it really means: your brain’s got a lot of ideas, but your hands are like “sorry, we forgot how letters work.” It’s not laziness. It’s not “bad handwriting.” It’s your brain and body trying to do something complicated and not quite syncing up.

And no, there’s no magic cure. But there are ways to manage it, and we’ll get to that.

✦ Symptoms, aka: The Greatest Hits of “Why Writing Sucks”

Handwriting that looks like spaghetti Letters too big, too small, smashed together, or floating in space.

Spelling? Never heard of her. Spelling rules are hard to remember or apply consistently. You might spell the same word five different ways. In one paragraph.

Grammar, punctuation, sentence structure—chaotic vibes only Even if you know the rules in your head, they might fall apart when you’re writing fast.

Writing is SLOW And exhausting. It can take three times longer to write a page, and by the end you’re wiped.

Fine motor messiness Holding a pencil might hurt. Drawing a straight line? LOL.

Spatial weirdness Trouble figuring out where things go on the page. Lines? Margins? They’re just suggestions apparently.

✦ Coping Like a Champ

There’s no fix—but there’s power in knowing. Here’s what helps:

Typing instead of handwriting

Speech-to-text tools (shout out to assistive tech!)

Extra time on writing

Patience. Lots of it...so much of it

Self-advocacy means knowing what you need and asking for it

And above all don’t be ashamed. You’re not broken. You’re built different. That’s all.

my main issue with typing? it’s 100% the spelling and grammar. like, the words are in there i know what i mean but the second my fingers touch a keyboard it’s like the english language just packs its bags and leaves.

that’s why i have spellcheck running on, like, 20 different tabs. google docs, grammarly, autocorrect, vibes-based editing... we’re all working overtime. it’s teamwork. it’s survival.

And yeah, sometimes the red squiggles give up too. They’re like “Birdie I don’t even know what you were going for

Signed, Professor Birdie 🖋️ Still spelling ‘definitely’ wrong since 2006

[ahoodgirl]

you guys, i need help...

I plan on posting a nick torres × original female character fic, that is somewhat based on a dream I had a while back, but I ran into an issue...

I can't figure out what to name it.

I had a dream where I was both an NCIS agent who worked for herself but helped the team when needed, and a college professor who, out of five, got an office big enough for a bed.

I'm gonna post a few snippets below, hoping you guys can help me find/figure out a title.

"since there's only 15 minutes left of class, you're dismissed. but don't forget, projects are due next Friday. Have a good weekend." Everyone grabs their things as they talk about the weekend, making plans with either friends or family. As everyone is leaving, their voices drain the more that they walk out, leaving me in dead silence. After I make sure to clean around my area and grab all my belongings, I lock the door and walk down the halls to my office. I unlock the door and walk in to find two of my students fast asleep, cuddled up. All the higher up professors—like me—get big offices with beds. Which, is only five. Crazy, i know. I turn on the lights and set everything down atop my desk. "alright, you two, get out. now." i say to them as i yank the covers off them. They huff as they take their time getting up, grabbing their stuff before leaving. I guess they must've slipped in here during my class. I close my door behind them and get settled in to my desk, knowing that i have a long night ahead of me, grading papers and projects.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

As I'm heading back, i get a call and see it's from Nick so i answer and put the phone to my ear. "hey, thought you'd be home." I hear him sigh on the other side, "yeah, but we had a case at the last minute." i take a sip of my soda as i walk down the hall, back to my office. "You still at the college?" "yeah. was grading papers, but took a snack break. heading back to my office now." "hey, is it okay if Jess and i come by? we got to update you on the case." "yeah, of course. I'll be here for a while. you know where my office is. see you then. muah!" It doesn't take me long to get back to my office and finish up the grades, and input them all into the online gradebook, keeping the door unlocked.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

The video ends and Jess excuses herself to use the restroom, which gives Nick and i some time to ourselves.  He scoots the rolling chair over to my side, leaning his chin on my shoulder. He kisses my cheek, turning me around to face him.  Using my hand, i rub my thumb over his chin, the feeling of his stubble between my fingers. I use it as a grip to pull him in for a few brief but sweet kisses.   "if i was here on personal time, I'd have you naked underneath me, all wrapped in those sheets, making you scream my name."  I shy out, turning back around to the computers, typing away at my notes. "these walls aren't exactly thick, Nicholas." he moves his head to my neck and whispers is my ear, "that's the point, Celia."  I type away at the keyboard until Jess comes back, making Nick back off.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

I wake to the smell of chilaquiles, corizo, fried eggs and hot sauce... one of the reasons why i stay over at his place most of the time. Looking at the clock on the nightstand, i see that it's a little early, only being 5:50. Knowing that we have to be in by 8, getting up at 5:30 is a good time to eat a small breakfast, shower, change into some presentable clothes and leave in time.

give me some options below of what would be appropriate titles.

if you have any questions about anything, ask me here, and be glad to answer them!

Thank you in advance!

[01zfan]

glasses pt. 2

nerd!eunseok x reader | 6k words

the much requested (and commissioned) continuation of this! hope you guys enjoy this was so fun to write. i might’ve found my new favorite couple RUH ROH!

contains: no warnings hehe

glasses: one | two | three

“Should I leave?” You asked.

Eunseok turned around in his seat so fast it tipped to the side from the momentum. All the shame he felt was replaced with the overwhelming urge to get you to stay. He shook his head blindly, knowing that you could see him better than he could see you. Despite having no vision he wished that his glasses still were sitting pretty on your face, the silver band floating over the bridge of your nose and catching the light each time you turned your head. Instead, his glasses were next to his keyboard, taken off in a haste as his current situation sank in. 

The discord server was still going crazy—Eunseok was sure of it. When he came to the realization that he was still very much in the voice chat and unknowingly gave his friends a show the first thing he did was take off his glasses. He was hoping that somehow, someway, his frames were actually fooling him instead of helping him see clearly. 

After his thick frames were discarded Eunseok rapidly blinked as if that would restore his blurry vision. The words on his screen moved too fast for his still hazy mind to comprehend. Was the text on his computer always this small? The tiny words floated down his screen and he had to lean close to try and understand what was being said. He reread messages over and over again and the pings for his name shook inside of his skull. He leaned even closer to the screen of his computer, inwardly saying a final prayer hoping that it was all fake.

But it was real, very much real, and everyone was already telling dramatic retellings of it. The people in Eunseok’s small circle that were never active spoke, and those who laid witness to Eunseok getting head for the very first time were already sharing their dramatic retellings. Eunseok couldn’t even will his fingers to type, to give some sort of excuse or try to get himself out of the hole he groaned and moaned himself into. His fingers hesitated over the keyboard, unable to come up with anything. 

When tarotime pinged him for the nth time, Eunseok absolutely couldn’t take it anymore. He closed out of the app correctly and shut his computer completely off before turning his monitor off too. He started at himself in the reflection of his screen before bringing his hands to his face in defeat.

He only got the chance to look at his reflection for a second before you came into view.

After you asked you question the first time Eunseok turned in his seat to watch your blurry hand raise to wipe your face. You wiped away the last of him from your lips and chin, the fluid gliding across your hand and showed a sheen anytime it caught the light. When you were done you brought the back of your hand down to your waist, then dropped it completely to mess with the bottom of your shirt. 

“It’s okay if you want me to leave.” You repeated.

Eunseok felt like you loomed over him. Even if he couldn’t see your confidence he could feel it. He could hear it in the way you asked if you should go home. There was no embarrassment in your voice like the humiliating heat Eunseok felt across his body, and there was no malice either. You asked the question casually, so nonchalant it almost made Eunseok’s chest hurt. He didn’t wish to see you clearly, he firmly believed at this point his poor heart just couldn’t take it.

All he could do was just shake his head again, trying to not think about his sweats that were only pulled halfway up his thigh.

You rocked from foot to foot and silence filled the room. Eunseok wasn’t sure what was next, he silently prayed again that you would take the initiative like you have all the other times.

When you sat down on the edge of his bed he visibly perked up. Eunseok watched you hesitate for a moment before leaning forward, eyes flitting between his crotch and his face.

“Wanna keep going?” You asked.

Eunseok nodded his head and made his way towards his bed like a bug to a light. When you took off your shirt and started shimmying out of your pants Eunseok was in a daze, following your lead. He had his clothes off before you, throwing them somewhere around his room as you backed further onto his bed. Your books and papers were pushed aside, some of your things even falling over the edge onto the ground.

By the time you were completely undressed you came to a halt, and Eunseok sat down at the foot of his bed looking at you. He paused before he could come to you completely, realizing that he was thinking about everything except for what to do at this part. He stayed in his place on the mattress, and once again silence filled the air.

He could tell that you knew he was nervous. He hadn’t moved an inch since he got on the bed. His still balled up fists caused tiny craters in the mattress, physical evidence of his hesitancy. He was too scared to look past your mid-thigh, his eyes focused on your bent knees and the area that was so close to your core.

He knew he should’ve made a move. This was the part where he was supposed to crawl further up on the bed and slot himself between your legs before mounting you. He was supposed to be pressing fervent kisses to your face and biting his lip to hold back moans but instead he was just there, fists digging further into the mattress as he tried working to nerve to look at the rest of your body.

Eunseok knew he was still for too long when you propped yourself back up on your elbows. He quickly surpassed the rest of your body to focus on your face. He saw you lean your head to the side as your hand started mindlessly rubbing your leg. 

“Eunseok,” He heard the softness in your voice and for the first time he heard hesitancy in your voice. “Have you ever been with someone before?” You asked.

Technically he has. He lost his virginity with his longtime girlfriend before college. They didn’t do it again outside of that one time though, the two of them came to the silent agreement that once was enough. His other intimate endeavors included kissing a girl at a frat party during an insanely juvenile game of spin the bottle and got an aggressively dry handjob in Sungchan’s room at another party. There was also the time he was making out with a girl who pulled away in the middle of it to say that he was getting spit all over her. 

(Needless to say, Eunseok doesn’t go to parties anymore)

“I have.” He answered back.

So by no means was he a virgin, but he was terribly unexperienced with instances that had him avoiding intimacy at all costs. Eunseok had actually started to think he was cursed when it came to anything beyond holding hands. He would’ve never thought he’d be in a situation where both parties were seemingly craving more.

“Are you nervous?” You asked.

Eunseok heard the softness in your voice as you continued playing with your leg. Your knees had eventually come together, closing off the view of your core that Eunseok took for granted. He needed to see all of you again, or atleast have the opportunity to. He had the urge to put a gentle hand on top of your knee and gently pry your legs apart until he got a full view of you again. He flattened his fists to palms on his bed, imagining the way it’s feel against your knee. 

When he took a moment to answer your question you tilted your head to the side. Eunseok watched you as you sat up on the bed, one of your legs extending past his body while the other stayed close to you. Eunseok watched you reach out your hands towards him, palms facing upwards as a smile stretched across your face. He gave you your hands and moved backwards to sit at the end of his mattress.

Eunseok looked down, trying his best to not linger on the sight of your chest before he looked down at your hands. You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles soothingly, so contradictory from the mission you were clearly on when you came into his apartment earlier. Eunseok told himself countless times that if you were only looking to have sex with the quiet nerd in your class all you had to do was ask him nicely; but here you were showing all signs that this was more than just sex. You even leaned forward to kiss his cheek before leaning back to your original position.

“Don’t be nervous.” You assured.

You pulled Eunseok’s hand slightly towards you and when he gave in completely you wasted no time. You guided both of his hands by the wrists to your chest, leaning into his still palms.

Eunseok’s eyes were wide as saucers, and for the first time the whole night he stared at parts of your body he’s never seen before. He looked at his hands placed over your chest, how he could see patches of your skin peaking through the space between his fingers. He was in awe at how soft you were, how you fit in his palm, and how you arched your back to bring your chest further into him. 

When he was still frozen you giggled lightly. You managed to make something so embarrassing for Eunseok lighthearted, and he felt himself becoming even more flustered. He had watched his fair share of porn and heard more than enough stories from his friends, he knew what he had to do. But he was completely lost on what to do with his hands thats were on your chest that rested so perfectly against his palms.

“You don’t know what to do, right?” You asked, still smiling.

When Eunseok shook his head he felt you hands clasp over his to mimic a grabbing motion.

“Squeeze them.” You said.

Eunseok took a peak upwards at your face and his lips parted at the sight. How you seemed more lost than he felt was beyond him. You had wet your lips at some point, and started chewing on them after you gave him instructions. Eunseok stayed locked in on your face as he splayed his hand over more space on your chest. He dug lightly dug his fingertips into your skin, and you tilted your head back. 

He pressed his palms deep into your chest and he felt the goosebumps raise on his skin as you let out a content sigh.

He continued the ministrations until your legs parted and your feet were planted on both sides of Eunseok’s body. He was getting surrounded by you without even knowing it, he was only focused on feeling more of your chest and drawing out the same sounds you coaxed from him. Your hand went from Eunseok’s wrist to his arms, then to his hands as you guided them to press deeper.

Eunseok made the conscious decision to keep his body out of your reach. He wanted so desperately to control the tempo. He wanted to at the very least try and give you the same pleasure you gave him. 

He focused on your chest, how you let in a sharp exhale when he focused on pinching your hardened nipples. He thought back to the times it was cold in the lecture hall and he had to do everything in his might to not look down and it made his hands falter. He squeezed a little to hard and heard your gasp of pain, but before he could apologize he felt you preen your chest even further to his hands. So he tweaked your nipples again, and you let out that same sound again. 

Your hands had given up trying to touch more of Eunseok, focusing on grabbing at anything now. He watched you alternate between pinching the sheets and rubbing your own body. You eventually leaned back to prop your body up by your hands, letting out shaky breaths as you closed your eyes and let your head lean on one of your shoulders.

He was getting high off the sight of you being in this position and drunk off the fact that it was because of him. He was the one causing you to whine when he pinched your skin particularly hard, it was him causing you to scoot your body closer and closer to his on the mattress. 

Eunseok was sure he could’ve spent the rest of the night feeling you up. Being able to see something so beautiful so clearly was hypnotic. The way your head lulled from side to side, your chest raising and lowering, and occasional hitches in your breathing made Eunseok forget about his hardening dick that twitched and leaked precum on his thigh and lower stomach. Stopping was the furthest thing on his mind, he didn’t think he was capable of stopping. Even when your hands came back to his wrists he still ghosted the motions over your chest.

“Eunseok.” You whined.

He looked at your partially closed eyes and your furrowed eyebrows. You had an expression he didn’t know how to describe, but it reminded him of all the times you sat by him in class and complained about how badly you wanted food. You spoke with a pout, and brought his hands down to rest on your thighs. His hand was resting on the part of your body he was too scared to look past minutes ago. You guided his hand further down and Eunseok could feel the heat radiating off of you.

“Feel how wet I am.” You said.

Eunseok’s eyes widened again at your invitation. The fortitude he built from kneading your chest crumbled in an instant at the undiscovered territory of your inner thighs and what was between it. He palmed and squeezed at the soft skin of your inner thigh the same way he did with your chest, but this time it garnered a reaction of pouty lips and a small shake of your head. 

For a moment Eunseok thought he was doing something wrong, he thought that he was about to add another experience to his list of embarrassments. But instead Eunseok watched you move your body closer to his as your pout and furrowed eyebrows deepened. You parted your wet and bitten lips after swallowing the spit that gathered in your mouth.

“Please.” 

You begged. You didn’t ask him the same way you asked about a question on an assignment or what the prescription was on his thick lenses. You begged him with glassy eyes that looked ready to spill tears at any moment and a pathetic hold on his forearm that desperately wanted to push his hand further down. Eunseok decided in that moment of silence between another one of your whines that he was going to give you everything he had, even if he necessarily didn’t know what that meant yet. So he followed the warmth and the softness all the way to the sensitive bundle of nerves that sat at the top. 

Instantly your grip on his forearm tightened. He watched your chest raise from the abrupt stimulation and your knees try to come together. Eunseok let out a shaky breath of his own before trailing his hand further down. He felt the wet stickiness with his middle finger before the rest of his hand followed. He took a peak down at his hand, trying to make sense of the lewd squelching that filled the air just by him playing with your chest. your other hand dug into the sheets and Eunseok started experimentally spreading your slick around in a circular motion with his middle finger and index finger. He was making a mess, feeling your fluttering hole he was sure was going to swallow his fingers any second. 

He looked back to your face and you silent told him he was doing something right. You eyes were closed tight, nodding slightly each time he rubbed a particular way. He felt a new wave of warmth coat his fingers and you finally parted your lips to let the first moan fall out.

“Feels good.” You said.

Eunseok only hummed in response but he felt himself already getting lost. One part of him couldn’t stop touching you, but another part of him strays even further down the path. He feels your slick between his fingers, wet and sticky and more just keeps coming out for him. Your moans sound so sweet, the way you preen your body towards him makes him hungry. Eunseok needs a taste, he craves it and before he can even comprehend how he feels the urge to stick his face between your legs consumes him whole. 

He looks up from his hands to your hazy eyes. You were looking down too, but in a split second you are holding burning eye contact. Eunseok didn’t know what he was doing when he pulled his hands away from your clit to stick his fingers into his mouth. He basked in the sight of your eyes widened in shock, the way your whole body froze as your foggy mind registered what he was doing. Your reaction made him want to keep going; for a reason he couldn’t quite explain he wanted to shock you more and more until you didn’t know what he was going to do next. So he took his fingers out of his mouth and put a hand to your chest, gently pushing you down while he also got lower.

Your chest raised in anticipation as you made it to your back and Eunseok was on his stomach between your legs. He still looked at you, one hand still on your chest while his other guided your legs to bend them further.

“Can I eat you out?” He asked.

His voice was hoarse, Eunseok realized that his throat was dry from his open mouthed sighs.  He could also see so clearly how you went through the inner struggle of not wanting to push Eunseok further than he could go, but you also wanted relief so bad. Eunseok drove the point home that he wanted your relief arguably more than you did by kissing your inner thigh. 

“Yes.” You breathed.

Eunseok could’ve cut the tension with a knife. For a split second after having your permission Eunseok remembered how inexperienced he was. He had never been in a situation like this, evident in the way he had to repeat the Can I in his initial question. You were intimidating even if Eunseok knew you were one of the nicest people he’s ever met. The atmosphere surrounding you was daunting, somedays so strong that Eunseok had to avoid your eye contact. The worst part was that you seemed to be so unaware of it too, how you were just so pretty it almost hurt him. It made the expectation Eunseok set for himself loom over you both, like a dark shadow behind your back that sat on his bed frame. He was determined to make you feel good, he just had to find out what that looked like.

“You can start out slow.” You say.

He hears your suggestion, far off in his mind he hears the kindness in your voice as you take his lack of experience into consideration. But when he sees the slick that still wets his fingers and the way you clench around nothing, everything else leaves his mind. Eunseok has tunnel vision, he can’t even spare an okay of acknowledgment before he presses a wet kiss to your slit.

“Wow.” Eunseok looks up to to see your wide eyes. He prays he’s doing the right thing when he kisses your cunt again and sticks his tongue as far as it will go into you. He’s rewarded with the visible reaction of your body loosening and a quick hand going to his hair. “Oh wow.” You repeat. 

He hesitates before continuing, but he starts kissing your cunt to try and get another reaction from you. He alternates between your face, darting his eyes away when you periodically open your eyes to look at him.

Eunseok can feel his glasses start to fog again. The way he’s pushed into your heat causes the glasses to come up at an awkward angle, he can feel his large lens pressing into the apple of his cheek. He can’t bring himself to ask you to take off his glasses, or take a break from eating you out to put them on the bed next to him. He doesn’t want to, he doesn’t want to miss the sight of your chest jumping when he hits the right spot or your eyes becoming more and more teary. This is something that Eunseok has to see as clearly as possible, cleaning his glasses after the fact is the least of his worries. 

“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” You ask out of breath.

The strain of his dick started turning to an aching pain as he listened to your indirect compliment. Eunseok can tell you’re trying so hard to maintain your composure, but it’s lost when your thighs close around his head. He can feel his confidence increase by tenfold when your hand leaves his hair and grabs his. You hold it desperately over your stomach and slightly grind your hips into his mouth.

Even with everything muffled he could still hear your breathy moans clearly, bouncing around the walls of his room and his skull. Your hand tightened around his, and Eunseok used his hand that was underneath your thigh to push you upwards further into his mouth. Your stomach tensed underneath your joined hands and Eunseok could feel your legs twitch around his head. Without even realizing he started pressing his dick further to the mattress, looking for some relief in the form of friction. He moaned into your cunt from the feeling, earning another taste of slick coming from your clenching hole.

“You taste so good.” Eunseok answers.

He can’t even bring himself to pull away completely. He murmurs the words into your cunt, causing a wave of vibration that has you pressing your back further into the mattress. 

“So pretty.” He continued.

Everything about you was so pretty it was unfair. You were the embodiment of the word, from your personality to your body that Eunseok couldn’t stop touching. You had the prettiest sounds slipping from your pretty lips, that only got louder and louder the messier Eunseok’s kisses got.

“Eunseok,” You pulled at his hand and he looked up to see your entire body reacting. “I’m close.” You moaned. 

Nothing could stop Eunseok after he heard that. You were pretty even when you were on the verge of losing your mind, talking so sweet and quick to try and get the words out as fast as possible. Eunseok took the chance to let go of your thigh and wrap it around your leg. He found the sensitive bundle of nerves that made you jump the first time he touched you and pressed down on it. You both jumped at the same time, Eunseok felt your nails dig deep into the back of his hand. He kept going, alternating between pressing hard on the nub and rubbing it. When his touches became gently matching his kisses he saw you quickly nod your head.

“Just like that.” You whimpered.

So that’s what Eunseok did. He continued doing it just like that until your thighs closed even harder around his head and your breathy high-pitched moans turned to a prolonged one. He continued doing it just like that while your entire body seized up and he tasted another you on his tongue. He even continued to do it just like that while your legs twitched around his head and he heard unintelligible words fill the air. 

He didn’t stop until your legs pulled away from the sides of his head and you started pulling his arm upwards. Eunseok reluctantly took his hands and mouth away from you and let you pull him up. He wasn’t even against your body completely before you lifted yours to kiss him.

He could still taste you on his tongue, then he felt you indulge in the taste as your tongue pushed past his lips. The kiss was messy, strings of your spit and slick kept your mouths together. Your hand went back to his hair and another went to his face to guide him the way you wanted to be kissed. 

Eunseok tried to focus on the way your lips moved against his, but when he felt his already aching dick press against your thigh he had to pull away. Your lips detached with a wet sound, and Eunseok watched you try and figure out what was wrong. The problem was right underneath him, with a hand on his face and soft against the rest of his body. You were nothing like the mattress he was pressed against moments before, you were warm and gave Eunseok so much stimulation he was convinced he was going to explode then and there.

“Are you okay?” You asked.

Eunseok nodded even though it couldn’t have been further from the truth. His dick was aching and he needed to please you so bad he was convinced he was going to die from it. When you shifted underneath him he groaned and a hand went to your waist. He gripped you so hard it caused you to tense up. When Eunseok opened his eyes getting ready to apologize he saw that same smile across your face before you got on your knees for him.

“You’re so hard.” You said, still smiling.

Eunseok nodded again, this time letting his head hang pathetically low. He felt your leg grind against his dick and he ducked into the crook of your neck to moan. You continued rubbing your leg against his dick, and Eunseok started letting desperate whines and strains of moans into your skin. He could barely see, driven by your inhales and the churning feeling he got in his stomach. When you stopped moving your leg Eunseok’s urge to chase that feeling took control. He started grinding his dick against your leg, finding a slow drag that let him feel the most of your soft skin as possible. 

He started huffing into the skin of your shoulder, filling the same space with hot air as he screwed his eyes shut. Eunseok knew he was close to losing it then and there until you pulled his head from the crook of your shoulder to look you in the eyes. Eunseok’s fogging glasses got in the way, but the obstruction was clear when your hand took them off. Eunseok blinked from the change in vision, but he focused on your lips to see the words fall from your lips.

“Do you want to have sex?” You asked.

“Yes.” Eunseok felt his dick twitch against your thigh. “I want to make you feel good.” He added quickly.

Eunseok saw you try and reach out from under him towards the other side of the bed. Eunseok followed your hand and saw your school supplies that were at some point pushed to the side you two didn’t occupy. He watched your hand try to grab your open backpack that was just out of reach. He brought it to you the rest of the way and saw your hand disappear into the bag. You felt around for a moment before presenting the blue foil packet of a condom.

“I wanna make you feel good too.” You said.

Eunseok went back on his haunches after grabbing the packet from your hands. He watched your eyes shamelessly stare at his hard dick, how it bobbed and twitched and almost looked angry. He opened the packet slowly, crumbling the foil in his hand without knowing where to put it. When you saw him look from side to side you held your hand in front of him. Eunseok gave you the trash. 

He waited to put the condom on, wanting all your attention after you put the trash on his bedside table. He felt cocky having your attention, seeing the outline of your head focused on his hand and his dick. Without knowing if he was doing it right he slid the condom on slowly, and even went as far as pumping his length a few times. Eunseok believed he was hiding his inexperience well, or at the very least you were so excited that it didn’t matter anyway. All he knew was that he never got the chance to ask if it was on properly before you were pulling on him again so he could mount you.

When Eunseok was on top of you, you didn’t hesitate to grab his dick. A small part of him wanted to retreat back to the crook of your neck, but he wanted to look at you more than anything. So he fought through the instinct to close his eyes in bliss to stare look at you directly. 

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?” You asked.

Eunseok shook his head, confused on how you expected him to form a coherent thought much less a response with the grip you had on his dick. He forgot about the rubber separating his bare skin from yours as you continued pumping him, cooing each time he groaned desperately. 

“So nice to me even when I purposely annoy you.” Eunseok felt you tap the head of his dick against your cunt. Both of your bodies reacted the same way, hitched breaths and chests inching even closer together. “Always letting me copy off your work, too.” You add.

Eunseok felt you guide his dick to your entrance. He could already feel your hole clenching around nothing as he prodded it with his tip.

“So pretty.” Eunseok said.

He wished he could say more than the two words that he had to strangle out of his throat. He’d just have to save everything else he wanted to say for the future if he was lucky enough. You seemed to still understand the sentiment though, because the teasing smile you had turned into a sincere one before you kissed his forehead.

“Thank you, baby.” You said.

He felt you shimmy your body further down so his tip pressed past your slit. Even from the shallow penetration Eunseok already felt himself getting dangerously close to the edge.

But you were unfazed. You seemed to enjoy Eunseok already being so high-strung so quickly. He felt your hand on his shoulder blade, pressing gently to bring his body closer to yours. He felt your hole clench around him again, he was one push away from feeling you completely wrapped around him.

“Make me feel good.”

Eunseok pushed forward, feeling your tight walls contract around his dick before loosening completely. He slid in, all the way until his hips kissed yours. He fit perfect inside you, like two puzzle pieces coming together. You let out a weak moan, and Eunseok felt you pulse around him as you dug your nails into his shoulder blades.

“So big.” You said. 

Eunseok was going to have an uncontrollable ego if you kept this up. He was also going to finish embarrassingly quick if you kept whimpering each time you tried moving your hips to get another shallow thrust. He had to tighten his grip on your waist to hold you in place, but even that didn’t stop you. Between your sounds, the squeezing, and your desperate need for more of him he didn’t stand a chance. He let his head hang low and his grip became bruising on your body.

“Please stop moving.” He moaned pitifully.

Instantly you stopped. You still whimpered the same, and your walls fluttered around his dick but he didn’t have to worry about you grinding your hips against his. He had no idea you were such a good listener.

“I need more.” You still did not move your hips. “Please give me more.” You whined.

Eunseok felt another wave of control over him at your plea. He drew his hips back, despite your body’s attempt to keep him inside. You sucked him back in with ease, and when you whined again Eunseok drove his hips forward a little faster.

“Give me more.” You repeated.

Eunseok held his breath and picked up the pace. He felt your legs rub against his body and before he knew it he had one over his arm. The new angle had you arching your back, and Eunseok felt the sweat return across his body. He started falling into a pace he wasn’t sure he himself could keep up with, but he became fixated on the pleasure he was in pursuit of. He looked you in your eyes, glassy and wet all because of him. He knew he was going to become a problem, fully enabled and fed by your reactions to him. 

“You’re so hot and you don’t even know it.” You moaned.

Eunseok seemingly didn’t know anything. If he could give up everything else to know your ins-and-outs he would. He hoped he was on the right path with you now, that you liked the pace he set that caused your hips to smack against his.

“Can I kiss you?” Eunseok asked between thrusts.

You nodded your head before lifting it to his. Your lips collided hastily, abandoning technique in favor of messy contact. You tongues clashed and almost made Eunseok’s pace crumble. He was trying to do it all for you, to bring you the most pleasure he possibly could. He was getting dangerously close to his peak, terrified that you weren’t right there with him.

“I’m close.” He warned.

Eunseok felt your leg that he wasn’t holding wrap around his waist to keep him in place. You started lifting your hips to meet his thrusts, moaning at the feeling of Eunseok hitting deep inside of you. 

“Cum for me, Eunseok.” You whimpered.

Eunseok’s hips faltered inside of you and he let out a final suppressed moan as he emptied into his condom. He felt his balls tighten and his dick twitch inside of you as your walls continued to squeeze him. It felt like you were taking everything he had in him, Eunseok lost his energy so fast his body he kept hovered over you pressed into yours. He laid his sweat head of your chest, breathing rapidly as he gave you the final spurts of his cum.

For awhile he had no thoughts in his head. He didn’t know anything, he wasn’t even sure if he was still in his room. But he was reminded of the sounds you made when he was between your legs and how you didn’t make those sounds yet. Almost instantly Eunseok lifted his body yours, looking down at you in horror. You had a smile on your face, like you already knew what he was going to say.

“Oh my God.” Eunseok’s voice was still weak as he looked down at you. “I’m so sorry.” He said.

You shook your head and pushed hair away from his face before kissing the bare skin of his forehead.

“Don’t worry about it.” You assured. Eunseok felt a full shiver go through his body as his dick slid out of you. The slimy latex of the condom still clung to his dick and the thought of taking it off almost made him shiver again. “I’m sure you’ll be able to make it up to me later, right?” You asked, reaching towards his condom.

Eunseok nodded, feeling that same heat span across his body again.

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work stuff? mostly just complaining but if anyone has advice then please help because i'm fucking frustrated.

recently started a remote job. iirc, i was asked about my setup during the interview. i let them know i have a desktop and a laptop and i'm pretty sure i told them i should be able to setup two monitors.

my supervisor has requested that i have a setup with 2 screens. recommends to use larger screens if possible. okay cool whatever, my pc has a good sized monitor. i'll try to connect my pc with my laptop first. i can project wirelessly sometimes but not consistently and it's stupid slow bc my pc is kinda old. okay fine, i'll get a monitor. i buy one, like $20. if this works i will looking into getting compensated, but nbd if not.

well fuck me, i can't get it to work with my pc. it works with my laptop though i'd need to set up the account all over again (annoying - plus it's not a large screen anyways). let me try some other cables. i go and buy two, try them, they don't work. i go back and return them, buy two others and try them. they also don't work, i return them. my guess is that my pc's hdmi port doesn't work properly, and there's no usb-c/thunderbolt port either.

ugh fine. guess i'll just continue doing the wireless connection. problem is that sometimes my laptop just doesn't fucking show up as a wireless device i can project to. why. hate it here.

my supervisor has also told me that my computer is too slow, and i should consider """investing""" in a better one for work. i told her very specifically today that if she expects me to buy a brand new computer just so i can set up two monitors, then she will have to wait for me to save up and do so. (i do not want to do this without some type of reimbursement. it would take several months at minimum, and moreover i think this is an unreasonable request. you have no right to tell me how to spend my paycheque. surely you have no right to make me spend my money on work-specific equipment.) i want to scream right now.

writing this out, lots of red flags with this job (including other things i have excluded because this is the main thing i'm annoyed about) but i'm gonna have to tough it out for a bit.

questions/frustrations:

is it even okay to complain about the speed of my computer? i do think that part of committing to a remote job means being willing to have equipment to do it *most efficiently*, but i honestly don't see an extra couple seconds of load time + keyboard input delay as that big of an issue.

if you feel that my computer is too slow/old to handle the remote work and you think i need to upgrade in order to do this job more efficiently (obv i'm biased and defensive, but i think i'm decently efficient anyways), then shouldn't you be providing that equipment? if you're requesting a specific setup (fast computer, second monitor) shouldn't that be provided or at least partially reimbursed?

should i just set up on my laptop to shut her up? i feel like she wouldn't like that either because it's a small screen, though i would be able to project to the second monitor. should i get her expectations for equipment in written format and ask the boss about it??

[guzsdaily]

Another "return", another "change"

Day 49 - Dec 24th, 12.023

Today I, procrastinated, but also organized the tasks for this week. It's again the end of the year, and after December 31st, it will be another "return to productivity" for be, seeing how I didn't work so much on my projects these pasts 2 to 3 weeks. I don't plan to make a lot of changes for my organization workflow that much, even more on Obsidian, the main blocks are already done, so there are just some small system to do, but said systems are more about the collecting information, note-taking, etc. part of things. Now, something I want to work on more is my Operating System.

My current OS

Using Arch, btw

"I use Arch, btw" for around a year now, and being honest, it's great! I made my switch to Linux not a lot more than a year ago also, but in the first months I tried using Zorin OS, but switched to Arch Linux not long after, because of Davinci Resolve being easier to install on it [and] because of the Arch User Repository (AUR) [itself] and the Arch Wiki, both which really helped me a lot during this first year of going full-time Linux.

For most of the year, the experience was great and there weren't a lot of problems, I used the Archcraft distribution, so didn't to bang my head installing the OS, the desktop environment (DE) was really customizable, and was a normal experience for someone who was using Windows (so floating windows, mouse-centric, etc.). Developing on Linux was, and is, something so fucking good also, and I don't see myself going back to Windows any time, if any time soon.

Even using my drawing tablet, the HS610, didn't have a lot of problems even when it's not that well-supported, and being honest, I think that using Linux and most importantly Krita for drawing, made me draw a lot better also.

Customizing

After using Linux for half a year, I wanted to customize it more. Without counting, changing things like colors and themes in my DE, I didn't make that much to make my operating system my own. So after switching to NeoVim and learning about how much customizing your environment specifically for you can help your productivity, I wanted to make it to the OS level.

Without going into many details, I switched from XFCE (X11) to Hyprland (Wayland), so I could migrate to the new paradigm that Linux is going nowadays, have a more performant and responsive desktop and also a tiling window manager, so I could make my OS more keyboard-driven. Also, switching to a different, not configured, desktop environment, opened the opportunity for me to customized and understand it more deeply. With that all, I created a system for switching between different types of work environment, something which I gave a small glance in Day 25: "[A little taste of] The joy of Linux", and a lot of keystrokes and things like that to move on my computer without the mouse.

The problem: Stability

For most of the time, and to this day, most of the experience was okay and really improved my workflow and how and how fast I use, navigate, and interact with my computer. However, switching from X11 to Wayland didn't help a lot in the terms of compatibility with some applications like Discord and my drawing tablet. I was able to fix the problems most of the time, and my main work, programming, wasn't affected at all. But, if you don't know, Arch Linux is a rolling releases distribution, and somehow for some reason, and/or because most of the fixes that I made were glue together in some way or another, they stopped working, primarily Discord not being able to screen share, but also some visual glitches that happen from time to time.

And being honest, most of the problems are fixable easily, and I choose this path going to Arch Linux, because when I fix something in my computer, I also end up learning something about it and my OS. However, I'm trying to find a job now, I'm trying to work day-to-day now, and needing to fix something that broke because of an update, without being able to just roll back and work on it later, will not help at all. Not only that, but I want to customize even more my computer, so if I could make said customizations reproducible in other machines and/or when I need to reinstall my OS time to time, I could save a lot of time.

So if you are someone in the Linux community, you already know where I'm going with this.

Going to NixOS

I have been hearing and orbiting the topic of NixOS for a time now. If you don't know about NixOS, I'm going to be honest, I'm not able to explain everything to you here, and if you know little to none about Linux also... what the fuck are you doing here? Nonetheless, it has what I need nowadays: it is more stable, and can roll-up the entire system pretty much to a previous version if anything breaks; it isn't a rolling release distro; and it has something which I didn't see in any other OS, which is the ability to configure everything about your computer in one (or multiple) main configuration file. Not only that, but also copy that file(s) to another computer with NixOS, and reproduce everything about your setup easily without moving dot files around.

So of course it is a no-brainer for me.

And yes, I know that NixOS is not the best for beginners like me, but thankfully I think I found some videos and tutorials to help me start and have a working system like I want in some week(s). I can always work and customize more as time goes. The only things which I already know are going to be a challenge is its wiki not having the best documentation, even worse for beginners, so I will probably use a lot of Reddit, Discord, and even the Arch Wiki a lot in some problems that I encounter. I hope that with the new paradigm that I want to work on mitigates a lot of problems that I encounter, because I plan to use a lot more Flatpak to install day-to-day applications and use containers on coding projects, I want to try to isolate more the things on my computer, so they don't end up affecting each other that much, but that's a talk for another day.

I will keep posting about this transition in the coming days, probably, so prepare for some Linux-related entries.

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Today's artists & creative things

Song: Moonlight Sonata (3rd Movement) - by Beethoven, remix by Meganeko This song doesn't stop playing in my head nowadays.

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[mononoke--hime]

100-110 please and thank you

You're welcome

100. How are you feeling?

Okay but I just ate a lot of crisps so my stomach is feeling a bit weird

101. Do you type fast?

I think so. On my phone i usually swipe on the keyboard but i went to typing school when I was a kid

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

Oh man, so many things probably, but you learn from your past mistakes or whatever idk

103. Can you spell well?

W-e-l-l, but actually I think so, especially in Dutch. I used to write for a newspaper and so I needed to know all the intricate spelling and grammar rules and literally yesterday I had to tell my coworkers at my IT job that they made a spelling mistake in production (bc it was a drieledige samenstelling met Engelse woordgroep and they wrote all the words separately, which isn't how it's supposed to be)

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

Maybe some of my old friends who I'm no longer in touch with and also maybe my grandparents bc they never met my gf or my cat

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

I think so?? Long ago

106. Ever broken someone's heart?

I hope not. Not intentionally at least

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

I'm doing a big think but I don't think so. I've been on a camel a very long time ago.

108. What should you be doing?

Nothing at the moment. Gonna go shower and then go to bed in a bit.

109. Is something irritating you right now?

Yeah the couch we have is very small and unstable so I can't get comfy

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

Most likely. I've been a single teenager. And also a single person in my twenties.

Thank you for asking my little friend

[rednexxwritesthing]

I've GOT YOU!!

TWs: Vomit, ED kinda (?)

Running On Empty

Sonic sits on the table in Tails' lab kicking his feet. Tails always made him have a routine checkup at least once a month, and today had, unfortunately, been one of those fateful days.

As Tails typed away on his keyboard Sonic yawned and checked his bare wrist as if he had a watch on.

"Yo, Tails, how long is this gonna take? It's been forever!" He whines, lying back on the wood table, his ribcage showing slightly through his skin. Tails frowned before sighing and going back to typing.

"Sorry, Sonic, I'm doing my best. I think something's wrong with my math, your weight goes down significantly whenever we do these check ups and I can't see why. I mean, you eat enough for a Mobian your size, and you run a lot, but not enough to burn off all of the calories." He explains with a twinge of exasperation, one hand clutching the fur on his head in stress.

Sonic just bit his lip in thought, rubbing his cheek thoughtfully as he sat back up.

"Maybe it's because whenever I run I throw up?" He suggests calmly. Tails turns to him slowly, eye twitching.

"I- excuse me?"

"Yeah! Like, if I run within 30 minutes of eating I just puke it all up. Disgusting, right?" Sonic snorts, deflecting the nervousness that was continuously creeping up his spine. "B-But that's fine. R.. Right?"

Tails just stared at him before rubbing his temples.

"Sonic-- that is extremely unhealthy! Why did you never say anything!"

"Because it's gross and uncomfortable! And it makes me look all small and weak and I hate it. My throat is always sore and I can't even enjoy food anymore. Whenever I eat a chili dog I can't help but think "how long until I just vomit all of this everywhere?" and it sucks!" His eyes glisten slightly, and he rubs his arms anxiously. Tails takes a deep breath and stands up, walking towards him.

"Sonic, you're not weak." He grabs a pad of paper and pencil, scribbling down some notes. "I'm shocked I didn't realize this sooner, it should've been obvious." Sonic watches the way the fox's hands move quickly across the sheet of paper, writing like his life depends in it.

"Careful T, you might get carpel tunnel if you keep writing that fast" Sonic laughs, Tails does not.

"Sonic, this is serious. You could starve to death if this keeps happening." He sighs "You said it only happens within 30 minutes of consuming food, correct? Then we'll create a comprehensive schedule for meals so that way when we schedule things to do, we don't have to worry about you throwing up." Tails explains looking up at Sonic with eyes of concern and a little pity.

Sonic looks down at the small fox who had saved him in ways he couldn't even begin to describe. He smiles softly and sighs in relief.

"Thanks man, you're a life saver y'know that?" He ruffles the top of his head with a fond expression.

"Aww… Sonic! I do my best" Tails grins, eyes lighting up at the praise. "Let's go get some food and NOT run afterwards." He smirks. Sonic chuckles and winks at him, flashing a thumbs up.

"You got it, but I'm still running there!" He says, racing off.

Later, after Sonic and Tails had grabbed some chilidogs, obviously, when they got an alert from Amy through comms.

Amy: CODE EGG--Just a bunch of badniks this time. See you guys soon!

Without thinking Sonic grinned at Tails and sped off, not hearing Tails' warning to take it easy.

And then the familiar nausea and unease filled his senses within seconds.

His stomach churned.

His mouth watered.

And then before he knew it- it all came up.

His throat burned, he could taste the bile on his tongue, and tears burned at the backs of his eyes. Amy finished off a badnik, before turning and seeing the poor hedgehog bent over, on the verge of tears, a pile of his own sick in front of him.

"Sonic!!! Are you okay?? What happened?!" She questions, concern lacing her tone of voice as she frantically help Sonic sit and lean against a tree.

"Nah- I'm fine Ames. It's the fourth time today."

"THE FOURTH!?" Amy squeaks, and Sonic shuts up immediately. Smiling nervously and shrugging.

"I- you stay here! Tails, help him out while Knux and I finish off the badniks."

"On it!" Tails shouts, landing beside sonic with napkins and a water bottle, cleaning him up as Sonic sips the water, face flushed in embarrassment and shame.

As the battle comes to a close Amy and Knuckles join Tails at Sonic's side.

"Jeez-! Sonic when did you get so thin?? Are you sick?" She frowns, her face etched with nervousness and anxiety over her friend's health.

"I'm fine-"

"-He's not. His body can't keep food down before it fully digests when he's running. He's not keeping down the food so he keeps losing weight." Tails glares at Sonic, who sighs in defeat.

"Sonic! You should've told us! We would've adapted!" Amy pouts, and Knuckles nods.

"Yeah, dude. We could've handled this alone while your body did it's thing." Sonic stared at his friends, eyes watering.

"You… Don't think I'm weak? Or gross?" He whispers, and the three of them wrap him in a tight hug.

"Never! Just… Try not to puke on my shoes." Amy giggles.

"Nah, honestly? I probably respect you more. I mean, you came over here knowing you'd probably throw up. That takes guts." Knuckles gives him a noogie.

"And you're my brother no matter how gross your body is!" Tails smiles.

"I love you guys" Sonic sniffles

"Yeah yeah, we love you too" Amy sighs contentedly.

you angst sth writers need to pay attention to some details my bros

cuz like i havent found a single person who takes advantage of the fact that maybe perhaps sonic has trouble keeping food down when he runs, tails in Sonic Boom asks about it & i lowk forgot sonics response BUT STILL

imagine the angst bro💔 imagine sonic becoming malnourished and everyone us like "sonic are you okay??" and hes like "yup!!!" after he jist threw up for the 5th time and its only 4pm (he wakes up at like 2pm)