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[fluffylino]

Slow Down Bugboy

you're watching the news when you hear someone outside your window. is it a burgler? is it a ghost? oh wait, its spiderman?!

-contains soft themes (some injuries)

heavily inspired by that one scene from the amazing spiderman.

jisung is so spider coded🕸❤️‍🩹

enjoy~

keyboard clacking while you glued your eyes to the laptop screen. trying to make sense of the words and phrases you needed to write for an english assignment.

for some reason, you just couldn't focus.

maybe it was because jisung hadn't texted you since afternoon. glancing up at the clock to see it was an hour past 10pm.

your eyes now plastered onto the tv screen. the news flashing vividly. headlines popping up one after the other.

<Spider Man was seen fighting the giant reptilian>

<Who is this SpiderMan?>

the news anchor only raised more questions. dwelling into the details of this commotion.

you had mixed opinions on this so called 'man', who shoots webs out of his wrists. you'd rather call him

'weird insect man who crawls up buildings'.

was he a hero? i mean, he seemed like one. do you think you'd ever want to come face to face with him?

maybe? spiderman seemed chill.

anyways jisung!

right. where the hell was he?!

<ji, are you alive?>

.

<message me rn>

.

<are you okay? just mssg me if you're okay>

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<JISUNG. HAN JISUNG>

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looking away from your phone. you gulped down the lump in your throat.

was he accidently caught in the whole 'lizard incident' at the school...?

you didn't want to lose your friend. your bestfriend.

<i love you man, please tell me you're fine...>

"spiderman please...im really begging you to protect him if he's hurt" praying under your breath. heart pumping slower than usual while you took deep breaths.

the smell of your mom cooking a late night snack downstairs travelled up to your room. on any other occasion you wouldve eaten like a hog. but right now, you couldn't.

knock knock

soft thud

body taking a screenshot in fright. someone's outside your window. with how dark it is at this time of the night and only the moonlight, you think its a burgler.

That is until you see the silhoette of a masked man. the suit he wears is webbed, with colours of dark blue and red.

knock.

this time he presses his palm flat onto the glass, body slumping.

you throw your laptop on the bed, running to slam your door shut before making your way to the window.

"s-spiderman?" you mumble under your breath.

gasping as the man falls right into your arms. legs still dangling out. a catch a whiff of perfume that instantly makes your brain shortcircuit.

raising an arm to help him get the mask off. the mop of hair gives away his identity.

"sung..."

"han jisung! what the fuck happened to you?!" you exclaim, heart dropping when he rests his head on your shoulder. limply trying to hold onto you.

"i'm...uh s-shit" he mutters, grunting as you hold him up.

he plops onto the couch with a pained groan. you stand there dumbly. too much was happening. 

A heavy scent of blood filling the air. quickly shutting the window before kneeling down by his side.

"are you okay? what happened ji...please tell me"

cupping his face. his eyes widening briefly. shakily bringing his hand up to hold your wrist.

"lizard man VS bugboy...i hurt him more than he h-hurt me..."

even in this state, he finds the time to joke. laughing weakly until he notices the pain in your eyes. not just from seeing him bleed but also from the fact that you weren't aware that he was THE spiderman.

"i'm sorry for coming uninvited...t-there was no where else i'd feel safe"

jisung whispers, nuzzling his cheek apologetically into the warmth of your palm. you can't control your body or your thoughts.

carefully pushing his damp hair away from his eyes. theres a small cut over the bridge of his nose. his bottom lip is busted harshly. he's sweating as you caress him.

clean up his wounds. yes.

right now, what mattered most was stopping the bleeding.

"where are you going..." his voice trails off. puppy like eyes locked onto every little movement.

"sit up....as much as you can"

a soaked towel and disinfectant in your hands. jisung does sit up quietly. its surprising.

"baby it r-really hurts...mh" the boy whispers, staring at you with slight fear.

'baby' was a nickname he often used. but right now, it made your heart do a summersalt. without asking, he begins to take the suit off.

revealing his battered torso. bruises and cuts from the 'battle' he was in.

silence fills the room, apart from the soft hisses leaving his mouth.

hands weakly grabbing at your wrists to pry your hands away from the slash across his abdomen.  stomach muscles rhythmically tightening in discomfort everytime you applied a layer of medicine.

without much thought, you inch closer. feeling his heavy breath right next to your ear. along with a choked out grunt.

lifting your head up slowly, only to meet his gaze.

"i'm sorry for s-showing up like...this"

jisung whispers, scooching closer. your noses nearly touching. lips grazing against eachothers. you hum. far too out of it, to even get mad at him.

knowing he was spiderman put you at peace. knowing that he was safe was all that mattered.

injuries or not, you would take care of him regardless.

"say its okay" he whines softly, pressing his lips innocently onto yours. its too gentle to even be considered a kiss. you can't stop the grin that grows on your face.

realising how much your acceptance of him, mattered to him. sucking in a sharp breath when you peck him with more feeling. the subtle tangy taste of blood flooding your senses. his lip was still sensitive.

butterflies erupting in your stomach when he gently cradles the base of your neck. pulling you in for a deeper kiss.

"easy there bugboy..."

you tease, not letting him have his way. revelling in the toothy grin he lets out. laughing against you.

"i'm not going anywhere"

you reassure, threading your fingers through his hair. moving into his embrace.

"i want chocolate." he blurts out in a hushed tone.

"what-"

pecking you once more. and another time until he doesn't pull away. kissing you slow and passionately. pouring all his emotions out.

maybe spiderman wasn't so bad afterall...

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teehee

[oatmealthighs]

𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐡 | 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

A simple proposal to play Smash turns into something more devious.

contents: nsfw. 18+, minors DNI. afab!reader, gojo lowkey (highkey) got a god complex, oral (fem & male receiving), penetration. illustration belongs to @momoya348 on twt!

“Wanna play smash?”

“Sure, after I finish this.” Gojo motioned his head towards his laptop, which wobbled unsteadily in its place atop your ass. The two of you were in a peculiar position: you were both on his bed, his upper back against the pillows he had fluffed nicely against his headboard. You were laying on top of him, your upper body resting in between his long, spread legs and your pelvis resting against his stomach.

A clean 69, if you will.

“Alriiight,” you sighed heavily, thumbs jerking the control sticks to your Nintendo switch controller tiredly. you looked at the tv with a bored look, not even phased by the flashing lights and eye-strains that the bright screen gave off.

Although Gojo was busying himself with a last-minute essay for his composition theory class, he always took breaks in between each sentence to grip the backs of your thighs, the pads of his soft fingers massaging the tender skin of the insides of your legs. It seemed as if he would get closer to the middle of your legs with each stroke, a thumb brushing dangerously at your groin before quickly pulling away and setting his hands back on his keyboard.

Unbeknownst to you, he was barely getting anything done, his crystal eyes unable to look anywhere but at your clothed pussy for the past fifteen minutes. You only being clad in one of his stretched T-shirts and your favorite-colored panties when you crawled into his lap was worse than salacious, and he was sure you were doing this on purpose. He noticed the way you’d roll your hips whenever you’d win a round, or how the goosebumps against your skin would protrude every time he’d lay a finger on you.

“Are you winning, sweetheart?” Gojo asked curiously, moving his laptop from on top of you to his crowded nightstand, pushing some things toward (and over) the ledge in the process.

You hummed a yes in response, eyes trained on your character’s movements as your brows were furrowed in concentration. The white-haired man let out a breathy chuckle, large hands engulfing your thighs once again and digging playfully into your sensitive skin. You seemed to relax at his touch, a small curl playing at the end of his lips as his long fingers slowly skated north.

You decided to not think much of it-- maybe he’d just play with your ass like he always did when he was bored. You purse your lips, frown deepening as you fell and lost a life. “Damn,” you cursed, watching your character respawn at the top. “My dumbass fell.”

“Oh? You better win,” Gojo reprimanded lightheartedly, his thumb gently brushing the outside lip of your dressed pussy, making your breath hitch. “don’t disappoint me, my dear.”

“‘Course not, do you know who I am?” You bantered, trying to overlook the rising heat in between your legs and fight your instinct to close them. However, your arousal was more than evident, your slick already beginning to soak a small spot into the cotton fabric of your undergarments. Gojo smirked cheekily, tongue dragging over his top lip hungrily as his thumb moved again. He applied more pressure, the pad grazing your moist slit teasingly as his other hand gripped one of your cheeks, pads digging into your flesh.

You looked back at him with a warning look, but he knew it held no weight, your expression clearly wavering. He responded with a cheeky grin, pearly whites showing as he questioned, “What?”

You chewed on your bottom lip, your grip on the controller beginning to slip as a result of hands becoming clammy. Your character fell again, resulting in you losing the match and sending you to the results screen, but you didn’t care, instead instinctively pushing your ass back to meet Gojo’s now still thumb. He loved making you work for it, no matter how subtle the matter was.

He didn’t let you play with yourself for too long. “Hey, let’s play a game,” he broke the lust-filled tension, head tilting playfully as he looked at the T.V. screen. You craned your head over your shoulder, looking at his cyan irises through his wispy white bangs with questioning eyes.

“You don’t wanna play Smash?”

“It’s something related to that.”

“... I’m listening.”

He chewed at his lip, a furtive expression painting his features as he cut his eyes back to your crotch. He took the courtesy of rolling his thumb compassionately over your neglected clit, making you drop your head with a shaky sigh. You shuddered as he rubbed tight, slow circles around your bud, him relishing the small mewls you let slip through your gritted teeth.

“Gojo...” you breathed, eyebrows crinkled together as you rocked your hips harder, grasp on the controller turning into a death grip.

“This is how it will go,” he chirped as if nothing was happening, removing his hands from your lower body to grab your waist. With a simple pull, he tugged you upwards, your ass now brushing the tip of his nose, his cool breaths making your cunt twitch. “You’re gonna play the game while I make you cum. Sound fun?”

You blinked, weary eyes looking back at your boyfriend with perplexity, readying yourself to complain about how unfair this was. “Gojo-,”

“But, you have to win. Otherwise,” he blew a slow, chilled breath against your pussy, making you shiver and attempt to buck your legs closed, but to no avail. “there will be a punishment.”

“Punishment?” you echoed unsurely, looking at him from the corner of your eyes with a growing hunger. He glanced right back at you, half-lidded eyes making butterflies break from their cocoon in your stomach.

“Start the game.” He disregarded your question, instead handing out demands. It was simple and held no weight, but you moved with a purpose, selecting “random” and letting the game select a character for you. Palutena. Okay, you could make this work. You quickly chose a stage.

“3, 2, 1, GO!” The announcer boomed, and Gojo seemed to work on the same accord, his thumb hooking into the fabric and slipping your panties to the side with ease. He didn’t spare a second, his long, wet tongue gliding in between your slicked folds with a heavy lick.

“Hah!” You choked out a gasp, moist hands nearly losing grip on your controller almost instantly. Your hips bucked upwards, but he had beat you to it, strapping you down with his long arms as he enveloped your swollen clit with his pink lips. He smirked against your pussy, finding it hilarious that you thought he didn’t have you and your tactics figured out by now.

“Focus.” He growled, the bass in his voice sending intense vibrations throughout your entire body. He hummed huskily, frosty eyelashes fluttering closed at your saccharine taste along his tongue. “Damn, it should be a crime for you to taste this sweet.”

“Gojo, I— fuuuuck,” you sighed greatfully as the tip of his tongue flicked your bud wolfishly before pulling it in between his lips, swirling generous circles around your hardened bundle of nerves with a groan. You let out a lengthy moan of ecstasy when you felt a slender finger sink into your heat, probing at your insides with practiced movements. Gojo watched his finger repeatedly curl in and out of you, your essence coating his finger with no problem. The smacking sounds of your wetness made his dick twitch under you, but you were far too wrapped up in erotic euphoria to take note of it— which was okay. “I don’t think this is for me...”

“Tapping out already, gorgeous?” Gojo teased you with a smile against your dripping cunt, slipping a second finger inside of you without a hitch. You gasped at the burning stretch, but it soon faded into something more pleasurable, making the coil in your stomach already beginning to spiral and tighten. “I haven’t even fucked you with my tongue yet.”

You whimpered as a response, reluctantly guiding your character across the screen through lust-clouded eyes. You’ve already fucked up twice, if it happened again, you’d be fucked. Literally.

A sharp crack against your ass quickly brings you back to reality, making you yelp and squirm under Gojo’s deathgrip. “I asked you a question, [name]. You’d best answer me.”

“No! I can take it, please… keep going, shit!” You scolded yourself internally for being so desperate, but you knew it always winded up to you being in this same predicament; trembling under his soft touches and racy gestures. Gojo hummed in approval, curling his fingers in search of your special spot that he usually found within seconds. He proved you right, the pads of his fingers pressing against your spongy spot, warranting you to release a cry. You were beginning to regret your declaration of accepting this “challenge” in the first place, because you felt your orgasm steadily approaching, less than minutes away.

You didn’t even notice that you died and lost, opening your eyes to see you were back at the character selection menu. Your eyes widened in horror, and you began praying to the gods that Gojo hadn’t noticed, but who were you kidding? He never failed to pick up on the details, no matter how minor.

“Tsk, tsk,” he sighed, a mocking tone of disappointment present as he pulled away from your lips. You whined at the halt of his ministrations, attempting to rock your pussy against his face to get a rhythm back in swing, but to no avail. He nudged you off of him, standing to his feet with his arms crossed. His shirt rose up his waist, exposing his excessively-toned stomach and light happy trail wisping under the band of his sweatpants. His arousal made itself known, a thick erection straining at the baggy material of his sweats. “I’m disappointed, sweetheart. I didn’t even get to make you cum.”

You dropped your controller, the object making a loud clatter as it hit the wooden floor, but you didn’t quite care. You crawled towards your boyfriend who loomed over you with a let-down, yet teasing look, dainty hand reaching out to grab at his sweatpants. Before you could yank them down, he caught a grip on your wrist, tilting his head to the side. “Aht, aht, aht; do you really think you deserve to get stretched out by me when you can’t even play a simple game correctly?”

You pouted, straining your strength against his own while adjusting your position on the edge of the bed. You decided to settle on your haunches, looking up at your lover with pleading eyes. “Gojo, please, let me taste you.”

“Is this compensation? Trying to make me overlook your failure?” He lilted, voice dropping lower an octave as his eyelids began to lower with lust. You nodded, a hungry gleam in your wide eyes as you reached your free hand out to tug at his bottoms. He let you, also releasing your other hand and letting you do as you pleased. You didn’t bother to waste a moment, letting his pants drop to his ankles and only being left with his briefs constraining his thick length. Before you could go any further, Gojo cupped your chin, making you look back up at him with a squeeze of your cheeks. “Hey,” he breathed, perfect eyebrows pulling together in concentration as he stared down at you with a prurient intensity. You nodded, informing him you were listening with an attentive look. “You better not leave me dissatisfied, am I understood?” With that, he dipped his thumb into your mouth, pulling it slowly down your bottom lip. You nodded again, batting your lashes as you busy your fingers with freeing his dick from its restraints.

Gojo’s impeccable size never failed to impress; his girthiness was what you liked most about it, its thickness always stretching and rubbing your walls in all the ways you loved. His length wasn’t bad at all either, nothing excessive about it, and always was sure to get the job done. Your fingers brushed against his shaft caringly, admiring the thin veins that decorated it perfectly and the occasional freckle here and there. You glanced at his flushed tip, precum already beading there, and you flicked your tongue out to catch a taste.

Gojo’s breath hitched, quad muscles contracting for a quick second. You didn’t feel like playing around anymore, going for the kill and wrapping your lips around the head of his dick with a moan. He let out a lengthy sigh, running a hand through his soft hair as he swallowed. You took him in deeper with each suck, the sloppy sounds of your tongue running repeatedly across his length and the background music of Smash an odd combination. Gojo let out a deep groan at the feeling of his tip finally reaching near the back of your throat, the simple sound music to your ears and making you want to squeeze more reactions from him.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you bobbed your head at a mildly quick pace, the sounds your throat was emitting almost comical, but you didn’t care that much. You were too focused on making Gojo release in your mouth, wanting to taste his essence just as he did you a few minutes ago. Your pussy contracted around nothing as you thought about how he might fill you to the brim after this, ramming you into the bed like he hated you.

Gojo’s noises of pleasure were becoming more apparent, his gasps and sighs morphing into groans and grunts. “Fuck, that’s right, mhm. Suck it like you mean it.” You let out a mewl as you opened your watery eyes, staring up at him with blurry vision. You could make out the reddening tips of his ears and the developing flush spreading across his cheeks, his bangs beginning to cling to his moist forehead. His pupils were blown wide, and his vivid electric blue eyes seemed to be illuminating. Beautiful, you thought, but your admiration was short lived when you felt slender fingers gripping at your tresses. With a push, Gojo’s dick was sent to hit the back of your throat, making you widen your eyes as you let out an embarrassing gag. He retreated, slipping out of your mouth with a string of spit keeping his tip and your bottom lip connected. You let out a short cough, gasping for air as you blinked harshly.

“You okay?” He questioned, and you quickly gave him a yes, reaching back out for him. He shook his head, pushing your arm away before giving you a nudge to make you fall back onto his mattress. “No. I’ve had enough, I’m pleased. Your reward now, yeah?”

You let out a squeal of glee along with a nod as Gojo rolls you on your stomach, using both large hands to hook your hips and manually pull your ass up. You got the gist, making a curve in your spine and poking your ass out in the angle that he loves. He hummed, teeth pinching his bottom lip as a heavy hand palmed your ass, tightly gripping the flesh there. You yelped at the stinging sensation, fisting the sheets and leaning forward as if trying to get away from the fiery touch. Gojo clicked his tongue, soothing his engraved handprint with a gentle palm, the other hand busy playing with your clothed pussy. He furrowed his brows, annoyed with the barrier and kneeling to yank them down your thighs.

The string of arousal linking your underwear to your cunt made Gojo let out a breathy moan of excitement, frosty lashes fluttering at the sight of your slicked pussy. The way he had you dripping like a broken faucet was just fueling his already gigantic ego. He wasn’t planning on tasting you anymore tonight, but he couldn’t resist, using both hands to spread your cheeks and leaning in to lick you once more. He generously french-kissed your pussy, lovingly grazing over your swollen clit as his heavy eyelids fell closed. You twitched, mouth falling agape and letting out a keen at the feeling of his soft tongue against you once again. Your orgasm seemed to rise like nothing, this time boiling over. You didn’t dare warn him— knowing him, the asshole would pull away and leave you hanging. A white hot feeling burst in your stomach and spread throughout your limbs, your pussy pulsating and your back arching deeper than it’s ever had. You let out a cry as you felt your release hit you like a wave, thighs trembling and Gojo letting out a hum of approval, clearly not dissatisfied with you cumming in his mouth.

“Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me you were cumming? Are we keeping secrets now?” He queried in, standing up to his feet and using his thumb to scrape any excess slick from his chin up onto his tongue. You looked back at him in amazement, eyes widening at his lewd behavior. You narrowed your eyes, brows furrowing defensively at his comment. “Well, if I did tell you, you’d just ruin it for me.”

A playful smack to your sensitive cunt shut you up, making you turn away and stuff your face in the covers with a gasp. You said something into the sheets, immediately being ruled intelligible since you were muffled. “What was that, gorgeous?” He teased, gently massaging your ass as he teasingly slid his shaft against your soaked folds. He hissed, eyebrows pushing together at the feeling of your warm pussy constantly rubbing at him. As much as he wanted to slip deep inside you and fuck you into his mattress as if he’d never see you again, he refrained, his ego not letting him submit to anyone, including you.

“Just fuck me already, dammit,” you came out with it, temporarily lifting your head to say what was needed before shoving your face back into the same spot. Gojo usually would have corrected you with a sharp ass slap, or chastise you for asking so rudely, but he was just as horny as you, wasting no time to position his tip at your entrance. He slowly began easing his way in, his tip pushing past and already stretching at your tight walls, making him furrow his brows in concentration and let out a shaky sigh.

The stinging stretch was something you never got used to, the familiar burn of tears brimming to your water-lines also nothing new. You turned your head to the side, attempting to keep your breathing steady and collected as Gojo slowly worked the rest of him into you, bottoming out sooner than later. He let out a sigh, rubbing small circles into the small of your back while craning his head to look at you. “You okay? Want me to start movin’?”

You nodded, eyes screwed shut as a tear slipped and ran across your nose bridge. He cooed, reaching forward to brush it away with a tender thumb before giving you a sensual roll of his hips. You gasped, fisting the cotton sheets for moral support as he gave you baby strokes, his eyes gauging your face in search of accommodation. He soon felt you considerably loosen around him, your small whines of pain morphing into something more erotic, breathy. This was his green light, his hands moving to dig into your love handles as his thrusts gradually picked up pace and power.

“Fuck, yes!” you cried, shifting your face into one of the pillows in attempts to muffle your sounds, which Gojo decided to let slide for now. He placed an arm on your back, pushing your stomach into the mattress and hooking your hip with his other to keep your ass up, beginning to snap his hips into you rather aggressively.

“That’s right, I’m the only fucking one that can make you feel like this, understand me?” He growled lowly, his arrogance oddly making you squeeze around him like a vice. He chuckled at your reaction, a moan slipping at the end of his laugh as he dragged his dick out to the tip and plunged back in you with a snap of the pelvis. You let out a scream of satisfaction, which was constricted by the pillow you were biting, making him frown in annoyance.

“Why are you hiding your sounds? What, you don’t want anyone to know that you’re getting the best dick of your life?” He leaned down, his clothed stomach stacking atop your back, hand moving from the middle of your back and slithering under your shirt to your tit. He gave it a grip, immediately fiddling with the hardened nipple as he flicked his tongue out to lick the shell of your ear. He continued to scold you, “You always worry about my neighbors. Let them know who’s fucking you brainless.”

Your mind is too hazy to process even a syllable of what he was saying. Your face was starting to sweat from the heat of your heavy breathing and you keeping your face shoved in the pillow below you, one hand furiously gripping at the sheets while the other flexed and unflexed over the edge of the bed. The sounds of skin slapping skin, your pussy squelching with each thrust, your suppressed cries of pleasure, his headboard unforgivingly bashing the wall behind it, the background music of your damn video game, it would have been ruled perfect if you weren’t being shy.

Dissatisfied with not warranting any type of reaction from you, Gojo took his hand from your perked nipple and smoothed it over your perspiring skin and up to your hair, slender fingers latching onto your locks and yanking your head back. You let out a wail at the fiery feeling of your scalp being tugged at so roughly, but it only made you continue to flutter around his thickness, which made him push his white brows together and let out a sharp hiss. “Stop hiding from me,” he huskily demanded, his strokes seeming to gradually plunge and probe you deeper as he angled your eyes to meet his hovering figure above you. “Let them hear what I’m doing to you.”

“Gojo, I’m gonna fucking…” you trailed off, growing too overwhelmed with everything. You were trembling, unraveling from his touch, coming undone like a ribbon under his moist body, but was it anything new? He let out a lengthy groan, pressing your face back into the pillows and keeping his hand in place, but making you turn your head to the side so he could successfully dip his thumb into mouth. You managed to recuperate yourself enough to the point where you could wrap your lips around the digit, giving it a courteous suck before your jaw fell slack once again from Gojo’s ministrations. He was pounding you at this point, your arch evanescing, you just laying on your stomach and taking it as Gojo plunged into you from behind. He was getting close too, the occasional faults and stutters in his hips becoming more frequent and his thrusts getting downright sloppy, but you loved it all.

“You gonna cum for me?” he inquired, his voice wavering from his own pleasure. You nodded with a cry, eyes closed at this point. Gojo smiled, a breathy chuckle managing to escape him as he egged you on, “Good, make a fucking mess, will you?” He didn’t have to ask you twice.

With a guttural groan tearing from your throat, you came, this orgasm hitting you much harder than the first. You shuddered rather violently, eyes almost getting stuck in the back of your head as that same scorching heat overwhelmed every bone in your body, leaving you completely in euphoria. Gojo let out a moan of approval at you finally coming undone, your orgasm very much apparent on his dick. The white coating you left behind made his toes curl. He relished in it as much as he could until he felt himself tittering on the edge himself, his eyes fluttering closed and rolling back as he slammed into you a couple more times before he let out a growl of his own, sighing and hissing as he rode out his own orgasm inside you.

“Jesus, that felt like a lot,” you commented with a tired laugh after Gojo unsheathed himself from you, kneeling and spreading you to watch his excess ooze out of you. He hummed in agreement, tilting his head at your pussy before standing to his feet and flipping you over. You gave him a quizzical glance, soon yelping as you felt him squirm his fingers under your sides and scoop you up bridal style. “Gojo, quit it, I can walk by myself, dammit!”

“Can you really, though? You always trip and fall when we’re done,” he snidely retorted, giving you a teasing look as he escorted you to the restroom. After nudging the door open with his foot, he nodded your head to the lightswitch for you to flip it on, which you complied to. He then took the initiative of plopping you onto the sink before rummaging through his linen closet, receiving a brand new rag and soaking it with lukewarm water. You spread your legs, already knowing the procedure like the back of your hand as you watch Gojo ring the towel and make his way in between your straddled legs. With gentle hands, he began cleaning you off, softly running the rag over your overstimulated crotch with care. You sighed at the relief of it being freshened up; bodily fluids weren’t half as appealing post-sex.

“So,” Gojo started, his chipper voice slicing through the comfortable silence of the bathroom. “You still up for getting your ass beat at Smash?”

“You wish.” You retorted, giving him a challenging smirk as he finished cleaning you up.

“Okay, let’s make a bet,” he hummed, wetting and ringing the rag once again before tossing it over a metal rack. “Loser has to make dinner. And I’m talkin’ a full course meal.”

You gave him a playful shove, scooting off the counter and falling to the tiled floor on both feet. You gave him a testing grin, skipping -- albeit shakily, back into Gojo’s room. “You’re on.”

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[lottins-only]

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little things ~ ella mai & jude 🫶🏼

little things - jude bellingham

A/N : got carried away and this ended up being longer than a drabble lol

the life of a final year university student during exam season is pure chaos. you're no exception: for the past couple days, you've been stuck in a loop of caffeine fueled days and long, sleepless nights. you've been so buried in exams and papers that you couldn't even go to your boyfriend jude's champions league away game.

you follow the match on a grainy stream from the library, and when he scores a beautiful goal, you jump from your seat so suddenly you startle the person sitting across from you.

you: YOU SCORED. so proud of you bby 💗

jude: thanks babe

jude: flight lands in about an hour. mind if i come straight to your place? you know i won't be able to sleep if i don't 😚

its true. the adrenaline after an evening game usually means a sleepless night for him. but that's not an issue when you're around. you have a calming effect on him, your mere presence in those times lulling him to sleep.

you: ofc. i'll be at the library for a couple more hours, but you have your key right?

jude: yupp.

jude: i’ll be there. make sure you eat something, yeah?

you: yes, dad.

jude: don’t “yes, dad” me. i mean it. i know how you get.

a couple of hours later, you trudge back home, exhausted. all you want is to curl up in bed with your boyfriend and sleep, but you can’t. the paper due at midnight, the one you thought you’d finish before leaving the library, is proving more difficult than you expected. so unfortunately you have to get it done before you can even think about resting.

when you unlock the door to your apartment, the sight that greets you makes you pause. the space that had been ground zero for your finals week chaos is now spotless. papers that were stewn all over the place, now organized neatly on your coffee table. the dishes that had piled up on the kitchen sink are washed and put away. floor swept, cat's litter box cleaned.

he's standing by the couch, airpods on, carefully folding your throw blanket. when he sees you there, his face immediately lights up. when you reach him, he pulls you into a tight hug and kisses your forehead, his arms wrapping around you like a shield. as always, being in his arms feels warm, grounding, and above all, comforting. it hasn't even been 48 hours since you last saw him, but it feels like you've been apart for weeks.

"you okay?" he asks softly, brushing a stray strand of curls from your face.

"no," you say in a panicked voice. "i’m not done with my paper, and it's due in like two hours."

"hey, it’s okay,” he says, squeezing your shoulders. "i can help... i think"

he says the last part cautiously, and you start laughing - but stop when you realize maybe he can help.

there's no time to waste, a couple moments later you sit at your tiny kitchen table, you on your laptop and him on his ipad , the same google doc open on each screen. your job is to write the actual paper, while jude does the citations.

“so, are we doing apa, chicago, or... something else?” jude squints at his phone with a confused look on his face, as if he’s reading a foreign language. you suppose for him it might as well be.

“chicago,” you say firmly, not looking up from your screen.

“got it,” he replies, setting his phone aside and rolling up his sleeves like he’s actually about to get his hands dirty.

and then you start working. for more than an hour the only sounds filling the room is the sound of keyboards clicking. jude works with the same focus and intensity you’ve seen from him when he plays football—brows knitted, his lips slightly parted as he carefully organizes the citations at the bottom of the document.

every now and then he mutters under his breath in a frustrated tone. “wait... is this a journal article or a book chapter? never mind, i got it.” or: “fuckin hell, who publishes something without a visible date?” each time, you answer without hesitation, grateful he’s doing the most boring, tedious part of your work for you.

at one point, your cat leaps onto the table and sits right next to jude’s ipad. he barely glances up, one hand absentmindedly scratching behind the cat’s ears while his other continues to scroll through a citation guide. it makes your heart swell, seeing him like that. superstar footballer who just scored in a champions league game mere hours ago, now sitting in your cramped kitchen giving your cat affection while helping write your essay. only jude. my sweet angle, you think to yourself.

“okay,” you announce finally, leaning back in your chair and stretching your arms above your head. “i think i’m done.”

“that’s my girl!” he exclaims, suddenly leaping up from his seat. before you can react, he picks you up from your chair, effortlessly lifting you into the air.

“jude!” you squeal, laughing as he flips you over and sets you back on your feet, his hands steadying you as he does.

you poke his chest, laughing. “couldn’t have done it without you.”

“obviously. who knew i was so good at this?” he kisses the top of your head. “think i'll charge you by the hour next time”

you roll your eyes at him, but inside you're just happy. happy to have submitted the essay, and happy you have jude as a boyfriend.

the stress of the night has melted away, and you feel a little lighter. you have an exam tomorrow at nine for a econ elective you regret not dropping, but there's no turning back now. all you can do is push through. in a couple of days, it will all be over.

with that somewhat encouraging thought in mind, you make your way to your bed, ready to pass out. and you almost reach it too, until jude pulls you back into the kitchen.

"you need to eat," he says sternly. he points to the takeout box sitting on the kitchen counter. "got that on my way here"

"i’m fine," you protest weakly as he heats up the food in the microwave. "i honestly just wanna sleep now"

"no, you’re not fine. you've barely eaten all day," he replies. when the microwave pings, he pulls out the food and plates it for you before putting it on the kitchen table, gesturing for you to sit.

you roll your eyes at him but comply. jude leans against the counter, watching you eat quietly, reassuringly. you can tell by his eyes he's tired too. undoubtedly drained from a physically demanding match, with the only sleep he's had since being a nap on the plane. yet here he is, prioritizing you above his own rest without a second thought.

“you didn’t have to do all this, you know,” you say in between bites. “cleaning, helping me with my paper... you should be resting.”

he shakes his head, a small smile on his lips. “you’re more important. i’ll rest when i know you’re okay.”

his words make your chest tighten, and you have to look away. it overwhelms you sometimes, his kindness and thoughtfulness.

when you finish eating, you go over to the sink and wash the dishes. jude leans against the counter, arms crossed, watching. he tells you all about his trip: the surprisingly good airplane food, the awful water pressure in the locker room showers, the cute baby he'd taken a picture with at the airport on the way back. the mundane details he can't help sharing with you, his way of showing you even when he's away, you're the biggest part of his life.

afterwards, you both do your nighttime routine in companionable silence before crawling into bed. the covers are soft and inviting as you settle in comfortably. jude pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around your waist as he settles behind you, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder that makes goosebumps rise up on your skin.

the last thing you hear before you drift off to sleep is jude's low, sleepy voice murmuring "finally"

in the morning, you're rudely awaken by an insistent shake on the shoulders.

“y/n wake up,” jude says softly.

you groan, burying your face deeper into the pillow. “five more minutes,” you mumble, still half asleep.

“you don’t have five more minutes,” he says, his tone shifting. “it’s 8.40. you’re gonna be late for your exam.”

that does it. you sit up so fast you almost get dizzy, the panic hitting you hard.

“oh my god!” you gasp, throwing the blanket off and scrambling out of the bed.

you quickly brush your teeth and get changed while jude, bless him, packs your bag for you. when you emerge out of the bathroom fully ready, he's waiting for you with your backpack, all packed and ready to go.

"did you—?"

he nods, his lips quirking into a small smile. “yeah. laptop, pens, calculator, everything. and here—” he tosses you an energy bar, which you catch clumsily. “ eat that on the way.”

"you're a lifesaver" you say as you slip on your shoes.

"go ace it, baby" he holds the door open for you while handing you the bag.

you pause by the doorway, giving him a grateful look. "thank you. again. you're the best you know, that right? all the things you do for me, it's just..." you let out a breath. "i love you so much"

he gives you a lingering kiss. "i love you too" he murmurs against your lips. "and i know you'd to the same for me"

he’s right. when he’s had a bad day, you’re at his place in no time, ready to listen if he wants to talk or to put on one of his favorite movies if he doesn’t. when he's craving it, you cook him his favorite meal. when your schedule allows, you ride with his driver to pick him up from training, just because you know he loves seeing you waiting for him. all the little things you do for each other, all the everyday acts of service. the sum of which is the way you show each other that you care, that you love one another. and isn't that the point of a partnership?

"i'll text you after i get out okay?" you murmur, giving him one last peck on the lips.

you pull your backpack over your shoulder and head out into the day, feeling ready as ever.

[euphoricfilter]

hello <3 i'm requesting fluff + ceo au + "you're unbelievably cute when you're tired." + OT7 or namjoon, if that's ok!!

lucky flowers:

pairing: ceo! namjoon x florist! reader

genres: fluff || established relationship || non-idol au || ceo au ||

summary: after a hard day at work, it's always nice to be in your safe space; and for you, Namjoon is just that.

word count: 1.1k

tags/ warnings: people, fluff and a lot of comfort. no pronouns are used <3

notes: as always, drabble requests are no longer open and feedback is encouraged so please let me know what you think!

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There’s a lump on the couch when Namjoon walks into his office. Velvet blanket wriggling with the force of human limbs at the sound of the door clicking shut.

“My love” Namjoon calls out for you, laptop left and forgotten on the rounded coffee table before he sits beside what he assumes is your feet.

You hum. Tugging the blanket under your chin to meet his eyes- as tired and weary as your own.

“You're unbelievably cute when you're tired” he runs a thumb over your cheek, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You sigh, “Am not”, watching as he tugs his suit jacket off. “Today was the busiest I’ve ever seen the shop. And I was the only one working this afternoon. I think I'm exhausted”

That hint of a smile on Namjoon’s face melts into a frown, eyebrows drawn down with the force of his displeasure.

“You poor thing. Surely there was someone to help you?”

You shake your head, “They clocked out early, so it was just me most of the day” your bottom lip tugs down into a pout, “I hate working at the front desk”

“I know you do, love” he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, “How are you feeling?”

“Not sure” he watches your shoulders shrug under the blanket, muscles wound tight with the tension of the day.

“Not sure?” his head tilts ever so slightly.

“Tired. But I’m too aware of everything to even think about sleeping. And overwhelmed. Like I wanna itch my brain a bit or remove my ears from my head”

Namjoon hums, “What about a nap? Would music be too much for you at the moment?”

“Probably”

“Silence it is then” he nods, slouching a little further into the back of the couch, “I’ll catch up on some work, and you can tell me all about your day when you feel better? A little less overwhelmed? We can always talk at home later, or in the morning too, whenever you're ready, love”

You tug the blanket over your chin, sinking into the plush cushions, eyes falling shut.

The rhythmic tapping of Namjoon’s keyboard is more welcome than a conversation, and Namjoon doesn’t hold that against you. Knowing that in your own time, the fizzling frustration and wound-up emotions of the day would spill past your lips, unfurling all the bad that had been weighing you down for what he can only assume is most of the day.

“There was a dog in the shop today” you break the silence, maybe an hour later. Voice foreign to your own ears, and you wince a little at the shattered silence.

Namjoon closes his laptop, leaving it on the coffee table once more as he turns his attention back to you.

“A dog?”

“Mhhmm” you push yourself to sit up, blanket still wrapped tightly around your body, “This old man brought his dog in, and then it peed all over the floor and I had to clean it but, he was cute, so I didn’t mind”

“The old man, or the dog?” Namjoon raises an eyebrow.

A smile stretches your cheeks, “Both. I’m not sure what breed the dog was, but the old man told me he was buying flowers for his wife, it’s their anniversary tomorrow”

“Ah, they must have been married for a long time” he muses, and you nod.

“I hope we’re like that one day”

“Old?”

Your nose scrunches up at that, “Old and together” you nod, “And married” you add.

“Is that all?” Namjoon tugs you closer until your body is leaning against his side, his arm slung over your shoulder.

“Yeah. As long as we’re still together then I don’t mind”

“You’re lucky I have no plans of getting rid of you” he hums and your eyebrows furrow at that, head tilting up to catch a look at his face.

“Excuse me?” you scoff, though Namjoon can hear the hint of a smile laced between your words, “if anything, I would be the one getting rid of you”

Now it’s Namjoon’s turn to look down at you with furrowed brows, “I would sure hope not”

“You’re lucky I like you”

“Is that so?” he challenges, head tilting down slightly to press a kiss over the warm skin of your cheek, then to your temple.

Your hand slips from the safety of your blanket, fingers tracing over his jaw before you gently tug his lips to meet your own.

Your lungs expand with the harsh intake of breath you suck in once the both of you part, your lips shiny with Namjoon’s saliva.

“There was also a young boy that came in today” you whisper against his lips, losing your breath when he gives you a fleeting kiss, lips pillowing yours. Silently begging for more, drawing you closer as he pulls away.

You press another kiss to the corner of his lips.

“A boy?” Namjoon encourages, mind trailing after what you had been about to tell him.

“Yes”

“And what about him?” Namjoon prods.

He doesn’t think it’s jealousy that colours his words. He never found himself to be a jealous man, not even when he had started dating you. He wasn’t oblivious to the looks you would get, eyes of men that would never be yours probably conjuring up a thousand fantasies to fuel their lonely mind. And Namjoon wasn’t an insecure man; he would never subject you to a strict way of living—limiting your self expression simply because of outside forces.

And he knew you wouldn’t cheat. Just as he, himself would never imagine himself stooping to that level. That didn’t mean he wasn’t wary when you brough up other testosterone filled, bull-headed men that were more than likely to hit on you. Never seeming to grasp the concept of ‘no’ or ‘I’m not interested’.

You blink up at Namjoon, scooting yourself from his side, legs crossed under your blanket with cheeks dusted the lightest pink.

“So?” Namjoon asks, strange feeling whittling its way throughout his blood stream and into his heart.

“He reminded me of you”

“Pardon?”

“He reminded me a lot of us, when we were young” you say again, and Namjoon blinks.

“How so?”

You let the blanket fall off your shoulders, “He was curious. Asked so many questions about the flowers. Genuinely interested in what I had to say.”

“I only ever asked because I knew you loved them so much” he huffs, and you catch your laugh on your tongue.

“Not only that” you continue, “He got her the same flowers you got me, the day you asked me out”

“He made the right choice then” Namjoon tells you, “And I suppose, their relationship will be just as lucky as ours”

“You think so?” you ask him, arms slipping around his stomach, head resting on his shoulder.

“Maybe. Though he’ll never be as lucky as I am to have you”

[bamsara]

wait are you the person getting all the time they can out of their laptop until it dies? I swear I remember reading a post about like. discoloration on the keyboard or something.

like same, but I'm concerned. please tell me it has been cleaned since you got it bc I cleaned mine recently and it's been life changing.

that person im LKDHGSLKDSHGLDHSL

YEAH I've made several posts but basically I refuse to get a new laptop until this one literally doesn't turn on anymore, regaurdless of how bad it gets up until that point. I do clean it and actaully have a little laptop cleaning kit I got online but some parts of it are just old and outdated and discontinued, and theres some heat damage but it's still kicking. It has a laptop sona and is named Arson for the funsies in the meanwhile

I ALSO have those laptop cooling fan pads to put underneath. While it doesn't make it like, super hard difference, it's def helped prevent a lot of crashes and keep the stuttering to a min. Having it at an angle with fans on the bottom with the stand is the only way I'll use it now

[goldnhourwrites]

Not enough people talked about these so I'm gonna do it myself because oh my god (commentary and headcanons below, it's just long)

Sett has a little travel-sized sewing kit in his bag... it's so tidy... sett stitching things back together when his bandmates rip them...

Sett just casually carries around like 20+ pounds of dumbbells. Mans is literally always working out. The grind never stops.

"yo Ezreal can you grab my bag for me?" "Yeah sure--what the FUCK do you have in here? This thing weighs a hundred pounds."

His little exercise headband... and is that a hair tie behind it? Sett with his hair tied back??

Sett's energy bar collection. Sett's the type of person to pack an entire backpack full of snacks for a road trip.

Ezreal has a plushie OF HIMSELF on his bag.

this guy practically collects aesthetic glasses. 3 pairs in the bag plus the circle ones he had in PARANOIA.

Sharpie (for signing autographs???) His signature on the polaroids of himself???

The photo under the lip balm looks like it might be Ezreal and Aphelios. Ezreal's the type of person to make sure he has photos with all of his friends. Ezreal hanging up his favorite polaroids in his room.

can we talk about the all-white fit in the very bottom photo omg

Aphelios has back-up headphones for his headphones.

WHO SENT THE SNACKS. WAS IT ALUNE. WAS IT SOMEONE ELSE.

The writing on the note looks like Korean but unfortunately I don't know any Korean :(

his sticky noted book... is it a journal? is it full of lyrics? who put the little smiley face sticker on the front!! does he write in it!!

I love the idea of Aphelios just pulling out a little keyboard whenever he wants to write down a tune. How well can he play the piano? Only enough to write music, or does he have songs memorized? Does he ever play for anyone?

K'SANTE'S DRAWING TABLET

he's not just in charge of putting together their fashion, he designs it himself. i'm going to scream

I am in love with those glasses. I need art of k'sante in those glasses ASAP. i will do it myself if i have to.

What is his book!! What does the W stand for!!

The way the button on his gloves matches the one on his jacket in his LoL splash art. This tiny detail is driving me insane.

Also, the cologne? The top is the same as his necklace? Does he have a specific personal cologne? So elegant...

Kayn's Pentakill guitar pick. Let me see him play the guitar I beg

The crumpled up receipts. This man goes Shopping (also see: cash, various coins). And he just has a bunch of random shit in his bag because he never bothers cleaning it out.

the open leaking bottle of hair dye. please. do you NEED that

The random jewelry... I love the idea of him either a) taking it off, shoving it in his bag, and forgetting where he put it or b) bringing backup drip with him everywhere in case he needs more

While Sett, Aphelios, and Yone all opted for headphones, Kayn's gone with good old-fashioned corded earbuds. Does he not like headphones? Is it because they mess up his hair?

Big ass box of matches and For Why? Does he smoke? Is he too cool to carry around a lighter? Does he just like setting shit on fire?

Yone keeps a little emergency travel kit. Band mom energy. He's got band-aids and a toothbrush and toothpaste At The Ready.

Bottle of lotion? Yone with a skincare routine? Yone who stays moisturized? Everybody in Heartsteel asking Yone for lotion?

Earplugs (for sleeping on long bus rides, maybe?) I want to see Yone going "I'm sick of this shit" and tuning the fuck out.

Yone is the only one with a real headphone case. Aphelios has his around his neck 24/7, but his wireless earbuds have a case. Sett's just shoving his in there with twenty pounds of dumbbells and hoping for the best.

Yone's got so many little gadgets and I don't even know what they all are. He has his laptop and (probably) his phone, plus a smartwatch, and maybe a portable charger? He's that prepared.

I can't tell what the object beside his smartwatch is (looks wooden?) If anyone knows, let me know? I'm so curious

This man's got even more stuff inside his bag. Yone doesn't leave the house without like fifteen things in case of an emergency.

good news everyone. i'm still losing my mind over them

[duskandstarlight]

The Girl (Part Two)

Notes: Sorry for any typos or inconsistencies, I wrote this in sporadic bursts on the train and I can't be held accountable for a tired brain. I hope you enjoy!

The next time Nesta meets Cassian, it’s in a coffee shop a week later.

She’s in the midst of a rare writing urge, the itch in the tips of her fingertips even if her hands are unable to actually fly over the keyboard.

It had been the glimmer of that urge which had gotten Nesta out of bed this morning well before noon. And Nesta had seized the feeling with a useless sort of hope. Because whilst the inspiration Nesta experiences now is never what it used to be, it’s something. So, Nesta had clung on to it, digging her claws in as she’d rolled out of bed with a wince.

In the fear that time would erase her need to write, Nesta hadn’t showered or eaten. She had just pulled on the first clothes she could find, bleary eyed, stale and wincing at the still-healing scratches on her back. Then, she’d looped her laptop strap over her shoulder and left her apartment without so much as brushing her hair. 

Nesta had arrived at the coffee shop just as Marta had been opening up. And that’s where she’s been ever since, at her usual table against the wall, her noise cancellation headphones jammed over her head. With the world blocked out, still halfway between dreams and waking, Nesta has forced her head down and done her best to write.

And it’s sort of worked. Her head, Nesta consoles herself, is at least down. But then a threaded magnetism in the mid-afternoon nags at Nesta enough that she finally tears her eyes away from the screen and looks up.

The first thing she notices is him. Not how busy the coffee shop has become, the toddlers running riot at the mother’s table by the wall or the teens flicking cream at one another with their straws. All she sees is Cassian, at the counter, looking so ordinary and so unordinary at the same time. As always, he’s dressed head-to-toe in black: a rain-spattered Northface jacket protecting him from the rain, clean trainers, slim-fit tracksuit bottoms that make it evident that he never misses leg day. Work attire, Nesta assumes. She knows that he owns a gym, a small start up in the same rough-around-the-edges part of town that Nesta’s currently in. 

The apologetic expression on Cassian’s face has Nesta automatically lowering her headphones. The world rushes back in as is someone’s flipped a switch, loud and assaulting and it takes her a moment to adjust to life going on around her, the chatter of conversation around the rammed coffee shop before she can actually focus again on Cassian. At the way he speaks to Marta behind the counter, his hands gesticulating as he pats his pockets for a wallet that clearly isn’t there. 

It’s the blush on his tan cheeks that does it, but Nesta pretends its the cellphone with the dark screen. She doesn’t think, she just acts. Stands, strides over to the counter and scans her loyalty card from the app.

The scanner chirps happily as it accepts payment and Marta dips her chin at Nesta before she bustles off to make whatever Cassian has ordered. 

But Cassian… he just stares at Nesta as if the superior opposition in the sparring ring has just thrown down their boxing gloves in defeat. He blinks. Once. Twice. And then, as if realising his mistake, he’s recovering, that complacent mask sliding over his face so he can fall into their usual role of push and pull. 

Hazel locks onto blue, and Nesta does her best to stand tall, to command the space even as she remembers that she hasn’t brushed her hair today.

She’s just planning a brutal retreat when Cassian opens his mouth and lays her plan to ruins. “And the ice princess does indeed have a beating heart.”

Nesta tilts her chin higher at his drawl. Sniffs. She knows his delivery was designed to be taunting, but her insides are bristling. “Don’t read too much into it, I had a full stamp card.”

Ignoring her cold reply, Cassian appraises her as Marta froths the milk, the steam billowing plumes to the ceiling. And Nesta wishes that he’d stop looking at her like that. She knows that people think her cruel, but she’d thought that he had read her at least. That he knew there was more to her than barbed words and a frosty delivery.

It’s that thought that has her finally following through on her escape plan. Nesta turns so abruptly on her heel that the floor squeaks. But she doesn’t care, because she’s in control as she walks away from him and back to her seat. Because as far as Nesta is concerned this conversation is over and she can go back to her quiet, lonely life.

She doesn’t allow herself to violently jam her headphones back onto her head like she wants to. Instead, Nesta feigns complete calm and control. Starts up the brown white noise she had been listening to in the hope that it would help her to think clearly and corrects a typo so obvious she’s surprised she didn’t spot it before. 

Despite her word count, today has been painstaking. Every word feels jarred and off-kilter. As if she’s slipped beneath a veil and can’t get back to the other side. Instead, she’s stuck staring through the gauze at what should be whilst being unable to access it. Essentially, she’s writing a different, far worse version of the story she’s supposed to be telling and she can’t do anything about it. 

This is what has been happening lately. On the rare day Nesta can bare to open her laptop, her writing is simply wrong. The words desperately grasping at something out of reach. 

But this is the first time in months that Nesta has been able to even think about writing and she can’t afford to stop just because things feel off - and especially not because Cassian is here, existing in this coffee shop with her, cruelly surprised by her act of kindness. After all, Nesta has got bills to pay, a dingy apartment to rent. Being a writer has never been glamorous, but it’s never been less glamorous when your ability to do the thing that brings you income is virtually impossible. 

Nesta hammers away at the keyboard, aggressively deletes a sentence. Tries again. Fails to find the right synonym. She’s so busy stifling a scream, turning it inward until it roars dully inside of her, that it takes her a few seconds for that awareness to pull at her again. 

For her to realise that he’s right in front of her. 

Cassian has the audacity to look sheepish when Nesta appraises him with the most vicious glare she can summon. It should be the equivalent of a bullet to the heart but the corner of Cassian’s mouth just ticks up with a tentative hopefulness that Nesta will never understand. 

He gestures to the seat on the opposite side of her table. Mouths, “Can I?”

Or, Nesta supposes that he asks, but she hasn’t deigned to lift her headphones. Quickly, she darts her attention to the busy coffee shop - the full tables and the long queue out the door that indicates that there is absolutely nowhere else he can sit.

Nesta doesn’t continue look at him - can’t. Instead, she fixes her gaze resolutely back to the traitorous bit of writing on the screen before her, the blinking accusatory cursor that’s waiting for her to type something, and gives an order that’s short, perfunctory, and absolutely not to be disobeyed. “Be quiet.” 

Cassian sits. He does not say anything. Does not try and interrupt her death stare which is very much focussed on the damned blinking cursor.

Nesta makes herself write, every button on the keyboard she taps an attempt to erase his presence. But after a few minutes, she caves. Pushes her charging cable across the table to him without so much as a glance up at him. 

She ignores the warmth of his fingers as he takes it from her and plugs in his phone. Just continues typing the absolute shit that she’s been writing all day. The shit that she knows in her core will end up deleted tomorrow. 

Even so, Nesta makes herself persevere, trudging on with her work until she simply can’t anymore. She has no idea how much time has passed, but what she does know is that her tea is cold and Cassian’s double espresso is abandoned on the table, drained to the dregs.

But he’s still here, sitting back in his chair, his long legs like a table in themselves. But Nesta’s thoughts are dragged swiftly from his thighs the moment she spies the book in his large hands. The familiar cover. Her name. Her book.

The emotion comes so swift, so fast, Nesta feels almost breathless with it. She doesn’t know when she’s last felt this fiercely, this viscerally. 

She yanks her headphones off her head. The facade of boredom and indifference on her expression is eradicated as swiftly as someone snuffing out a candle. “What are you doing?”

Cassian does not lift his eyes to meet hers - and it’s not out of fear. Nothing changes on his expression as he turns the page of her latest book with the deliberation of someone hanging onto every word. If anything, he seems distracted by her - as if she’s bothering him from something important. “What does it look like?”

“Give me that,” she spits, but snatches the book from his hands before he has the opportunity and snaps it closed.

Finally, a reaction crawls across Cassian’s face. A slow grin, a light in his eyes pulsing like the beat of a heart. “Is now the time to tell you that I’ve read everything else that you’ve published?”

“It is not,” she snaps..

To Nesta’s surprise, Cassian does not laugh. Instead, his smile fades and he looks her dead in the eye, waiting until her fire stops spitting. Waiting until she’s really paying attention. “You write beautifully.”

It is nothing but sincere. Nesta knows, because she can read everyone. Usually she finds it exhausting, reading every tell, the smallest shift in facial expression. But with Cassian, she finds herself wanting to know - greedy. 

Heat floods to her cheeks before she can stop it. She looks away from him. “Thank you,” she mutters - without thinking. Then, because it feels like a crack in her armour, she sniffs, “I didn’t think you knew how to read.”

This time, Cassian does laugh, the sound rough and lovely - warm. “Then it turns out I’m full of surprises, Nesta Archeron.”

They leave together in some unspoken agreement that Nesta can’t explain. All she knows is that when she finally scans her writing for the day, truly acknowledges to herself that it’s absolutely useless and that her career is over, the snap of laptop as it closed shut has Cassian shouldering on his rucksack. 

It’s raining outside, the sort of fine drizzle that coats your hair and clothes like fuzz. At the street corner, beneath the weak lamplight, Nesta’s phone starts to buzz. Her laptop bag is only looped over one shoulder to stop the strap rubbing at the scabs on her back, and Nesta tries to juggle the weight of it to free the phone trapped in her pocket, only for it to clatter to the floor. 

Cassian swoops down at the same time that she does, and she’s already thrown off by dropping her phone that the fast movement has her startling, jumping away from him, creating that distance her body needs to feel safe. 

Slowly, Cassian straightens. When he holds out her phone, his arm stretching across the distance between them, it’s with such deliberation that Nesta would pray for the pavement to swallow her up if her heart didn’t feel as if it’s fluttering in her mouth, trying to get out.

For a moment, Nesta studies his outstretched arm. Tries to dull the skittering tempo of her heart before she snatches the phone from him.

She can’t help the additional step she takes away from him.

And it’s not him that’s the threat - it’s the one specific ghost that shadows her every step - but Cassian’s eyes harden. “Who hurt you?”

His question sets Nesta’s heart clamouring even harder. And Nesta feels sick that not only he knows, but that he’s trying to talk to her about it when nobody else dares. It makes her angry again. “What does it matter?”

“It matters.”

Snorting with derision, Nesta pockets her phone. “What so you can be a knight in shining armour? Ride in on a stallion decked out ready for war? What’s in the past is in the past.”

“You believe that?”

At her look of confusion Cassian continues. He does not step towards her, but it feels like it. The distance between them suddenly feels as intimate as the sudden dip in his voice. “You flinch if someone touches you without permission. When someone makes a sudden movement you’re not expecting, you rear back. Last week at the club, when that guy you left with touched the small of your back, you jumped out of your skin.”

Nesta begins to walk because she can’t do it, she can’t look at him and have this conversation that she won’t have with anyone - including herself. “Sounds to me like you’re possessing some stalker-like qualities that you might want to address in your next therapy session, sweetheart.”

Her feet start to eat up the wet pavement, but Cassian keeps up with her as if he’s merely taking a stroll. Nesta doesn’t have to look at him to understand how dark his eyes have become, how they are dissecting her. Ripping her apart, her mask nothing but tattered and bloody ribbons.

“Sounds to me like you don’t know how to deal with someone who actually pays attention to you.”

Nesta’s nostrils flare. “I don’t want someone to pay attention to me. What I want is to live a male-free life unless its on my terms on a wine-fuelled Friday night.”

“I’ve noticed.”

She stops so abruptly anyone would bump into her. But not Cassian. He halts in tandem with her. Merely watches her in a way that has her hackles cresting like a wave. 

Her eyes turn to slits and that fated finger she uses on the rarest of occasions comes out, wielded like a weapon. “Are you judging me?”

“Nesta,” Cassian starts, before he stops. Sighs. “Despite what you might think about me, I’m not  a dick. Your body is your body — one that I greatly enjoyed by the way—”

Before he can continue, Nesta cuts him off. “I don’t look at anyone twice.”

Cassian’s head tilts, just slightly, but the movement is there. “Well, that’s simply not true, is it?”

Nesta actually snorts at the audacity of him. “You’re delusional.”

“What’s delusional is you pretending that our midnight tryst isn’t some of the best sex you’ve ever had.”

“Stop it.”

“Why? Because it’s true?”

“I said stop it.”

And her words are so sharp that Cassian raises his hands in surrender. Lowers them slowly, as if she’s a spooked animal - which she is.

“All right,” he concedes softly and she can tell from his pained expression that he regrets pushing her this far. “Can I walk you home at least?”

Nesta doesn’t deny him that. She can’t.

They walk in a silence that is as heavy as the swollen clouds overhead, bursting with words that will never be said. 

Only when they draw up beside the gate to her block of flats, does Cassian speak. “Consider my gentlemanly duties complete.”

Nesta has the impression that he wanted to deliver an over-flourished bow but didn’t want to risk her wrath. But Nesta has a lump in her throat from earlier that she can’t get rid of, so she questions, “Gentlemanly?”

One dark eyebrow rises in surprises, quickly playing along. “Knight in shining armour?”

“No,” Nesta tells him bluntly and when a laugh breaks out of Cassian, Nesta thinks it might be one of the loveliest things she’s ever seen. On her first impression in that shadowy bar, Cassian had been dark, rugged and mysterious. And he’s still all of those things. But when he laughs, his face comes alive in a way that allows Nesta to glimpse something softer. Something kind.

Nesta doesn’t know the last time a man treated her kindly. 

The sound of the gate clicking open when Nesta swipes her fob against the keypad is so loud its intrusive. It cuts through Nesta’s thoughts. Reminds her what’s important.

“Don’t talk to Feyre.”

The intensity on Cassian’s expression deepens. “About the amazing sex we had or the fact you’ve clearly been assaulted?”

“Both.”

Cassian’s arm twitches and Nesta has the distinct impression he had intended to lay his hand upon her arm before deciding against it. Instead, he snares her gaze and it feels like falling, being drawn in, reeled so close that the distance between them is suddenly nothing but intimate.

“I would never, Nesta.”

The words are so solemn, so sincere, that something twists inside of Nesta - like a rag being wrung of water.

The feeling hurts, like that ache before you cry, because he knows that despite the fact she’s been nothing but horrible to him, he cares about her. 

But Nesta doesn’t deserve his empathy, so her nod is curt and perfunctory. 

“Good,” she tells him. 

The cold metal of the gate bites through her gloves as she pushes it open. She waits until it clangs closed before, on spontaneity, she turns back to look at him. Separated by the metal bars Nesta feels safe and it’s that protection which has her guard dropping. 

And for a moment, Nesta feels as if she’s just a girl talking to a guy. No past to haunt her, no ghosts. Just them.

“Don’t forget your wallet next time.”

There’s a beat of silence. And Nesta knows it to be surprise, but then one corner of Cassian’s mouth ticks upwards again and with it, the world keeps turning. “I wouldn’t dare.”

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[rjalker]

have you tried looking up "how to clean and repair laptop keyboard tutorial" for your specific laptop make & model (which should be written on a sticker on the bottom somewhere)? if the issue comes and goes, it might be that there's something stuck in it, or the contacts are dirty or something. learning from youtube tutorials sucks but usually for something like a laptop keyboard it's simple enough that it works

Thank you! For some reason I hadn't thought of looking up video tutorials! I did also see you can try a can of compressed air, which we might be able to borrow...it seems to be working for now...

[thestoryden]

Once in a Blue Moon

College AU! Tyler Galpin x GN!Reader Warnings: Fluff Words: 1.2k

AU Summary: In this world Nevermore is a prestigious university that only outcasts can get in to. Tyler goes to school online, but after the events of last semester finds that he may have a place their soon.

Tyler sits at his desk. Pecking at the keys of his laptop like that will get him anywhere. The muted clacks that sound from his keyboard don’t seem to reach his ears at all. His eyes wander to his phone. He grabs it and the screen springs to life. He pulls his jaw to the side and smooths his tongue over his teeth. He notes that he still has two hours till work. He huffs. The air he breathes out is strained. He can feel the Hyde itching at him, begging to be let out. He wants to give in, but something catches his attention.

He can feel the shift in himself, boredom to intrigue to panic. A huge mess of white streaks across the yard. Then again. A flash of white. Then a high-pitched whine. The Hyde scratches at the base of Tyler’s brain, like it wants to keep him safe from what is downstairs. Tyler doesn’t listen, he follows his interest this time. Besides, if it was dangerous, he could just transform, he thinks.

Tyler toes his was down the stairs are then makes his way to the door. He looks through the glass, and he can see the distorted figure of an animal. He pulls open the door softly and see the white mass. Now that he is closer, he can tell the bottom half of the creature is soaked in mud. It throws itself against the trash can. The trash cascades down on to the lawn. Tyler barges outside the safety of the house.

“Hey,” He shouts, “Stop that.”

He gets the creature's attention. It snarls at him and goes back to trying to rip open a bag. Tyler can feel the scratch again, it feels like the Hyde is inching its way to the front of his brain. He ignores it. He gets closer.

“Hey! I said, stop it!” He yells.

The creature lowers itself and tenses its muscles. It lunges at Tyler and knocks him back. The wet grass tickles at the back of his neck, the dampness absorbing in to his shirt. The creature growls and bares its teeth. Warm air from its shout pushes on to Tyler’s chilled face. The Hyde can’t take it anymore. Tyler can feel it rip itself out of him. His face twisting and his bones snapping. The muddy creature rears back and slips on the slick grass. It falls back and lets out a broken yelp. Some part of Tyler hears it, and he reins the Hyde back in. Stuff it down as far as he can till, he can only feel its incessant scratch in his feet.

The creature tries to scramble away, but Tyler reflexively grabs hold of its tail. It screeches as its bones snap and twist. Something that Tyler hadn’t though of yet tickles at the back of his brain. Werewolf. The creature slowly transforms back in to a human. Tyler hears his dad’s truck grumbles down the road in the distance.

He knows no matter what he does that he won’t come out of this unscathed if his dad see this. The now human creature shakes, eyes wide with fears. Tyler takes off his flannel and throws it over the creature. He tries to pick up them up, but finds them surprisingly heavy. He wraps the shirt around them the best he can then half drags, half carries them inside and upstairs to his room. Tyler places them in the shower as they shake violently. They don’t attempt to move, they just stare.

“Tyler? What’s with the mess in the yard?” His dad calls out, “And in the house?”

“My friend came over to study.” Tyler replies, “… Then fell…taking out the trash…”

Sheriff Galpin’s heavy boots slap against the stairs.

“And where is that friend now, Tyler?” He questions.

“In the shower.” Tyler responds a little too quick.

“The shower isn’t running.” He says flatly.

Tyler pulls a strained smile, “I have to show them how to turn it out, different controls here.”

He peeks into his bathroom and adjusts the temperature.

“See, all good.”

“Well, I want to meet this ‘friend’ once they are done,” he states, “And Tyler, clean up the mess downstairs.”

“Got it dad.” Tyler can feel his irritation trigger his Hyde. The scratching feeling starts up again, bubbling up his legs. He tries his best to push it down. Right now, it was not the time to let it overtake him, even if he wanted desperately to.

 He pops back in to the bathroom. They are shielding themselves from the water that is pelting down from the shower head. Tyler opens the glass door to the shower and flips off the water. The mud swirls and settles near the drain. They are still impossibly dirty.

Tyler sighs, “God, have you never taken a shower before.”

They let out a soft, stressed whine.

Tyler grimaces to show his discomfort, “Maybe not in a very long time.”

He grabs a wash cloth from the cabinet and turns the water on just a little bit. Tyler pours some soap in to the wash cloth and hands it to them. To his surprise, they accept it.

“Now clean up with this and the water, okay, I’ll be back with some clothes.” Tyler guides.

Tyler leaves to riffle through his closet. Everything is essentially the same, T-shirt, flannel, and jeans. There were a few odds in ends, but Tyler grabs what he knows. A light brown shirt, a white flannel with brown and red patterning, and some jeans. It dawns on him that the jeans aren’t needed, so he opts for pajama pants with a tie instead. Tyler takes his clothes and goes in to the bathroom.

“Hey, are you done? I got you some clo-.” Tyler cuts himself short.

The smell was overpowering, the whole bathroom smelled like wet dog. He was realized before, he was so confused by their reaction to the water, he didn’t even take note of the smell.

“Are you clean yet?” Tyler asks.

He peaks his head in the shower. They are dripping wet, but not dripping mud anymore.

“That works.” Tyler says, “Let’s get you a towel and dry you off.”

“Clean. Done.” They repeat them to Tyler, with a pitch and infliction so similar it sounds like he is hearing a distortion of his own voice.

“Okay,” Tyler pauses, “That’s kind of weird, but I’ll take it.”

He hands them a towel. It is plush and dry, and they rub their face against it. As they dry off, Tyler notices something that he hadn’t before, their ears hadn’t gone back to being human. They were still wolf ears, just in the position that human ears should be. He reaches out to touch them, part of him thinks of them as unreal, even after all he is witnessed. They pull back immediately and growl. The familiar scratching feeling runs up Tyler’s leg and in to his torso. He pushes it down again.

“Okay, I think you’ll need a hat for those.” He says.

They step out of the shower and take the clothes Tyler offered.

As they put them on, Tyler asks, “So do you have a name or something.”

“Name.” They repeat back to him, it sounds almost like an echo.

“Yeah, do you have one?” He questions.

“Have one.” They say back.

It clicks, “You can only repeat what you hear?”

“Repeat.” Their voice comes out near exact as Tyler’s

[sterek-ao3feed-archive]

in the middle of the night

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51787864 by Anonymous Stiles leans back against his pillows and hits play on his laptop. He made sure it’s sitting a careful distance away, on the other side of him than the lube. Cleaning lube out of a laptop keyboard is an absolute bitch—ask him how he knows. ~ Stiles is jerking off. Derek shows up. This works out very well for both of them. Words: 1681, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn Watching, Masturbation, Anal Sex, Bottom Derek Hale read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51787864

[edgarsravencawcawbtches]

Y'all I wrote a story.

It's called 'Lost and Loved'

The golden honey of the afternoon tumbles through the claw torn curtains and trails across the room. I lay, limbs outstretched, sucking up the warmth. Anagi sits cross legged and cross faced in front of her laptop. Tear streaked tissues are crumpled on her desk. I do not understand her stress, but I can feel it. It coils around the room like smoke, thick and heavy, choking. 

We stay like this until the world chills and hunger begins to gnaw at me. I stretch as if I have been sleeping for hours, which I have, and knead the carpet.

With the carpet thoroughly softened I make my way to Anagi and rub against her legs. She pauses her work to shower me in compliments, “Your motor is on Priya. You’re as loud as a sports car aren’t you?” Then she voices what I’ve been waiting for, “I think it's time for your dinner.” Satisfaction is stark on my face. 

Anagi leaves and I follow her to my bowl, all the while telling her to hurry.

“Meow to you too, miss magoo.” She replies, understanding what my cries mean.

Half a scoop of dry food, quarter can of wet food. I gobble it as fast as I can, I want to return to her company. 

Do not forget to feed yourself Anagi.

She does not get herself any food. Instead she strides right back to the slumping chair, blinding screen, and tissue filled table. Why does she ignore her needs? Does her tummy not tell her to eat? What is more important than satisfying her body? I do not know. I do not understand.

The tip-tap pitter-pat of the keys mark the words that form on the screen only to disappear, then form again. A washing machine of words repeating itself, never clean enough, never enough.

Anagi, see how I care for you?

I snuggle close and rub my cheek on her hand. 

"I wish you could proofread this Priya,” her head sinks into her hands. “I feel like you'd be a little genius, wouldn't you? Everybody would love you." she said the words like a sigh, listless and broken.

I am already loved.

Waves radiate from Anagi like heat above a flame, distorting her reality. The fire burning inside her scares me, makes me restless. In a fire, you must run.

I paw at her hand, bat it away from the keys. In return she scratches my neck. I leap from her lap. Onto her keyboard. Blocking her access.

“Priya, stop it! I’m trying to work!” She picks me up and dumps me on the floor.

I climb the back of her chair. Claws gripping like velcro. I attack the hair across her shoulders. 

Turn around Anagi.

She does, but only long enough to knock me off.

Rude.

I change my strategy. I race across the room and out the door. I skid wildly as I turn the corner. My back end swings into the wall. It struggles to change direction. I bolt to the box of toys in the playroom. Manically I dig to find the perfect toy. I find it buried at the bottom. The stick that dangles a mouse from a string. 

Yes!

I bite it and scramble back to Anagi as fast as I can. The stick drags beneath me. I run with my legs slightly to the side so I do not step on it. It produces an odd little waddle which is not nearly as fast as I want. 

Holding the mouse in my maw. I meow at Anagi and reach up at her seat.

Anagi, play with me!

“Priya I can’t right now. I’m trying to do work.” Her eyes never lift from the screen.

I need her to look away from her work. Then she will leave it be. I run and jump at the wall. I tear a poster down. It crumples on the floor. Surely she will look. 

She does not.

I scuttle along her bed. Pounce on her pillow. I tumble off the side. I fall on the floor in a heap. Now, she will look.

Yet she does not.

I gallop towards her. I throw myself on her desk. I meow my most desperate cry!

Anagi sighs.

She reaches out and stokes me, for her consolation and my comfort. 

“I still can’t play with you though. I need to get this done.” her eyes, a jumbled mix of sulk and serious, lift from the screen to meet mine.

She returns her focus to her work. One hand caressing my fur, the other skimming over the keys.

NO. Play with me Anagi!

I bite her hand. Gently, of course. Just enough to make her stare.

“You’re crazy, you know that?”. Her voice breaks, echoing her resolve. “But I still love you.”

She picks up the stick and dangles the mouse in front of my face. I chase it across the floor. Anagi giggles.

The flame that had been burning inside her sizzled and shrank then went out.

A puff of smoke rose and dissipated. 

I love you Anagi.

[maccaresolution]

The iPad Pro is a powerful device that combines the portability of a tablet with the functionality of a laptop. Whether you use it for work, creativity, or entertainment, there are several tips and tricks that can help you get the most out of your iPad Pro.

Here Are Ten Tips and Tricks That You Should Know in 20231. Use a Mouse and Keyboard With Your iPad One of the best features of the iPad Pro is its compatibility with external accessories. You can connect a Bluetooth mouse and keyboard to enhance your productivity and make your iPad Pro feel more like a traditional computer. Simply go to Settings > Bluetooth and pair your accessories.

2. Drag and Drop Text Between Apps With the iPad Pro’s multitasking capabilities, you can easily drag and drop text between different apps. Simply select the text you want to move, long-press on it, and then drag it to the desired app. This feature makes it convenient to share information between apps without the need for copying and pasting.

3. Use App Library to Keep Your Home Screen Clean If your home screen is cluttered with apps, you can take advantage of the App Library feature introduced in iOS 14. Swipe all the way to the right on your home screen to access the App Library, which organizes your apps into categories automatically. It helps you keep your home screen clean and makes it easier to find the apps you need.

4. Use an Apple Pencil If you own an Apple Pencil, make the most of it by utilizing its full range of features. The Apple Pencil is perfect for note-taking, drawing, and annotating documents. It also offers gesture controls that allow you to perform tasks quickly, such as double-tapping the pencil to switch between tools.

5. Take Advantage of Widgets Widgets provide at-a-glance information and quick access to your favorite apps. On your iPad Pro, you can add widgets to your home screen by swiping right, tapping the Edit button at the bottom, and selecting the “+” button. Experiment with different widgets to find the ones that suit your needs and help you stay organized.

6. Use Quick Notes Quick Notes is a handy feature that lets you jot down notes quickly without needing to open a dedicated note-taking app. Simply swipe from the bottom-right corner of the screen with an Apple Pencil or your finger to open Quick Notes. You can even activate it from the Control Center.

7. Use Your iPad as a Second Screen With the Sidecar feature, you can use your iPad Pro as a second screen for your Mac. This is especially useful for multitasking or when you need more screen real estate. To enable Sidecar, go to System Preferences on your Mac, click on Sidecar, and select your iPad from the list of available devices.

8. Enhance Safari With Extensions In iPadOS 15, Safari supports extensions, allowing you to customize your browsing experience. You can add extensions like ad blockers, password managers, and translation tools to enhance your productivity and privacy. To manage your Safari extensions, go to Settings > Safari > Extensions.

9. Multitask with Stage Manager Stage Manager is a powerful tool that makes multitasking on the iPad Pro more efficient. It allows you to create custom layouts with multiple apps and switch between them seamlessly. To access Stage Manager, swipe up from the bottom of the screen and drag an app to the side to open it in Slide Over or Split View.

10. Find Anything With Spotlight Spotlight is an incredibly useful feature on your iPad that allows you to find anything you need quickly. If you haven’t used Spotlight before, here’s how to access it: On your Home Screen, simply swipe down, and you’ll see the search bar right there. Once you’re in Spotlight, you’ll find a range of options to search for exactly what you’re looking for. Along with Siri Suggestions, which intelligently recommends apps based on your usage history, the search bar is where the magic happens. Simply tap into it, and you can start searching for various things.

Conclusion Counterfeit products are everywhere. If you’re tempted to buy a fake Apple charger because of its cheap price, remember the potential hazards it will bring. These counterfeit chargers can not only harm your device but also pose serious risks such as overheating, electric shocks, or even fires

To be safe, it is strongly advised to purchase Apple accessories exclusively from Apple or trusted suppliers and third-party vendors who are certified by Apple.

[exellercomputer]

How to Replace Your Laptop Keyboard: A Comprehensive Guide

The laptop keyboard replacement is one of the most crucial components of your laptop, serving as your primary interface for typing and commands. Over time, keys can become unresponsive, sticky, or damaged due to heavy use or accidents. Replacing a faulty keyboard can restore your laptop’s functionality and improve your typing experience. This guide provides a step-by-step approach to help you replace your laptop keyboard efficiently.

Why Replace Your Laptop Keyboard?

Unresponsive Keys: Keys that don’t register when pressed or frequently miss characters can be frustrating and hinder productivity.

Sticky or Jammed Keys: Keys that stick or jam can disrupt typing and may be caused by dust, debris, or liquid spills.

Physical Damage: Cracked, broken, or damaged keys can affect usability and may require replacement to ensure proper function.

Aesthetic Reasons: If the keyboard has visible wear and tear, replacing it can improve the appearance of your laptop.

Steps to Replace a Laptop Keyboard

1. Identify the Right Replacement Keyboard

Check Compatibility: Ensure that the replacement keyboard is compatible with your specific laptop model. You can find this information in your laptop’s user manual or on the manufacturer’s website.

Purchase from a Reputable Source: Buy the replacement keyboard from a reliable vendor or directly from the laptop manufacturer to ensure quality and compatibility.

2. Gather the Necessary Tools

Screwdrivers: Typically, you’ll need a small Phillips head screwdriver.

Plastic Pry Tools: To help with disassembling the laptop without damaging it.

Tweezers: For handling small screws or components.

Anti-static Wrist Strap (optional): To prevent static discharge that can damage internal components.

3. Power Down and Disconnect the Laptop

Turn off the laptop and disconnect it from any power source.

Remove the battery (if removable) to ensure there is no power running through the device.

4. Access the Keyboard

Remove the Screws: Depending on your laptop model, you may need to remove screws from the back panel or under the battery to access the keyboard. Some laptops have screws directly on the bottom or around the keyboard.

Pry Off the Bezel: Use a plastic pry tool to gently remove the bezel or frame around the keyboard. Be careful not to crack or damage the plastic.

Detach the Old Keyboard: Locate and gently lift the keyboard. You may need to disconnect a ribbon cable or connector that attaches the keyboard to the motherboard.

5. Install the New Keyboard

Connect the New Keyboard: Attach the ribbon cable or connector from the new keyboard to the motherboard. Ensure it is firmly in place.

Position and Secure the Keyboard: Place the new keyboard into the slot and align it properly. Replace any screws or clips that hold the keyboard in place.

Reattach the Bezel: Snap the bezel or frame back into place around the keyboard.

6. Reassemble and Test

Replace the Battery: If you removed it, reinsert the battery and reconnect any power sources.

Power On the Laptop: Turn on your laptop and test the new keyboard to ensure all keys are functioning correctly.

Tips for a Successful Keyboard Replacement

Consult the Manual: Refer to your laptop’s manual or online guides specific to your model for detailed instructions and diagrams.

Handle with Care: Be gentle when prying open or handling internal components to avoid damaging delicate parts.

Clean Your Laptop: While you have the keyboard removed, take the opportunity to clean any dust or debris inside your laptop to improve overall performance.

Backup Important Data: Although keyboard replacement doesn’t typically affect data, it’s always a good practice to back up important files before performing hardware changes.

Conclusion

Replacing a laptop keyboard can breathe new life into your device, improving both functionality and aesthetics. By following these steps and handling components carefully, you can successfully replace your keyboard and enjoy a better typing experience. If you encounter difficulties or are unsure about any step, consider seeking professional help to ensure the replacement is done correctly and safely.

[makcityr]

What is Flexgate Issue with MacBook Pro Display?

“Flexgate” is a term used to describe display backlight problems that result from a damaged display flex cable. It is a known issue that affects some models of MacBook Pro. It is caused by a design flaw in the display ribbon cable, which can fail prematurely due to repeated opening and closing of the laptop’s lid. This can result in a range of issues, including a dim or flickering display, a backlight that doesn’t work, or a display that only works at certain angles.

To understand how to avoid Flexgate, it’s important to first understand how it happens. The MacBook’s display is connected to the logic board by a flexible ribbon cable. When the laptop is opened and closed repeatedly, the cable can become worn and damaged over time. In some cases, this can lead to a failure of the cable, which results in the display issues described above.

If you’re experiencing issues with your MacBook’s display, it’s important to get it checked out by a qualified repair technician as soon as possible. In some cases, the issue may be caused by something other than Flexgate, such as a faulty display or logic board. However, if Flexgate is the issue, the technician will need to replace the display ribbon cable to fix the problem.

Which MacBook Models Experience the Flexgate Issue?

The primary manifestation of this design flaw is found in the MacBook Pro models from 2016 and 2017, impacting both the 13-inch and 15-inch variants.

A1708 — MacBook Pro (13-inch, 2016 Without-Touch Bar)

A1708 — MacBook Pro (13-inch, 2017 Without-Touch Bar)

A1706 — MacBook Pro (13-inch, 2016 With-Touch Bar)

A1706 — MacBook Pro (13-inch, 2017 With-Touch Bar)

A1707 — MacBook Pro (15-inch, 2016 With-Touch Bar)

A1707 — MacBook Pro (15-inch, 2017 With-Touch Bar)

Flexgate is a frustrating issue that can affect some MacBook models. The best way to avoid it is to take good care of your MacBook and avoid excessive opening and closing of the lid. If you’re experiencing display issues, it’s important to have your MacBook checked out by a qualified technician as soon as possible to determine the cause of the issue and get it fixed

What are the causes of MacBook Flexgate Issue?

Understanding the Flexgate issue plaguing MacBook Pro models requires taking a closer look at their redesign in 2016. Prior to this, the MacBook Pro display controller or logic board was situated inside the hinge cover at the base of the display. This meant that the wire connected to it remained stationary and undisturbed.

However, with the redesign, multiple cables were now incorporated within the flex or ribbon. Typically, the backlight tends to give way first, leading to various backlight-related malfunctions. The damage usually occurs in stages.

The first stage is marked by the ���stage light” effect, where only some of the connection lines have worn out, but the cable is still intact.

The next stage is when the cable cracks but remains connected in a loose manner. When the lid is opened, the cable stretches, and the connection breaks, leading to symptom #2, where the display goes blank beyond the halfway point.

The final stage is when the cable is entirely fractured, leading to complete backlight failure and a black display.

In some cases, the graphics-related flex cable can break instead of the backlight cable, causing symptom #4, which is vertical bright areas at the bottom of the screen, large vertical bars on the display, or complete display failure.

Dust accumulation can potentially exacerbate the Flexgate issue on MacBook Pro and MacBook Air models. As the display is opened and closed, dust particles can get trapped between the display and the keyboard, causing friction and wearing down the fragile flex cable. Over time, this can lead to the cable’s degradation and eventual failure. Additionally, dust can accumulate on the cable itself, causing it to overheat and degrade more quickly. Regular cleaning and maintenance of the MacBook’s display and keyboard can help prevent dust accumulation and potentially prolong the life of the flex cable.

Precautions

To prevent or reduce the chances of the Flexgate issue caused by dust accumulation, you can take the following precautions:

Keep your MacBook clean: Regularly clean your MacBook using a soft, lint-free cloth to remove any dust and debris that may accumulate on or around the display area.

Avoid using your MacBook in dusty environments: Dust can easily accumulate in the hinge area if you use your MacBook in dusty environments. Try to use it in clean environments as much as possible.

Keep your MacBook closed when not in use: When you’re not using your MacBook, keep it closed to prevent dust and other particles from settling on the display or inside the hinge area.

Get your MacBook serviced regularly: It’s a good idea to get your MacBook serviced by a professional technician regularly, especially if you notice any signs of dust or debris accumulation around the display area or hinge.

By taking these precautions, you can reduce the risk of dust accumulation leading to the Flexgate issue and potentially extend the life of your MacBook’s display cable.

What is the price of fixing the flexgate issue on a MacBook?

The cost of MacBook Pro Flexgate Repair is fixed amount of ₹6,000/- + 18% GSTat MakCity. This is applicable for Models A1707, A1708 and A1706.

We offer cost-effective MacBook flexgate repair services, addressing the MacBook Pro backlight issue related to the Apple Flexgate Problem, and we can typically resolve it on the same day.

Does MacBook Air have Flexgate?

Yes, the Flexgate issue can also occur in some models of the MacBook Air. The MacBook Air models that were manufactured from 2018 onwards have a similar display design as the MacBook Pro, which means they could be susceptible to the same Flexgate issue. However, it is important to note that not all MacBook Air models are affected by this issue.

It is always a good idea to keep an eye out for any potential display issues in your MacBook Air, such as flickering or a dimming backlight. If you notice any of these symptoms, it is important to get your MacBook Air checked by an authorized Apple repair technician as soon as possible.

Is it possible to repair flexgate issue on MacBook?

Yes, it is possible to repair the Flexgate issue on a MacBook. However, it is a complex and delicate repair that requires skilled technicians and specialized equipment. In most cases, the damaged flex cable needs to be replaced with a new one. The replacement cable needs to be longer and more durable than the original to prevent the same issue from happening again.

It is recommended to get the repair done by an authorized Apple service provider or a reputable third-party repair center that has experience in repairing MacBook Flexgate issues. Attempting to repair it on your own or taking it to an unqualified repair shop can result in further damage to your MacBook.

It’s important to note that if your MacBook is still under warranty or AppleCare, you should contact Apple directly for repair or replacement.

Why choose MakCity for flexgate issue?

If you’re looking for a reliable laptop service center to repair your MacBook Pro or MacBook Air with flexgate issue, MakCity is your go-to destination. Our expert technicians are equipped to repair the flex cable depending on the laptop’s condition, and if necessary, replace the entire display panel. We pride ourselves on providing top-notch repair service and customer satisfaction. So if you’re facing a Flexgate issue or any other laptop issue, turn to the professionals at MakCity.

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32GB Mini-ITX Laptop Performance, portability Experiment

Mini ITX Motherboard

The Mini-ITX board became a laptop with 32GB of RAM and a battery. Because it’s passively cooled, the Mini-ITX laptop has no fan noise. SFF lets you turn a Mini-ITX motherboard into a laptop. Due of its passive cooling, Fanless Tech brought APU-enthusiast’s completed construction project to our attention. Passive cooling uses a heatsink and natural air dissipation, therefore considerable breathing area is recommended.

The construction specs are minimal yet usable for basic computing and light gaming/emulation. A 1TB Muskhin pilot-e NVMe Gen 3 drive is linked to ASRock’s N100DC-ITX board and 32 GB of 3200 MT/s Mushkin Essentials DDR4 RAM.

The Intel N100, included inside the ASRock N100DC-ITX motherboard, has 4 cores and 4 threads of Alder Lake architecture. It uses the Intel UHD graphics engine, which limits it compared to modern Intel iGPUs.

Despite those limitations, it’s astonishing to run all of this on a battery in a bespoke chassis that turns it into a dual-screen laptop. It can simulate Nintendo 3DS games, so is it that bad? Ayaneo Flip DS can replicate Switch in a smaller form factor, but individuals develop these projects for fun, not practicality.

Besides being a working Mini-ITX laptop, the two screens are creative. As shown in the images above and the original gallery, the bottom screen can be utilised as a touchscreen keyboard or to improve emulation/media consumption. Since the design is being demoed with 3DS emulation, the dual-screen option may have been influenced by that workload. This project achieves all it sets out to, making it hard to criticise. It looks almost clean enough to be a consumer laptop (in a retro-futuristic 90s style), but it won’t perform like a high-end gaming laptop.

Successful projects like this make us wonder how fast a “proper” Mini-ITX laptop project may be with active cooling and newer board/CPU combos like ASRock’s Core i9-capable MITX board. The Mini-ITX laptop proof of concept is here, but such designs may require large external power bricks! Another SFF. Network man used “Thin ITX” too. A mostly handworked laptop prototype with a thin mini-ITX (hence “thin ITX“) motherboard using a 17.3” display and Li-ion battery.

Since laptops have proprietary motherboards that can’t be replaced, upgrading to current-generation technology usually requires buying a new laptop. You’d also need to alter the keyboard and other parts of a normal laptop.

Framework’s answer is their own motherboard specification, which they hope to support in the future and combines well with their other components for a sleek system. This is the lightest motherboard standard that supports powerful, socketed hardware and is supported by companies who deliver boards for new chipsets quickly.

Here’s a good introduction to thin ITX, along with forum postings. Intel designated it in 2011 for DIY AIOs. That didn’t take off, but it’s still popular, but it’s aimed at industrial users for embedded applications, making it hard for private persons like me to buy. However, various qualities make it acceptable for this purpose.

Advantages

Half the thickness of tiny ITX + Boards like Mitac PH12ADI and ASRock IMB-1240-WV support socketed desktop CPUs and IGPUs, whereas similar-sized boards feature lesser hardware.

The device provides wide-voltage DC power via a jack and can use laptop power bricks instead of ATX power supplies, making it similar to an integrated Pico PSU.

Internal 4-pin ATX power connector for battery connection + eDP/LVDS connectors for laptop displays� + SODIMM RAM, M.2 WiFi, and storage ports are common laptop interfaces.

Common desktop interfaces for modding include USB 2.0/3.0, audio, PCI-E (up to x16), and several I/O ports.

The drawbacks of lesser VRMs include a limited power draw of “~65 W TDP” (~100 W real), which is nevertheless efficient for laptop use. Priorities for industry may include dual ethernet and stock BIOSes without overclocking or memory customisation, albeit this is comparable to most laptop BIOSes. IGPUs are easier to incorporate than DGPUs due to space constraints, hence AMD doesn’t do well here. Recent releases include the inexpensive ASRock X300TM-ITX, which supports the 5600G/5700G from Q2 2021.

Boards can sometimes deviate from specs. Sometimes “know your motherboard” means having the proper DC jack plug, display, and/or USB header cables. Choosing a single manufacturer (e.g. Mitac or ASRock) simplifies production plans and specs.

Mini-ITX Technical specs

It’s mostly immaterial, however the prototype has a Mitac PH12CMI, i7-10700, 130 W power brick, self-made Sony VTC6 battery pack (4S1P), and N173HGE L21 display.

Windows and Kubuntu 22.04 (LTS) work.

Prototype keyboard is Dell Precision 7510 UK. Only the keyboard switches are wired to a Teensy 4.0 because it’s too much work to connect the backlight, extra mouse buttons, and trackpoint.

Aliexpress sold me a USB touchpad with three independent buttons.

Laptop keyboards and touchpads usually integrate via FPC wires, but USB is easier. The extra power draw is minor .

Making a working laptop out of a Mini-ITX board is a difficult but worthwhile do-it-yourself project. What features and specs to anticipate are as follows:

Qualities:

Extremely customisable: The Mini-ITX board and its parts, so you may adjust performance and features to suit your requirements.

Potentially Portable: Compared to a full desktop PC, it is portable even if it is probably thicker than a business laptop.

Unusual Build Experience: Provides DIY enthusiasts with a fulfilling challenge.

Details (Points to Be Considered):

Processing Power: Low-power processors (APUs) appropriate for simple jobs and light gaming are frequently found on mini-ITX boards. Think of a board that has a GPU integrated in for graphics processing.

Cooling: Because of space restrictions, effective cooling is essential. While active cooling (fans) necessitates careful design for noise and airflow management, passive cooling (heatsinks) may have limitations.

Battery Life: Including a battery increases the amount of work. Due to size constraints, the battery capacity will be smaller than that of commercial laptops.

Screen: Requires a laptop display panel to be connected to the video output of the motherboard.

Keyboard and Trackpad: Requires a thin keyboard and trackpad, which may be custom-built or salvaged from previous computers.

Case: One important component of the project is the chassis. You can alter an existing laptop casing or create a custom case using 3D printing.

All things considered, a Mini-ITX laptop provides a distinctive and adaptable computing experience. But remember the drawbacks when it comes to cooling, battery life, and overall size in comparison to business computers.

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How to Factory Reset Lenovo Laptop Without Novo Button 2023

To factory reset a lenovo laptop without the novo button, you can use the windows installation media or the windows 10 settings app. Resetting a lenovo laptop to its factory settings is a useful way to resolve software issues or prepare the device for a fresh start. However, not all lenovo laptops have a novo button, which is traditionally used to access the recovery options. In this article, we will explore two alternative methods for factory resetting a lenovo laptop without the novo button. By following these instructions, you will be able to reset your lenovo laptop to its original settings and restore its performance.

Using The Windows Settings

Step-By-Step Instructions On How To Reset Using Windows Settings Resetting your lenovo laptop to its factory settings can be easily accomplished using the windows settings. This method offers convenience and simplicity, as it eliminates the need for the novo button. The best part is that it is compatible with various lenovo laptop models. To achieve a successful factory reset using windows settings, follow these step-by-step instructions: - Open the start menu: Click on the windows start button located at the bottom-left corner of your screen. - Access the settings: From the start menu, select the gear-shaped settings icon. It will open the windows settings window. - Choose the update & security option: Within the windows settings window, locate and click on the "update & security" option. This will open the update & security menu. - Navigate to recovery: In the update & security menu, choose the "recovery" option from the sidebar. This will display recovery options on the right side of the window. - Select the get started button: Under the "reset this pc" section, click on the "get started" button. This will initiate the factory reset process. - Choose the reset option: You will be presented with two reset options: "keep my files" and "remove everything". Select the option that best suits your needs. Note that selecting "remove everything" will erase all files and settings from your laptop. - Confirm the reset: After selecting your desired reset option, the system will prompt you to confirm your decision. Read the warning message carefully and click on the "next" button to proceed. - Initiate the reset: Finally, click on the "reset" button to initiate the factory reset process. Your lenovo laptop will restart and begin the reset process. - Wait for the reset to complete: The reset process may take some time, so be patient. Your laptop will restart multiple times during the process. It is important not to interrupt the reset or turn off your laptop. - Follow the on-screen prompts: Once the reset is complete, you will need to follow the on-screen prompts to set up your lenovo laptop again. This includes selecting your region, keyboard layout, and creating a user account. By following these simple steps, you can reset your lenovo laptop to its factory settings using the windows settings. Enjoy the convenience and ease of this method, which is compatible with a range of lenovo laptop models. Remember to back up any important files before proceeding with the reset process.

Accessing Advanced Startup Options

How To Access The Advanced Startup Options Menu On Lenovo Laptops Accessing the advanced startup options menu on your lenovo laptop is essential if you want to perform a factory reset without the novo button. This menu allows you to access various troubleshooting options and recovery tools that can help you resolve issues with your laptop. Whether you need to fix a software problem or wipe your laptop clean, the advanced startup options menu is the gateway to these solutions. To access the advanced startup options menu on your lenovo laptop, follow these steps: - Start by turning off your laptop and making sure it is completely powered down. - Press the "power" button to turn on your laptop. - As soon as the lenovo logo appears on the screen, press and hold the "shift" key. - Keep holding the "shift" key until the windows recovery environment (winre) screen appears. - In the winre screen, select "troubleshoot" to proceed to the next step. - Next, click on "reset this pc" to initiate the factory reset process. - You will be presented with two options: "keep my files" and "remove everything." Choose the option that best suits your needs. - If you select "keep my files," windows will remove apps and settings but retain your personal files. If you choose "remove everything," windows will remove all personal files, apps, and settings. - After selecting your preferred option, follow the on-screen instructions to complete the factory reset process. - Once the factory reset process is complete, your lenovo laptop will restart, and you can begin setting it up as if it were new. By accessing the advanced startup options menu on your lenovo laptop, you can easily perform a factory reset without the need for the novo button. Just follow these step-by-step instructions, and you'll be able to resolve software issues or start with a clean slate on your laptop. Remember to back up any important files before proceeding with the factory reset to avoid losing valuable data. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2N7hdHVO2C4

Utilizing The Onekey Recovery Software

The onekey recovery software is a powerful tool that allows lenovo laptop users to easily reset their devices to factory settings without the need for the novo button. This software provides a convenient and efficient solution for those who are experiencing issues with their laptops or simply want to start fresh. Let's explore how to launch and use the onekey recovery software for a factory reset, as well as the benefits it offers. Brief Introduction To The Onekey Recovery Software - The onekey recovery software is a built-in feature in lenovo laptops that allows users to restore their devices to factory settings. - It is a reliable and efficient tool designed to simplify the reset process without the need for external assistance. Instructions On How To Launch And Use The Software For A Factory Reset - Launching the onekey recovery software is a breeze. Simply follow these steps: - Start your lenovo laptop and wait until the lenovo logo appears on the screen. - Press the "f2" key repeatedly to enter the bios setup utility. - In the bios setup utility, navigate to the "boot" tab using the arrow keys. - Locate the "boot mode" option and change it to "legacy support". - Save the changes and exit the bios setup utility by pressing the "f10" key. - Now, restart your laptop. - Once your laptop restarts, you can proceed with the factory reset using the onekey recovery software. Here's how: - While the lenovo logo is displayed on the screen, press the "f12" key repeatedly to enter the boot menu. - Use the arrow keys to select the "boot from " option and press "enter". - The onekey recovery software will now launch, providing you with various reset options. - Choose the "restore from initial backup" or "restore from user's backup" option based on your preference. - Follow the on-screen instructions to complete the factory reset process. Benefits Of Using The Onekey Recovery Software For Resetting Lenovo Laptops - Simplified process: The onekey recovery software streamlines the factory reset process, eliminating the need for complex procedures or technical expertise. - Time-saving: With just a few simple steps, the software allows you to restore your lenovo laptop to its original settings quickly, saving you valuable time. - Convenience: You can easily access the onekey recovery software from the boot menu, providing you with a hassle-free way to reset your device. - Reliable and secure: The software ensures that your lenovo laptop is reset to its factory settings, erasing any personal data or problematic configurations. - Accessibility: The onekey recovery software is readily available on lenovo laptops, making it accessible to all users and eliminating the need for additional software or tools. The onekey recovery software offers a straightforward and efficient solution for resetting lenovo laptops to factory settings. Whether you're encountering issues or simply want a clean slate, this software provides a reliable and convenient option. By following the easy-to-use instructions, you can benefit from a streamlined process that saves time and ensures your laptop is reset to its original state. Embrace the power of the onekey recovery software and experience the convenience it brings to resetting your lenovo laptop.

Performing A System Restore

Explanation Of What A System Restore Is And How It Differs From A Factory Reset: - A system restore is a process that reverts your lenovo laptop's operating system to an earlier state, ensuring that any recent changes or issues are undone. - Unlike a factory reset, which erases all data and settings, a system restore focuses solely on the system files and configurations. - This means that personal files, programs, and applications will remain intact, making it a convenient option when you're experiencing software-related problems. Step-By-Step Guide On Conducting A System Restore On Lenovo Laptops: - Start by accessing the start menu or pressing the windows key on your keyboard. - Select the "settings" icon, which resembles a gear. - In the settings menu, click on the "update & security" option. - Navigate to the "recovery" tab on the left-hand side. - Under the "advanced startup" section, click on the "restart now" button. This will restart your laptop and bring up the advanced startup options. - Choose the "troubleshoot" option, followed by "advanced options." - In the advanced options menu, select "system restore." - You'll be presented with a list of available restore points. These are snapshots of your system taken at different times. Choose the restore point that was created before you encountered the problem you're trying to fix. - Follow the on-screen instructions to complete the system restore process. Note that this may take some time and your laptop will restart multiple times. - Once the system restore is complete, your lenovo laptop will be reverted back to the earlier state, hopefully resolving the issue you were facing. Mentioning The Specific Scenarios Where A System Restore Might Be The Preferred Option: - When you're experiencing software issues, such as frequent crashes, freezing, or errors. - If your lenovo laptop is infected with malware or viruses that cannot be completely removed through antivirus software. - After installing a problematic driver or software update that is causing compatibility problems. - When you want to undo changes made to system files or configurations that are causing unwanted behavior. Remember, performing a system restore should always be approached with caution as you may lose any software installations or updates made after the selected restore point. It's advisable to back up any important files before proceeding.

Troubleshooting And Common Issues

Factory resetting your lenovo laptop can be a useful troubleshooting step if you're experiencing issues with your device. However, without the traditional novo button, the process may seem a bit daunting. Don't worry, we've got you covered! In this section, we'll address potential difficulties you may encounter during the factory reset process and provide troubleshooting tips for common issues. If problems persist, we'll also offer recommendations on seeking professional help. Addressing Potential Difficulties That Users May Encounter During The Factory Reset Process: - Missing novo button: If your lenovo laptop doesn't have a novo button, you can still perform a factory reset by accessing the reset options through the bios menu. Consult your laptop's user manual or the lenovo support website for specific instructions on how to navigate to the bios menu on your model. - No recovery partition: Some older lenovo laptops may not have a recovery partition, which is essential for factory resetting. In this case, you may need to create a recovery usb drive using the official lenovo recovery media tool or contact lenovo support for alternate solutions. Troubleshooting Tips For Common Issues Like Unsuccessful Reset Attempts Or Frozen Screens: - Unsuccessful reset attempts: If your factory reset attempts are unsuccessful, it could be due to various reasons such as software glitches or incompatible hardware. Try the following troubleshooting tips: - Ensure your laptop is plugged into a power source to prevent any interruptions during the reset process. - Restart your laptop and try the factory reset process again. - Disconnect any external devices like usb drives or printers before attempting the reset. - If the issue persists, consider performing a clean installation of the operating system or contact lenovo support for further assistance. - Frozen screens during reset: If your screen freezes during the factory reset process, it could be due to system instability or incompatible drivers. Here are some steps to help you address this issue: - Wait for some time to see if the screen unfreezes and the reset process continues. Sometimes, the system may be struggling with background tasks. - If waiting doesn't resolve the issue, force restart your laptop by holding down the power button until it shuts down. Then, power it back on and attempt the factory reset again. - If the freeze persists, consider updating your device drivers to ensure compatibility with the operating system. You can find the necessary drivers on the lenovo support website. Recommendations On Seeking Professional Help In Case Of Persistent Problems: If you've exhausted all troubleshooting options without success, it might be time to seek assistance from a professional. Here's what you can do: - Reach out to lenovo support: Contact lenovo's support team either through their website or by phone, and explain the issues you're facing with your laptop. They will provide guidance and suggest potential solutions tailored to your specific situation. - Professional repair service: If the problem seems to be hardware-related, consider taking your laptop to a certified repair center. Trained technicians will be able to diagnose and fix any underlying issues with your device. Remember, while factory resetting your lenovo laptop can resolve many software-related problems, it's essential to back up your important data before performing a reset. This ensures that you don't lose any valuable information during the process.

Backup And Data Retrieval

Importance Of Backing Up Data Before Performing A Factory Reset Before you proceed with a factory reset on your lenovo laptop, it is crucial to understand the importance of backing up your data. Performing a factory reset will erase all the files and settings on your device, returning it to its original state. By backing up your data beforehand, you can prevent any loss or permanent deletion of important files. Here are a few key reasons why backing up your data is essential: - Protection against accidental deletion: Factory resets can be irreversible, and once the process is initiated, there's no going back. So, it's better to be safe than sorry and safeguard your data by creating backups. - Preserving personal files and media: Backing up your files ensures that you don't lose precious memories in the form of photos, videos, or other media. These files may hold sentimental value or be vital for work or business purposes. - Retaining important documents: Whether you have important work-related documents or personal files, creating backups guarantees that you have a copy of them. This way, you can easily access and retrieve them after the factory reset. Suggested Methods And Tools For Creating Backups On Lenovo Laptops Now that you understand the importance of data backups, let's dive into the suggested methods and tools to create backups on your lenovo laptop. You have several options to choose from, depending on your preferences and requirements: - External storage devices: One of the most common methods for creating backups is to use external storage devices like usb drives or external hard drives. Simply connect the storage device to your laptop, copy the files you want to back up, and store them safely. - Cloud storage services: Cloud storage services like google drive, dropbox, or microsoft onedrive provide a convenient and accessible way to back up your data. These services offer a certain amount of free storage, and you can easily upload and sync your files across devices. - Windows backup and restore: If you're using a windows operating system on your lenovo laptop, you can utilize the built-in backup and restore feature. This tool allows you to create a system image or backup specific files and folders. Steps To Retrieve And Transfer Data After The Reset Is Complete Once you've completed the factory reset on your lenovo laptop, it's time to retrieve and transfer your backed-up data. Following these simple steps will help you get your files back in no time: - Reinstall necessary software: After the reset, you may need to reinstall any software programs or applications that were previously installed on your laptop. Make a note of the programs you used and visit their official websites to download and reinstall them. - Connect external storage devices: If you backed up your data on external storage devices, connect them to your laptop and copy the files back onto your device. Ensure that you copy the files to the appropriate folders or locations. - Sync with cloud storage: If you opted for cloud storage as your backup solution, sign in to your account and download the necessary files to your laptop. Most cloud storage services offer easy syncing options to retrieve your files quickly. - Verify the integrity of your files: Before considering the data retrieval process complete, take a moment to ensure that all your files are intact and accessible. Open and check your documents, photos, and other media to confirm their integrity. Remember, creating regular backups is a good practice even beyond the factory reset process. It helps protect your valuable data and provides peace of mind in case of unforeseen events or system failures. Read the full article