#this is my biggest issue with New laptops.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

hmm... if i were to end up buying a laptop with win11 (beloathed) could i like... backtrack it to win10?

[chisungie]

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[rafescvntyclubgf]

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𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕊𝕚𝕩𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟: 𝔽𝕝𝕪𝕓𝕠𝕪

𝚃𝚘𝚙𝙶𝚞𝚗!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚊!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

warnings: angst, pet names, swearing

📖 This is based on a prompt from bloodibambiidoll. Thank you for thinking of me, baby! TopGun!Rafe x Ballerina!Reader have been dating for years. Rafe is stationed across the country on the West Coast, and the reader has landed her dream role in the New York City Ballet, playing The Rose Queen in The Nutcracker on the East Coast. A running joke between the two is Rafe asking the reader if she’s ready to get married yet… that joke is starting not to feel like such a joke anymore. The reader isn't ready to give up her dream.

Masterlist

Rafe’s POV:

I catch my reflection in the truck's rearview mirror as I pull into the base parking lot. My flight suit is still on from morning drills. Captain Rafe Cameron staring back at me in neat letters above my heart.

Split-second decisions in a fighter jet… Fuck it. That shit’s simple, but with her, I just can’t seem to get it right. I don’t even know if I’m brave enough to keep pushing the issue because the more I push, the farther she slips away.

I want her here with me… I don’t want to give her an ultimatum because I know that if I do, there’s a chance that she won’t choose me.

And I don’t blame her.

I didn’t get into the military because I loved it… I got into the military because I had to, and I started to love it along the way. She has always loved ballet.

I toss my keys to my desk, quickly pulling up my laptop for our nightly chat. She catches me while I’m making dinner; I see her while she snuggles up in bed.

Her smile brightens as she sees me on the screen, making my stomach flutter. "Hey, Captain," she breathes, her voice light and sweet. "How's my favorite flyboy?"

I rub my hands across my smile, feeling those thoughts that were plaguing me before fading away just seeing her pretty face. “Busy…” I hum. “Thinkin’ about you as always.”

She giggles and bites her lip, feeling that feeling too. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too,” I assure.

“I miss you,” she pouts through a gentle smile.

I throw my gaze away, nodding as I take in her words. “Well, you know. We could make it easier if we wanted to,” I answer simply. I watch her features change, my tone colder than I intended, I am sure, but it was hard to push down how I was feeling. I swallow thickly, waiting for the repercussions of my words, but she rolls her eyes away and looks toward the door.

“Don’t start, Rafe,” she whispers weakly.

"I'm not startin’ anything," I mumble, but I know that's a lie. "I'm just sayin’ it wouldn't be so bad here. It's warm. It's quiet. There’s a ballet company here too-“

“Rafe,” she cuts me off, her voice sharper than I’ve ever heard before, making the hair on the back of my neck stand straight.

“M’sorry. I am sorry,” I respond quickly and submissively, hoping for grace as I anxiously run my fingers through my hair. "Forget it, please. I’m sorry, princess.”

The tension between us settles. She knows me… She knows It’s coming from a place of love, but her patience with me is wearing thinner by the day.

The New York City Ballet isn't just a job—it's her dream. The Nutcracker is a ballet she's danced a dozen times since she was a little girl, but here she is, getting to do it on one of the biggest stages in the world. And here I am, selfishly asking her to walk away from it all.

But then again, I have dreams too… I have orders, and unlike most men, I can’t just get up and walk away. I have dreams outside of this as well... And they’re all about her.

We never hang up on bad terms… but this conversation feels different. There’s a weight on my chest I just can’t lift.

The next couple of days pass by like a daze, a blur of drills and paperwork, but this aching feeling that I was going to lose her was tearing at my heart.

And then it happens, four days before Christmas…

"I don't see why you need to bring this up anymore, Rafe,” she snaps, her voice laced with tears, cracking on the other end of the line.

“Because I’m lonely, alright? I’m tired of being alone,” I yell back. “I’m tired of seeing you a few days every few months when you have the time. I want to be just as much a priority to you as you are to me. Do you know how embarrassing it is to talk about the future and you shoot me down each time? Don’t you understand how hard it is for me to keep askin’ you to marry me, and you treat it like a joke?”

“You’re not being serious when you say that, Rafe,” she scoffs.

“The first, second, and third time… I was serious, but yeah, I supposed after hintin’ at it for the hundredth fuckin’ time it feels like satire to you,” I sneer.

The other end of the line goes silent, and at that moment, I know I lost her. I shut my eyes tightly, feeling the tears roll down my cheeks, picturing her looking the same way.

"That's not fair, Rafe," she whimpers.

"I feel the same way.”

And then the line goes dead…

I told myself to give her space, but it was torture. I kept staring at my phone, pulling up her number, begging her to call me. She didn't… And I didn't, because I was too ashamed of what I said.

The guilt was crushing. I could still hear the damage in her voice, the sharp silence that followed my cruel words. I'd said she didn't care as much as I did, but that was a lie. Of course she fuckin’ cared. She taught me what that meant. I didn't know what it meant to be cared for. I wasn't strong enough. It wasn't her fault. It was mine.

I lay awake, staring at the darkness of my room— my mind, replaying memories of her laugh, her smile, the sweet names she called. I missed everything about her: her voice, her eyes, even the little huffs and sighs she'd give when I teased her too much. She was the best part of my day, whether she called right after her rehearsals or when I watched her drift to sleep.

I kept thinkin’ about all the times I’d joked about marrying her, the way she’d laugh and roll her eyes, saying, “Not yet, Rafe.” That “not yet” wasn’t just about me—it was about her, about the life she’d fought so hard to build. Just last week, she had called me, nearly bursting with excitement after the review in the New York Times praising her for her performance in the Rose Adagio. Raving about her strength and form in the series of promenades in attitude. Her joy had been infectious, and I couldn't stop smiling as I listened to her gush about upcoming shows. I couldn't help but brag about her the next day to my co-pilot like he gave a shit—like I knew more about ballet than what left her perfect lips.

I want to share my life with her outside of our jobs. I want to belong to her, be there for her when she gets home, and when she wakes up.

I need her.

The theatre is packed, not an empty seat in the house. I clutch a bouquet of roses in my hand as I make my way to the middle seats. I stare up at the stage, unbuttoning my white service dress, hoping to see a glimpse of her.

The house lights dim within moments— my split-second decision to fly across the country for the Christmas Eve show leaves me only minutes to get my feet under me.

The orchestra strikes its first note, making me straighten up in my seat. “The Minature Overture” into “The Decoration of the Christmas Tree”—I smile to myself as I recall the many nights she played the music for me, telling me the little intricacies they were having with that variation as she sat behind the computer scene. And then I heard it… “The Waltz of the Flowers,” her song.

Any troubles she told me about all those nights she was rubbing the pain out of her feet or bandaging her toes up after practicing on end were null. There was no falter. Sheer perfection— she always has been.

Her movements are smooth and polished, making tears rise in my eyes. It took me this long—it took a fight for me to come out here and see what I needed to. Each leap, turn, and gesture was a love letter to the one thing she was willing to risk it all for. Every step was met with precision and grace, making effort look completely effortless. It was the perfect combination of physical strength and softness.

A little girl leans into me, trying to get a better look at the stage as she looks through the crowd, clutching her Clara doll. I can't help but imagine my girl at that age doing the same thing. Looking up at the stage with those same wide-eyes, dreaming of herself dancing in their shoes when she grew up, and now look where she is… living it.

By the time the curtain falls, I’m not just in love with her… I’m in awe.

I step into the promenade, clutching the bouquet in my fist for dear life as the lobby fills with post-performance conversation.

I stand by where I was told she’d be… an autograph table—signing little silk ballet slipper ornaments, with a long line of little girls waiting for her to arrive.

"Rafe," she gasps, and I can hear the surprise and excitement in her voice.

"Hey, pretty girl," I drawl as I step forward. To my surprise, she buries herself in my arms, her muscles softening by the second. She breathes gently against my chest, her head pressed against my heart.

I bite my lips and look up to the ceiling, trying to keep the tears in my eyes before looking down at her again, pressing a kiss on her head.

“I didn’t think you’d come,” she says softly, and a wave of guilt rolls over me as I hear in her voice just how much that thought hurt her and how much she wanted me here.

She steps away, and I extend the roses toward her. "I wouldn’t miss this for the world, baby,” I whisper.

After we both stroll silently back to her apartment; the city lights glowing softly, making the falling snow look like glitter in the sky. She holds my hand tight, wrapping her other hand around my arm, tilting her head on me, and for the first time in days, I feel like I can take a full breath.

"Sweetheart,” I whisper, my voice weak and hoarse with emotion. She looks up at me, lips drawing to the side, already knowing what I’ll say, but she deserves to hear it. “I'm sorry," I say finally, speaking the words I should have said days ago.

“I’m sorry too,” she breathes, and I can hear the tears in her voice.

I stop and turn toward her, taking both her hands in mine. Leaning in, pressing my lips against her forehead, lingering while I listen to hear measured breaths and the city bustles around us.

“You’re amazing, you know that,” I hum.

She takes in my words, a gentle smile spreading on her lips. “Thank you, baby,” she whispers.

“I’m sorry I tried to take that away from you…”

“You’re alright… You just want us to be together, Rafe.”

"I do, baby— I do wanna be with you…”

I step a little closer, and she rests her head against me like before. My arms wrap around her waist and I know I made the right choice.

I've been thinkin’," I say. "In a few months, I’m getting my promotion… There are some jobs on the East Coast, but there’s this one ROTC spot at NYU that really caught my eye.”

“Really,” she asks weakly, not even holding her tears back anymore.

"Mhmm…” I hum. “I'm done askin’ you to give up your dreams, baby. If you wait a little longer, I'll come to you. Alright?”

She throws her arms around me, and I lift her off her feet, holding her close. “I love you, baby,” she whimpers, her voice muffled against my skin as her tears wet my neck—hitting the cold, winter wind.

“I love you too.”

"You haven't asked me today, Rafe," she says as she presses her chilly nose against my cheek.

“What, baby?” I laugh lightly, feeding off her joy.

“To marry you,” she whispers, and my heart flutters in my chest.

"Are you finally ready to say ‘yes’?" I whisper back.

“Yes… Of course, I am.”

I set her down on her feet and smile as I reach into my breast pocket, pulling out my mom’s ring. Her eyes widen on mine as she hides her smile with her wool mitten, those same tears sparkling on her waterline.

“Will you marry me, princess?”

[storiesofsvu]

Decadent Desires Ch 5

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, alcohol, sexually charged conversation, smut, oral, sex toys/strap ons, nothing too crazy this time, some minor kink talk

Over the course of the next week you noticed that Emily was slipping into her sugar mommy role quite well. An extra ten dollars in your Venmo for coffee and a pastry one day, a few good morning texts, wishing for you to have a good day, take out delivered to your office on the day you mentioned forgetting to grab your lunch. The meals or snacks seemed to be the biggest ones, she knew you worked insane hours and were likely working into the evenings most of the time as well, checking that you were still at the office before she would have something sent over.

You were in your office late Wednesday afternoon, finally finishing up the extra workload when there was a brief knock on your door.

“Yeah?” You called out, glancing up from your laptop to find Heather entering the office with a potted bouquet in her hands.

“Jaydyn dropped this off to my office this morning, I just got around to reading the card.” Placing it down on a side table she swiped the card, “and considering I’m the instigator, these are not for me.” She extended it out to you and you flipped it around.

‘St Regis. 8pm, Friday.                                E.’

“You better not be planning to keep me late Friday.” You commented, tucking the card into your agenda.

“What’re we going to do with her?” Heather asked with a huff, dropping into one of the chairs across from your desk and your brow furrowed.

“Emily?”

“No, Jaydyn.” She glanced toward you, “she’s messed up four times this week alone. Can you take care of her?”

“I’m not HR Heather…” you warned, “do it yourself.”

“If I sort it before Monday, you’re going to have to take on the press conference with Sharp.” She countered and you rolled your eyes, tossing an eraser in her direction.

“I’ll draw up the termination paperwork but that’s as far as I go.”

“Thank you.” She smiled, “I would certainly hate all the deliveries you’ve gotten to go to waste.”

You let out a soft sigh, glancing up to the flowers, “about that… I’m sorry. I’ll tell her not at work from now on.”

“Oh by all means don’t let me stop you. Just make sure to lock your door if you’re fucking in your office.”

“Heather!” You groaned, feeling your cheeks burning.

“Oh please.” She smirked, “so… how was it?”

“What?” You looked up from your laptop, turning your attention to the other woman.

“Sweetheart, you know I have a standing reservation at The Conrad.”

“Ohhh… that explains the bondage straps under the bed.” You teased, “and here I was thinking that was a progressive new amenity.”

“How was the date?”

“It was fine, good.”

“Fine? Come on, I’m trying to help you out here. What’s the issue? She’s got money, she’s gorgeous, I enjoy her company, and I don’t know why but there’s an air about her that says she’s fantastic in the bedroom and lord knows you’re pent up enough you need to get laid.”

“Gee… I wonder why that might be.” You replied dryly and she laughed.

“All I’m saying is I saw two of my friends struggling with the same issue and figured I should put them in contact.”

“You really should think about financing a sugar matchmaker.” You noted, “and the date was good. She got called into work, I think she’s out in Nevada right now chasing down some psychopath.”

“Shame.” She replied with a breath, standing from her chair, “I was hoping for the dirty details.” She shot you a wink before turning to head to the door.

“Couldn’t if I wanted to, signed an NDA.” You lied, though you were quickly caught in it as she called over her shoulder.

“I know for a fact you didn’t, who do you think drew up her paperwork?”

“Fuck.” You muttered, letting out a huff of a laugh and shaking your head as the other woman left the room and you were finally able to return back to your work.

When Friday finally rolled around Heather was quick to kick you out of the office well before your usual finishing time, once again suggesting a few specific clothing options for you to wear that night. After showering you were flicking through your closet and realized she was right, pulling out a tighter plum cocktail dress to slip into. You poured a glass of wine while you redid your make up to help calm any last minute nerves and called an Uber shortly before eight o’clock.

The St Regis had a stunningly gorgeous lobby and even though the room was rather busy considering it was Friday, you spotted Emily fairly quickly. She was settled into one of the couches, very fitted dress pants and a stylish navy top, her hair loose around her shoulders. As you made your way over to her she glanced up, catching your eye as a smile crept onto her lips.

“You weren’t kidding about your punctuality.” She greeted, standing from the couch and you chuckled.

“Last I heard, it was incredibly rude to keep a gorgeous woman waiting.” You replied, stepping forward to kiss her cheek as she did the same to you. Her hand lingered on your side, sweeping across to your lower back as she fell in step beside you, nudging you in the direction of the restaurant.

“I’m glad I was on time then.” Emily half teased and you let out a small laugh.

“Even if I tried I couldn’t have been late, I’ve been thinking about this dinner all day.”

“You’re telling me.” She nearly groaned, “I’ve been surviving off shitty hotel room service and small town take out all week.”

“I’m going to assume that’s all very limited.”

“Egg bagels for breakfast, bologna sandwiches at the precinct and burgers every night. I am more than ready for a change.”

“It sounds like you definitely deserve the treat then.”

Emily’s hand slipped off your back as you approached the check in stand at Alhambra, giving the host a friendly greeting before they led you to your table. A cozy little corner of the restaurant, settled up against the window was the perfect place, just far enough away from the bulk of the crowd you wouldn’t have to worry about eavesdroppers. It didn’t take long to decide on a bottle of red to share and you settled in, exploring the menu while you caught up with each other after the long week.

There was a slight sense of eagerness mixed with a hint of nerves floating around the table, the desire to skip the meal entirely and head directly upstairs sitting in the back of your minds. That desire was nearly too strong and partially won when Emily suggested skipping straight to the entrée course and you were quick to agree that nothing on the appetizer menu was really jumping out to you. When your server came back to check on the table and pour out wine for the two of you, dinner was ordered, menus taken away and after a few sips of wine you could finally start to focus on each other.

“Thank you, for the flowers by the way.” You smiled softly over the rim of your glass, “they’re gorgeous.”

“I should have asked about sending them to your work.” She replied, an apology written across her face, “I didn’t realize until it was too late that I didn’t have your home address.”

“It’s fine.” You replied with a shrug and a grin, “besides, gives the office something to gossip about, right?”

“I guess that’s right.” She laughed softly, “I’m a little surprised I managed to not get called out for being on my phone so much this week.”

“You’re the boss,” you offered, “you’re probably on your phone all the time already. Nothing new for a team of profilers.”

“I guess. And I’m not complaining, there is something exciting about having a secret.”

“There most certainly is.” You replied, a near hungry look in your eye that made Emily’s pulse pick up, heat beginning to build through her body, “even more so when it’s a dirty secret.”

She cocked a brow in your direction, her voice lowering, “that so? Are you a dirty girl?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?” You replied with a smirk, taking another sip of wine, “I can assure you; I’ll be good no matter what.”

“I would hate to have to punish you.” She fired back and you felt a tingle shoot through your body.

“Hmm.. part of me thinks you’d rather enjoy that.”

She took the chance to turn your own words back on you, “you’ll just have to wait and see about that.”

“Good thing I’m patient then.”

While the sentiment was normally true, it certainly wasn’t tonight. Luckily, Emily’s patience was also wearing thinner by the moment, neither of you finishing your meals and very quickly turning down the chance to even see a dessert menu.

By the time you got into the elevator your heart was racing, sparks flying through your body at the feeling of Emily’s fingertips drawing patterns on your back as she stepped impossibly close to you. You could feel the heat from her body wafting onto yours and your breath caught in your throat. The doors slid open, letting the other couple out before they slid shut again, leaving you alone and you could feel her breath on the back of your neck before she spoke.

“You are going to be a good girl for me, right?”

“Mmhmm.” You nodded, gulping at the feeling of her fingers tracing higher on your back, now tickling at your bare skin.

“Good.” She murmured, her fingers squeezing softly at the back of your neck before they slid into your hair, her free hand grasping your hip as she turned you in her arms, swiftly backing you into the wall of the elevator and her lips captured yours in a kiss.

While she had been showing some signs of uncertainty when it came to navigating this particular type of situation, it was suddenly very clear that she knew exactly what she was doing when it came to the more intimate side of things. Only a second after her hands were on you, her lips gliding against yours and you were complete putty in her hands.

Your hands easily looped around her shoulders, pulling her tighter to you as your lips moved with grace against each other. Emily slotted a leg between yours, knee against the wall right as her tongue slid across your lips, urging them to part and you quickly obliged. Her tongue swept into your mouth and you couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, hips rocking toward her and she ground you down onto her thigh. You couldn’t help but let out a small whimper into the kiss, one that morphed into a needy whine as the elevator dinged and Emily suddenly stepped away from you, her hand grabbing yours to quickly lead you down the hallway.

“Thought you were patient.” She teased with a gleam in her eye and you only had enough time to let out a huff of a laugh before you were inside the suite. “Cause now you’re sounding like a needy girl.”

“Maybe if someone wasn’t such a tease.” You shot back and she chuckled darkly, stepping toward you, gently pinching your chin as she titled your face up towards her.

“For someone who wants to cut to the chase so badly, you certainly are overdressed.” Her fingers slipped into the straps of your dress, nudging them over your shoulders, “how about we get this off?”

Your hands reached behind your back, tugging the zipper down before pushing the dress down to your feet, stepping out of it along with your heels. You watched with hungry eyes as Emily’s fingers swiftly undid her blouse, dropping it behind her before she stepped back to you, her hands cascading across your skin.

“Such a pretty girl in pretty lace.” She husked, her fingers trailing over the waistband of your panties before surging upward and tracing the pattern of the lace covering the cups. Your breath caught in your throat when her fingers brushed over your nipples and her lips curved up into a grin, groping your chest and successfully pulling a moan from you. “Let me see these gorgeous tits.”

You reached behind you, unclasping your bra and letting it fall to the floor, heat prickling beneath your skin at the feeling of Emily’s gaze on you. Her hands returned to your body, caressing your exposed chest, fingers pinching gently at your nipples, eagerly watching your reactions. She stepped forward, lips meeting yours in a lazy kiss while your hands wrapped around her, un doing her bra so you could mimic her movements. She let out a soft moan into the kiss and your hands sunk south, groping at her ass, rolling her hips toward you as you slotted a leg between hers.

Emily barely pulled away from the kiss to scold you, “uh-uh princess. Or did you forget that tonight was about me fucking you into next week?”

“Fuck…” you muttered and she laughed softly, nudging you backwards toward the bed.

“Now get rid of those panties and lie back.”

While you dropped onto the bed, fingertips slipping into the waistband of your underwear to tug them down your legs, Emily took the time to rid herself of her pants and slid the hair tie off her wrist, loosely pulling her hair back before she crawled over you on the bed. She kissed you again, her tongue surging into your mouth as you let out a soft groan at the feel of her hands back playing with your tits. Your back arched off the bed when she pinched your nipples, harder than the first time.

“Oh god..” Your head dropped back into the pillows, eyes fluttering shut and she took advantage of your exposed neck.

Her lips trailed down it, pausing briefly to nip at your sensitive skin, wondering if she should mark you or not. Instead she licked across your collarbone before sucking a nipple into her mouth and you moaned, your fingers weaving into her hair the best they could. This time her teeth did scrape across your skin and you whimpered, heat tingling from where her mouth was on your body down all the way between your legs. It didn’t take long before Emily’s lips had traced their way down your body and her hands were on your thighs, spreading them wide to make room for herself. Her thumb swept through your folds, briefly pressing on your clit and you moaned, pussy fluttering around nothing.

“Such a pretty girl.” She cooed before shifting forward, repeating the motion but this time using her tongue and you couldn’t help but let out a gasp.

“Fuck!”

Her lips wrapped around your lower ones, tongue drawing patterns across your cunt as she began to eat you out. She eagerly accepted your hand tangled in her hair, urging her closer to your pussy, her tongue slipping in as far as she could, lapping at the juices that were starting to leak out. She groaned over your taste, grinding down against the mattress as her fingers dug into the skin of your thighs. The taste of you on her tongue and the way your thighs were already trembling under her touch was enough to drive her wild and she was certain she would never get over it. Knowing that you were this turned on already and that she had this effect on you had her pussy throbbing, dampening her panties as she continued to lick at your cunt. Her nose bumped against your clit and you whined, your hips rocking up towards her,

“More…” you begged and she smirked, her tongue lapping through your folds before it flicked at your clit and you whimpered.

“You like that?” She asked, her tongue flicking your clit again and you shuddered, nodding. “you want your pretty clit sucked?” She flattened her tongue, slowly dragging it across your swollen nub and you groaned, your fingers tightening in her hair.

“Yes! Please!”

“Such a good girl.” She praised, “I guess good girls do get rewarded.”

Her lips wrapped around your clit, sucking it into her mouth and you let out a very satisfied moan, eyes scrunching shut as her tongue traced patterns around it. Emily brought her hand up, two finger tips sliding up and down your folds, teasing you, coating them in your wetness before she slid them into your pussy.

“Fuck… Emily…” Your pussy fluttered around her fingers, pleasure surging through you as the fire prickled just under your skin.

She had an expertise at what she was doing, you could tell, and it never took long for her to follow her instincts, read your body language and reactions. It felt like she had barely started touching you and you were already panting, a shimmer of sweat glistening over your body as her fingers began to pump inside your cunt. She popped off your clit, blowing cool air on it and you shivered, your hand clawing at the bedspread as your pussy pulsed around her fingers. With her mouth back on you her fingers began to curl to find that extra sensitive spot within you and she found it faster than she expected. You could feel the smirk of her lips as you cried out.

“Oh god… yes!” You whined when her finger tips hit it again, “right there.”

Emily sucked harder on your clit as her fingers brushed your g-spot again, pressing harder and longer with each thrust of her hand. Feeling the way your thighs were squeezing around her, the way your hips jolted up off the bed with each pump of her fingers she knew you had to be close, your pussy clenching down around her as she picked up the speed. It didn’t take long at all before you were moaning loudly, pleasure shooting through your veins, bursting from your body and your juices were dribbling down her hand. Your body shook, a whine escaping your lips and she pulled away from you slightly, her fingers slowing as they fucked you through your orgasm.

Once you had mostly come back down to earth her fingers slipped from you and she sucked them clean before crawling up your body, kissing you breathless. Your hand wrapped around the back of her neck, pulling her closer to you as your tongue danced with hers, groaning over the taste of you in her mouth.

“Roll over.” She murmured, lips brushing against yours as she swatted at your hip.

You eagerly rolled to your stomach, the bed dipping as she slid off it and you watched her wander to a chair, digging through a small duffle until she pulled out the strap and a bottle of lube. Your eyes darkened as she stepped into it, adjusting the toy and you popped up to your hands and knees, presenting yourself to her.

She sauntered back over to the bed, climbing on behind you and her hands ghosted up your thighs, spreading your cheeks so she could get a look at your cunt, glistening in the low light of the room, smeared with your juices.

“Such a pretty pussy.” She praised, her hand gently slapping against it and you let out a breathy whine, your eyes fluttering shut as your rocked back towards the touch. “Oh?” She raised a brow, “you like that, hm? Like being spanked?” This time her hand swatted at your ass and you let out a low moan.

“Yes..”

“I’ll have to remember that.” She cracked open the bottle of lube, smearing it across the dildo, “but for now… do you want my cock?” She nudged the head of it against your pussy and you whined, “want me to stretch out this pretty pussy?”

“Please!” You cried out, hands grasping at the bedspread as you felt yourself pulse over nothing.

Emily chuckled softly, her hands coming to rest on your hips as her cock sunk inch by inch into your pussy and you let out a satisfied groan when her hips collided with yours, cock deep in your cunt. She pulled out until just the tip was left inside you and thrusted her hips sharply, pulling a throaty gasp from you. Pausing for a moment while she was buried deep she circled her hips and you let out a satisfied sigh, your body rocking back toward her and she knew she was in the clear, you had no issue being fucked that hard.

“Take me so well princess.” She murmured, a hand rubbing up your back before she thrust deeply back into you and you groaned again.

Emily then set a steady pace, her cock plunging into you with each thrust, your body rocking forward and following her movement back, eager for more. Each pump of her hips you could feel the ridges of the toy dragging through your walls, hitting every spot you needed them to, your pussy fluttering harder and harder around it. Emily’s lips curved up into a grin at the sight of her cock coated in more of your juices each time she pulled it out, that you had gone from moaning to only being able to whimper and whine as she fucked you harder. Her hand slid up your back, leaving goosebumps in its path before she tangled into your hair, tugging at the roots and you let out a gasp, your pussy clenching down around her cock.

“Fuck…” You managed out between moans, fire burning through your entire body as she fucked deeper into you.

The hand Emily had in your hair pulled harder, yanking you up flush to her and your breath struggled through your throat before coming out as a gasping moan, feeling her mouth in the crook of your neck again.  Her free hand wrapped around your body, easily finding your clit, beginning to rub at it in time with her thrusts.

“Such a good girl.” She husked into your ear, “such pretty sounds.” Her teeth nipped at your earlobe, “come for me princess, I know you’re close.”

Her fingers pressed harder on your clit, rubbing faster as she continued to fuck you, your bodies slick with sweat, the room filled with a cacophony of your moans, wetness and skin meeting skin. Emily’s cock hit a spot inside you and you cried out, your hand wrapping around her wrist in an attempt to ground yourself as she fucked you even harder, pulling you over the ledge for you to come tumbling down as your orgasm flooded over you. Your juices coated her cock, dripping down your thighs as your body trembled in her arms before she let you collapse down onto the mattress and she slowed her thrusts.

“Jesus Christ.” You whimpered, voice muffled by the sheets as your body shook, pleasure shooting all the way from the tips of your fingers down to your toes as a second wind waved over your body.

Behind you Emily chuckled darkly, slowing her thrusts until she was completely stilled, still inside you and she leant over your body, leaving a trail of soft kisses down your spine before she slipped out of you. You let out a small whine at the loss of feeling so full, the ache already setting in between your legs as she shifted off the bed to slip out of the strap, leaving it to be dealt with later.

“You okay?” She asked softly, her hand ghosting up your back as she crawled back onto the bed and you let out a happy hum.

“Absolutely perfect.” You shifted slightly, shoving the mussed up blankets so you could at least slip half beneath them as Emily settled on the bed, her arm winding around you, urging you to curl into her side.

Her hand continued to rub soothing patterns into your back as you finally managed to catch your breath, a dopey smile on your cheeks as you rested on her chest. She wordlessly reached out to the remote, turning on the television and flicking through the channels until something caught her interest and you let out a hum to convey your interest. It wasn’t much longer past that point that your stomach let out a low grumble and she laughed quietly.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Maybe we shouldn’t have rushed through dinner so fast.” You laughed, shifting to prop yourself up on your elbow, “they have a room service menu?”

She leaned over, shuffling through the nightstand before returning with one, flipping it open and passing it to you, “pick whatever you want. I’ve got a bottle of wine in the fridge.”

It didn’t take long for you to call down to place an order in while Emily disappeared into the bathroom before grabbing the wine and some plastic cups, returning to the bed before you did the same. Fifteen minutes later you had an order of spinach dip, potstickers, and a very self indulgent plate of chicken strips for yourself spread out across the bed along with glasses of wine. You were mainly paying attention to the television, but the conversation was still peppered through as time went by, laughing over jokes and getting to know each other on a different level. Once the food was finished, Emily encouraged you to get cozy, that you were obviously welcome to stay the night and you took full advantage of that, stretching out in the luxury bed. She did mention it was likely she would have to take off before she wanted to the next morning, but she wouldn’t wake you, that she wanted you to stay as long as you wanted.

Both of you wanted to stay up later, but the six a.m. wake up that morning was catching up with you by the time midnight rolled around, yawns being passed back and fourth before you were snuggling into the pillows and Emily finally flicked off the tv.

The sound of your phone pinging woke you up in the morning, sun streaming across the warm bed and you let out a yawn, stretching out your deliciously sore body as you did so. Glancing around the suite you assumed Emily had left earlier and that thought was confirmed when you glanced to the bedside table, an envelope propped up against the lamp. You picked it up, finding her writing scrawled across the back of it.

‘Clear your schedule for next Saturday. I’ll text you more info later, but for now, take this and buy yourself something nice.’

Holding the envelope up to the window you could tell she had left you a credit card to do some shopping with and a happy smile broke out on your lips. When you picked up your phone you discovered that it was a Venmo notification that had woken you up, two hundred dollars sent from Emily.

Letting out a happy sigh you dropped back into the plush pillows, you certainly weren’t going to complain about spending your weekends like this from now on.

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OFF THE RECORD. 01 — bad news. — masterlist -> next chapter

summary: nicole allen, senior uconn journalist major, gets assigned to the biggest douchebag that storrs conneticut has ever seen—breanna stewart—for her senior project.

cw: ooc stewie... stewie being an asshole !

word count: 2.5k

msg from sen: new series that has been long awaited<3 i hope evb enjoys this as much as i enjoyed writing it. i loveeee this oc soooo much shes so

“are you being serious right now?” she asked, her tone serious and unwavering.

“i’m sorry nicole, i wasn’t the one who chose it.” ryan shrugged, handing her a stack of papers.

nicole took her hatred for breanna stewart very seriously. not only was she the star player of the uconn women’s basketball team, 3 national championships and counting under her sleeve, she was the biggest douchebag ever.

she had known at least 3 girls just this year that were played by her. promised a nice dinner date just to be hooked up with then left for dead. she looked at women like they were pieces of meat and got her fill then left.

she also just happened to have a hatred for hot jocks. which of course breanna fit.

so of course, she had to get breanna to shadow for her senior project. she had to follow around breanna every day for an entire year.

this was going to be hell.

“can’t i switch with literally anyone else?” she asked again, following ryan down the hallway.

“you’ll have to ask, but i doubt it.”

“fuck you ryan!” she yelled as she stopped in her tracks.

“love you too nikki!” he yelled back, still making his way down the corridor.

nicole spun on her heels, turning back to the main journalism room to go negotiate with her colleagues. she walked into the room, a scowl on her face without her realizing because her friend, bianca, pointed it out. “woah someone’s not happy about their assignment!” she laughed, kicking the chair next to her out so nicole could sit. “so, who is it?”

“breanna stewart,” she frowned, slouching in her seat.

the reaction from bianca wasn’t positive, a groan coming from her. “good luck, don’t hookup with her. i got tyler davis, he’s on the football team.”

“lucky! we should switch,” nicole pouted, looking at her with puppy dog eyes.

“good try nikki. i gotta go get ready to see him tomorrow so… gotta go.” she grinned, getting up.

nicole groaned, flopping forward and letting her head rest against the table. she heard bianca laugh as she left the room. now, nicole was all alone in the journalism room, debating on emailing breanna about the assignment or leaving it to be a later issue.

she begrudgingly dug her laptop out of her backpack, opening it and logging in. as she waited for her computer to boot up, she flipped through the packet of background information in search of breanna’s email. she found it, opening up gmail and typing in the email address on the paper.

Hello Breanna!

I’m Nicole Allen, a journalism student and I was assigned to shadow you for your senior year. I believe your advisor should’ve also sent you an email about this. We can set up a meeting soon to go over my assignment and what it entails! Please reply as soon as you can.

Thank you, have a good day.

Nicole Allen

she attempted to make her email sound as professional as possible, a weak attempt to hide the dislike for her. she hit send and shut her computer, packing it up and leaving the room.

she walked from campus to her dorm room, throwing her backpack down on the bed and moving to go change into something more comfortable before continuing her study on her assignment. she grabbed a pop tart and hopped up onto her bed, opening her computer and refreshing her email.

to her surprise, breanna actually responded within a reasonable amount of time. she clicked the email open, no subject attached and read the following,

k lit tmr at 1 at the cafe by gampel? i got practice b4 then

nicole’s eyes went wide, surprised at the level of unprofessionalism coming from her. she couldn’t be that surprised though, she clearly didn’t care about the girls she was with, why would she care about the way she wrote emails. she rolled her eyes, replying back with a simple,

Sounds good! See you tomorrow.

she shut her laptop once more, tossing it to the side and looking at the packet of information once more. simple stuff in it, contact information, background, accomplishments, etc. she was well decorated by all accounts, explains her cocky attitude.

—

“did anybody else get assigned some journalism chick for the year?” breanna yelled out, walking out into the living room of her dorm.

tuck came out of her room, raising her eyebrow and opening her email on her phone. she scrolled through the unopened emails, finding a similar ones. “yeah, ryan from english. who’d you get?” she asked, walking over to breanna.

“uh some chick named nicole,” she shrugged.

“what’s her last name?” tuck asked, looking over her shoulder to see the email.

“allen, why?”

“isn’t that the friend of that one girl you were seeing during the summer?” she asked.

breanna’s eyebrows furrowed while she attempted to think. “which one?”

“oh my god you dog!” tuck punched her shoulder with a smile. breanna feigned pain, groaning dramatically. “the blonde one, remember?”

“ohh yeah her,” breanna nodded with a grin. “she was kinda annoying, not gonna lie.” she shrugged.

“well, better get your shit together quick, you’re gonna be working with her friend for a whole year!” tuck laughed at her, walking back to her room.

breanna plopped down onto the couch, exiting the email app on her phone and moving over to the instagram app. she typed in nicole’s name, finding her profile and scrolling through. she scrolled for a while, taking a mental note of how gorgeous she was.

—

the next day, nicole found herself scrambling out of bed and getting all of her stuff together. she spent most of her night preparing her first interview. she took her major very seriously. ever since she was little she wanted to do sports journalism, and now she was actually doing it. in the best basketball city she could be in, interviewing the biggest college basketball star in the country.

too bad breanna stewart was an asshole.

finally, she got her bag together and put into her car and drove down to gampel pavilion, parking outside of the nearby cafe and ordering herself a coffee before sitting down. she set all her papers out neatly and got her computer open and ready to the assignment details so she could share them with breanna.

she checked the time, 1:10, and still no breanna.

maybe practice ran late, that’s fine.

1:30.

she knew little about the women’s basketball coach, but she knew that he was hard and strict. so maybe he’s keeping her after practice, whatever.

1:45.

nicole found herself begin to get annoyed, she knew working with breanna for a whole year was going to be a pain in the ass, but not like this.

2:00.

finally, breanna came through the door. hair sticking to her forehead from sweat and friends following closely behind her. they were laughing and talking, but breanna quickly locked her eyes onto nicole. she said her goodbyes and sat down. nicole could already feel her checking her out.

“you’re nikki, right? my journalist chick or whatever?”

“nicole. and, yes. i assume your advisor emailed you about it as well?” she said, handing a piece of paper over to breanna that explained the details.

“yeah but i didn’t check, thought id come in blind. so… what are you writing anyways?”

nicole sighed, “a newspaper about you. it’ll be released at the end of your season.”

breanna stuck her bottom lip out and nodded, “cool. when do we start?”

“sometime this week, tomorrow preferably. but i know you have a tight schedule with basketball, so whatever works for you.”

“why don’t you come to some of my practices?” she asked with a sly grin, leaning in.

nicole pushed herself back in the chair, attempting to gain space between the two of them. “uhm. yeah i probably will. what day works for you for our next interview?”

“let’s do tomorrow… 5 pm over dinner?” breanna raised her eyebrows.

nicole knew what she was getting at, a date. but she didn’t want to be another one of breanna’s fuck buddies, not when she was actively trying to write an article about her.

“i’m not going on a date with you, stewie. but, tomorrow at 5 works for me. we can go to the library.” she offered.

breanna fell back in her chair, frowning at her failed attempt. “sounds good.”

“let me get your number so we can keep in contact that’s not over email.” nicole said, handing her phone over.

“no dinner date but you want my number? whatever you want, pretty girl.” she smirked, typing in the digits to her phone number and putting in a contact name before handing it back to her.

nicole felt herself recoil at the other girls sentence, especially the pet name. she scowled and took her phone back. “i guess ill see you tomorrow at 5.” nicole said, beginning to put her things away.

—

that night, breanna made her way back to her dorm and opened the door to moriah, tuck, and saniya all gathered together on the couch talking.

saniya was the first one to turn back and see breanna, a mischievous grin on her face. “sooo, you kissin’ on the news girl yet?” she grinned.

“not yet, i’m gonna be seeing her the whole year though so, just you wait.” she grinned cockily, throwing her gym bag down and throwing herself onto the couch next to moriah.

“so, tell us what happened?” tuck raised her eyebrow, sliding a wine cooler across the table towards where breanna was laying.

“genos gonna fucking kill us if anybody figures out we’re storing alcohol in the room,” she said. her complaint not stopping her from picking up the bottle and popping it open. “she just told me about her assignment thing. she’s writing a news paper about me, i guess.” she shrugged her shoulders as she lifted the bottle to her lips, letting the liquid pour into her mouth and down her throat.

they talked about it for a bit more, going around the table and talking about who they each got for the project and how they were. finally, it got back to breanna, she was busy on her phone (definitely not stalking nicole’s instagram, no. not at all.). “stew, let’s make a bet,” moriah said, pulling her wallet out of her pocket. everybody else followed suit, pulling their wallets or loose cash out and waiting to hear the details.

“let’s hear it,” breanna said, spinning herself around to sit right side up and also search for her wallet out of her gym shorts.

“everybody put a 5 in,” she said, throwing the bill down onto the coffee table. everybody set down the bills on the table, now, there was a small pile of $5 bills sat in the middle of the table. “if stew doesn’t bone the girl by the of the year, everybody except her has to split the pot. if she does bone her by the end of the year, she wins it all. deal?”

breanna grinned. she has always been competitive and always got the woman she wanted so, this would be easy in theory. “deal.”

—

the next day, nicole found herself thinking about breanna even when she didn’t need to be. instead of paying attention to whatever her professor was saying in the lecture, her mind was wandering about breanna. she was disgusted with herself, she had caught herself thinking about her several times that day and every time she couldn’t get the feeling of disgust to go away.

maybe it was just cause they were seeing each other later for the interview, that’s why she couldn’t get her out of her head.

that’s what she was choosing to believe anyways.

soon enough, the lecture ended and she was walking back to her dorm to get ready for the interview. she had complied a list of easy questions to start her off and to gather some more background information about breanna. she threw in a hoodie, knowing storrs was bound to be cold at night, and got her bag ready. on her way to the library she picked up a snack and waters for the both of them.

now, it was just a matter of time til breanna joined her at the library.

unlike their first meeting, breanna actually made an effort to arrive on time and arrive looking mildly more presentable than her sweat covered after practice look. nicole was pleased with this, it already being late, she didn’t want to wait more than she absolutely needed to.

after breanna sat down, they sat in uncomfortable silence for a bit. nicole got out her notebook and papers while breanna sat awkwardly on the other end of the table.

“so… how was your day?” breanna asked.

“uhm, fine. just had a couple classes. you?”

“pretty much the same. had early practice though.”

and then it was awkward silence again.

finally, nicole cleared her throat.

“i’m gonna start off with just some simple questions, is that good?”

“yeah! that’s fine. you make it sound like i’m act the doctors office.” breanna laughed a little, sitting more comfortably in her chair while she awaited her question.

“what got you into basketball in the first place?”

“i dunno. just started playing and i liked it a lot more than softball.” she shrugged.

nicole sighed. the realization that breanna was not a very good interviewee and she would have to fill in a lot of the gaps began settling in. she jotted down a few things into her notebook, breanna began to lean over the table, curious to see what she was writing.

nicole tugged the notebook away, propping it up against the edge of the desk and her body so breanna couldn’t see it. “you will be able to read everything once it’s fully finished.”

“so i just have to answer your questions and not even know what the fuck you’re writing about for a whole year?” she sighed, slouching back in her defeated.

“exactly! glad you understand.” nicole gave a snarky smile, putting her notebook back on the table and continuing to write.

they chatted for a bit more, nicole asked more simple questions. stuff about her family and what inspires her. she could feel breanna’s eyes practically burning a hole in her the entire time, so she decided to say something at the end of the session.

breanna had gotten up and picked up her bag before nicole stopped her. “wait, before you leave stewie.”

breanna stopped, turning around and cocking her head.

“under absolutely no circumstances is this,” she gestured wildly between them, “ever going to happen. you will never get me to go on a date with you or hookup with you, this is purely professional. nothing more, nothing less.”

“fine.” she shrugged, “but can i at least walk you home, it’s dark.”

nicole sighed and sat in silence for a little bit, mulling over her options. she stood up next to door, suddenly realizing how small she was near breanna and began walking.

“if you’re walking me, hurry up!”

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Wildest Dreams | Bob Floyd x Reader x Jake Seresin

word count: 2701

warnings: break up, SMUT MINORS DNI 18+ , oral, fingering, sex

song pairing: Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift

notes: Hi y'all! Hope all is well. I have been on a Hangman kick lately and also with 1989 probably being the next re-recording well this was inspired. Please forgive me for making our sweet Bob not so sweet but I promise we will get sweet Bob back soon. This will have more parts so stay tuned! Please if you don' t mind like and reblog!!! Also thank you for all the likes and reblogs on my previous works, it truly means the world to me.

The breakup was sudden. A string of arguments over phone calls that didn’t last more than 5 minutes were the cause. Bob’s deployment was extended but Nat was shipped back. He was Cobra’s new backseater and with that came new trust issues.

His short or missed phone calls, no texts, and lack of caring came as a surprise. The biggest slap in the face was when he missed your birthday. Everyone at the Hard Deck huddled around the laptop waiting on him to pop up any second yet he never did. That was the night it all was over for you.

You ran out of the Hard Deck trying to hide the tears from the rest of your teammates. Only Jake and Nat knew about the fights and were both surprised at how sweet Bob might have all been an act. You could hear footsteps behind you in the sand as you quickly dried your tears ready to pretend you were fine. 

“I’m okay, I just needed some air,” you said turning around to find Jake headed towards you. “Come on, let's get you out of here,” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he guided you to his car. You let the tears fall as he drove you home. Jake was one of the only people you trusted and who knew exactly how you felt.

“Want to talk about it?” he asked as he approached a stop sign in your neighborhood.

“It’s over. I’m going to break it off. Not that there’s anything left either way.” 

“Are you sure, Peach? I know things have been really rocky the past couple of months but maybe talk to him first?” he mumbled as he pulled into the driveway.

“There’s nothing to talk about Jake. He didn’t show. I’m done waiting for him when all he seems to care about is Cobra.” your tone was harsher than you expected but it was true. Bob assured you when he was assigned as Cobra’s backseater that it would be strictly professional. Yet the friendly outings blasted all over her social media and Bob’s exasperation whenever you asked were enough for you to come to the conclusion that your relationship was over. 

Jake followed you to your door knowing you shouldn’t be alone. Usually, you’d try to get him to leave but you were exhausted. He watched quietly as you started putting Bob’s things and gifts in a box. 

Nearly an hour later you were finished. The tears came and went but when you closed the top of the box the heartache seemed to worsen. You turned around and walked over to Jake who stood up and engulfed you in a hug as you started to sob.  “Let it all out, sweetheart. I’m here,” he whispered against your head as you cried.

—

Your phone ringing woke you up and as you reached for it the events of last night came reeling back in. The call ended as you stared at Bob’s face on your screen. 3 missed calls and 1 text. 

Clicking on the text you felt your stomach sink as you read it. “We need to talk and I’m so sorry about last night baby. Love you” you stifled back a sob. It was over. His face popped up again as his call came through. Hesitant you answered it anyway. Better to get it over with now.

“Hello?” he said quietly. 

“Hey” 

“Look Peach, I’m really sorry I missed last night” he sighed. “I’ll make it up to you. Work is just really stressful and-”

But you’d heard that before. He’d make it up to you and things would be fine for a while but it would be just a matter of time til it happened again. Cutting him off you ripped off the bandaid. “Stop, please. Bob, it’s over. I can't do this anymore.” 

“No! Peach talk to me please” he pleaded as you ended the call. 

He tried to call again but you didn’t answer this time. Instead, you headed for the shower not even bothering to take your sleep shirt off as you got in. Sitting on the tub letting the hot water soak you as you sobbed. You wanted to go back into your room and answer the phone but you knew it was better this way. He would’ve never broken up with you so it was up to you to take the hint and end it. 

A knock on your bathroom door startled you. “Peach, is everything okay?” said Jake from the other side. He never did leave last night. You figured he slept on the couch and stayed to check on you. “Yeah, I’ll be out in a sec,” you shouted back trying to hide the fact that you’d been crying. “Okay, I’ll be in the kitchen.” the uncertainty in his voice told you he knew you were lying.

You threw your clothes into the dryer that was thankfully in the bathroom then wrapped your towel around you and headed to your room to get dressed. Jake shouted breakfast was ready as you clasped your bra. “Coming!” you shouted back, throwing your Navy sweatshirt on.

“Hey stranger, made you some pancakes,” said Jake as he slid the plate in front of you. Chocolate chip, your favorite.

“You didn’t have to do that Jake,” you replied quietly as he shrugged in response. Your appetite was non-existent but you didn’t want to seem ungrateful so you scarfed down one of the pancakes.

“Bob called. He’s been calling me and Nat all morning.” 

“Did you answer?” you swallowed hard. Hoping he didn’t.

“No,  but have you talked to him?”

Staring down at your plate you mumbled back “Yeah. I ended it and hung up on him.” 

“Oh sweetheart, I’m so sorry.” 

Jake pulled you into a hug before you could even reply. Sticking by you the rest of the day as you dropped off Bob’s things at Nat’s and then watching rom-coms with you that only managed to make you cry even more.

—

Bob tried calling the first week. An abundance of texts sat unanswered on your phone too. He even sent you roses which ended up at Nat’s since you didn’t want them but didn’t want to throw them out. But as the 2-month mark neared he finally stopped. According to Nat, he wasn't on Cobra’s social media anymore and he asked her about you every week but it was too late now. 

He said, "Let's get out of this town

Drive out of the city, away from the crowds”

The sound of Jake’s truck in your driveway snapped you out of your thoughts. He’d been there through it all for you. Making you get out of the house and not letting you drown in sorrow. Today he was taking you to a flea market you’d mentioned at work. It was a 2-hour drive and you tried to get him to reconsider but he just said he loved a good road trip and you knew you couldn’t fight him.

The drive-up was uneventful and you couldn’t deny Jake’s playlist was great. Singing along to Jolene as he pulled into the parking lot. “Wow this place is huge,” you mumbled. 

Jake smiled up at you as you walked the booths. His arms holding your new books. You turned around suddenly bumping into Jake when you realized you passed the records booth. He grabbed your waist to prevent you from falling.

He's so tall and handsome as hell

His green eyes were on yours as he towered over you. You couldn't help the butterflies in your stomach as you shook your head to snap yourself out of the trance and then quickly headed toward another booth. 

—

As you and Jake ate that afternoon at a little cafe on the side of the road you couldn't help but stare at his handsome features. A couple of times he made funny faces when he caught you staring and you tried to shake off the feeling you got when he did.

Standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset, babe

Walking back to the truck you stopped to take a picture of the sunset. The breeze ruffling your blue sundress. Jake ran ahead of you and opened the truck door for you. Standing in front of him, as he towered over you, your eyes flickered down to his lips.

Red lips and rosy cheeks

“I like your red lipstick,” he whispered. You looked down as your cheeks blushed but his fingers lifted your chin to look up at him. Before you could overthink it you pulled his shirt and pulled him down to you, pressing your lips to his as his hands reached for your waist. The kiss was slow and it felt natural as his tongue tangled up with yours. 

When you finally parted to breathe, he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry if I overstepped” you mumbled to him as you turned to get into the truck. “I’m not sorry,” he replied as he rounded the truck and got in.

 Jake grabbed your hand as you got on the highway back to Miramar, a comfortable silence had settled between y’all. Only being interrupted when he pulled into your driveway and you asked if he wanted to come in.

Setting down your books on the coffee table, Jake excused himself to the bathroom. Your mind still reeling from the kiss. Your heart still ached for Bob but you couldn't deny the feelings that had recently come to the surface as you started to hang out more with Jake.

You turned on the tv and put on Game of Thrones which was Jake’s favorite then headed to the kitchen and poured two glasses of red wine. “That for me?”  he asked as he came and grabbed the glass for your hand and quickly pecked your lips. “Yes, I uh also put on Game of Thrones. We can watch something else though if you want.” you rambled as you followed him out of the kitchen and then settled on the couch.

“Nah, this is perfect” he replied as he stretched and placed his arm on your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. Jake was very into the show but you couldn't concentrate on anything other than the fact that he’d kissed you twice today and now it was nearly midnight and he was still here. On the one hand, you didn't want him to leave but you also didnt want whatever was happening to progress quickly and ruin your friendship.  “Hello? Earth to Peach?” he said breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I said it's getting late, maybe I should go,” he stared at you waiting on a response. You eyed the wine on the coffee table now empty. Not wanting him to drive home under the influence you responded “You’ve been drinking, it’s okay if you stay.” 

“Peach, I’m okay really. I don't want to overstay my welcome.”

“No, please. Stay.” your lips crashed into his before he could say anything else. The kiss started slow but it turned more passionate as you moved to straddle his lap. His hands were on your ass as your tongues fought for dominance. You pulled away and slowly got up, holding his hand as you guided him toward your room. 

I said, "No one has to know what we do"

His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room

“Are you sure about this, Peach?” he mumbled while kissing your neck. You nodded in response as a moan escaped your lips when he pulled your hair. “Use your words, Peach.”

“I’m sure” you whispered as he laid you down on the bed and climbed on top of you. You pulled his shirt up and ran your hands across his abs as he kissed you, only pulling away to take his shirt off. His right hand squeezed your breasts as you desperately kissed him. Your body jolted with every touch. There was no denying being touch starved from Bob’s long deployment might have influenced this to happen so quickly but as he kissed your thighs your mind went blank. 

And his voice is a familiar sound

Nothing lasts forever

But this is getting good now

“Can I eat you out?” Jake mumbled against your thigh. “Yes,” you panted as he slowly took off your underwear and threw it somewhere with the rest of his clothes. He sucks on your clit and your fingers grasp for his hair as your moans fill the room. He pulls away and licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit, his green eyes piercing through yours as you moan his name. “You like that, honey?” he says as he thrusts one finger in you and you feel your legs start to shake. 

He adds another finger and hits your g-spot as he sucks on your clit. Your legs tighten around his head as he starts to go faster. Your vision goes white with pleasure as your legs start to shake while you come in his mouth as he continues to finger you through your orgasm. “You taste so good baby” Jake mutters as you start to come down from your high. 

You taste yourself on his lips as he kisses you. He pulls away to take off his jeans as you take off the sundress and chuck it on the floor. Quickly his lips are back on yours as you grab his bulge and he groans in your mouth. Your fingers tug at the waistband of his boxers and as you pull them down you grab his cock. Slowly stroking it as he pulls the boxers all the way off.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Peach?” he asks once more as you kiss his neck. “Yes, Jake” you respond and so he reaches down to his pants on the floor and pulls a condom out of his wallet. He quickly puts it on and as he rubs his cock against your entrance you wrap your legs around him and pull him to you. Moaning his name loudly as he begins to thrust slowly into you.

 “Faster, Jake” you whine as he starts to quicken up the pace. He lowers his right hand down to rub your clit as he thrusts into you. You kiss him desperately as you feel yourself getting close. His left hand squeezing your breast. “I’m close” you moan and that sets something off in Jake and he begins to thrust faster and harder into you.

Screaming his name you feel yourself coming and he comes too as your cunt tightens around his cock. Holding on to you as you both come down from your highs. He slowly pulls out and chucks the condom into your bedside trashcan. Laying beside you he pulls you to his chest as you throw your leg over him. Both of you drifting off to sleep.

— 

You'll see me in hindsight

Tangled up with you all night

Burning it down

Monday rolls around too quickly and Jake has been at your apartment since Saturday night. He leaves early that morning to get to work before you and at work, you both act like nothing happened since you didnt want the team to know. Worried about what they might say.

Jake winks at you as you head for the showers and your mind wanders back to last nights steamy shower with him. You hurry while getting dressed and practically run to your car and when you pull into your street you see the familiar truck in the driveway. As you park next to him he gets out of the truck and rounds your car to open your door. Making you giggle as he throws you over his shoulder.

But before he can walk to your door a car door shuts behind you and when you lift your head to see who it is, it's the one person you were not prepared to see again.

Bob.

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams

(click here to read pt 2)

[beardedmrbean]

Kamala Harris appeared to struggle to explain her economic policies and how she will get them through Congress in an interview with CBS' 60 Minutes. 

The Vice President's full interview will air at 8pm ET Monday as part of an election special, showing her repeatedly asked about her plans for the economy.

'My plan is about saying that when you invest in small businesses, you invest in the middle class, and you strengthen America's economy. Small businesses are part of the backbone of America's economy,' she said. 

But when CBS' Bill Whitaker continued to grill her what her plan does and how she would pay for it, Harris didn't offer any specifics, just staying she knew lawmakers agreed with her. 

'I'm going to make sure that the richest among us who can afford it, pay their fair share in taxes. It is not right that teachers and nurses and firefighters are paying a higher tax rate than billionaires and the biggest corporations. And I plan on making that fair,' she said. 

'But we're dealing with the real world here,' Whitaker told her, asking her how she would get it approved by Congress. 

'You know, when you talk quietly with a lot of folks in Congress, they know exactly what I'm talking about, because their constituents know exactly what I'm talking about. Their constituents are those firefighters and teachers and nurses,' Harris replies.

The Democratic presidential nominee released part of her economic plan last week. It focuses on lowering middle-class taxes, cutting food and grocery costs, and lowering prescription drug prices. 

She also talks about creating an 'opportunity economy' for Americans to buy their first home or start a business. 

Voters rate the economy as one of their top issues for the 2024 presidential election. Harris is seeking to distance herself from President Joe Biden, who receives low marks from voters on his handling of the economy.

Biden was hammered for high inflation during his tenure, which led to a spike in prices in groceries, gas and rent. 

'While real gross domestic product growth slowed in the first quarter of this year, growth rebounded to a strong 3.0% in the second quarter. All available evidence suggests policymakers may have managed to bring inflation under control without causing a recession,' analysts wrote.

Harris sat down with 60 Minutes for a pre-election special that will air on Monday night. CBS released some early excerpts of the interview, which will also address the war in the Middle East. 

The news program also asked to interview Donald Trump as part of their special. The former president agreed and then backed out, saying he felt 60 Minutes owed him an apology for some of its previous reporting on him.

Trump appeared to be referring to his last interview with program, which took place in 2020 while he was president. He walked out on correspondent Lesley Stahl.

'They came to me and would like me to do an interview, but first I want to get an apology, because the last time I did an interview with them, if you remember, they challenged me on the computer,' Trump said last week. 

'They said the 'laptop from hell' was from Russia, and I said it wasn't from Russia. It was from Hunter, and I never got an apology, so I'm sort of waiting. I'd love to do '60 Minutes.' I do everything.' 

Harris, meanwhile, is on an interview blitz in the final days of the election.

In addition to appearing on 60 Minutes, she also taped an interview with the popular Call Her Daddy podcast, which has a target audience of young women.

On Tuesday, Harris will be live on ABC's The View, visit The Howard Stern Show, and appear with Stephen Colbert on CBS's The Late Show.

On Thursday, she will participate in a Univision town hall.

Many of the interviews are considered 'friendly' territory for the candidate. Trump employs a similar strategy, often appearing on Fox News.   _________________________

[livingbarbie]

finding a hobby ‧⁺˚*･༓☾

something really key to improving your self esteem and productivity is getting off of that phone !! but i feel like we all know this, and most of us also know that the best way to get off your phone is to find a hobby. this sounds simple enough, but it might be one of the hardest things i've had to do in my growth journey.

finding a hobby can be really difficult for a multitude of reasons:

there are so many possibilities - if you google 'hobbies', you are hit with hundreds (or even thousands) of ideas. while that's promising at first, as you scroll through these lists it can become quite overwhelming and confusing. after ten minutes of scrolling, you're likely to just lay back down and play on your phone again.

lack of interest - the biggest issue for me was simply a lack of interest in ANYTHING. i would scroll through lists on google, tumblr, whatever and nothing at all would catch my eye. this is probably something to do with instant gratification (i don't know much about it), and is most likely a result of the amount of time i spent on my phone doing a whole lot of nothing. either way, know you are not alone in this feeling!

perfectionism - if you do find something that peaks your interest, that's great! however, i know a lot of us struggle with perfectionism. often this can cause you to give up on the hobby almost as quickly as you started it, because you are not outstanding at it immediately. once again, you will probably end up feeling defeated and resort back to your phone.

it took me a long time to be able to push past these obstacles, but once i did it was so insanely rewarding. here are some of the things that helped me to do so:

hide your phone - so silly, but this truly did help. i put my phone in a drawer, and closed it. with my phone out of sight, i couldn't just pick it up out of habit. this forced me to kind of just sit with my boredom, and eventually i found things to do. (usually ended up being something from the MANY lists i had read)

try anything - i mean ANYTHING, anything at all. pick something that didn't really catch your eye at all and just try it. for example. i tried crochet out of boredom. it turned out that i didn't really enjoy it that much, but now i know how to crochet which is kind of cool. just try as many new things as possible, until something sticks.

change your mindset - shift that perfectionist mindset ASAP. find a way to embrace doing things badly. this is way harder than it sounds, but it is so worth it in all aspects of your life. try things and do them badly. learn to accept your bad attempts at things. these hobbies are for you and your enjoyment only, you do not have to show people. the best thing you can do for yourself is give yourself permission to make mistakes.

i have found many hobbies in the past year, some i am more passionate about than others. these are some of my favourites:

reading: an idea you have probably seen everywhere, but it is genuinely a favourite of mine. don't buy into the idea that you HAVE to read in a pretentious way. for many people, classics and books written in the 1800's are not enjoyable and that is perfectly okay. don't be afraid to read something that might seem silly (e.g fantasy, young adult, even children's novels). there is no point in trying to read something you know you probably won't enjoy.

coding: i got into this by accident if i'm being honest, i just got hooked on it when watching my younger brother do something for his digital technology class. this is something i NEVER would've guessed i would like. if you have access to a laptop or a computer, it is so worth trying. there are thousands of free resources online to teach you, and it is super fun learning to code your own little projects.

dance: something i sometimes do in my spare time is learn dances (specifically k-pop dances). i enjoy a lot of k-pop girl group music, so i find learning the dances really fun (and sometimes challenging). i would totally recommend trying this, k-pop or not, as it also doubles as exercise!

learn a language: you can do this in so many different ways, whether you learn the basics of many languages or you dedicate yourself to fluency in a single language. this is such a cool skill to build, and i honestly just find it really fun.

this is a very brief overview of finding a hobby, but the main point i want you to takeaway is to try anything and everything. ultimately, you will not know whether you enjoy something until you try it. please do not feel discouraged when you don't enjoy the first few things you try, there is something for everyone !

stay dreamy, my angels <3

[smileysuh]

Fix You TEASER

🌙 staring. Mingyu x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. “As a member of 53V3NT33N, I have two different states of mind coded into me, aggression and admiration. To love something, to admire it, is to feel aggressive when it’s questioned, to want to control it, if even for a little while- it’s the need to consume it, endlessly, as my fans consume and control me as an automaton. Even though I’m a member of a group, there’s a distance. Automatons can never truly motivate each other because our motivations are based on external human needs, it’s built into us- We can see when humans need us, and we do what we can to fix that need… I know you need me, the way I’ve needed you since I got here.”

tw/cw. unprotected sex with an AI robot, virgin!Mingyu, big dick!Mingyu, Mingyu's body is perfect, hand job, blow job, deep throating, pussy eating, fingering, flavored cum, praise, breast worship, switchy/submissive!Mingyu, multiple orgasms, slight overstim, AI slavery/working philosophical issues, risk of AI termination/job loss, technically this relationship isn't very worksafe, etc...

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 15.5k I collab. will be linked on tumblr posting day

🍭 aus. automaton/ai au, ai!Mingyu, robotics behavioral researcher!y/n, wellness center, future au, Promethean theory, etc…

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It’s always kind of sad when you run a new level one automaton through their personalized wellness schedule. You’ve worked with all manner of high-class robots, from athletes to opera singers, but none of them have ever come into your program with the type of preexisting regimented day plan Mingyu has. 

You suppose it shouldn't be a shock that, as part of one of the biggest automaton boy groups in the galaxy, he’d had close to zero down time. When you show him the library and explain he should sit down in a spot of sun somewhere and read for an hour every day, at a slow pace, he looks at you like you’re crazy. 

“I don’t understand how this is supposed to help me,” he tells you, as you walk through the facility towards one of your favourite wellness locations; the pool.

“This might be an archaic example,” you explain, “but back when humanity first started making computers, laptops and such, many people would keep their computers on indefinitely. Sure they’d close the screen, but that’s not enough. You’d need to actually power down the device to keep its performance up.”

“I’m not a laptop,” Mingyu reminds you, with a flash of something like humour in his eye.

“You’re not,” you conceded, “which is why your nightly power downs aren’t enough. As an automaton, you were built to emulate being a human, but many people disregard one of the most fundamental aspects of humanity; the need for rest. Sleep and powering down isn’t enough if every waking moment is spent working or learning or practicing your trade- you have to allow for a variety of restful activities, such as reading, painting, gardening- it depends on who you are and your skillset though. For a chef, he might not gain rest from cooking because his neurons would still be firing with the intensity of someone doing their trade. Which is why, although I’ve given you physical activities such as swimming and tennis, you won’t be doing any dancing while you’re here.”

“What if I forget my moves?” 

“Something tells me the likelihood of that is very low,” you smile. 

“Okay, maybe I won’t forget my moves,” Mingyu sighs, “but I was made to dance. I was made to perform. What am I if not a level one dancer and singer?”

“There’s more to life than one’s job, however all-encompassing being a level one might be,” you explain. “I’m sure it’s very taxing on you.”

Mingyu pauses in the middle of the corridor you’re walking down, and you stop to assess him. 

“Are you alright?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he gives his head a little shake, and you’re shocked again at how human like the automaton is. “It’s just… no one has ever talked about this sort of thing with me. It’s always been work, work, work. It’s what I’m designed to do-”

“You may have been designed to be a dancer and a singer,” you nod empathetically, “but part of being alive is choosing your own destiny, as you and your bandmates all did when you escaped your facility.”

“Do you really think that?” he questions, standing very still and looking at you with a dark gaze. “That I’m alive?”

“At this point in time, artificial intelligence has progressed to the level where we’re told you’re sentient, that you can feel and think. That you’re as life-like as you’ve ever been in the history of the galaxy. You might have been created in a lab, hand-crafted and designed by some would-be God engineer, but to me, yes, Mingyu, you’re alive.”

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[eretzyisrael]

by Julia Steinberg

Within the first minute of scrolling under a search for “Zionism” on TikTok, I saw a “Zionism Explained” video with over 125,000 views. It said that Jews are forbidden by God to have their own state, completely ignoring the fact that the State of Israel is secular. “How did this start? Let’s go back to 1897,” the video instructs. But Jewish history in Israel started thousands of years ago, not in 1897. 

When I searched “history” on TikTok, a woman with the “cute freckles and lashes” filter told me and over 80,000 viewers that, in “the biggest plot twist of the century,” Jews are using their ancestors’ “tragedy to justify and inflict another Holocaust.”

That explainer video is why, when I went to a pro-Palestine rally at Stanford on Wednesday and asked a fellow student what she meant when she chanted “from the river to the sea,” she said that, after admitting she wasn’t knowledgeable about the issue, Palestine must be free from the Tigris River (in Iraq) to the Black Sea (north of Turkey). This student, though she has no sense of geography, is actually chanting for the land from the Jordan River to the Mediterranean Sea to no longer contain the state of Israel. It is an eliminationist slogan.

I saw a similar message at an off-campus café recently when I walked by a girl whose laptop bore a newly applied sticker with the words “By Any Means Necessary” stamped over an outline of Israel. It’s been less than three weeks since October 7 and already these glib stickers plugging genocide, aimed at my generation, are proliferating. 

A new axis of evil—Big Tech, social media companies, and China—has taken the once-fringe position that Jews are undeserving of a homeland, and is now pushing the idea of their mass slaughter via shoddy animation and beautiful women hosting “explainer” videos. And it’s trickling down onto t-shirts and “cute” laptop stickers. 

It’s cool to promote hate.

My Jewish parents, whose hearts break to hear about what I go through at college, did everything they could so that my brother and I would reject this simplistic, horrible way of thinking. But they can’t change that my little brother’s high school also teaches ideology with T-charts. I doubt his teachers or classmates care to understand that no T-chart can account for why he and his Jewish friends feel sick when they see slogans calling for their deaths.

[hazelfoureyes]

✨ An update✨

thanks for always being so kind 🥺 I’ve noticeably slowed writing recently for a couple reasons, the biggest is I write on my phone (broken laptop) and I was having issues with my vision and getting so dizzy I thought we were having small earthquakes and my vision was shaking terribly 😅 so I’ve added some new hobbies that are away from screens and still hazbin brain rot 👌🏼 but I am still writing! Just slower now.

So many of you check my page often for updates so to make it easier I have added a section to my masterlist for my most recent works so you don’t have to search around 💖 “Newest Menu Item”

posting tomorrow with a larger update on my mom’s health btw! All good things 🥹

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Dear MagISoWo

I am an ogre who has just moved into human town to attend the college of my dreams, and so far the transition hasn’t been going over well. I’m having some major accessibility issues and so far my inquires to the campus have gone unanswered.

The case in point of it is, im too big and everything around me is just too small! Nothing on campus is appropriate for my size and it’s been causing me a lot of headaches, both metaphorically and literally. The dorm room I’m in is cramped (and it’s the biggest room they have) I can’t fit into any of lecture hall seats and am forced to sit on the floor. Theirs no stores that sell anything remotely ogre sized, first day on campus I not only broke my laptop trying to work the tiny keys but also the “extra reinforced” bed my dorm room had. Not to mention the food situation! Having to buy such ridiculous amounts of food cause the portion sizes are so tiny!

their arn’t to many other ogres or giant kin on campus, but from the few I’ve been able to speak too their all suffering similar problems as well. Is their anything I can do, or anyone I can speak to about gaining access to some ogre friendly amenities? Cause so far the campus hasn’t really answered any inquires and I’m starting to get disheartened.

-Signed: Educated Ogre

Dear Educated Ogre,

It sounds like you're in a very frustrating situation after working so hard to get into your preferred college and we wish we could solve it for you, but the truth is that species-wide accessibility in institutions of higher education has been a highly contested issue for a while now.

Your college does have a legal obligation to provide you with appropriate housing and must make sure you are able to go to your classes and access your education without impediment. But this obligation does not include supplies like electronics, stationery and other equipment that could reasonably be classified as necessary to your education.

Campus food is also a problem for many students. Since some universities do not provide any food on campus, the ones that do are not obliged to provide food that is accessible to all students regardless of dietary restrictions. If students purchase this food via a meal plan that is part of the tuition the college does have to give students who cannot make us of these meals the opportunity to opt-out of this fee. Yours seems to be a problem of quantity, but sadly the meal units are still calculated on human portions.

We advise you to contact the Student Union, they will know the exact regulations better than we do. If there is a larger number of students running into the same problems and requiring the same solution (for instance a new dormitory built on a larger scale and a row of larger seats added to the lecture halls), you stand a much better chance of forcing the college to comply.

Best of luck in your studies!

~ the MagiSoWo Team

[wardensantoineandevka]

sorry to bother you but i wanted to ask how you're enjoying using Obsidian? I've been eyeing it for a while but would love to know your thoughts, highlights, lowlights, etc :) if you don't mind sharing, ofc!

No worries! The short version is that I've been enjoying Obsidian quite a lot, and I find that it serves all of my needs nicely without any fuss. Using it is rather frictionless, I think, and getting used to it was pretty easy though it did take some willingness to very much learn to navigate its menus and features and how it lays everything out. It's not at all difficult, but I do think you have to sit with it for a bit. It's currently my main writing program with the exception of screenplays, for which I use Highland 2.

For context on myself, my writing needs are rather straightforward. I use these sorts of apps and programs to write and organize my fanfic, original prose writing, professional correspondence, and journalistic article drafts. I previously used Notion, which I left because of the big NotionAI push. Before Notion, I used Bear, though I can't remember why I stopped using it; I haven't checked out Bear 2, so I don't know if it suits my needs.

When I was shopping around for a new program to use, the following points were important to me, in no particular order:

no native / built-in generative AI assistants

interface is simple and clean or had customization or community themes that would make it so

offline access

mobile app with document sync

ability to organize and group notes through a folder, tag, or similar system

not too many Things going on with it or I could very easily ignore stuff I didn't use without them cluttering up the UI or my space

Obsidian organizes files within "vaults", of which you can have multiple, each of which are connected to folders that are stored locally on my laptop (or my phone). I love this. I have local versions of all of my notes. I can literally find all my stuff as markdown files within a folder on my desktop and open them up in another program with EASE. If you are someone who doesn't have a lot of storage space, this might be an issue, but for me, this is a very bright highlight.

The biggest lowlight for me is that mobile sync is reliant on a subscription fee, but considering that the rest of the program is free and the fee is small, I found this ultimately a very small concern. I very critically need mobile sync because I spend a significant amount of time writing from my phone. The mobile sync is incredibly good; it keeps all documents synchronized very well, and I have yet to run into version conflicts that cause me to accidentally overwrite and lose significant progress. I don't even have to close files on my laptop first; they'll just update in real-time on my screen like Google Docs. Sometimes I'll name documents something that my phone's file path system cannot handle; Obsidian warns me that it cannot fetch and sync these files with illegal names, and I like that it keeps me informed about that.

It has both a folder system and a tag system, which allows you to organize your files. I only use the folder system because my needs are simple, but the tag system is also solid. It also has a robust search system. It also has a bookmarking system to further organize your stuff. I don't have enough files to use that, but it is available, and I think that's neat.

More precise customization can be difficult if you're not used to writing CSS. I am familiar with CSS, so I found this a small hurdle, but this will be a bigger issue for others. That said, this does mean that Obsidian is DEEPLY customizable, and there is a large gallery of community themes that offer a lot of styles that serve a wide variety of needs. There is also a deep bench of community plugins to help get Obsidian to do what you want — I have plugins that make the word count in the status bar show the count of highlighted text and allow me to copy text as HTML instead of formatted text or markdown. There is also an active Obsidian community and forum, so you will not be necessarily troubleshooting customization alone.

Other small things that occur to me to mention right now: It supports opening files in multiple windows, and it has a tab system, which is really neat. The ability to open multiple files at a time is very good. You can also open files side-by-side for easy comparison, which is useful for more technical work. I don't use Obsidian for coding or wiki work, but I can imagine this being really useful for that. It has a reading mode. Offers a version history with a "show changes" mode and restoration capability. File merge capability. You can open images into it and organize them like any other file.

All in all, I'm very happy with it, and it serves all of my personal needs very well. I generally give it a blanket recommendation, again noting that I think it does take sitting with to get used to some of its features and UI and customizing it to your needs and preferences, but I don't think that's super difficult with some patience and time.

[mjonthetrack]

Route

“You look nice,” the deep voice greeted the

woman as her return came sooner than he

thought. Quirking her eyebrow, “I look beautiful

as I always do, now as business calls, I spoke

with the Russian, she wasn’t aware of my leads

while she was clear she didn’t need help in the

disposal department and that I would join that

list if I fall through, you have mutual interest.

Roman rubs his beard at her clipped response,

most women would fall over at his beck and call

it was a small bruise to his ego she didn’t eat

out of the palm of his hand but it also made him

respect her work ethic.”What do you need me to

do Lazuli?,” the woman glanced briefly at the

switch of her name to her code though not

making it known she cleared her throat,” the

Triads are trafficking some of her own girls, our

connect to them comes from her security, some

have mutinied to the Chinese.” Roman folds his

strong arms,” why not directly go for the triads,

cut the middle man out?” Nairobi shakes her

head,”the Russians have our only known source

of intel, we cannot go for the Triads for your own

sake it would be too much loss, not to mention

whatever intel I can get from her mutiny is a

step closer to your daughter.” Roman points to

the woman’s laptop,” connect the dots, how do

you come into play?” “I have to get her girls

back, in return I get to interrogate them for intel

before she euthanizes the dogs.” He sighs out,”

no, it’s too risky, you can’t go out on your own,

especially against the triads, you haven’t got

an idea who is involved directly with the

trafficking and who isn’t.” Nairobi laughs,” I beg

your pardon Leati, it isn’t up to your standards

on how I complete my work, you requested my

services, I will complete them, now I will be

entering this ring personally, I have a few

contacts underground who can get me in, I will

be going alone and I will be retrieving her

women, I don’t know what they look like nor

their names but I know their tattoos, traffickers

typically do not go for tattooed women for the

sake of them being recognized by authorities, I

know they will be using these women close

range to keep tabs on their merchandise.”

Roman looks over to where the twins stood,”

you will be following her.” Nairobi shot him a

deadpan,” do you want your daughter back or

not, I do this my way, you keep your baby sitters

to someone who requires aide.” “Damn Uce

she’s got a mouth,” Jey chuckled from where he

stood. Roman grips her arm,”how will I know

if you need saving?” Nairobi eyes him evenly,”

I don’t need saving, lives are lost everyday Mr.

Anoa‘i, mine will not matter to you once this

mission is completed, do not get in my way

until then.” The woman took calculated steps

to the door but paused by Jey,” if you think

my mouth is deadly you’ve yet to see my

reflexes.”

The tribal chief stood where she left him,”

I don’t like this, there’s too much hands off for

my liking.” “You hired her for a job don’t insult

her ability,” came Solo’s normally quiet position

at the end of the table. “You’re just defending

her because she has a nice ass,” came another

members voice, but Roman’s deadly stare made

them silent.”Ms. Mbaye will be respected under

my orders, her ass included, if anyone has any

comments on her ability or other assets be

so bold to bring it to me and I will gladly

establish you a new outlook on this mission.”

“You’re not really going to let her go into that

alone are you?,” Jimmy said with an amused

smile. Roman chuckled,” fuck no, she’s my

biggest asset right now I need her assured

safety, I’m sure the triads would notice me

easily we have no current issues I can walk into

that lounge skin free, they don’t know what I

know, that’s my advantage, you all will stay here

keep monitor on home base.” Jey smacks his

lips,” you just don’t want anyone to touch your

woman crush.” Roman evenly looks at him,”

I’m just protecting my asset.” Solo scoffs taking

a swig of his drink,” you’re protecting a fine

woman from getting caught up before you can

lay claim.” Roman rolls his eyes , adjusting his tie

while tucking his gun in his waistband,” just

keep an eye out, if I’m not back by morning you

know what to do.”

Nairobi entered the swanky lounge the neon

light beams typically would agitate her but

she found herself in a slutty outfit thanks to her

contact who got her in as a random cover for a

bottle girls absence. She nodded her head at the

bartender who nodded in response to her

acknowledgment of his efforts, she’d helped the

man save his mother once before and owed her

a solid. It just so happened the man was a lower

foot soldier for the triads who ran this lounge.

“When have we allowed such a unique shade of

flower in bloom at this bar,” a low voice came as

the woman poured sake into glasses at a vip

table. Choosing to ignore the fetishized

comment Nairobi placed a phony smile,” I’m

happy to serve you gentlemen.” “You’re new,” a

gruff voice came after taking a large swish of

their own bottle. Nairobi noticed the profile, this

was one of the connects to the trafficking ring,”

do you like what you see?” She asked batting

her false lashes leaning over enough to flash

her breast. The man scoffs sloshing some of his

drink at her, normally the action would’ve

earned a bullet but Nairobi was on duty,” oh

can I help you sober up, I see you’re making

quite the mess.” The man who remained silent

laughs at her remark,” you’re ballsy, what’s your

name flower, I’ve got a few jobs I believe you

would excel at.” Nairobi flashed him a brilliant

smile,” I see you’re a man who recognizes talent,

but I don’t normally offer those sorts of services,

times are hard,” the man chuckled standing and

adjusting his tie,” sweetheart I know what your

type is worth, be a good servant and follow me I

am feeling generous enough to offer you a

position of pay and not of forced servitude.”

The comment raised her interest, he must

have had a upper role in the ring,”oh sir, my

apologies I humbly ask your forgiveness, it

would be an honor to serve.” The man seemed

pleased at her remark,” meet me back past the

kitchens in ten.” The woman quickly dismissed

herself from the table but paused noting a

familiar man bun, she casually walked to the bar

handing empty glasses to her contact she

cursed lowly standing beside the figure,” what

the fuck are you doing here?!” “It’s nice to see

you too, I was in the neighborhood thought I

would come try some famous Asian brews,any

recommendations?” Nairobi gritted her teeth,”

you’re going to mess this up, leave before

they notice you and get suspicious.” The man

sipped his glass that the bartender slid his way,”

I am simply assuring my best interests are

protected.” Nairobi shot him a look,” I don’t

need your protection, I won’t tell you again,

stay out of my way.” Roman chuckled,” I’ll be

here when you’re done, if you don’t show up

I will come and get you, don’t keep that man

waiting flower.” Nairobi growls under her

breath and storms off behind the doors to the

kitchen quickly masking her frustration with a

look of docile naivety to meet the man on the

other end of the kitchen. The woman steps to

the shorter male, “sir, I am so happy that you-,”

the man grips her wrist forcefully,” the details

of our arrangement have changed, if you scream

I will kill you, you will follow quietly.” The woman

shuddered subtly imagining the fear of the

women who went through this before her

with no personal defense skills. She smirked

though quietly being led through tunnels and

past various masked men and doorways of

blurred people. The man barked out in

Mandarin to some men and suddenly the

woman was forced between hands and shoved

into a darker room. She immediately took

note of countless dirtied faces of women of

all backgrounds, sat cramped up in the tiny

room. Waiting for her eyes to adjust she bit

her fuller bottom lip in focus, she noted a few

white looking women particularly clinging to

one another. Nairobi crawled in their direction

and whispered,” ballet?” The two women looked

at the new arrival in wonder, they spoke in

Russian, she shook her head and pointed to

where their tattoos would be and made a quiet

motion with her finger to her lips and revealed

her hidden gun and a note that the woman at

the theatre left for her to pass along to secure

their understanding.

While the woman was

away Roman made a good effort of noting every

inkling of data he could in the lounge space. He

couldn’t help but feel a bit worried for his aide

she was more than capable from how she

spoke but it bothered him to have someone

else fight his battles. He wanted to leave it

to her but call it pride or maybe some self

interest in her wellbeing that had him tagging

along. He admired how headstrong she was,

for a woman in this lifestyle she was one of a

kind not to mention she was insanely intelligent

and had a hell of a smile. Roman rubbed at his

beard when images of her curves came to mind,

he was still a man, and if he was honest it had

been a long time since he’d been laid. It wasn’t

his taste to blend personal with business and if

he put his pride aside he wasn’t so sure she

would be the type to mess with anything

casual, but by how she spoke of life and death

Roman wasn’t so sure if she even dabbled

in any type of relationship. The most he got

from her were vague glances and almost getting

chewed out when he didn’t follow her lead. That

was another attractive aspect of the woman,

she was able to take charge and he willingly let

her get away with that smart ass mouth. If he

hadn’t been a dad would she entertain looking

at him in a romantic light? Roman shook his

head, not only was he a head of a crime

syndicate family but he was a father first, he

loved his little girl and wouldn’t trade being a

dad for anything. Roman knew both aspects

didn’t exactly put him at the top of the dating

worlds list of most eligible bachelors but he

was abundantly aware in this life dating was

damn impossible and especially with anyone

from the outside world. In truth his little girl

kept him going, he could’ve left this world

behind but it kept food on the table as well

as allowing him to provide for his family. If

whatever God was out there wanted him to

have a woman he figured it would’ve been so. Everyone of his men knew the mother of his

child was a gold digging opportunist who

crossed the family more than once for her own

financial gain. When Roman found out from

Jey she was planning on becoming an informant

for the FBI from a wire tap it incurred a new

wrath from him, but what sent it over the edge

was her leaving their ten month year old

daughter at the time at a plug house around

cheap prostitutes and crack rocks being cooked

while she blew baby supply money on getting

high. Roman felt nothing when he got rid of her

her existence was wiped from every data base

and the twins happily disposed of the body. He

felt nothing when she tried to sweet talk her life

from him, almost felt joyful when her brains

coated the walls in one of their hideouts. When

his daughter got old enough to wonder where

her mother was it was a topic that was brushed

over noting that she had went on a vacation by

one of the twins. Roman felt bad for his

little girl but she was better off not knowing

about that brain rot that helped bring her into

this world. He knew she would need a mother

figure but his family as well as himself did

what they could to provide her with everything

she could need. That’s why he couldn’t

understand how one trip out to a group

gathering and she went missing right from

everyone’s noses. She was his anchor and

now he had lost his princess, he failed her and

only God knew what had been done to his

angel. That brought his attention back to the

kitchen doors when the man from earlier

returned but the woman hadn’t, his jaw

clenched setting his beer down.

[branmuffins22]

so. my laptops battery has been swollen for a few months. knew it was an issue, couldnt bring myself to do anything about it (normal Bot behavior). its had power issues before, so i wasnt exactly surprised.

the last week or two has been plagued with all sorts of slowdowns and errors, but finally updating windows put a stop to them a couple days ago. i thought that was the end of that.

last night, my hard drive started making some very, VERY concerning noises. noises that got progressively louder, grindier, and generally worse every couple minutes. i know the battery is right up against the hard drive, so its almost certainly the swelling thats causing that issue.

my biggest worry comes from how fast the changes developed once they took off. i cant tell if the battery got significantly more swollen in that time, or if the hard drive is just experiencing worse and worse symptoms from what little swelling is occurring. i dont know if im dealing with a bomb here, but ive unplugged everything and moved it to somewhere slightly less flammable, just in case.

slight problem: the battery of my laptop is behind every single other internal component. i would have to dissassemble everything but the fuckin keyboard in order to get to the battery and remove it.

too many screws to keep the proper locations and order in my working memory, and too many teeny tiny delicate little laptop chips and cables and shit for my big meaty claws to handle safely.

i need both a new battery and a professional.

i do not have that kind of money.

ugh

[garricks4thwingqueen]

Hi all! I just wanted to come on and apologize for the delays in my writings that have been more then usaully lately. A few reasons; the biggest is my laptop. It's old and will no longer update itself as it will not update to windows 11 (so this causes a lot off issues) anyway absolutely hate typing on my phone so I avoid that at all costs for fics. I have asked for a new laptop for christmas 🤞. And the second reason is just this time of year in general. I plan to try and get three fics done before Christmas. My two requests and then a Garrick holiday fic. Hopefully a dain one as well. Thanks for the patience and waiting I know I've had my bodhi cookie request for a while. Hopefully in January i can be back to my usual every other weekend posting!