#Drawbacks of Windows Phone

[junaidjee]

Advantages and Disadvantages of Windows phone

Windows Phone’s first version named Windows Phone 7 was released in October 2010. Then in 2012, Windows Phone 8 was released. Windows Phone 7 using Windows CE-based kernel. While Windows Phone 8 used Windows NT. Windows Phone 8 was using Windows 8 PC versions. Windows Phone 7 was built using old OS which was differently coded than Windows Phone 8. Most of the apps of Windows Phone 7 were…

[lufyuu]

Protagonist's wants

Tws: fucking in someone else's house, semi public.

Description: a drabble showing why River is one of 2 freaky ocs of mine

River quite literally doesn't give a fuck where the two of you are. If he's horny, he'll fuck you. This is almost common knowledge for you at this point even if it's only been a couple months since the two of you got together. He takes 'anytime, anywhere' seriously. The only drawback from this is that he's quite the childish fellow. If he wants it, he better get it! This became quite obvious one starry night.

Almost everyone's been invited to Kevin's party. The popular jock everyone knew and loved. Well, maybe not the second part but still! His parties are known to be lively and fun, who would want to miss it? Apparently River does.

"I'm not going", he states while paying little attention to what you just said. Just like any other normal person, you shrug it off. If he isn't going, then you'll just have to go with your friends. "Alright", was all you answered as you made yourself toast as a light snack. With the party starting in just an hour or two, you figured it'd be best to eat a bit now, get ready, and then call up your friends to pick you up. The toaster clicks, indicating your toast is ready. While being careful, you grab it out of the toaster and take a bite. It crunches as you do. River who has been focused on his phone while sitting on the couch, turns around to look at you. Or rather, the piece of toast. "Let me have a bite", you take a few more bites before giving him what's left of it. More like you shove it into his open mouth. Either way, he chews and swallows it. As he's still on his phone, he doesnt notice you going to his bedroom to "borrow" an outfit. He's a pretty stylish guy so nothing can go wrong. You open his closet and immediately spot one that catches your eye. Of course, you take it out and change into it. He wouldn't mind his boyfriend borrowing his clothes, would he?

You admire yourself in the mirror. His outfit fits and suits you like a glove! Practically made just for you. You can't help but take a picture! You finish getting ready and exit the room looking as good as ever. Probably even better. This time, River notices you and puts his phone to the side. "Are those my clothes?", he recognizes it to which you just nod, paying no mind. River, still confused, asks "are you going to the party??", as if it's the most confusing thing he's ever heard. "Well yeah, my friends will pick me up", you grab whatever you need and are about to head out when River stops you in your tracks. "Tell them you don't need them to pick you up, I'm going", he gets up from the couch and strolls over to his room.

Moments later, he comes out looking fresh. His hair isnt a mess anymore, his outfit makes him look expensive. He strides over to the counter and grabs his keys. "Get in the car", he walks towards the car and grabs your wrist, dragging you with him. You don't even have a say in the whole arrangement. Before you even knew it, the two of you arrive at the party.

The partying crowd notices River's car and Kevin immediately goes up to the window. River doesn't bother to roll it down, he's not a big fan of his Jock personality. Even though it's muffled, you can hear Kevin's voice from outside the vehicle, "hey Riverrr, I'm glad you finally showed up! It's the first time you've ever came", he's all giddy about the fact River Sterling came to his party. He'd always invited the latter but River had always declined or just a no show. It's quite rare to see him at a party. Kevin has you to thank. If it werent for you coming, River would have stayed home doing God knows what.

When the two of you step into the large house, it was clear nobody's going to leave the place sober. "[Name]? There you are!", one of your friends comes up to you, followed by the others, "y'know, we were really confused when you suddenly told us to not pick you up", he sighs, "we thought you'd abandoned us! But turns out you're here with your boyfriend", your other friend, Erie, looks at River up and down, jokingly rolling her eyes at him. "Well, we'll be stealing your boyfriend away now!", she says before grabbing your wrist and running deeper into the house with the whole friendgroup following not too far behind, leaving River dumbfounded. Though, it's not long that he's snapped out of his trance as a group of people gather around him seeing as his boyfriend's gone to have some fun. "River, let's have a few drinks", someone says, holding a shot a bit too close to his lips. Gosh, it reminds River why he hates parties.

You, on the other hand, are having lots of fun. It's the first time in a while since you've last felt so free. It really doesnt hurt to let loose a little sometimes. Gossiping like there's no tomorrow while munching on some fries. There's no crowd gathering around you, only a handful of your close friends. "Literally I saw our Chemistry professor being lovey dovey with Ms Miller", "the Biology teacher!?", "isn't he with the dance teacher??", everyone takes their turn in sharing their knowledge of the situation. You only sit back and enjoy hearing the things being said.

After an hour or two, Evie heads to get to know a few underclassmen and upperclassmen while the others head to get some more snacks. You're the only one on the couch, enjoying some fruit punch. Despite the loud music, you find yourself relaxing a bit, to the point you close your eyes. Through the loud music, you can hear an even noiser sound coming from behind. When you turn around, you see a crowd. They're almost tripping one another just to get the attention of someone. 'He can deal with it', you think to yourself, already knowing who's in the middle of all this. He must be used to all this attention. "Agh! Please let me through!", it's not very often you see River struggling in the middle of a crowd. The last time you saw him in one, he looked relaxed and was frankly enjoying the attention. Look at him now, struggling to get through. You can't help but let out a small laugh before turning back around to enjoy the rest of your beverage.

[Love Quest!]

Even though you've seen this window a lot, it still baffles you whenever you see it. Especially when you're out no less! There's no way to complete the quest, this is crazy! "River you jerk!", you turn to curse at him but he's no longer there, instead, you feel a hand grabbing your wrist. "Hey, let's get out of here", you hear a whisper as you get pulled roughly. Obviously it's River but it really is a wonder how fast it took him to get to you. You almost trip while trying to keep up with River's pace, it's as if he's in a rush to find something. Fortunately for the two of you, nobody follows behind.

The two of you arrive in an empty, dark and somewhat quiet room where he pins you to the wall, "River! What are you even thinking!", you yell at him, looking up to face him eye to eye, "fucking hell, I thought I was going to go crazy", he continues, "this is why I hate parties", he's most likely referring to the fact he was being surrounded and chased down almost the whole time he's been at the party. In hindsight it was definitely not something to laugh about. "Then let's leave okay? I'm sorry for making you come here", you suggest, trying to get out of his grip but he doesnt let go, "an apology wont do it, didn't you see that window?", he points at the window that is on your right, gosh you almost forgot about if it werent for him pointing that out, "we can complete it at home–", "no, since we're in an empty room now, I say we finish it right now", his tone leaves no room for retaliation. The protagonist will always get what he wants, even if it's a good fucking in someone else's hallway.

With your hands being pinned to the wall and your ass left completely exposed to River, he has an easy time thrusting into you. You face the wall, trying to hold in your moans in order not to be discovered by the people partying away downstairs by biting your lip. Rivers thrusts are relentless in their attack. He groans and even lets out a few quiet moans, completely shameless. Usually you wouldnt be this worried about being discovered as River puts an invisible barrier between the two of you and the rest but this time he decided to not do that and risk the chance of the two of you being caught fucking while there's a party going on. "R-River please.. I cant keep holding in my— aH!", you involuntarily let out quite a loud moan, prompting a few people to look around for the source of the noise. Your eyes widen at the noise you just made, turning around to try and glare at River. He doesnt even stop thrusting into you, infact, he does it even harder and faster now that he's heard you moan.

You can feel yourself getting close to your climax, some tears well up. River shows no sign of stopping. The sound of skin against skin is not too loud but loud enough that if someone went up the stairs, they'd be able to hear everything. "Isn't this exciting..", he stops to whisper in your ear. You turn to look at him with pleading eyes, "p-please...I want to cuM...!", your begging words drove something in him. "Whatever you want, angel", he teases and starts to pump into you again. This time, chasing his own climax too. It's almost as if all the self control you had just dissappeared, "gosh, you're tighter now", you can barely hear him say while you're a moaning mess, not caring if they heard you anymore. "A-ahh River ngh", you close your eyes, the pleasure getting to you. The two of you are in yout own little world, River fucking you roughly as you take it like you always do. "That's it, let out your pretty little voice", he seems very satisfied in making you almost yell out his name in pleasure. Eventually, you couldn't hold it anymore, "c-cUmMinG...gH", you splurt all over Kevin's wall. His hallway wall. Though in this very moment, you don't even think about it. Why should you anyways, you're too busy being pounded. With you cumming, your hole becomes tighter which brings even more pleasure to the man abusing your hole. It doesn't take long for him to thrust deep inside of you and unload his cum inside. Your legs give out and you almost fall but River catches you before that happens.

You're barely conscious when the two of you descend the stairs, face to face with the party goers. "What were you guys doing up there?", Kevin goes up to River with a curious look. River only smiles eerily, "curiosity killed the cat", and exits the party with you in hand. You're too tired to even comprehend anything. When you get into the passenger seat, it's almost as if an off button was pressed as you fall into a deep sleep until the two of you arrive to River's place.

The next day, you're laying on the couch with your boyfriend sitting next to you. You're mindlessly scrolling on your phone. Not thinking much about what happened last night. It's quite common for River to fuck you anywhere and everywhere, you were a bit shocked at first but got over it after the whole thing blew over. You don't pay much attention on River until you hear him chuckle a bit. A half smirk emerges on his face as he looks at his phone, "what are you smirking about?", you question which he dismisses, "nothing, just a very cute picture", he puts his phone into his pocket. Maybe he should go to parties more often, he'll get to see more of that adorable nervous face of yours!

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I'm back! As promised, here is a freaky drabble of River, but I went a bit overboard, and it turned into a short fic instead😅

[intynidad]

yayayayayayayya!

Imagine a Soldier, a DILF,Huge, muscular, and so intimidating! But there are a few drawbacks.. He is VERY possessive and overprotective! (Yandere)

He can’t see you with another man! Or even the thought of a man breathing in your direction is enough for him to throw a sharpened knife at his head.. Even women are rivals to him.. He is a MaleWife! I’m his free time he wants to take care of you! like imagine the pink frills and bows but with camouflage pants and dog tags..

And the way he looks at you.. with so much adoration and love.. Even after transforming into a beast a few moments ago and glaring at the one who dared to even look at his sweet darling!

Scary dog privileges!! A huge almost 7 foot man stalking behind you with a preditorial gaze.. Sending death glares at anyone who passes near you..

you don’t know how he is so stealthyfor being so huge..

Has a huge and muscular body! So he has huge hands and arms.. With lots of bulging veins!

(Imagine grabbing his moobies after a hard day of work.. He would moan and whimper like a bitch in heat.. a string of Thank yous coming out his mouth..)

I imagine he has a hidden piercing probably on his tongue.. but no one knows.. except you.. but isn’t noticeable because he wears a balaclava at work!

Petnames!: Darling, Sweethear, Angel, My love, Princess, Lovely

It took some time but i really like how it came out owo

I got a little lazy on the end but is still good

TW: yandere behavior, description of violence(not towards reader), use of pet names (sugar cube and darling), female oriented reader ??? Tell me if i miss anything owo

Enjoy !

War was not kind to anyone.

First, your father was drafted to fight on the front lines. He tried to write every time he could, but one day, you and your mother stopped getting any letters. That's when you knew it - that your father was dead.

Your now-widowed mother was absolutely heartbroken. You tried to initiate a conversation, saying, -"Hello, Mom,"- but were only met with silence. This is how things have been going since the news of your father. It’s been a lonely and difficult time for your family.

You often found yourself staring out of the window, watching the seasons change. The world outside seemed to carry on as if nothing had happened, while inside your home, there was a void that couldn't be filled.

You saw how the war started to consume your little neighborhood, first your father, then your mother, and now your friends.

"I can't believe it," you said with a shaky voice. "You can't leave me."

You clutched the small phone in your hands while the other person on the line gave a low chuckle, full of sadness. "I know, I know. It's not like I want to."

"Dylan, please," you begged, your voice choked with a sob. "You're sick. You can't go to fight."

"I can't just stay still while the war consumes our lives, sugar cube," Dylan replied with determination. "Listen, I'm going to do everything I can to stay in contact, but I refuse to stay still while our enemies burn our homes and kill our people."

You understood his sentiment, but the fear of losing yet another person you loved was overwhelming. The war had taken so much from you already, and you didn't want to lose Dylan as well.

"Dylan, promise me you'll be safe. Promise me you'll come back," you pleaded.

"I promise I'll do my best, sugar cube," Dylan said softly. "And I promise we'll be together again when this nightmare is over."

As the call ended, you clutched the phone tightly, tears streaming down your face, thinking of the destiny of one of your closest friends. With your vision blurry, that's when you saw it:

[Be the hero of our heroes!]

[Become a war nurse and help today!]

——-

The training was fairly easy, but the hardest part was saying goodbye to your mother. It wasn't because of the response she gave you, but rather the lack of it. The war had taken so much from her, and you leaving to join the medical corps was another sacrifice she had to bear in silence.

After three months of training and preparation, you reached your destination - the front lines. Well, it wasn't exactly the front lines where bullets flew, but it was a place where you felt like you were helping. The makeshift field hospital was a hive of activity, with wounded soldiers being brought in, and the dedicated medical team doing their best to save lives and ease suffering.

Your heart swelled with a mix of fear and determination as you donned your nurse's uniform. You had a newfound respect for the doctors and nurses who worked tirelessly in these conditions, and now, you were one of them.

Every day, you encounter injured soldiers, each with their own story of bravery and sacrifice. You offered comfort, administered care, and listened to their fears and hopes. It was a harsh environment, but the camaraderie and shared purpose among the medical staff gave you strength.

As you continued your work on the front lines, you knew that this was where you were meant to be, where you could honor your father's memory, support your friends, and be a beacon of hope in the darkness of war.

That was until one particularly slow day. Well, as slow as it could be in a war hospital. You were preparing some medical supplies for the medics to take to their respective camps when a superior of yours called you.

-"Y/N! Could you come over and take care of this new patient? I'm kinda busy right now,"- the woman said in a calm tone.

-"Sure, just send them back here, and I'll take care of them,"- you responded.

Her tone was pretty chill, so it was probably just a bruise or maybe a cold. You were preparing some medicine and band-aids when you felt a small tap on your shoulder.

-"I'm sorry to keep you waiting; please have a sea-" When you turned around, you were shocked to see a man - no, a practical giant - towering over you.

The soldier was immense, with a rugged face that bore the scars of battle. He had a stern, almost intimidating expression, and it was clear that he had seen his fair share of combat. As he hunched down to enter the tent, you couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and trepidation.

-“Captain Samuel Reynolds, a pleasure to make your acquaintance"- he said in a deep, gravelly voice. His uniform was tattered and stained, and he clutched his side in obvious pain.

-"Y/N,"- you replied, trying to regain your composure. You quickly gestured for him to sit on one of the makeshift beds. As he eased himself down, it became apparent that he was wounded, a bandage around his abdomen stained with blood.

-"I heard you're the best nurse in this place,"- he said, his voice filled with both gratitude and a touch of humor.

You blushed at the compliment. The reality was that you were just doing your best, like all the others in the medical corps. You started to assess his injuries, trying to hide your nervousness as you worked to remove the soiled bandage.

-"You've been through quite a lot,"- you commented as you cleaned the wound.

Samuel winced, but he nodded. -"The front lines aren't a picnic, that's for sure. But I've seen worse."

As you stitched up his wound and administered medication, you couldn't help but feel watched as his gaze practically pierced through you. But you continued to do your work, focused on providing the best care you could.

-"Okay, that should do for the bleeding, Mr. Reynolds. Let me go grab some bandages and some painkillers for you,"- you said.

His response caught you off guard, -"...why?"- Samuel said, almost confused about your reasoning.

-"Because, um, you are hurt?"- You stammered, wondering if you had said something wrong.

-"Thanks for the offer, sweetheart, but this pain won't kill me. Plus, there are some other people around that probably need those painkillers and bandages more than me,"- Samuel said matter-of-factly. He expected it to be the end of the conversation. You would probably tell him okay and assign him a bed, and that would be the end of it.

But you surprised him with your firm resolve. -"No,"- you said.

-"Thanks, so I will be going to my bed, then,"- Samuel was more than confused when he registered your words.

-"Wait, what?"- he asked.

-"I'm sorry, Captain, but with all due respect, I will not allow you to do that,"- you said firmly.

-"Do what?"- Samuel was clearly taken aback.

-"I'm sorry, but as long as you are here, I'm in charge of you, and I won't let any of my patients go suffering when they can perfectly take some rest and medication,"- you said, giving him a small, determined smile. It was clear that you weren't going to back down.

Samuel's eyes met yours, and he seemed to be processing your words. His tough exterior had met its match in your unwavering dedication to your patients' well-being.

As you delicately applied pressure to his wounds to wrap them up in bandages, Samuel couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat. The way your hands worked so skillfully and delicately had a calming effect, and he found himself strangely drawn to your touch. It was as if your care had the power to make his pain vanish.

However, the sensation of your fingers on his skin made him nervous. His heart raced, and he couldn't quite understand why he felt this way. Samuel, a battle-hardened captain, suddenly felt a wave of discomfort.

-"I'm sorry, but are you okay?"- you asked, looking into his eyes as you reached your hand to his forehead. -"You're a little bit hot."

-"I'm f-fine,"- he stammered, full of shame. How was it possible that he was suddenly stuttering? What was happening to him?

Samuel couldn't quite comprehend the mix of emotions he was experiencing. Here he was, a soldier used to facing danger and making difficult decisions, and yet in this moment, your caring presence and gentle touch had him feeling vulnerable in a way he had never felt before.

A couple of weeks passed, and you continued to care for him. It didn't take much time for Samuel to realize that he was in love. A cold-blooded soldier had become completely enamored by a tiny (in comparison to him) nurse. He couldn't help but follow you with his gaze as you waltzed around the hospital, tending to the wounded and offering comfort with your warm smile.

He felt a profound happiness with you in his life. The war, which had taken so much from him, had also given him something unexpected – love.

One day, when his wounds were practically all healed up, he went for a run around the hospital perimeters. Part of it was to use some of the energy he had built up during his recovery, but deep down, he also wanted to make sure you were safe.

During his run, he stumbled upon a small river with water lilies floating on its surface. They were small in comparison to his massive hands, delicate and beautiful, just like you. Samuel found himself captivated by their fragility and elegance.

He decided then and there. He would confess his feelings to you when the sun went down. Those lilies, a symbol of the tenderness he had discovered in the midst of war, would be his gift to you. They represented the love that had grown in his heart, unexpected and pure, just like the delicate blossoms on the river.

He advanced with a spark to his feet, feeling his heart sincronice to each step he took.

At the entrance of your “office” (it was just a big tent but you liked to call it that) , he called out to you, -"Um, Miss Y/N, are you there?"- He couldn't help but feel a certain nervousness in his voice. It was an unfamiliar feeling for him, like he was a teenager again, not a battle-hardened soldier.

When he didn’t hear anything he decided to just enter and wait for you.

It was weird. You usually would check for medical supplies and then come back to your tent to put on your uniform and THEN start the day…not like he had your whole schedule memorized of anything.

He started to worry. Maybe you had been distracted or were in some kind of danger. The concern for your well-being began to overshadow his initial nervousness. He scanned the tent, looking for any signs of where you might be or if there was trouble.

He bolted to his feet again running to the “hospital”, full with worry.

When he got there he asked to another nurse if they had see you

-“oh, Y/N. O boy let me tell´ya. They been all lovely dovey with somebody on the back”-

-…what- Samuel felt his heart freeze

The nurse continued without noticing -“ya’ apparently it was an old friend of them. Let me tell’ya boy. The moment that guy enter she almost fainted of happiness. She was like “omg its been so long and””-

Samuel stopped listening half way through. He didn’t care about that guy.

He cared about you.

Who was this guy

How do you know him

He was dangerous?

Was he an enemy ?

He walked with a heavy step. Until he hear a small voice sniffling.

Samuel froze. It was you.

-“aww don’t worry sugar cube. I’m alright told ya’”- a voice he didn’t recognize talked to you

He cringed at the nickname the stranger gave you. Sugar cube

Yes you were sweet and all of that but he had no right to call you that.

-im sorry Dylan is just that *sob* the tears don’t stop- you responded

Dylan huh…where did he heard that name before.

He peeked a little and what he saw made his blood boil.

You were there with tears staining your beautiful face. And that disgusting man was kissing them away. Like he had any right to do that.

He continued to observe in silence.

He saw how this man sat you on his lap while kissing you.

At this point the lilies were long forgotten crushed to mere crumbs into his hands.

And when he saw Dylan slowly caress your leg he couldn’t stand there any longer.

He opened the curtain that separated you three and walked with a heavy step.

-“may i know what you are doing, soldier?”- his voice low and authoritative

Dylan that was not paying attention, bolted his head toward him and with super speed put you down on his side

-S-Sir i'm sorry is- Dylan tried to explain himself while he brushed up his uniform

-“I don’t want to hear it,soldier. Identify yourself and your section”-

-“Dylan Ramirez sir. I just got transfer to site 2-A sir.”-

Ah. That where he knew him. He was a new transfer to HIS section.

-why are you in this stablishment and not reporting to me of your arrival- samuel said with maybe a little to much volume

-“i wanted to say hello to nurse Y/N sir. She is an old friend sir.”-

Friend…he didn’t believe that bullcrap

-i want you out and to run 10 laps around the perimeter.NOW-

And with that Dylan rise to his feet and run towards the exit.

You that were looking at the whole exchange. Felt slightly intimidated. Like the first time you met Samuel. He been so nice with you that you forgot that he is a high rank in the troops.

When your two sights encounter you couldn’t help but look to the ground.

-“are you alright?”- say Samuel on a voice much, much softer than the one he used with Dylan.

You didn’t say anything.

-“is just that…I heard you cry and got worried”- that was partially the truth but he was sure you wouldn’t mind.

-“yea i apologize for the whole scene…Mr Samuel”- you said with a hint of shame on your voice

-“you don’t have to apologize for anything,darling. Is just we are going tomorrow to the front lines again and maybe im a little nervous”- another half truth but alas it was for the best.

-“can i ask you to do something for me?”- you said, still looking at the ground

Oh if only you knew what he would do for you

-whatever you need-

-Please take care of Dylan on the front lines. He is a very important person to me-

Why. Why he was such an important person to you?.

Why does he had that he didn’t?

Why you looked at them without fear and when you looked at him your gaze was on the ground?

Why

Why

WHY

-“sure. Ill make sure Dylan is taken care of”- samuel say after a moment

-“thank you”- you said with a small smile

…..

He still though of that small interaction. He almost felt a hint of guilt for breaking his promise. Almost

He choose Dylan as his second in command to investigate a supposedly abandoned enemy base. That way they could maybe find supplies or a hint to end this war.

He had done this dozens of times.

The feeling of the bone breaking and the warmth of the blood on his hands. But the adrenaline on his veins this time made it a little different. Almost like if it was more personal.

If he had to compare Dylan to an animal it would probably be a deer of some kind.

A frail and sickly one but still a deer

First it was a shoot to the leg. He screamed in pain as he fell to the ground but we both knew that nobody would come.

Then Samuel stepped on his hand with all his force. It made a crack that send a pleasant chill to his own spine.

The beating continued for a while. For too little time on Samuel’s opinion and if Dylan had the ability to speak he probably said it was for far too long.

But no one can really talk with a broken jaw and without a tongue.

When he came back to the base. Nobody question the story of an ambush.

Nobody question that fact that his knife was missing.

Why would they?

After all he was the first in command. He was the commander Samuel

But the acting when he came back to you was supreme. Maybe he should had been an actor instead of a soldier but anyway.

You cried and screamed and punched the air.

It did broke his heart that you looked so sad. But don’t worry he would be here for you as long as you need him

And you wouldn’t need anybody else.

[axelsagewrites]

Hello. Could I request a fic with f reader working at Richmond and Jan Maas faling in love with reader. Just fluff. ❤️

Jan Maas*Sweet As You

Pairing: Jan Maas x f!reader

Word count: 1134

Warnings: pure fluff

Masterlist here

There were definite perks and draw backs of working at Richmond. On one hand as a receptionist, you got paid to do honestly not very much. However, on the other hand you had to deal with a weird amount of prank calls from football fans.

One recently developing perk was the free coffee you received every morning. No, it wasn't a company thing or from your boss or other colleagues. Every morning this week Jan Maas walked in with a black coffee in one hand and an iced caramel mocha latte with an extra shot of expresso in the other.

It all started when you happened to walk into work at the same time and he noticed the Starbucks cup in your hand. "Is that even coffee at this point?" He half teased half seriously wondered.

"It is coffee," you said, drawing out the words as you defended yourself as Jan opened the front door for you, "caffeine not enough for me. I need that sugar high to deal with you lot,"

Jan chuckled at you, walking you over to the desk where your coworker pretended not to be listening in. "Funny. I thought you were sweet enough. See you later," he said, walking away to leave you a blushing mess.

However as soon as he got out of sight Jan became equally as flustered as he realised what he'd said. What was worse was Sam hearing him muttering under his breath about it resulting in Sam telling all the guys who then set up a plan to teach Jan how to flirt.

The issue was he wasn't very good at it. Instead, every morning without fail he got your coffee for you. "Hey Jan," you called, rolling down your car window as you slowed down. It was 7am and he was walking to Richmond with two coffees in hand, "need a lift?"

Jan preferred to walk. He'd never really seen the big deal around cars. However, he was quick to accept your offer. "My coffees will bankrupt you," you joked as you accepted the drink before resuming your drive.

"Don’t worry about it," he laughed, "your worth the money,"

"Think you can buy my affection? “you teased as you were pulling into Richmond.

"Maybe," he said it quietly, his eyes darting away before back to yours. "Is it working?" He asked.

You turned the car off, taking a long sip out your coffee while pretending to think about it, "I think it might be," you finally said, a smile on your lips and a large grin on his. "Throw in a pastry next time and I'm yours,"

When people saw you get out the same car there were some rumours to say the least. Another drawback of the job. However, another perk was walking in right now with a coffee and a suspiciously sweet-smelling brown bag.

"I wasn't sure which to get so I picked whichever looked the sweetest," he said as he placed the bag down.

"You know me so well," you grinned, "thanks though. Take it you don't have time to have one before practise?" You asked despite knowing he didn’t, but you couldn't help but try.

Your smile plus the way your eyelashes batted had Jan Maas willing to pay the late fee. "I suppose one wouldn't hurt," he said as he moved to sit on the edge of the reception desk as you offered him a pastry, "You should make Stroopkoeken with me one day. You'd like them,"

"What are they?" You asked, not realising how adorable Jan thought your head tilt was in your confusion.

"They're like a Carmel biscuit. My mum would make them for me growing up. Better than any Starbucks pastry," he joked, “But you have to make them from scratch to get the best experience,”

“You’ll have to teach me some time,” you smiled back and is if on queue his phone began ringing.

Jan deflated when he saw his teammates call, “I’ll need to go now. I’ll see you later,”

As he began to walk away you cringed before taking a deep breath, “Wait!” you called making him stop in his tracks. “Are you free tomorrow night? Maybe we could try making those biscuits,” you offered with an awkward smile that he found insanely endearing.

A wide grin broke onto his face, “I’d love to. It’s a date,” he said before actually turning to go to practise, leaving you a grinning mess.

-

“A baking date is perfect!”

“Nah man you should go out to a restaurant for the first date,”

“Oh, what if you take her to Sam’s place for dinner first?”

“There’s a new bar up the street you could go to after,”

“What you gonna wear bruv?”

“Make sure you actually clean up. Chicks notice that kinda stuff,”

“Oh, you should get her flowers. Birds dig flowers,”

“And make sure when you go to kiss her- “

“Woah woah guys!” Jan said, standing up from the bench and pushing past his teammates who’d essentially jumped on him after practise when they found out why he was late, “It’s just a first date. Well, I think it’s a date. I said it’s a date, but people here don’t always mean date, oh god what if she doesn’t realise it’s a date?” Jan began to panic, turning to his equally clueless mates.

They were all panicking till a loud, “Oi,” stopped them, “Don’t listen to these pricks,” Roy told him after pretending not to care the whole time, “Shower, shave, tidy up, and calm down. She’ll know it’s a date since all you two do is flirt like some snot nosed teens,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Roy’s right,” Sam said, standing to put a hand on Jan’s shoulder, “You’ve got nothing to worry about,”

“Not what I said but alright,” Roy shrugged but this time he got ignored.

Well apart from Jamie who rolled his eyes before adding his own words of wisdom. “Yeah, mate just be yourself,”

-

The kitchen was now a mess, sugar spilt everywhere, and a pot that looked like it would never be clean again and of course a plate of perfectly made biscuits. “I don’t know how my mum made it look so easy,” Jan said.

You laughed as you reached up to wipe the flour off his forehead, “Yeah but they taste good so who cares,” you said, noticing the way his cheeks tinged pink whenever you touched him.

“They’re almost as sweet as you,” he smiled softly, brushing your hair out of your face making your own skin flush.

Enough was enough you thought, “So tell me something,” you said, Jan humming as he waited for you to ask, “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” you nearly whispered.

“I thought you’d never ask,”

Pairing: Jan Maas x f!reader

Word count: 1134

Warnings: pure fluff

There were definite perks and draw backs of working at Richmond. On one hand as a receptionist, you got paid to do honestly not very much. However, on the other hand you had to deal with a weird amount of prank calls from football fans.

One recently developing perk was the free coffee you received every morning. No, it wasn't a company thing or from your boss or other colleagues. Every morning this week Jan Maas walked in with a black coffee in one hand and an iced caramel mocha latte with an extra shot of expresso in the other.

It all started when you happened to walk into work at the same time and he noticed the Starbucks cup in your hand. "Is that even coffee at this point?" He half teased half seriously wondered.

"It is coffee," you said, drawing out the words as you defended yourself as Jan opened the front door for you, "caffeine not enough for me. I need that sugar high to deal with you lot,"

Jan chuckled at you, walking you over to the desk where your coworker pretended not to be listening in. "Funny. I thought you were sweet enough. See you later," he said, walking away to leave you a blushing mess.

However as soon as he got out of sight Jan became equally as flustered as he realised what he'd said. What was worse was Sam hearing him muttering under his breath about it resulting in Sam telling all the guys who then set up a plan to teach Jan how to flirt.

The issue was he wasn't very good at it. Instead, every morning without fail he got your coffee for you. "Hey Jan," you called, rolling down your car window as you slowed down. It was 7am and he was walking to Richmond with two coffees in hand, "need a lift?"

Jan preferred to walk. He'd never really seen the big deal around cars. However, he was quick to accept your offer. "My coffees will bankrupt you," you joked as you accepted the drink before resuming your drive.

"Don’t worry about it," he laughed, "your worth the money,"

"Think you can buy my affection? “you teased as you were pulling into Richmond.

"Maybe," he said it quietly, his eyes darting away before back to yours. "Is it working?" He asked.

You turned the car off, taking a long sip out your coffee while pretending to think about it, "I think it might be," you finally said, a smile on your lips and a large grin on his. "Throw in a pastry next time and I'm yours,"

When people saw you get out the same car there were some rumours to say the least. Another drawback of the job. However, another perk was walking in right now with a coffee and a suspiciously sweet-smelling brown bag.

"I wasn't sure which to get so I picked whichever looked the sweetest," he said as he placed the bag down.

"You know me so well," you grinned, "thanks though. Take it you don't have time to have one before practise?" You asked despite knowing he didn’t, but you couldn't help but try.

Your smile plus the way your eyelashes batted had Jan Maas willing to pay the late fee. "I suppose one wouldn't hurt," he said as he moved to sit on the edge of the reception desk as you offered him a pastry, "You should make Stroopkoeken with me one day. You'd like them,"

"What are they?" You asked, not realising how adorable Jan thought your head tilt was in your confusion.

"They're like a Carmel biscuit. My mum would make them for me growing up. Better than any Starbucks pastry," he joked, “But you have to make them from scratch to get the best experience,”

“You’ll have to teach me some time,” you smiled back and is if on queue his phone began ringing.

Jan deflated when he saw his teammates call, “I’ll need to go now. I’ll see you later,”

As he began to walk away you cringed before taking a deep breath, “Wait!” you called making him stop in his tracks. “Are you free tomorrow night? Maybe we could try making those biscuits,” you offered with an awkward smile that he found insanely endearing.

A wide grin broke onto his face, “I’d love to. It’s a date,” he said before actually turning to go to practise, leaving you a grinning mess.

-

“A baking date is perfect!”

“Nah man you should go out to a restaurant for the first date,”

“Oh, what if you take her to Sam’s place for dinner first?”

“There’s a new bar up the street you could go to after,”

“What you gonna wear bruv?”

“Make sure you actually clean up. Chicks notice that kinda stuff,”

“Oh, you should get her flowers. Birds dig flowers,”

“And make sure when you go to kiss her- “

“Woah woah guys!” Jan said, standing up from the bench and pushing past his teammates who’d essentially jumped on him after practise when they found out why he was late, “It’s just a first date. Well, I think it’s a date. I said it’s a date, but people here don’t always mean date, oh god what if she doesn’t realise it’s a date?” Jan began to panic, turning to his equally clueless mates.

They were all panicking till a loud, “Oi,” stopped them, “Don’t listen to these pricks,” Roy told him after pretending not to care the whole time, “Shower, shave, tidy up, and calm down. She’ll know it’s a date since all you two do is flirt like some snot nosed teens,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Roy’s right,” Sam said, standing to put a hand on Jan’s shoulder, “You’ve got nothing to worry about,”

“Not what I said but alright,” Roy shrugged but this time he got ignored.

Well apart from Jamie who rolled his eyes before adding his own words of wisdom. “Yeah, mate just be yourself,”

-

The kitchen was now a mess, sugar spilt everywhere, and a pot that looked like it would never be clean again and of course a plate of perfectly made biscuits. “I don’t know how my mum made it look so easy,” Jan said.

You laughed as you reached up to wipe the flour off his forehead, “Yeah but they taste good so who cares,” you said, noticing the way his cheeks tinged pink whenever you touched him.

“They’re almost as sweet as you,” he smiled softly, brushing your hair out of your face making your own skin flush.

Enough was enough you thought, “So tell me something,” you said, Jan humming as he waited for you to ask, “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” you nearly whispered.

“I thought you’d never ask,”

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Writers' Guild Presents All is Christmas Fair in Love and War (Complete)

The Enemies-to-Lovers Forced Proximity Christmas Fic We All Need

@goodomensafterdark

It's Christmastime, so you know what that means! Christmas fairs! Hot cocoa! Mistletoe and holly! Getting your heart broken because you're too much of a disaster to tell someone how you feel, and you automatically assume the worst of any given situation! Dealing with said heartache via nefarious pranks! Ribbons and bows!

Excerpt from Chap 1-

When he turned away from the Bentley, there was something… different.

It was dark. Not your everyday, run-of-the-mill, 11 p.m. dark, either.

Crowley froze, blinking into the void. His half of Whickber Street seemed to have vanished, every string of lights and shop window now extinguished. Even the streetlamps had given up, leaving the Bentley as the only visible thing in a world of whirling white.

He plodded back down the street, his shoulders hunched against the storm. When he reached Lilith’s Garden, he grabbed the door handle—only to be greeted with an infuriating ka-thunk-uh. The security system’s lockdown mode had kicked in. With all its shiny, expensive safety monitoring technology, there was the slight drawback of the building throwing a tantrum and going into lockdown mode whenever power outages or surges dared to mildly inconvenience it. That didn’t seem very safe to him.

Crowley stood there, glaring at the system panel’s flashing red lights as snow piled up around his snakeskin boots. His keys, wallet, and phone were all locked inside. Waiting in the Bentley wasn’t ideal— he didn’t know how long the power would be out, and he was a gloveless idiot.

Which left him with exactly one option.

A.Z. Fell. Goddammit.

The door to the bookshop opened just as Crowley raised his fist to knock. Fell stood there, bathed in the warm glow of the shop’s lights, his cardigan slightly askew and his hair charmingly mussed.

“Oh, dear,” he said, peering at Crowley with wide eyes. “You look frozen half to death.”

Crowley brushed past him into the warmth, muttering, “Yeah, well, the night’s young. There’s still hope for the other half.”

[strljaem]

“MANEATER”

play “maneater” by nelly furtado ft. timbaland while reading, you’re welcome.

tw ; inspired by the movie “jennifer’s body”

this is quite long but bear with me!!

The corridors were a swirl of chatter, the noise level ebbing and flowing with each step I took. It was the usual routine: boys leaning against their lockers, girls pretending to be busy with their phones, all eyes subtly shifting in my direction. I wasn't naive; I knew exactly why I commanded attention. My reflection in every classroom window told the same story: the way my hair cascaded over my shoulders, my toned legs peeking out from beneath my skirt, and the smile that seemed to light up the entire hallway. I was the most popular girl in school, and I knew it.

It wasn't just about looks, though they played a significant part. It was the confidence I exuded, the way my hips swayed as I walked, the infectious laugh that made even the dullest class bearable. Teachers liked me because I knew when to charm them, and students idolized me because I set the trends. But despite the throngs of admirers, there was only one face I cared to see among the sea of faces. Na Jaemin.

He was the new kid, having transferred from some prestigious school across town. The moment he stepped into class, everyone went quiet. His dark hair fell perfectly around his sharp features, eyes that seemed to pierce right through you. His lips, which held a slight smirk, hinted at the confidence he didn't need to boast about. He had this effortless style, this quiet charisma that set him apart from every other guy I'd met. It was impossible not to notice him.

And I did notice him. A lot. He had that brooding vibe that made you want to know what he was thinking. While other guys fumbled with their words or tried too hard to impress me, Jaemin simply gave me a nod, his lips curving into that subtle smile that made my heart race. He was different, and I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

The rumors about me and Jaemin spread like wildfire. Some said we were dating, others claimed we'd been secretly meeting after school. I didn't mind the speculation; it kept people guessing, and that was part of the fun. But the truth was, we hadn't even had a full conversation. Just stolen glances, a few exchanged words, and that undeniable chemistry. I had guys queuing up for me, but I only had eyes for him.

I knew I could have any guy I wanted, but with Jaemin, it wasn't about conquest. It was the way his eyes seemed to understand me, the way he carried himself with that air of mystery. I had everything I could want in high school, yet he made me feel like there was something more, something deeper. It was the way he didn't fall over himself to get my attention, the way he was just... cool. And it drove me wild.

Every day, I looked forward to catching a glimpse of him, wondering if today would be the day he'd say something more than a simple "hey." And each day, I felt the tension build, the anticipation growing. I was the queen bee, but when it came to Na Jaemin, I was just another girl with a crush, waiting for him to make his move.

Prom night was approaching, and with it came the usual flurry of excitement. Everyone at school was buzzing about it, the latest topic of conversation at every lunch table and group chat. Who would go with whom, what dress to wear, who'd arrive in the most extravagant way—everything had to be perfect. But for me, it was a different kind of chaos.

Being the most popular girl in school had its perks, but it also had its drawbacks. Since the prom was announced, I'd been bombarded with invitations from almost every guy in my class. Some were sweet, others tried to be suave, and a few were just plain cringeworthy. The truth was, none of them stood out. They were all the same—awkward, sweaty, trying too hard to impress me. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at their attempts.

The first few invitations were easy to decline. A polite "no, thank you" usually did the trick. But as prom night drew nearer, the pressure mounted. It was like every guy thought he was the exception, the one who could win me over with a cheesy pickup line or a hastily written poem. Some even enlisted their friends to plead on their behalf, as if that would somehow change my mind. But the more they tried, the more uninterested I became.

There was Jeno, the captain of the soccer team, who thought flashing his abs would do the trick. Then there was Haechan, the self-proclaimed "class clown," who sent me a barrage of memes to get my attention. And let's not forget Chenle, who serenaded me in the cafeteria, completely off-key, much to everyone's amusement. It was all so desperate, so pathetic. None of them had a clue about what I really wanted.

The thing is, I wasn't interested in just going to prom with anyone. It had to be someone special, someone who made me feel like more than just the queen bee of the school. But all these guys? They just looked like shit—shallow, predictable, and completely lacking in substance. I didn't need a prom date to prove my popularity; I needed someone who could match my vibe, someone with depth and style. And so far, none of these guys even came close.

As the days passed, I could sense the tension building. My refusals became a hot topic among the gossipers, and everyone wanted to know who I'd choose. Would I go with the guy who offered a limousine? The one with the guitar? Or maybe I'd surprise everyone and show up with a total stranger. The speculation was endless, but I kept my cards close to my chest.

Deep down, I knew who I really wanted to go with. It was the same guy who had caught my eye weeks ago, the one who didn't need to try too hard to be cool. Na Jaemin. He hadn't asked me yet, but I had a feeling he would, and when he did, I'd say yes in a heartbeat. Because unlike all the other boys, he had that effortless charm, that quiet confidence that made my heart skip a beat.

Prom night was just around the corner, and I had no intention of settling for anything less than extraordinary. I'd let the other guys sweat it out, wondering who I'd choose, but in my mind, I already knew. I was waiting for Jaemin to make his move, and I was ready to say yes. Because while the other boys might look like shit, he was the one who made me feel alive.

The prom was less than a week away, and I still hadn't said yes to anyone. Not that I didn't have offers—far from it. I had a stack of crumpled notes, elaborate messages on social media, and even a couple of homemade cupcakes with "Prom?" spelled out in frosting. But none of these attempts did anything for me. They all seemed forced, like they were trying to buy my favor with a flashy gimmick.

What I was waiting for, though, was for Jaemin to ask me. He was the one who had caught my eye from the moment he transferred to our school. With his effortless style and those eyes that seemed to see through the façade I carefully crafted, he was different from all the others. He didn't try to impress me with grand gestures or desperate attempts for attention. Instead, he was just... Jaemin.

So when I saw him walking down the hallway towards me, my pulse quickened. He had that confident stride, the kind that made people instinctively move out of his way. His hair was perfectly tousled, falling across his forehead in that casual yet deliberate way. But it was his eyes that did it—the way they locked onto mine with a hint of mischief, like he knew something I didn't. The air around him seemed to hum with electricity.

As he approached, I tried to play it cool. I leaned against the locker, crossing my arms in a way that I hoped looked casual, though my heart was racing like a drumline at a pep rally. He stopped in front of me, his lips curling into that subtle smile that always made me weak in the knees. It wasn't a full grin, just enough to reveal a dimple on his left cheek. I wondered if he knew how devastatingly charming he was. Of course, he did.

"Hey," he said, his voice low and smooth. He wasn't loud like the other guys who'd asked me to prom, all bravado and nervous laughter. He spoke with a quiet confidence, like he didn't need to prove anything. That made it even more intriguing.

"Hey," I replied, hoping I didn't sound as breathless as I felt. I could see other students watching from the corner of my eye, curious about what was happening. This wasn't just another prom proposal—this was Jaemin asking me.

"So, prom's coming up," he said, his eyes never leaving mine. "You got a date yet?"

I shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. "I've had a few offers," I replied, a smirk playing on my lips. "But I haven't found the right one yet."

His smile widened, just a bit. "What about me? Would I be the right one?"

It was a simple question, but the way he asked it, the way he looked at me like he could see right through my confident exterior, made my heart flutter. I felt the familiar rush, that sense of power and excitement that came with being the center of attention. But with Jaemin, it was different. I wasn't just another pretty face to him; he saw something more.

"I think you could be," I said, unable to hide the smile that spread across my lips. "If you're lucky."

He laughed softly, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Lucky, huh? I'll take my chances." And with that, he leaned in slightly, his eyes holding mine. "So, is that a yes?"

I nodded, feeling a thrill that I hadn't felt with any of the other guys who'd asked me. "Yeah, that's a yes."

The buzz in the hallway grew louder as he smiled and gave me a nod, like we'd just shared a secret that no one else understood. I knew in that moment that this was going to be a prom to remember. Jaemin had a way of making me feel like the most important person in the room, even when we were surrounded by a crowd. It was the way he spoke, the way he smiled, and the way he looked at me with those intense eyes. As he walked away, I couldn't help but grin. I was ready for whatever came next.

My room was buzzing with energy as I prepared for prom night. The evening sky outside my window was darkening, casting a warm glow through my curtains, but inside, my room was a whirlwind of activity. “Maneater” by Nelly Furtado blasted through my speakers, filling the space with its infectious beat and fierce lyrics. It was the perfect soundtrack for my pre-prom ritual—a blend of confidence and allure, just like the look I was going for tonight.

My makeup desk was a mess of cosmetics, brushes, and hair accessories. I had set up a large mirror, framed with soft LED lights that bathed my face in a flattering glow. Lipsticks, eyeshadows, and blushes were strewn across the surface, with my favorite perfume bottle—a sleek glass container with a hint of rose and vanilla—sitting proudly in the center. The chaos was controlled, though, with everything I needed within easy reach.

I started with my eyes, using a smoky eyeshadow palette to create a dramatic look. The rich grays and blacks blended seamlessly, adding depth and mystery. I carefully applied eyeliner, creating a sharp wing that elongated my eyes, making them even more captivating. A few coats of mascara made my lashes look impossibly long and thick. Each stroke was deliberate, each layer building on the last to create a seductive gaze that would be impossible to ignore.

Next, I moved on to my lips. I chose a deep red shade, bold and confident. It glided on smoothly, the color vivid against my skin. I blotted with a tissue, then reapplied to ensure it would last through the night. The red lipstick was the perfect contrast to the dark eye makeup, a combination that screamed glamour and seduction.

As the music thumped in the background, I turned my attention to my hair. I had already washed and dried it, so it was ready to be styled. I opted for loose waves, using a large curling iron to create soft, flowing curls that framed my face. The hair tumbled over my shoulders, bouncing with each movement. I sprayed a light mist of hairspray to keep everything in place, but not so much that it felt stiff. It was all about looking effortlessly alluring.

Finally, it was time for the dress. I had chosen a sleek, figure-hugging gown in a deep shade of midnight blue. The fabric was smooth and silky, clinging to my curves in all the right places. It had a plunging neckline, showing just enough to be intriguing without crossing into inappropriate territory. The back was low, with delicate straps that crisscrossed, adding a touch of elegance. The dress flowed down to the floor, with a subtle slit on one side, giving me freedom to move—and a hint of allure.

I slipped into the dress, adjusting the straps and smoothing the fabric. It fit perfectly, making me feel like a movie star on the red carpet. I added a pair of strappy silver heels, which gave me a few extra inches of height and made my legs look longer. A simple necklace and a pair of dangly earrings completed the look, adding just the right amount of sparkle.

As I stood in front of the mirror, I took a moment to appreciate the transformation. The girl looking back at me was ready for prom, ready to turn heads, and, most importantly, ready to see Na Jaemin's reaction. The vibe in my room was electric, the music pumping, the air filled with excitement. Tonight was going to be a night to remember, and I was prepared to make an entrance no one would forget.

As I stood in front of the mirror, the final touches to my prom look in place, I couldn't help but smile. But this wasn't just any smile. It was the kind of smile that curled at the corners, revealing just a hint of teeth—a smile that suggested I knew something others didn't. It was a slow smile, spreading across my lips like a secret unfolding. The way my lips curved upward, slightly crooked, gave the reflection in the mirror an eerie edge.

My eyes narrowed slightly, the smoky makeup accentuating the intensity in my gaze. It was as if I was gazing through the mirror into another world, a place where I held all the power, all the control. The dim lighting in my room cast shadows across my cheekbones, enhancing the effect. The look I gave myself was confident, almost predatory, like a lioness sizing up her prey before the hunt.

As the music played on, the pulsating beat in the background seemed to echo the rhythm of my heart. Each thump was a reminder that tonight was mine, and I intended to own it. The smile I gave myself was a warning to anyone who might cross my path—I was ready to be the center of attention, and nothing would stand in my way.

The eerie quality of my smile came from the unspoken confidence behind it. It was a smile that suggested I knew my worth, that I was ready to claim my place at the top. It was alluring and intimidating at the same time, the kind of smile that could charm and unsettle in equal measure. I felt a rush of excitement, knowing that this was the look I'd carry with me throughout the night, a reminder to everyone that I was not to be underestimated.

The reflection in the mirror stared back at me, and for a moment, it felt like I was looking at someone else—a darker, more confident version of myself. But as I continued to smile, I realized that this was who I truly was: a force to be reckoned with, someone who could command a room with just a glance. It was exhilarating, and I knew I was ready for whatever prom night had in store.

My phone buzzed on my makeup desk, its screen lighting up with a notification. My heart leaped at the thought of Na Jaemin. I grabbed it, hoping it was him—and it was. The message was simple: "I'm outside." My excitement shot through the roof. The fact that he was here, at my door, sent a surge of energy through me. I rushed downstairs, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor. The house was eerily quiet; my parents were out of the country on business, so there was no one else home. This moment was mine alone, and I was ready to embrace it.

I reached the door, took a deep breath to steady myself, and opened it with a smile. Jaemin stood there, looking dashing in his prom suit. It was a classic black tuxedo, tailored perfectly to his lean frame. The jacket hugged his shoulders, giving him a sharp silhouette. He wore a crisp white dress shirt underneath, with a black bowtie that added a touch of sophistication. The contrast of the dark suit against his pale skin was striking, and his black hair fell naturally across his forehead, giving him an effortlessly cool vibe.

As he looked at me, I could see the surprise in his eyes. They widened slightly, a mix of awe and confusion, as if he wasn't expecting me to look quite like this. My dress, with its seductive cut and deep neckline, seemed to take him off guard. His eyes traced my figure, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words. The slight smirk he usually carried disappeared, replaced by a look of genuine admiration.

"You look... wow," he said, his voice trailing off as he tried to find the right words. "Gorgeous." His eyes locked onto mine, and I could see a hint of lust there, like he was seeing me in a new light. It wasn't just about the dress or the makeup; it was the confidence I exuded, the way I stood with my head held high and that eerie smile playing on my lips.

I laughed softly, a low, melodic sound that seemed to snap him out of his daze. "Thanks," I replied, leaning against the doorframe, my posture relaxed but alluring. His reaction was everything I had hoped for, and I could feel the power that came with it. Jaemin was the kind of guy who rarely showed his emotions, but tonight, he couldn't hide the way he felt. The suit gave him an air of sophistication, but it was his eyes—those lustful, dark eyes—that revealed his true thoughts.

As he extended his hand, inviting me to step outside, I could sense the electricity in the air. It was going to be a night to remember, and I was ready to make it unforgettable. With Jaemin by my side, looking as dashing as he did, I knew we'd turn heads the moment we walked into prom. But for now, I was content to let him take in the sight of me, knowing that this was just the beginning of a night filled with surprises.

Jaemin had his dad's car, a sleek black sedan that glistened under the streetlights. As he opened the passenger door for me, I couldn't help but notice how the suit accentuated his tall frame. He flashed me a grin, a hint of mischief in his eyes, and I slid into the seat with a soft rustle of my dress. The night was cool, a light breeze drifting through the open windows as we drove toward the prom venue. The city lights blurred past, a cascade of colors and movement.

The prom was being held at the city's grand hotel, a venue known for its extravagant events. As we pulled up, a line of other cars stretched down the block, all filled with couples in their prom best. The hotel was lit up, golden chandeliers visible through the large windows. A red carpet had been laid out, leading to the grand entrance, and photographers snapped pictures of each arriving couple.

Inside, the ballroom was stunning. High ceilings with intricate designs, walls adorned with draped fabric, and a massive chandelier that cast a warm glow over the entire space. The DJ booth was set up at one end, with speakers booming a mix of dance tracks and popular hits. People were already dancing, a vibrant crowd swirling in the middle of the floor. Tables lined the edges, covered with crisp white tablecloths and decorated with floral centerpieces.

Jaemin led me through the crowd, his hand resting lightly on my lower back. The energy was electric, a mix of excitement and nerves. We passed by a buffet table, where trays of appetizers and finger foods beckoned. Mini quiches, sliders, and a variety of desserts were on display. A chocolate fountain stood at the center, with skewers for dipping fruits and marshmallows. People mingled around, laughing and talking, their faces lit by the soft glow of the chandelier.

Jaemin guided me to the dance floor, and as we reached the center, the DJ slowed the music to a romantic ballad. The crowd thinned, leaving just a few couples swaying to the gentle rhythm. Jaemin turned to face me, his eyes locking onto mine. He extended his hand, and I took it, feeling the warmth of his touch. He pulled me closer, his other hand resting lightly on my waist.

We moved together, our steps slow and deliberate. The world seemed to slow down, the music becoming a soothing backdrop as we swayed. Jaemin's eyes never left mine, a soft smile playing on his lips. His movements were gentle but firm, guiding me effortlessly across the floor. The gentle sway of my dress and the smooth glide of his suit added to the dreamlike quality of the moment.

As we danced, Jaemin leaned in, his voice low and intimate, almost a whisper. "You know," he said, his eyes locking with mine, "I've never met anyone like you. You light up the room just by walking in." His words sent a shiver down my spine, the sincerity in his voice making my heart flutter.

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me. "That's because you're the one who's making me glow," I replied, my voice just as soft. The way he looked at me, the way his hand gently held mine, made me believe that tonight was something special, something that would last beyond this one dance.

He smiled, his dimple appearing as his eyes sparkled. "I hope this isn't our last dance," he said, his tone hopeful, almost playful. "I was kind of hoping you'd let me stick around a bit longer."

I nodded, the slow music and the closeness between us creating a perfect moment. "I'd like that," I said, our eyes meeting in a shared understanding. As the song played on, we continued to sway, the world around us fading away, leaving just the two of us, lost in the rhythm of the dance and the promise of something more.

The dance floor was crowded, and the noise seemed to grow louder with each passing song. I looked around and caught Jaemin's eye, giving him a sly smile. Without saying a word, I grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the crowd, weaving through the throngs of people. He followed, his grip firm but gentle, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down my spine.

I led him through a small door at the side of the ballroom, down a dimly lit corridor, and out into a hidden garden. The contrast between the noise inside and the serene silence outside was striking. The garden was magnificent, reminiscent of the one in the "Cinderella" movie, with a magical quality that made everything feel enchanted.

Tall hedges bordered the garden, providing a sense of seclusion and intimacy. The pathways were lined with soft, glowing lanterns that cast a warm, inviting light. Flowers of every color and variety filled the space, their petals illuminated in the gentle glow. A central fountain stood at the heart of the garden, its waters cascading gently, adding to the tranquil ambiance.

Jaemin looked around, his eyes wide with wonder. "Wow," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "This place is incredible."

I nodded, leading him to a stone bench near the fountain. The garden was ours alone, a hidden oasis in the midst of the bustling prom. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming roses and the distant sound of music from the ballroom. It felt like we had stepped into another world, a place where time moved slowly and the rest of the world didn't matter.

We sat down on the bench, our shoulders brushing lightly. The tension between us was palpable, a mix of excitement and nervousness. I could feel the heat of his body next to mine, and the closeness made my heart race. Jaemin seemed to sense it too, his eyes darting from the fountain to me, as if he were searching for the right words.

"So, why did you bring me out here?" he asked, a playful smirk on his lips. "Tired of the crowd already?"

I laughed softly, my gaze fixed on the fountain's flowing water. "I just wanted some quiet," I replied, turning to meet his eyes. "And I wanted to talk to you, without all the noise and chaos."

Jaemin nodded, his expression softening. "I get that," he said. "It's nice to get away from it all, even if it's just for a little while." He paused, then looked at me with a hint of curiosity. "So, what do you want to talk about?"

I hesitated for a moment, feeling a mix of excitement and vulnerability. This was the first time I had him alone, away from the expectations and rumors that came with being the most popular girl in school. I wanted to know him, really know him, beyond the charming facade he presented to everyone else.

"I guess I just want to know more about you," I said, my voice softer now. "We don't really get to talk much at school. You're always so quiet, but I can tell there's more to you."

Jaemin smiled, his dimple appearing. "There's not much to tell," he said, his tone light. "I'm just a guy trying to figure things out, like everyone else."

I shook my head, leaning in a bit closer. "That's not true," I replied. "You're different. There's something about you that... I don't know. It just feels different."

Jaemin's eyes met mine, and I could see a spark of interest there. "Maybe you're different too," he said, his voice low and smooth. "Maybe that's why you notice it."

The garden seemed to grow quieter, the lanterns casting a soft glow around us. I could feel the tension building, the unspoken connection that was forming between us. It was like we were on the edge of something, something new and exciting. I didn't know where it would lead, but I was eager to find out.

His dark hair tousled just enough to look effortlessly charming. His eyes sparkled in the dim light, and every so often, his gaze would meet mine, sending a thrill through me. I knew I had him, knew he was caught in my web, but I wanted more. The evening had been perfect so far, but I craved that one moment, that spark that would make this night unforgettable.

I leaned in, my eyes locking with his. His lips parted slightly, as if he was expecting something, and I knew I had him exactly where I wanted him. My heart raced as I closed the distance, our breaths mingling in the cool night air. The first touch of our lips was gentle, almost hesitant, but there was an underlying current of desire that couldn't be ignored.

I pressed closer, deepening the kiss, feeling the warmth of his breath against my skin. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me in, and the world seemed to spin. The kiss grew more intense, each moment building on the last. What started as a soft brush of lips became something more urgent, more demanding.

His hands moved to my waist, drawing me closer, and I responded in kind, my fingers tracing the lines of his shoulders. The kiss was no longer gentle; it was fiery, filled with a hunger that could only be quenched by each other. I could feel his heart racing against my chest, matching the rapid pace of my own. The heat between us grew, and the garden seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us locked in this passionate embrace.

We eventually pulled back, our breaths heavy, our eyes locked. The garden was still there, the fairy lights still twinkling, but everything felt different now. The connection between us was undeniable, and I knew that this night would be one I would never forget. The moon continued to shine above us, casting its light on our tangled forms, a silent witness to the intensity of our kiss and the promise of what was yet to come.

As I pulled away, Na Jaemin's eyes were wide with surprise. The intensity of our kiss had left him breathless, his chest rising and falling with each rapid breath. His normally calm and composed demeanor had shattered, replaced by a look of stunned awe. The shock in his expression was a mix of confusion and intrigue, as if he couldn't quite believe what had just happened.

His lips were slightly parted, still tingling from the kiss, and his fingers hovered near his mouth as if to remind himself that it wasn't a dream. He took a step back, a hand reaching out to steady himself against the stone wall of the garden. The twinkling fairy lights around us seemed to reflect in his eyes, giving them a luminous quality that made him seem even more captivating.

"Did... did that really happen?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. It was as if he was trying to piece together what had just transpired, and I couldn't help but smile at his reaction. I knew I had taken him by surprise, and that was precisely what I had intended.

I nodded, the playful smile on my lips deepening. "Yes, it did," I replied, my voice laced with a hint of mischief. "Why? Did it surprise you?"

Jaemin shook his head, a nervous laugh escaping his lips. "Surprise is an understatement," he admitted, his cheeks flushing a shade of pink that made him look even more charming. "I wasn't expecting that... at all."

I took a step forward, closing the distance between us once more. The air between us was charged with an electric energy, and I could tell he was still reeling from the intensity of our kiss. His eyes searched mine, as if looking for answers to questions he couldn't quite put into words.

"Was it too much?" I asked, my voice soft but teasing. I wanted to see how far I could push him, to see if he would retreat or meet me halfway.

He hesitated, his gaze flickering from my eyes to my lips and back again. "No, it was just... unexpected," he said, a hint of nervousness in his voice. "But I'm not complaining." He tried to sound confident, but the slight tremor in his words gave him away.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, "Good. Because there's a lot more where that came from." I could feel him shiver at my words, and I knew that the night was far from over. The garden was ours, and the possibilities were endless.

Na Jaemin blinked, as if he was trying to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions swirling around us. The gentle breeze rustled the leaves above, but it was no match for the storm of passion brewing between us. His eyes searched mine for answers, a question forming on his lips, but I wasn’t ready for words—not yet.

He opened his mouth to speak, but I leaned in, catching him off guard with another kiss. This time, I was bolder, more aggressive, my lips pressing against his with a hunger that left him breathless. The shock registered in his eyes, but it quickly melted away into something else—something raw and untamed.

The scent of him was intoxicating, a mix of cologne and the natural warmth of his skin. It drove me wild, and I pulled him closer, my hands tangling in his hair as I deepened the kiss. There was no hesitation now, no holding back. I was a maneater, and he was my prey, helpless against the surge of desire that coursed through me.

Jaemin stumbled backward, his back pressing against the stone wall, but I didn’t let him get away. I pressed into him, my body molding against his, our kiss growing fiercer with each passing second. His hands found their way to my waist, gripping tightly, as if he needed something solid to hold onto in the midst of the chaos.

He tried to speak again, but I didn’t let him. My kiss silenced him, my tongue tracing the curve of his lips before exploring deeper. The taste of him was addictive, and I couldn’t get enough. It was as if every touch, every kiss, only fueled the fire inside me, making me crave him even more.

The garden around us seemed to fade away, the twinkling fairy lights and the soothing sound of the fountain disappearing into the background. All that mattered was the heat between us, the way his body responded to mine, the way his breathing grew more ragged with each stolen kiss.

I pulled back for a moment, my breath hot against his cheek. “No questions,” I whispered, my voice low and husky. “Just let me have you.” The words sent a shiver down his spine, and I could see the way his eyes darkened with desire.

He nodded, unable to speak, and I took that as my cue to claim him once more. My kiss was rough, unrelenting, driven by the thirst that had been building all night. The way he tasted, the way his body yielded to mine—it was everything I wanted, everything I needed.

Jaemin’s grip tightened, and he pulled me even closer, our bodies pressed together as if we could merge into one. It was a kiss that spoke of desire and need, a kiss that left no room for doubt or hesitation. It was just us, caught in a whirlwind of passion, and nothing else mattered.

(jaemin’s pov) :

As I stood there, trying to catch my breath, I couldn't help but notice something strange about her eyes. They weren't just intense—they seemed to glow, reflecting the faint light in a way that didn't seem quite natural. It was as if the darkness of the garden had come alive in her gaze, and it sent a chill down my spine.

She tilted her head, her lips curled into a predatory smile. It wasn't the playful grin I had come to know; it was something else, something darker. It reminded me of the look in Jennifer Check's eyes in that movie, "Jennifer's Body." It was as if she could see right through me, as if I was just another prey to be hunted.

The light from the fairy lights flickered across her face, casting shadows that made her features look sharp and angular. Her eyes, once warm and inviting, now seemed cold and piercing. The transformation was subtle yet striking. I wasn't just surprised—I was startled. This wasn't the same girl I had been laughing with earlier in the night; this was someone—or something—else entirely.

Her posture shifted, her movements fluid and predatory. It was as if she had shed her human guise, revealing something much more dangerous underneath. I tried to convince myself that it was just my imagination, that the shadows were playing tricks on me, but the way she watched me, unblinking and unyielding, made it hard to dismiss the feeling that something had changed.

I took a step back, my instincts screaming at me to put some distance between us. The garden, once a romantic setting filled with roses and soft lights, now felt like a trap, its beauty hiding something sinister. I had always joked about her being a maneater, but now it didn't seem so funny. The way she moved, the way she smiled, it was like she was a hunter closing in on her prey.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I wasn't sure what else to say. I wanted to believe that she was still the girl I knew, but the look in her eyes made me doubt everything.

She didn't respond. Instead, she took a step forward, her eyes never leaving mine. The intensity in her gaze grew, and I felt my heart race with a mixture of fear and excitement. This was no longer just a prom night—this was something else entirely, something that I couldn't quite understand.

I swallowed hard, trying to calm my racing heart. "Maybe we should... take a break," I suggested, my voice shaky. But from the way she was looking at me, I knew she wasn't planning on stopping. She was hungry, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to find out just how much.

I forced myself to look into her eyes, hoping to find a hint of the warmth I had known earlier. But what I saw made me swallow hard. There was a hunger there, a dark intensity that I couldn't quite place. It was as if she had shed her humanity, revealing something more primal beneath the surface. The light from the fairy lights caught in her eyes, turning them into cold, gleaming orbs that seemed to pierce right through me.

My breath caught in my throat as she took another step forward, her gaze never leaving mine. I raised a hand, hoping to create some space, but it felt like a futile gesture. Her presence was overwhelming, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was standing on the edge of something dangerous.

"You didn't even look human," I said, my voice filled with confusion and a touch of fear. "Are you actually okay?"

She didn't answer right away, her lips curling into a slow, predatory smile. It was a smile that held no warmth, only a hint of something that sent a shiver down my spine. I took a step back, trying to put some distance between us, but she followed, her movements graceful yet predatory.

"Seriously, what's going on?" I asked, my voice wavering. "This isn't funny. Are you okay?"

She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly as if she was studying me, assessing my reaction. The silence between us grew heavy, the garden no longer the romantic setting it once was. Instead, it felt like a place where the boundaries between the real and the unreal had blurred, and I was caught in the middle.

Her silence was unnerving, her gaze unrelenting. I felt the pulse in my neck quicken, my instincts screaming at me to get away, but I couldn't move. It was like I was rooted to the spot, unable to tear my eyes away from hers. Whatever was happening, it was beyond anything I could understand. The girl I knew was gone, replaced by someone—or something—that made me question everything.

When she lunged, it happened so fast that I had no time to react. One moment, we were standing face to face in the dim light of the garden; the next, I was on the ground, my back hitting the grass with a hard thud. The shock of the impact sent a jolt through my spine, but it was nothing compared to the sheer force of her strength. It was as if she had become superhuman, her grip like iron as she pinned me down.

"Relax," she said, her voice low and smooth. Her eyes bore into mine, unblinking and cold. "I'm just a little... hungry." Her lips curled into a smile that sent a shiver of fear down my spine, the kind that made every instinct scream for me to get up, to run. But I couldn't move. She held me there with an iron grip, her hands pressing into my shoulders, her knees on either side of me. I tried to push back, to roll out from under her, but it was useless. She was too strong, impossibly strong.

Panic rose in my chest as I struggled against her grip, but it was like trying to push against a stone wall. Her eyes remained fixed on me, and there was a hunger in them that went beyond mere desire—it was primal, feral, something that I had never seen before. The beautiful garden around us seemed to disappear, the fairy lights and the gentle breeze fading into the background as all I could focus on was her and the darkness that had taken over her gaze.

"What's happening?" I managed to gasp, my voice shaky with fear. My heart raced, thumping against my chest, but she just smiled down at me, her grip tightening as I struggled to break free.

"Shhh," she whispered, leaning in closer. Her breath was hot against my ear, sending a chill through me. "Don't fight it. It won't hurt... much."

The words sent a wave of terror through me. I had come to this prom with a girl I thought I knew, but this... this was something else entirely. I tried to twist away, to get to my feet, but she was too strong. It was like she had an unnatural power, a strength that defied all logic. I was trapped, held down by someone who didn't seem human anymore.

I looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of the girl I had danced with earlier, the girl who had made me laugh and had kissed me with such passion. But she was gone. All that was left was this creature, this demon who seemed driven by a hunger she couldn't control.

"Please," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Let me go."

She didn't answer. Instead, she leaned in, her lips hovering over mine. The hunger in her gaze was terrifying, but there was also something else—a flicker of sadness, a hint that maybe, just maybe, there was still some part of her that cared. But it was buried deep, overshadowed by the darkness that had taken hold.

I knew I was in over my head. The prom, the garden, all of it seemed like a distant memory. All that mattered now was finding a way out, a way to escape this nightmare. But as I looked into her eyes, I knew it wasn't going to be easy. The hunger in her was too strong, and I wasn't sure if she could—or would—resist it.

(narrator’s pov) :

I released him suddenly, my grip loosening as if something within me snapped. The change was abrupt, like a switch had been flipped, and I pushed myself off him and ran, vanishing into the shadows of the woods. The darkness swallowed me whole, my figure a blur against the trees as I disappeared into the night. The garden fell silent, the only sound the rustling of leaves and the distant murmurs of the prom music.

Jaemin lay on the ground, dazed and confused, his heart racing from the sudden release. The pain from the kiss lingered, a sharp reminder of how intense and forceful it had been. His lips were bruised, his skin still warm from my touch, and he rubbed his shoulders, feeling the marks where my hands had gripped him. It was as if a whirlwind had torn through his world, leaving chaos in its wake.

As he sat up, trying to make sense of what had just happened, he heard it—a sound from the woods. It was distant at first, a faint howl that echoed through the trees. He froze, listening, his instincts on high alert. The howl grew louder, a raw and anguished cry that sent a shiver down his spine. It sounded like an animal, but there was something unsettling about it, something almost human in its pain.

Jaemin felt a surge of fear. The garden, once a place of romance and beauty, now felt like the edge of a dark and foreboding wilderness. The howling continued, each wail sending a chill through the night air. It was as if the woods themselves had come alive with some unseen torment, the cries a warning of the dangers that lurked within.

He got to his feet, his knees shaky, and backed away slowly, his eyes darting between the garden and the woods. The fairy lights seemed dimmer, their soft glow unable to pierce the darkness that had settled around him. The howling grew louder, more urgent, as if something out there was calling for help—or seeking revenge.

Jaemin felt a wave of uncertainty. Should he follow? Should he try to find me in the darkness, to understand what had driven me into the woods so suddenly? Or should he run, get away from the nightmare that was unfolding? The howl echoed again, sharp and anguished, and he knew that whatever lay in the woods was not something to be taken lightly.

The garden seemed to hold its breath, the air tense and filled with foreboding. Jaemin took another step back, his heart racing, knowing that this prom night had turned into something far more sinister than he could have ever imagined.

The howling in the woods grew louder, its haunting echoes cutting through the night air. Jaemin's instincts screamed at him to run, to get as far away from the garden and the unsettling sounds as possible. But something held him back, a nagging sense of guilt mixed with a surge of curiosity. I had vanished into the woods so suddenly, and despite the fear, a part of him felt compelled to find me, to help if he could.

He took a few hesitant steps toward the edge of the garden, peering into the darkness. The trees loomed like silent sentinels, their branches casting long shadows that seemed to shift with every gust of wind. The howls had stopped, replaced by an eerie silence that was somehow even more unnerving.

Jaemin edged forward, his breath shallow, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching him, something lurking just beyond his line of sight. As he moved closer to the tree line, he saw a figure standing by one of the larger trees. It was me. I was standing there, facing him, the moonlight casting a ghostly glow on my tangled hair and my prom dress stained with blood.

His eyes widened in horror as he took in the sight. Blood smeared across my mouth and down the front of my dress, splattered in dark streaks against the fabric. My hair was a wild mess, strands tangled and matted, and my eyes—those once bright and inviting eyes—were now cold and empty, devoid of the warmth they once held.

I smiled at him, a slow, chilling smile that sent a shiver down his spine. There was something feral about my expression, something that spoke of a hunger that couldn't be sated. I tilted my head, watching him with an intensity that made him feel like a cornered prey.

"Jaemin," I said, my voice low and husky, carrying a hint of the same hunger that was written across my blood-stained lips. "You came back. I'm glad."

He tried to find words, to make sense of the scene before him, but nothing came out. His legs felt weak, his hands trembling as he fought the urge to turn and run. But he couldn't move, couldn't tear his eyes away from me.

"What... what happened?" he finally managed to ask, his voice shaky with fear. He knew the answer even before I spoke. The wolf howling in the woods, the blood on my mouth—it all pointed to one chilling conclusion.

I took a step forward, my gaze locked on him. "I was just a little hungry," I replied, my smile widening. "But now I'm full."

Jaemin felt a wave of nausea, his stomach turning at the thought of what I had done. The girl he had danced with, the girl who had kissed him so passionately, was gone, replaced by something monstrous. He knew he should run, that every instinct screamed for him to get away. But he couldn't move, couldn't look away from the horror that stood before him.

As quickly as I had appeared, I was gone. I darted into the shadows of the woods, vanishing like a wraith into the night, leaving Jaemin alone in the darkness. He stood there for a moment, his mind racing, trying to make sense of what had just happened. The blood-stained dress, the tangled hair, the feral look in my eyes—it was all too much to process. He stumbled his way out of the woods, his heart pounding, feeling like the world had turned upside down.

That night, back in his bedroom, he couldn't stop thinking about me. He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind replaying the night's events over and over. The kiss was still fresh in his memory, his lips still tender and swollen from its roughness. He sat up and looked in the mirror, seeing the redness and the slight bruising where my lips had pressed against his. He winced at the pain, but it wasn't just physical—it was emotional too. What had he seen in the woods? What was I becoming?

The next morning, Jaemin got ready for school in a daze. He couldn't bring himself to tell anyone what had happened. The trauma of the night before weighed heavily on him, and he knew he needed time to process it all. He kept his head down, avoiding eye contact with everyone as he walked through the crowded school hallway.

But then, he saw me.

Jaemin felt a cold chill as he watched me stroll down the hallway, my steps light and my demeanor carefree. The bright glow of my skin, the bounce in my hair, and the effortless way I moved—it was all so normal, so... human. Yet he couldn't forget the feral intensity in my eyes from the night before, the blood that stained my lips, my dress. How could I be so calm, so completely at ease after everything that had happened?

He approached me cautiously, his heart racing. It was as if he was stepping into a surreal dream, uncertain of what he might find. I noticed him coming and flashed that same dazzling smile, as if I hadn’t just devoured a wolf and left him alone in the woods to overthink it all night.

"You're fine?" he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and disbelief. It was a simple question, but loaded with all the uncertainty and fear that had plagued him since I vanished into the trees.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I replied, my tone light and carefree, as though I hadn't a single worry in the world. My smile was disarming, my eyes bright and lively, devoid of any trace of the darkness that had consumed me the previous night.

Jaemin hesitated, struggling to find the words. He opened his mouth to say something, to express his confusion, his fear, but nothing came out. The hallway was filled with other students, their laughter and chatter filling the air, and I seemed perfectly at home among them.

Before he could say anything else, I turned away, joining a group of friends who greeted me with enthusiasm. It was as if the entire incident had never happened, like it was all just a bad dream. But Jaemin knew better. He had seen the blood, felt the force of my grip, and witnessed the savage look in my eyes. There was something beneath the surface, something that I was hiding with my charming smiles and casual words.

As I walked away, Jaemin stood there, feeling more alone than ever. He was left with the unsettling realization that what he had seen the night before was real, and yet here I was, acting as if it was all perfectly normal. The unease lingered, a constant reminder that the nightmare might not be over. But for now, all he could do was watch and wait, unsure of what might happen next.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

True [Chapter Two] Swan Dive [Bakugou Katsuki]

Warning(s): OCs, nostalgia, reunions, Katsuki being Katsuki, sadness, aged-up characters, memories, post-breakup, heartbreak.

No Minors Allowed!!

From the nearest international airport, Airi took the United Airlines to Chicago, then flew to Haneda. The final leg of her journey took her from Chitose in Hokkaido to Shizuoka on the All Nippon Airways (ANA). She arrived in Musutafu on Friday morning, nearly 2 days after she left Falmore in America. Tired was an understatement.

Kaito Usui, her father, then picked her up from the airport. He was a meek man in his early 50s with unkempt hair that made him appear feral despite his passive demeanor. His eyes were tired, but he looked no less happy to see her. Airi tried to insist that she would rent a room while she was in Japan, for him to drop her off at the nearest, cheapest hotel, but he refused to let her; there was no reason she could not retake her old bedroom, he claimed. She was in no position to argue. 

Part of the reason she wanted to stay in a hotel was because she did not want to mooch off her parents, the other reason was because even though she had come home for a reunion, she still had work to do. Akinori Chibana pulled some strings with the higher-ups of 'Synergos', giving her a week. There were no clear orders as to what she would be doing, but Airi was told to keep her phone close.

She put the matter aside for the time being and stared nostalgically out the passenger side window at the quiet, charming neighborhood as Kaito pulled into the driveway of a two-bedroom single-family home. It looked the same as when she left, with its stained white exterior siding that was in desperate need of a power wash. The garden was still there, alive with hydrangeas and tulips, and so too was the hemlock that grew beside her bedroom window; the same hemlock she used to sneak in and out when she was a teenager. Leaving the car, she took a deep breath, then stretched her sore back.

"Home sweet home, right kiddo," Kaito stated.

Airi smiled widely. It certainly was. She retrieved her suitcase from the trunk, then followed her father inside, humming as the silence of the house permeated her ears.

"Is Mom awake?"

"She didn't tell you?" Kaito asked, raising a curious brow. "She got a temp job at the bank."

No, she certainly did not tell her. While Airi was glad that her mother was again healthy, she wished that she would take it easy. Mao Usui was bedridden from the time Airi was in Junior High to the time she graduated from the Hero Course. It was not a serious illness, but due to years of Quirk drawbacks, she suffered terrible headaches that made it hard for her to function. When Airi joined 'Synergos' the severeness of her mother's headaches fortunately lessened, and her days of bedrest were over.

"So long as she doesn't exert herself," Airi uttered. 

Kaito smiled. "How happy she would be to hear that." He paused, removed his shoes at the door, then ambled into the kitchen. "Do you want something to eat?"

Airi followed suit.  

“I ate between the flights. I honestly might just rest for a while. Izuku and I are meeting after he gets off work. I promised to help him decorate the event hall where the reunion is taking place.” 

“Busy day,” Kaito pointed out. 

He had no idea. 

“You know where your room is,” he added. “Mao left you a change of sheets on the bed.” 

Patting her on the head, Kaito Usui wandered into the living room. For a moment, Airi felt nostalgic; she felt like a teenager again, standing in the kitchen with her father - in his early 40s at the time - as he listened to her whine about boy troubles. That was the least of her problems back then. 

She sighed in regret, then toted her suitcase upstairs. Her room, ironically, was just as she left it. Most of her belongings, the ones she did not take with her to America, were packed in boxes in the closet, but the bones were still there; the twin-sized bed, the dresser, and the writing desk in front of the window. Memories came flooding back to her, both happy and sad. 

Airi quickly prepared the bed, tossed a warm floral comforter over the matching sheets, and then laid out her suitcase. Even if she was just home for a week, her mother would scold her if she did not at least put away her clothes. She paired them, put her underclothes in the dresser, and then opened her closet. Before she left home, she stacked the boxes haphazardly inside, a fact she had forgotten until a loose box tumbled out at her. The contents spilled onto the floor, making her jump, then groan protest. 

“What a warm welcome.”

Reluctantly she bent down to gather the contents, coming upon the realization that the box had been used to store knickknacks that had no place among the other boxes. Airi noticed a strip of RC paper, the kind used in photo booths, and turned it over, seeing two individual black and white images; the last was slightly torn as though she had carelessly ripped the next wallet-sized picture off and accidentally damaged it. She had, and she knew exactly why. Each one was of her and Katsuki. 

The afternoon these were taken was the day after the U.S.J. incident. Katsuki took her to the arcade, even though at first, she did not want to go. In the end, she caved, because she realized that the two of them needed some normality after the fight. He did not act fazed, but she knew that the events were weighing on him; they certainly were weighing on her.

The faith she had in herself, as a novice hero, was shattered. Airi considered telling Katsuki he was right; she was not suited to be a hero. The drawback of her Quirk was too much. It almost mimicked the same drawback her mother suffered; severe headaches.

She tightened her jaw, rubbing her sore temples as though the action alone would ease the pain. Something about the vibrant lights from the machines made her eyes sensitive, a fact that she did not disclose to Katsuki as she sent him to get her a cupcake from the nearby kiosk, much to his irritation.

Why was this happening to her? Now of all times. She hardly used her Quirk beyond her ten-minute limit during the fight inside the Downpour Zone. Tokoyami Fumikage put forth the most effort, capturing the most villains. All Airi did was support him, yet she wound up damaged the most by the drawback. It hit hard, especially after the incident when she stood back and watched her classmates come out more firm in their decision to be a hero. But not her. She was scared.

Airi sighed in sadness, feeling tears sting her sore eyes. It was not fair. She knew the dangers; she told herself that this was what she wanted, but nothing could prepare her for what she went through. It was infuriating. Her vision blurred, but quickly so as not to draw attention to herself, she stood and squeezed into a nearby photo booth. With the privacy curtains hiding her from the rest of the arcade, she sobbed, covering her mouth to hold in the noises. 

For a moment, the dark corners of her mind closed in on her, judgemental and suffocating, but then the curtains abruptly slid back and like an electric shock, Airi stiffened and stared in surprise at Bakugou Katsuki as he peered into the booth. In his hand, he held the cupcake. 

“The hell are you doing?” He rasped. His brows knitted in suspicion. 

It was not hard to see that Airi was crying. Her tears gave her away. They did not pour down her cheeks; with her Quirk, the tears floated in front of her face. 

“I um…I–” 

Katsuki growled beneath his breath, then strode in, sitting beside her. The cupcake he shoved into her hands, ignoring her squeak of protest as he dug into his pocket for a handful of Yen. He put 500 worth into the machine, then pressed a vibrant white button near the top of the screen. A countdown soon began. 

“W-why did you–” 

“Just sit back and focus on the damn screen, fuck munch,” Katsuki interjected. 

Her tears fell to the floor with a soft plip as she hurried to make herself more presentable. Airi forced a smile, then the light flashed as the image was taken. She knew she looked terrible, but the sentiment was appreciated. Before the flash went off again, she linked her arm around Katsuki's upper arm and leaned her head against his shoulder. 

The next photo was much the same, with Katsuki looking flushed and Airi smiling mockingly. Then the final, much to her annoyance, was an image of him, pressing the cupcake into her face. The chocolate icing was smeared across her skin while Katsuki grinned in satisfaction. 

She would then later give the final two images to Katsuki. The first two she kept, stored away in the depths of the box until now. An array of emotions washed over her, as she stared down at the young faces forever captured in silent bliss. She missed him; missed the way he subtly made her feel better about herself. Tears blurred her eyes. She shoved the strip back into the box, cleaned up, then laid down for a nap. 

Those days were over. Like it or not, she was not getting them back.

–

Around lunchtime, Airi left the house and traveled into the city. She made sure to text Izuku before she got off the train, heading to their meeting spot, an intersection that sat between their houses. While she waited for him, she bought a bottle of water from a nearby vending machine, quenching her thirst. The heat was almost unbearable, a sign that she had gotten used to the AC in her little Honda. She whined, fanning herself with her hand. Honestly, she considered pouring the water over her head, but before she built up the nerve, someone strode into her eyesight.

Airi smiled widely. Midoriya Izuku stood before her, mid-twenties and somehow still as pure as she remembered, even with the scars on his face and the ones peeking out from beneath the cuffs of his suit. 

“Izuku,” she uttered. 

The urge to hug him was too tempting. Airi stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his back. He returned the hug. 

“It's good to see you again,” He stated. 

Airi agreed with a nod, then stepped back, chuckling as he tried to cover the blush on his face. She looked him over, then raised her hand, gesturing toward him. 

“Look at you, all dressed to impress.”

“I work as a teacher at U.A. now,” Izuku mentioned with a soft smile. He ran a hand through his fluffy green hair. “But I'm more interested in hearing what you've been up to. I saw on the internet some of the work that Synergos has been doing. It's impressive the traction they have gained overseas.”

Airi felt her face heat up. While she was not surprised that Izuku was looking in on his friends, it felt nice to have him gush over her like he used to with the Pro Heroes from his past. She was glad to see that he had not changed much. 

To humor him, Airi talked briefly about her past few years with Synergos; the rebuild in Falmore, and the job before that, which let her travel to one of the biggest cities in America for charity work. She learned, as they walked, that Izuku and Aizawa Shouta, their former instructor, worked together; the latter semi-retired from being at the front line as a hero. By the time the two were at the event hall in downtown Musutafu, the weather only seemed to get hotter. Airi was relieved to feel the cool air circulating through the building. She hummed, then stood in shock at what she saw. 

The event hall was in the process of being decorated, but already so much had been done to it. Numerous round tables were lining the outside of what Airi assumed - if Ashido Mina had a say so in the way things were decorated - was a dance floor, though currently it was being occupied by fog machines and bags of party favors colored to match U.A. colors; gray and green.

“Woah,” Airi uttered in awe. 

“It's coming along well, isn't it?” Asked a familiar voice. 

Airi turned, widening her eyes. Two of her fellow U.A. alumni stood in the doorway, having wandered in from the humid summer heat.

The first was Yaoyarozu Momo, former vice president. She was taller than Airi remembered with multiple thin strands of silky hair hanging in her face, having fallen loose from her ponytail. Then beside her, being the one to catch Airi's attention, was Kirishima Kairi. As twins, Kairi was the spitting image of Eijirou, though, unlike her brother, she shared no admiration for his hero Crimson Riot and wore her hair natural and long. 

Around her arm was a reusable bag from the nearest convenience store, which she dug through, handing a bottle of water and a granola bar to Izuku, who thanked her softly.

“I'd give you a kiss, Bunny, but I'm all sweaty,” she stated, with a shark-line grin. 

Bunny. Wait! Airi glanced between the two of them in shock. Were they…

They were. Izuku's face was heated, trying to hide behind his arms, which were crossed in front of his face. 

“No one told me,” Airi pouted. 

“I found out a week ago,” Momo admitted. 

Kairi rocked on her heels. They had not told many, though Airi should not be too surprised; the two were rather close in U.A. 

“Sorry,” she apologized. “Everyone was busy, so we kept it to ourselves. Well, and Eijirou.” 

Airi playfully narrowed her eyes. 

“I see how it is. Yaomomo and I will just leave you two cinnamon rolls to your dirty secret.”

Momo nodded in agreement, but Izuku was mortified, steaming like a vegetable. He waved his hands in defense. 

“I-it's not like that.” 

The three laughed at his reaction. 

–

As the afternoon went on, the workload lessened and the event hall transformed into a paradise of sparkling streamers and paper flowers. Airi sat with Momo on the floor, hand-painting a welcome banner to hang above the dance floor for everyone to see. She was in awe of her former classmate. 

Like her, Momo traveled abroad after graduating. Based on her stories, she toured elementary schools, expanding the Hero role; Quirk Counseling, and similar essential roles. It was impressive, even more so when she learned that Uraraka Ochaco spearheaded the operation.

“Italy was a beautiful country,” Momo mentioned fondly. She painted another layer on the ‘L’ in ‘Welcome’. “I hope you get the chance to see it one day.”

Airi too. At the moment, ‘Synergos’ was stationed in America, but there was talk about an expansion. She would love to see every country. Peeking up from her work, she hummed as she did not see Izuku or Kairi in the room. She had not seen them in a while, she noted. 

“Do you know where the love birds went?” 

Momo glanced at her briefly, then returned to her task. 

“Most likely they went to meet with Eijirou. He is supposed to be coming by with supplies.”

Airi hummed. She worked quietly for a while until she heard the entrance door come open. Peeking over her shoulder, she smiled as she noticed the love birds walk in. With them was Kirishima Eijirou looking more untamed than ever. His hair was red; longer and spiker. In one arm he held a large box, having no problem toting it. The other waved at them. 

“Yaomomo…Airi, hey!” 

The two waved back. He brought up a finger as if to say ‘Just a moment’ then held the door open with his foot. Then someone else entered, toting two boxes stacked on top of one another. Airi should have recognized him immediately; his bare scarred arms held her briefly the day she boarded the plane for America. She bristled. 

“Pull your damn weight, hair-for-brains,” Bakugou Katsuki rasped. “I can't carry the entire damn haul myself.” 

“I can get it, Kacchan,” Izuku suggested. 

The blonde shot him a glare. 

“I didn't ask you, Deku.” 

He was just as loud as ever. The only difference Airi noticed was that his hair was styled in an undercut. In addition to the scars on his face - a product of the war - and his pierced ears, he looked more feral. As handsome as he was, she knew there was no way he was popular with the citizens of Musutafu. Outside the class, not many people even knew he had a softer, honorable side.

Then as if he felt her eyes on him, he met her gaze. Airi froze. Her stomach twisted in dread and she considered hiding her face from him, but it was far too late. Despite the others talking, the silence between them was deafening. Her heart pounded rapidly in her chest, and then to her shock, he turned away from her.

“Hey, diamond girl!” He shouted, gaining Kairi's attention. 

Airi did not hear what he said to her, but he passed to her the boxes, which she held with ease, and then he turned and walked out of the building. Her heart sank. What did she expect? That he was just going to be pleased to see her? No, she knew it would be this way; she knew it would hurt. And it did. It hurt so much. 

Katsuki was the one who deserved to be upset. Not her. At this moment, Airi wished that she had just ignored Izuku's message.

[autolenaphilia]

About Linux, I don't think the problem with mass adoption is because LInux distros are all difficult to use and require technical programming knowledge. Maybe that was a problem like in the 90s and to some extent in the 00s, but not now. Some distros still use predominately command line interfaces like Arch, but more have perfectly user-friendly GUIs. Mint is a good example. And GUI are important for the non-programmer user. A good GUI is how both Apple and Microsoft established their OS dominance back in the day, despite the other drawbacks of their operating systems. In my experience the Windows GUI has declined massively since at least XP, but Windows gets by on the inertia of being a monopoly at this point.

It's actually that inertia that keeps Linux from becoming popular. It's because Windows and Apple have the money and thus power to bundle their OS with computer hardware as the default. Paying for Windows has become an invisible part of the price of buying a laptop at this point. And that puts Linux at an disadvantage, because the user have to go out of their way to install it. People are creatures of habit, and most people have little interest in computers beyond their use as a practical tool. They will go with the default option.

So I don't see a way for Linux to have mass adoption without making it a default on the laptops people buy. And that's hard unless you have the money/power of a near-monopoly like Microsoft. And part of acquiring that power means you are unlikely to act in the best interests of your customers.

Google have their own operating systems that are based on the Linux kernel, and those are seeing wide adoption. Android is one half of the Phone OS duopoly and Chrome OS has put a small dent in the Apple/Microsoft duopoly on PCs. And that success is because those systems are the default on the hardware they come on. But both of those systems are corporate controlled shit, contrary to the original principles of free software that Linux is built on.

There are some laptops that come with better Linux distros like Ubuntu installed by default, but they tend to be fairly expensive specialist tools. A Dell XPS 13 for example is one of the cheaper options I could find, and comes with either Windows or Ubuntu installed, and the Ubuntu option is cheaper than the Windows version, but the price is still over 1000 dollars. That's kinda where the price range start with Linux laptops. Of course, the cheaper option for getting a premade laptop without paying for windows remains buying a used computer with a wiped harddrive and installing Linux from an usb drive yourself, but still not a default.

I think for mass adoption, you need to convince computer hardware companies to sell cheap low-spec laptops with the option of having a linux distro already installed. They would actually have an advantage price-wise due to not paying MIcrosoft. But that's a hard job, since Microsoft has such a well-established hold on those.

Still I think Linux users should spread the word. Try to grow, even if we are destined to remain a small part of all PC users at this point. We need and should educate people. People should have computer knowledge, because the modern world runs on computers. And if you acquire computer knowledge, you should learn that Windows isn't really the best option for your computer.

[bookishwenchmeltha]

Textbook are insanely expensive

I teach. I get absolutely no say in what textbooks my students need to buy in college over 98% of the time, and it bothers me tremendously that the mark up on textbooks is so high that a large portion of my students no longer get the books and instead try to learn everything without a reference. Twenty years ago, $250 would buy a semester of textbooks. Today, in most cases, that won't even buy the books for a single class. The price has about tripled, conservatively.

In the classroom, I can do absolutely jack about this. I'm not even allowed under my contract to mention that there are other options than the campus bookstore. I receive absolutely NO kickback on the textbooks, so please realize, most professors HATE what's happening to textbook prices and LOATHE feeling like we have no options.

So, the following is a list of ways to get around buying the damn hyper-inflated pricey textbooks that most of us will turn a blind eye to.

If it's a popular book, which can happen especially in lit courses, go to a library and see if they have a copy. For some reason, students totally forget that libraries might have the book they need. Even if you have to return it late at the end of the semester, the late fee is going to be a lot less than the price of the book. If your library doesn't have the book, ask a librarian to do an inter-library loan for you. In a lot of states, this means you have access to it, for free, from any library in the state or possibly any other state.

If you prefer studying off of paper because you like taking handwritten notes, get a bunch of students in the same class together and chip in to buy one book. Then go to the library or a copy place and run off the pages you need for that week. Do the same thing the following week. If the book costs $250.00 (and some of them are a LOT more), a copy is usually 10 cents. You would need to make 2,500 to equal the price of the book, and I guarantee you your textbook is not 2500 pages long. Five people splitting the cost of the original text books for $50 can photocopy 200 pages of textbook for $20 (that can actually be 400 pages if you can fit too pages on one copy). The one way this can go wrong is if you get library staff or a copy center employee who objects to you photocopying copyrighted work. This is understandable with a living author. It is far less understandable when you are photocopying someone who died 400 years ago. Unfortunately, they can get you in trouble or toss you out, which is why I strongly suggest making only ten or so photocopies at a time. If however, you mange to copy the whole dang thing, or scan it, you can now sell it back, possibly during the return window.

This one, no one can stop you. Chip in with a few people to buy a copy of the textbook. Then pull out your phone and take a picture of the pages you need. Either keep it on your phone or download and print it. The one drawback here is a lot of professors do not like students to have their phones out during class. Again, if that's the case, print it out. It's going to look a lot less suspicious printing stuff from your phone at a copy place than trying to make multiple of a textbook in the middle of a library or copy joint. Again, you can space this out and print the pages when you need them.

A few words of caution: if the book is already reasonably priced, it's better to buy it from an ethical standpoint. This lets bookstores and publishers know that this book is popular and keeps it from getting "retired." Using the Internet for some works is great, but it doesn't provide the same page number, or sometimes even the same line numbers, for citations. Online works can also have problems with censorship, removing so-called offensive sections without the reader even realizing (I've seen this happen with a website of Poe's work that purported to be full and unabridged and was most certainly not). Sometimes, footnotes or author/editor commentary will also be missing, different, or even just plain wrong. If humanly possible, use the same edition as the rest of the class.

One last thing: if the professor wrote the book, you're basically screwed. Buy the book.

One final thing that is highly unlikely by still worth knowing: keep an eye on used books for sale in unlikely places: garage sales, second-and book shops, etc., especially near colleges or universities. I've seen the latest edition of $400 textbooks for sale at a library book sale for $2. Just make sure the edition matches because it's common practice among publishers to change the exercises with each new edition. That insures the older editions can't be reused or sold for a lower rate; it's awful, and it also means if you have to turn in homework, an older edition will not help you.

[rikerofalltrades]

As a Linux user, just saying "switch to Linux" is bonkers for most folks. Not because Linux is super difficult or cumbersome, but because enshittification of tech has deprecated and depreciated what it means to be a basic user. I had a conversation with a college student who was complaining about having to replace their phone every 3-5 years or so because their phone wouldn't be able to update to the latest version of their OS. When I said "you could just flash an alternative or aftermarket OS on it", they looked at me as though I was describing the various individual parts of the Hadron Collider. It wasn't because they lacked intellect, rather due to lack of knowledge and information. This person grew up with tablets and chromebooks with no right-click enabled, everything stored in 'the cloud' and a user interface almost entirely locked down. It's 'safe' and 'convenient' for underfunded IT departments, sure, but it also has a major drawback in that it asphyxiates curiosity and discovery. The computer, turned into a magic box of mystery that you're forbidden from opening up and exploring its guts. Comparing that to my early days messing with Novell login screens (anyone else remember sending messages to every other computer through that one feature?) and running games off of floppies we'd bring to school, and it's just disheartening. We got so many opportunities to enthusiastically learn and grow through what is today considered highly questionable and problematic activities; things we did that encouraged more learning, more discovering, more studying. Finding out about Linux in college was a revelation - I finally had the option to move beyond Windows and Apple; sure, I could fuck up my system - but that was MY choice, MY responsibility, and MY consequences. No one was grabbing my hand and forcing me into one specific path - I was free to blaze my own trail. Sometimes this resulted in having to do a full reinstall, or hunt down dependencies for some obscure program I read about in a forum. But that control made a substantial difference in how I viewed computers and mobile devices. Many folks don't switch to Linux because the tech industry has deliberately created (and continues to create) restrictive paths and controls, making users become entirely dependent on specific apps for increasingly basic tasks (e.g., listening to music, watching videos, creating documents/spreadsheets/presentations, communicating with other folks online, etc). It seems like every fucking company and their subsidiary has an app, often little more than window dressing augmenting their website. It's just really unfortunate that a lot of younger folks are kept in the dark as to what they can really do with computers; there is this somber feeling of being at the mercy of large tech corporations from many of them. As older folks we should be doing more to light the way towards systems that respect their privacy, their autonomy, their freedom; to encourage exploration and support of independent developers creating wonderful software (CherryTree, for example); and to support diverging from the mainstream. Younger folks aren't stupid, they've just grown up in an era where they're trapped in devices with planned obsolescence, arrested development, restricted and highly controlled user interfaces, and bellicose corporations with their finger hovering over the lawsuit button.

Telling young zoomers to "just switch to linux" is nuts some of these ipad kids have never even heard of a cmd.exe or BIOS you're throwing them to the wolves

[sparklypandacollection]

Comfort vs Style: Finding Balance with Automotive Tints

Introduction

In the world of automotive aesthetics, few elements can truly transform a vehicle’s appearance and functionality like automotive tints. But how does one strike that perfect balance between comfort and style? Is it possible to enjoy the sleek, stylish look of tinted windows while also benefiting from the comfort that comes with them? In this comprehensive guide, we’ll delve deep into the realm of automotive window tinting, exploring various aspects such as the best types of tints available, their benefits, and how to choose the right tint for your car. Whether you’re in Round Rock or anywhere else, this automotive detailing article will serve as your ultimate resource for navigating the exciting world of car window tinting.

Understanding Automotive Tints What Are Automotive Tints?

Automotive tints are specialized films applied to vehicle windows to reduce glare, block harmful UV rays, and enhance privacy. They come in various shades and materials, allowing car owners to customize their vehicles according to personal preference and legal regulations.

Why Consider Automotive Tinting?

Tinting offers numerous benefits beyond aesthetics. From protecting your interior against sun damage to enhancing driver visibility by reducing glare, the advantages are plentiful. Moreover, it can provide a layer of security by making it difficult for outsiders to see inside your vehicle.

Comfort vs Style: Finding Balance with Automotive Tints

Finding the right automotive tint is like balancing a fine scale; eco-friendly auto detailing services too much emphasis on one aspect can lead you away from your ideal choice. Comfort often translates into cooler temperatures within your vehicle and reduced eye strain due to glare reduction. On the other hand, style is about making a statement—showcasing elegance while conveying personality through your choice of tint.

Types of Automotive Window Tints 1. Dyed Window Tint Description: This type involves applying dye between an adhesive layer and a protective layer. Benefits: Offers good heat rejection and privacy without breaking the bank. Drawbacks: May fade over time if exposed to direct sunlight. 2. Metalized Window Tint Description: Incorporates metal particles that reflect heat away from the interior. Benefits: Durable and provides excellent UV protection. Drawbacks: May interfere with GPS or cell phone signals. 3. Ceramic Window Tint Description: Made from ceramic particles that do not contain metals or dyes. Benefits: One of the best options available; blocks up to 99% of UV rays with superior heat rejection. Drawbacks: Higher cost compared to other types. Choosing the Best Automotive Tint for Your Needs Assessing Your Requirements

Before opting for any auto tint in Round Rock or elsewhere, consider these factors:

Purpose: Are you looking primarily for comfort through temperature regulation or style through aesthetics? Legal Regulations

[lastimeexteriors-nebraska]

Do Metal Roofs Interfere with Cell Phone Reception?

Choosing a metal roof is a big decision, and it’s natural to wonder if it might affect your cell phone reception. While the question comes up often, the answer isn’t as straightforward as you might think. Let’s dive into the details to help you understand how metal roofs interact with cell signals and how to address any concerns.

Factors That Impact Cell Phone Reception

Cell phone signal strength depends on multiple factors, not just your roof type. These include:

Distance from the nearest cell tower: The farther you are, the weaker the signal.

Obstructions: Trees, buildings, or large objects between you and the tower can block signals.

Home construction materials: Walls made of concrete, brick, or even wood can interfere with signals, regardless of roof material.

While metal can reflect or absorb radio waves, it’s just one of many elements influencing signal strength.

Do Metal Roofs Block Cell Signals?

Like other construction materials, metal roofs may slightly affect cell reception, but they don’t block signals outright.

The design of the building, the number of walls, and the proximity to a cell tower play bigger roles.

Poor reception in metal-roofed buildings is often due to a combination of factors, not just the roof itself.

How to Ensure Strong Cell Reception with a Metal Roof

If you’re concerned about cell phone reception after installing a metal roof, there are practical ways to improve it:

Wi-Fi Calling: Modern phones support calls over Wi-Fi, bypassing cell towers altogether.

Signal Boosters: These devices amplify weak signals outside your home and distribute them inside, ensuring a strong connection.

Strategic Positioning: Adding openings like skylights or placing your phone near windows can help signals penetrate better.

Why Metal Roofs Are Worth It

Despite concerns about cell reception, the benefits of metal roofing far outweigh the potential drawbacks:

Durability: Metal roofs can last 50+ years with minimal maintenance.

Energy Efficiency: Their reflective surface helps reduce energy costs by keeping your home cooler.

Weather Resistance: They hold up well against extreme weather, including wind, rain, and snow.

How a Metal Roofing Contractor Can Help

Working with an experienced metal roofing contractor is crucial when considering a metal roof. They can:

Assess your home to minimize potential signal issues.

Offer solutions like proper insulation and ventilation during installation.

Use high-quality materials to ensure long-lasting results.

Conclusion

While metal roofs might slightly impact cell phone reception, other factors like building design and distance from cell towers are often more significant. You can easily maintain strong connectivity with solutions like Wi-Fi calling and signal boosters. A metal roofing contractor can guide you through the process, ensuring your new roof delivers durability, energy efficiency, and weather protection without compromising your cell reception.

[reviewrating]

AI Money Printer Review - The Most Powerful AI Traffic & Commission System For 2025!

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Frequently Asked Questions (FAQ’s)

What devices does this work on?

AI MONEY PRINTER is web-based so it works on every device out there. All you need is an internet connection.

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MojIPTV in Canada: A Comprehensive Guide to Affordable and Diverse Streaming Solutions

As traditional cable services face growing competition, Canadians are increasingly turning to IPTV (Internet Protocol Television) services for their entertainment needs. MojIPTV is one such service that has gained attention for offering diverse content, affordability, and convenience. This article explores MojIPTV’s features, benefits, legality, and its impact on the Canadian entertainment landscape.

Understanding MojIPTV: What Is It?

MojIPTV is a subscription-based IPTV service that streams live TV channels, on-demand content, and premium programs directly over the internet. Unlike conventional cable or satellite services, MojIPTV delivers content through an internet connection, allowing users to watch their favorite shows, movies, and live events on multiple devices.

MojIPTV has become popular in Canada for its extensive channel lineup, seamless streaming experience, and support for international content, catering to the country’s multicultural population.

Features That Set MojIPTV Apart

MojIPTV stands out for several reasons, offering features designed to meet the varied entertainment needs of Canadian users:

1. Extensive Channel Selection

MojIPTV provides access to thousands of TV channels across categories, including:

Local Networks: Popular Canadian channels like CBC, Global, and CTV.

Sports Channels: Access to TSN, Sportsnet, and international sports coverage.

Kids' Entertainment: Channels like Treehouse, Nickelodeon, and Disney.

Global Channels: Content from regions such as South Asia, the Middle East, and Europe.

Specialty Programming: Niche channels focusing on lifestyle, documentaries, and news.

2. On-Demand Content

Subscribers enjoy a vast library of on-demand content, featuring:

Blockbuster movies

Popular TV series

Documentaries

Regional and international films

3. High-Quality Streaming

MojIPTV supports HD and 4K streaming, ensuring an excellent viewing experience for users with reliable internet connections. Adaptive streaming technology minimizes buffering, even on moderate-speed networks.

4. Multi-Device Compatibility

MojIPTV works seamlessly on various devices, such as:

Smart TVs (Samsung, LG, etc.)

Streaming devices (Amazon Firestick, Roku)

Mobile phones (iOS and Android)

Tablets, laptops, and desktops

5. Affordable Pricing

One of MojIPTV’s biggest advantages is its cost-effectiveness. With subscription plans typically ranging from $10 to $20 per month, it offers a more affordable alternative to traditional cable packages.

Benefits of MojIPTV for Canadian Users

Switching to MojIPTV provides multiple advantages:

1. Significant Cost Savings

Traditional cable packages in Canada can cost $80 or more per month. MojIPTV’s affordable plans help users save money while accessing comparable, if not better, content.

2. Access to Global Content

Canada’s multicultural population benefits from MojIPTV’s global content offerings, which include channels and programs in various languages such as Hindi, Arabic, Spanish, and Mandarin.

3. Flexibility and Convenience

With MojIPTV, users can cancel their subscription anytime without being locked into long-term contracts, a common drawback of traditional cable services.

4. User-Friendly Features

Features like customizable playlists, favorite channels, and search functionalities enhance the user experience.

5. Portability

Since MojIPTV is internet-based, users can access their subscriptions anywhere, provided they have a compatible device and an internet connection.

How to Get Started with MojIPTV in Canada

Setting up MojIPTV is straightforward. Follow these simple steps:

Choose a Subscription Plan Visit MojIPTV’s website or contact their support to select a subscription plan based on your needs.

Download the App Install the MojIPTV app on your preferred device. The app is compatible with various operating systems, including Android, iOS, and Windows.

Log In and Activate Use the credentials provided during your subscription to log in to the app and activate your account.

Start Watching Browse the available channels and on-demand content, and begin streaming.

Is MojIPTV Legal in Canada?

IPTV services like MojIPTV exist in a complex legal landscape. While the technology itself is legitimate, the legality of specific services depends on their adherence to copyright and licensing agreements.

1. Legal IPTV Providers

Providers that acquire proper licensing agreements for their content are fully legal. These services pay for the rights to distribute channels and programs, ensuring compliance with Canadian copyright laws.

2. Unauthorized IPTV Providers

Services that stream pirated or unlicensed content are illegal. Using such services can lead to penalties for both the provider and the user.

3. What About MojIPTV?

Before subscribing, users should verify whether MojIPTV operates legally by checking its licensing credentials or seeking reviews from reputable sources.

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The Pros and Cons of Smart Air Conditioners

As temperatures rise and technology advances, the air conditioning market has changed. Notably, smart air conditioners have emerged. These devices not only cool but also offer connectivity, automation, and control for personalised comfort. However, they have both benefits and drawbacks. This article will explore the pros and cons of smart air conditioning in Maitland.

What Is a Smart Air Conditioner?

Control your home’s temperature remotely with a smart air conditioner. It connects to the internet via Wi-Fi or a home system. Therefore, you can adjust its settings from anywhere using just a smartphone app. This gives you full control. Many models also offer –

Scheduling

Geofencing

Voice assistants like Amazon Alexa 

The Pros:

1. Remote Control and Accessibility

Smart air conditioners offer easy remote control. With Wi-Fi, users adjust temperature, fan speed, and cooling mode via smartphones, even away from home. This ensures a comfortable arrival without wasting energy.

For frequent travellers or those with unpredictable schedules, this feature is especially useful. It also aids people with mobility challenges, allowing control without reaching the unit.

2. Energy Efficiency and Cost Savings

Smart air conditioners cut energy use, saving money and helping the environment. Many have features to monitor energy use, helping you adjust for savings.

Scheduling lets you set times for the AC to run, ideal for nights or when away. Geofencing turns on the AC just before you get home, saving energy. This automation ensures the AC runs only when needed, leading to significant long-term savings.

3. Customizable Comfort

Smart air conditioners offer flexible temperature settings and modes. You can usually set specific temperatures for different times via a smartphone app. Some even allow for individual room adjustments, catering to different comfort needs. This is ideal for households with varied preferences.

Additionally, some models feature sensors that monitor temperature and humidity. They automatically adjust settings for optimal comfort. This reduces the need for manual changes, ensuring a consistently comfortable home.

4. Integration with Smart Home Ecosystems

Many smart air conditioners work with home automation and voice devices. If you use Amazon Alexa, Google Assistant, or Apple HomeKit, adding a smart AC is easy. You can adjust settings and temperature with voice commands. Some models even turn off when windows or doors are open.

Tech-savvy homeowners can include smart ACs in their home systems. This boosts convenience and creates a more automated living space.

5. Enhanced Diagnostics and Maintenance Alerts

Smart air conditioners have self-diagnostics. They alert you when to clean the filter or if there’s an issue. This helps prevent bigger problems, extending the unit’s life and saving on repairs.

Getting these alerts on your phone makes it easier to keep up with maintenance. This is vital for good air quality and system efficiency. For example, a clogged filter can lower cooling, raise energy costs, and cause breakdowns.

The Cons:

1. Higher Upfront Costs

Smart air conditioners are pricier than regular ones. Their cost reflects advanced technology, connectivity, and energy efficiency. Although they reduce energy bills over time, the high upfront cost can deter budget-conscious buyers.

Homeowners should weigh long-term savings against the initial investment. The return on investment varies based on usage and local energy prices.

2. Reliance on Wi-Fi and Potential Connectivity Issues

A smart air conditioner needs a stable internet connection. If your Wi-Fi fails, you lose remote access. It then works like a regular AC, missing out on smart features.

Problems can also stem from a difficult or glitchy control app. Some users face issues with unreliable apps that need constant updates or have bugs. These problems limit functionality. So, it’s important to check the app’s quality and read reviews before buying.

3. Privacy and Security Concerns

Any internet-connected device raises privacy and security concerns. This includes smart air conditioners linked to your home Wi-Fi. Although the risk of hacking is lower than with other smart devices, it still exists.

To reduce this risk, secure your Wi-Fi with strong passwords and consider extra cybersecurity measures. Also, regularly update your device’s firmware to fix security gaps.

4. Learning Curve and Potential for Overcomplication

Smart air conditioners can be tough for non-tech-savvy people. They involve learning an app, settings, and features like scheduling and geofencing. This is hard for those used to simple remote controls.

Moreover, some might find these “smart” features unnecessary. If you just want basic cooling, the extra complexity might not be worth it. It could lead to higher costs and the hassle of learning something new. There’s also a risk of setting them up wrong, which can increase energy use.

5. Compatibility Limitations with Other Devices

Many smart air conditioners work with popular smart home systems, but not all. If you use devices from different brands, you might face compatibility issues. These can limit your AC unit’s functionality. For example, some models may work with Alexa but not with Google Assistant. Others might not fully integrate with certain home automation systems.

Is a Smart Air Conditioner Right for You?

Deciding to buy a smart air conditioner depends on your lifestyle, budget, and comfort needs. If you value convenience, want to save on energy, and have a smart home, then a smart AC is a great choice. But, if you prefer simple cooling without tech hassles, go for a traditional unit.

Weigh the pros and cons carefully. Consider your cooling needs, desired control, and if the savings and convenience justify the costs and potential tech issues.

Conclusion

Smart air conditioners provide benefits like remote control, energy savings, customizable settings, and home automation integration. However, they also have drawbacks, such as higher initial costs, dependence on the Internet, and security risks. Knowing these factors helps you decide if a smart AC is worth it.

As technology improves, smart ACs are expected to become cheaper and easier to use, potentially solving current issues. Meanwhile, assessing your needs and budget will help you pick the best air conditioning for year-round comfort.

To get smart air conditioning in Maitland, connect with Onsite Air.