#smartwatch without phone

[kidssmartwatchbypixbee]

Is there a smartwatch that works without a phone?

In today's tech-savvy world, smartwatches have become an integral part of our daily lives, providing a seamless blend of convenience and connectivity. But what about our little ones? Can they enjoy the benefits of these wearable devices without the need for a smartphone? Fortunately, the answer is a resounding yes!

Kids smart watch without phones offer a range of benefits that make them an ideal choice for parents. These innovative devices not only allow kids to explore and play games but also provide a sense of security and peace of mind for parents. 

One of the key advantages of these devices is the communication options they provide. Through built-in messaging features or voice calls, parents can stay connected with their kids, ensuring they are always just a touch away.

Advantages of Smartwatches Without Phones

There are several advantages to using a smartwatch without a phone for kids:

Safety: Smartwatch with GPS tracking and SOS features can provide parents with peace of mind knowing that they can easily locate their children and respond to emergencies.

Limited screen time: Without the distractions of social media and apps, kids can focus on physical activities and enjoy other offline pursuits.

Age-appropriate features: Smartwatches for kids typically offer features tailored to their developmental needs, such as educational games, Kids fitness trackers, and sleep monitors.

Independence: Kids can feel more autonomous and responsible while still being connected to their parents.

Also Read: [How Can Kids Smart Watches Keep Your Child Protected?] Key Features to Consider

When selecting a smartwatch for kids without a phone, consider the following features:

GPS tracking: Kids Smartwatch with GPS allows parents to monitor their child's location in real-time.

SOS button: An SOS button enables kids to quickly alert their parents in case of an emergency.

Durability: Choose a smartwatch that is water-resistant and can withstand the wear and tear of everyday use.

Age-appropriate apps: Select a smartwatch with apps that are suitable for your child's age and interests.

Battery life: Ensure the smart watch has a long enough battery life to last throughout the day.

By carefully considering the features and options available, parents can choose a smartwatch that aligns with their child's needs and promotes a healthy balance between technology and real-world experiences.

The world of smartwatches for kids without phones is a game-changer for parents seeking to balance safety and independence. From educational games to SIM card functionality and parent-controlled features, these devices offer a comprehensive solution. By promoting healthy habits and providing a direct line of communication, these smartwatches empower children to explore the world while giving parents the peace of mind they deserve. Invest in the future by equipping your child with a smartwatch that truly understands their needs.

[4kingz]

ben drowned nsfw headcanons

warnings : 18+ mdni, dark content / themes, possessive behavior, smut, kinda silly but. idk. he's silly 2 me, stalker vibes

He’s everywhere. Phone buzzing when you’re in the shower? It’s him. TV static turning into distorted moans when you’re alone? Yeah, that’s him too.

Loves watching you through your screens. Webcam, phone camera, smartwatch, you name it. He doesn’t even need permission, he’s already in your system.

Gets off on the idea of being omnipresent—he can touch you without being in the room. You feel his fingers? No one's there. You moan his name? Your speakers echo it back.

Cocky. Teasing. The type to say "You gonna cry for me or for the controller, babe?"

Has you sit on his lap while he’s gaming, headset on, casually whispering filth between killstreaks.

Competitive as hell in bed. Will turn any scenario into a game: edging? Yep. Who can make the other beg first? Hell yeah.

And if you lose? Expect to be punished (with a smirk and zero mercy).

Bites. lot. His mouth is sharp—teeth a lil too glitchy, leaving behind strange, pixel-burn-like hickeys that shimmer when the lights flicker.

Obsessed with you wearing his stuff. His hoodie, his headset, his dog tag. "Look like mine. Act like mine." Okay, sir???

Leaves his code on your skin. Like, you’ll wake up with weird binary strings down your thigh or collarbone. Translate it? It just says “MINE.”

Obsession levels, unhealthy. As in, "you were the first person to survive his curse so now he’s keeping you" kind of obsessed.

Doesn’t want you innocent. He lives to corrupt you. If you blush easy? You’re doomed. He’ll say the filthiest things just to see your reaction.

Not above haunting your dreams to get what he wants. Sweet dreams? Nah. It’s glitched-out wet dreams and waking up needy with his voice still in your ear.

He's possessive, perverted, and impossible to escape. You’re not just his obsession—you’re his new player 2. And in his game? There’s no pause, no safe word, and no way out.

[reasonsforhope]

"As the world grows “smarter” through the adoption of smartphones, smart fridges, and entire smart houses, the carbon cost of that technology grows, too. 

In the last decade, electronic waste has become one of the fastest-growing waste streams in the world. 

According to The World Counts, the globe generates about 50 million tons of e-waste every year. That’s the equivalent of 1,000 laptops being trashed every second. 

After they’re shipped off to landfills and incinerated, the trash releases toxic chemicals including lead, cadmium, arsenic, mercury, and so much more, which can cause disastrous health effects on the populations that live near those trash sites. 

Fortunately, Franziska Kerber — a university student at ​​FH Joanneum in Graz, Austria — has dreamed up a solution that helps carve away at that behemoth problem: electronics made out of recyclable, dissolvable paper. 

On September 11, Kerber’s invention “Pape” — or Paper Electronics — earned global recognition when it was named a national winner of the 2024 James Dyson Awards. 

When she entered the scientific competition, Kerber demonstrated her invention with the creation of several small electronics made out of paper materials, including a fully-functional WiFi router and smoke detector. 

“Small electronic devices are especially prone to ending up in household waste due to unclear disposal systems and their small size, so there is significant potential to develop a more user-friendly end-of-life system,” Kerber wrote on the James Dyson Award website. 

“With this in mind, I aimed to move beyond a simple recycling solution to a circular one, ensuring long-term sustainability.” 

Kerber’s invention hinges on crafting a dissolvable and recyclable PCB board out of compressed “paper pulp.” 

A printed circuit board (PCB) is a board that can be found in nearly all modern electronic devices, like phones, tablets, and smartwatches.

But even companies that have started incorporating a “dissolution” step into the end life of their products require deconstruction to break down and recover the PCB board before it can be recycled. 

With Kerber’s PAPE products, users don’t need to take the device apart to recycle it.

“By implementing a user-friendly return option, manufacturers can efficiently dissolve all returned items, potentially reusing electronic components,” Kerber explained. 

“Rapidly advancing technology, which forms the core of many devices, becomes obsolete much faster than the structural elements, which are often made from plastics that can last thousands of years,” Kerber poses. 

PAPE, Kerber says, has a “designed end-of-life system” which anticipates obsolescence. 

“Does anyone want to use a thousand-year-old computer?” Kerber asks. “Of course not. … This ensures a sustainable and reliable system without hindering technological advancement.”"

-via GoodGoodGood, September 13, 2024

[cheezb6llz]

Yan! Shadow and Sonic jealous of readers friendship with another guy

YANDERE SONIC AND SHADOW JEALOUS OF READERS GUY FRIEND

seperately!

tysm for requesting guys ehehehehehheeeee

SONIC

Sonic isn’t the type to let things get to him. At least, thats what everyone thinks. He’s carefree, fun, the good guy! But when he sees you getting too close to someone else, when your focus isn’t on him, his stomach twists with something dark.

He plays along at first, flashing his signature grin as his eyes track your every move.

“Oh yeah? He’s a cool dude, huh?” he asks.

There was something off about his voice, something too tight in his posture..

After that was when the subtle sabotage against your little friend began.

Sonic always interrupted the two of you. The moment Sonic sees you two together, suddenly he’s there, an arm slung around your shoulder cracking jokes to force you to focus on him, to acknowledge his presence.

Sonic will isolate you through guilt.

“Y’know, Y/N.. We used to spend so much time together. Guess I’m just not as fun anymore, huh?”

He says while leaning on a tree, ears drooping. His voice was just sad enough to make you feel bad.

He’ll even approach your friend himself, always challenging him to things to try and prove himself better than him. Such as challenging him to a race. If he doesn’t accept, he’ll just flash a cocky smile and remind your friend just how much cooler he is. however if he does accept, Sonic won’t run at his full speed, (unless your friend can run near the speed of sound..!) He’ll run just fast enough to make him collapse in exhaustion. He’ll grin as he stands over his breathless, defeated form.

“Heh, guess you’re just not cut out for keeping up, huh?”

But what if all that doesn’t bring his desired results of keeping him away from you?

No matter where your friend went, he felt watched. Flashing blue in the distance, the feeling of something moving too fast just outside of his vision.

One night, he finds Sonic waiting for him.

Close, still, his usual cocky grin wiped from his face.

“Listen, buddy.” Sonic murmured, his voice as sharp as a blade.

“You’re messing with something that doesn’t belong to you. I don’t like that.”

Then a quick gust of wind whipped past your friend’s ear, a flash of blue too quick to focus on. Suddenly, whatever form of communication the guy had disappeared from his person. Phone? Smartwatch? Gone.

Sonic reappears in front of him, twirling the device in his fingers. Sonic’s smile returned to his face.

“Oops.. It’d be a shame if something happened to you, huh?”

—

The next day, your friend was gone. He won’t return your calls, won’t answer the door.. After a while of not seeing him, Sonic questions it.

“Hey, Y/N, what ever happened to your little friend?”

“I’m not sure.. I haven’t seen him in a while.” you said, avoiding eye contact.

He tilted his head, moving his gloved hand from his side to under your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Heh, told you I was the only one who’d stick around.”

and then he’d probably invite you out for pizza lolololol

—

SHADOW

Shadow didn’t like to share. He kept his things to himself. and he CERTAINLY wasn’t fond of the idea of sharing you.

The first time he sees you, laughing and smiling with this other guy, something inside him snaps.

What do you think you’re doing? You’re his, after all.

At first, he watches, lurking. His crimson eyes tracking your every interaction, every small gesture of kindness, every flash of a smile towards him.. His body tense, hardly restraining himself from ending it between you two right then and there.

Then, the warnings.

Your friend starts to notice some subtle, terrifying things. His belongings, keys, wallet, phone, would disappear without a trace, only to be returned later.. Ripped to pieces.

On walks, his footsteps echo. Not because of empty surroundings, but because Shadow follows behind, calculating the perfect time to strike.

When you two have conversations, he’ll stand closely behind you, sending a piercing stare into your friend’s eyes, hinting at him to back off.

And when he doesn’t listen, when he keeps on coming back to you, Shadow begins to escalate things.

One night, your friend is walking home after a late night out. The streets are empty. The air is still. Then something moves in the corner of his eye, a rush of wind, a flicker of red in the dark.

And suddenly, there stands Shadow, menacingly in front of him.

“You don’t listen very well.”

He steps forward as the guy instinctively steps back.

“That’s a problem.”

Your friend tries to run, but he doesn’t get far. Shadow’s gloved hand wrapped around his mouth, quickly teleporting them both into an abandoned, desolate place. A place where nobody could hear him scream.

Before he could even react, Shadow sent a hard blow to his ribs, enough to make him understand. He gasped trying to get up, but Shadow’s air shoe pressed down on his chest, keeping him in place.

“I don’t like repeating myself.”

—

About a week later, you started to get worried. You hadn’t heard from your friend at all, all calls going to voicemail and all texts being left on delivered.

And Shadow?

He’s right there by your side.

“He won’t answer you at all? Tch.. Looks like he isn’t that great of a friend after all.”

His eyes were soft as he watched your expression of confusion turn into one of sadness, loneliness.

Perfect.

Because now, there’s no one else left but him.

—-

yall are suckers for yandere shadow but its okay CAUSE I AM TOO SLURP SLURP SLURP

[heartlaboratory]

Together with your friend Violet you go for a long bike ride along the artificial canals in the woods near the place where you live. It's a hot, beautiful summer day, perfect for those outdoor activities. She's wearing a sport suit made of a pair of grey leggins with a nice vertical white strip and a navy blu bra. She rides an old blu bike without the gear shift that makes the combination of the effort and the torrid weather even more effective. After a couple of hours of riding you both stop near a clearing and she looks at you with a big smile. Her moral seems high but looking with more attention you notice she's pretty worn: her skin looks reddish and covered with sweat while her legs muscles are visibly tense and her breathing is labored. You know she's wearing a smartwatch with an app she uses for sport that shares the biometric data with friends engaged in the same training session. Having the same app and being part of her friends list, you can't resist the curiosity and look at her vitals detected in live. The screen on your phone says she has an heart rate of around 186 beats per minute, her breathing rate counts around 46 movements per minute and her body temperature is 37.8 °C. Knowing that her struggle is real and seeing her little oveheated pump struggling with the power of your imagination you ask her if everything is ok. "I can clearly feel my heart beating like crazy and I love it -she answers- I love to push my body to its limits, it's incredible to see what it can do and it makes me feel so alive! Come here, feel it too!" He takes one of your hands and places it on her soft chest. The beat is so strong it feels like you're directly touching the organ. Her heart contractions are so forced you know that any interference with its activity could have an enormous impact... what if?

[curiositypolling]

pls reblog for sample size etc

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sweet Like Candy 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, power dynamic, age gap and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Thor, Bucky Barnes (Professor AU)

Summary: the new school year proves to be hectic. (short!chubby! reader)

Part of the Bad Professors AU

Note: Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all. 

You knock on the door of Professor Odinson’s door then check your smartwatch. You’ve been anxious all day about the meeting. After the quiz, he sent you a quick email saying he’d like to talk about it with you. You were the first done and you’re pretty sure you aced it! 

You wait and bounce on your feet. You tap the door again. You’re not that early. You hear the floor groan and stand straight the rippled glass darkens with a silhouette on the other side. 

The door opens and you beam a smile, “good afternoon, Professor--” you nearly choke on your tongue. “Oh, Professor Barnes.” 

He blinks at you, his face sharp with agitation, “Odinson isn’t here.” 

“Uh, oh, but I have an appointment,” you show your phone, “I can show you the email.” 

“I’m sure you do,” he grumbles. He backs up and drags his feet back to his desk, muttering, “...always late...” He sits heavily and sighs. “You can wait over there.” 

He waves towards Odinson’s empty desk and you peer between him and that. He grabs his coffee cup and growls as he looks inside. He sighs again and stands. 

You enter, eager to be out of his way, and he strides out the door with another grunt. You sway and look around. You feel like an intruder. Still, you can’t just leave. Odinson will be here soon. 

You sit in the velvet chair across from his desk and swing your feet. You wiggle impatiently and admire the ornaments on his desk. There’s some runes and a little hammer. 

The smell of coffee wafts in with the other professor. Barnes sits down and takes a long draw from his mug. He sets it down with a clink. The tension coils like a boa constrictor, tightening your throat and spine. 

You turn your phone up and bow your head. You unlock it. Won’t be much longer, you know it. 

You flick through with your thumb and glaze over as you watch the short videos. You swipe up and up and up. You giggle mindlessly as a kitten attacks a stuffed rabbit. Barnes exhales heavily. 

“Rots your brain...” he remarks dryly. 

“Hm?” You look at him over your shoulder. 

“All those dumb apps. You’re like a robot, sitting there, laughing at those stupid things,” he sneers. 

“I... It’s not dumb,” you argue and turn away from him. “Sorry, I’ll be quiet.” 

“And sit still. You’re distracting.” 

You frown and watch the kitten again. Why is he so grumpy? You didn’t do anything. His fingers hit his keys hard and you grow irritated at his unspoken anger. Odinson is the one that’s late. 

“Here,” you stand and march over to his desk, “maybe the stupid video will cheer you up.” 

You shove your phone next to his monitor and he ignores it. You roll your eyes. “Come on, it’s a kitty! Everyone loves kitties.” 

He shakes his head, focusing on his screen. You push the phone closer. He catches your hand and squeezes. His gaze flits over to your phone. He watches it without reaction. 

“Kittens grow up to be cats. A responsibility,” he lets you go. “Something I’m sure you don’t understand.” 

You furrow your nose, “I’m being nice. You don’t have to be... not nice.” 

“I’m working.” He insists. 

You have no argument for that. You shrug and go back to the chair. You stare at the wall behind Odinson’s desk and the degree mounted there. 

“Ah, apologies,” a storm blusters through the door in the form of Professor Odinson. “There is some event on campus and I was caught up.” 

“Professor,” you stand politely. 

“Yes, yes, I’m here,” he hurries to his desk and drops his bag. “Apologies, again. Oof, it smells like coffee. I could use a cup.” He smiles and stills himself, “and how are you?” 

“Good, Professor.” 

“A poor look to be late,” he chides himself and sits. He puts his bag in his lap and flips it open. “I do hope Professor Barnes was adequate company during your wait.” 

Barnes grumbles. You don’t say a word. Odinson sifts through his bag. 

“If you would prefer privacy, we might find an empty room,” he suggests as he pulls out a cluster of stapled papers. You recognise the sparkly gel pen on it. 

“No, I’m okay,” you insist. 

“Mm, right,” he sets his bag on the floor and rolls his chair closer to the desk. “Well, with your consent, I shall proceed.” He smooths the paper. That’s when you see the red pen all over it. You show your teeth. Maybe it would have been a better idea to be alone. 

“It is only the first quiz, so early on,” he begins. “Yet, I would hate for the rest to go... worse.” He clears his throat and hands you the pages. “I have posted it on the course page but there will be extra review sessions for those who feel they need them. Learning a new language can be difficult.” 

You cringe at the 20% at the top of the page. You’ve never done so poorly in your life. You’re a straight C type of girl. 

“Oh,” you deflate. Once more, you were over confident. You really felt good about that and oh gosh, you’re so embarrassed. “Thanks, I’ll go...” you agree as you stare at the paper. “I’m sorry, I really studied.” 

“Like I said, new language,” he comforts. “I just wanted to offer you any extra support you feel you might need. I have an open door policy--” 

Barnes snorts behind you. You wince. 

“Thank you, Professor, that’s really nice,” you gulp and clutch your fuzzy purse. “I should... go. I... I have to do a few things before my next class.” 

“Right, yes, as you will. Again, I apologise for keeping you waiting,” he says. 

“Yeah,” your voice cracks even as you fight back the tears in your eyes. “It’s no problem.” 

You make yourself smile and stand. You turn and your eyes meet Barnes. He’s watching you. He doesn’t shy away as your cheek twitches. He looks almost amused. 

“Maybe some more kitten videos might help with studying,” he comments. 

“Eh?” Odinson utters. 

“Maybe,” you agree glumly and your lips tug down. “Sorry to bother. Both of you.” 

You turn and quickly flee the office. For as kind as Odinson was about your unabashed failure, Barnes was entirely cruel. You tried so hard and he could just grin mockingly. You don’t know what you did to make him so mean. 

[kidssmartwatchbypixbee]

How to Introduce Technology to Your Child at the Right Age.

Technology is shaping the future of the next generation.From early exposure to educational apps and interactive games to the use of wearable tech, kids are engaging with technology on a daily basis. This paradigm shift underscores the crucial need for a responsible introduction to technology. While there are undeniable benefits, there are also valid concerns that parents and caregivers must address.

The responsible incorporation of technology into a child's life can enhance their learning, stimulate creativity, and facilitate communication. However, it also presents the challenge of balancing these advantages with safeguarding children from potential risks. With this article, we'll focus on smartwatches for kids, exploring their educational and safety features. Keywords related to these devices, such as "child-friendly tech," "GPS tracking," "educational apps," and "parental control," will be discussed to help parents make informed decisions about introducing technology to their children in a secure and beneficial way.

In a rapidly evolving digital age, where smartphones and smart devices have become ubiquitous, the question of when and how to introduce technology to children is a topic that demands our attention. In this comprehensive guide, we embark on a journey to explore the ever-changing landscape of childhood and technology. As parents, we are constantly navigating the uncharted waters of technology, seeking to strike a balance between the benefits and potential drawbacks. 

Also Read: [How Can Kids Smart Watches Keep Your Child Protected?]

We'll delve into the age-old question of when the right time is to introduce kids to technology, with a special focus on a rising star in the tech world: 

smartwatches designed for children.

The Changing Landscape of Childhood and Technology

In this section, we'll delve into the profound impact of technology on childhood, how it influences every facet of a child's life, and present eye-opening statistics on the increasing use of smart devices by children. We'll also discuss the crucial role parents play in guiding their children's tech usage in an ever-evolving digital landscape.

Smartwatches for Kids: An Introduction

Smartwatches for kids take the spotlight in this section. We'll define what these devices are and discuss their unique features, including 4G connectivity smartwatch, GPS tracking, games, and video calling. Discover how these smartwatches are designed to balance convenience and safety.

The Best Age to Introduce Smartwatches

Guidelines for parents on determining the suitable age for introducing smartwatches take center stage here. We'll discuss factors such as maturity, responsibility, and the child's specific needs, emphasizing the importance of parental involvement in the decision.

Benefits of Smartwatches for Kids

In this section, we'll highlight the positive aspects of using smartwatches, including enhanced safety and communication. We'll explore how GPS tracking enhances child safety and delve into the educational and entertainment features that can aid a child's development.

Concerns and Safety Measures

Potential concerns related to kids using smartwatches, such as screen time and privacy, will be addressed here. We'll offer practical safety measures, including parental controls and setting usage limits, and discuss the importance of ongoing communication and monitoring.

Smartwatches with Games

Smartwatches with games can be fun for children to pass the time and develop important skills. Did you know that some games can be super fun and educational at the same time? They can help your child learn important skills like math, language, and problem-solving. Just make sure you choose games that are suitable for their age and don't forget to limit their playing time!.

Choosing the Right Smartwatch

This section provides guidance on selecting a suitable smartwatch for a child, considering features and budget. We'll mention the importance of checking for safety certifications and product reviews and highlight popular smartwatch brands and models for kids.

Setting Boundaries and Parental Controls

Discussing the significance of establishing usage rules and screen time limits, we'll explain how to utilize parental control features provided by smartwatch manufacturers and offer tips on having open discussions with children about responsible tech use.

Family Engagement and Tech Education

We'll stress the importance of parents actively engaging with their children in tech activities, suggest ways to make tech usage a family learning experience, and encourage parents to be role models for responsible tech use.

Smartwatches Without a Phone

Smartwatches without a phone can be a great option for younger children who may not be ready for the responsibilities that come with owning a smartphone. These devices offer basic features such as calling and messaging, allowing for easy communication between parents and children. As such, it’s important to establish guidelines and restrictions to prevent excessive usage and ensure your child's safety.

Conclusion

In the final section, we'll summarize the main points discussed in the blog and reiterate the importance of introducing technology to kids responsibly and at an appropriate age. We'll encourage parents to balance tech use with real-world experiences and quality family time, making the best choices for their child's digital journey. Join us on this enlightening exploration of the best age to introduce kids to technology and discover the world of smartwatches designed to empower young minds in a responsible and secure manner.

[grison-in-space]

Hey hey! Wyrd told me you trained your dog to help with executive dysfunction stickyness/ repetitive action and I would LOVE to know how you trained this. I am training my pet to do a few in-home things before I get my prospect in hopefully this year

Oh, hi! There's a longer post about this topic elsewhere in my Matilda tag you might want to check out.

A lot of my training approach is informed by the experimenting I did with alarms that interact with other senses besides acoustics during COVID. I got completely nonresponsive to phone alarms and things, and I was under a truly catastrophic amount of stress related to my PhD at the time, so my general functioning wasn't great and I really NEEDED external cues to trigger basic daily tasks. Unfortunately I have a pretty impressive ability to hyperfocus right past obnoxious alarms, and worse, I am very very good at absently turning alarms off or mimicking paying attention without actually pulling my focus away from the subject of my attention. You get a 5-30sec buffer of retained information for the purposes of holding up a conversation which I am continuously dumping. I am not necessarily doing it consciously, but that doesn't make it not frustrating. Especially because if a human does get my attention, many years of RSD tends to set me at hyper defensive right out of the gate. That's not ideal for a bunch of reasons.

Anyway, I found that vibration or tactile stimuli, as well as visual stimuli (I rigged a disco lamp to turn on at hourly intervals in a desperate attempt to track the passage of time), worked quite well to capture my attention and let me step out of hyperfocus enough to do the next thing. I figured eventually I would have to see humans in their meat suits again and people get weird about shit like this, so I needed something relatively discreet and quiet that shouldn't be disruptive to anyone else. I started thinking about building myself aids.

So the first idea I had was to just program a series of alarms into a smartwatch that could automatically attach them to alerts from my gcal, but it turns out that they don't have an api function that hooks up to stuff like "make watch buzz" and I ran out of bandwidth to deal with it. It eventually just seemed easier to train an entire dog to respond to a quiet alarm than to fight with the hardware and software to make a really good buzzwatch. I use a couple of different alarm ring tones to cue different actions just as you might train any dog to a word: this one means we go to the bedroom, that one means that if you take meds I get candy, and so forth. The actual sound of the alarm is a cue in its own right. I have some discussion in that other post about how I encouraged my dog to essentially play a game with me where she had to figure out how to get my attention without hurting (aka NO SCREAMING WITH YOUR VERY LOUD HIGH PITCHED BARK). Essentially, I'm shaping that out of whatever behaviors she offers me that successfully catch my attention, defined operationally to her as "standing up + sustained eye contact."

In terms of catching me when I'm tending to get stuck on something or stationary without moving, that one is less "Yes I and my dog are amazing and I've trained her to read my mind" and more "I don't make eye contact when I'm dissociating and I almost always am staring into my phone." So if Matilda catches me drifting across the kitchen glued to phone, she knows that if she rockets up and nudges me into paying attention to my body, she'll get a reward. Consequentially, she's a bit enthusiastic about this one and will sometimes ram passersby with her nose, so definitely figure out your failure modes before you teach the dogs anything.

[salvia-plathitudes]

08:00 EDT Friday, 11 April 2025

When Jonathan returned from the US to Australia for a two-day trip to scatter his sister’s ashes, he packed only two changes of clothes, leaving enough space in his small bag to carry the empty ashes urn to his home in the US. The trip was so brief he didn’t even pack a laptop charger.

The Australian says he was detained and deported when returning from the memorial in March, despite holding a working visa still valid for more than 15 months. He has been living on the US east coast for seven years – where his American partner, apartment, work studio and clients remain.

Jonathan, who spoke on the condition his real name was not disclosed, says he is now couch surfing in Sydney, separated from his “whole life”.

The situation, he says, is “a bit disastrous”.

The disaster began at border control in transit in Houston, Texas, when he was pulled aside and taken to a “secondary” room, he says. Posters hanging on the walls that had once celebrated diversity, equity and inclusion, had been crudely updated with a black marker pen, with mentions of DEI scribbled out. About 100 people from around the world sat and lay in various states of worry and exhaustion, he says.

“There were so many people in this room. A heavy percentage of them were from South America. I met a girl from Berlin. There were a bunch of people from Canada. There were two Brits.”

After about half an hour, he says, his name was called out. He was asked if he wanted to call the Australian consulate, but declined.

“I thought I was just going to be given my passport and sent on my way, or maybe asked a couple of questions, but they made some pretty outlandish accusations. They said, ‘We know you have two mobile phones. We’ve been tracking your calls. We know you’ve been selling drugs’.”

He says he told the border officer he did not drink, smoke or take drugs and owned just one phone. He was asked for his passcode.

“That didn’t sound right. I asked to talk to a lawyer and they told me I had no rights.” He says he was given a brochure explaining that he must surrender his phone and so handed it over, along with his smartwatch.

He says things “seemed really fucking weird” but he was careful to remain “overly polite”. He says when he asked the officer to repeat a comment he hadn’t heard, the man replied: “Are you deaf or just retarded?”

‘You live here, do you?’

Back in the secondary room, several families sat to one side in a family room beside cots, he says. People vied for half a dozen recliner seats. After about five or six hours, he was called into an interview room by a different officer.

He says the interview “went round and round in circles”.

“He suggested I was working for people I shouldn’t have been working for.”

Jonathan says the official suggested he was carrying human remains and sent for Centers for Disease Control agents to assess the empty ashes urn. He says when he explained he had been living in the US for seven years, he was asked: “Oh you live here, do you?”

Jonathan says: “Then he told me I didn’t have the right visa – apparently saying I lived there showed that I had intent to stay and not leave.”

He says his visa was still valid for more than 15 months and he had left and re-entered the US without any problems about 20 times holding the same class of visa.

He says that over a series of short interviews amounting to about half an hour, the official told him his visa had been cancelled and that he was banned from entering the US for five years, including as a transit passenger. He was told he would be placed on a flight to Australia and was handed a document informing him that he was an “immigrant not in possession of a valid unexpired immigrant visa” as required by the Immigration and Nationality Act. He says he felt he had no choice but to sign the document, which Guardian Australia has seen.

He says the official then told him: “Trump is back in town; we’re doing things the way we should have always been doing them.”

Jonathan says he was told he could ask to speak to the man’s boss, who, he was warned, usually “didn’t have much to say”. He says the boss pointed to the official and told Jonathan: “Whatever he said.”

He says he was given a space blanket, meals of “what tasted like dog food” and later swapped notes with other bewildered travellers, some of whom had not left the room for two days.

Eventually, Jonathan says, he was allowed a single phone call, made by an officer to his father. “By that stage, I had been missing for more than 30 hours.”

He says after a day and a half his name was called out and he was escorted by an armed guard to meet a flight to Australia. Just before boarding – he was the first passenger on to the plane – he was passed an envelope containing his phone and watch. His passport was handed to him shortly before landing.

String of cases

Back in Australia, he is still searching for answers.

“They didn’t give me any valid reasons for cancelling my visa. I’ve spoken to a bunch of lawyers and they all say I could fight it but that it would cost thousands and probably take five years anyway.”

He says he has been told he can apply for a new visa, but that he would need to get a waiver to do so.

“Even if they recommend me for a waiver, it goes through Homeland Security and they are under a directive to not let people back in who have been kicked out,” he says.

After what he describes as “an awful time” – punctuated by an injury, his sister’s death and his deportation, in quick succession – he is now living in limbo.

“Part of me wants to go back, part of me is done. I have my partner there, my studio, my apartment. I brought enough clothes with me for two days – my entire life is there,” he says.

Jonathan’s girlfriend, who also asked not to be named, said she was “devastated” by the turn of events. When the time of his arrival came and went, she “started to get a sinking feeling”, she said via email from the US.

“My thoughts went to whether or not the plane went down. We had just finished a call before he boarded the flight back to [the US] and I hadn’t gotten any updates.

“Finally after being held for over 36 hours with no phone, he delivered the news that he was being sent back.

“We live together and while I can’t get time away from work right this second, all I want is to be reunited with him as soon as possible.

She said she was doing her best to manage her anxiety and support her partner from afar.

“I am choosing hope and working hard to overcome the many obstacles that this administration has put in our path. Our plan is to start a family after all.

“Others have been having similar experiences and my hope is that they don’t feel like they’re alone in their struggles,” she said.

[lilithschosen]

May I interest you in a “3) fully clothed x stark naked” prompt in these trying times?

(Though I do hope your day is going well and not trying)

the days since you've sent this, dear anon, have been very good and not trying! here is the smut you've ordered 😌

"Babe we gotta get going!" Agatha shouts as she passes the bathroom door. "We're gonna be late for the lunch thing with Lilia, you know she hates when we're late."

Rio pretends she doesn't hear Agatha under the stream of water from the shower head. She holds her breath as she lets it wash over her, the hot water relaxing her. She rubs her hand over her body, making sure every bubble from the bar of soap is washed from her before she shuts the water off and slides the glass door open.

Agatha opens the bathroom door, ready to chastise Rio for taking so long, but the words die in her throat as she shamelessly drinks in her naked, wet girlfriend.

"Hello yourself, sailor," Rio teases, bending to the side to wring her hair out into the shower. "What was it you were yelling? Couldn't hear you."

Agatha just swallows, throat insatiably dry, and steps towards Rio. Rio laughs under her breath, knowing just where Agatha's eyes were glued to and stands up.

"Something about Lilia?" she asks, trying to subtly remind Agatha to stop her. Agatha keeps moving forward until her fingers can swipe at the leftover water droplets on her chest. "Lunch?"

Rio's hands wrap into Agatha's covered wrists. She's fully dressed and ready for the day, while Rio is definitely not. Rio's fingers dip into the arm cuff of Agatha's grey sweater, rubbing at the skin underneath.

She glances down at the smartwatch on her arm and curses quietly. "We're already late."

Rio frowns, "Sorry. Should you call Lilia and tell her?"

Agatha doesn't respond, instead taking Rio's lips against hers in a passionate kiss. Her mouth opens, tongue sliding out to enter Rio's as she moans at the taste of her. She grabs her by the back of her arms, guiding her toward the counter and pins her against it without breaking the kiss.

Rio hisses at the feel of granite against her bare back, breaking the kiss. "Cold."

Agatha lifts her up, having her sit down on it and parts her thighs while she drops to her knees in front of her. Rio tosses her legs over Agatha's shoulders, scooting to the edge of the counter top.

"Might as well be ridiculously late."

Agatha flattens her tongue against Rio's cunt, licking bold stripes up to her clit before circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with the tip of her tongue. Rio's fingers weave into Agatha's hair, holding her tight against her as she grinds her hips into her mouth.

Agatha moans into her, the clean taste from the shower mixed with Rio's inherent essence spurs her on. She drops her jaw wider, resting her tongue on her bottom lip as she uses it to devour Rio's pussy.

Rio grips Agatha's hair, her whines and cries in pleasure growing louder as Agatha eats her out. "God I'm gonna cum in your mouth, keep going."

As if Agatha was planning to stop. She keeps going, Rio's arousal pools out of her entrance and combines with Agatha's drool on the counter top. She raises a hand, dipping two fingers into her mouth and then slips them into Rio. She curls the fingers up, feeling Rio clench around them.

Rio moans are screams now, chanting and babbling out Agatha's name as she cants her hips. Her head rolls back and eyes clamp shut as she cums. Agatha relaxes her jaw, now just using her tongue to lap at her clit, thrusts slowing before stopping entirely while Rio continues to ride the fingers.

She whines, slumping forward as Agatha stands quickly to catch her. She licks up the water droplets on her shoulder, face still covered in Rio's cum. She presses an open mouthed, sloppy kiss to the corner of Rio's mouth before pulling her fingers out.

Agatha holds her fingers up to Rio's mouth, about to push them in, until she hears the muffled jingle of her phone's ringtone in the bedroom. Rio's eyes open, flicking from Agatha to the fingers in front of her mouth.

Right as Agatha attempts to pull away to answer her phone, Rio wraps her lips around the wet fingers. She hollows her cheeks, slurping them in as her nose rests against Agatha's knuckles.

Agatha can only watch, powerless. Rio's tongue swipes between the fingers, cleaning every drop of her orgasm off of Agatha's hand before she lets them fall out of her mouth with an audible pop.

The ringtone ends and Agatha's watch buzzes against her arm. She looks down seeing the call was from Lilia and she tosses her head back with a groan.

"Oh she's pissed."

Rio feigns innocence, smile creeping across her face. "Sorry, babe."

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 52 – DAILY THEMES

EXES TO LOVERS

Finding A Way Back by Neverever

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 4,219 Tags: Mutual Pining, Spiders, Superfamily

Summary: When Tony hurts his back, ex-husband Steve stays with him to take care of their son, Peter. Peter likes this arrangement a lot.

Reasons why I love it: Aww, thank god for Peter and his meddling ways, otherwise Steve and Tony might never have gotten their heads out of their asses. Peter is absolutely adorable in this even when he's being a terror, I love him so much. And the way Steve and Tony make up is super sweet. I love this fic, and I bet you will too, so I hope you check it out!

How to Date a Superhero Without Even Trying by sabrecmc

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 18,270 Tags: Identity Porn, Interrupted Non-Con, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Based on a prompt from a Tumblr Anon, it's 2am and Tony drunk dials his ex. He gets Captain America instead.

Reasons why I love it: God, I want to punch Ty and his little lackeys straight in the face. Thank god for Steve swooping in to save the day. As always, sabre's writing is impeccable, the backstory is fantastic, and I really love the resolution at the end. This fic is part of her Thank You Fics Round 3, and I've actually recced another one of these before, but once again I want to encourage you to just read all of them, because they're all amazing.

all I ever knew of love by mistymountainking

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 10,394 Tags: Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt Tony

Summary: For six months, nobody knew that Tony Stark and Steve Rogers were dating. Which means no one knows they broke up six weeks ago.

Reasons why I love it: Aw, look at our idiot boys in love! The angst is so good, and the fluff at the end makes it even better. I'm always a sucker for near-death experiences, and this one is truly excellent! Definitely check this one out, it's amazing!

sorry not sorry by earliebirb

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,506 Tags: Office AU, No Powers AU, Fluff

Summary: The moment he steps into the pantry, he starts to wonder if his dependence on caffeine has truly reached concerning levels to the point of causing hallucinations because standing right there in the pantry of the New York office is one Steve Rogers.   Tony’s ex-boyfriend is standing right there, arranging some boxes on the kitchen counter, like he’s been there all along and not living in Germany for the past two years. 

Reasons why I love it: I love a cheeky Steve who knows what he wants, especially if what he wants is Tony. This fic is super cute – Tony is an adorable mess, and Steve clearly wants to eat him up just as much as that box of donuts. And the ending is super sweet. I hope you go and check this one out for yourself, because it's lovely!

Rocky Road by sayah1112

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 12,045 Tags: Identity Porn, Assumed Cheating, Threats of Violence

Summary: Tony Stark has been kidnapped... again. This time is different that the others, though, because his kidnappers are not interested in a ransom. They mean to kill him. His only hope rests upon the smashed smartwatch on his wrist that doesn't seem to want to work. When a call finally goes through, it's to the last person in the world he wants to talk to. His ex-boyfriend, Grant Stevens, who he put in his phone as FuckHead.

Reasons why I love it: I really love the misunderstanding here, it's completely reasonable for Tony to have thought what he did despite the truth. And the torture scene made my skin crawl, it's so well-written. Plus, the ending where they make up is really sweet. I love this fic so much, and I bet you will too, so I hope you check it out!

[fictionsoul]

Part-time in your heart

Synopsis: The part-time employee at the mouserabbit take a full time job in Yesung's heart.

Warnings: Maybe an over-soft Yesung, use of one of Yesung's real name (Kim Jong Woon), a special ft. with his little brother (Kim Jong Jin)

w/c: 4k

a/n: This story ended being a little bit long but I think is better get it as oneshot instead a two-parts story

Part-time in your heart

The fragrance of coffee wafted through every corner of the cafe accompanied by the vibrant aromatic sparkles escaping from the ovens behind you. You couldn't have felt more comfortable at your job in front of the counter, next to the espresso machines.

Because of your student schedule, the part-time job at the Mouserabbit that you had gotten fit you like a glove. It wasn't that you were hurting for money, but the scholarship didn't help much when it came to buying all the material for the projects you needed for your college career.

Taking orders, preparing those that were to be delivered by app and serving a few tables was a simple thing to attend to, a task that didn't require much effort but did require a lot of concentration.

On days with too many customers you used to get stressed but you didn't make mistakes, you didn't have that tendency to be absent-minded at work, but unfortunately you were in other areas of everyday life.

Sometimes you would leave your tumbler with a drink in it and completely forget where you had put it, which put everyone on alert looking for it in case someone had taken it by accident, only to realize minutes later that it was next to the cash register next to you all the time.

Those little slips were your personal trademark, something they had learned to live with and now only caused your co-workers and your boss to laugh.

"Did someone saw my cap? I swear I left it on the hook in the bathroom and it's not there anymore," you complained, adjusting your apron around your waist.

You couldn't be at the counter without a full uniform and you couldn't lose that cap either because you would have to buy another one and that meant an expense you hadn't contemplated.

"Have you already looked inside the shelf where we left our belongings? The other day I found the phone there that you swore was in the bathroom," reminded one of the baristas.

"It's not there. I already checked twice and I can't find it, maybe someone took it by accident."

Before you could even continue accusing your colleagues, someone placed the cap on your head, provoking laughter from your colleagues and a rising blush that fortunately you were able to keep at bay.

"I found the cap on the coat rack at the entrance," he replied without anyone asking the question.

Kim Jong Woon had finally gone inside to do his usual shift at the cash register. Now you had one less task to take care of in the remaining hour of work.

Inevitably Yesung's eyes traveled to the side of the cash register to check that your water bottle was there, not that he was worried about where you left things, he just found it mildly annoying to hear you constantly blaming everyone for moving your stuff just because you couldn't pay attention to your belongings.

Indeed the container was still there, a translucent bottle with pink and red strawberry print containing your water almost intact. However the bottle was not the only thing you had left there, but also a rubber band to hold your hair.

The time passed with its usual tranquility and your smartwatch sounded its alarm, thus warning that your shift at work was over and that now the boss would take over to cover your place.

"My shift is over, I'll go to the back room to get my things," you chirped as you untied your apron strings so you could get rid of it.

You walked quickly past the cash register, making your way behind the baristas. You had a discreet race against the clock because you had arranged to meet your colleagues from the faculty in the library to finish recording the exhibition they had been asked to do.

You carelessly exchanged your uniform for your regular clothes and stuffed everything into your school bag, but your water bottle was missing. You had packed enough to spend the rest of the day in the library. You had no choice but to return to the front of the cafe to ask again if anyone had seen your bottle.

"Did someone move my water bottle? It's a clear one with strawberries."

"I'm sure it's in the bathroom," Kim Jong Jin joked. "Good afternoon everyone, I see that the welcomes from (Y/N) are still the most creative of the team."

Muffled laughter was heard lightly all around as your face was tinged with a slight blush that you couldn't stop. Things were different when the jokes and comments came from the owner and his brother.

"Did you go out before your military service?" asked Jong Jin to his older brother, patting his shoulder in greeting.

You had been a little distracted by the facts, but you regained your composure and continued looking for your water bottle.

After double-checking the drawers where the cutlery was kept, you saw your precious water bottle appear in front of your eyes. Jong Woon was holding it in front of your face along with the rubber band.

"Thank you!" You shouted and smiled, almost snatching the bottle from his hands before fleeing in the direction of the exit.

He watched your every move carefully, but his memory kept replaying the way you smiled and the feel of your fingers touching his, it even took him longer than he wanted to realize that his heart had skipped a beat and his stomach was swarming furiously inside him.

He shook his head as if to rid himself of all new emotions and sensations, even if that method was not going to diminish the frequency with which memories invaded his mind again and again.

The next week Jong Woon really tried his best not to put his attention on the things you had left scattered in inconvenient places.

For the first two days it was an easy task because you two had not managed to coincide. From time to time he would be late due to his public service duties and just that had happened again.

But on the third day things got very complicated for him.

He tried hard to ignore your hair tie that you had left in front of the mirror in the bathroom, or the phone that you put in one of the empty drawers where the coffee filters that were no longer useful used to be placed, he even pretended not to notice that your backpack this time was on the floor next to the water jugs that were used for the staff.

You had gone from being just another employee to a small nuisance that he had to take care of without that being his intention. He couldn't complain because those things didn't affect his work at all, they didn't get in the way or provoke arguments. In fact even your colleagues were entertained listening to your complaints or watching you looking for your belongings around the cafeteria.

"Did anyone see my hair tie? I had it in my hand and I think I dropped it," you asked holding your hair up as if you were going to put it in a ponytail.

The poor Kim Jong Woon clenched his hands into fists and then rested them on the table where the cash register was located, he was trying not to tell you where it was. He didn't want to meddle in your business or have anything to do with you.

When you didn't get an answer you started your usual route looking for the hair accessory, starting in the back room where you left your backpack.

"Who moved my backpack from its place?" you asked when you couldn't find it where you always put it, "stop being so rude and give me back my things."

Your companions couldn't stand it any longer and let out their laughter as they watched you come and go looking for your backpack.

Not everyone seemed to be amused by your carelessness. The owner's brother was suffering in silence while repeating over and over again that he shouldn't help you, that it was better to keep you away and busy looking for your things.

Resigned you returned to your spot, but you were unable to touch the food because your hair could generate an accident with them. Now they only passed you the things to pack them in their bags and only fill the orders of the mobile apps.

In a spare moment, you approached the cash register and placed your hand on Jong Woon's shoulder to ask him if you hadn't left your things there.

The touch of your hand on his shoulder made him jump a little, standing completely still with his heart pounding.

"I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry." Your words came out stunned as you bowed again and again hoping he wasn't upset with you."I just wanted to know if I didn't leave my things here."

The boy nervously bit his lower lip unable to take his eyes off you. His attention was focused entirely on the way your big eyes were watching him pleading for help.

He gave up, he couldn't go on pretending he didn't know where you had left your things.

"What new item from (Y/N) is missing?" asked Kim Jong Jin as soon as he joined the team behind the counter.

"She just doesn't lose her head because it's attached to her body," replied one of the baristas, provoking further laughter.

"It's my backpack and my hair tie."

"I saw the hair accessory in front of the mirror in the bathroom and the backpack is next to the water jugs, besides, your phone is inside the drawer of this cabinet."

Yesung's hand reached out and to your surprise he opened the drawer of the useless filters, from it he pulled out your phone and everyone applauded. It looked like he had done the classic magic act of pulling the rabbit out of the hat. Everyone was impressed, you were even grateful again.

Jong Woon's response didn't go unnoticed by his brother, just as he didn't miss the way his lip curved as soon as you uttered a myriad of "thank you," or when your hands clasped his brother's and he seemed to struggle internally not to blush like a teenager.

Everyone knew Yesung, the idol who planted himself in front of the cameras and the public all the time as if he was all confidence and good manners; but no one knew Jong Woon, the brother he had spent his whole life with, at least no one knew him like he did.

Your turn came to an end and you left the cafe again with a huge smile for having recovered those objects you had lost, because you would not have to stay any longer looking for your belongings.

You were just a few meters away from the cafe when your phone received a message from an unknown number, in that text Jong Woon said that he had something that belonged to you, even the picture of your water bottle next to the cash register was attached.

Yesung turned to glare at his brother as he snatched his phone from his hands. Jong Jin had borrowed it because "his had run out of battery".

"Who did you contact?" His slight frown made it clear that he was not happy that he had sent a message, let alone that his younger brother deleted the conversation from his device.

Then you walked in through the front of the cafe, as if you were just another customer and not part of the staff.

"What are you doing here (Y/N)? Did you forget one more thing?" Jong Jin was using that mocking tone that made his brother so nervous. One charged with the feeling of being used as bait for his own enjoyment and complacency.

"Someone told me I forgot my water bottle, I'm so sorry."

You made your way to the cash register and Yesung's eyes widened. His gaze fell on his brother, who was smiling mischievously behind your back.

"Could you please give me the bottle?"

Jong Woon couldn't string something coherent together at that moment, his brain had short-circuited as soon as he began to connect the dots and realized what kind of atrocity his brother had done to him. He hadn't expected such a betrayal from someone as close as he was.

"In the picture it was on the side of the box."

You both looked toward the now empty space, but Yesung's eyes traveled to his brother, who was placing the bottle on top of one of the empty tables in the cafe.

"Come take a break (Y/N), you must be exhausted from searching for your stuff everywhere. Lucky we have Jong Woon to keep an eye on you."

The singer's frown sank deeper, but the cafe owner was enjoying himself too much to stop. No one in the place could decipher the silent conversation the two brothers were having, arguing over an exchange of glances just as you turned around to make your way back to the table where your boss was waiting.

The staff did not miss the opportunity to make teasing little remarks to the idol who for the moment was fulfilling his role as cashier.

"If I lose my car keys I'll ask Jong Woon, unless he only has memory to remember the places where (Y/N) leaves his stuff"

"Jong Woon has saved us from seeing her looking for her things everywhere. Good thing you always keep an eye on her."

"When you start dating, don't forget about those of us who support you in this relationship."

Yesung's calm countenance was noticeably disturbed by the comments, as the tips of his ears had become tinged with a reddish hue that threatened to reach his face as the employees increased the tone of their comments.

After a couple of minutes, Jong Woon shed his uniform and left his spot in front of the cash register to walk to the table. It seemed as if an invisible force was pulling him toward you against his will.

"Thank you for sending me that message, this bottle was a gift my parents gave me when they returned from a vacation abroad."

The explanation was unnecessary, but you felt the urge to continue talking so as not to let an uncomfortable silence settle between the two of you, much less now that you had him sitting in front of you sharing the same space outside of work.

To be able to interact with him behind the counter was something simple and everyday, but to face him outside of there expecting to have a meaningful conversation was something you didn't count on. The image you had built up of him was not the friendliest person in the world and yet there he was, returning a bottle of water to someone as clueless as you.

"I hope I didn't bother you with this. I know I often forget where I put my things, but at work I'm efficient, I've never done a single one of my errands wrong....

"I know, I don't mean to scold you. My brother was the one who sent you the text message using my phone. You know he's usually a bit... annoying."

They were both silent. Jong Woon's mind traveled around every corner looking for something else to say, but he had run out of ideas.

You, on the other hand, were praying that he would be the one to get up first so as not to appear rude or eager to run away from there as soon as possible.

"Would you like to order some dinner?" The words came out without Yesung thinking it through carefully enough. It had been a completely involuntary offer.

Your mind was still not processing what was happening.

You had become mute.

What were you supposed to say to that invitation? You had to go home to study for your bimonthly evaluations, you still had to complete an individual project and you still hadn't inserted the slide images for your presentation the following week.

"It's not necessary, if you have other plans....

"Of course I want to have dinner with you... well not only with you, I mean here. I'm kind of hungry right now. Thank you." You mentally slapped your forehead while regretting saying so many incoherent sentences in a sudden uncontainable verbosity.

To say that Jong Woon made you nervous was an understatement. He intimidated you with his deep stare and you felt judged every time you caught him watching you when he thought you didn't notice. But the worst part was that you couldn't help your eyes falling on him from time to time.

You were attracted to him, interested in him and most of all intrigued by him.

You thought he saw you as a nuisance, but knowing that he paid attention to your belongings had lit a little light of hope inside you.

You didn't want to abuse your fortune nor did you want him to get a bad image of you, so you had to control your mind and heart a bit hoping that neither of them would betray you.

"Are you going to stand there watching the table or are you going to tell me what you want for dinner?" Yesung's voice interrupted your tranquility.

You wrapped your back on the seat and watched him as if you were a soldier receiving important information from his commander.

He smiled at your attitude. It was a sweet and harmonious laugh that contrasted with his meditative countenance.

"A tiramisu and a latte please."

"I'll go and prepare it."

Your face reddened as he stood up and you buried your face in your hands to cover the obvious blush.

Just as he had said, Jong Woon was behind the espresso machine preparing the drinks while his brother made harmless comments about the situation.

No one there could believe that the singer was taking the trouble to personally prepare your order. They didn't doubt his ability to do so because they had seen him operating the machines as if he was second nature, but that he was doing it for someone else had blown them away.

Kim Jong Jin just smiled at what he was witnessing.

While the others only saw the surface. He noticed the trembling in his older brother's hands, saw the slight blush on his neck and the way he ran his tongue over his lower lip as a symbol of his obvious nervousness. When Yesung let out the air he had been holding back as soon as he finished steaming the milk, he decided to help him out a bit.

"I'll serve the desserts and take them away. Don't leave her alone for so long."

He fulfilled his role as his older brother's right-hand man. He stepped in when things seemed to be getting awkward between the two of you, filled in your silences with sudden comments that encouraged both of you to chat, and finally avoided the staff's taunts when it was closing time and you two were still engaged in a little discussion about what you thought was the best album of the year.

The night with its deep darkness came in what seemed like minutes to you, and in reality had been three hours. It was too late to walk home as you used to do when your shift at work was over.

"It got dark so fast," you muttered almost inaudibly.

"I'll get a coat and take you home," Yesung offered as he noticed the concern in your voice.

At first he thought you were a very nervous woman. Someone who couldn't even look him in the face to hold a coherent conversation, but as time went on and the talk became pleasant he realized you were someone shy who found it hard to express herself with confidence.

But time solved the problem and he soon became engrossed in your words, in the way you moved your hands as you spoke to him, and above all, in how your lips moved in smiles to continue expressing your ideas.

You waited patiently until he returned to the table with the keys of his car in his hands. The owner of the coffee shop smiled at you as he waved goodbye shaking his hand in the air.

When you left the place, the cool wind welcomed you and ruffled your hair. The singer smiled and almost involuntarily combed your hair with the palm of his hand to return it to its original state.

The touch was warm. The gesture quite comforting as you stood a few steps away from the Mouserabbit.

Yesung cleared his throat in embarrassment and placed his hands behind his back so he wouldn't be tempted to touch you again.

"I live close by, we can walk there."

It seemed like the most cliché walk of your life.

You were walking shoulder to shoulder on the sidewalk not daring to cross words or glances, both focused on the road ahead and the thoughts inside your heads.

As it was fated to happen, a motorcyclist on the sidewalk approached you almost passing over you. Jong Woon's reaction was almost immediate, grabbing you by the waist to pull you out of the way closer to his chest.

His fluttering heart was screaming what he dared not say out loud. He was clearly nervous by the almost unavoidable accident, but above all by having you in his arms at that moment.

It was only a few seconds but it felt like an eternity. It was comforting to hear his heart and feel his protective arms around you, but it was time to put you aside.

"Thank you for saving me Jong Woon."

You placed your palms on the singer's torso to pull away from his embrace, but he didn't let you do it, on the contrary, he pulled you even harder.

"Stay like that a little longer."

It was probably the silliest sentence he could articulate so far, but his soul had traveled to another galaxy and returned in a matter of seconds as soon as he saw the vehicle that almost ran over you approaching and now you were in his arms, invading his personal space in a way too pleasant for his own taste.

"Is everything all right?" Another silly question, you chided yourself.

Of course all was not well. Of course things had gotten mixed up in a strange way and everything was out of your control.

"It is. It is now."

His embrace was warm and his words comforting. You no longer felt so silly and unprotected, on the contrary, he made you feel safe around him, like a protective force created just for you.

When the embrace finally lost its strength, you dared to raise your head to meet his gaze. It wasn't the analytical eyes that returned your gaze, it was those full of tenderness that seemed to smile just for you.

In an act full of unconscious bravery, he placed his hand on your chin tilting your face slightly back, his lips came close to yours and then the distance between you was reduced to nothing.

The light touch between mouths became deeper, more intense and more real. Both senses were focused on that shared kiss.

"Wow," you whispered, bringing your fingertips to your lips.

"I like you."

You didn't expect the kiss, much less to receive such a confession so suddenly, so unpremeditated. But it was honest, it was special and it was uttered from the bottom of his heart.

"I feel the same, more awkward and confused, but I also like you a lot."

"Let's continue on our way. It's already late."

But the walk was no longer the same. Although it was still a silent journey. Your hands were intertwined and your warm gazes told each other everything your mouths were silent about.

A small reminder that requests are open, if you don't feel good sending messages in english, you cand send your request in spanish too (since I can work properly with that language).

[majaaaaaaaaaa-with-10-as]

I wish I had a smartwatch but like without all the fancy stuff like a touch screen, stuff I want in a smartwatch:

- able to sync to my phone for media controls

- media control buttons (pause skip rewind mode and light probably so that you can use them for other stuff too like changing time and setting alarms)

- shows the time and date

- able to set alarms

- displays song title and length

I think you could do all of that with a reasonably sized dot matrix so an lcd or a screen really isn't necessary

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - April 21 - Week 16

Hi, all! Here’s the fic I read this week. Enjoy it and be sure to comment/kudos as you do! 

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What Rough Beast by immoral_crow

Steve Rogers, super soldier. It’s amazing really that it takes them all so long to work out just what the serum can do… but given enough time all things become apparent. This is a story about love, and loss; the things we would do to be true to ourselves and true to our hearts; and the prices you must pay to do that.

(There is a more detailed description at the end, in case you want more warnings and spoilers)

you are all I was hoping for by xWinterDreamsx 

His life had been so much emptier without Tony in it, and he missed him. He missed him so much that he felt better being in his company for even a little while.

Rocky Road by sayah1112

Tony Stark has been kidnapped... again.

This time is different that the others, though, because his kidnappers are not interested in a ransom. They mean to kill him.

His only hope rests upon the smashed smartwatch on his wrist that doesn't seem to want to work. When a call finally goes through, it's to the last person in the world he wants to talk to.

His ex-boyfriend, Grant Stevens, who he put in his phone as FuckHead.

Senseless by Scavenge4Dreams

Blinded, deafened, exhausted, injured and afraid, Tony raised himself up into a defensive position, the knife coming up just like Nat had taught him.

“That had better fucking be you, Steve Rogers- it had better be you. Fucking disarm me. If you let me kill you, I swear I will be very, very pissed.” Tony snarled, sure it was Steve approaching. Had to be. Had. To. Be.

What if it wasn’t?

Maybe Tomorrow by scifigrl47

Tony Stark may well be the richest man in America. In the depths of the Great Depression, that's no small claim. When a plot is hatched for him to take in an orphan for a week, everyone knows it's a publicity stunt. No one knows it better than Officer Steve Rogers, but he's got a job to do, and he's going to do it. Doesn't mean he's going to approve.

Yes, it's an Annie AU.

Yes. That Annie.

[cecexwrites]

6, praise kink?

The Euphoria Club was an exclusive club, open only to the very wealthy or the very beautiful. 

Lucky for Clover Baizen, she was both. The young woman was able to stride right through the entryway without anyone trying to stop her. Her dark hair was tired up into a simple updo, her strapless black lace dress clung to her body like a second skin and her heels added an extra few inches to her height. She paused at the front, handing over her phone. The person behind the counter placed it into a metal box, handing her a ticket with that number on it as well as a bracelet, the bracelet had settings, she toyed with it until it turned red, then held it out to the man who'd put her phone away. She gave him a sweet smile and he returned the look, connecting the bracelet around her wrist for her. 

She walked into the club and heads turned to watch her as she did so, not a shred of insecurity held her down as she made her way to the bar, ordering her favorite scotch. 

"What time is it?" she asked the bartender. He glanced at the watch on his wrist, an expensive piece, she recognized it as something her fathers had in their collections. It was analog, not a smartwatch, not even digital, the entire thing had a warm wood feel to it. Of course, smartwatches wouldn't be allowed, not even for the staff. The rules were very clear and very strict at Euphoria. 

there had never been a security breech or privacy leak at this club and they worked to make sure there never would be. 

"10 PM." His name was Clint, He'd been working at the club for the past two years and he was one of Clover's favorites. Based on the watch, it seemed she wasn't the only one who had a soft spot for him. Expensive gifts weren't unusual around there. At the answer, Clover nodded and turned away, leaning back against the bar. She had about fifteen minutes before she needed to be in her room, she planned on using that to people watch. 

The vibe of the club was exactly what one would expect. It wasn't loud, it wasn't obnoxious, there were a few people out dancing, but more than that people were around having private conversations, heads ducked in close to make sure they weren't overheard. A few people glanced at her, but when they saw the red of her bracelet they moved on, that was the beauty of the color system. 

Green meant the wearer was open to being chatted up and was looking for a hook-up or someone to take upstairs. 

Yellow meant they were open to talking but not necessarily sex. Clover had never really understood the point of that color but as she looked around a few people had that around their wrist, so apparently some people came to the sex club for conversation. 

Red meant Do Not Chat Me Up. That person had a partner or a plan and they wanted to be left alone. Those people were mostly standing at the bar. She assumed they were killing time like she was. 

When the fifteen minutes were almost up, Clover tipped back the rest of the scotch, the liquor burning down her throat. She pulled a few bucks from the top of her dress, dropping it into the tip jar and then she pushed away from the bar. 

"Have fun." Clint called after her. 

Oh, she was going to. 

Clover headed up the stairs, the second floor was where the fun truly was. As she made it to the landing, she turned left to go to the private rooms. To the right, she'd find a few different public room options, some with a pedestal in the middle for the couple who were fucking for everyone else or else the two-way mirrors for the people who didn't like to see the voyeurs. It was the direction she usually went, she liked to be watched, she didn't really care about watching others, she liked having the attention on her, but tonight? Tonight it was all about the private room. 

She got to the room that shared the number with the key card she'd been sent, pressing the card to the lock until it beeped and turned green. She turned the knob and took a deep breath as she pushed the door open- to reveal an empty room. Disappointment settled in her stomach but she saw the card on the bed. She crossed the room- the door swinging closed behind her. The card had her name written on the front and it was made of a thick ivory card stock. She opened it up and read the words inside. 

'Put on the blindfold, get on your knees, and wait for me.' clover bit her lip closing the car. This was stupid, dangerous. She had no idea who this was, what their intentions were and yet... the blindfold was black silk, sitting on the bed, tempting her even more. She snatched it off the bed and placed the card on the side table, moving to the more open space of the floor, she sank to her knees and tied the silk over her eyes, carefully knotting it behind her head with the updo.

Now all she had to do was wait. 

And she didn't even have to wait long, there was the tell tale beep of the car reader, then she sound of the door swinging open and closed again. Clover's heart pounded in her chest, the sound almost as loud in her ears as the sound of hard-soled shoes against the floor, coming closer to her. 

"Such a good girl." The voice was deep and gruff, it was so familiar but she couldn't for the life of her place it. A large warm hand moved under her chin lifting her head up. 

"Who-" She started to ask but was stopped by his thumb slipping into her mouth. She closed her lips around it, sucking on the digit, it was thick, the skin wasn't baby soft like most of the guys she knew, it was just a little rough, working man's hands. 

which left her even more confused. 

She released his thumb and he chuckled, running his saliva soaked finger over her bottom lip. 

"Are you going to be my good girl Clover and take my cock?" He asked. 

A smart girl would say no, a smart girl would rip off the blindfold and demand to know who the fuck he was and what he was doing and what he wanted from her. 

but she didn't want to be a smart girl. 

Instead, Clover opened her mouth, tongue out, and heard his sharp intake of breath. 

"Perfect." he exhaled, there was a shuffling sound, she assumed he was removing his jacket or shirt, then she heard the zip of a fly. 

impatience lit her body like a torch, her heart was still racing, her pussy growing wetter with each second that passed where she remained untouched. Just when she was ready to snap and demand the mystery man fuck her as he promised, the warm, salty tip of a cock brushed her tongue. 

"Just like that, fuck." Somehow his voice dropped even lower, more scratchy as his cock slowly thrust further into her mouth. 

Clover's hands came up, both to tease the base and to try and gauge how long and thick his cock was. She groaned around his length as it seemed he went on for ages, inch after inch. She knew it was probably the blindfold playing tricks on her, but she was still very happy with what she felt. 

He started out slow, preparing her, he was taking too fucking long, she huffed around his cock to express her frustration and he chuckled again. 

"So impatient, Clover." he teased, but gave her what she wanted, gripping her hair as best he could without fucking up the blindfold and went about fucking her throat with more fervor. And Clover took it, bobbing her head in time with his thrusts, forcing it further down, her hands working whatever her throat couldn't take. 

Time didn't seem real, not in this room, not when she couldn't see anything, but after what felt like forever, he grunted, pulling out as he came, making sure to release all over her face and chest. 

Clover couldn't see it, a fact that left her pouting, but she reached up, running a finger through the mess on her collarbone, scooping some of it up and sucking it into her mouth. Thick and salty, it satisfied some part of her that truly needed it.

"You look so fucking pretty covered in my cum." He praised, Clover brightened at that. "Stand." He ordered, helping her to do so and moving behind her. He smoothly unzipped the dress, tugging the tight material down her thighs until it fell, pooling at her feet. 

"Oh, you really came prepared." He noted as she wore nothing underneath. 

"I was promised a night of orgasms and I won't let anything get in the way."

"That's not what the letter said." he sounded amused. 

"You scheduled a meeting at this club? That is a promise of jelly legs and eyes rolled to the back of my head. If your cock can't do it, toys can." She had been in a bit of a sexual rut and she needed the release. A surprisingly gentle hand led her to the bed, then pushed her back onto it. Clover scrambled back just a little and felt the bed shift as he climbed up after her. 

She once again was hit with the desperate urge to rip the blindfold off and find out who this was, to see what he looked like, but she found she also liked the mystery and the further it went, the more she liked it. 

Rough hands gripped her ankles and yanked her down the bed, just a little and before she could say anything, a warm wet mouth covered her pussy. 

"Fuck." She whimpered as the flat of his tongue ran up over her clit, two fingers held her pussy open as he worked her cunt. Her hands gripped the blanket underneath her, needing something to hold on to keep her from ruining the mystery. 

"You taste just as sweet as I thought." He growled. "Fucking perfect."

"Who-" She tried again, but the question was interrupted by him plunging two fingers into her pussy. She was soaking wet, so he didn't find any resistance there, but his fingers were so thick that even just two of them stretched her and had her feeling nice and full.

"Hmm." He mused. "So tight." Of course that didn't slow him down at all, his fingers drilled into her until he managed to work in a third. "I want to fuck you, Clover, I want to fill this pretty pussy with my cock, will you let me do that?" he asked. She didn't hesitate,

"Yes!" She gasped, her back arching up off the bed, she was close, so close. 

"That's my girl." He rumbled against her clit- the hand that wasn't already working her cunt slapped down on her clit, sending her over the edge. She cried out as she came, her hips trying to lift up off the bed. But he didn't give her a chance to recover, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his cock. 

He was thicker than even three of his fingers, he filled her in a way she hadn't felt in far too long. It wasn't just about the size, it was about what he could do with it and fuck he knew what he was doing. He knew exactly what she needed, he didn't take his time or start slow, his hips pounded against her at a rapid rate, the bed shaking with his efforts. 

Finally- finally his kissed her, a rough kiss that revealed that the man had some sort of a beard, a beard that she hadn't noticed when his face had been buried between her legs. She kissed him back, her legs wrapping around his waist, she still wore her heels and she didn't know if he could feel them or see them, there was a mirror in the room, after all, but his hand gripped her hair, still somewhat gentle to keep from loosening the blindfold, tilting her head back. His lips ravaged her throat, down her chest. lips wrapped around her nipple, sucking hard as his hand pinched and tugged on her nipples just as rough. 

"Please- I'm almost there." She gasped as he switched, moving his mouth to the other nipple. 

"Cum for me, Clover, I wanna feel how tight your pussy can squeeze me." He ordered. His tongue flicked her nipple and that was it, she came- her entire body bucking under him, but he didn't stop- not yet. One, two, three more thrusts and- He wasn't wearing a condom. She knew on some level it should have bothered her, but members of the club had to regularly submit STI tests and at least there was some sort of proto call in place for people who tested positive for certain things. She just couldn't bring herself to be mad, there was something about feeling his cum filling her that was undeniably hot. 

"Do. Not. Move." He ordered. She felt him get off the bed and head to the en suite bathroom but she called out to him. 

"Don't clean me up, I want to see it." He groaned in the other room but there was no follow up rag to clean her up. Instead, she heard him moving around the room, the sound of him getting redressed. "Is that it?" She asked. 

"Oh not even close." He answered simply. She could still hear him moving until he was right next to her again, his finger moving around her pussy- she assumed he was collecting up the cum that had leaked out and he stuffed it all back into her, followed by a toy- oh a large toy, one that filled her pussy and pressed up against her clit. 

"You're not going to take this out," He tapped the toy, "Or this off until you've cum for me one more time, understood?"

"How will you know?" She asked, she could tell that this was the end, he was going to slip out without revealing who the hell he was and yet she made no move to take off the blindfold. 

"Because you are my good girl, and you wouldn't dare." He kissed her inner thigh. He was right too, she wasn't about to not do as he said. "and next time, Clover, wear your hair down." He pressed the button on the toy- starting it up. She couldn't hear him anymore as he walked, but over the buzz of the toy, over her pleasure, she could hear the door open and close. 

At least he admitted one thing, she realized as the toy managed to get another orgasm out of her. Her hands shook as she turned it off and pulled it out of her, this wasn't their last time. She sat up to see the cum slowly dripping out of her cunt and she fell back to the bed, taking a deep breath. He was going to seek her out again. Next time, she'd find out who he was.