#( wc: 340. )

[lgchyoseop]

first comeback

"got so far, all i can do is get futher"

...

a comeback… his very first. it still hasn’t fully sunk in yet that he has debuted, that he’s been an idol for months now. he’s been chasing this dream for so long, and he finally got there, he finally made his debut. now it was learning to be an idol, improving his skills constantly. hyoseop’s dance skills had been good enough for him to debut, but it was still a skill he needed to work on, so in preparation for his very first comeback. he stays late to practice dance by himself, he stays late almost every day.

his breath is heavy from practicing, he pours down a bottle of water his throat, finishing another water bottle, luckily he brought three along with him today. hyoseop has never felt very good at dance, and he’s not surprised that legacy asked him to improve his dance skills for the comeback. he’s grown a lot in dance from when he became a trainee, two left feet when he joined legacy, and though surely not type zero’s best dancer, he wasn’t all that bad anymore. he’d had a habit of only focusing on rap, luckily that habit has been broken. 

his body feels weak, he’s not sure how much more his body can take today, then he remembers, dance wasn’t the only skill legacy wanted him to improve in, he needed better singing skills too. so he lets his body get a rest while his mouth and throat will come to use. he remembers the warm-ups hes been taught in his time at legacy, and he starts with that, warming up his voice. he tries his best at hitting higher notes than he’s used to, his voice is a bit deep, so it’s a bit difficult, but he still tries his best.

the weeks go like that, he switches between practicing his singing and dancing, remembering not to forget his rap nor performance skills, he wishes to get better in what he wants to get better at, and what legacy wants him to get better at.

[haeminlgc]

short story

The story is about a boy, Haneul, and his journey through trials and tribulations to find the ingredients for the Potion of Courage. He is joined on his journey of self discovery by a talking cat called Night who happens to be the familiar of The Wizard who promises to brew him the potion should he find the three missing ingredients. Through these three quests Haneul will discover the strength and the courage that always resided inside of him but was buried deep in the well of fear and uncertainty. With help from Night we will see his growth from shy boy to confident child that has decided to stand up for himself and for what is right.

Quest one will send him deep into a cavern to find the glowing moss that can only be found at the very end by a special moonlit serenity pool. The way there is dark and filled with twists and turns. Haneul must learn to work through his fear of the dark and uncertainty to obtain the moss. The last hurdle is reaching the pool itself which is on the opposite side of a wide chasm with only a rickety bridge that looks like it's about to collapse at any moment. Only when he takes a leap (step) of faith does the bridge transform to something solid and reassuring.

Quest two will test Haneul's determination. The fragile berry crystals grow on the sides of a mountain that is tall, wide, and plagued with bouts of bad weather. The crystals are small and semi-rare making them difficult to find amid the rocky terrain. It will require enormous will power not to give up and go home on the first set back.

Quest three finds him in a glade in a forest where he must gather the fruit of the silver willow but the tree only gives it to those of calm self-assurance. Once there Haneul must look within himself and reflect on his journey and what he would like his future to look like.

[eunbinbe]

˙ ˖ ✧ — TRAINING SELF-PARA. aka eunbin tries to spend more time on her lacking areas.

while eunbin didn't want to hype herself up too much, she didn't think she was lacking very much in the dance department. while dancing like an idol was indeed different from the dancing she's done so far, she's been quick to pick up on the techniques needed for this specific profession.

that's why she decided she needed to work on some other areas this month. of course, she still had a lot to do in every area if she wanted to keep up with some of the older trainees around studio delta. however, she's realized that she always found the most difficulty in singing and dancing at the same time.

it was odd because as a cheerleader, she was pretty confident in her stamina. she's had to go for hours and hours with a smile on her face, so it wasn't the idea of performing in front of people that troubled her. it was the actual act of learning to sing and dance at the same time. you see, this involved a different kind of breath control, something that she still had to get used to.

she had picked up a few tips here and there. one of the more efficient ones was singing while running a treadmill. initially, she found it a bit silly, but eunbin soon learned that it really was the best way to get used to the act of live singing.

if she were to debut, this was something she had to master anyway, so even if she may look like a fool sometimes at the gym, she still took advantage of the company gym and tried to get in her training that way.

now, there was still a long way for her to go before she would feel fully confident in her skills, but eunbin liked to think that she's improved quite a bit. getting thrown into a public performance straight off the bat has prepared her for almost everything at this point, and she was excited to see what else would come her way.

[sarangbe]

NEW WOMAN 염사랑 → 이나영

sarang has no idea how this is going to go. ever since he brought home the crown on next gen season one, he could sense nayoung's hostility for him reach a new peak. there's always been tension between them. one of them works tirelessly and exhibits so much passion in their craft, and the other does the bare minimum, and yet, is somehow always the one who walks away with the bouquets; never the former. what's more though, is that it's not just about training either. nayoung is close to alex, and ren, and with how everything ended between them, he's absolutely positive that nayoung paints him as the lone villain in all of it.

so, when he thinks about it, he understands why nayoung dislikes him. honestly speaking, he doesn't blame her. as dramatic as it is, if he were her, he'd hate him, too.

regardless, being in the pits of despair have him craving a much-needed distraction, and although he doesn't really want to, he figures that now is as good a time as any to better himself as a trainee, and the best person to ask for help is none other than lee nayoung. he'll be stunned if she even agrees to it, but above all, he knows she'll be honest with him, and that's what he needs.

sarang has high hopes of this working now because there's no man to distract him, there's no new love on the horizon that's pulling all of his attention—no, for the first time ever, sarang is fully present at sr media, and he hopes he can start using his time more strategically.

taking a seat on the floor beside nayoung, he turns his head over to her. "hey," he begins, pursing his lips together in thought. "may i talk to you?" it may seem strange for him to even ask, but testing the waters seems to be the safer approach here. for all he knows, her answer can flat-out just be 'no' and that'll be the end of that.

"it's about training."

[bexria]

what's in my phone?

a deeper look

who does she text the most?

ria is quite the texter, she uses a lot of time on texting. ria has a bunch of friends, so there’s always people to reply back to, ria can’t even remember when she last managed to text everyone back at once. there’s a few people she texts more than others, whose texts she values a bit higher, such as her brother. but there’s three people she texts more than anyone, her three best friends from school, who of those she texts the most she’s not sure though, it might be them all since they mainly text in a group-chat. 

who does she call the most?

while ria texts quite a lot, she most definitely does not call as often. her parents do not like texting so those she mainly calls. though ria mainly texts, when she has a long story to tell she’ll call. if facetiming counts as calls, then there is a sure winner as ria has a friend she facetimes quite often where they get ready for bed together and talk about their day together.

what app does she use the most? 

there’s actually two winners to this question. the first winner is kakaotalk, which she uses every day and often as it’s the place she uses to text her friends. second winner will be instagram, ria sometimes finds herself scrolling on instagram for hours, she likes posting and seeing what other people post

what’s her backgrounds?

her lockscreen background is a picture of ria along with her three best friends from school, it’s a picture taken where they’ve all been drinking, so it’s a bit messy, some smiling, some not, a bit blurry as well, but it’s a good memory. her homescreen background is a picture of her brother’s dog.

what does she take the most pictures of?

she takes most pictures of her friends, she has a few photo albums on her phone for certain friends. she enjoys taking pictures of her friends, especially when they’re not ready for it.

[beyuji]

waterbomb 2024 ( challenge. )

yuji is pretty happy that her lessons in dancing are helping her out this time around. she feels as though while there is definitely things she can improve on, attempting the choreography for the challenge feels like no sweat at all.

the only thing sweaty is her, unfortunately. but she attempts to make the best of it-- fixes her hair the best she can with the humidity and makes it look nice messy rather than unkempt and all over the place.

as she sets up the video, she goes through the motions in her head. fixing up her setup as best she can, yuji stands in front of the camera. as the beginning of the recording starts, the music building up, yuji idly dances along. feeling awkward until the music kicks in, yuji focuses more on her body and facial expressions. being a trainee helps, she's finding. for things in this nature, at least-- it's easier to find the right count, to understand when to start. muscle memory has saved her a lot of the time, and she's sure with this challenge, it will be no different.

because as soon as the beat kicks in, her body is moving along with it. it's fun, bouncy and fluid and goes well with the beat, that yuji finds herself smiling to herself as she goes through the motions. a mist station goes off somewhere near her, and it feels good-- the slight bit of it hitting her skin as she dances, her smile turning into a full fledged grin by the end of it.

as she finishes the first take, she goes to peek at it. as she monitors the video, catching her breath, she laughs to herself. this is definitely different content she's uploaded to her youtube, so she's sure it's likely to raise a few brows. it's not her best take, the perfectionist in her thinking it could use some work. but the smile she has on it speaks volumes that she's enjoying it, so she keeps it as is.

[bechaerin]

✦ * ·  ˚ THREE-SIXTY-FIVE. chaerin reflects on her (almost) one year as a trainee.

it's almost unbelievable how it's gotten close to a year since chaerin's become a trainee. truthfully, she doesn't think much about her life has changed other than her getting busier and having to keep a secret. she's still a busy busy bee and going on with her scheduled life.

one thing that's definitely changed is the amount of acquaintances that she has. never in her life did chaerin imagine she'd know so many people on a more personal level. so many of her connections since she was young has either been competition or potential buyers and sponsors. it just felt odd having people she could call friends around.

and how about her skills? have they improved? she's never trained before this experience, so she's not sure how she's doing objectively, but she's certain she's gotten better from a year ago. it would be utterly sad if she hadn't. her singing has become more stable, and she can actually follow a choreography now. of course, she still has to work on making that choreo hers, but she likes to think she can pull off a performance now.

all chaerin can wonder about now is what's to come. she's heard stories of people training for years and not actually debuting. there doesn't seem to be much word about any of the companies debuting groups at the moment, so she can't help but think about her future. sometimes she lays in bed at night and contemplates whether this is the right step to take.

she's in her graduating year now and if she wants to continue as an artist, this is an important time in her life. she has doubts about that life as well, but she's also aware that it'd be the safe road to take. nevertheless, she's already spent a year as a trainee so would another year really hurt? if nothing happens by then, maybe she'll rethink it, but right now, she likes this life she's living.

it's different from what she's used to. it's the adventure chaerin's always wanted.

[behyejin]

hyejin's reactions before and after the etiquette classes for her hair

hyejin didn’t see what the big deal was with her hair especially since she was forbid from dyeing her hair at all. plus other trainees seemed to have done so as well and here she was getting talked to about it. maybe her being spontaneous wasn’t a good thing. at least it was only a semi-permanent dye and not something that would last longer. she had only done it for halloween for fun. she wasn’t experienced with bleach so she wasn’t gonna damage her hair to make it a certain color for a while. it would be back to the normal brown/black later so she didn’t get the fuss. the coach didn’t let her really explain so she chose not to plus there was no way she wanted to argue. the company knew best even if she may feel different about that. her mind couldn’t help but wander to thinking about if she’d change to a different company if given the chance. maybe she would. maybe she wouldn’t. though her mind was going towards the former at the moment. 

she went to the etiquette class as she was told but she wasn’t happy about it. she wasn’t one to go against what she was told to do though. it’s not like she was going to debut soon plus her hair would be back to normal quickly. she would just do this and never do anything else to her own body. she had ear piercings and a tattoo but that was usually covered by her clothing. she wouldn’t do anything else since she didn’t wanna get pulled aside for this again. sure she’d talk all this to heart but she was going to just focus on training again. 

maybe down the line in her current company or in another one, she wouldn’t have to worry about being told that she couldn’t do something due to an image that she knows nothing about. for now she’d be good. she can’t say what she’d do in the future. only time will tell.

[jindallaebe]

when yinuo finally strikes him, jindallae laughs and shakes his head. "trust me, that won't be necessary..." he replies, taking another sip of his drink. "all the guys are terrified of you. in a good way though, like, you keep them their best behavior. you're basically the bouncer, but for the staff." he knows this will stroke her ego, smoothing over any actual annoyance she may have felt because of his teasing. though, he's positive that she takes whatever he says in stride. the two of them have a great rapport, and he appreciates it immensely.

it's because of this that he begins to internally question why she seems so adamant on celebrating christmas at the restaurant. yinuo is often this headstrong as it is, but the fact that she simply won't let this go, especially since he's told her 'no' in many ways, makes him curious. he doesn't want to psychoanalyze her, but his mind naturally tries to search for hidden meanings. it's a personal belief of his that there's always a codded message written between the lines.

now, does this make him a rather suspicious person? yes, but he likes to think that it's for good reason. so far, most of his suspicions have been correct, so it can't be that much of a flaw. "yinuo..." he starts, his voice low and tired, but still warm. "look, if you want to do all of the work, then i won't say no, and because our budget is limited, you can't get too crazy. okay?" jindallae relents, hoping that he's pleased. yet again he strokes her ego, but he can't help it.

in some ways, she's like the little sister he never had.

"i'll give you the restaurant's credit card before you head out tonight. remember though—i'm trusting you." he knows he can, which is why he feels comfortable caving. "you should also ask people if they want to help you. i'm willing to pay you by the hour for however long you stay decorating, just don't milk it."

jindallae expects a punch in the arm and yinuo would be a fool not to oblige. she's pretty sure she could use her full strength and still not so much a bruise the man, so she's not exactly holding back as she smacks her fist into a firm bicep. "who's soft?" she challenges jokingly, "don't let the rest of the bar staff hear you. i might have to beat them all up one by one to get their respect back!" another jest; she's more than earned the regard of her peers thanks to a short lifetime of experience in this industry.

ah, she'll admit to a bit of homesickness though. she doesn't think about it often, she's content with her life here after all, but especially as family holidays approach she can't help but think about all the fond memories of home, the special events they'd put on and decorations they'd hang up at the bar and brewery, the staff who were just as much her aunts and uncles as those who actually share her blood. and yes, the homemade meals. korean food isn't that much different in a lot of ways, but no one here knows how to capture the sentimentality of stewed vegetables cooked just a minute too long so grandmother can chew more easily when taking meals with the family. she's not sure how to describe the heat level her father liked, enough to 'make his mouth happy' without burning for hours afterwards.

she's not one to wallow in negativity, to let the weight of the world push her down. so yinuo tries to shove the homesickness away, back down in the box where it came from, and put a convincing smile on her face. even as close of a friend as she considers jindallae, it's not something she wants to talk about with him. ah, but if only she had the time and money for a trip back home, just for a week or two... no, it's just not in the cards right now, and yinuo can accept that.

the woman doesn't remark further on the topic, but she knows jin will make the dish for her when he has the time. nothing more needs to be said. instead, she hones in on the upcoming holidays. "no budget as in i can do whatever i want and you'll cover it all?" her eyes gleam, anticipation showing through even though she knows, realistically, what her boss means is 'no budget as in you have a handful of change and a dream.' "we can do all out for both, you know. there's no rule about that. and i'll do all the work, you and everyone else can just rest. c'mon, please? it'll be fun."

will she admit that she wants to keep busy to keep from missing home during the holidays? not aloud. but she suspects that jindallae is wise enough to pick up on it anyway.

[hxney-lemcn]

First Kiss — The Leftovers x gn! reader

summery: your first kiss with your lover.

tw: none.

a/n: I wasn't sure what to call the students who aren't vice/housewardens so now they're deemed the leftovers (sorry Cater 😔). Also, MERRY CHRISTMAS!

wc: 2.6k (~340 per character)

Master List | Housewardens | Vicehousewardens

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Cater Diamond

The atmosphere was warm and soft as you both were hanging out in Cater’s room, is what I would like to say, but it was anything but that. You and Cater decided to have a ‘picnic’ (it wasn’t planned, you both bought your lunches and went to eat in the courtyard) and apparently your confession was a little too hot. What did your blabbermouth happen to say (was it really a blabbermouth if you were just telling a trusted friend something personal)? Well, you happened to let slip that you haven’t had your first kiss yet, and for some reason Cater couldn’t wrap his head around that. He didn’t seem to know how to react, mouth opening and closing as he doubted your sentence. You were so pretty and he found himself falling for you so easily, so the thought of no one else seeing you the way he does left him flabbergasted. And the juicy gossip he was (he just needed to understand this better), he kept prying; ‘weren’t you curious?’ yes, ‘has no one asked to?’ no, ‘has no one asked you out?’ no. That last went sent him on a whole other spiral, but he tried to store that in his head for another time. By the end of his little interrogation, he felt frustrated for you. And sevens, that bashful, saddened look made his heart plummet, and gosh did he want to kiss you silly, to prove whatever false things were rattling in your mind at that moment were wrong, and it seemed that Cater’s control was slipping, the suggestion spilling past his lips before he could stop it; ‘we could kiss, just so you know what it feels like.’ His heart leapt as you eyed him like you were actually pondering it, and that little nod of your head made his heart race. The kiss was soft, hesitant, unsure, but sweet. Hands were kept to themselves, unsure how far you were both willing to cross the line, and as you pulled away, the both of you could only long for more.

“W-well, if th-there’s any other firsts you want to break, caycay’s always here~”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Deuce Spade

The both of you just had the most spectacular date, you had a ton of fun and Deuce seemed to enjoy himself as well. The boy had been a blushing mess, tripping over words and trying to be as gentlemanly as possible, and you were eating up the cute display. He had argued that he couldn’t let you walk home alone, and so there you stood, on your doorstep just a few inches taller than normal. Deuce watched diligently, like there was a chance you would get hurt in the two steps it would take you to get inside (after what you experienced on campus it was a very real fear). You smiled softly at the dark haired boy, thanking him for the wonderful date. In return he managed to blush once more, scratching the back of his neck as he tried to formulate a proper response. So, to tease the poor guy some more, you leaned over and placed a kiss on his cheek, watching on in amusement as Deuce seemed to shut down. You hid your cheeky grin behind your hand as he spluttered, trying to say something, but he managed to cut you off guard as he stared in wonder, face a bright red, muttering out ‘could…could you do that again?’. Who were you to deny him? Holding his cheeks, you placed another kiss, this time on the corner of his lips before you found yourself showering his entire face in kisses. You weren’t sure where all this affection was coming from, but neither of you were complaining. As you pulled away once more, you bit your lip before acting on impulse and leaving the lightest, barely there peck on his lips.

“I-I…u-uh…th-thank you. I…I hope we can go on another date…soon.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Ace Trappola

You were rightfully pissed. Ace had been teasing you nonstop about how ‘nobody wanted to date you’, and honestly? It was starting to get under your skin, your old (and normal) insecurities popping up once more. You have been working on it! And just like that he had erased your hard work in improving your mental health. And so what were you doing? Giving him the silent treatment. If he was going to be a jerk then you were going to ignore him. But you weren’t sure how much longer you could handle it, as Ace had been finding any and every way to get on your nerves. You clenched your fist as Ace continued to poke your cheek. You were either going to bite his finger off or twist his arm behind his back if he was going to keep this up. It wasn’t until he asked the dreaded question; ‘what did he do to get you so angry?’ The dam had been broken, and you found yourself venting all your frustrations on him, from his insults to how it affected you, it was all released. The look of horror on the ginger’s face made you feel somewhat satisfied. You were a bit surprised when he apologized so heartfeltly, he genuinely looked appalled at his own behavior for once. It was only a few weeks later when things took a turn. Ace was sleeping at your dorm, and the two of you were hanging out when he asked an out of pocket question; ‘do you wanna kiss?’ It was late, he was too tired to keep his filter up, and gosh did you look kissable (it was the main reason why he was teasing you in the first place). Against your better judgment, you agreed. The kiss was awkward, neither of you sure how far to go, but you’re kinda angry at how much you liked it.

“...you’re better at that than I thought��n-not that I think of kissing you or anything-”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Jack Howl

You watched the weirdo in front of you with a blank face, wishing you could be anywhere but there. This guy decided he wanted to flirt with you, and he was doing it in the worst way possible. I mean who tries to pick someone up by asking to kiss them outright? You kept glancing at Jack, who stood intimidatingly next to you, buff arms crossed as he glared at the guy, but made no move to say anything. You felt a sneer fall over your lips unconsciously as the guy continued to try and shoot his shot, couldn’t he see he was getting nowhere? You tried to let him down nicely before, so this time you decided to be more blunt, stating that you weren’t interested and you don’t just go out kissing people. That was when the guy lashed out, crying out about how you were a jerk, that you were just like everyone else who only cared about themselves. It was when he looked like he was reaching out for you, and you flinched back for Jack to step in (quite literally). Standing in front of you his glare turned dangerous, fangs showing as he snarled, telling the guy to get lost. The both of you finally relaxed when the guy scrambled to get away, leaving you with the wolf beastman. ‘Thank you,’ You muttered, leaning up and kissing him on the cheek. A smug smile tugged at your lips as Jack glanced away, a soft pink dusting his tanned cheeks. ‘Oh, did I miss?’ you teased, eyes catching the way his ear twitched. So, as the merciful person you were, you leaned up and left a small, short, gentle kiss to his lips.

“Hm, i-if you find yourself in need of help, d-don’t be afraid to come to me.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Floyd Leech

You had already found yourself in a tough predicament. You were in the clutches of Floyd Leech when he was in a bad mood. Sure, he was the one who sought you out to squeeze, but you wanted to make sure you didn’t make it worse in any way. So you resigned yourself to your fate as his personal human plushie as he squeezed you from time to time, burying his face in your neck as he grumbled on unintelligently about one thing and another. You brushed your hands through his hair, placing small kisses to the top of his head here and there, feeling relieved as he started to melt in your hold, teeth scraping against your skin as he smiled. You shivered at the sensation, hair on end once more. ‘Oh shrimpy~’ he cooed, giggling like a mad man, face suddenly very much in your own. ‘I wanna kiss’. The request was simple, blunt, but it still left you reeling. You weren’t sure why, in fact, you should be surprised it took so long for him to ask for one, but you still found your eyes widening and breath hitching at the spontaneity of it all. You weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to it (you suppose that was the appeal to Floyd). You could barely get out the words okay before Floyd pressed his lips to yours in a harsh manner, teeth clashing, lips being bit, hand on the back of your head so you couldn’t pull away. In fact, he wouldn’t stop kissing you, it seemed like forever until he finally got his fill.

“Hehe, you better watch out shrimpy~ I’m already craving another.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Epel Felmier

Your eyes widened as you eyed the intricately carved apple, turning it around to catch every detail. You weren’t sure what you did to deserve such a gift, but you were flattered nonetheless, your eyes finally raising up to meet Epel’s cyan ones. He looked bashful, cheeks tinted a light pink, eyes unable to meet your own. He tripped over his words, trying to make an excuse, stating that no one else was around so you might as well have it (you’ll ignore the fact that there were, in fact, people swarming around the cafeteria like flies). Without a second thought, you gave him a short peck on the cheek and continued business as usual. It wasn’t until Epel kept doing things for you, something that had only recently started. Epel…wasn’t mean by any means, but he also wasn’t one to help someone from the kindness of his heart. Sure, he’d do something for you before while complaining a ton, but recently he had been doing things without you even asking! It was strange, and he always seemed expectant afterwards, like he was expecting you to do something. Not to mention the little pout he thought he hid when you didn’t seem to do what he was anticipating. So, you decided to confront him, asking him outright what he wanted. Of course, he deflected, stating that he didn’t want anything and you were being crazy. A claim he wasn’t able to hide behind for long as you pointed out all the strange ways he’s been acting. Face burning red, Epel turned away, trying to keep his composure, but you seemed to be determined to break it. Your serious gaze locked onto his figure, there was no getting away from this now. And so, he admitted meekly that he wanted a kiss, and who were you to deny him? With a playful grin, you placed a kiss to his lips, reveling in the way he pushed against you like he was desperate (he had been waiting for this for so long). Pulling away, you teased that he only needed to ask if he wanted another kiss.

“I-I…d-damn, fine…do ya think we could do that again?”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Silver Vanrouge

A warm breeze tousled Silver’s white locks, his steel grey eyes hidden behind his shut eyelids. His head rested in your lap, face pressed into your thighs. Squirrels and song birds fluttered around you, a small chickadee nestled on the top of your head. It was peaceful, a nice change of pace from your usual chaotic days. As beautiful as the scenery was around you, with green grass fluttering in the wind and colorful flowers swaying about, your gaze couldn’t help but fall down to the occupant in your lap. How his lashes kissed his cheeks, how the sun made his hair shine, how soft his skin was under the pads of your fingers. Silver has become the most breathtaking sight in your eyes, and the bird that roosted in your hair seemed to agree as it let out a soft series of cheeps that smoothed into a blissful melody. You couldn’t help but think about how much better your life has become once he entered your life, how sweet and protective he was, how sassy he could be when his father made an offer to cook. You had come to love all his quirks, how he could drift off to sleep in even the loudest environment or how he’d try to stay up just for you. Unable to hold your affections in for much longer, you placed a kiss against his cheek, heart fluttering when Silver’s lips tugged into a smile. So what else would you do besides lavish his face in sweet kisses? His eyes fluttered open, and you couldn’t help the huge grin that fell on your lips as he looked up at you affectionately. You greeted him with a kiss to the corner of his lips, a cheesy good morning following. The way he stared at you made your heart flutter and stomach tie in knots, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Sleepily, Silver followed your lips without a second thought connecting them in a warm kiss before pulling away sharply, eyes wide as he apologized for not asking for consent, only to be shut up by your lips meeting once more.

“So it's not a dream…thank you.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Sebek Zigvolt

You felt your eye twitch, trying your hardest to keep your composure. It felt like one step forward ten steps backwards when it came to Sebek. You thought you’d finally got to him in some way, only for him to be shouting at you once more for the same thing the next day. Which was happening right now, with him yelling at you about being some lowly human. Just the other day you had a one on one about how those comments hurt you, and he seemed to genuinely understand, so why the hell was he shouting at you again. You had tried throwing insults back, you had tried communicating like a mature person, you had even slapped him once and stormed away in tears! What the hell did you need to do to get through to this hard headed crocodile? Your glare turned sharp as Sebek continued, rambling on about one thing or another. Your exasperation taking over, you grabbed his tie, pulling his face close to yours as you sneered. You were so upset, you didn’t even notice how your noses were touching, instead tearing into Sebek instead. You also didn’t realize how Sebek turned silent, golden green eyes locked onto your figure, cheeks slowly but surely turning bright red. You let out a huff as your rant ended, raising an eyebrow at the half fae’s current state, then suddenly it clicked and an evil grin upturned your lips. Curling your fingers around his tie, you inched your face even closer (somehow), lips hovering over the other. You debated if you should do the evil thing, pull away and leave him hanging, but you also had the urge to kiss him stupid…letting your own desires win, you pushed your lips together in a heated kiss. Sebek was stiff as a board, but slowly melted into the kiss, only for you to pull away, biting his lip in the process.

“Wh-where are you going, human! You cannot k-kiss a knight and walk away without an explanation! H-hey! W-wait up-”

[armysantiny]

-[LaDs; helping you with chronic pain

P: lads guys x gender-neutral reader (seperate) | G: headcanon, fluff, comfort | Inc: vague descriptions of symptoms, helping with appointments, pampering, heaps and heaps of love and understanding | Wc: 340 | W: none| R: G

Min's notes: Technically this is already a text post I made a while back, but I wanted to put it into a more standard headcanon format. Also technically supposed to do this ages ago but here we are lmao, just in time for Caleb's birthday!

Zayne | Li Shen

Zayne already has a meticulous care plan for you written down in your medical file and committed to memory, as well as all the signs of a flare-up. He's ready before you tell him and schedules off any negligible office time in favour of looking after you. Prepares food and drink and sends a medical notice to the association in case your flare-up continues or gets any worse.

Xavier | Shen Xinghui

Xavier either convinces you to get off work early or to call in sick and then stays/goes home with you. Brings all your favourite blankets and soothing remedies for the pain and goes through each of them as needed. Goes through any chores that need doing and has takeout/groceries delivered so you don't have to worry about food.

Rafayel | Qi Yu

Rafayel sets you down on the sofa, brings you whatever you need and completely clears his schedule. Meeting with Thomas? Yeah that can wait. Oh, he needs to review his latest exhibition? Not a priority anymore. Convinces you to try a bath to see if it helps with the pain and refuses to hear any apologies if you two had plans that had to be cancelled.

Sylus | Qin Che

Sylus bundles you up in his arms, takes you to bed, and has whatever it is you need at your fingertips. Another one who refuses to hear out any apologies about cancelling plans and brushes it off with the fact he can get it booked for you two another time. He stays with you the entire time and has the twins take care of any minor issues. If needed, he will call any specialist doctors to the base to monitor your condition.

Caleb | Xia Yizhou

Caleb refuses to let you so much as move, insisting on helping you do almost anything and everything. Stays home from the fleet to look after you bc "who else but me is going to help you, pipsqueak?" and gives you massages periodically in between helping distract from the pain. Cooks every meal and insists on feeding you himself (indulge him, he enjoys taking care of you)

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dreamin’ bout you

kinktober 2024 !! day four : wet dreams

pairing : kamo choso x fem!reader

summary : what does choso do when he’s sick of having wet dreams about you and not being able to get the real thing? we answer that in this fic!

wc : 340+

warning : SMUT (mdni), mentions of masturbation, p in v, subby!choso for a split second tbh, not proofread

notes : chosochospccjosochoso LOVEEEEEE HIM i will always go back to u pookums shookums also i went to my ex situationships house today his mom loves me but holy shit yall ever have a rly bad moment of weakness? i wrote this choso fic to cope. like on the spot. sorry yall enjoy

this has been happening for way too long.

images of you flash through choso’s mind. when he sleeps, all he sees is you. whether he’s kissing you or fucking you, it’s just you.

it always leads to him fisting himself stupid. he doesn’t stop until he feels like his dick is really about to burst and not in a good way. you’re just so damn addicting to him. he needs the real thing. he needs you.

maybe he shouldn’t have called you so late at night. he thought it wasn’t the best idea to call and say that he needed you urgently. that he’d die if you weren’t on his dick. but you definitely weren’t any better for going along with it.

“you need me that bad? really? maybe i should just let you take care of it on your own.” you’d teased him with a laugh. that led to him immediately begging and whining for you to stop fucking around. for you to come over and just do him a favor. just this time.

and that’s what led to you on his bed, letting him plow into you. he had his hands on your thighs to keep them apart. his cock pistoned in and out of you, throwing you for a fucking spin. choso’s moans along with your own mixed in the silence of the night.

he couldn’t believe he was finally acting out his dreams. he finally got what he wanted: your pussy. “thank you- fuck… thank you so much…” he moaned out, his head hung from how fucked out he was. his sharp eyes focused on the way you sucked him in.

you couldn’t even respond to him from how intense everything felt. for a half curse, he definitely fucked a lot better than any human you’d been with. you chalked it up to his desperation. he reached the deepest parts of you, making you writhe under him in pleasure.

“you should dream about me more often.” you stuttered through whimpers and choso’s harsh thrusts. and honestly? choso couldn’t agree more.

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[puck-luck]

16 of hearts with nico hischier please🥹 (quinn as backup🙏)

warnings: oral fem!receiving, lots of relationship banter, references to unprotected p in v

wc: 340

You press a hand to your chest, monitoring its rise and fall.

Nico continues lapping at your cunt lazily, being gentle after bringing you to your peak. He ignores your clit, something you’re grateful for, because there’s no way you can handle the zapping pleasure of another orgasm so soon.

“How do you feel?” Nico asks. He traces his tongue along your folds, occasionally laying it flat and lathering your entrance.

“Gooey,” you reply. 

Nico chuckles, pulling away from your pussy and pressing his lips together. “Gooey,” he repeats. “Sounds like I’ve done my job.”

“Mm, you have, and now we can finish going about our day,” you say, acting coy. You know that Nico’s grown hard just from eating you out. You know it because he was grinding against the bed just before you came. You forcibly struggle against Nico’s grip, attempting to close your legs and leave him high and dry.

“Hey,” Nico interjects with a laugh. He settles his hands against your hips and pushes them back into place. “Get back down here, we’re not done yet.”

“No?” You ask, faux-incredulously. “We’re not?”

“Absolutely not,” Nico says. He pushes himself up like he’s doing a push-up, then comes level with your face. He kisses you, sliding his tongue into your mouth. When he pulls away, he continues. “I still have to come, baby. I want to do that while I’m inside you.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, nuzzling his nose with your own in an Eskimo kiss. “Aren’t you greedy,” you tease.

“Very,” Nico says. “But I think you’ll enjoy it just as much as I will.” He grinds his cock against your hip, precum trailing across your skin.

You bite back a smile. “You think so?” You ask.

“Yeah, I think so,” Nico plays along.

“I don’t know,” you hum noncommittally. “You’ll have to prove it to me.”

“Aha,” Nico drones, reaching down so he can align himself with your core. He pushes his tip inside you, rolling his hips forward. “Say less, baby.”

[27spoons]

Ecclesiastes | Religion in History

paring: charlotte matthews/fem!reader

summary: You expected a sleepy lecture on religious history.

wc: 340

warnings: none

a/n: this is super short cus its really just me putting out feelers to see how many people would be interested in this biauygauiga

ao3 / masterlist

NEXT - II. LECTIO DIVINA

HISTORY 372: RELIGION IN HISTORY

You sigh as you slide into your usual spot near the middle of the lecture hall, tossing your bag to the floor with a dull thud before digging out your textbook and battered Dell Inspiron. The room buzzes with idle chatter, chairs scraping loudly against the linoleum as everyone settles in.

It's your junior year at Princeton. You're minoring in both history and sociology, and this course is one of the last hurdles standing between you and completing the former.

You've heard good things about the instructor—Professor Braxton. You've never had him before, but he's got decent reviews on Rate My Professor and a reputation for being "chill, if a little long-winded." Honestly? You'll take it.

Your laptop groans as it boots up, the fan wheezing like it’s trying to lift off. You keep meaning to replace it, but between work-study shifts and actual studying, it just hasn’t happened yet.

The noise starts to die down. A sharp click echoes through the space—heels on linoleum—and the energy in the room shifts.

"Who the fuck is that?" the guy next to you murmurs under his breath. "That’s not Braxton."

You glance up—and nearly drop your pen.

It's not Braxton. It's a woman. Tall. Dressed in a long, black dress that swishes as she walks. She moves like she owns the place—or doesn't care who does.

"Hello everyone," she says, her voice smooth, warm, and somehow impossible to ignore. "I know you were expecting Alan, but an urgent matter demanded his attention. He won’t be teaching this course."

She turns her back to the room, pulling a whiteboard marker from her satchel with fluid ease. Her handwriting is neat, slanted, and almost too elegant for a lecture hall.

"I'll be assuming his position," she continues, still writing. "My name is Professor Charlotte Matthews. You may call me Professor Matthews." She caps the marker, turns back toward the room, and offers the kind of smile that feels both inviting and dangerous.

"Welcome to History 372: Ecclesiastes and the Antichrist."

[dailylcy]

06. some people fall in love, i just fall

wc: 340 — slightly suggestive on slide 9

It didn’t help that you woke up later than you planned to and anton might already have a crush, you also ran out of milk and couldn’t make your daily coffee, so you decided to go to the convenience store that’s 5 minutes away to buy some , One second, you were walking normally. The next, your foot caught onto something, and you were midair.

Pain shot through your knee as you hit the solid pavement, and just as you were trying to act like nothing happend, a familiar voice made it so much worse.

“Are you okay?” You looked up, Oh no.

Anton bent down to you, his eyes filled with concern.

“I — uh — yeah!” you blurted. “Just… testing gravity. Still works! as you can see..”

Anton let out a small laugh, but the moment you tried to stand, pain shot through your knee, and you cried in pain. Instantly, his hands steadied you.

“Yeah, no. You shouldn’t walk on that.” He glanced around for a second. “My place is close. Come on.”

Before you could protest, he moved your arm over his shoulder, effortlessly supporting your weight as he helped you limp to his apartment.

The second you stepped inside, you were hit with the scent of vanilla. You barely had time to take it in before Anton sat you gently on the couch.

“Stay here, i’m gonna go grab something” he said, disappearing into the kitchen. A few moments later, he returned with an ice pack, kneeling in front of you as he pressed it to your knee. “Is this better?”

You swallowed. “Y-yeah. Thank you.”

Anton nodded, then smirked slightly. “Though, I have to say… I didn’t expect to see you literally falling for me.”

Your brain short-circuited. Groaning, you covered your face. “Oh my god.”

Anton chuckled, patting your head. “you should rest. I’ll go get you something to drink.”

As he walked off, you peeked through your fingers, watching him move effortlessly in his space.

Yep. You were done for.

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[fanfaire]

SHE AVOIDS MEETING WRIOTHESLEY'S GLANCES. and it is only thanks to the poise of five centuries on life's grandest stage that she manages to school most of the visible clumsiness from showing as plainly on her face as it does in the duke's rare stammered reply. how truly extraordinary this gentleman must be, to win not just one, but two such mythical reactions from the fortress' staid warden in short order.

"if you can spare the time, you ought to just come with us," she recovers apace, setting her cup of tea back down and dabbing at lip delicately with the provided cloth, elegantly embroidered. "both of us would be looking for only the most authentic, thorough experience. if a foreigner were to wander fontaine all by themselves hoping to understand the wealth of its desserts, i can only imagine all the rare delights they'd miss if an expert such as myself wasn't there to guide them."

in any case, she wasn't all too eager for a repeat of the rather bumbling——if still valuable——journey they'd taken together through natlan, just the two of them. . . . come to think of it, they had begun to make something of a pattern of these trips, hadn't they.

at that moment, the gentle rattle of one of the laden food-bearing carts drawing close to their table catches her attention, fortunately saving her at least temporarily from further embarrassment. the first and second of its three tiers are stacked high with towers of small bamboo bowls of varying heights, of which only the topmost's contents are visible ; without craning her neck impolitely, from her angle she can only make out a glimpse of white buns and some manner of thin, flaky wrap in a dark sauce. she glances to their host for some indication on decorum. "earlier, i'd seen some people just stopping these carts to order their food. monsieur zhongli, how should we best. . . ?" the server pushing the cart, as though sensing furina's attention, slows as she draws toward their table with polite expectation.　/　@jadeshielded

IT'S NOT A TEA PARTY.

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