#summative project

[siyratiin]

it's midnight? I should be sleeping? hah, you fool. I'm actually tending to my dinosaur museum look at my brachiosaurus

[mercillery]

⚠️ BLACK CLOVER CHAPTER 370 LEAKS. SPOILER ISNT TOO BIG BUT STILL ⚠️

UGH HIS SMIRK LOOK AT THAT HANDSOME SMIRK I CANT HE’S SO ❤️❤️❤️

[theminiartblog]

Sorry, I've been writing and being radicalized, have some baby twins for your time.

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

i think my teachers are trying to kill me

[autism-corner]

scary

[everlastingserenitys]

SMILE FOR THE PICTURE <3

summ. you asked the best photographer in your school to help take pictures of you for your project, not take a video of you guys doing it!

pairing. Caleb x f!reader cw. nerd!caleb, p in v, fingering, masturbation, recording during sex, creampie, dirty thoughts, kissing, handjob, college au, petnames, dirty talk, kitchen sex, 3.7k wc (wtf omg) a/n. hello yes this is kiindaa based off this post ... I just added a tiny switch up hehe

“Is that all you need help with?” Caleb asked, his eyes darting around the library and back at you.

“Please Caleb?”

A tired sigh escaped his lips, he pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head in disbelief, “So what you’re saying is that you want me to take pictures of you for your project?”

You nod.

“I don’t believe it, why do you need me?”

An annoyed sigh escaped your lips and you leaned in closer, being just centimeters away from his face.

“I heard you’re the best photographer and editor, so I need someone to help me so I can pass the class… so, please, just help me this one time?”

Caleb lightly rolled his eyes and stared at you before agreeing, “fine I’ll do it—but I’ll need something in return.”

“I’ll give you anything, Alright? I’ll email you some of my photos and then we can move on from there.” You say, sliding over a scrap piece of paper with your email displayed on it and walked off.

You didn’t even let him speak the second you skipped away from him and headed over to your little friends, giggling and loudly walking yourself out the library, practically announcing to everyone that you’re leaving.

Caleb glared at your figure already leaving the library and sighed against his seat, at least he’ll have something to do for the night.

As the day progressed Caleb was already in his dorm, studying for his other subjects. It was late in the evening and he had totally forgotten about the little deal you made with him, until he heard a crackle sound beneath him.

An exasperated sigh left his lips and he reached in his pocket for the tiny piece of paper with your email on it, he rested it in front of him as his fingers instinctively started typing away on his laptop.

Without realizing or reading over what he had written, the email had already been sent to you. Caleb panicked and tried to find out how to edit, or even delete to send it again, but when nothing was popping up he closed his laptop and attempted to distract himself before you responded.

A few minutes passed and a ding blared through Caleb's laptop. A shaky sigh escaped his lips before he carefully opened up his laptop and checked his emails. He refreshed countless times until, finally your response loaded up.

Caleb read the reply out loud and hovered his cursor over the pdf files of multiple photos you sent, “‘hey these are the photos’, yada yada…mmh alright.” After a second of hesitating he finally brought the courage to click on the photos.

And they were…beautiful.

Caleb was starstruck. He scrolled through the five photos you sent and inspected every single one, eyeing every perfect curve, your pretty eyes, practically just admiring you.

He never really talked to you, mainly because he thought you wouldn't talk to him if he tried talking to you first, but when you stepped up and spoke to him first, Caleb felt like it had to be a prank. Whether it was for the project or not, he didn't mind it, in fact, he’d probably want to work with you again, if he could.

He exited out of the pictures, getting ready to write his reply when he noticed you sent something else. Only captioning the file with ‘and a little surprise for you <3 you look like you’d be into this so i hope this gives you a little motivation !!’

Curious, Caleb clicked on the file without thinking and immediately regretted it. Well, was it regret? Definitely not. Caleb’s perverted eyes scanned at every part of the scandalous photo you sent. He brought his shaky hands to his mouse and instinctively started zooming in on every part.

“Damn it.” he murmured, squirming around his chair as he tried to hold himself back from touching himself, even though the last time he actually masturbated to someone was years before his third year in college, he didn't want to just break the streak when he knows damn well you will leave him once this project was over.

But one time wouldn't hurt, right? I mean, he was practically aching down there.

Caleb brought his fingers to the waistband of his shorts and played with it as he imagined different dirty scenarios with you. He eventually slid his fingers under his shorts, grabbing onto his hard, searing length, wrapping his cold fingers around it. He pumped his fist in a quick motion, staring at your picture through his already teary eyes, captivating every pixel he could see through his blurry vision.

“Ah-shit..” he whined, bucking his hips forward and soon brought his other hand to his cock, pretending it was yours. That thought just turned him on even more and he was practically trying everything to hold himself back from coming too early.

He glanced back at the picture, his glasses were slightly slipping off his nose but he didnt care. He yanked his head back, his pace going even quicker on himself and he was so, soo, clo–

“Fuck..”

Spurs of white pellucid mixture dripped out of Caleb, most of it getting on his desk and papers all over the desk. He breathed heavily as his violet eyes stared into in the ceiling, rethinking his fucking choices.

A few minutes passed and Caleb took a cold shower and eventually cleaned up himself, and the desk. He sat back on desk, reopening his laptop and quickly went to reply to your email. God, he was worried how he was going to face you the next day.

His fingers hovered over the light keys illuminating through his laptop, a response was stuck somewhere in the back of his head but he couldn't bring it back to him. He pondered for a moment, his mind spiraling with many, many thoughts, none of them were recollecting what he was going to say.

Caleb let out an annoyed groan and hit his head on his desk repeatedly. He’ll just respond tomorrow, when his mind was cleared out.

The next day after his classes were over, Caleb headed to the library to study for a bit. He put his ear buds in and started reading his book. But as he was too distracted by the gibberish of numbers and letters that somehow keeps him captivated the whole time he's studying, he didn't notice a presence in front of him.

A minute passed, and he still didn't notice. That was until someone yanked his earbuds off which caused Caleb to flinch dramatically. He looked up to see who disturbed his peace, about to stand up for himself until he realized it was you.

“What..”

“Why’d you not respond last night?”

Caleb's face flushed in a light pink tone, but he remained calm, a small smirk rested on his lips as he was trying to think of an excuse on the spot. He couldn't just tell you that he got off at the seductive picture you totally sent to rile him up with.

“I was too tired too, sorry. But I saw everything you sent.”

“You did?” you grin, leaning in closer as you stared into his eyes.

“Mhm, everything.”

“Did you like the surprise picture?” you said, a hint of teasing laced in your voice as you watched for Caleb's reaction. He was trying to act tough so badly, but you noticed how difficult it was for him to keep up the tough act and that just made you want to push his limits even further.

“Caleb?” you whisper.

Caleb’s Adam's apple bobbed up and down the second you whispered his name and he avoided your gaze, “..yeah.” he mumbled, his voice dropping five octaves deeper. You smile and pull away from him, looking down at him before shrugging.

“If you read the email–which I doubt you did–I told you to come over to my place tonight to take some practice pictures.”

“Practice? Wait, when did you even say that?” Caleb frantically started typing on his computer and pulled out the email. Embarrassment washed through his whole face when he read the first email which he totally ignored.

“I see…”

“Uh huh, the pictures I sent you last night were for reference, you know? How you’re going to take them and etcetera.” you fan your hands at him and Caleb stared at you for a good minute before nodding and closing his laptop, notebook, everything lying on the desk.

“Why’re you packing up right now?”

“Well? Why don’t we start early? I have studying to do and I don't want to spend the whole night taking pictures of you.”

You open your mouth, hesitant to say something but when no words could get out, you zipped your lips shut and turned around, walking yourself out of the library. You took small glances to see if Caleb was actually following you, when you noticed he was just a few meters away, you nodded to yourself and continued to walk to your place.

A ten minute walk later both you and Caleb end up at the front door of your apartment. You grab the keys from your purse and turn around, looking at Caleb while the key is shoved deep in the keyhole.

“Wait here, and do you have your camera?”

Caleb nods and rests his shoulder against the wall next to him. You nod and head inside your place. Caleb assumed you were cleaning it up so he leaned back and patiently waited as the sounds of shuffling and stuff moving around were getting louder and louder by the second.

A few minutes pass and you open the door letting Caleb in. Caleb looked around your whole place, his eyes darting on every piece of furniture that was definitely your style, and soon averting his gaze to the large window that showed off the view from outside.

It was already close to sunset and the lightning looked amazing to take pictures with. Caleb brought out his camera and tried turning it on when his worst nightmare happened.

“Dead?”

“Dead.”

A minute of silence echoed through the room, you and Caleb looked at each other before awkwardly chuckling at each other.

“I have a charger, be right back.” you say.

Caleb nodded and sat against your kitchen counter, fidgeting the camera around his fingers before you came back and slid the charger to him. He nodded in appreciation and quickly went to put his camera to charge.

“What should we do now?” Caleb asked, glancing at you then back at his camera.

You ponder for a moment then an idea lights up in your head, “Come, i’ll show you more of my photos so you can get an idea on what to do.” you unwillingly grab onto Caleb's wrist and drag him to your bedroom.

Which looked fairly normal, a little basic. Just a desk consisting of two monitors lying on it, a bookshelf, and your bed. You drag Caleb to your desk and you plop on the chair, unlocking your monitor in a quick movement and pulling out your camera roll.

“Some pictures may be weird so don't mind it, okay?”

Caleb nodded and glued his eyes to your monitor.

As the time went on and you were showing dozens upon dozens of photos to him, that's when your camera roll started to look a little too explicit and Caleb swore you were doing it on purpose.

“Oh whoops!” you giggle, letting Caleb quickly look at the explicit pictures of you, and at this point he wasn’t complaining. He wasn’t going to show that he liked it, but something else was about to shatter him from this nonchalant persona.

He watched you scroll through the pictures as his bottom half felt numb. Caleb looked at the bottom of the camera roll and noticed you were almost at the end of it, just a few more pictures to go and he could go to the bathroom to fix the problem down there.

When you finally showed the last picture Caleb nodded and enthusiastically told you how he knew exactly what he was doing and started backing away from your desk. You raise an eyebrow and get up from your seat walking behind him.

“Where's the bathroom?” Caleb asked, looking left and right at the two different hallways that could lead to anywhere. You peered your head up and brushed past him, but mistakenly stumbled over his shoelace and grabbed onto his thigh to catch yourself.

“Cal–uh..”

Your eyes widened and you looked up at Caleb's flushed look and down to your hand which was not on his thigh.

“Don’t move, please…” he mumbled, covering half his face with his hand as he carefully stepped back, but he was too much in a haze to even focus. He tripped on himself and stumbled against you again, making your hand practically rub on his boner.

“Shit…”

“You said you wanted something in return, why don’t I give you the favor right now and then you could take my pictures, how’s that?” you say, looking up at caleb who was still flushed bright red at the situation happening at the moment.

“I- fine..” he nodded and you smiled, sliding your fingers under his pants, slowly pulling them down and stare at his leaking bulge imprinting his boxers. Eventually, you pull his boxers down and let his cock spring out and, Fuck.

You wrap your fingers around his length and pump your fist in a slow, rhythmic movement, letting Caleb savour the time. Loud whines filled the room and you continued the same pace as you watched his reaction.

“Mo–ngh”

“Hmm?”

“More..” he breathed, Caleb's fingers slid in your hair and he pulled your head up so you could look at him. “Please.”

You smirk and fasten the pace on him, after one hand starts getting tired, you bring your other one and do the same movements to his cock. Both your hands were on his hard, sticky length. With one hand circling around the tip and the other pumping his full length Caleb was practically moaning like a virgin.

You slick your thumb on his tip and leaned in closer, about to make your mouth get put to use but Caleb stopped you and shook his head, “not yet..,‘m close” he groaned, his voice echoed through the room which sent shivers down your spine.

“You’re close? Then why don’t you hold it in.” you challenge, pulling your hands away from his cock and staring up at caleb who looked like he was going to die without the feeling of your hands on his.

“Hold it in, can you do that?” you whisper, getting up from your knees and leaned in closer, your hot breath ghosted against Caleb's skin. But Caleb couldnt even spit out any words, his eyes flicker on yours and before you could tease him further he crashed his lips on yours.

Caught off guard, you reciprocate the kiss and push him further against the wall, grabbing onto the sides of his face as you push yourself closer against him. Your bodies were practically molded together and Caleb lightly bit on your lip when he felt you grinding yourself against him.

His fingers made their way to your waist and soon snaked down to your pants, toying with the edges of it before pulling them down. His fingers slid lower on your body and soon reached your soaking, dripping cunt.

He slid a finger inside you and stroked a slow, deliberate pattern, stimulating and stretching you out before he put his cock inside you. He was holding himself back so bad but he lets the last drops of self control drip down him before he rams his cock inside you.

“Let me…” Caleb whispered, pulling his fingers out of you and stared at the mess coated on his fingers. You grunt and press yourself against him, he takes it as an indication that he can put himself inside you and without thinking he does it right away.

“urgh w-wait–” before you could tell Caleb to go to your bed or another room he lifted you up and pressed his tip against your soaking entrance, slowly pushing himself inside. He wasn't even a quarter in and you felt like you were full, you cling onto him as he lifts your body up and down on his cock.

“K-kitchen” you moan, burying your head on his shoulder. Caleb nods and effortlessly walks towards the kitchen with half his length inside you. You felt him press you against the counter and slightly pull himself away so he could see your face.

Caleb stared at you with love and lust filled in his eyes, his glasses were barely on him, his eyes were teary, and fuck he still looked like a beauty. You yanked your head back when you felt him sink deeper inside you, his tip practically hitting every right spot, and you felt like you were in heaven.

You wink your eyes open and get used to your surroundings again and notice the camera was still charging next to you. Caleb watched your every move as you picked up the camera and flicked it on. It beeped for a moment and flashed unlocked.

When the camera was on you smiled and glanced at Caleb who was too much in a daze to know what you were doing and angle the camera directly at his beautiful face. You coo his name and he averted his gaze to the camera that was in your hands.

“Smile.” you manage to get out and notice Caleb smirk before you flash a picture. Your eyes widened as you clicked the picture and he looked heavenly. Caleb chuckled as he continued to ram himself in and out of you, using one of his hands to grab the camera.

“Let me see.” he murmured, resting his fingers on yours which were still on the camera. You carefully gave him the camera and he examined the photo, a menacing chuckle escaped his lips and he shook his head, “don’t I look great?” he chuckled.

“Mhm”

“Yeah?”

You nod again and Caleb angled the camera to you, his hands, which were once shaky weren't shaky anymore and he looked at you before looking back into the camera screen.

“Smile for the picture.”

Before you could let out a smile you felt Caleb shove his full length deep, deep inside you. A wave of shock went through you and you heard the camera shutter when you noticed he took a picture of an expression you made that was most definitely not a smile.

“That’s a good–mmph e-expression! Shit, do it again.” he whined, continuing to ram himself deep inside you, the impact of his hard tip abusing your cervix sent you to a spiral, you stared at Caleb through teary eyes and shook your head.

“Come on, baby.” he begged, still having the camera aimed at you. A loud moan escapes your lips and you roll your hips against Caleb’s. Caleb let loud a low whistle and lowered the camera to the view of his cock buried balls deep inside you.

“Look at t-that..” he chuckled, slowing the pace down. He was already close to release and he didn't want to pull away. Caleb kept the camera at the same angle it was at before and brought his other hand to your stretched out cunt, placing his thumb against the clit as he stretched it out and watched the mess pool out of you.

“You’re recording? A-and you-?!” you couldn't even get any more words out. Caleb nodded and apologized repeatedly.

“I'm sorry.. It was on a-accident” he coughed, shaking the camera around as he slowly started pulling himself out of you. The sounds of the slick seeping out of you filled the room and it just turned Caleb on even more, when he was just almost the tip out of you, Caleb angled the camera from your lower half to your face and thrusted himself back into you.

His pace was quick and his moans grew louder at every thrust he gave. Caleb was practically over the moon and the feeling was just something he wished to experience again. Caleb placed the camera down on the counter and aimed it where you both were in frame.

“Can you handle one more–y-yes? Or no?” he asked, leaning in closer to your face, his breath tickling on your warm skin, you nod and Caleb chuckled, lifting your legs over his shoulders and thrusted himself one more time.

“That's good, might as well go until the camera dies again, should we, baby?”

You didn't know how many rounds you both did, you were almost going to pass out midway through sex but Caleb somehow calmed you down and you stayed awake, didn’t pass out once no matter how many times he filled you up, it was like he was magic.

Both you and Caleb just finished getting cleaned up and you both were back at the kitchen. He held onto his camera as he went through the multiple photos and videos he took, the longest video being about an hour and a half long, which resulted in the camera dying just the second before you were going to cum.

Caleb smirked as he looked through the photos and one photo caught him by surprise, he inspected the photo and flipped the camera towards you. “You look good in this.” he said, as a death piercing gaze was locked on you.

“I’m practically clothless in that, what's so special about it?”

“You can keep it for your album of those types of photos…” he shrugged, turning the camera back towards him and looking at the photo again. You shrug and that's when you realized.

“We haven't taken my practice pictures yet!”

“Well, can you still do it, or should I come back tomorrow?” Caleb grinned, stepping towards you and stared into your eyes with a teasing look.

“Let's get it over with, today.”

Caleb frowned, “Okay one second,” He said, angling the camera at you again.

“Smile.”

part 2 of fly into your heart -> next work

[chlorinecake]

🎙️ star-crossed lovers 【 薄幸な恋人 】 ⛦

summ✩ry While collabing with your girl group and Enhypen for a special stage, forbidden feelings spark between you and the main dancer upon dorming together

p✩iring idol!niki x popstar!reader ✩ requested ✩

-> PART 2 HERE

genre band au, fluff, secret romance cw swearing, mild bullying, the word ‘sexy’ like once, kissing, girl drama, reader is younger than Niki wc 4.4k

“Ugh,” Serenity groaned as the hairstylist applied yet another thick layer of chocolate brown hair dye to her scalp.

“This gig better bring in some serious bank, because never in my life would I willingly collab with those overrated wannabes,” she exclaimed, taking a frustrated sip from her vanilla latte.

“Hey, people used to call us wannabe's, too, you know,” Haerin said quietly as she tucked her hands under the UV light.

“Yeah, you should be more mature about this, Serenity... like I always say, professionalism triumphs pride," you added, only half-engaged in the conversation as a certain online article caught your attention.

As the band leader, you were always in charge of everything, so Serenity and Haerin were used to you talking to them this way...

“I’m just glad that we're getting exposure,” Haerin smiled, thinking of the countless nights you and your group spent practicing routines and writing songs for auditions, "it's not often that artists like us get opportunity's to perform internationally."

“For real,” Serenity cheered, “Riot Grrlz for the win!”

The three of you put your hands out to make a circle, “Riot Grrlz for life,” Haerin exclaimed, forgetting that her nails hadn't fully dried yet.

"Whoops," she giggled, just as Jade, the oldest of your group, made her way from the bathroom.

“What took you so long in there?” Serenity asked cheekily, “I thought we were gonna have to call the fire department.”

“Ha ha, very funny,” Jade returned, taking a seat beside Haerin so she could get her nails done, too.

“You were talking to the enemy, weren’t you,” Serenity accused.

“No, Ren, I didn’t go behind your back and sell my soul to the devil for fame.”

“Not that enemy,” Serenity grinned, “I'm talking about Mr. Six Foot Moon Eyes.”

“Oooooo,” Haerin amused, pulling your attention away from your phone.

“Ugh, let it up guys. My crush on Sunghoon is long gone, especially now that we’re gonna be working together. Besides, I would never act so recklessly over romance.”

“Who said anything about reckless romance,” you teased, unintentionally giving Jade a full view of the article your were reading on your phone.

"Nobody,” she began, “but I’m surprised you even heard that over all your internet-stalking.”

You were scrolling through a K-Pop news feed when you came across a post.

It was titled: "Enhypen Rumored By Netizens To Be Collabing With THIS Rookie Western Girl Group."

"Shush," you whisper-yelled at Jade, "unless you’re trying to get our record deals pulled!"

Just last week, your management team made you and your group sign a contract of secrecy, swearing silence regarding unpublicized business projects and associations: this included your upcoming collab with Enhypen that Jade nearly just spoiled.

Although, in all honesty, the blog's use of the word "rookie" bothered you more than potentially breaking any contract rules.

"Relax, boss, it's practically a ghost town in here," Jade defended, drawing your attention to the near vacant salon space.

Ding.

It was an email from your manager.

He wanted to inform you all that your chauffeur would be ready around 2:45am to bring you guys to the airport.

"Jeez," you mumbled to yourself, "looks like I'm not getting much sleep tonight."

“Shit,” Serenity whined, “I haven’t even made enough time to brush up on my Korean yet!”

“Luckily me and Haerin here are bilingual baddies,” Jade giggled, giving the cat-eyed girl a fist punch.

“Ahh, watch my nails!!”

▶︎ ၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊| • • •

Your company's fashion crew was experimenting with different concepts, assigning each of your members an individual color to permanently represent: Serenity was teal, Jade was purple, Haerin was white, and you were pink.

Some time passed, an you and your group arrived in South Korea around 3:00pm.

Thanks to the fashion tech your management team hired, it wasn't obvious that you and the girls had been in and out of sleep for the past 13 hours.

You couldn't help but stalk the headlines about your group, as rumors about your Enhypen collab continued to spread like wildfire.

So much for swearing silence and secrecy, you thought to yourself.

South Korean pop media had already seemed to build a vendetta against your group, given that you were young, talented, and most importantly, from the states. The xenophobia of most K-netizens was disheartening at best, but you understood that hate was a part of success.

Besides, you were living the dream of many engenes at the moment — most of them would sell their siblings to be in your shoes right now.

“Ahh! This is unreal!!” Jade cheered excitedly in the back of the limousine. You guys had just left the airport around thirty minutes ago, after getting past the pesky crowd of paparazzi.

“I know right? Korean McNuggets slap way harder than back home,” Haerin added while munching on the salty snack.

“Don't get too comfy, Rinnie. We will leave you here,” Serenity joked.

You hadn't even realized the radio was playing until a certain guitar riff blared from the ceiling speakers.

"Oh hell no," Serenity immediately cringed, covering her ears as you, Jade, and Haerin exchanged knowing look, bringing imaginary microphones to your mouths in unison.

It was Enhypen's song Blessed-Cursed, Jay’s voice singing "We go!" over the radio.

"Go, go, go, go, go, go, GO!!" The three of you cheered, obnoxiously dancing to the choreo while sitting.

Memories of your group (minus Serenity) binge watching music videos at sleepovers resurfaced in your mind.

Usually, you'd only listen to throwback hits like Britney Spears or Rihanna, mostly because Rnb and Pop beats inspired your own art.

Still and all, Blessed-Cursed was one video that the three of you fell in love, way before your upcoming collab was even a thought.

"Don't get mad when I start recording you clowns," Serenity threatened, thoroughly amused by your behavior.

▶︎ ၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊| • • •

Upon arriving outside the Hybe Building, a trio of body guards guided you and your girls to an office room where the seven boys stood awkwardly around a large table.

Part of you still couldn't believe this was all actually happening, despite it being right in front of you.

“Hello! We are Enhypen,” Jungwon bowed as the guards exited the room.

Jay visibly cringed at his leaders words, “I promise we were told to introduce ourselves like that. Please don’t judge us.”

“Well, uhm… H-hi,” you stuttered, feeling a bit nervous, “We are the Riot Grrlz. It’s a pleasure being able to work with you all.”

Niki, the tallest of the boys, caught your attention immediately as he greeted you with a peace sign.

Was he always this cute?, you thought to yourself.

That’s when a lady dressed in all black barged through the glass door on the other side of the room.

“Sorry to interrupt… well, not really. Me and the Enhypen boys are already well familiar with each other, but you ladies can call me Kim,” she greeted, waltzing into the office as if owning the place.

She was a fast talker, so you knew you’d have to pay attention to what she was saying or else you might miss something.

“I hope you made use of each others time and gathered everyone’s names? Phone numbers?”

”We were just in the middle of that before you came in, Miss Kim,” Sunoo clarified.

“Very well then. You have a total of 15 minutes to lock in dorming arrangements. As you’ll see on this clipboard here…”

She paused mid-sentence, holding the clipboard dumbly.

“God, can one of you take this thing already?”

“Oh- sorry,” Heeseung chuckled nervously, taking the clipboard from the fiery woman.

“As I was saying, there are four rooms for the eleven of you to somehow divide. And no, just because you’re all hormonal young adults, none of you get a free pass to break the no-dating rule.”

“No-dating rule? What is this, a detention center,” Serenity mumbled.

Kim cleared her throat, feigning a smile as she glared at Serenity with narrowed eyes, “This is a place of utmost professionalism, Princess Land of The Free. If you have a problem adhering to the rules in place here, you are more than welcome to leave.”

“A-and after that? The fifteen minutes, I mean,” Haerin blurted out shyly.

“All of you will meet back in the main lobby, where you will be guided accordingly.”

Miss Kim turned of her black boots, beelining to the door with powerful strides, “The timer starts now” she called out, closing the door behind her.

And with that began your group discussion of rooming arrangements. Unfortunately, though, things didn’t get off to a particularly nice start.

“Are you effing kidding me?” Serenity asked rudely, screwing her eyes toward a now annoyed Heeseung, “Why can't we just get separate hotel rooms?!?”

“Look, there's no perfect way to go about this," he sighed, crossing out the roommate pairs you all had just agreed on. "So you either humble yourself, or sleep in the bathtub for the next two weeks."

“Really guys, the math is simple,” Jake started, “There’s eleven of us and only four rooms to choose from. Nine of us will be divided in groups of three, and the remaining two will share the last room together.”

"Cool! Me, ____, and Jade can share the first room together!" Haerin obliged with a smile.

"Perfect, and where will I go?" Serenity questioned, mocking Haerin's excitement.

"The bathtub, right?" Jay teased, provoking Serenity to argue with him.

Meanwhile, you attempted to make peace with everyone willing to listen, “Guys, I agree with Jake. We need to make a decision quickly before Kim gets back.”

“Right. Everyone in favor of room number 1, provide a show of hands,” Heeseung said, Jay and Jake raising their hands with him.

"And for room 2?" Jungwon initiated, raising his hand with Jade and Haerin.

A pout formed on Jade's face once she realized that Sunghoon wasn't in the same pair as her.

"3's the magic number, I guess…" Sunghoon offered, Serenity raising her hand with him.

Now it was just you, Sunoo, and Niki remaining.

"I'll group with 3, too. All of our name's start with "S," so it just makes sense that way," Sunoo joined shyly.

"Welp, now that leaves the final room for me and..."

"Me..." Niki spoke with a deep voice, flashing a mysterious half-smile-half-smirk that you knew would haunt your mind later.

"Me and me... the odd one's out! Wow, that's actually perfect!" Jake cheered just as the lady in black strut back in.

“Times up,” she said, taking the clipboard from Heeseung to analyze the finalized dorming plans.

“Hmm, interesting,” she mumbled to herself, tucking the clipboard under her arm.

You all made your way down to the main lobby, just as Kim instructed.

One of the security guards mentioned that Hybe suggested a dinner outing for your group and Enhypen as a way to end the night before you started work the next day… or maybe it was mostly a way to officially confirm the rumors about your collab.

Upon arriving, everyone sat at separate tables, divided according to who they agreed to room with.

Although Niki seemed quiet at first, you and him were giggling the babies the entire time you ate.

“Poor Jungwon. He’s gonna be sandwiched between Jade and Haerin for the next two weeks, his biggest fans,” you joked.

“Nah, Sunghoon and Sunoo have it way worse. Serenity’s attitude is enough to send me running,” Niki chuckled, shaking his head.

"Speaking of running, how come you were appointed leader over your group even though you’re a baby," Niki teased.

"Not you baby-shaming me! I was born in 06', you've barely got any experience on me."

"I've had an entire YEAR to catch up on things, for your information."

"Things like what? Potty training?"

"Pfft, probably..." he replied, going quiet for a second before continuing, "If you ever need help, though, I don’t mind practicing with you after hours.”

"Sounds like fun, but that might be past my bedtime," you pouted playfully, taking one of the fries off his plate.

"Hmm."

"Hmm what?"

"Nothing, I just didn't take you as the type to follow rules," he smirked, taking a sip from his soda.

"I guess it depends on what rules we're breaking. Whether it’s worth it or not."

"So rule breaking is a “we” thing now, huh?"

"Probably..." you smiled, the cool breeze of the foreign air sending shivers down your spine.

Or maybe that had something to do with Niki?

Before you knew it, it was time to head back to your dorms for the night. You knew rehearsals in South Korea were taken a lot more seriously than where you're from, so you needed all the rest you could get.

▶︎ ၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊| • • •

Day one was easy.

The main focus was recording voice samples in the studio, experimenting with different harmonies, and training your vocals as needed.

Now you were on day two, which started with a quick vocal session, leading into the dance rehearsal warm-up right after. After stretching, the studio was split in half, girls taking the left side and boys taking the right.

You all wore numbers on your back. This way, there wouldn’t be any confusion when any of your were being called.

Niki was assigned number eleven, and you had number one.

According to Jake, the numbers were disseminated based on skill level, and out of the 11 of you, that made Niki first place… and you the very last.

As rehearsals went on, your placement was proving to be true.

You were struggling to keep up with the choreography and it was really starting to bug you.

"Are you feeling okay," Niki asked as you sighed for what sounded like the hundredth time.

"Yea, I'm fine, it’s just this footwork is a bit tricky," you admitted.

“Aww, the smallest number for our most inexperienced contributor,” Serenity teased, making a pass at both your age and inability to get this one move right.

“I may be the youngest out of all of us, but I was appointed head over our group for a reason,” you snapped back.

“Yea… and it still shocks me to this day,” she mumbled, Jade and Haerin pausing to listen now.

You scoffed at her ignorance, putting your hands on your hips, “As if you could lead the Riot Grrlz any better.”

Serenity gave you a look that made you wanna drop here right there in front of everyone.

You never understood why she always had an attitude over the simplest things, and given the current work setting, your tolerance for her bull crap was at an all time low.

“Right, the Riot Grrlz. “Rookie Western Girl Group,” huh? And you expect me to be proud of that?”

“With pride of lionesses, of course,” Jade pitched in, leaning down to fasten her shoelaces.

“We should really keep working on our routine, guys,” Haerin mumbled quietly, causing the raging brunette diva to roll her eyes.

Meanwhile, the boys seemed to be getting along rather well with their part of the routine, completely blind to the chaos brewing at their left.

And by the boys, I mean all of them except Niki and Jake, who were both too distracted by your girl drama.

Way to go embarrassing myself again, you thought to yourself

“You’re new to this sort of training, aren’t you,” Jake asked curiously.

“What, did my shitty dance moves give it away?”

You know it wasn’t Jake’s fault, but you were started to doubt your abilities as an artist and performer.

Even Serenity felt as though you were letting your group down.

“You’re not a shitty dancer, ____,” Niki answered, walking closer to you.

“Yeah, Niki’s right. You shouldn’t put so much pressure on yourself,” Jake added.

“Exactly! Just focus on your strengths,” Serenity pitched in, “your vocals, for example. You might ruin the dance routine, but at least you’ll save all the high notes with Heeseung.”

It was clear that you and Niki were equally fed up with Serenity’s toxicity.

“Okay, can everybody clear out for a moment," Niki clapped, causing everyone to back up against the walls almost instantly.

He pulled you by the hand, turning you to face him as he called out to Sunoo, "Put on a random dance track, real quick. Something upbeat, please."

“Gotcha!”

Turning back to you, Niki took your chin in his hand, making your eyes meet his. “Just follow my lead, okay?” He whispered, taking off the bracelet he wore before sliding it on your wrist, “Do you trust me?”

“Niki...” you started, not sure of what he was trying to do.

“I need you to feel the music, ____. Let it control you," he said, stepping away as a short remix of "Buttons" by the Pussycat Dolls blared from the radio.

You could hear an amused Serenity and Sunghoon chuckle a bit at Sunoo’s choice of song, but Niki remained serious.

His gaze met the ground before he started freestyling to the song, letting his mind and body get used to the rhythm as he flowed to the beat. You stood awkwardly beside him, not feeling up to dance at the moment.

He caught sight of you standing and nudged your shoulder, "Loosen up, ____," he smiled, finally starting to feel the song himself.

You started by mirroring his movements at first, adding a few steps to make it fit your own style more.

"See? Now you're getting it," he encouraged again, pulling you toward him so you could dance together.

Your friends and the boys cheered you and Niki on while you two danced as if choreographed.

The track ended with Niki's had on your waist, both of your chests heaving from all the action.

Haerin's jaw dropped as she struggled to find the right words or any words to say, “That was…”

“Sexy!” Heeseung smirked while playfully fanning himself, making Niki turn his face in embarrassment.

You could feel your own face getting hot now, too, especially with everyone staring.

"Relax, Rinnie, you're acting like you've never seen a guy dance with a girl before," Jade chuckled.

"N-not... n-never like THAT,” Haerin said with a shocked face, “____, you're amazing!"

"Thanks," you smiled shyly, eyes falling back the bracelet Niki put around your wrist.

"Keep it... it's a good luck charm," he replied softly.

"Alright, alright. You guys can loosen up each other's buttons on your own time," Serenity snapped, interrupting everyone's gawking.

"Right... On second thought, it’s time for our break," Jay called, handing you and Niki a rag for your sweat.

"Great job, you guys. See you in 20," Jungwon added.

"Come on, girls," you chirped, picking up your gym bag as you took a sip from your water jug, heading towards the studio exit.

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The rest of the day continued according to your work schedule. One vocal practice followed the other as the initially difficult routine felt more natural with each retake.

You also made a stop by Hybe's fashion team, getting your measurements taken so they could design your outfit for the upcoming stage.

Although this was a work trip, you were having a blast in Korea so far. You liked getting to work with the new people and trying different foods. You especially liked being roomies with Niki.

He was super talented, chill, yet flirty at the same time.

No wonder his fans go so crazy over him, you thought to yourself.

“Hey, ____,” Niki called out, jogging to catch up as you made your way from the dance studio after going back to get the pair of headphones you forgot near the water cooler.

“I wanna show you something…,” he announced, “Well, a thing I like to do.”

“Mhm, and what’s that?” You asked playfully.

He chuckled, “Just a thing that I can’t get away with while in idol mode. My secret escape... Are you interested?”

You meditated on his words before answering, considering the early curfew outlined by both your managers, and how it was already 8:00 at night, “It’s getting pretty late, you know… Is it gonna take long?”

He giggled again, this time leaning into you. “Only if you’re indecisive.”

The sounds of your sneakers tapping against the shiny tiled floors bounced off the hallway walls.

Like you said, girls would sell souls to be in your shoes right now: there’s no way you were gonna pass up on a chance to hang out with Niki…

A chance to explore this reckless romance.

“Ok, let’s go, but we have to be back by midnight,” you agreed.

“Ok, Cinderella. We’re not too far from where I wanna show you,” he beamed, fighting the urge to hold your hand as you followed him out of the Hybe Building, clashing into the night.

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The place was reminiscent of a skate park, graffitied ramp-like walls cupping you and Niki in the surface of the arena.

There were a few other people present, but they seemed more wrapped up in their own little worlds to even look your way…

The moon shined behind the thin clouds of the sky, basking you and Niki’s skin with an ethereal glow.

“This is it!” He gestured with open arms, “my secret escape.”

You tucked your hands in your pockets as it was a bit cold out, “A shared secret place?” You corrected, pointing out the tiny groups of people hanging around.

Niki pushed the hoodie from over his head, revealing his two-toned mane, “I guess you could say that… they’re all idols, here. Just like me. They get why I do this.”

“Why you do what,” you inquired, stepping over a few random rocks that decorated the path.

“Why I dance,” he answered almost immediately, looking you in the eyes, “for myself.”

He took a few steps away from you, swaying to the music that rippled from one of the mystery people’s carry-radios.

Like earlier, you mirrored his moves at first, adding your own adjustments based on intuition.

Feeling.

You had so many more questions to ask, but in this moment, you focused on Niki and the way he moved.

The small groups of people developed into a crowd within a matter of seconds, joining you and Niki along with the music.

Although everyone was doing their own thing, in a strange way if felt harmonious.

Some people danced calmly, others were more wild. Either way, you were starting to understand what Niki meant.

Being able to express yourself away from prying eyes, scornful comments, flashing cameras, or a number 1 sign on your back was invigorating.

The music was still going when Niki grabbed your hand and pulled you to the side, a soft look taking over his features.

“Kiss me,” he whispered, staring into your eyes.

“W-what?”

“I just need to know that what I’m feeling right now is real.”

You took his face in your hands, trying to make yourself feel more in control of the situation, “Niki, I don’t think we should do this. Your manager outlined pretty strict rules.”

He paused before responding, “Remember what you said at the restaurant the first day we met?”

His grip on your hands remained delicate despite how strongly he felt for you.

“About us breaking rules together… only if it’s worth it.”

“Exactly,” he smiled, leaning in, “I knew they didn’t call you a riot girl for nothing.”

His lips connecting with yours like a puzzle piece, both your hearts fluttering as if they’d grown butterfly wings.

You felt like your world was spinning at twice its original speed, but at the same time, the moment felt still.

Niki tilted his head, deepening the kiss as he braced a hand at your waist, pulling you closer before finally letting go.

“I like you, ____. Like, a lot,” he confessed, taking in the dreamy expression displayed on your face.

Your mind went blank.

“Say something? Please,” he urged, taking your hands in his.

A smile wavered over your features as you kissed him back on the lips, feeling as though you both stopped breathing for a moment.

“I like you too, Niki. But isn’t this pretty risky?”

“You said so yourself, risks don’t count if it’s worth it,” he nearly whispered.

“Well,” you began, still holding onto him, “if we’re gonna do this, it has to stay between us… no one else can find out.”

And just like that, you were now secretly dating your roommate / coworker / Enhypen’s main dancer and maknae / one of K-pop’s most sought after It-Boy’s, all in a three days.

Great.

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You and Niki made it back to you dorm rooms undetected. It seemed like everyone else was either too tired or too busy to notice that you two were out for so long.

Unlocking the door to as quietly as possible, you and Niki took light steps, trying not to disturb anyone or draw attention to yourselves.

Once the door was closed, you both bust out in a fit of laughter for reasons you didn’t understand nor cared to understand.

You didn’t need a reason laugh when Niki was around… it’s kind of just something that started to happen over the last couple days.

“What’s your secret to performing so well?” You asked him, both laying face-up on the lower bunk bed together.

“Hmm, I feel like nervousness is a strength. It pushes you to go forward in a sense…”

“Yeah… I get that. Sometimes, I feel like being calm is dangerous. It puts you in a safe space, when performing should be all about taking chances.”

“Right,” he agreed, resting a hand over his stomach, “Speaking of chances, they’re precious, you know? I never just assume I’ll get another opportunity to dance.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Like…” he sighed, trying to find the right words, “Every time I get on stage… in front of those lights… in front of my fans… I perform-”

“As if it’s your last…” you answered for him.

“Yeah, that,” he chuckled, running a hand through his hair, “You know, it’s really nice talking to someone who gets me… the dancer part of me.”

“Of course, it’s really nice talking to you, too, Niki,” you smiled softly.

Breaking the calmness of the moment, he sat up in his elbows, meeting your face.

“Top or bottom?” He asked, referring to where you wanted to sleep for the night.

You crawled over his body, climbing into the upper bunk of the bed and laying down to finally rest.

“Good night, number 11,” you teased, snuggling into the mattress.

“Rest well, number 1. Big day tomorrow.”

🎙️ For my baby, @microwvdstrawb3rri3s, I hope it was worth the wait ~ And yes, before you ask, there will be a second part 💕

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@ashgonedash, I still felt bad about forgetting to tag you earlier 👑 so here you go, my love :3

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[bigsoggyboots]

Pre-Engine Fix!Karlach x Human!Tav

Acquiescence

pt 2 here

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Acquiescence: A readiness or willingness to yield to the wishes of others.

summ: Karlach wants you. You want her. You both make each other wait.

wc: 1k

an: @calamitykills on AO3.

this was admittedly a passion project i decided to give 2 parts, so stay tuned for pt. 2 lmao. this is probably the most suggestive fic I've wrote to date but I'm a fluff account. sorry to disappoint lol <3.

edit: PT. 2 IS OUT. I FORGOT TO UPDATE THIS WAY SOONER AND I APOLOGIZE.

The sigh you let out was unlike you. Deep, calm, and almost subconscious. Which was especially unlike you considering the past few days, where all your waking hours were spent completely focused and conscious.

Lately, there's so much to do with not any time left to spare. That's why now, where it's far past midnight, you spent time soaking in a river hoping to wash away your worries. It wasn't working, but a girl can dream.

That's why you nearly suffocated yourself washing your hair. To feel something. And as much as you didn't want to admit it, the only person who did make you feel something was Karlach.

Even now as you stared at your long jagged nails, you thought of her. You could only recreate the image. That'd feel nice across your skin. She'd drag her nails across your skin, gentle, the same way she tugs at your heart.

Karlach can't touch you now as much as you both desperately want; her stupid engine gets in the ways of things. That makes your face grimace, turning to stare at the woods. What you hadn't expected was to actually see Karlach.

She stood, as frozen as you, jaw agape and her engine roaring. She looked absolutely starstruck. The pure want in her face was enough to have color flush in your cheeks. How'd she even find you?

She only moved an inch towards you, her brain now functioning properly as she raked her hands through her hair. She cursed up and down, the largest smile you've seen on her face. Well, besides the day you said ‘I love you.’

For some reason, you didn't cover yourself. Almost like you wanted her to see you like this. You both yearn for it like no other.

“Karlach?”

Breathless, she made her way to you. “You're more beautiful bare than I imagined.”

That was such a sappy statement, one that made you blush further. Karlach pushed forward, only stopping when she was a hair away from the water.

Then you could see it. More than the want; pure raw desperation. Her flames grew hotter, ends of it flickering blue as she swallowed dryly at the sight of you.

She wanted so badly to close the distance. You could tell she was imagining it, the tadpole didn't have to show you, of her frolicking through the river to you and holding you in your arms.

And without thinking, you went towards her. As much as her engine allowed, and as much as you two needed. Karlach stared at you, you stared at her. She saw the want painted on your face as well, lifting her hand in hopes of doing something about it. You had to stop her.

She frowned at you stopping her, but she knew it was for the better. “I want to hold you so bad. You look too good to just.. stare at.” The embers on her body grew more blue, momentarily having you in awe.

“Karlach, we have time,” You almost marveled at your kind tone, the first in a few days. “You can hold me all you like once your engine’s fixed. I won't stop you then.” Karlach clenched her fists. The deep sigh she let out made steam leave her.

You knew how tired she was of waiting. How tired she was of living under the limitations of her engine. How tired she was of her engine getting in the way of her relationship with you. You were furious along with her, but you had to be patient.

Better days would come, where you'll both laugh at the times where you couldn't touch while sharing loving kisses with one another. You just hoped it'd be soon.

“I hope you won't.” She responded back, that tantalizing stare of hers matching her smirk. You could only scoff. Where was that anger from a few seconds ago? “You'll have to pry your hands from me soldier if I get to see you like this again.”

You trusted that. It made you smile, followed by a tingle of pleasure that rang through your body. It seemed like it wasn't just your brain that was entertained with the thought.

You let Karlach accompany you for the rest of your bath, letting her presence adore you.

She made you feel calmer than any soothing tune and washed your worries away better than the water. Shit, she even silenced your unrelenting dreams for the night.

All because she gave you something to hope for.

☆

Morning light trickled into your line of sight, stirring you awake. You rose slowly, easing into your morning routine and soaking in the moments of silence to yourself. Thoughts of your night made you chuckle.

It could be how sweet Karlach was or the little sleep you got catching up to you.

You didn't care to discern it and just made your way to a favorite spot of yours in camp.

“Oh, well look at you~” Shadowheart teased, seeing you and your bedhead make her way onto her stool. “You must've had a good night. Go on, tell me everything Karlach did.”

You and Shadowheart loved the gossip corner you had going on, but today you leave her empty handed.

You only rolled your eyes at her. “If you must know, me and Karlach spent our time at the river.”

Astarion, seemingly coming from nowhere, chimed in. “And?”

A shrug comes from you. “We had a nice talk,” Astarion raised his eyes expectedly. Shadowheart raises a brow. “About our plans for the future and all.”

“And?” The elves asked.

You managed a sheepish smile. “It made me feel giddy, I don't know.” You thanked Wyll as he passed by and handed you a cup of tea.

Shadowheart and Astarion looked at you heavily disappointed. You didn't mind.

Next time, they'll get a continuation of this. Then they'll know of the details of your hesitation from before. After all, they may be the ones hearing your sighs of relief when Karlach is pleasuring you.

[euphoricbi]

your daddy wants to kill me || nanamin's daughter!reader // alternative reader—

a/n — mmmhhhmmmm, this isn't me projecting at all guys wdym . also drabble, so unprofessional and unpleasant fic writing lol.

✺ ˚ ◌ Summ a ry.

Your dad, Nanami, walks in on you about to fuck your boyfriend Ino.

ino looks at your face as you both sit by the window, the room dark— only lit up by your purple LED lights as you both stare at each other in the dark. you hold ino's hat in your hands, your messily black painted nails running over the fabric. ino glances at your wall, smiling when he sees printed out photos of you two stuck everywhere.

he looks back at you— the silence isn't awkward, it's comforting. you reach out for his hand, making a pouting face as you pull on it— wanting him on your bed. he stands up, going to sit beside you—you set his hat beside you as he sits, you climb ontop of him running your fingers through his brown hair as he places his hands on your thighs.

you two have been dating for months, your father never really questioning it until he saw you both sloppily making out after a date— that's when he questioned it. ino squishes your right thigh, causing you to giggle before placing a small kiss on his lips.

he whispers a small 'mmh, soft' before going in for another kiss, although different from the last one. you moan into the kiss, his tongue messily wrestling with yours as his hand slowly slides to your ass, kneading the flesh. you both pulled away breathing heavily before you asked, "d'you think my dad's gonna be home soon?" .

he knows what that means, you know what that means. that silly question had to be asked since your dad refused to let his little girl move out, he had to keep you for at least another ten or more years, he'd always say.

"nah, he went to work anyway, yeah?" ino said, eyes darting down to your lips then back up to your eyes as he licked his lower lip. you nodded stupidly.

ino stuck out his tongue, grinning as he did so— to which you stuck out your tongue as well, licking at his. he smacked your ass for a bit of encouragement before grinding his clothed cock against you, his black sweatpants in the way. ino groans as he feels your spit slowly run down his chin, his hands now freely grabbing your ass to guide your hips.

"mmhh, lay me down, ino." you whisper, which causes ino to nod, carefully setting you on your sheets. your head nestled comfortably on your pillows as ino sat on his knees in front of you, hands sliding beneath his black shirt— lifting it over his head. he tilts his head to the side, face flushed with a smug smile on his face— "like what you see?" .

you stifle a giggle, hands going to run over your boyfriend's body before you sit up, arms wrapping around his neck— " 'course i do."

he kisses you again, this time laying you down whilst on top of you. you messily try to slide his sweatpants down— interrupted by ino sliding his hand up your hoodie and grabbing at your left breast, sliding his ring and middle finger over your nipple.

"Hey, what do you want for dinn—"

you both froze, heads darting to the door— ino falls, his hands grabbing his shirt then covering his cock, "Fuck, shit— i mean, fuck. fuck— heyyy, sirr—"

"Oh my god, dad— ever heard of knocking?!" you scream, hands going to cover your body, even though none of your clothes were off. ino sat on the floor, his whole body a pink hue as he stared at the ground, hands and shirt covering his— now ruined— boner.

"I wasn't aware your boyfriend was here—."

you groan, had flying to cover your face, "Dad, please get out—".

Nanami glares at ino, eyes darkening as he frowned, jaw clenched, "Get him out by dinner." and with that he left, being sure to shut your door a little harder then usual as well.

ino gulps, looking up at you, "does this mean we can't have sex at your house anymore?".

𓇼 ⏤͟͟͞͞★ ♡ (>。copyright— euphoricbi— cyrus, andi, do not alter/copy or paste anywhere . ☆)

𔓕𝅄🍰ㅤ˚ㅤ﹙t.ags.﹚ㅤ@cindol 𔓕ㅤׅㅤㅤノㅤ୨ৎ

[gege-wondering-around]

Last Chapter out!

GUYS! IT'S BEEN SO LONG, I'M SORRY!🫂

i haven't feel weel for the first week of 2025 and i didn't find it in me to work on any writing of any kind, but now i'm managing to get better and i'm finding my way back to writing, besides i've been binge reading fics like there's no tomorrow and have felt the spark of inspiration came back to me so we'll see where it leads.

about the prompts and the few ideas i have scattered around here, i think i'll work around the prompt and if it doesn't work i'll go over this idea and see if i can work with it as my first work back of 2025; besides, i also have a little think for @dontcallpanic to get done and i'll take my sweet time with it to make the best out of it, so to summ up: to those who send a prompt, i saw you and i see you. i promise your idea will come to life and the rest of the ideas i had and that i posted will come to life too with time.

about the tags i have recieved in the past weeks, i promise i saw them and i'll get on the game since i really appreciate all the tags and i love all of them.

this said, thank for have been patient with this and @patolemus @sterekloverforever, i hope you'll like the end. i miss all of you who have read this work or simply tapped on my blog.

as usual, with all the love, here's the reminder to @jadezdominion for this work as well.

[cosmowes]

Maximize Your Time

listen. if you’ll hear me out, i used to be such a procrastinator, it wasn’t even funny… i mean summative projects at 2am the day they’re due. doing homework while the teacher collected it. it was so bad.

now i’m done w/ assignments the week before they’re due. wanna know how? managing and maximizing my time.

walk everywhere with a purpose. everywhere. be the first to your classes, make it to your bus stop early, all of that. it makes you feel good, makes a good impression on people, and gives you more time.

work!! during!! lunch!! if you’re good at multitasking, do it! i usually read during lunch or listen to audiobooks, watch videos on topics giving me trouble, reread notes etc. it’s a good way to get in more practice.

keep all your assignment info AND assignments in one place. i have a folder for paper work and a notebook for assignment logs and stuff. so useful.

check ur work log DAILY. and keep it updated! if you’re a planner girlie that’s even better, but they never really worked for me lol.

keep a book, notebook etc on you. i have a mini notebook for jotting anything quick, and since my daily purse is pretty big i can fit that. if not, sticky notes or just your notes app will work.

find your unused time. when do you tend to do nothing? for me it’s on the bus. i’m working on using that as a time to catch up on reading or watch practice videos. i don’t mean when you’re unwinding or resting (cuz that’s doing something still), but other than that you can use all of your time.

one thing that helped me was remembering that the fun things i wanted to do would still be there after i was done working. your show is not leaving netflix because you left for 20 minutes.

but the work will be worth less if you put it off too long. it’ll be late and you’ll be penalized. or it’ll be bad because you rushed.

choose wisely. what’s expiring sooner?

images from pin - search red study aesthetic 📌

[chewingonthebackroomswallpaper]

its winter break but- i still have to do ✨summative projects✨

the background is slightly lazy but whatever, i still love it

[hypatiastudies]

Never again will i take an elective class with a summative group project in the syllabus. Here I am pulling an all nighter because they can’t type their information into a shared document.

Why would you copy and paste without summarizing?? Making me do it over because I’m making the slides.

Everyone is a fucking liar and doesn’t pull their weight. They should be so fucking grateful I care about my mark in this class, or else I would have dropped it the day of the presentation.

I swear this is harder to deal with than doing my math assignments. And the worst part is, it’s an economics class.

[elegantmentalitychild]

JJK men when they see you stressed over your schoolworks

(sukuna, gojo, geto, nanami)

GETO

You were at your study alone crying silently because of stress and pressure. The two most difficult subject you find is both gonna have a summative tomorrow, you have to review but you still have lots of homeworks and projects from other subjects as well.

However even crying your hand is writing, still doing your homework.

You heard a knock on your door and you immediately wiped your tears away, breath in and out before saying "come in"

Geto entered your study room and walks over to you with a comforting smile.

However the moment he saw your eyes, his smile immediately disappeared out of thin air, he could tell that you cried.

"Did you cry? Why? Is it because of schoolworks?" He asked with a frown.

"No. I didn't, I was sleepy so I rubbed my eyes, I guess I rubbed them too hard" You lied and giggle a bit trying to act.

Geto could tell at a glance that you are lying, however he smiled and play along with it.

"I have to go somewhere Y/N, wait here at home" he leaned down and kissed your forehead.

"Do you want something? Ice cream perhaps? I could buy it on the way home" he caressed your cheek gently. He really knows how to cheer you up.

"Yes please" you closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of his palm before kissing his hand, Geto flinch for a sec then suddenly leaned in and captured your lips into a deep kiss.

You could feel his tongue roaming around your mouth as if it was his, he sucked and bit your tongue and lower lip before breaking the kiss.

"That was a very dangerous move Y/N, where did you learn that?" He whispered to your ears, panting a little from the long kiss you both shared.

"From you ofcourse" you said with a giggle and he chuckle.

"Alright I gotta go now, I'll be back soon with your Ice cream" he said as he walked to the door.

"Take care" you said as he closed the door behind him.

3 hours later, you finished your homeworks and looked at the clock, it's 1am, you still have to review, you opened your notes, about to review when your phone rang.

It was a news about the death of two teachers in your school! Those two teachers were your subject teachers that teaches the subjects you were supposed to have a test tomorrow!

Following the news is the notification from your class's group chat. Because of your teachers's sudden death, the school decided to suspend the class for a whole month as the cops was investigating the school trying to find the killer and at the same time to mourn for their sudden death.

You heard a click from the door and sure enough geto went in with an ice cream.

"Not studying anymore?" He asked as he approached you, lifting you up, placing you on his lap.

"It's no use, the teachers that were supposed to give a test tomorrow suddenly died and class is suspended for a month, the cops are investigating the school trying to find the killer" you said as you show him the news on your phone, geto looked at it for a while before turning you phone off and fed you with ice cream.

"It means you could get some rest now after being busy these past few weeks" he wiped the ice cream on the side of your lips.

"Did you change your clothes? These are not the clothes you're wearing when you went out earlier" you noticed

"Oh, It was raining earlier" he said nonchalantly and continued to feed you ice cream

"The rain wasn't hard enough to wet you tho" you said and opened your mouth for the last spoon of ice cream he's feeding

"Yeah... well it was an old clothes so I just threw it away..."

You were about to say something when Geto stood up and carried you towards the kitchen to get you some water and brush up of teeth.

"Since there will be no class for a whole month, you should get some rest now" he tucked you in the bed and pulled you closer to him, geto smell like he just showered.

It confused you for a moment as to why did he shower at this time but shrugged it off as you felt incredibly tired and drowsiness is consuming you.

"Sleep tight my little angel" was the last thing you heard from geto before falling asleep.

After making sure you're asleep, geto took out his phone and called someone. "Make sure to clean up the mess, don't leave a single trace" he said in a cold tone that you have never heard before.

The person on the other side replied with "copy" before geto turned off his phone and looked at your sleeping face with a little smile on his lips.

"How dare they make my little angel cry" geto kissed your forehead one last time before cuddling you closer.

"Now I'll have more time with you" he mumbled before closing his eyes.

[everlastingserenitys]

SOMETHING 'BOUT YOU

summ. your overworked, under fucked (older) co-worker who couldn't help but end up inside you after being assigned for a "group project" together.

pairing. xavier x f!reader cw. dilf!xavier, p in v, fingering, making out, cumming inside, tension, almost passing out during sex a/n. had to write sum for my bf im so HORNY for him

Getting paired with your co-worker who practically looks like a living corpse was not on your agenda. The problem was, that this idiot sleeps during half of work time, only participates when he's called on and on top of that, barely shows up.

So you knew you were fucked when you had to do this stupid project with him. You tried to convince your boss, several times actually, to change partners but a flat ‘nope’ was slapped on your face. Every. Single. Time.

You still had hope, at least some little hope that your boss would change partners for you, but…

“If you ask again, you’re fired.”

Fuck.

Now, there wasn’t anything particularly wrong with Xavier, looks wise at least, it's just the way he presented himself at work. No one talked to him–mainly because he’s sleeping all day, but you? You’ve talked to him a couple times, and each time was a flat boring conversation.

The first time you tried to make friends in this workplace you would ask everyone the same question, going along the lines of, ‘how was your day’ or ‘how is work for you?’. But the responses you got from Xavier were just boring one worded answers like, ‘mhm’ or ‘its good.’

After those boring conversations, and getting practically nowhere you stopped talking to him.

But now, after your boss threatened to fire you, you immediately went over to Xavier's desk. His head was resting between his closed arms, he was probably sleeping like a baby right now, and you didn't want to stand here forever, you just needed to get the project over with.

“Xavier.” you mumble, slightly shaking his sleeping figure, hoping he’d wake up soon, but of course he didn’t. An annoyed sigh escaped your lips, your fingers slightly linger on his defined biceps poking through his shirt, since when was he this ripped?

“Xav–”

“Mhm” Xavier groaned, lifting himself off of his arms and blinking his half lidded eyes at you.

You take your fingers off of his arms and rest your hand along the cubicle opening, leaning your face against your hand before you spoke, “we got a group project, if you even knew about it,” the last few words left your lips in a low murmur and a hint of amusement flashed through Xavier’s eyes before he nodded, signaling for you to continue.

“And i was wondering if we could go to your place, how’s that?” you ask, quickly batting your eyelashes at him before your gaze lingers somewhere else. Well, out of instinct, of course, you were practically gawking at his whole figure before he cleared his throat and pulled out his phone, probably checking the time.

“You can come over once work is finished, and then leave before nine, you think we could do that?” Xavier asks, his eyes darting from his blank screen on his phone to your eyes, you swallow the random lump that formed in your throat and nod.

Xavier sent you his address and you went back to your desk.

As the day progressed, before you knew it, work was over. It was already an hour past five and you still had a ten minute walk to Xavier's place, and each step you took out of the building slowed down by the second, you don't even know what you were nervous for. Just hours ago you were acting like a bitch when you found out he was your partner, but now? you were freaked out.

You pushed your anxious thoughts aside and headed over to his place.

Eventually, you made it to Xavier's place. It was pretty nice. A decent building just enough to fit at least four people in it. Your footsteps echoed on the cemented tiles, leading to his front porch. When you reached the door, you brought your finger to the doorbell.

And before the doorbell could fully ring, Xavier had already opened the door for you, his tired eyes gawked at you before he led you in. And the inside definitely looked better than expected. Xavier leads you to his work room and asks you to place your things wherever.

His place was more organized than you expected, he had two bookshelves stacked with books on it and his desk was clean, a stack of papers rested on the corner while his monitor was in the middle. You admired the rest of his room and Xavier cleared his throat, signaling for you to sit at the table.

“Sorry.”

“Don't worry about it,” he said, his voice laced with a hint of tenderness and something…more?

“We don't have much time, why don't we get started?” he suggested. You nod and bring out your papers for the project.

But half an hour through your work, you were dying. Not in a stressful way, but his house was way too hot. He basically had no AC in his room and you didn't even know how he was living right now?!

You grab a couple handfuls of paper, and fold them up, soon bringing them to your face and fan them in a quick movement, seeking for some coldness, but it was barely working. Xavier noticed your antics and raised an eyebrow, “hot?”

“Mhm.”

“I have a shirt if you want to borrow, that blouse definitely won't get you through the next couple hours.”

You ponder for a moment, a new shirt would be nice, so why the hell not? You agree and he nods, lifting himself off the ground, a small groan escaping his lips before he fully gets up. Xavier heads out of his room and comes back minutes later with a stack of a couple of his t-shirts.

He scatters them along the table you two were sitting at and told you to try any. You grab the first decent one that caught your eye and head over to the bathroom. And your worst nightmare happened.

Your shirt wouldn't unbutton.

This was literally a new shirt you bought and you already couldn't take it off!? There’s no way in hell you were going to try to rip it now, so, out of instinct, you ask Xavier to help you. Only for the buttons, only for the buttons…

“Hey, Xavier.” you call out to him, a hum is heard from the other side of the door and you sigh before asking him for help, “this is kind of embarrassing, c’mere.”

Footsteps echoed closer to the bathroom door and you could feel Xaviers presence through the other side. You rest your hand on the lock of the door before you flick it until it clicks, indicating that the door was unlocked.

Xavier lightly opens the door and his eyes look down at your figure before he asks what's wrong. An exasperated sigh escaped your lips and you turned around, moving your hair to the side to show your buttons that wouldn't unbutton to him.

A cold chuckle escaped his lips, “so you can’t unbutton your shirt, is what you’re saying?” He said in a mocking tone, a hint of generosity lingering through it. You let out a quick nod and Xavier’s cold, bristle fingers were already gliding against your neck.

His fingers glide through every button in a smooth motion, it was like you were watching someone pluck out strawberry seeds without making a mess. Xavier was already almost on the last button, his hot breath coxed your warm skin as he breathed heavily above you.

Your breath hitches when you feel Xavier’s finger graze your exposed skin. His two fingertips rested along your back before he pulled away, letting your shirt drape to your sides.

This was probably the first time you've seen your co-worker in heat, he tried to hide it so badly, but was failing miserably. Xavier was practically panting like a dog in heat, like a man who's never seen or touched a woman's bare skin.

“Shirt, where's the shirt?” Xavier breathed, his eyes darting on everywhere but your exposed skin. You turn your head and eye down at his hands.

“In your hand, c’mon, you could wait at the table as I put this on.” you say, grabbing the shirt from Xavier’s hands lifting the seamless fabric above your head before it slid down your body. When you brushed your hair aside Xavier was already gone.

You head out the bathroom and sit down at the table, Xavier glances at you before starting his work again. But each minute he was getting restless, and it was obvious he couldn't control himself.

“Hey.” Xavier said, his voice was like ten octaves lower and you glanced up from your paper, raising an eyebrow at him.

“My daughter’s gonna be home in a bit and..”

You didn't even listen to the rest of what he had to say because your mind stopped working when he said the word ‘daughter’. No wonder he seemed so overworked and stressed out during work… but the way he reacted touching your skin, made you wonder, does he even have a wife?

“Want to do it?”

Huh, do what?

“Yeah, sure.”

-

Stupidity got to you, you thought this was about the project and not something completely different, but it wasn't like you were complaining–kind of.

Xavier was just mere inches away from you. The second you said yes, he dropped everything he had and stepped closer and closer to you. He leaned in, his face was inches away from you, his hot breath on your skin, again.

“Xavier, do you have a wife?”

“Nope.”

That was all Xavier said before he crashed his lips onto yours, his rough skin meddling with yours was an experience you definitely wouldn't mind to experience again. The way his lips moulded yours in a perfect manner, it just felt amazing.

He slid his tongue against your slightly parted lips, seeking for entrance which you of course give him. You wrap a hand around his neck as you pull him closer, savouring more of him. A low moan escapes his lips, which sends vibrations to sprawl through your body.

A few moments passed, Xavier got to taste almost every inch of you, and he needed more. Its been a while since he fucked or kissed someone and he was practically over the moon. His arms snaked around your waist and he slid his fingers under your–his t-shirt, gliding his fingers through your cold skin.

Your shirt hiked up your body and revealed your bare skin for Xavier. A low whistle escaped his lips and he proceeded to remove the rest of your clothes off of you. Xavier stared down at you with lust and love filling his eyes.

He wrapped his fingers around your thighs and placed them around his hips, bucking himself closer to you. The rough fabric of his pants made contact with your bare pussy and a whine escaped your lips as you rocked yourself against him.

Xavier removed his clothes and pressed his bare body against yours, both of your skins ignited with each other and you felt your body burn up. Xavier pressed his finger against your soaking cunt, his digits stretching you out like his fingers were made for your pussy.

“Hah..Xav…” you whimper, rocking your hips against his fingers.

“What is it? Should I go quicker?” he asked, pushing his fingers deeper inside you, stroking you in a rhythmic movement. You nod and he listens to you, quickening his fingers inside you and as he watches you squirm beneath him.

“How’s this? Hm?”

“P-perfect!” you groan, holding onto the edges of the table next to you. Xavier nods and pulls his fingers out, staring at the white mixture coated around his fingers. Lifted your hips higher, at a perfect angle for him, and pressed his soaking tip against your stretched out cunt.

A low moan left Xavier’s lips when he slipped his cock inside you. The tip was barely inside and you felt like he shoved his full length in you. Xavier was stretching you out, inch by inch, the feeling of his warm cock twitching between your tight walls felt like you were in heaven.

His thrusts were slow, and smooth paced, he kept rocking himself back and forth, back and forth, only pushing a few inches inside you, not doing more, at least not yet. Xavier grabbed onto your hips as his thrusts started to quicken, and fuck…It felt too good

“Fuck…” he asked, pushing himself deeper inside you. You felt like your pussy was going to rip apart any second now, his large length was suffocating you and your inner thighs started to hurt, bad.

But Xavier continued his slow pace on you, just pushing more and more inside you each second. Your moans filled the room and you rolled your eyes back as you tried to blink away your desire creeping through your body.

“S’ been a while since I had thisss” the last word rolled off in a whimper and Xavier pressed himself against you, he was practically balls deep inside you and you could feel the light pressure of his faded happy trail graze your skin.

“Xavier! ‘M gonna cu–nmgh”

“Yeah?”

You nod repeatedly and couldn't hold it in anymore, a spike of pleasure washes through your body when you came. The white mixture coated Xavier’s cock as he pulled away. You breathe heavily, catching your breath from the intense sex you just had, with your fucking coworker.

Just when you thought you were done you felt his same warm, creamy tip make contact with your entrance and he thrust himself inside you, again. This time, his pace was like a wild animal, he had no rhythm on how he was fucking you, he just needed to cum, and thrusting himself aggressively was working.

Xavier grabbed onto your chin and stared into your eyes, he leaned in closer, capturing your lips in a needy kiss before pulling his face away and closing his eyes shut. You were too much in a daze to even process what was going on, you felt like you were going to pass out any second.

Xavier held onto you with a tight grip before he let out a sigh of relief, that's when you realized he came.

Right. inside. You.

“Xav?” you mumble, blinking your half-lidded, watery eyes at him. Through your blurred vision you could see a hint of panic and something else fill his eyes. You blink several times, letting the water seep out of your eyes before fixing your vision to his face.

Xavier nods, slowly pulling himself out of you, a wince escaped your lips when he popped his tip out of your cunt and he sighed, plopping himself on top of you as he caught his breath.

“My…Daughter…”

“Huh?”

“Daughter’s home.”

a/n. sorry if its a little sloppy

[rinnysega]

Any advice on how to make progress on a writing project while dealing with emotional/mental fatigue? I’ve wanted to work on my book for MONTHS now but between irl stress and overall fatigue making me feel like all I have the energy for is just watching YouTube and scrolling social media, which just makes me feel worse for not writing. I just miss being in that headspace where I can write for hours at a time.

I understand your sentiment. I went through this recently too and only just got out of it around the end of last year.

Without knowing any details of your irl stress, considering this has lasted a few months for you, I'd first ask if its something in your power to change. I've found it's hard to be creative in an unhealthy environment too, but even harder to make changes to that unhealthy environment if it's something familiar or comfortable or might be too upsetting to change. We're creatures of habit that tend to get stuck in loops and patterns, and if any of those sound like something you're going through that causes mental or emotional stress and fatigue, I highly recommend taking steps to break those patterns or remove certain stressors. Any small changes or accommodations to your overall mental health is something I highly encourage first and foremost.

If they're stressors out of your control, and scrolling YouTube or social media is your coping patterns for the stress while in fatigue, that's something that can be hard to break too. I'm guilty of it myself, like even today I scheduled my day to write, but I got hit with a massive bout of burnout and ended up taking a five hour nap while some YT played in the background. I felt bad too when I woke up that I didn't get to my schedule today, but lately I've been reminding myself that I've been doing well, and my body speaks to me when it's time for a recharge. There's no shame in resting, so I recommend allowing yourself that time to recharge without feeling guilty for not writing. Your body needs it and you can't be your most creative self without taking the time to rest, hydrate, and whatever else your body needs.

If you find it's hard to break away from something like YT while in burnout, I'd ask yourself what kinds of videos are you watching? Something you've seen before like old comfort channels or something new? I'd recommend trying to find content that relates to your work and have it on for "research purposes" to help keep your project in mind while you relax.

Back in late 2023, I was still kind of stumbling through some recent changes to how I navigate in the world post-autism/cptsd dx, but I wanted to write and not have that feeling of guilt too. In my book, one of the timelines takes place in 1995, so I'd put on old 90s commercials, video essays of the decade, etc, and basically be a couch potato when the fatigue hit while it got absorbed. If I came across something interesting, I'd make little notes to myself and tell myself "you're technically writing!" to keep that guilty feeling at bay. The best part is it's technically true! Once I got to a better place where I could sit down and write something, I already had a bullet list of interesting things to include in the novel related to the culture and history of the time period, and the scenes felt very natural to type out since I already did some of the legwork in my couch potato era.

Writing for yourself is very therapeutic and healing in its own way, so if you'd like to tackle subjects that connect to your stressors that could be a way to keep writing if you absolutely feel the need to write. Even if it's not part of a main story or project you're working on, sometimes the habit of sitting down to write small micro fictions of your day as a journal entry with characters or familiar settings can be helpful in getting back into the swing of it.

The most important thing I'd like for you or anyone to take away is that it's okay to take time off and there's no need to feel ashamed of that. I took off all summer of 2023 from writing because at the time, everything felt so big and overwhelming and scary, and I'm very glad I did. I focused on the areas of my life that needed improvement so I could be healthy and live a better life as a recognized autistic adult. I knew it wouldn't last forever, and maybe the temporary aspect is what made it easier. Maybe set a goal post so you feel more in control of your schedule, even if it's something small for now. Point is, the time I needed made me feel more relaxed and energized when I came back to the blank page last fall, and now I finished my book! I'm doing revision work and I wrote short poems and works, some of which are getting published next year! If 2022/2023 Erin knew that? She'd think you were lying lol

Sometimes we just need those few months off while we go through changes or transitional eras of our lives, and there's no shame in it at all! Just remember your stories and projects are worth telling, but shame doesn't help at the end of the day. Just do your best each day, and before you know it, those days will add up to the next moment of your life when inspiration strikes and you write your next big thing

I hope this helped. Just remember, everything is temporary, and life happens in ebbs and flows like water. You'll be back to that headspace, but just remember to take care of yourself first and give yourself the love you need until you get there.