#the things i can do when i have an essay due in 24 hours

[gensjunia]

moments between moments

[chanswhxre]

A Very Good Boy [Kinktober '24]

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♡ Pairing : han jisung x afab! reader

♡ Genre : smut, edging and denial

♡ Word count : 1.4k words

♡ Warnings : 18+ nsfw, explicit sexual content, a little subby han, piv, oral sex. I will not put any more specific warnings to avoid spoiling the story. Read at your own risk!

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"Fuck. Jagi, I need you..please." Jisung sighed as he held on to your waist under your shirt like his life depended on it.

"We can't, babe. Minho and the others are outside, and you have to finish your homework." You whisper in his ear.

You've been like this for the past hour in his room, straddling him on his seat in front of his desk. He was supposed to finish this essay from the online university course he was taking that is due at 11:59 pm today, and you were supposed to read a book while waiting for him to finish and cuddle with you, but things went differently when he begged you to come closer to him and sit on his lap for inspiration.

"Please, I'll be quiet." He pleaded.

"No. You have to work on that essay, Hannie, or else I’m gonna have to go outside so you can focus." You shook your head.

"No! Please stay here." He whined and then continued typing on his computer. You obliged and stayed cuddled up to him, feeling your boyfriend's warmth and also the hard-on straining in his sweatpants. He kept squirming, trying to rub on your core, which got you worked up as well. Still, you had incredible self-restraint, and he needed to finish that essay, but he's being stubborn, and he was making you horny as well, so you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine and started grinding on him, which caused him to curse under his breath.

"Fuck. Baby.." he moaned and gripped your hips tightly, helping you grind.

"Sshh..if you want me to stay like this, you have to keep quiet and continue working."

He nodded, but he started to get needy. The two of you hadn't fucked in as long as you could remember because he had been swamped with new album promotions for the past few weeks; hence it was understandable that he craved you; he needed to feel you, to connect with you, both emotionally and sexually but he had to finish his essay first because, as important as this was, he had a deadline.

He takes a whiff of you as if he were going rabid, his hot breath tickling you as he places sloppy kisses all over your neck and his hands roaming around your body and then playing with your clothed nipples while you hold on to his hair and you stare into each other’s eyes.

"Do you want me to suck you?"

"Yes, please!" He excitedly answered,

"You promise that you'll focus on it?"

"Yes! I promise, I just need to feel that pretty mouth, baby."

You could feel your wetness pool in your panties as you went under his desk and pulled his already angry, hard, and leaking cock out. You gave him kitten licks until you started to suck him off. He continued typing as you gave him a blowjob under his desk.

"Jagi...I need you to..please." He tried to say it as quietly as possible, slightly bucking his hips forward when you swallowed his aching cock whole, which made him gasp in pleasure. He covered his mouth to muffle the sounds he was making as you sucked and swirled your tongue around him. He was being such a good boy being all quiet like you said and religiously doing his essay, but not good enough to cum just yet.

"Jagi, it's so good." he moaned. You quickened your pace, and you knew he was almost reaching his climax when you popped his throbbing cock out of your mouth.

"Uh-uh." You tutted, stopping your actions.

"What? Please, just a little more. I'm almost," he whined, trying to convince you to keep going, but you didn't listen. He didn't listen to you in the first place, so why should you?

You climbed back on his lap, his eyes looking at you with desire and excitement, thinking that you didn't let him cum in your mouth because you wanted him to cum inside your warm, sweet, wet pussy. but little did he know that you were just going to cockwarm him until he finishes the essay.

You slowly sank down, taking him in bit by bit; it was so slow that he was having trouble restraining himself from pushing into you. He was horny and frustrated but still held back so he wouldn’t get punished.

"Shit, jagi. You feel so warm." He exhaled when he was fully inside you.

"Now, be a good boy and finish that essay so you can finish inside me, okay?"

“But I can’t. Please, babe, make me cum, and I promise to focus on this, please.” He begged and buried his face on your neck.

“Why should I listen to you? You didn’t listen to me earlier and within the past few days, " you said, reminding him of the numerous times you asked him to finish what he’d been writing since a few days ago so you could spend time together today. But he didn’t listen, so this is what he’s getting right now. He felt defeated and with a raging boner inside you. Still, he'll take what he can get and decided on all his might to focuss on finishing the last bit of the essay while you were cockwarming him, that is, until you started getting very impatient and horny so you started teasing him by clenching on his cock and letting out small moans. He could not endure it further, at which point he began to thrust into you gently and deeply. His breath was shaky, sweat dripping from his forehead, making his hair stick to his face despite the AC on full blast.

“Ji, baby.” You warned with a stern voice.

“Please, babe, I want to cum. I need to cum.” He pleaded as he bit into your shoulder while thrusting into you.

You wanted to give in, but he wouldn’t learn if you let him have his way. You grinded on his cock, rubbing your clit deliciously on his lower abdomen.

“Shit, you’re so tight.” He bit on his lip, trying to suppress his moans.

He was thrusting a bit faster, trying to reach his climax but you clenched snd stopped to edge him, then continued to build him up again until his breaths became shallow, a telltale sign that he was close, and then you stopped again, reminding him to finish the goddamn essay. At this point, he was a little angry and frustrated from all the edging and denial that he couldn’t keep quiet; he gripped onto your hips and started to thrust into you, chasing his orgasm, so you squeezed his cheeks together tightly.

“No cumming jagi or else.” You sternly said.

He stopped just when he was about to reach the point of no return and bit his lip; he was already drooling from being so turned on. His eyes were dilated with tears brimming in his eyes, and his dick was twitching inside you from the constant edging and denial, and you knew from his face that he couldn’t possibly write his essay well in his current state. He was out of it.

“B-babe, please. I want it. I know you want it too, please. I’ll be a very good boy after this.” He pleaded, and you sighed.

“Fine. Since you asked so nicely, my baby boy.” You said and kissed him. His cock twitched again; he was so excited that you finally gave in, and the kiss just excited him even more. He thrusted into you with newfound vigor, hard and fast, not caring for the slapping sounds you made but still suppressing your moans. Heavy breaths and small moans and profanities spilled from your mouths as Jisung carried you to his bed and continued fucking you there. It wasn’t long until his thrusts were getting sloppy, and he came almost instantly inside you. Strings of warm cum coated your walls, his dick pulsating as he released inside of you. Finally, the sweet release he was begging for.

When he came down from his high, he started to go down on you before you could say anything. He deliciously licked his cum as it was dripping out of you, then proceeded on lapping and sucking your swollen clit until you felt your cunt tighten, then contract as you experienced the most explosive orgasm you have ever had which made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You lay limp on his bed, breathless, as he grabbed a towel to wipe his mouth and your pussy before he laid beside you. He kissed you on the forehead before flashing you a dumb smile.

“You think they heard outside?” You asked.

“Who cares.” The both of you laughed softly.

“So, you promised, right?” You said, reminding him of his essay.

“I am a good boy, you know. I’ll do whatever you say.”

“A very good boy, indeed.” You smiled.

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[mysicklove]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄!

Pairing: Sub! Bottom! Bachira x Dom! Gn! Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Anal play, dildos, slight manipulation, reader is Gn but is implied to not have a penis, pet play, master/kitty kink, crying/begging

A/N: THIS IS A REPOST. my other got flagged super early on so I'm just testing to see if it will again. andddd dont be like Y/N kids, sex can come later, stay in school!!! focus on your studies!!!

Bachira has you wrapped around his pretty finger. 

The both of you know it, and he seems to love how easily he gets what he wants. He knew exactly how you reacted to a smile, or how you would coddle him when tears flooded his eyes.

You didn't mind listening to him, he was adorable and always so sweet to you. But he is so incredibly needy. Its like he wants your attention to be on him 24/7. Its cute having him cling to you when you have free time, but when you are busy it gets rough.

It's not like he is a brat. He listens well, and would never dare to talk back to you. He just seems to have too much love to give. Wants more and more, and its always so hard to decline when he looks so adorable.

But tonight, you needed to work on your essay. It was due at 11:59, and you've barely touched it. You needed just a couple more hours, and then you should be good for the night. Then, you are free for the rest of week to relax. 

“Meow…” A familiar high pitched voice chirps from behind you. He runs his hands down your chest, and places his head on your shoulder. He's wearing black fingless gloves with pink pawprints on them.

You know what he wants, from the way he drags his fingers along your body, to the way his voice seems to hold a slight purr. “Not now, Meguru. Can you wait till tomorrow?” You respond, eyes not leaving the screen, even if his hands get dangerously close to your crotch. 

If you show that you are affected by him, you are done for. Somehow one way or another he will be getting fucked tonight.

You don't have time today. The two of you had sex the last three days, and you know he isnt pent up. He just always seems to crave more. He was a spoiled thing. 

“Want you to fuck me,” he purrs into your ear, giggling lightly into your neck as if he was bashful about the lewd statement. As if he hasn't said way more dirty things the last couple of nights. He always was a talker. 

“I know, I know. I gotta finish this, love. Maybe later if i'm not too tired.” You reach up and rub the back of his hair, sighing when you feel the kitten eared headband. You had to restrain yourself from checking if he was wearing lingerie too. 

He must have knew you were busy, if he brought out the outfit. Probably thinking to himself, something along the lines of, desperate times calls for desperate measures.

He whines, high pitched and needy. “Pretty please? We can go quickly! Promise!”

You sigh when you feel him pawing at the buttons of your pants. You grab his wrists, before he can manage to undo them, which causes another whine to tear through his lips. “It's never quick with you,” You remind, and he grins. He would go the entire night if you allowed him too.

He laughs before placing a kiss to your neck. Two now, and he's suckling, most likely trying to leave a hickey. You grip his hair and pull him away. You didn't need to go in public with one on your neck. “Cause you're so good at it. Make me feel so good, I don't want to ever stop. Cmon, lets do it….I can give you head if you want!”

You roll your eyes with a grin. “How tempting...”

His hands try to escape your grasp, eyes already widen at the idea. “Mhmm! Let you ride my f–”

You don't let them free, pinning them to your stomach. “If I didn't have to finish this.”

His head collapses on your shoulder and he lets out another dramatic whine. Then, he menevours himself from behind you, to on your lap. You raise your eyebrows at his attire. You were right, black lacey lingerie with hints of light pink. He is even wearing a black leather collar a pink ribbon on the front.

He grins at you when you take in his appearance and successfully tears his hands away from you. He grabs your wrist, and gently lays your hand on his clothed cock. You have to force yourself to look away at the lewd sight, you are trying your hardest to not fuck him tonight.. 

“Look! Cmon please look,” He begs, and you have to take a glance. Just a peak, for your sanity. 

Resting in the black panties was his hard on, seeming to be leaking through the cloth. He kisses your neck again. “For you. All dressed up for you too. Do you want me to meow for you?”

The idea seems to make your head spin. Imaging on all fours while you pound into him. Would he moan, or would he really meow? 

Then he grabs your other hand and places it on his hole, now plugged with a cat tail. His eyes bore into yours, and he's grinning, cheeks flushed. “Prepped too. You don't gotta worry bout it. I'm all ready for you. Please Master?” 

You gulp when he begins to rock his hips into your hand. It sounds so appeasing to you. Maybe the two of you could get a round in…See his eyes roll back, and his mouth hang open. He always did have the prettiest face when he was lost in pleasure.

The computer screen darkens from the lack of use and your eyes flicker to it. Your assignment was more important. You could fuck all the time after you completed it. “Meguru,” You sigh, using your free hand to move the mouse so the computer does not fall asleep.

He continues to grind his clothed cock into your hand, letting out small whimpers. “Kitty~” He corrects, a small smile on his now pink face.

An idea pops into your head and you grin, maybe a bit maliciously. His eyes lighten up in return when he thinks you have agreed, and immediately presses his lips to yours. You let him for awhile, even going as far to help him grind on your hand.

When you pull away, his eyes are already half-lidded, and he seems to be almost buzzing in excitement. It almost makes you feel bad, but alas, this was important.. “’’m gonna grab the strap,” he murmurs, and quickly jumps off your lap. You watch the black tail swish at the movement.

But before he leaves you grab his wrist, and he turns to you, confused. “I'm going to pick what you will use,” You say smoothly, standing up from the chair and heading toward the bedroom. 

His eyes lighten at this, shivering in excitement at the prospect of you choosing the largest one. Though, the idea of him not playing soccer tomorrow because of him being sore does not sound to appealing. But alas, he follows along with a hop in a step.“Of course, Master!”

You take a deep breathe when you hear him continue the title, but you try to ignore the words. You grab the toybox, and Bachira is clinging to you, looking over your shoulder in excitement. “The big red one! No wait, what about the vibrating one? You know how it leaves my legs shaking. Oh choose, please choose one!”

You ignore the rambling in your ear and continue your searching. When you finally grab it, Bachira hums in question, “The suction one? Where will we do it then? Oh don't tell me you want me to ride it on your desk, you pervert Master!” He says, lightly hitting your shoulder, but almost drooling at the idea.

You ignore him again, and shut the box. He is gripping onto your arm, rubbing his cheek on your body from excitement.

When you walk out to the office he runs over to desk and bends over, his tail on display. “Take it out,” He purrs, shaking his ass in front of you, causing you to raise you eyebrows. “Want your cock now, please?” 

You sigh and walk over to him. He presses his hips into your crotch and by now, you're not even suprised by the display. He always was like this, gave no shame on what we wanted. 

You grab at his waist, and gently run your fingers over the flesh. He hums, and continues to press back into you. You reach down and slowly pull out the plug, and he keens. His cheek is pressed up to the desk and he is groaning into wood at the stretch.

“There is goes. Good job,” You praise, not being able to help yourself. The plug was larger than expected, and it made it much harder for you to really focus on your work. He seems to feel the strain too, his hands gripping onto the mouse with a small whimper when the thickest part meets his ring.

When it finally is out, he sighs, “Where do ya want me?” before turning to you with a cat like grin. 

You trace his jaw, and he leans into the touch. “Stay there for a second,” You whisper, and gently use your fingers to turn his head away. He nods immediately and buries his face into his arms, excited for what you have planned for him.

You glance at him, nearly bouncing in excitement, and then your half finished essay. Then, you sigh, and grab the suction dildo, and stick it to the floor next to your chair. It was a couple feet away so he can have room. With this, he can have his fun, and you can finish your essay.

But of course you should have known it wouldn't have worked. He craved attention and you were way too easily convinced.

When he turns around his smile falls immediately. “What's that?” He says, pointing to the dildo on the floor. He reaches for your hand for comfort, but you've already turned away.

You sit back on you chair, and turn your computer back on. “Knock yourself out. I need to finish this, but don't want you to get frustrated.”

He shakes his head at first, eyes switching back and forth from you and the floor. The two black knee pads placed next to it, lets him know immediately what you have planned for him. Him and him alone.

In one last attempt, he drops to his knees in front of you, and you raise your eyebrows. He places himself in between your legs and rests his head on your inner thigh. Then, he grabs your hand and places it on his head, pleading for you to pet him. “Please don't be mean, Master! I dressed up for you. I-I wanna be your kitty.”

Your eyes barely flicker to him, and he rubs his face on your thigh to hopefully get more attention. He whines when you don't react, loud and dramatic. “Meguru, I love you, but I need to finish this. Your toy is right there.” Your voice is flat, and your hand doesn't move.

“B-But I��Please?”

You grip at his hair, sending his head backward with a wince. His neck is exposed to you, and he looks up at you with half closed eyes. “You will either fuck the toy or nothing at all.”

The two of you stare at one another for a long second, before he seems to cave in on himself from the harshness of the glare. “Okay…” He half whimpers, hoping to pull some guilt out of you. 

When you don't say anything in response, he pouts and crawls over toward the dildo. It was simple, black and not too big. But you werent the one fucking him, so it wouldnt feel as good. He puts on the kneepads so that they don't get bruised from the hardwood floor.

He glances back to you. “I'm going to fuck it now.”

“Mhm’kay”

He clentches his fists and glares at the back of your neck, but positions the silicon cock in between his legs. He looks at his paw print gloves and has to bite back another whine, thinking about how this should have gone.

But, he grabs the dildo, and positions it up to his hole, and slowly begins to sink down on it. A quivered breath escapes his lips, as he tries to grip at the ground in front of him to no avail. It was harder to do by himself, usually you have to guide him through it. 

“Help?” He pleads, loud and whiny.

You don't even look at him. “You've taken something bigger than that. You're being whiny Meguru.”

Kitty. He was supposed to be your pretty kitty for the night. How did he end up on the floor, fucking a toy with no help. And why are you being so mean?

He bottoms out after a couple more seconds, and he gasps, leaning forward to brace himself on his fore arms. He shivers, and he can't help the small smile pulls at his lips, while his eyes slightly roll back. “It's in.”

You can't help but wonder, his gasps behind you are intriguing you. He usually was collapsing on to you when you stretch him out, in all honesty him doing this by himself was impressive. “Whole thing?”

“Mhmm” He starts rolling his hips, his cock beginning to leak at the needed intrusion. The second be bottomed out, he felt like some sort of rational part of him was put to rest. Now, he can simply focus on losing himself on the toy. 

“Good job, kitty.” He preens at the praise, and he focuses his gaze on you, hoping you've turned around by now. His smile drops when he hears the clicking of the keyboard and the back of your head.

It was upsetting him, and he could feel the pain in the chest from the lack of your attention. He was doing this all for you, why can't you just look at him? He ignores the tears starting to form in frustration.

Instead, he moves his hips, slightly pushing himself upward and then back down. A soft moan escapes him and his cock twitches. 

This time, he uses the his knees to push himself to the tip of the toy, and uses his entire weight to sit back down completely on it. His fingers curl and his back arches, while his mouth seems to hang open at the force. 

You hear a loud slapping sound, followed by a high pitched moan, way louder than before.The finger on your mouse pauses at the sound, and when he recollects himself, his eyes seem to focus in on the singular finger.

 In an instant, he knows exactly on how to get your attention again.

He resettles himself on the floor, and changes position. He begins to pick up the pace, rolling his hips desperately, causing his dick to slap upon his stomach. “F-Fuck master!”

Your heart hammers in your chest and you try to keep your focus on the screen. You gulp when you hear the moans get higher in pitched, and try to ignore the slapping sound of skin on skin.

He goes back to bouncing on the silicon cock, and uses one hand to reach forward to stroke his cock. His face is already flushed from the movements, and his eyes are half lidded, but all he does is stare at the back of your neck. “My cock…Feels good!”

Your eyes snap to his in an instant, and he seems to light up at the new found attention. Unexpected, but not unwelcomed. “I didn't say you could touch yourself, Meguru.”

He laughs in between pants, slightly shivering under your gaze. “C-Can't help it. Need it. S’good.”  

Even at the warning, his hand doesnt seem to stop its motions, sliding up and down the shaft, while he continues to jump on the toy. Tears begin to brim at his eyes, and his mouth seems to hang open with time. The moans have grown less dramatized for attention, but still are loud as they usually are. He was truly losing himself on the toy.

You just sigh, and turn back around. You are given him what we wants by getting upset at him. And it may go by quicker if he touched himself, then you can focus with no interruptions.

When he sees you turn back around again, he tumbles forward toward you. Tears begin to fall down his cheek, and the dildo slips out from the movement. He was so close. You were so close to helping him. He needed your help.

He murmurs a whiny curse under his breathe, and turns back toward it. His brain is fuzzy, and the only thing he seems to want in this very moment was to cum, from you. 

He pouts, and whimpers, but he sits back on it, and his eyes roll back with a sigh. And just like before he begins grinding on the toy, but this time he isn't moaning, it's full on whines and whimpers. “Please. Please help. Im trying to be good. Please, I can't without you.”

He bites his lip so it doesnt tremble, and he watches the precum drip out of his cock and onto the floor. His dick looks so useless in this moment, it was almost humiliating. He wishes you were looking at him, to tease him for how leaky he was. To praise him for how good he was doing.

With every bounce he whimpers your name. 

“Meguru,” You sigh, “You're so needy.” 

He hears the chair squeak, and you stand up. Tears stream down his face, but he's smiling as you walk over to him. He slows his movements when you crouch down in front of him. The two of you are now on eye level and he stares at you with glazed eyes and shaky legs.

You run your fingers down his jaw, and to his lips, gently telling him to release the poor bitten pink flesh. “What am I going to do with you, kitty?”

He sobs at the condescending words and collapses into you, the toy still lodged between his legs. “Fuck me. Fuck me, please. Wanna–I want it!” He says, buring his flushed face into your neck.

You pull him back again by his hair, similar to earlier, and you swear you heard a moan. “No. You can cum from that. I know you can. I'll be here to watch.”

He frowns again, obviously not liking this answer, but too fucked out to really do anything. Besides, at this point he will take anything from you.

 So, he just grabs onto shoulders and uses them as leverage for his movements.

His mouth now hangs open, and he's staring at you the entire time, while you coo and run you fingers through his hair. “Look how cute you are. Such a pretty kitty.”

Those were the words he craved, needed. He nods helplessly and giggles breathlessly , trying to put on the role he planned on even with his fucked out brain. “M-Meow!”

You grin at the sound, kissing his neck as he keens at the feeling. His legs are shaking and with everybounce you can hear the lewd slapping noise of skin upon hardwood. He's drooling ever so slightly, and he staring at you with hearts in his eyes. 

His moans begin to get higher and pitch, and his hands seem to tighten on your shoulder. You know the signs by heart now, you've seen it so many times. “Need to cum?”

“Yes! Close! I’m–Can I please?” You glance at the cute puddle on pre beginning to form beneath him and kiss his cheek.

“Sure. You can cum,” You whisper into his ear, and pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around the back of you neck for stability. With every breathe a high pitched moan is released, and sweet the sound turns you on immensely,

He nuzzles his tear-streaken face into your shoulder and mumbles, “For you,” on repeat and you smile in his hold. 

“Yeah kitty, cum for me.” 

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck, I cant–Im cumming!” He grips onto you tighter when he feels the wave crash over him. His whole body jerks, and he shuts his eyes adorably tight. You grin when you see his legs tremble and feet curl from under the pawprint socks. His fuming cock leaks out a coupious amount of liquid onto the floor, making the puddle even bigger now. 

He holds onto you, even after his orgasm tears through him, almost seeming to purr when you run your fingers through his hair. He nuzzles into your embrace, and slides himself off the toy. “Mhmmm. Felt good,” he mumbles into your neck.

“Good. Cmon, let's clean you up and run you a bath so that I can finish my essay.”

He begins to litter kisses up your neck, and you sigh, knowing something is about to come. “Actually I was thinking bout round two.”

You shake your head, and rub the bridge of you nose. “I've never met anyone as needy as you.”

He laughs, a little breathlessly and dazed from the after effects of the orgasm. “I'm glad. I can have you all to myself.” 

And even with his now trembling legs, he manages to pull the both of you up, and drag you toward the bedroom. He pushes you down on the bed and races toward the toy box before you could even protest.

When he comes back with the toy in his hands, he has a glint in his eyes. “I was thinking the vibrating one.”

You eye the now vibrating dildo, twice the size of the previous one. “You trying to not play soccer for a couple on days?”

He laughs, and dives onto the bed, already planning on what to say to keep you distracted from the essay.

In the end the assignment was turned in late, but you couldn't even be that mad, because your boyfriend is grinning lazily on the bed, hair messy, and legs shaking from the multiple rounds the two of you went at it.

He was such a pretty sight to behold.

[dewinthestars]

📚 Procrastination vs. Quick Deadlines: How to Turn Pressure into Productivity 💻

Let’s be real—procrastination happens to the best of us. You know that creeping feeling of doom when a deadline looms closer than expected? Here’s the thing: quick deadlines can actually work in your favor if you approach them right. Here’s how to handle procrastination like a pro:

Why Do We Procrastinate?

• Fear of failure (you don’t start because it won’t be perfect).

• Overwhelm (the task feels TOO big).

• “I work better under pressure” (but do you really?).

How to Crush It with Quick Deadlines

1️⃣ Divide and Conquer

Break your task into tiny, doable chunks.

• 1 hour left? Focus on the key points only.

• Got 24 hours? Plan for three sprints with short breaks.

2️⃣ Activate Beast Mode

Use time-blocking apps like Forest or set a timer (hello, Pomodoro method). No distractions allowed during these blocks.

3️⃣ Set Artificial Deadlines

Treat self-made deadlines like the real deal. For example:

• Essay due Friday? Act like it’s due Wednesday.

4️⃣ Eliminate Decision Paralysis

Start with the easiest part to build momentum—write the intro later. Just start.

5️⃣ Reward Yourself

Beat the clock? Treat yourself to your fave snack, a cozy Netflix binge, or even a nap (guilt-free, of course).

Remember:

Progress > Perfection. Your work doesn’t have to be flawless; it just has to exist. Deadlines are your motivation—let them push you to greatness, not panic. 💪

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What do you think being in prison was actually like for All For One? We know he lies A LOT, so I don't think he's nearly as unaffected as he's shown or rather not shown I guess 😓

Thinking deeper on afo's imprisonment it's actually a lot more disturbing the more I think about it.

What afo is going through is basically solitary confinement 24/7. Guns constantly pointed at him ready to headshot him the second he tries tapping into his quirk or squirms too much. Unable to move at all from the neck down due to restraints. So many sensors it leaves him either completely vulnerable or overstimulated at worst. We never see him lying down either. He's always sitting which is painfull and extremely detrimental to a person's health and mobility if done for long hours without standing up.

I know he's an S rank criminal and super dangerous because the only person who could defeat him (All Might) retired, but you're telling me this futuristic society couldn't do anything more humane with all that tech other than shoving him into a death trap? (I wanted to call it a Saw death trap, but I never watched any of the Saw films ummm)

There's also the more creepy implication to questions like how does afo go to the bathroom in Tartarus. There's no way they just let him walk up to a toilet/urinal 😨

All For One is no stranger to dehumanization and he takes almost everything in stride even Tartarus from the looks of it, but that one panel where he almost begs All Might to not go always stuck out to me.

Sorry for the long essay. I just wanted to say something about this and chat with a fellow All For One fan.

you don't need to apologize, it's an interesting topic!

I think afo's time in prison affected him more deeply than he would ever admit. look how they had him ->

strapped to a metal slab, not being able to move his limbs at all, alone for hours constantly being watched and he doesn't have access to his quirks that allow him to navigate the world so he's completely blind here. oh let's not forget that if he thinks about activating a quirk or makes a sudden movement the guns pointed at his head will automatically shoot him. also like you said being in a sitting position for a long period of time will end up being detrimental to your health.

tartarus whole existence is a violation of human rights and that's without mentioning the disgusting way the guards treat the prisoners. yes they did evil things, but I think dehumanization of any group of people is a dangerous road to walk on and can lead to horrific things committed against said group because it's easier to justify doing horrid things to others if you think the other party isn't even human. with all the amazing quirks and technology that is available it's a surprise to see that they haven't come up with a better way to deal with imprisoned villains. maybe it's because they don't care to come up with a better solution because once again they don't see them as humans so why should they bother trying to make their living situation more bearable? awful stuff.

too bad we don't see anyone from our main cast really question this type of treatment, but oh well. I guess it's implied some things did change as we see spinner was allowed to write and publish a book while in prison (doubt they let him free to do it). so he's not strapped to a metal chair all day like the other prisoners we saw. unless he's getting some special treatment, I don't know the story doesn't really tell us about what happened with him after his confrontation with izuku. only shows us that he managed to publish his book.

BUT back to the main question, what was being in prison in like for afo? honestly, I think he had to fight to stay sane while down there. being in those conditions for a long period of time will wear down your sanity. you saw how desperate he was for all might to stay and talk with him despite him being someone he hates. probably the thought of getting yoichi back kept him going, after all when he's down there he gets excited when he's able to hear his voice for the first time in over a century. even the guards freaked out because his the monitor tracking his vitals went crazy when he heard it.

still I think the whole experience disturbs him more than he would ever admit and it was traumatic but he just shoves down in order to focus on the goal ahead of him. no time to process any of that he's got a brother to catch

[wuahae]

CONGRATS AGAIN MY LOVELY SHING STAR BFF TWINSTER 4LYFER CAT!!!! im forever proud of u my lovely <333

hopefully i can send a little request of jacob (sorry i am in my crazy cobster feelings) + 8:24 pm + a library!!

(suggestive; minors dni!)

[20:24] / library

-

“jacob.”

there’s the distinct noise of your clothes rustling, wooden chair creaking as jacob leans over more, breathing in your scent as he nuzzles into the nape of your neck. “hmm?”

“jacob, not here.” a beat of silence, and then nothing. he shifts lower—higher, if you account for his hand on your thigh. you try again, voice wavering. “jacob.”

“yes, my love?”

“don’t ‘my love’ me!” you hiss, smacking him lightly. “we could get caught!”

he hums again, leisurely, innocently. “by who?”

it’s times like these you really wonder how you end up in situations like this. the only reason you were in this godforsaken (you can only hope god isn’t watching) library in the first place on a friday night was because you had this cursed essay due at midnight, and by the time you’d arrived at the library in the afternoon, you hadn’t even started. jacob had joined you around six pm with the promise of dinner together, but as the minutes ticked by and the essay wasn’t exactly writing itself, that promise seemed more futile by the second.

(“let’s go,” he’d said, tucking his chin on your shoulder as he looked over at your laptop. “you can take a little break to go eat.”

“i can’t,” you bemoaned, fingers clacking away at your keyboard, 15 separate tabs opened on your browser along with multiple other windows. “this is life or death.”

well, it might as well have been. this damn thing was worth 15% of your grade.

jacob then drawled out your name slowly, sweetly, and instinctively, you tensed. the cursor blinked on your screen, halfway through typing a word. a chill ran up your spine—you’ve known him long enough to sense danger before it came.)

and that was how the situation escalated to this, secluded in the stacks of the library, completely at your boyfriend’s mercy.

“we’re going to get banned from the library,” you manage to make out through breathless puffs of air and restrained whines as jacob inches his fingers higher up your inner thigh, tracing little shapes onto the sensitive skin. he sucks on the thin skin of your throat once, like a point of emphasis, before letting go to murmur.

“don’t worry,” he assures. “no one’s coming by here at this hour. and besides—” jacob makes his first bold move, his thumb moving up and brushing slightly over your underwear. “even if we did get caught, we wouldn’t get banned. the librarian loves me.”

he gives a little more pressure, a soft tug at the nape of your neck, and a soft moan passes by your lips before you slap your hand over your mouth, squeaking out whatever was left. “jacob!”

“so you do want to get caught,” jacob muses, warm breath twisting your stomach into knots. “i’m okay with that too, but you should have just said so from the beginning. we could have chosen a much more conspicuous—” he strokes you again, harder, and your legs spread involuntarily “—spot.”

“th…that’s not what i—” you try to say, but it all comes out jumbled from your cotton-heavy tongue, brain foggy as the ugly yellow library lights clash with the blue light emitting from the computer screen, half-written document staring right back at you. “you know i have to get this done.”

“you can spare a few moments to go eat, love.” it must be a talent of his, the ability to sound so sweet and kind even as he watches you dissolve away in his palm like wet tissue paper. no wonder no one ever believes you when you tell them of your jacob-inflicted woes. “you haven’t had anything since breakfast.”

“i had a—ah—a protein bar.”

jacob tilts your chin towards him with his other hand, a disapproving look. “now we both know that isn’t a meal.”

you choke back a frustrated cry, squeezing your eyes shut. “jacob—”

“why are you calling me that?”

“what?”

“my name,” jacob says, thumbing the edge of your underwear aside. your gut twists again, breath catching as he ghosts a finger over you, fully bared for him. satisfaction seeps and settles into him, even as he tries to keep up the innocent charade, the way he smiles knowing he has you right where he wants you. he knows exactly what to expect when he starts these kinds of things with you, having done so too many times before; this time is no different. “call me cobie, like you always do.”

this is it. this truly is the end for you. everything feels so loud—your restrained moans, the rumble of the air conditioning, the slip of his finger against you that only gets more obscene as he mouths at you. cobie is for when he’s normal, when he’s kind and gentle and the textbook definition of the perfect boyfriend, not when he’s like this, when he’s trying to unmake you until he’s left with only your want. it’s why you try your luck again, consequences be damned. (maybe out of spite, maybe to gain back some sense of control in the midst of his molding.) “jacob, i really don’t think that’s what we should be—”

“cobie,” he corrects, insistent. “say it with me. co—“ he draws out the syllables, sweet and melodic, hand slipping completely underneath your panties and pinching your clit “—bie.”

the surprised yelp that escapes you is unrestrained, unfiltered, the embarrassment rushing through your veins somehow just making the burning in your core grow hotter. “come on, say it,” jacob probes, and you’re fumbling to hold onto anything that can ground you: the chair edge, the table, the toned arm between your legs, flexing as he slowly drags you to a high.

“can you feel that?” he asks softly, palm pressed firm against you, slick and wet and desperate. he drags his fingers (the second is a new addition; he doesn’t miss the way your breath hitches) and lets them catch at your opening. your head spins, his fingers teasing around and never in. “looks like your body is honest even when you don’t want to be.” 

jacob lingers, pauses his ministrations for a moment too long, and you let out a questioning whine in response. it’s pleading, it’s instinctive, it’s downright humiliating, but it pales in comparison to the way you feel yourself clench around nothing, the way your hips twitch and jerk, rutting against anything he’s willing to give you.

“p—please—”

jacob grinds his hand down, sucking at a spot beneath your jaw that has you clenching again, words incomprehensible and slurred and almost piteous with how much you beg. he runs a hand along your jaw and guides your face to him once again, his eyes patient and giving, the meaning you know of far too well. he’ll give you what you need, if you give him what he wants. and he stills. “‘please,’ what?”

fuck it all. fuck propriety and what’s left of your dignity and fuck that goddamn assignment. you've had your grave dug—you have for a long time. all you needed to do now is lie in it. blood pounds in your ears, white noise buzzing through your body; the defeat forms heavy on your tongue, your mind hazy and scrabbling for something. anything. (desire is a potent thing, and jacob has always known just where to press to make you crumble.) “please…cobie.”

jacob’s hand traces your cheek gently, lovingly, as if you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on (you are. you always have been), and smiles. “that’s my girl. that wasn’t so hard, now was it?”

he pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist as his fingers beneath you draw nearer once more, ready to plunge in and claim what’s his for the taking—

a notification pops up in the corner of your laptop, the little jingle signifying a new email sounding through the empty library. lolling your head against his shoulder, you move to catch a glimpse of what could possibly be sent to you at eight in the evening, only to see an announcement that makes you forget everything that was happening prior: good evening class. due to unforeseen circumstances, the essay final draft due date will be changed to monday midnight. hope you’re all doing well. happy weekend!

you both blink at the screen, frozen. jacob pulls his hand away from you, scooching his chair back to its regular place, but you’re still reading the email over and over again to make sure you aren’t hallucinating in a fit of hysteria.

“i’m not imagining it, right?” you ask jacob dumbly, pointing at the screen. “he really posted an extension?”

“yup!” jacob grins back. “isn’t this great? now we can finally go home.”

you shut your laptop, a sigh of relief heaving from your chest as you move to slip it back into your backpack. “thank god, cause even without what you were trying to pull, i really was not going to make it in time for—what are you doing?”

hand on the edge of your chair, jacob’s pushed you out slightly from underneath the table, kneeling to slip into the gap before pulling you back in. he places one hand on each of your knees, a distinct glint in his eyes. “well, we have to finish what we started, don’t we?”

fear. dread. a strange, twisted sense of arousal. “i thought you wanted to go get dinner?”

“i do,” jacob smiles, mischievous and teasing as he spreads your legs. pliant. “dinner’s right here.”

[productivityera]

New plan for productivity

The great thing about doing 100 days of productivity, or similar challenges is that you can go through them when you're done and find what worked/didn't work.

I've been super unmotivated lately - exams are coming up and I have a few life things I need to do. How about a productivity challenge 2.0?

Lasts year's challenge was crazy - I had so many commitments, so little time, and above all, I was stressed out sooo much. To say the least, it was an overcommitment. At the end of the day, how did I get through it?

Special Consideration !!

This was a lifesaver for me. On my last exam, I had to deal with so many things, plus our new house didn't have any wifi. We live in a regional area, meaning there were no 24/7 cafes and no libraries open to study. It also felt like a cop-out - which it shouldn't have. I was going through a crazy time - and studying for an exam wasn't exactly something that had to be done immediately.

So ... I am going to be doing a new productivity blog - but this time it's going to be on my terms. I will set realistic goals, I will make sure I have time for my social life, exercise and relaxation, and I will be concentrating on making healthy habits.

So, realistic goals mean that they follow the SMART format:

S - Specific (I have a clear goal) eg. I will complete questions 2-7 on a worksheet.

M- Measurable. (Time or goal oriented) eg. I will study for maths for one hour, I will finish one paragraph

A - Attainable (Goals I know I can acheive) eg. I cannot say "I will finish this essay in one day", instead. "I will dedicate 6 hours to this essay today"

R - Relevent (Relevence to my study) eg. highlighting text isn't exactly a great use of my time, given I don't even do readings

T - Time-based (Set a deadline) eg. By 5pm I will have completed a practice quiz

If I find that I a goal doesn't follow the SMART format, or the goal simply isn't doable in a set time frame, or that I will be studying for an exhorbenent amount of time to acheive my goals, I decide that I need help. This help may mean applying for special consideration on any assignments - it may mean asking members of my family to do certain household tasks if I dont have time to do them. It may also mean lowering my expections for myself.

A question I also ask myself is: "How do I stay motivated when I'm not stressed tf out?"

I am quite good at completing tasks that make me very stressed. When I have an assignment due, the only way I feel like I can study is by studying an hour beforehand or submitting an essay with a minute to spare.

It is week 9 of the semester right now - I have 3 weeks left of coursework, and plenty of time to start studying for my exams. So, time to start making a productivity blog and testing out certain methods and habits.

My health, including mental health is also important. So:

Exercise at least once a day. Even if this is 30 minute walk.

When studying, concentrate on eating nourishing foods. Fruit, nuts, not skipping meals, not snacking on junk foods if I feel peckish.

No coffee after 5pm. I know this time seems quite late, but due to my caffeine addiction, it'll get me a better night's sleep.

Plan out my day beforehand - if I don't have dog walks, plan out some other kind of exercise - how much I'm going to study etc. Block out my day using google calender - set tasks and complete them.

Plan social events with friends. Brunch's, shopping trips, study together's nights out etc. Something to look forward to.

Good luck on whatever productivity journey that you are on!

[emotionallyrin]

i feel like im in a hole

its almost the end of this college year, my second year too. i feel trapped though. i have two assignments i have to do in the next 24 hours and all i can feel for motivation is that i dont wanna be homeless lol. bare minimum motivation i guess and even then my depression is overwriting all motivation i gain.

anything about wanting to get a good education to get a job and be independent is all just gone when i feel so much despair that i just feel like im drowning constantly. im having dreams about drowning, very infrequent but they happen. usually its a lake, not a very deep one but enough that water would be up to your shoulders. i'm too weak to do anything but fall head first in and just dive, my body is tired and cold unable to help myself. sometimes my dad is there and he pulls me out , it doesn't feel like he's doing it to save me though - more like to keep me trapped in this family.

my family is a mess. i'll infrequently talk about it but just for this post all you need to know is they hate me and everything i stand for. i've heard it from their mouth, this isn't an insecurity.

my depression recently has been consuming me, like a bottomless pit. all i can think about is how i need to do this or that, obligations normal people could do with a push of grunting after all. for me, i just cant build any energy to move. my arms feel weaker by the day, my legs grow numb, my ribs feel like they're collapsing in, and my brain hates it. it's starting to feel like an excuse, i cant do the things i need to because im too depressed to move. i know i need help but my family doesnt accept i do, mental health isnt real to them, so i just wait and suffer.

i've been depressed most of my life to some extent but this is the worst its ever been due to various reasons, things i need to move forward from and get over but all i think about is how i wanna just die in my bed and sleep. its why i feel like im in a hole. im trying to do an essay right now, been trying for a few hours i guess but every time i start writing i feel dead. no motivation just feelings of wanting to cry. it's already overdue so i cant ask for an extension anymore, no help either because if my teachers knew my situation my parents would find out and every time i ask for help they just make something up so i cant get help. i dont know what to do anymore. i cant do this but i need to. i have to or else i cant break free from the prison they created for me.

this isnt a cry for help, just a vent for myself. if you want to give advice or speak about it then go ahead but seriously as much as im not ok just take this "im ok" and dont worry as much as you want to.

... also im sick for like the 4th time this year lol

[saanphoenix]

If anyone's been following me for an extended period of time, then you know I had a lot of cats. What started as a kitten rescued from a culvert down at Wal-Mart wound up becoming a small horde of about nine adults and teens due to, "If I stick the females in the bathroom when they are in heat, they can't get pregnant," being a stupid plan of someone who didn't know there was a low-cost clinic in my backyard for spaying and neutering and also taking in another kitten from a coworker that got knocked up at 4 months which I didn't even know could happen at the time.

Now, however, I have no cats to my name, a process of rehoming and surrendering them all to family members, and a local brand-new rescue that took a total of 4.5 months.

The reason I had to get rid of them was because my landlord illegally entered my house--didn't give 24-hour notice--and thought the smell of cat boxes I hadn't been able to scoop the night before was the permanent smell of the house. He also claimed he didn't even know I had cats, even though I had cats when he came to help install the new water heater, looked dead at one, and asked, "Is that cat supposed to be outside?" when said cat was poking his head out of the door they left wide open.

I repeat: This man knew I had cats. He had seen them. He had existed in my house previously and hadn't freaked the fuck out about, "~The smell. It permeates~ D:" But nah. The one day I gotta open after closing and let the boxes go for 8 hours is the day we illegally enter and assume the worst and give the tenant two whole goddamn weeks to "get rid of them." During Thanksgiving.

🙂

He also said that my dog, Clyde, would make his house insurance void if they knew what kind of dog he was, "But I'm not going to say anything because I know Clyde is a good boy." ... So, you're worried about the smell but not the potential loss of house insurance. Sure.

Anyhoo, the 4.5 month rehoming process included building an outdoor enclosure onto my shed that cost a small fortune. And I do mean small, but like, a noticeable chunk from my funds. And with it being winter, it took about two weeks to fully complete, so the lady helping me didn't freeze to death while making it.

Here they were with my dog. Inside the shed was their food and cat tree and plenty of spaces to lay around on and curl up under. Wasn't the Best set-up, but it was the best I could do until I could get them into the rescue.

Through the process of working with the rescue, I was able to Learn Some Things. I got shots and neuterings way fucking cheaper than the previous vet I was using that made me think I would be spending an arm and a leg every time I chopped the balls off a cat. Two of my kitties were sent to Kansas City, MO where one got adopted the same night they arrived and the other was adopted about a week later.

This was they. They even left Johnny's collar on him that he was surrendered with, which I thought was nice. Roche, the tabby, was the one adopted immediately. Probably because of hims derpy face.

Two of my girls went to fosters, rather than reside in the rescue's facility, and, last I checked, one was still up for adoption on PetFinder with a lovely little essay written about her using her name, Zinnia, for inspiration.

The rest appear to be in the rescue, which operates very similarly to a cat café. They have rooms set up with people-furniture and cat-furniture that allows the kitties to roam around instead of be in cages, and people can come in and just hang with the cats they might wanna adopt. There's no real need for appointments to come hang with the cats, but surrenders are by appointment only.

Despite all the stress, the mental breakdowns, and the seething rage this little Moment in my life has caused, I actually like that it forced me to learn how rescue work actually works. And I'm still working with the rescue to get the colony of cats that visit my porch TNR'd so the population will be better under control.

Squeaky, the orange tomcat that picks a fight with God and everybody, has been neutered, de-wormed, given flea treatment. But there's still Mama Cat--who is pregnant...again--her Teenaged Son and her Baby. I think Squeaky has chased off Teenaged Son the past coupla days, so he's probably going to be harder to catch, but....

Baby. Baby will be easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy. He loves Clyde and always comes running to rub up against him whenever I let him out.

...And, yes, I need to replace that screen. Don't worry about it. That'll be far easier to handle than the fucking cat enclosure. Also, once we find a decent enough truck to pull the trailer we can borrow, my ex-step-mother will be taking said enclosure to put up for her own cats.

[midasmagus]

This was trending around bsky, so I ended up doing it! Might as well post it all here as well for reading ease. I'll leave my answers below!

Do you prefer traditional drawing, or digital Digital is my fav nowadays! I do have a warm spot in my heart for pencil and ball point pen sketches though

How long have you been drawing? My earliest memories are of drawing! I’d say… maybe 24-25 years?

How many classes have you taken? Outside of mandatory art classes in school, I took additional classes in printmaking, metal work and ceramics all in high school. I did have ambitions for going to college for art, but ended up unable to proceed due to money.

What is your favorite thing to draw? My favorite thing to draw is my OC’s! Been a big fan self indulgent drawing since the dawn of time. If I had to be specific -my faves are my persona, Katsuo and M’yareh uwu

How often do you use References? Not often enough! But I’m really trying to change that habit. When I look through my portfolio I can always tell my pieces made with references outshine the others.

Whats your least favorite thing to draw? Backgrounds!!! They make me cry even though I know they're important 😩

Do you draw professional, or just for fun? Pretty much just for fun! The tiny bit of money I make from my creative endeavors just goes to savings or a little treat for myself.

Are you confident about your art? As confident as I can be! I feel happy with where I am, but I've noted the things I could improve at

Do you prefer to keep your art personal, or do you like drawing things for other people? I mostly draw for myself, but I do find joy in drawing for others as well

Do you ever collaborate with others? It's pretty rare, but I'm not against it!

Show a WIP/sketch/something that never saw the light of day. 1st design I drafted for my persona, Midas! Completely different vibe, and funny enough waaaay closer to irl me visually 😅

How long does an average piece take you to complete? Probably 8+ hours if I'm putting my all in it. I work slower than I'd like to admit 😅

Do you draw more today than you did in the past, or do you draw less? I'm in my late 20's and my life has put me in various stages of creative rennisance and horrid Art block - so, depends on what age you're comparing me to? Overall, I think I'm pretty middle of the line now. I don't pump out a finished piece a day, but I also draw regularly enough that I'm happy!

What are you currently trying to improve on? I've been interested in creating on more illustrative works - so I've been digging back into strengthening fundamentals like values, color theory, and composition.

What is most difficult for you to draw? I love the human form - hate hands. like - I like having them, but they're frustrating to make look right and match my style cohesively lol

What is the easiest thing for you to draw? Faces and hair - which I'm sure surprises no one.

Do you like to challenge yourself? 50/50! Challenging myself is cool, but I gotta make sure to remind myself that I am good at some things when I struggle lol

Are you confident your are improving steadily? I'd say yes! Even just checking in with myself every so many months I find things I note to myself that I've gotten better at.

Do you feel jealous when you see other people's art, or inspired? I’ve always been inspired to see others art! Art is a language of the heart, and I love to see it spoken. I can’t ever recall a moment where I was ever truly jealous- if there was an aspect I liked from s omeone’s work I would just dive in and study it

Do you like to draw in silence, or with music? Music all the way - or at the very least a podcat/audiobook/video essay in the background

For digital art, what program(s) do you use? Clip Paint Studio is my go-to. I do look fondly back on Paint Tool SAI though.

For traditional art, what medium do you like most? (Pencil,watercolor, etc) My fave traditional medium would be Ink in like… it's forms. I love inking, I love doodling with pens, and I adored the process of print making (ex Linocut, Copper Etching, etc)

What inspires you to not just make art, but to be a better artist? Maybe its cheesy but connecting with people, creating friendships, and sharing parts of myself to allow those connections to flourish have helped me the most find the will to improve.

[unknowingauthor]

A Personal Essay on the Exploitation of Language Due to the Frustrating Over Consumption of Media.

Language today has been diluted of all its worth. The substance of a phrase or word is rendered meaningless in the society in which we live. Where the use of devaluing sincere meaning is promoted. I have become stupid in communication to fit within the standards of my community. Media and the lifestyles of today promote constant input and overstimulation of content. Starting with the 24-hour news cycle and this idea of forcing entertainment all day down our throats and spilling all over social media. There is no such thing as impartial news anymore if there ever had been in the past. Each side of the political party has become so extreme and untrustworthy. Each side thinks they are entirely right, and the other is completely wrong. How can either of these logic can be right? We do not live in a black and white world, but we cannot allow ourselves to be dominated by ideas of opinion. 

The thoughts and beliefs we have are based on everything we have seen and learn. What if I told you everything you know is a lie, based of the “reality” you have created. All in that you do stems from all in that you have done previously. So therefore, if you would have done anything differently, you would not be where you are. Not only the fact if you had done something different but if anyone ever in the whole entire world and changed one thing. However, I cannot judge you, as I have not lived your life. It is selfish to believe someone is wrong and stupid for their different ideals. However, people who want to hurt themself or others, belittle a group of people, promote racism, genocide, and more are a different case. They have underlying evil. 

The way you become evil is to have a substantial amount of evil upon you in your life. The evil they have perceived as a child has shaped them, combined with the biological factors they possess that differentiate them. What does this all have to do with the use of language? Due to the political landscape becoming so extreme, normalized irrational language has entered every conversation with the loss of respect. The words in which we speak are tainted with hatred of the “opposing” party. How can we want the same thing yet go about it completely differently? The politicians, the influences, the billionaires, and the celebrities have intentionally created problems to focus your attention on while they are busy committing their evil acts. Instead of moving forward, they have you stuck in the past ,trying to undo systems created to solve evil. These systems may have failed, but make them better. Don’t take us back in time. The nostalgia we long for is a dangerous tool, they have weaponized against us. Sure gas prices and divorce rates were lower, but now we’re happier and luckier than every single person who has come before us. 

How can this bold statement be made when the generations today are more depressed than ever? Well, I make it confidently, offering the sentiment that depression and sadness levels have not changed. We are just now more free to be depressed. We have more ability then ever to be sad, to make messes of our lives, to spend more when we don’t earn, and make mistakes, because we are free and have taken power. Yet, everywhere you look, someone is trying to take your power away to keep it for themselves. And we are giving in. Cause it is easier to believe the lies we are told. It is easier to not question what we see, and the regurgitate that misinformation, spreading it more. 

News today is a sad form of fictional entertainment. It runs 24/7, and there is time to fill. The time they want to fill is the stuff they don’t want to report to reinforce the idea that they are giving you. The world today is served on a platter all packaged on how they want you to see it. Gossip sites that contain “news” are never going to be trustworthy. Stop getting stuck in the opinions, that are rooted in lies. WAKE UP. Wake up, we aren’t living life for ourselves. We mean nothing when we talk and we talk with about nothing with real meaning. We know nothing, so stop thinking you do. Be curious, challenge ideas, start a new path. Our word is meaningless due to this overconsumption of media. 

On the other side of things, social media. Where the use of posting “news” post on stories to spread “awareness” does inherently nothing, and shows a lackluster performance of trying to be politically involved. “Everyone today is an activist” Spreading message of the cause they learned about five seconds ago, yet feel so deeply. You don’t really care about these things, you just want to show to others that you look like you do. A social performance guided by the thought of wanting to look like a good person. You have actively accomplished nothing yet are empowering the whole community around you. Then contributing to the cause of such a devastating event. 

All the words people fill into my head feel like an empty pit of hollow gestures and empty promises. Today, anything will be said as a way to gain attention and a following. We are doomed if we continue to not see the whole picture. Nothing we do matters, BECAUSE thats how they have made it. We can change, we can matter, but only when we wake up to the cycles we have been placed in. I fear my words now, will only become truer.

[libmoopsychblog]

New semester, new me (I hope)...

I've had a lot of time to stare at my wall and re-evaluate the way that I tried to approach my first semester on the MRes course! But now I think it's time to do a bit of self reflection and to form an action plan for semester two so I don't burn out before graduation.

My experience of the first semester was challenging to say the least! Throughout my full life in academia, I've always struggled to stay on top of workloads and to start an assignment earlier than 24 hours before it's due date. At the start of semester one, I told myself that this would be the year for me: I'd convinced myself that a switch would flip in my brain and this year I would turn into the academic weapon that I was born to be. But it just didn't happen... Every submission in semester one was proceeded with a frantic rush up to the last second that was made ten times more stressful because of how much more difficult this work is to any I've had to submit in the past. Take the coding assignment as an example- I still have nightmares about how much my head hurt trying to finish that task on time!!

Whilst I've always been able to (somehow) walk out with good grades doing work in this way, it's just not a sustainable way to submit work at a Master's level. Not just because of the higher standard of work, but I've found 27 grey hairs coming through on my head since last November and I can't afford to dye my hair every week to cover them up. Joking aside, eventhough it makes me feel smart and accomplished to be able to write a 4000 word essay in 15 hours with no prior planning, I'm going to make sure that this is going to be the semester, albeit my final semester, that I become the academic success story that they write books about.

To give myself credit where it's due, I have constantly proven to myself that I can work under pressure. Pressure has always been my main motivator when it comes to submissions- I leave it until the pressure is at its peak to even begin thinking about writing. So at least now that when I get asked if I "deal well in high pressure situations" in a job interview, I know myself I'm not lying. But I have seen the negative consequences of this method on my mental health in the long run. I've constantly been in this cycle where I'll get mad at myself when I submit something because I know it's not my best work and this just can't continue.

When I think deeply about it, I think it is the constant passing grades that have stopped me from ever changing my ways. Why change a system that works, right? But I need to value my own mental health, stress levels and sleep more than I ever have. For me, it goes back to a classic theory I studied in A-Level Sociology- the Self-Fulfilling Prophecy. I have convinced myself that I am somebody who needs a looming deadline and peaked pressure and who cannot work on an assignment in small, manageable chunks so that is exactly the type of person that I have become. So from now, I'll take my whole academic career so far as a learning curve and break the beliefs that I have forced upon myself about the conditions that I need to work in.

So here we are: the all important action plan.

1: Dear Diary...

A diary! I don't know how it has taken me 21 years to come to such a blatantly obvious revelation. But from now, I'm keeping a diary dedicated to all things deadline, planning and uni related. This way I have to hold myself accountable to the plans I've made for myself and can never say I don't know when something is due because it's in the diary.

2: Going to sleep on deadline Eve.

No more all nighters the night before a deadline! I've made a pact with myself that my work has to be submitted early so there is absolutely no work to be done the night before something is due. This way, I can be all tucked up in bed early the night before like a kid on Christmas Eve... bliss.

3: Slow and Steady Wins the Race

A lesson that I should have learned in primary school when they used to read the book about the tortoise and that rabbit. All of my work will be broken up into manageable chunks that I can complete in the weeks leading up until the deadline, rather than it just being done in one go.

So there we have it, a concise three step action plan that'll (hopefully) make semester two an absolute breeze... I'll let you know how that one goes.

[snailsgoingdowntown]

Out of Character | yan Xiao

Yandere Xiao! x afab! Reader.

No pronouns are used, but the body of the reader is female. I can’t write nsfw for gender neutral readers at all. It just doesn’t flow right I hope this is okay –

This is inspired by the Xiaowo concept/au of @merakiui

Sorry if this version of Xiao is out of character...

Warnings: general yandere themes, toxic relationship, toxic behavior, obsessive behavior, unhealthy mindset, drugging, manipulation, victim blaming, mention of alcohol.

Not sfw warnings: unprotected sex, somnophilia, blowjob, fingering, vaginal sex, non-con, dubcon, cowgirl, biting.

If I missed any warnings, please tell me.

Disclaimer: I do NOT condone the actions or behaviors that take place in this piece of fiction. None of this should be considered romantic or even normal as it extremely toxic and dangerous. This is NOT a healthy relationship.

Unedited. Like. I gave up editing this before I even tried. Its over 7k man, my brain does not want to edit this at all, not even 24 hours from now. And no pronouns should be used, but if did use some by accident, please tell me where they are so I can take them out. 

Wordcount: 7959k

MINORS AND AGLESS BLOGS DNI WITH THIS POST OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING.

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 i. Sleep tight

In hindsight, this plan should have been easy to carry out. All he had to do was drug your drink, mix the liquid with your tea. It’s an easy step, too easy, and yet here he is, running out of time as his hand trembles above the cup. You’re in the restroom, and he’s running out of time. He takes in a deep breath, trying to harden his resolve – he pours it the moment he hears the toilet flush.

It would have been a waste of money if he didn’t use it. It’s only reasonable, yes. That’s what he tells himself when the guilt starts to set in, resting deep in his bones. It’s something he’s been wanting for a while, and well, he’s not sure if you would ever give yourself to him. And Xiao can only be so patient for so long – it was bound to happen, one day. He was bound to crack and lose composure in one way or another.

And today just happened to be the day.

No, it was the day when he bought this drug online from a shady seller. He even waited a week before deciding when to use it, making sure that the cops won’t be called on him. After all, who would buy this date-rape drug online?

He manages to calm down by the time you get back, placing your cup on the coffee table. His own cup is on the other side, drug free, and hides his excitement when you sit down. “Did I make you wait long? I know this project is due soon, and well, while I was in the restroom you were probably working your ass off…”

“No, it’s fine. You were only in there for a minute, no need too fret.” He takes a sip from his drink before gesturing to yours. “It’s leftover tea from earlier. I heated it up in the microwave… probably not the best idea, now that I think about it. It’s currently the only thing I have now. I need to go shopping.”

He even got rid of the other drinks beforehand and kicked Venti out of the dorm room for the entire day and night. And knowing him, he’ll be hung over at a friend’s the next day. Everything should go according to plan if he keeps playing his cards right.

“Oh, thank you. I was kinds thirsty,” and without giving it a thought, you drank it. He watches you gulp the drink down and set oy back on the table. He hides his smile behind the sleeve of his turtleneck, coughing into it. Oh, how naïve you were, going into a guy’s room alone and even drinking something you didn’t see him pour. Didn’t your parents teach you to be weary of men?

Or rather, get to know someone before trusting them.

It doesn’t kick in right away, helping with the essay part of the project, typing away on his computer. You were making the model, applying the glue to certain parts. His heart beats harshly as each second go by, eyeing you to see any type of reaction. That drug… it was the real deal, right? His typing slows down a bit at the thought.

Another minute passes by before you show signs of anything. The only sound in the room is typing and your yawns. It would have been peaceful, nice even, if he hadn’t had… other intentions. Intentions that involve devious thoughts, thoughts he’s held back on for so long now. He wanted a taste of you, just a little taste… he promises to himself he won’t stick his dick in you. Yet.

Because if this plan works, he has another one in mind. One that could be considered worse than this, due to a different aspect of it. But you’ll want it then, you’ll want him.

It took half an hour to effect you in the way he wanted. Half an hour of waiting, sweating as his glasses would fog up and passing it for the warmth of the room. Half an hour of trying to stay calm and keep his composure, shifting in place every few seconds. Half an hour of worrying that it was a fake and a waste of money.

He’s excited when it starts to work.

“Mmh… I’m getting a bit… tired…” your words are slurred and hard to understand at first. He loves the way your eyes are droopy, how you can barely keep them open. Without thinking, he offers you his bed, gently taking your hand to help you stand. His face is flushed red as your body presses against his. He hopes you can’t feel or hear his heartbeat, but then again, you don’t seem to notice anything. You’re already half passed out by the time he lays you on the bed.

“Sorry… for…”

You can’t even finish the sentence, eyes closing as your breathing slows down. The effects of this drug can be rather… deadly if he gives the wrong dose. Doses of every medicine requires the weight of the one who takes it. And he managed to get to talk about little details without raising any red flags; things about your health and medical history that come off as curiosity as he shares his. You should have really thought things through before telling him.

But you didn’t, and that was your downfall. He tries his best not to rush things the moment you knocked out, simply looking at your sleeping body. You look like an angel, so innocent… and so easy to taint. White is the color of innocence as red is the color of lust, which he is filled with. He inhales when his knuckles graze against the skin of your cheek gently, wanting to treat you nicely. But it’s getting hard to, when your lips are parted like that.

“I’m the one who should be apologizing… I just tricked and drugged you, and now I’m going to my way with you. it’s not like you’re going to remember anything of this, really. So, it should be fine.” He mumbles to himself, looking over every inch of your body. The bed dips and creaks under his weight, legs on either side of you. This is a dream come true.

He starts off slow, simply lifting your shirt above your chest to show off your breasts – to his irritation they’re hidden by a bra. He huffs, simply pushing the article of clothing upwards, resulting in your breasts bouncing free from them. Once again, his face turns red, your breasts so round and nipples perky from the cold air. He tries to shove the guilt away to the back of his head.

He’s waited too long for this. Every flirtation he managed to cough up the courage for was seen as friendliness from you. Every date invitation was met by a smile, and saying it was a good plan for the project. His advances were turned down unknowingly, and due to his shyness, was unable to persist with it. But now? Now you were asleep and ready for the taking.

His to take.

His glasses slip down the bridge of his nose a bit, quickly fixing them before they fell on you. His hand trembles as he lowers it to grope you; it shakes even more when he stops right above your chest. He knows this is wrong, it’s extremely fucked up and you would hate him for it. But it’s not like you would find out, really, the drug will last from anywhere for 3 to 6 hours. Enough time to do what he pleases with you, and you will be none the wiser.

The guilt refuses to go away still. He takes in another deep breath, hardening his resolve – it would have been a waste of money. That’s the final straw, finally groping your breast a little too lightly, nipple rubbing against his palm. It’s softer than he expected, squishier too, he gropes a bit harder. He watches your face, looking for any signs that you might wake up.

When there are none, he goes harder, mind a mess as he feels you up. His eye catches your other breast and with his free hand, he pinches your nibble. He rubs his thumb against it next, the bud perky. He tries his hardest to be gentle with you – it’s the least he can do. It’s something he tells himself to make himself feel better. Because a good person wouldn’t drug their obsession the love of their live and proceed to sexually assault and rape them.

He’s a horrible person.

But even so, he can’t stop his actions, can’t stop his hands from squeezing and pinching, happy that you’re finally under him. When you let out a soft moan after a rather hard pinch, his body freezes. For a second, everything stops. He can’t even breath, and he’s sure that his heart stopped for a bit. But your eyes don’t open, they stay closed, and he repeats the action to see if your body will react in the same manner.

It does, and once again, your eyes remain closed. He lets out a sigh of relieve, finally able to breathe again. He likes the sounds you make – they’re so cute, so lewd. It would have been better if you were awake, if you wanted this, but Xiao’s not delusional and he knows you don’t… crave for him. But he’ll make you crave for him, after this.

“I didn’t think… I didn’t think it would be this lewd. It’s amazing, how soft your body is so far. I wonder if your stomach will be this soft. And your thighs… your stockings hug them nicely; I want to bite them. Can I? Can I bite them, please?”

It’s laughable, how needy he is right now. He continues to ask over and over, despite knowing you’re not able to answer. With each one he lowers his head and body more and more hands leave your breast to lift your legs up a bit. His head is right between your legs, eye to eye with your panties – stripped ones. It’s so perverted, the way his erection strains against his pants and tongue craves your taste.

He gently bites your inner thigh, enjoying the way your leg jolts. He sinks his teeth into it more, keeping in mind not to leave any marks. That will be for another day, today is just for learning about your body. About what makes you moan and scream in your sleep, if possible, what makes you wet. It’s for practice. Today is all about practice.

He doesn’t remove your stockings, knowing he won’t bother to put them back on once he’s done. Once’s he’s had his fill of that, he switches to your leg, biting and licking your inner thigh, mouth getting closer to your cunt with each movement. He takes in a breath before backing away, sitting up on his knees as he gives your body a look over. His hands stroke your legs before moving up to your stomach.

The guilt builds up more each time he stops to think about what to do next. He’s sure that he won’t ever recover from this, he won’t be able to go back and pretend he didn’t have wet dreams about you. It’s too late to turn back now, anyway.

“I promise to make you feel good… really good,” he slides your panties off, hands shaking the entire tine. This will be the first time he’ll see a pretty pussy in real life. This will be the first time he’ll see your pretty pussy in general. He gulps once the fabric is completely off and throws it to some random corner. He’ll have to remember to put them back on before you wake up.

He just stares at it for a while, your bare lips out on display for his eyes. And only for him. His glasses almost fall off again when bends his head down too much. Reaching down, he places thumb where he thinks your clit is. He rubs the area until he can feel the little bundle of nerves, and when he touches it, your body jolts again. His eyes zoom in on where his hand is, thumb rubbing circles into your clit, making you whine in your sleep.

Xiao takes his other hand to play with your chest again, squeezing and pinching all over again. It leaves in awe just how soft your body is. He can play with all day, but sadly, he has a time limit. And he needs to be done before then to hide the evidence of what took place on his bed today. No hint of him taking advantage of your body shall remain.

The clock ticks in the background as his thumb abuses your clit. He’s not sure if he’s being too rough at this point, but your body is just reacting so nicely… how can he resist going a bit rougher?

“Fuck, you’re so cute and sexy… I really want to fuck you right now, stick my dick in and just cum inside of you. Fuck, I just want to do that so bad… but it’s not the right time. Not yet. Soon, if I can work up the courage once more… you’ll be begging for me then. Hopefully…”

Xiao slides his hand down from your clit to the entrance of your hole. Your cunt is wet by now, not dripping wet, but wet enough for him to slide a finger in. Which is what he does with his middle finger, sliding it carefully as he palms his erection with his other hand. Your walls are just so soft, so greedy, sucking his finger in like that. He didn’t think a vagina would be so squishy. Not that he was complaining.

He was just surprised.

The lens of his glasses fogged up once more, amber eyes looking at how well you’re taking him. You’re moaning too, how cute – your lips are parted, and he wants to kiss them, but at the same time he wants to see your greedy cunt take his finger in. It’s a sight he’ll never get tired of, and in the end, he decided to kiss your lips, adding a second finger, and curling them. He swallows your whimpers and moans, trying to keep some of his composure. He can’t afford to lose complete control right now.

He mumbles into the one-sided kiss, “I love you I love you so much. You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting this… gods, I wish you were awake right now. I wish that you would wake up and kiss me back, saying that you love me too. But I know you don’t… but, at the very least, I can make you start to like me a bit. Sex induces positive emotions, right?” He can only hope that will be the case for the second part of his plan.

The kiss is messy, his saliva coating your lips as he shoves his tongue into your mouth. It plays with yours, his fingers thrusting in and out of your cunt faster, rougher, wanting to draw out more of your cute noises. Your body is reacting nicely, twitching as your legs close in on his hand. Your cunt is dripping wet now, and he can feel your walls tightening around his digits. Are you close? Are you about to cum all over his fingers and make a mess? He wonders if you’re a squirter.

And sure enough, with more thrusts and curls of his fingers, you cum on his fingers, making a mess. You’re not a squirter, right now at least. Panting, he pulls back, saliva trailing behind. Your lips look bruised, and he hopes it’ll go away by the time you wake up. And with that, there is one more thing left for today. A blowjob.

Xiao’s body shivers as he fixes your bodies, positioning them to the way he wants. He straddles your chest, careful not to put all his weight on you. His cock is leaking precum by the time he pulls it from his pants, lifting his turtleneck sweater and shirt underneath up. It’s twitching, ready to feel the warmth of your mouth. With a shaky intake of breath, he opens your mouth a bid wider with one hand, the other one guiding his excited cock to it. And when he moves it into it, he thinks he can cum just from that.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… it’s so good. Thank God, I drugged you today, thank God you were wearing a skirt so I could finger you easily today. Thank God you were naïve enough to trust me… I’m sorry for tricking you, though. It’s… ah… it’s your fault, though…” he bites his lip, trying to focus on how good your mouth feels. It’s a sinner’s heaven, a sinner’s lust.

His hips buck wild, and he forgot all about being nice and gentle with you. His mind is in a fog, too hazy to notice anything other than his cock in your mouth. He pretends that you would enjoy this while awake, that you would forgive him for doing this to you. That you would wrap your tongue around his length as you suck it, doing your best to pleasure him. That you would bat your pretty eyes at him as he fucks your face – but none of that happens as you remain asleep. Unaware of the horrible things he’s doing to your body.

Precum stains your tongue as his tip twitches more and more with each thrust. His balls are tightening, and he feels that familiar pressure in his gut – he’s getting close. His panting is getting rougher along with his movements. He starts to imagine your reaction if you woke up during this. Would you cry? Scream? Or would you like it, begging him to cum inside your mouth so you could swallow it?

He groans at the thought and gets closer to climax. It’s gross, what he’s doing. It’s horrible, really, yet in the middle of all the pleasure, he can’t find it in him to care. The guilt that will come with his actions will come once they are done. Right now, he just wants to use your mouth like a fleshlight.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, (name), fuck…” with a moan of your name, he pulls out barely in time to cum all over your face. White ropes of cum stains your pretty face, and he huffs once he’s done. It’s such a pretty sight, seeing you covered in his cum. He wants to remember this moment forever and never forget it. And he takes out his phone, opening the camera – it flashes, and your, cum covered face is now saved forever.

He stays like that for a while, simply soaking in the bliss aftermath. It felt amazing. And next time, he’ll make sure that you both will be awake for it… he just has to find that other drug. And with that said… he has some cleaning up to do.

ii. Don’t let the bed-bugs bite

You don’t remember anything that had taken place that day. As a matter of fact, it was all foggy to you, only remember going to his dorm for the project, and passing out. You had complained that your body felt a bit sore, and you had this weird taste in your mouth. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but it was just… odd.

His heart almost burst through his chest when you brought that up. He was scared, extremely scared and worried that somehow, you found out. But you didn’t, and simply laughed it off. Said something about it being morning breath, probably. And you even apologized to him, saying sorry for passing out like that. He felt bad, but nit bad enough to stop his next plan.

His current plan.

Which led to now – you’re in his room again, Venti thrown out to his own devices. It was just the two of you once more, and just like last time, you were distracted as he poured the drinks. This time it was a different type of drug. It’s supposed to make you rather… horny, unable to hold your urges in kind of horny. When he hears the door click open, he hides his excitement.

“Sorry about that, my mom wanted to have a… private conversation. About family and all… did I take too long?”

“No, not all. And it’s fine. I made us drinks, and I’m almost done with the report now. Just have to look over it and edit. After that, we’ll be free from the project, since you’re almost done with the model, right?”

“Yeah, I’m almost done. If anything, we should finish around the same time.” you grin, happy that the project is almost done and over with – something that was once heavy on your shoulders feels as light as a feather now. And the same can be said for xiao. Just for different reasons. Horrible reasons that will make you hate him if he doesn’t play his cards right.

And so, he waits, trying his best to stay still once you take a sip of the drink. He does the same, so you won’t get suspicious of him. And even though you had started to doubt what happened that say, you just can’t say no to pure, innocent Xiao. He’s the shy one in class, after all. Always wearing thar turtleneck sweater, and those glasses that make him look so nerdy.

He knows this, and it honestly only works in his favor for this day. Because you think of him as an innocent, shy young man, you can’t make yourself think he would drug you. it just would be so out of character for him. But in reality, it is very in character for him. Because in reality, Xiao is a very disgusting person who thinks about fucking his cute classmate every single day. Sure, he has nice thoughts about you, acting like a normal couple and such.

But to actually act on these feelings of lust without your consent is… horrible. Even so, he just can’t hold himself back, anymore. He’s been playing nice, very nice, actually. He wanted to be a gentleman, really. But you kept being really dense… really… hard to get. It was only a matter of when he was going to snap, not ‘if’. The guilt still doesn’t go away once he tells himself that.

Like the drug from before, it doesn’t kick in right away. It takes a while, a few minutes, where the room is filled with your chatter. It eases his worries, and for a second, he forgot what he even did. Everything was peaceful, everything just seemed right. For a second, he forgot how horrible of a person he was, drugging your drink like that. It all comes crashing down when you look a bit hot under the collar.

He watches in glee as you shift in your place every few seconds, trying to distract yourself from the wetness between your legs. You had worn a skirt again today, and from the looks of it, it was soaking wet. You keep messing with the hem, making sure it was flat as you sat on your knees. Your eyes are also hazy-looking, gaze never staying in one stop.

You even went quiet, eyes unable to meet his.

“Are you alright? You seem a bit off there.” He hopes that his voice didn’t crack. He hopes that he’s not being too needy, with the way he gets up and goes to you. He hopes he’s not being needy when his own cheeks flush as he sees you look at him warmly. The room is getting hot – or maybe it’s just him. And when you look at him like that, how can he keep holding back?

“Xiao… I think I… I should go home. I don’t feel… right.” His heart drops once you say that, and watches in disbelief as you get up and gather your things. This… wasn’t going according to plan. He didn’t factor in the fact, that well, you weren’t the type to hold back. Or maybe you just didn’t find attractive, like that. Whatever it was, he couldn’t just let you walk away like that.

“Wait, I think it’s best you –,” he reaches out, grabbing your upper arm, and the back of his free hand presses against your forehead. It’s warm, really warm, and he shivers when you let out a moan upon contact. Once realization had hit you, your eyes widened, horrified. He notices how your body stiffens but doesn’t attempt to pull away. He gulps.

“You’re burning up. I think you should rest. I’ll set up the bed for you.” There’s a crack in his voice, and his heart is beating so loud he thinks you can hear it. You look at the floor, considering his suggestion. The gears are turning in your head as he holds his breath. You have to say yes – you just have to. Your knuckles turn white after grabbing the hem of your skirt too tightly. He quietly wonders just how wet you are.

“I… I don’t know if that’s a good… idea…,” your voice trembles and is barely above a whisper. And when he slides his hand down to gently cup your cheek, you whimper. He tries his best to hold back, really, but he can’t help the way his face leans in, lips hovering right above your lips.

“Are you sure? You seem a bit… needy,” his eyes are half lidded, “I don’t mind… helping.” Your breath hitches, and you’re one to close the gap. It was just a quick peck on the lips, and your lusty haze is blown away once you pull back. He doesn’t let you go when you pull away, instead placing the hand on your cheek on the back of your head, holding you close as he kisses you again.

It’s sloppy and rushed, tongues clashing as his lips never leaves yours. The hand on your upper arms trails down, latching onto your hip instead. When he does pull back, you’re left in a daze, body craving more but mind conflicted. “It’ll… It’ll be fine. I promise; let me help you through this.”

He’s glad that you were a bit out of it, otherwise you would have questioned his behavior. He was never this pushy, this bold and direct. He’s never laid his hands on you either, shying away every time he had the chance. You should have, but you didn’t, and takes advantage of that. You don’t shake or nod your head yes, just stare at him in a daze. He knows it’s not an answer, but he can’t hold back anymore.

Not when you’re in his arms, ready for the taking.

“But…,” you try to argue, fight back, but your actions speak louder than words. He sees the confusion in your eyes after the daze fades away into the background. He shushes you before lowering his head to bite and suck at your neck. His bites leave indents as his hands stay on your hips to keep you in place. “Xiao, um… we aren’t even…”

Despite your words, you lean into his touch, whimpering when you feel his erection pressed against your front. He likes the way your body shudders when he gets closer to the base of your neck. Your hands aren’t even trying to push him away, instead holding him close even though you’re still protesting. You’re so cute, like this. All needy yet confused. Unable to align your actions with your words, so it’s hard for a third party to know what you wanted.

He hears you draw in a sharp intake of air when his erection rubs against your thigh. He can’t take it anymore, but at the very least, he wants you to be comfortable while he takes you. He easily picks you up bridal style, you squeaked in surprise. He just looked so…

“Weak? You’re thinking that, aren’t you?”

“I-I… you just don’t seem like the type of guy to um… workout.”

He hears the confusion in your voice, and he bets it’s because he’s so out of character right now. The Xiao that you know would never be this direct. He would never touch you like this. And he wouldn’t kiss you, either, instead choosing to hide behind his glasses as they fog up whenever you made a flirty remark in all good fun. You should have known better to do that. It’s not like you can take it back, anyway. He won’t let you.

“I think the bed would be better for this type of stuff… I don’t want you to hurt yourself on the floor.”

“B-bed? Xiao, I’m not sure if I – I want this.”

“But you’re not trying to push me away.”

You go quiet after that, most likely trying to refute his statement. He doesn’t let you though, gently placing you on the bed, mounting you right away. There’s another squeal, his hand cupping your breast. This is better than that other time because you’re wide awake. And no matter how much you protest, our actions make it seem like you want this. You were the one who kissed him. So, you started this. You wanted this.

“They’re really soft. Is the rest of your body this soft?” he knows the answer already but asks to make you more embarrassed. You stutter, physically wanting his touch but at the same time, not sure if you should. He’s not going to give you a choice, and while he finds your protesting cute, he just wants you to accept your fate already. Just listen to your body – it’s hot and needy, right? Don’t you want to have his dick in you as you cum on it over and over?

“I-I, um, wait, even if it is, or even if I do want this, I’m not sure if we should – oh!” your legs spread out once his other hand reaches down and rubs circles into your panty covered clit. Your blabbering stops for a bit once his fingers start to play with your heat. The cotton is soaked with your arousal, and he smiles into your neck as you squeal. The drug made your body really sensitive… it’s cute.

“If you didn’t want this, then you wouldn’t be wet, right? And you wouldn’t be bucking your hips into my hand.”

“W-when did you become so… confident? Bold, even?”

He licks a stripe up your neck, hand groping your breast harder. His fingers rub your slit up and down through your underwear. He whispers into your ear, “Because I can’t hold back anymore. You’re really cute.” His face feels like it’s on fire and his mind is all over the place. There are so many things he wants to do to you, with you. He knows this won’t be love making, but he’s too far gone to even care.

You whine, fingers digging into his shoulder blades as your hips buck into his hand. He rubs harder, your cunt greedy and needy. He pushes your underwear to the side, and you throw your head back when he inserts his middle finger. “You’re really wet. It slipped in so easily.”

You’re a moaning mess under him, legs trembling as he finger-fucks you. He wanted to start off gently, really, but you’re just so wet there wasn’t a need to. It’s not long before he adds a second and a third, teasing you about it. “You just keep taking my fingers in so nicely. Are you sure you didn’t want this?”

“I’m – I’m not sure, I’m not sure anymore -!” your words are slurred, climax building up. Your walls are tightening around his digits, they’re so soft and he wants to stick his dick in already. But he wants you to be the one to sink down on it – making you even more confused to if you want this or not. And also, because it’s what he imagines whenever he jacks himself off on lonely nights; you, riding his cock like your life depended on it, his glasses on the bridge of your nose and his turtleneck sweater covering your otherwise naked body.

He’s going to make that dream a reality today.

“Are you close?” he sounds excited. He curls his fingers in your hole, hitting your g-spot over and over, abusing it. He’s going to abuse your pussy with his dick in a bit. This is a… sample of that. Practice.

“Y-Yeah! Oh! Don’t stop – wait, hold on –,”

You cum with a squeal, making a mess all over his hand. You’re panting under him, and his cock twitches in his slacks. He can’t hold back much longer, but he lets you recover from your orgasm. He wants to be at least a little nice to you. He has to be a good future boyfriend.

If he played his cards right, maybe, just maybe, you’ll consider going out with him. You’ll see him in a romantic light, hopefully. If not, at least, well hopefully, you’ll want to have sex with him again. And with sex comes positive emotions, right? If you make the other person, feel good, they’ll think good of you, right?

He likes the way you look after you cum. Your eyes are glazed over, mouth slightly parted as you catch your breath. Your hair sticks to your forehead, and chest is heaving. He lifts your shift up, exposing your bra clad chest before lifting that up to. Your breasts bounce with the action, and without wasting a second, he latches onto one of your nipples, sucking as his other hand pinches the other one. He doesn’t let you catch a break, wanting to hear more of your noises and working you up all over again.

“W-wait, you’re being too r-rough-!”

Your words don’t slow him down or anything, the male too caught up in a lust filled haze. When he pulls back, your eyes are filled with tears.

“Does it hurt?”

“A-a bit… you… you’re done yet, are you, Xiao?” he tilts his head at your question. You’re meeker now, and your legs are still trembling. He’s not done yet you should know that – his erection is pressing against you. And when he grounds his hips into yours, a delicious moan reaches his ears. He wants more. He wants more of your cute noises, he wants more than you.

“Can you do something for me?” he slips his fingers inside your heat again, causing you to yelp. You look at him in a daze, body craving for him.

“F-favor? What type of favor… oh…,” your mouth slacks open when he curled his fingers. When your eyes close in pleasure, he peppers your eyelids with kisses. He wants to pretend that this is a romantic love-making session, that you’re his pretty little lover. That you wanted this, wanted to be fingered and want his cock so bad you’re begging for it. But reality is rarely as sweet as dreams.

“Yeah. A small favor… I remember once you asked about my sweater, and if it was comfortable… why don’t you try it on now? With nothing on underneath, that is… along with my glasses. I really like the way you look with them on.”

He asks in such a gentle and loving tones, wiping away the sweat and hair stuck to your forehead. You look conflicted again – probably still unsure about the entire situation. Probably asking yourself if you should do what he asks, or if you should keep protesting. He waits for an answer, trying his best to stay patient.

“I… I’m not sure… um… maybe… maybe I can wear it outside of well, this?” you gesture to your bodies and how close they were, your arousal staining the bedsheets. He raises an eyebrow, and huffs in annoyance. You’re caught off guard by this – the Xiao you knew, well you thought you did, would never react like that to something like that. But his sexual urges and neediness are making him more direct, it seems.

You’re a bit scared to say no directly, but also don’t want to say yes.

“It’ll be fine… I promise. Just let me take care of everything, okay?” he doesn’t even let you nod your head yes, quickly stripping off your skirt and panties, your bra and shirt going through the same faith. He throws them into a random corner, not really caring what happens to them. Your breasts and cunt are    out in the open, for his eyes only. He thinks it’s cute, the way you try to hide yourself using your arms and hands.

It’s futile, though.

“Hey, don’t hide,” he gently takes your wrists to move your arms. He pins them above your head before deciding to let go, taking off his glasses and placing them aside on the nightstand. He then takes off his sweater and pulls you up to put it on you. Your arms shake as you raise them, body getting warmer once the sweater is on. You look embarrassed when he takes his glasses and places them on you.

You’re a bit blurry, but he can still make out the general details. He blinks.

“Maybe I should put my contacts on… so I can see clearly…,” he mumbles, digging in the drawer of the nightstand, and getting the container. He thinks you’re looking at him in confusion, wondering why he doesn’t wear them. He ignores it, instead going to the bathroom to wash his hands and put them in.

Your body is too weak to even think about escaping.

By the time he comes back, the drug is still in full effect, and with Xiao being away for a bit, it become needier. But your mind, on the other hand, says to wait. To stop, but from how wet your hole is, he’s sure you won’t protest as much. You were always suborned like that. It’s cute, though.

“Sorry about the wait… let’s get started, shall we?” he gets on the bed again, but lifts you up to where he’s the one on his back and you’re the one straddling him. You gasp when his erection rubs against your care cunt, your arousal staining the fabric. Your eyes are watery.

“Hey, it’ll be fine. It’ll feel good for the both of us,” he leans up, gently cupping your cheek. The gesture seems to calm you down a bit, leaning into his touch. He smiles at that before kissing your forehead. After that, he lays back down, happily looking at the sight before him. It’s amazing, how much work a drug can do. How easy it makes everything.

“Um… but… even if I… it’s going to be raw, isn’t it…?”

“I’ll pull out in time.”

Condoms. Right. He forgot to factor that part in, and he doesn’t trust the ones Venti gave him – they didn’t come in a box. They were all loose condoms, and he’s worried if he poked a hole in the packaging. And besides, he’d rather feel your walls on his bare cock. It should feel better that way, right? That’s what everyone says.

“I’m sure neither of us has anything – I’m a… virgin…” his face turns red from embarrassment once the words leave his mouth. He’s sure that you’ll mock him for this, that you’ll laugh at him. But it’s okay – he’s about to lose it to you right here and right now. Xiao sees you take in a breath.

“I only did it with my ex… we always used condoms. But even if you’re a virgin, that doesn’t mean anything, you know…”

“I’m pretty sure the doctors would have said something once they got my blood results back. Remember, how we had to get our blood drawn that one time?”

You nod your head, fingers messing with the hem of his sweater. You’re nervous and it’s adorable. Without saying another word, his hips thrust up into yours. You gasp, your body moving on its own – it wants more friction. You’re starting to blabber again, about how you need to think about this. But your worries fall on deaf ears as he undoes his pants and pulls them enough for his cock to spring out. It’s already leaking precum.

“O-oh… you’re, um, you’re bigger than I would have thought –,” you throw your head back when he rubs the tip against your clit, his hand guiding his cock to your warm hole. But he doesn’t put it in, instead wanting you to be the one to do that. Your hips are going crazy, rubbing up and down his length. He lets out a groan here and there, your slick covering his dick. If only you would hurry up and slide down on it, sinking on it as you adjust to having his dick in you.

Can’t you hurry up?

“You’re rubbing on me like crazy… it sure does look like you want this, (name).” he teases, one hand reaching out to grope your breast. The action makes you whimper, your skin hot and sweaty. It looks like you were begging for this, and maybe at this point, you were. Not that you would be able to deny him. He won’t let you, not with the way your pussy was rubbing up and down on the length of his cock, hearts in your eyes.

“I’m not – I’m not sure, Xiao -,” your breath hitches the more you grind against him. Your gaze meets his, and he holds himself back from pushing you back and taking you. “But, if we do it, there won’t be turning back –,”

“Are you saying you would regret having sex with me?”

It makes you go quiet and part of him is genuinely hurt – he’s been in love with you for so long now. Would having sex with him be that bad? Is the mere thought of it horrifying to you? He doesn’t know what your response will be, but his heart beats painfully in his chest. He sees the guilt in your eyes, but they’re also filled with suspicion. But soon it goes away the more you think, and he has you in the palm of his hand.

Guilt-tripped sex wasn’t what he had on his mind. But it’s okay regardless of the situation, as long as you’re the one who starts the act of sexual intercourse. Despite how direct he’s being right now, he’s nervous on the inside. He’s not sure if he’s doing all the right things, or if he’s acting natural at all when it comes to sex. Xiao watches as you gulp, legs shaking, and you attempt to get up. Are you trying to leave again? Or trying to sink down on his cock?

“I’m not saying I would regret having sex with you, but this situation is a bit… it doesn’t feel right…” your hips lower themselves, where your welcoming hole is place right above his twitching cock – almost there. Just a little bit more. “But I…”

With every word, you slowly sink down, whimpering when his cock stretches your hole out. Xiao groans the more you sink down, and when you took all of him, he places his hands on your hips. He doesn’t move, trying to calm down before he cums on the spot. It’s hard to stay still, when your eyes are glazed over, and warm hole so wet you didn’t need lube. He hopes you don’t attempt to move just yet.

“Ah… you did it… look, we’re connected now,” one of his hands leaves your hips to rub at your clit, “we’re one now. No turning back now, right?” You merely nodded your head, and maybe his dick being in you has something to do with you. Lust does crazy things to people, makes their judgement cloudy. Even with how much you protested, you ended up listening to your body in the end.

“A-ah… mmh…” you rotate your hips, and you’re clearly having a good time. It makes his heart swell. “H-hey, are you sure t-this is a good i-i-idea?” you keep slurring your words, hips never staying still. By the time you finished your sentence, he starts to thrust his hips into you, trying his best to stay quiet – it’s embarrassing to let out such lewd noises. Besides, he’d rather hear yours.

“If… if it wasn’t. then, fuck, then we wouldn’t be in this situation – ah! – right?” he’s left breathless by the sight of you riding his cock like your life depended on it, hair swaying with your actions. He wants more and more, and your moans are only fueling his cravings. “You’re clearly – so good – enjoying yourself.” You whine loudly, throwing your head back, his words reaching deaf ears. h

While your mind loses itself on his cock, his is scarily clear – he’s completely focused on you. The pleasure goes hand in hand with the sight of you, and he’s in complete bliss. If heaven exists, then this would be it. Having you ride him like this, it’s a literal dream come true. He never wants this to end.

He wants to take his time, but Xiao’s losing himself in you. His hips just won’t stop thrusting up into you, your wetness making a mess. Your moans are a nice touch, and his fingers slip under the hem of his turtleneck to touch your burning skin.      

His grip is tight, not wanting to let go. It’s almost romantic, almost consensual. “It’s like we’re a couple.” It doesn’t make you react, your eyes shut tightly as you let out moan after moan. Your hands rest on his chest, bouncing up and down on him. His glasses are all fogged up, but it’s not like you needed them to see anyway. One hand reaches up to push them back when they’re about to fall off the bridge of your nose.

“It – fuck – feels good, right?”

“m-mmh, y-yeah – OH! – r-really good-!”

Xiao smiles at that, happy you’re enjoying yourself. And well, even if you weren’t… he’s not sure if he would have stopped. He probably wouldn’t, considering he did drug your drink and all. He can lie to himself all he wants, but deep down, he knows your consent is not a major priority. But feeling your walls on his cock is.

Your pleasure is just an added bonus.

A pressure builds up in him, his climax nearing. He wonders if you’re also close, but words won’t leave his mouth. Instead, he leans up, kissing you, teeth nibbling on your lip. When you gasp, he slips his tongue in, and all you is whine in response. His grip on your hips tightens.

Xiao can feel your walls clamp down on him, and your movements get rougher, sloppier. It seems like you’re close as well, grinding against him as you ride him. When you cum, it’s with a scream, the drug in your system making you hypersensitive, and you squirt all over him. You’re making a mess all over him. How adorable.

Xiao barely remembers to pull out when he cums, spurts of while landing on his sweater. He’ll have to wash it later.

Neither of you talk, your bodies slumping over on the bed. The room is filled with heavy panting, and he adores the way your head is on his shoulder. He places a hand on your head, stroking your hair in the aftermath of your climax. This is pure bliss.

He can tell you don’t know how to answer his question.

It’s just so out of character of him.

“Why don’t we become a couple?”

[bitter-sweet-coffee]

idk who needs to hear this but if you have adhd/think you have adhd or in any way relate, i have a bit of advice:

are you a procrastinator who can only do things when they're due? oh, i bet it's exhausting, right? well, if you manage to get accustomed to working ahead of time, lower your expectations. do it. lower them.

and you might be thinking "that's gonna make me not do anything!" well lower your productivity as much as you can while still doing something: more than the bare minimum you were doing before, and less than anything else.

"i want to finish tasks in advance of the due date because it'll be out of the way so i can relax instead of having to constantly work on stuff from when it's due to when i start" you won't relax or finish. okay, maybe you finish a task ahead of time, that's amazing progress! but it won't work that way if you've already cracked the code to working in advance.

not so fun fact: there is always going to be a future deadline that you can work ahead on, and worse cases where there are future deadlines you CANT work ahead on (like a test or scheduled social event)

if you get too used to working in advance you're going to fixate on every upcoming experience and get addicted to the "i was just productive" happy brain juice... which is not good either. it's actually very bad because there's nothing you can do to stop things from happening, because "things happening" and "stuff to do" is kinda integral to conscious existence and like... being alive and self aware and stuff!!!

what can you do about this? well, you can procrastinate a little, as a treat.

condition your productivity like a temporal render distance: let's say, 8 days forward? are there any outstanding deadlines besides the normal tasks you routinely do? okay, even if you're super busy there should only be a handful non-patterned deadlines (not process work, deadlines).

EXAMPLE: maybe you have an essay, a test, an extra work shift, and a coffee date with a friend you haven't seen in weeks over the next 8 days. cool, you only need to focus on the essay and ensure you do it before the extra work shift: maybe turn it into point-form outline and try typing it on your phone using comic sans and dark mode! a draft or outline is good enough, now carry on with your normal schedule and daily tasks (classes, work, chores, etc...). if the test is after your work shift, study for the test a little bit the night before and morning of— if you can and usually study anyways. i never study and i don't really do tests/exams that require studying if even do them so it's nbd if you don't do anything for the test! try and turn that essay outline/point form into full sentences now and if you have the energy, wait a couple hours/later that day and edit it! send it! bam, done. now you just have to go see your friend, and no matter where that is scheduled, ensure you aren't completing one of the tasks i mentioned within 24 hours before or after this social event! if you do it too close before, you'll be burnt out. if you do it too close after, you'll be thinking about it the whole time and not enjoy yourself. try not to think about the work shift and test since they suck and are out of your control, so treat yourself to a relaxing period or physical reward after each! now if you feel like it and have something due super far away, or suddenly get saddled with another task, you have a lot more wiggle room and relaxing time that can be replaced with work if needed/wanted WITHOUT breaking you.

^^^ don't think about the next week or future weeks or other shit that's coming up, just the 8 day render distance (or whatever distance you choose). once you near the end of this chunk, prep the next chunk in a similar way that doesn't force you to overload on work ASAP, but also not rush every single one and burn out! yeah you can also do an extra piece of a huge process-project like a final research paper or presentation that has deadlines throughout its completion duration, but it's not the priority. acceptable time will present itself when these things are meant to be worked on

TLDR: productivity is good until you fixate on it. be aware but not hyperaware! do stuff, but not too much stuff: less is better. be as unproductive as possible without it being a problem, and as you adjust to this, slowly increase the amount of productivity to manageable levels!

you can't suddenly whip yourself into working like people who don't default to executive disfunction, and it's actually more damaging to be very productive. you're gonna feel that "oh shit i gotta do work" sensation that you get while doing something last minute... all the time. it will destroy you and is NOT worth it! start small, not because you can't do more, but because you shouldn't just yet or maybe ever.

sincerely, someone who has been overworked and jacked up on the maximum legal concerta dosage for almost 2 months now that desperately needs a nap and some free time that doesn't involve crying and desperately trying to do fun things in vain because i'm too exhausted to enjoy hobbies :")

[wewontdieunbloomed]

my new study system

there are a few main ideas that this system goes by, and i mainly try to optimise the time i have and make sure the time i spend studying is focused

1. Treating school as a 9-5 - Compartmentalising my obligations

Having set boundaries between 'study/work' and 'play' allows more purposeful and intentional use of time. Boundaries like WHEN and WHERE helps to establish a clear work/play mode.

Together with the 4 hour rule, I will try to incorporate this into my days. On weekdays, I will work towards a total/maximum of 4 hours, in 1-2h blocks because it's difficult to have a solid block of time. Also because I think my attention span will fail me.

On weekends, I will try to keep it to 9-5, about an 8h day, where 4 hours are delegated to homework each day and the other 4 to revision.

Another thing with this time blocking system would be the website blocks I set. Instead of going with 24h blocks, I will try setting the block for that task I am doing. E.g. if I am doing math for 1.5h, I shall set the block for 1.5h

This is so that the time I block distractions for is intentional too, and not just a general 'no distractions' rule. It might also help with being more purposeful and having a clear goal in mind, to finish the task within that block.

I plan to use a time log, inspired by an article I read online, so that I have a even greater sense of officiality to this 'job'

2. Practice based revision

Content can be learnt through application, and I can become more familiar with it through applications. By doing application I will be sifting through what I know in my head and fitting it to the question - the exact skill that the exam tests. After doing many many times, the content just sticks and I will know how to apply content in different ways to different questions.

Lit, GP: Essay based subjects: Do many essay plans, at least 1-2 every 2 weeks, sometimes I could write the actual essay. Practice the PBQ/Essay/Compre

Other subjects Bio, Math, Chem: No more copied notes, rather, memory notes after going through the content, adding on things that I missed out in another colour. Anki flashcards too

3. Recap, beating the forgetting curve

The forgetting curve is quite well known but I think I haven't been making use of it very well, and I want to follow this even better so that my scheduled revision blocks are more effective and work more towards long term memory.

I plan to go by 1 day, 1 week, 1 month, and 3 months

Every day: recap what was learnt within 24 hours (but if it is too short, recap the next day instead)

Every week: Recap content learnt. Since we are going by the 9-5 system, maybe try to keep

Every month, every 3 months: schedule what's necessary by looking at the revision log and time log

On Sunday night every week, leave about 45min to an hour to schedule what is due for recap

This is an overall look into how I plan to revamp my study system, starting soon when I get back into the groove of doing work. In the meantime I will take the well deserved and necessary break, and go forth with this new study system with much enthusiasm. I don't know how well it will work, but I'm interested to find out. Overall, from this, I hope to enjoy studying a bit more, by having these boundaries and guidelines that I exert on myself. Hope it'll go well. Stay productive :)

[lunarlxve]

trees in fall | 11. shoe sale

note! written part under

yn walked into the library searching for yeji amongst the tables. she see the girl waving her hands in the back corner to get her attention. jungwon and sunoo are already there talking to each other.

yn started making her way towards the back.

“oh yn!!!”

she looked back to see niki barreling towards her, he stops in front of her and takes her hand, “let’s go study or whatever.”

when they get to the table, niki takes a seat across from jungwon. yn sits down and yeji lets out a sigh, “thank god you’re here, there two have been here for 15 minutes and i think i’m loosing brain cells.”

“just because you’re not smart enough to understand physics,” jungwon says rolling his eyes.

sunoo sighs, “i’m don’t either but he won’t shut up.”

yn gives sunoo a smile, she understand his pain. hyuka wont shut up about this new group called txt, and as much as she loves him. she just doesn’t understand.

“niki, where’s your backpack?” yeji asks.

“what do you mean?”

“i mean how are you going to study without anything?”

“oh i’m just here because i want to be,” he says taking out a bag of gummy bears from his pocket and putting his feet on the table.

jungwon judges niki with a look yn could only hope she will never receive. niki shrugs and goes back to his gummy bears that he is very content with.

the group gets to studying. yn is knee deep in annotations of pride and prejudice, jungwon is just about ready to pull his hair out while doing his ochem homework (he took the class for fun btw), sunoo was on tiktok instead of writing his 5 page essay that’s due in 24 hours, yeji is hard at work with her dance theory and is slowly rethinking her major, and niki fell asleep about 10 minutes after getting there. so the group is doing well and getting shit done.

soobin enters the library with one goal in mind: to get his girlfriend to hangout with him. which she hasn’t been doing because school or whatever.

he looks around and see she’s sitting with her friends. he walks over and stops, when he spots that the new girl is there and sends a quick text to sunghoon.

soobin puts his phone away, and walks over behind yeji. he leans over and puts his chin on her shoulder, yeji jumps but smiles once she realizes who it. she turns and gives him a hug.

“you’ve been studying so much!” soobin said giving her a kiss on the forehead. “you haven’t been spending time with me, i need cuddles sometimes too you know.”

“disgusting,” sunoo says putting his phone down, going back to his essay.

“i know, i’m sorry binnie.”

soobin smiles, sitting down next to her. “it’s okay as long as you’ll come to the cafe we always talked about? right now.”

“but i need to watch the rest of this video an-“

soobin cuts her off, “you’ve been working yourself too hard lately, let me take you out, than you and i can watch the rest of the video together?”

yeji bites her lip contemplating if a couple hours of free time with her boyfriend she feels like she’s been neglecting can fit in her schedule.

soobin pecks her cheek, “okay?”

yeji nods and starts to pack up her things, “are you guys good?”

“yep, get this couple shit out of here,” jungwon said, throwing them a smile just to let them know he’s joking.

yn smiles at her, “i’ll take care of them, have a good date!”

yn watches as yeji and soobin walk out of the library hand in hand.

“god their so in love,” niki said, “gross.”

“nice of you to finally be awake,” sunoo says stealing a gummy bear.

“you know what, my nap was good thanks sunoo.”

“guys? park sunghoon.” jungwon says.

“huh?” sunoo looks up to see him approaching their table.

shit what’s he doing here yn thought. he could be studying but why is he approaching them? when he reaches their table niki and him do a weird handshake thing.

“hey what’s up man?” niki says to him.

“actually i needed to ask a question to you,” he says. yn looks up to him and he’s starting right into her eyes. her heart beat quickens a little too fast for her liking. yn looks to the other guys at her table to see them frantically putting their stuff away.

“oh yeah the three of us were just leaving because we heard there was a sale on-” jungwon stumbles to find the right words.

“shoes, yep shoes.” sunoo says, “anyway we’ll be off, come on niki.”

niki looks confused,” but sunghoon just got here.”

“niki, get the fuck up.” jungwon said giving him a glare.

“god damn fine, see you around sunghoon, yn.”

and with that they were gone. now what the fuck did park sunghoon want to talk about with her?

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