#(I shit you not the first time I saw it in the show I thought it was a fancy lamp x’D)

[sirfrogsworth]

I'm still getting comments from people saying they've never seen Mr. Rogers.

It's clear this is my mistake. I really thought I made it clear I was just using that as an example. People are exposed to miniature photography all the time. Mr. Rogers was just a very strong memory for a lot of folks and I was trying to use that to gain interest. But after so many comments of that nature it seems I failed to convey that.

People also question the psychological aspect. I was really hoping to do an in depth explaination of the psychology of perception as an addition to this post. But shortly after I started feeling horrible and I never got around to it.

But there is one fun fact I found that I was really excited to share.

It is theorized that up to 90% of our visual perception is created by our brain based on past experiences.

Up to 90% of what you are currently looking at is your brain using old information to help you make sense of the immense visual input.

It is constantly making shit up and it makes me wonder if ghosts and UFOs and strange phenomenon are often caused by this.

You can look up Richard Gregory's "visual assumption theory" if you want to go down a rabbit hole.

There is also top-down vs bottom-up processing which is really fascinating too.

Top-down is stuff you've already experienced. It helps you read faster. You can see words instead of individual letters. Y_u ca_ ev_n re_d when letters are missing. Sometimes you will not notice misstakes or or duplicate words. Your brain can actually correct them as you read if you are not actively searching for them.

Bottom-up processing is new stimuli. Your brain has to figure out what it is looking at from scratch. I remember just a few weeks ago I saw a photo showing a perspective I have never encountered before.

At first, my brain literally didn't know what I was looking at.

I was confused and disturbed and I was just trying to interpret all the shapes and features to parse what I was seeing. And finally my brain noticed the hooves and teeth and then magically I saw a horse. And now when I look at the photo I can't not see a horse.

Basically everything we've experienced (or not experienced) influences our present perception. There is too much stimuli in the world for our brains to compute so it fills in a lot of blanks as we go.

People wondered if you hadn't seen Mr. Rogers (or the countless other examples of miniatures), would you still see tilt-shit photos as a miniature. And I'm not really sure. That would be difficult to prove. Once you've seen a stop motion movie or a toy advertisement, your brain already has stimuli to work from. It's going to use it if it has it in the data banks.

I think it would be a matter of intensity. I noticed that some folks mentioned certain tilt-shift photos did not give them a strong feeling of being miniature. Whereas I had a very strong sense of that for every photo. Probably because I have studied this a great deal and have absorbed countless examples.

So I would say you *might* still get a sense things are miniature without any previous experiences. There are other factors in tilt-shift photos that contribute to the effect. But once you have those experiences, they are going to inform and intensify your perception from then on.

The short answer is... a tilt-shift lens.

The slightly more complicated answer is... Mister Rogers.

Depth of field is the area in front and behind your chosen focus point that remains in focus and then slowly gets blurry as you get farther away.

Shallow depth of field only has a narrow slice of the image in focus and gets blurry super quick. This is caused by a large lens aperture and being close to the subject.

Deep depth of field can extend through the entire picture if your aperture is small and you are super far away.

Usually the depth of field lines up with the image sensor of your camera. So if it is tilted forward, the plane of focus matches.

The stuff outside the green area would be blurry. The edges of the green would be slightly blurry. And the dashed green line would be the sharpest area of the photo.

But the tilt-shift lens allows you to create chaos with your plane of focus. In most cases, you would use this to flatten the depth of field so you can get a 2D plane entirely in focus.

If you were to use a normal lens, the bottom left and top right would be blurry.

But with a tilt-shift lens you can do this.

The green area is taking a little nap on the floor.

However, there is an unintended side effect created by this lens. (The "Scheimpflug intersection" if you want to go down the rabbit hole.) You can choose absolutely wacky planes of focus that create a very narrow depth of field over a geographically large area.

Believe it or not, this is when psychology comes into play.

And possibly Mister Rogers.

Our only reference for such a large area having a shallow depth of field is our memories of miniatures on TV. So Mister Rogers and Thomas the Tank Engine trained our brains to see this effect as... small.

Depth of field shrinks the closer you are to something. And when filming miniatures, you are placing the lens close to the scene. But the scene represents something big in our minds. We buy the effect, but not 100%. That blurriness wouldn't be there at a regular scale. So our subconscious remembers we are watching small things pretending to be big. It just files that away in the back of our mind.

And then when we see something like this...

Our brain is all, "Look at all that tiny shit!"

Without Mister Rogers, our brains may have never made these connections and tilt-shift photography may just make us wonder why everything is all blurry. That connection to past experience is vital for this effect to be convincing.

Brains are neat.

[theorphicangel]

alt universe where reader and sukuna don't break up in a messy way, this is much more civilised than the current series of drabbles i wrote, fluffy i promise!! happy belated valentines!! <3

Ex bf! Sukuna who shows up on your doorstep on valentine’s day, with flowers, a heart shaped balloon and a massive teddy bear.

You catch him by accident, his actions hoping to be anonymous until you open the door to leave for what seems to be a date. 

You’re all dolled up, with a dress that accentuates your figure and your hair all done up and ready. Sukuna’s mouth seems to go dry just at the sight of you, the realisation of what he has lost now creeping up on him.

‘What are you doing here?’ you frown, glancing at the array of objects in your ex boyfriend’s hands. Sukuna hesitates with his words, struggling to form a sentence whilst you gaze at him, you don’t seem angry. Just confused.

‘Yuji made me come.’

Sukuna swallows thickly, awkwardness filling his body. 

‘Yuji?’

Sukuna nods. ‘Him and Jin bought all this shit and didn’t know what to do with it.’

‘So you’re giving it to your ex?’

Sukuna’s shoulders drop. It’s barely been a month since you split, you’re both on good terms but you both agreed to stay out of contact unless necessary.

‘Okay, maybe I bought a thing or two but Yuji made you a valentine’s card at school. He really wanted me to give it to you.’ he admits.

‘Right.’ You mull over your words wondering what to say next. ‘Tell him I said thank you.’

‘I will.’

Silence fills the hallway. The elephant in the room is so obvious but neither of you know how to address it. Sukuna’s heart thumps in his chest, ultimately fearing the worst. 

You’ve moved on already,

‘Do you have-’

‘I’m-’

You both start at the same time and interrupt each other. You decide to let him speak first. 

‘Are you going on a date?’

It’s the question that has been sitting on his tongue ever since he saw you all dressed up. 

A slight smile reaches your lips at the thought of his possessiveness, a tinge of excitement at his proposed jealousy. Yes, you felt bad for thinking this way but deep down 

‘No, I’m having a galentines.’ you state.

You can visibly see the relief on Sukuna’s face, his shoulder drops from all the internal tension that he was holding within. 

Sukuna clears his throat. 

‘That’s nice.’

You hum, letting the silence make way between the two of you again. 

‘I should get going.’ you speak after a minute. 

‘Right, of course.’ 

You lean up to him, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. You can smell his cologne, it’s stronger than usual evident that he dabbed on a little extra before coming to meet you. 

Your lips are soft and it’s only after a blink that you pull away leaving Sukuna totally dumbfounded in your arms.  A mark of red lipstick on his cheek is the only evidence that you leave behind, visual evidence that he wasn’t just imagining things and you did kiss him. 

Immediately his cheeks burn red, the tinge of redness leading all the way up to his ears. 

‘Thank you ‘kuna.’

[girlinaboxx]

what happened after the explosion..// sevika x reader ﹒₊‧ ﹒𓆩 𓆪﹒₊ ﹒﹒

this is just a ramble, a short story—whatever you want to call it. no major warnings, just heavy angst.

you were losing your mind.

it was nearly 4 AM, and she still wasn’t home. six hours late. that wasn’t just late—it was unheard of. sevika was always late, sure, but never this late. maybe you were overthinking it. maybe you were being too naïve, too soft, too you to understand the kind of life she led.

but then again, maybe you weren’t.

a thousand thoughts raced through your head, each worse than the last. had a deal gone wrong? was there a fight? had someone stronger—meaner—finally taken her down? you tried to push those thoughts away, but they sank their claws in deep, festering, growing roots inside your chest. you had called. you had texted. hell, you had even stood by the door, keys in hand, heart in your throat, seriously considering breaking the one rule she made crystal clear:

“if i ever saw you at any of Silco’s— i will wreck your shit.”

a direct order. one you weren’t stupid enough to disobey. but if she didn’t show up in the next hour, you didn’t care.

then, just as your panic was reaching its breaking point, the front door creaked open.

relief flooded through you for exactly one second. then you saw her.

sevika wasn’t alone.

she wasn’t standing.

she wasn’t okay.

deckard stood in the doorway, her massive, half-conscious body draped over his arms. he looked at you like he was waiting for something, maybe for you to freak out, maybe for you to do something—but you couldn’t move. you couldn’t breathe.

because your baby was broken.

her shoulder was a mess of blood-soaked bandages and metal clamps, barely holding together the raw, exposed wound. she was awake, but only barely—bleary-eyed and exhausted, her head lolling against deckard’s chest. you’d never seen her look so small before. so… defenseless.

you wanted to scream. to cry. to shake her, demand what the hell happened, why she let this happen—why she always had to come home in pieces. but there was no time for any of that. you needed to pull yourself together. you needed to be strong. For her.

deckard didn’t say a word as he carried her inside, setting her down carefully on your couch before stepping back. you barely registered the sound of him leaving, the door clicking shut behind him. the apartment was quiet, except for her breathing—shaky, uneven, pained.

you dropped to your knees beside her, hands hovering over her as if she were made of glass.

she cracked one swollen eye open, her lips twitching like she was about to smirk, about to throw out some cocky remark to make you feel better. but nothing came.

instead, her fingers curled into the fabric of your shirt, holding on like it was the only thing keeping her from falling apart.

and then, for the first time in two years of loving her, sevika cried.

she buried her face against your chest, her broad shoulders trembling. tears—real tears—hot and silent, soaking into your skin. it shattered something inside you, something you hadn’t even realized could break.

you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her closer, cradling her like she was something precious, something fragile—something you would burn the world for.

you stayed like that for an hour. maybe longer. just rocking her gently, pressing trembling kisses against her temple, whispering things you weren’t even sure made sense. she never cried out loud, but you felt every sob against your chest as she soaked it in tears, in the way her grip on your shirt tightened to the point of tearing.

finally, she spoke.

“i can’t hold you like I truly want now..”

and just like that.. you heard your heart shatter, your fingers threaded through her hair, your lips brushing over her damp forehead.

“you still have me.”

and you meant it. every word.

no matter how many pieces she came home in, no matter how much she thought she lost—she still had you.

always.

[rafeyssugar]

We all know that Rafe is the "touch her and I'll kill you" type but what about Reader who matches energy? Rafe at a party chilling while Reader goes and gets a drink and he gets approached and he warns her "touch me and she'll kill you" but the girl thinks he's joking until Reader comes back and shit gets started

matching energy

the party was a blur of loud music, flashing lights, and the smell of alcohol in the air. rafe was leaning against the porch, his eyes scanning the crowd, his usual smirk in place.

then she showed up.

a girl, clearly too bold for her own good, stepped up to rafe, hand brushing against his chest. he barely looked at her, already over the attention she thought she could grab from him.

“hey, rafe,” she said in a flirty tone, eyes glinting with mischief. “what’s a guy like you doing all alone?”

he didn’t even glance down at her, his expression cool. “can i help you?”

the girl smiled, moving closer, her fingers trailing down his chest, taking a liberty that made rafe tense slightly.

“just thought we could have some fun,” she purred, her hand lingering for a moment too long.

his patience snapped.

without even looking, rafe muttered, “touch me, and she’ll kill you.”

the girl laughed, not taking him seriously at all. “really? you think she’ll kill me?” she scoffed, not getting the gravity of his words.

you had just stepped out from inside, drink in hand, when you spotted the girl hanging onto rafe, her hand still on him. you didn’t need to hear her words, but you could see the way she was getting too close, too comfortable.

you moved toward them without hesitation, your eyes narrowing. you could see the situation for what it was.

the girl didn’t seem to notice you at first, but when she looked up and saw the look on your face, she raised an eyebrow. “what? you think you can tell me what to do?”

“yeah,” you shot back coldly, “i do.”

you didn’t waste any time. without another word, you shoved the girl’s hand off rafe’s chest, making her stumble back a few steps.

she stood up straighter, clearly pissed now, and lunged at you. “you think you can touch me and get away with it?” she snarled.

you didn’t flinch.

before she could make another move, you grabbed her wrist, twisting it behind her back with a sharp motion, pulling her toward the ground.

the crowd around you started to take notice, but you were too focused on the girl’s struggle to care. she tried to fight you off, kicking at your legs, but you weren’t having it.

you forced her to the ground, her face slamming into the dirt as you stood over her, breathing heavily from the quick adrenaline of the fight. she was still trying to crawl away, but you didn’t let her.

grabbing her by the back of her shirt, you yanked her up again, shoving her into a nearby trash can, your voice dangerously low. “don’t ever touch him again.”

she froze, clearly realizing the seriousness of the situation. but her pride wouldn’t let her back down, and she tried to lunge at you once more.

big mistake.

this time, you didn’t hesitate. you moved faster than her, grabbing her by the throat, slamming her against the wall. the air was thick with tension, and you could hear the shock in the crowd’s whispers.

she gasped, eyes wide, struggling to breath, but before she could make another sound, you tightened your grip, your glare cold as ice. “i warned you.”

her body dropped like a fish.

you turned to rafe, who was still leaning against the porch, his arms crossed, watching you with a mix of awe and something else you couldn’t quite read.

he didn’t even seem surprised when you stood there, your posture steady, your breath evening out.

“not bad,” rafe said, his voice quiet, like he was still processing what had just happened.

you met his eyes, your own still cold, but you couldn’t help the faint smirk that tugged at your lips. “i’m just getting started.”

you walked back to him, the crowd still in a buzz, but you didn’t care. you’d just proven a point.

and from the look in rafe’s eyes, he didn’t plan on forgetting it anytime soon.

[softpascalito]

Vow Renewal I Renaldo x Matt (SNL Sketch)

Summary: Just when things seem to finally be calming down in Matt's marriage, someone from his past shows up at the Vow Renewal. And Renaldo has always been Matt's favorite temptation.

Pairing: Renaldo x Matt (SNL Sketch) Rating: Explicit / MDNI Word count: 2.6k Tags: Explicit, Smut, Semi-Public Sex, Dirty-Talk, An*l Sex, MLM, (Light) Spanking, Cheating (ish), Crackfic, Never thought I'd write smut about an SNL sketch but who is surprised

AO3 LINK // Masterlist

notes: i have no defense, i saw the sketch, i opened my laptop and a wrote this. have fun ♡

Vow Renewal

It’s been a rocky road. But it didn’t start out that way. When Matt met Kelsey in College, their relationship was picture perfect. A few glances and smiles exchanged from their respective seats in the lecture hall, an invitation to grab coffee on a friday. Matt brought flowers and paid for the drinks with a few crumpled up dollar notes and asked questions that he hoped made him sound smart and well educated.

They must have, because three months later, for Christmas, he met Kelsey’s family for the first time, sweating too much at the dinner table as he tried to be on his best behavior. But despite the nerves, all was going well. He popped the question two years later. She said yes.

Then came Domingo. And it all went to shit.

Matt was surprised they had even gone through with the marriage but with Kelsey promising again and again that she was over Domingo and that she only had eyes for Matthew, things settled down. Still, they decided on a vow renewal less than a year later. A sign of good faith. For both of them, though that detail was unknown to Kelsey.

He uses his hand to smooth down his hair, trying not to mess up the product that is already holding it in place. The venue they have booked is small but pretty and even though they are already married, seeing the white and pink decorations is making Matthew feel like his tie is too tight, cutting off his air supply. “I’ll be outside for a moment,” he mutters to one of his groomsmen. They barely take notice of his departure, too busy going over some sheets of paper that are sure to be another embarrassing, self-written song. Like anything good ever comes out of those.

The February air that greets him outside is cold and he shivers in his suit, letting the door fall shut behind him. The balcony stretches along the back of the house, overlooking a forest behind it. It probably makes a nice addition to the venue in the summer, when the weather allows it. But today, it is empty.

He smells him before he sees him. Matt doesn't smoke, unless he counts the two times he tried it in college. He doesn't know shit about cigarettes. But he'd recognize the scent of American Spirits mixed with him anywhere.

The sounds of Renaldo's footsteps echo around the terrasse as he comes closer, like a wolf stalking its prey. “I was waiting for you.”

“Renaldo.” Matt is surprised to hear that his voice comes out shaking. “I didn't know you were here.” He’s not sure why he sounds so hostile. Renaldo hasn't done a thing to him. Except be the very thing he can't have.

“Any yet here I was, still waiting.” He has that fucking smirk on his face.

“How is Santiago?” Matt asks quietly, leaning back against the bannister because he wants to keep as much distance between them as possible and hoping that the topic of Renaldo’s hot brother will provide distraction. But it's like he's back on that golf course where they first met.

“Good. He's good.” Renaldo hums, taking another step towards him. “But that's not the question you really want to ask, is it?” It's like he's challenging him, brown eyes focused on his face, searching for the hint of emotion that will betray his desire and make him an open book. “It's been a very long time, hasn't it? A whole year.”

Matt can feel the man entering his space, his scent even more protruding now. “I told you it wasn't like that, Renaldo. I'm not like that.”

“I don’t remember you complaining,” he muses and fuck, Matt doesnt have it in himself to deny that. “In fact, I think you were doing quite the opposite.” Renaldo’s hand comes to rest on the banister beside his and he towers over him, his voice dropping to a whisper against his ear. “You were begging for it.”

His reaction is immediate. Matt lets out a soft noise that is somewhere between outrage and a moan and he feels his dress pants getting tighter, a shiver running over his body. He takes in Renaldo’s face for a few split seconds, the small goatee, the fine lines that serve as a visual reminder of their age difference and brown eyes filled with lust. Then, Matt pushes himself off the banister and right into Renaldo’s arms, his lips finding those of his illicit lover.

Renaldo’s tongue pushes against his mouth until he gives in and opens for him, their mouths catching his moans when the other man begins to explore his mouth, all restraint forgotten.

Matthew is panting when they break apart. “Not out here. Kelsey's parents are–” He takes a shuddering breath. “Everyone is here. Come on.”

He takes Renaldo’s hand, prompting the other man to follow him without hesitation. They squeeze through the door again, taking a left to get further away from the ceremony hall, when an idea pops into Matthew’s head. The room is small and windowless, almost too full with two chairs, a vanity and clothes rail. It's where he got ready with his best man half an hour earlier. Now, it has turned into the perfect hiding spot.

He doesn't even have a chance to lock the door behind them when Renaldo pushes him further into the room, pinning him against the nearest wall with an audible thud. Matt doesn't know the layout of the house, doesn't know if Kelsey is getting ready behind this very wall. But just the thought of it makes him whimper.

Renaldo’s hands are wandering down his body, his broad form trapping Matt in the most delicious way. He can feel his legs on either side of his right one, already feeling the hard cock pressing into his thigh. By the way his own pants are stretching, he can tell he's not far behind either. One hand finds Matt's back, the other trailing over his neck and somehow Renaldo still knows exactly where to touch him to draw those breathless little moans from his throat.

“You fuck her?” Renaldo grunts and it takes a moment for Matt to remember who he is talking about. His own voice comes out breathless.

“She’s my girlfriend–” He feels Renaldo press into him more at that. “No, she’s your fucking wife,” he growls. “But she was your fiancé last time and you still let me fuck you. So I assume that hasn't changed?”

“I’m not bi,” Matt chokes out, not because he believes it but simply because he's so used to saying it, even when he knows that Renaldo of all people does not give a damn what label he puts on his sex life.

“You want me to stop?” He grunts, searching Matt's eyes for a few seconds. Renaldo can watch as they soften and the younger man shakes his head.

“No,” he whispers and Renaldos smirk returns at that, tugging at the groom's belt.

“Then lose those fucking pants.”

He is eager to obey, fumbling with his belt with shaking hands and then practically ripping his pants down, not even bothering to step out of them properly. Just enough to allow Renaldo access. He hisses as the other man hooks his thumb into his briefs and pulls them down in one quick motion, his cock already hard and leaking. “Should’ve come earlier–” Matthew mutters and the next moment, Renaldo’s hand comes down onto his bare ass, grumbling an empty threat.

His large, callused hand stays there, kneading the flesh and it's like he remembers the exact motions still, both of them no doubt taken back to that night in Scottsdale. Renaldo slips his index finger inside and Matt immediately feels his muscles clench down on him. “Relax.” Renaldos voice is a bit softer now, low against his ear as he begins working his finger further inside, though with a bit of a struggle. The squeezes of his ass turn into soft caresses. “You got any lube on you?”

Matt shakes his head, already trying to mentally prepare himself for a more painful experience than he’d like. But to his surprise, Renaldo just nods and withdraws his finger. “Don't move. I'll be just a second.”

***

His steps through the hallway are hurried, partly because he doesn't want to leave Matt waiting and partly because he doesn't want to be caught sneaking around with a more than obvious boner in his pants. Renaldo nods to himself in relief when he finds the kitchen empty, the staff nowhere to be seen. He eyes the white two-tier cake with a small shake of his head, not paying it too much attention. Instead, he opens one cabinet after another until he finds what he’s looking for. “Bingo.”

He slips back into the dressing room with the bottle of olive oil and laughs as he watches Matt's eyes go wide. “That's the expensive stuff–” He breathes out because of course that's what Matthew would be worried about right now.

“Good,” Renaldo comments dryly. “Then maybe it’ll be nearly as good as real lube.” He carelessly throws the cap into a corner and places the open bottle onto the vanity beside them. As soon as he’s back beside him, Matt's hands reach for him, fingers clawing at the golden chain around his neck, pressing his half naked form against him. It's like now that he has him, he doesn't want to let him go again.

“Do you need to lie down or are you good to stand?” Unless Renaldo is very much mistaken, he doesn't believe that Matt has been with another guy since their fleeting romance and he remembers the whispered confession about being his first.

“I can stand if you can, old man.”

Oh. He knows exactly how to push his fucking buttons. Two can play that game. In one quick motion, Renaldo uses his size to his advantage, turning Matt on the spot and bending him over, the younger man's hands flat against the wall, his ass stuck out and on display. Renaldo brings his palm down on each side, feeling his own desire skyrocket at the sight of his hand imprinted on the cheeks for a few moments.

The soft moans from Matt's mouth mix with the distinct jingle of Renaldo opening his belt, followed by that of a zipper opening. He kicks his pants off and reaches for the bottle, his cock already aching to be touched. The cool sensation of the olive oil sends shivers through his body and Renaldo fists himself a few times, coating his length in the makeshift-lube.

“Who the fuck are you calling an old man, huh?” He grunts as he lines his tip up with Matt's hole and begins to bury himself inside, looking down to watch inch after inch disappear, the younger man's body already so tight around him that he feels like he could shoot his load right away.

“Fuck–” Matt chokes out, curling his fingers as he holds himself up against the wall and Renaldo watches him closely. He knows exactly what he needs. So he leans forward, reaching around to hurriedly undo the buttons of Matt's dress shirt and carelessly sends it to the floor. He runs his tongue over Matt's shoulder as he bottoms out, teeth scraping over his neck. Distracting from the pain that they both know will turn into their favorite pleasure in a few seconds.

“You good?” He hums quietly, giving the other man a moment to check in with him. He watches him nod weakly and Renaldo tuts softly. “Words, baby,” he reminds him.

“Good. It's so good, Jesus–” Matt presses out, rolling his shoulders back slightly. “Please move.”

Renaldo obeys, beginning with shallow thrusts, working his way in and out. His free hand wanders down Matt's chest, fingernails scratching his skin just enough to make him shiver. Then, he finds his lover's middle and wraps his hand around the leaking cock that has been so starved of attention until now. He loves how the other man feels in his hand, heavy and slick with precum.

“You're gonna ruin those pretty dress pants,” Renaldo mutters into his ear, punctuating each of his sentences with a deep thrust. “Did your little wife buy them for you?”

For a split second, he thinks he’s gone too far, feeling Matt tense under him. But then, his dick twitches in his hand, making Renaldo smirk as Matt groans. “I want them ruined.”

He doesn't have to ask twice. Renaldo sets a faster pace, making both of them pant with effort as Matt bounces himself back on his cock. The sound of skin slapping on skin fills the room and judging by its weight, Renaldo is certain that the wooden door of the dressing room is in no way soundproof. Good.

“Renaldo–” Matt doesn't even have to say it. They both know what he’s asking and the older man nods weakly, burying his nose against his neck as a groan leaves him. “Yes.”

He lets his thumb flick over Matthews tip, making him whimper and his body shudder below him. His muscles quiver around his own cock in a way that lets him know he’s close. His grip around Matt's cock tightens and he strokes him right up to that delicious edge. Then, he drops his hand, prompting a weak string of curses from below him.

“I want you to come from just feeling me,” Renaldo rasps and is met with eager nods. “Think you can do that?”

“Yes, fuck–please–” He’s begging the same way he was that night, falling apart below Renaldo’s hands so beautifully. “Renaldo–” He chokes out. “Tell me to leave her.”

He hesitates for a moment, knowing that those words hold more weight than any of their actions tonight. But eventually, he nods, driving himself deep into the man below him. “Leave her.”

Matt moans, his name on his lips and shoots his load without further warning, the sticky fluid ruining his pants the way that Renaldo promised it would. He brings his hand back to stroke his lover through his orgasm, drawing it out and a few moments later, Renaldo follows suit, spilling himself deep inside of Matthew, exactly where he is meant to be, their bodies melting together and he finally, finally marks what is his.

He pulls out with a grunt eventually, watching his cum drip from Matt's hole for a moment, ruining any slight chance of salvaging those black pants, now stained with white. Renaldo lets himself fall onto one of the chairs at the back of the room, beckoning Matt to follow him and pulling him onto his lap, one strong thigh serving as his seat. He closes his eyes for a moment as he feels Matt tracing his gold chain again, his touch now so delicate.

“I'm gonna have to see her at the family functions, won't I? If she gets with Domingo.” Renaldo can tell that he's trying to hide the anxiety in his voice but he's not doing a very good job of it. He sighs, opening his eyes again and nods.

A smirk spreads over Renaldo’s face as he nudges Matt's chin, prompting them to lock eyes. Then, without blinking, he brings his right hand up to his own mouth and licks a stripe along its side, catching a few drops of Matt’s cum on his lips.

“You’ll have to. But I promise there’ll always be a dressing room to fuck in.”

notes: thanks for reading! if you enjoyed, feel free to reblog or follow me for more ♡

[panelshowsource]

Slightly random question, but I wonder this myself a lot. If you were on WILTY, what would your unlikely truth be?

LOL I'VE NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT THIS

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

well

one that i couldn't tell but is my go-to dinner party story is the time that jason bateman cursed me out on the street lmao i noticed him and his wife walking past my friends and me, and i pointed (i thought subtly???) so my friends would see him like ~ooo a celeb is walking by~ but actually HE noticed ME and was like "why are you pointing me out!!!! i'm trying to go about my fucking day and have lunch with my wife!!!! take out a billboard on my location why don't you!!!!! fuck!!!! what the fuck is your problem!!!!!!!!" it was so intense LMAO obv even if i tried to keep it light and funny for wilty, he would just come off like an asshole, plus that's such an american namedrop for a bbc show

while we're on subject of flop celeb encounters that wouldn't work for wilty here's another one — back in 2011/2012 i lived across the street from paul dano, and at the time i was interning for the pr agency that was working on swiss army man (SO underrated pls watch it my fellow comedy fans). one day, i saw him in the subway and mustered up the courage that i typically never have to go up to him and say "mr dano! just wanted to say i saw swiss army man and you were fantastic. congrats on the production. really :)" and he just looked at me blankly like ........... and after about 5 of the longest seconds ever said "it hasn't even come out yet. how would you have seen it? 😐🤨" i was so shocked i was like 🧍‍♀️ LMAO but i eventually coughed up "oh i'm working with the pr team :) we're very excited about the film!" and he was just like "ah" and i said "okay i'll let you get back to your morning" and that was it. later when i saw him (and dan radcliffe, who was an angel <3) at the press stops, he didn't recognise me hahahaha GOOD. that would have been embarrassing. 😃 but i lowkey love that he practically accused me of lying or, like, having seen a leak or something. he said i don't trust no bitch!!!

OKAY ANYWAYS hmmmmmmmmmmmmm

something for wilty hmmmmmmmmmm

maybe that when i was in middle school i shit myself on the local news 😃

because i was a track n field champion for our state and there were junior olympic scouts visiting our school, the local news came to the first meet of the new season. i was hella nervous but ran my lil race, jumping hurdles, and got to the finish line — and i got first place!! yay celebration!! but right away i noticed no one was cheering or even smiling. my coach was there, my mom was there, the news people were there with their big ol camera, all looking like 😧😧😧 then i felt it...going down my legs. i looked down. POOP LEGS ☹️ i guess while i was jumping the hurdles i kinda...released ☹️ pooped myself ☹️ some of my teammates laughed at me ☹️ everyone pitied me ☹️ me, the winner ☹️ with poop legs ☹️ AND my parents have the recording of me finishing my race and beginning to walk towards the news people with my poop legs ☹️ thankfully wilty wouldn't ask for the clip bc no respectable network would show an old video of a child with poop on their legs ☹️

(don't worry, the local news didn't show my poop legs on tv, they just gave the recording to my parents)

IS THIS AN ACCEPTABLE UNLIKELY TRUTH 😃

[morganakang444]

౨ৎ don‘t hate the player (pt 3)

꒰ ꒱ྀི synopsis: you don‘t want me? fine. the two of us can play that game.

the heartthrob of the campus had finally set his eyes on y/n. she was going to be his next victim, to fall for him and assume she can fix him moments before she finds herself ghosted. but y/n knew all too well…too bad she only captures heeseung‘s heart after beating him at his own game. that’s when she learns: don’t hate the player. hate the game.

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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋆˚࿔ ᝰ.ᐟ

wc: 8204 (oops)

꒰ ꒱ྀི genre/warnings: bit of angst, fluff, cursing, yn gets drunk

꒰ ꒱ྀི an: the final part is here !! i hope you guys liked this series, i‘ve been busy asf with skl and lacking motivation so i‘m sorry this took forever :( it’s also kinda rushed TT anyway, i‘m working on more stories as we speak, and requests are always open 🫡

calls, texts, and late night facetime between yn and heeseung became the norm for the week up until their date.

to yn, this was all still part of her elaborate plan. at this point, she no longer cared if heeseung was playing around with her or not. because as long as she got to cut him off first, she would win.

friday night before the date, yn and heeseung were once again on facetime, not a single moment being awkward between them.

yn was in her dorm kitchenette, looking for a midnight snack after studying for the past three hours.

"there‘s nothing in here…" yn sighed. "i thought karina would go shopping…"

heeseung chuckled as yn slammed shut the practically empty fridge. "you hungry?"

yn nodded, holding her hand to her stomach. "no shit, that’s why i‘m in the kitchen…" she laughed.

yn could see heeseung stand up from his laying down position on his bed before he spoke up. "i‘m getting you something then." his tone left no room for arguing.

"like…food? heeseung you don’t have to—"

"no, yn. i can go to the store and buy you sushi real quick and drop it off. you need to eat." heeseung‘s voice was commanding, and he was already out the door and down the dorm hall by the time he finished his sentence.

"fine…" yn sighed. she placed her hands together and put her face close to the camera as she spoke timidly, "can you see if they have that roll with the salmon?"

heeseung chuckled. "of course i can. i‘ll see you in about 15, beautiful." he gave yn a small wave before hanging up, earning an eager smile from yn who quickly dashed back to her dorm room (that she thankfully had to herself because of karina staying with yunjin,) and brushed out her hair, and put on a bit of gloss. she didn’t bother changing out of her pajamas, not seeing a reason since heeseung just saw her in the oversized band tee and shorts over the phone.

within 15 minutes yn laid on her bed, scrolling through her pinterest feed when she heard an expected knock on the front door. in a swift motion, yn threw her phone across her bed and made her way towards the door, gliding across the wooden floors on her socks. she opened up, greeting heeseung with a big smile. he looked so…handsome, oddly. not in the way yn had always seen him as "attractive but not attracted to," but there was something like a magnet pulling her in, and she had to fight the urge to not push away.

heeseung’s black hair was slightly messy as if it had been ruffled and not fixed, and he stood in his black hoodie and dark gray sweatpants that nearly covered his feet that wore a pair of socks and black nike slides.

grasped in his left hand was a bag with food inside which he held up with a childish smile to show the shorter girl in front of him.

"yayyy my food!! come in…" yn spoke excitedly, bouncing slightly in anticipation as heeseung came in, setting the bag down on a side table by yn‘s bed.

"so excited to see your food but not me, huh?" heeseung teased, smirking in yn‘s direction.

yn didn’t look at heeseung and made her way towards the bag, straight away opening up the pack of sushi. "ew don’t say that. you sound like a pick me boy.." she laughed.

heeseung chuckled alongside her. "i guess you got a point…" he sighed mockingly. "that’s what every girl says…" he huffs, putting on a heavy sarcastic tone, shifting his body language to act like the archetype yn just described.

yn finally looked up at heeseung who had his toes pointed together and was hugging himself with a pout on his face, trying his hardest to not bust out laughing.

"ew!" yn exclaimed, hitting heeseung‘s arm, who finally broke character and hollered a laugh, ever so slightly stumbling back at yn‘s smack to his bicep. "you‘re so weird.." yn smirked, sitting down on the edge of her bed. she pat the spot next to her for heeseung to sit at. he joined her, sitting close but still letting a small amount of space between them.

weird..yn thought as she noticed. the heeseung she knew would have sat on top of her practically—and taken another chance to stick his hands down her pants. was he really a changed man? no—no he wasn’t…yn couldn’t give in to his gentleman act before he could give into hers.

"you look like a little boy.." heeseung snickered, ruffling yn‘s hair softly before fixing the strays that got messed up.

yn playfully scoffed. "just a part of my charm…" she popped another piece of sushi into her mouth. heeseung laughed quietly, a genuine smile spread across his face. "you’re cute, though.." he spoke sincerely as he grabbed a bag of chips from the bag of food he brought.

"yeah, i hear that a lot.." yn retorted in a mock arrogant tone, batting her long eyelashes.

"oh, and so humble too!" heeseung clapped back, his hand on his chest.

yn laughed, laying back against her headboard. "would you still like me if i had six toes on each foot?" yn giggled, bringing her sock covered foot up to heeseung‘s shoulder, poking him with her big toe. heeseung chortled, letting yn provoke him further. "sure. not like i gotta look at your toes all the time."

"what if i had super hairy arms and legs? or a unibrow?"

"i would. anything suits you. even a liam gallagher style unibrow and the body of a bear." he smiled softly.

yn slightly pouted, taken aback but still in an amount of awe at heeseung‘s sincerity. but as quickly as her demeanor faltered, yn regained her composure, not letting heeseung‘s sweet words sink in too deep.

"you really know how to sweet talk.." yn spoke, sitting up with her arms folded, a trace of skepticism in her tone.

heeseung shrugged. "it just comes naturally when i‘m with someone i like."

yn rolled her eyes before placing her last bite of sushi in her mouth, leaning forward to grab a can of dr. pepper from the bag heeseung brought.

she snickered as she leaned back to her previous position, opening her can of soda with a loud pop!

"you know my favorite soda?" yn smiled, bringing the can to her moisturized lips. heeseung nodded slightly. "yeah. you mentioned it a couple days ago on the phone." he gave her a slight smile. one that seemed shy, almost. like heeseung was timid all of a sudden. that was strange…heeseung was being strange. where was the cocky piece of work yn met a month ago?

yn just nodded back, bringing the soda back down on her table. she didn’t even remember mentioning her love for dr. pepper.

"let’s watch a movie," yn almost blurted, changing the subject. "sit up here." yn tugged at the sleeve of heeseung’s oversized hoodie, making him crawl over next to yn. the girl draped a blanket over the two of them, letting herself grow comfortable with heeseung‘s company, any ounce of lingering tension melting away between them as heeseung’s toned arm draped around yn‘s shoulders loosely.

putting on the movie 27 dresses, yn and heeseung ate the snacks he bought and talked through it, making fun of characters and the plot of the story.

and as the movie continued on into the late hours of night and early hours of the morning, yn slowly drifted off to sleep, curling herself into heeseung‘s side, allowing herself to be cocooned between his arm around her and his torso.

heeseung felt yn‘s soft breath on his waist, and peered down to view the woman beside him, her hair perfectly splayed around her and the neckline of her big tshirt hanging around her shoulder, leaving her smooth, soft skin exposed to the soft light of the lamp beside them.

with a soft, affectionate smile, heeseung decided to not overstay his welcome and turned off yn‘s laptop that the movie was playing on, and gently sat up, adjusting yn‘s body so her head was resting on an actual pillow and not the mattress. quickly pulling out his phone, heeseung sent yn a text he knew she‘d see in the morning.

heeseung: hey beautiful, u fell asleep so i decided to let u rest. can‘t wait to see u on our date, sleep well 💓

heeseung tucked the girl in, leaving a feather light, lingering kiss to her forehead. he pulled back, gazing at yn‘s sleeping form with affection dancing in his dark brown eyes. this wasn’t a game to heeseung anymore. too bad yn wasn’t awake to realize it.

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afternoon approached, leaving yn in her habit of sleeping in until noon. stretching her limbs, letting the feeling of sleep wash over her, looking around to see heeseung was not there. she frowned, a little disappointed he wasn’t with her still, too tired to fight off the slight sadness that built within her, or question why it’s there.

reaching for her phone under her pillow, yn looked at her lockscreen, seeing a message from heeseung sent around 12 hours ago.

she quickly sat up, opening the text up snd reading the sweet words on her screen. a smile subconsciously spread across yn‘s face as her eyes darted across the grey bubble.

yn‘s fingers immediately started typing, her heart beating in rhythm of each tap her thumbs danced across her screen.

yn: awe, tysm heeseung that’s so sweet, i thought u ditched me at first lol 🙁💕 i can’t wait to see you tn 🫶

yn put her phone down, the feeling of warmth igniting inside her chest like a match being lit. as she rubbed her eyes, her phone started to buzz continually, and as she picked it up again she saw heeseung‘s name on the screen facetiming her. of course she picked up.

"missed me already?" yn giggled, rubbing her eyes as she turned off her camera, not wanting him to see her in this fresh out of bed state.

"awe, ynnn," heeseung started, his voice taking on a pleading tone, "turn your camera back on—i wanna see your face.."

yn shook her head despite him not being able to see her. "no, i look like shit heeseung. i just woke up—you‘ll see me later tonight in my prettiest state, yeah?"

heeseung shook his head. "i wanna see you now though. please! i will go crazy if i don‘t get my required fill of you today!" heeseung placed his hands together as if he were begging, lowering his head.

"you‘re so corny," yn laughed.

"only for the woman i want," heeseung spoke confidently, lifting his head back up in hopes yn turned on her camera.

with an eye roll yn pressed her camera button and revealed herself in all her morning glory.

her hair was uncombed and slightly tangled from the one side she slept on all night, and her efforts to finger comb all the knots. her t-shirt fell over her shoulder and she had slightly watery eyes from digging out a few morning eye boogers and a shine to her skin from all the oils that built up in her sleep. she was real, and she was beautiful. so so beautiful. especially to heeseung.

heeseung immediately snatched his phone with a quickness of flash himself and started to take photos of yn‘s fresh form, which startled the poor girl into tossing her phone across her bed.

"heeseung you‘re so annoying!" yn yelled, a wave of embarrassment and affection washing over her.

"oh but you look so beautiful!" heeseung stated with a firmness to his voice, like when you see a cute animal and you wanna smother it.

in this cute moment yn‘s door started to unlock and open, revealing karina in a disheveled state, her makeup from last night still on and her hair in knots and tangles.

"oh..you look like you had fun with yunjin.." yn giggled.

karina simply nodded. "yeah yeah…i‘m too hungover for this bullshit…" she sighed. "i‘m gonna take a shower…" karina spoke lowly as she dragged herself towards the spot where she keeps her shower supplies.

"oh, what‘s up with karina?" heeseung asked, his voice etched with concern.

yn shook her head a bit dismissively. "karina‘s always like this when she‘s hungover. she was out with yunjin all last night."

heeseung nodded, letting out a long "ohh" of acknowledgment.

yn grabbed her bag of bathroom essentials from behind her dorm door before making her way to the restrooms with a heavy sigh.

"i gotta get ready now, heeseung. i‘ll see you tonight," yn informed her date, adding a small pout.

heeseung chuckled. "okay beautiful. i‘ll pick you up around six, yeah? i hope you like what i have planned." he grinned sheepishly, attempting to hide his blush.

yn smiled softly. "i‘m sure i will. see you later heeseung."

"see you later, pretty."

with that, yn blew a small kiss before hanging up, no longer able to ignore the flutters in her chest.

she was falling for lee heeseung.

fuck.

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6 o‘clock rolled around, and yn was dressed to perfection. her upper figure was accentuated by a flowy short dress she wore over jeans, paired with a little pink cardigan and kitten heels. she looked like she jumped straight out of a shoujo anime. her skin was glowing in the light of the sunset as she double checked herself in the full length mirror propped against her bed. taking a deep breath, she turned to ask karina if she looked alright—but able to read her best friend‘s mind, a hung over karina beat yn to it.

"you look amazing. don’t listen to any doubts floating around in your cute little head." karina paused, her expression softening. "heeseung really likes you, you know."

yn‘s mouth opened to say something, but a wave of confusion stopped her. she could only slightly tilt her head, gesturing karina to continue.

"i helped him plan the date, yn. i told him all your likes and dislikes—anything i know about you, really." karina shrugged. "he was so nervous to impress you." she chuckled softly. "he wants everything to be perfect. and there’s one surprise he has for you that you‘ll love!" karina slightly squealed, clapping silently.

"oh..oh wow…" yn laughed to herself, taken aback at how heeseung was acting according to yunjin.

on cue, a few knocks were heard on the heavy door, signaling heeseung‘s arrival. yn slightly panicked, darting her head around from the door to karina, like she was frozen.

"what are you doing?? go answer!" karina whisper yelled, shooing yn towards the door.

yn said nothing but complied, her lightly trembling hand reaching for the doorknob, slowly opening the door, revealing heeseung‘s tall figure holding a bouquet of yn‘s favourite flowers. he was dressed in a dark blue button up shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows with his nicest jeans and dress shoes. he honed a nervous smile, outstretching his arm to hand yn her flowers.

"you look so beautiful," heeseung anxiously spoke, his grin widening as he saw yn gently take the flowers from his grip, admiring them with what heeseung could‘ve sworn was a twinkle in her eye.

"thank you heeseung.." yn spoke gently, her eyes raking in over heeseung’s form. "you look good too. really good." she blushed, looking down at the ground with a stupid grin. she quickly made her way over to her bedside table and sat the flowers down for a moment before she grabbed her half-full hydroflask water cup from her bedside table and placed the flowers in it, her tone nervous when she spoke up and faced heeseung again.

"i um…i‘ll get a vase soon." she cleared her throat slightly before walking back to her date. heeseung let out a light giggle at yn‘s actions, absolutely adoring the beauty that stood before him.

"let’s go, love." heeseung spoke softly, taking yn‘s hand before waving to karina. "she‘s safe with me," he said with a smile, earning a nod from the hungover girl. "have fun you two!" she called out after them before the door closed.

heeseung opened his black car door for yn, helping her get in before walking to the driver’s side and slipping in himself.

"do you like cat cafés, yn?" heeseung asked as he started the car.

yn nodded quite fast, growing more excited by the second.

"i love them—how‘d you know?" yn asked curiously, having a hunch karina told him.

heeseung turned to face yn. "i had some help from karina, if i‘m being honest."

yn smiled bashfully. "you went to her?" yn already knew this, of course. it was just satisfying to hear again how devoted heeseung was to this date

"yeah, she’s your best friend after all. i wanted to know everything about the girl i‘ve grown so fond of." heeseung shot yn an affectionate smile, momentarily playing with the ends of her hair before focusing back on the road.

the car ride was short and filled with conversation and playful banter between yn and heeseung. his hand would trace small patterns along yn‘s clothed knee, giving tiny tentative squeezes every so often.

"this is it…" heeseung trailed off with a small smile as he parked his car in front of the newly opened cat café. he unbuckled his seatbelt, about to open the door until he noticed yn doing the same. quickly placing a hand on her shoulder, heeseung softly tutted, shaking his head slowly side to side.

"wait in here. i‘m going to open your door, beautiful." heeseung tenderly spoke, getting out of the car and walking over to yn‘s side to let his beautiful date out.

as his bony hand pulled on the car door to open it, yn slowly placed her feet out of the black vehicle, her smooth hand becoming encased by heeseung’s larger one. standing up, yn‘s plump lips curled into a genuine smile as her eyes darted around the large building in front of her. her eyes landed on pastel yellow and baby blues all over the café‘s curtains and signs, and peering inside the large window she caught sight of people eating the cutest, most beautifully decorated baked goods and little cats in rooms people went inside to play with.

"let’s go in, huh?" heeseung suggested, his eyes full of adoration at yn‘s entranced state.

nodding, yn wore an excited grin on her face as she and heeseung made their way inside the café together hand in hand.

"welcome in! just the two of you?" asked a tall, slender woman with braids once yn and heeseung entered.

the smell of sweets hit yn and heeseung in the face upon entry, adding to the cozy atmosphere the café created. all the furniture were pastels of every colour and the lights were warm strings of fairy lights paired with dim overhead lights.

"yes, two." heeseung politely smiled, letting the hostess grab two menus. "follow me."

yn and heeseung followed the woman towards a table sat directly near the room filled with cats, the view when yn and heeseung turned to their right being a large window peering into the playful felines and the customers playing with them after eating.

"here are your menus, your waitress will be erica and she‘ll be here soon." the hostess spoke in a professional tone before making her way to the front of the café again.

"oh i don’t even know what i want…" sighed yn, her eyes moving rapid fire speed over the pastel menu.

heeseung gazed at yn for a moment, his brown eyes trailing along her top half, doting on the girl’s excited form.

"karina told me you like strawberries—they have stawberry cakes and drinks if you want some…" heeseung suggested shyly, slightly slouching in his chair, bashfulness overtaking him as he cheeks glowed a baby pink.

yn nodded, her tongue slightly poking out of her mouth at the suggestion, immediately turning pages in the menu until she landed on a pink section dedicated to everything strawberry. "oh my…" she mumbled to herself. "i‘m gonna order a strawberry shake and a large cheeseburger." yn spoke contently, closing her menu to face a chuckling heeseung.

"you‘re hungry, huh?" he teased, closing his own menu. yn patted her stomach with a nod in response.

"i‘m just gonna have the ramen." heeseung shrugged. "i‘m mainly here for the cats…i miss my own." he slightly frowned, his fingers playing with the edge of his menu.

yn softly gasped. "you have a cat too?" she exclaimed, resting her own hand on his. heeseung smiled at the thought of his baby kitty back at home.

"yeah—his name is jack. adopted him after watching titanic for the first time.." heeseung slightly cringed, taking yn‘s hand to interlock fingers, squeezing her knuckles between his thumb and forefinger gently, an unspoken gesture of his soft spot for her.

"nooo that‘s cute!" yn giggled. "my baby‘s named tofu because she‘s fat as hell."

heeseung let out a deep laugh, leaning closer. "when their belly swings when they walk…"

yn covered her mouth with her hand to muffle her chuckles, in that moment completely forgetting about her deal with karina, the night heeseung and yn first interacted, and his fuckboy ways. right now it was just them both, revealing their authentic selves to each other layer by layer, peeling away a piece of caution tape slowly with each interaction.

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yn and heeseung rushed to finish their food so they could hurry and visit the kitties in the room next to them.

entering, yn‘s jean clad leg was immediately greeted with a small grey cat with bright blue eyes nuzzling its cheek against her, purring ever so softly.

"awee, hi my love!" she cooed, bending down to pick up the little feline. "oh, aren’t you the cutest lil‘ thing?" yn uttered to the purring creature, holding it in her arms like a baby. she rocked the cat back and forth, slightly bouncing as if she were lulling an infant to sleep.

heeseung‘s heart fluttered at the sight of yn holding the little kitty in her arms, imagining it was a baby. yn‘s soft, maternal side shining through her sarcastic, walled up attitude struck a feeling of longing in heeseung‘s chest like a lightning bolt hitting a kite. he could imagine yn as a mother in this moment—someone he could be with for a long time. a feeling of belonging flooded heeseung‘s veins when he was with yn—something no one else has brought him. heeseung never thought of himself as the type of guy to settle down. he was easily described as an asshole to almost never fuck the same girl twice, and didn’t explore the dating scene. textbook fuckboy. but with yn, heeseung could envision himself in her world long term. and it was a feeling he didn’t want to fight.

"look how pretty her eyes are…" yn snapped heeseung out of his thoughts, her shoulder pressing against his bicep as she showed off her new friend in her arms.

heeseung beamed, showing his pearly white teeth. "she’s a pretty one, huh?"

yn nods, setting the little cloud of smoke down to sit by her, letting her new favorite cat in the room nuzzle all over her.

heeseung sat down with his date, wrapping an arm around her as the baby cat waddled over to him, curling up in his lap.

he gave a small pout, scratching the top of the kitten‘s head.

"awe, she likes you, heeseung," yn cooed, letting her hand run along the kitty‘s smokey coat of fur.

"we can be her parents," heeseung softly spoke, glancing at yn for any approval or discomfort to his remark. but when yn grinned and nodded, leaving not a trace of disapproval, the feeling of relief washed over heeseung. "she can be our baby.." yn replied, leaning her head on heeseung‘s shoulder. tilting his head to peer at yn, heeseung gently smiled before planting a tiny, innocent kiss on yn‘s head, sending a small shover down her spine. not moving, yn‘s lips formed a grin at the small gesture, a mix of fond affection and satisfaction her plan was being carried out perfectly swirling in her chest.

"you like karaoke, right?" heeseung questioned. "of course i do!" yn lifted her head from heeseung‘s shoulder.

"good. because now that it’s late enough…i want to give you your first experience in letting loose. instead of you staying sober and taking care of everyone…you have a chance to have fun for once."

yn raised a brow "promise you won’t roofie me?" she laughed.

heeseung chuckled, shaking his head. "wouldn’t dream of it."

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stepping out of the sleek car by heeseung‘s hand, yn was led into a bustling karaoke bar in the heart of the city. the bright lights and colours were a stark contrast to the blackness of night around them.

heeseung leaned in to bro hug an employee, saying something along the lines of "it‘s been too long" as yn stood, looking around the colourful establishment, hearing the muffled voices of other people singing their hearts out in nearby rooms.

the employee yn assumed to be a friend of heeseung’s turned to her, reaching out his hand for her to shake as heeseung placed his palm on the small of her back presenting her proudly. yn shook the dark man‘s hand, giving him a comfortable smile.

"yn, this is my good friend trey who‘s my connection here. and trey, this is yn, my date for tonight and hopefully a long long time after this." heeseung smiled, eyes roaming over yn‘s figure with a hint of longing.

trey shook the smaller girl‘s hand with a slight force due to his heavy handed nature. "it‘s lovely to meet a girl heeseung is finally putting himself out there for." he gave a charming, toothy smile.

yn‘s chest slightly at trey‘s words, nodding subtly as trey pulled his hand away.

"follow me, you two. i can get you a nice ass room and drinks…no id checks." try winked subtly, turning and motioning the pair to follow him to the back of the bar.

trey grabbed a key from his carabiner, unlocking a door towards the back.

trey unlocked the door, holding it open for yn and heeseung. yn stepped inside and heeseung hugged trey once more before doing the same—"i‘ll get ur drinks in a sec" spoke trey before leaving, allowing the door to close and leaving yn and heeseung inside of the colorfully lit karaoke room. there was an l-shaped couch in the middle against a wall lined with leds and a table in front of it set atop of a rug. on the opposite side there was a large tv and a stand for two mics, on screen a plethora of songs to choose from. the leds faded from pink to purple to blue and so on, creating an atmosphere that eased yn‘s nervousness away as she asked, "what drinks are we getting ?" heeseung smiled, sitting on the couch, resting his shoe clad feet on the table in front. "strawberry daiquiri. i heard you like them virgin but…i figured you could drink for the first time tonight, considering how karina went on about your desire to become wasted." heeseung pointed to the door, his tone becoming one of genuine care. "if you don’t trust me and wanna just drink a mocktail i understand th—" yn shook her head "no, i wanna drink. besides, if anything happens to me…i know who to blame." she grinned before making her happy way over to grab a mic and a tv remote, searching for a song as heeseung gazed with affectionate eyes, still laid back against the couch.

yn chose dangerous woman by ariana grande, clearing her throat as the guitar started, turning to heeseung with a smile. "wanna join?" heeseung stood up, sauntering towards the mic stand, grabbing the second microphone with his signature simper. "sure. i love ariana."

yn did most of the singing, heeseung mainly laughed at her off tune vocals and shaky high notes, making yn playfully shove him time to time.

and on cue as the song was coming to an end, trey slowly opened the door to yn and heeseung‘s room, bringing in a round of six strawberry daiquiris. "for the special girl," he teased, setting the tray down onto the table. he pointed to a red button right above the leather couch and said "if you need anything else, press this and i‘m on my way."

"thanks man, i owe you." heeseung said thankfully as he made his way to sit on the couch, yn following after him.

as trey left, yn stared at the drinks in anticipation, a small smile forming on her glossed lips as she sat beside heeseung.

"are you sure you wanna actually drink? you don’t have to" heeseung warned thoughtfully, placing a gentle hand on yn‘s shoulder.

yn nodded. "i want to. i‘m so sick of being uptight.." she spoke as she quickly grabbed a drink from the tray, taking a large sip, humming and eyes fluttering shut in satisfaction.

heeseung rubbed small circles on yn‘s shoulder with his thumb, tentatively watching the girl for any sign of discomfort. when he found none, he sat back, eyes glued to yn‘s satisfied form. "this is so much better with alcohol…" she giggled, lips pulling back from the straw for the first time, peering back at heeseung with flushed cheeks.

"just be careful, okay? don‘t drink too much at once."

yn nodded, taking another long sip at heeseung‘s digression. normally yn wouldn’t dare drink alone with a man, always being cautious of the dangers of that nightmare scenario. but heeseung made yn feel safe. of course being the smart girl she is, she‘s thought of the possibility that he could be harboring a false sense of security to take advantage of her. but when she searched into the depths of his dark brown eyes, she found nothing but a sense of genuineness. she decided in her sober mind heeseung was worth taking that risk.

downing one daiquiri after a few songs, yn let loose around heeseung even more, the boy being extra careful with her as if she were glass that could break if handled to harshly.

yn‘s cheeks were flushed and her smiles became wider and her laughs more giggly. it was clear after only two strawberry daiquiris, yn was officially drunk for the first time.

"oh yn…" heeseung sighed, laughing slightly. "how do you feel?" he inquired with a raised brow, lifting his karaoke mic as if he were interviewing the drunken girl.

"i feel like i‘m floating!" the girl exclaimed happily, a wide grin spreading across her flushed out face.

heeseung chuckled at yn‘s euphoric revelation, placing the mic down at his side as he reached out to place a lock of hair behind yn‘s ear, revealing the redness spread to the tip of it. heeseung made yn gave a small, endearing smile, lowering his hand to interlock fingers with her.

"taking you out has made me the happiest man today. thank you." heeseung‘s tone was sincere and affectionate, any ounce of selfish intentions with yn fleeting his body within this moment. those eyes that looked back up at him, the very windows to yn‘s soul becoming un-curtained before him, laying herself bare as she leaned in, standing onto her tip toes and placing a han on each of heeseung’s shoulders before cupping his face with a pout. "kiss me heeseung," she spoke, her words slurred and her eyelashes batting in her wasted state.

heeseung smiled softly as he peered down at the girl, taking his unoccupied hand to caress her soft cheek. "as much as i want to" heeseung started in a whisper "you‘re drunk. i‘ll kiss you once you ask while sober."

yn grinned ear to ear. "yay!" she pulled back, clapping as she jumped up and down. "that means you won’t take advantage of me…i didn’t really think you would but you can’t always be so sure…" yn slurred, struggling to walk towards the dark leather couch. attempting to grab another drink, heeseung quickly motioned over towards her, grabbing the tray and motioning it out of the way. "ah ah ah…" he started, tutting as he gently helped yn stand up straight. "you‘ve had enough to drink already. let’s get you taken care of, okay? you need water." he softly spoke, leaving yn to pout. "fineee dad," she scoffed rolling her eyes, poking fun at the slightly older male.

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heeseung drove yn back to his dorm, guiding her to the bathroom after she threw up all over herself and her nice clothes, getting some on the wood dorm floors. heeseung slightly gagged at the sight of the pinkish coloured liquid on the floor and the smell of strawberry daiquiri mixed with stomach acid all over yn, but he pushed through his discomfort and helped yn stumble into the dorm bathrooms.

holding yn‘s hair back into a ponytail, yn stood bent over the toilet before falling onto shaky knees, vomit emerging from her now chapped lips. yn‘s knuckles were now white from the grip she held onto the sides of the toilet, her knees as red as her face, blackened tears from mascara streaming down her cheeks from the heavy pressure built up in her head.

"there you go…let it out, yn. it’s okay…" heeseung softly cooed, his free hand not in yn‘s hair rubbed soothing circles on her clothed back.

yn finally pulled back with a heavy huff allowing heeseung to flush the toilet and grab yn a few squares of toilet paper, releasing her hair to wipe the girl‘s mouth carefully.

"you need to shower, yn…" heeseung spoke softly, helping yn to her feet. "wanna shower and change into my clothes?" heeseung questioned with a comforting smile. upon yn‘s nod, heeseung carefully led yn to his bedroom to grab potential pajamas, not wanting to leave yn in the dorm bathrooms alone and vulnerable.

sitting yn down on his roommate‘s bed, he dug through his closet in attempt to find an oversized shirt and his smallest shorts.

heeseung tossed a large grey tshirt next to yn alongside a pair of navy blue basketball shorts (whose drawstrings would definitely be tied) before turning his attention to her sitting form, gently tugging off her cardigan, setting it down on the floor.

"wait here…" heeseung urged, leaning down to open the drawers beneath his (clean freak) roommate’s bed in attempt to hopefully find some sort of cleaning rag.

spotting an old red cloth, heeseung grabbed it, gently patting and rubbing at the vomit on yn‘s upper half. "shouldn‘t have let you get so drunk..m‘sorry baby. i thought you’d be a bit of a heavier weight…" heeseung uttered in apology, earning a small smile from yn. "noo don’t be sorry…i‘m glad i could finally let loose.." she slurred with a drunken grin. yn continued, "i‘ve always had to be responsible and maintain some image…i hate it but it’s how i‘ve become over the years." yn sighs, about to fall back before heeseung‘s quick reflexes catch her.

"yn…" heeseung started. "i know i called you an uptight virgin when we met…and i did honestly think that of you. but getting to know you as the beautiful woman you are inside and out…you are so much more. and i can safely say the best decision i‘ve made in my life is understanding you. i might not fully right now—but i swear to you i will make it my goal to know you inside out."

yn‘s bottom lip quivered at heeseung’s sentimental testament, her hands reaching to touch his shoulders as her voice came out in a choked sob. "oh heeseung…"

heeseung chuckled. "don’t cry, angel. you won‘t remember any of this in the morning." his finger rested along yn‘s trembling lip. "maybe it’s for the better. i‘m not sure i‘ll ever be able to get over my reputation."

"no heeseung…i like you…" yn sniffled.

"yeah?"

"yeah…at least a little.."

heeseung leaned in to kiss yn‘s forehead, letting his lips linger, ignoring the smell of vomit.

"that‘s all i need to hear."

heeseung led yn back to the dorm bathroom, entering the shower area. "i‘m gonna help you change then i want you to take a shower, okay ?"

yn nodded.

slowly, heeseung assisted yn in sliding off her dress over her head, avoiding any of the vomit stain being able to come in contact with her skin.

yn unbuttoned her jeans next, allowing heeseung to help her pull them down. once she was stripped down to her bra and panties, heeseung looked away, wanting to still be respectful.

"i‘ll wait right here for you while you shower, okay?" heeseung spoke, facing away from yn and sitting on a nearby bench with his back toward the girl.

"okayyy" yn slurred, stepping into the bathroom after she fumbled with taking off her bra and underwear.

heeseung heard the water turn on and waited patiently for his girl.

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"heeseung, i‘m done !" yn shouted, turning off the water and leaning against the glass to support her drunken weight.

standing up, heeseung grabbed a towel from a nearby supply. "i have a towel for you.." he spoke awkwardly, handing the towel towards the shower door with his face turned away from yn‘s naked form.

"thank you…" yn spoke quietly, weakly taking the white towel from heeseung‘s grasp, struggling slightly to wrap it around her body before stumbling out of the shower. "i‘m done now!"

heeseung grinned. "let’s get you dressed and in bed now, okay?"

heeseung handed yn his clothes to change into, waiting patiently for the girl to slip them on. he took his hairbrush and sat yn down on the edge of his bed, sitting behind her to comb her wet locks. running his fingers through her damp strands after the brush strokes, heeseung found himself smiling at the way yn melted into his touch, like they were both content.

but heeseung‘s train of thought was cut off once yn leaned back against him, the dampness of her hair transferring onto heeseung‘s clothed chest, sending a shiver down his spine.

"i‘m tired…" yn slurred, turning her body to fit into heeseung‘s arms that instinctively wrapped around her.

"you can take my bed. i‘ll sleep in sunghoon‘s bed." heeseung spoke softly.

"no..i wanna sleep with you…"

heeseung‘s eyes slightly widened. "are you sure..? you‘re dr—"

"shh…" yn brought a finger to heeseung‘s lips. "if you really like me you can hold me and not try anything…"

heeseung nodded to himself. "okay, beautiful."

he held yn in his arms, leaning back so she was laying on his chest as he ran his fingers through her combed out hair. "thank you for letting me take you out, beautiful…i hope today was a start to many more days together. i really want to be with you."

upon no reply except the sound of yn‘s breathing, heeseung leaned slightly forward to peer down at yn who was now asleep, unable to hear a word of heeseung’s truth. he could only chuckle to himself.

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that next morning, yn woke up with a pounding headache, groaning as she tried to sit up, holding her head, only to find herself trapped in heeseung‘s embrace.

"what the fuck..?" yn whispered, absolutely puzzled as last night was a blur.

heeseung, ever the light sleeper, stirred awake, giving yn a tired smile. "morning beautiful…" his voice was sleepy.

"oh my fucking god." yn spoke harshly, forcing herself away from heeseung. "did we—?"

heeseung shook his head. "no, yn…we just slept. you got drunk so i let you crash here. i was gonna sleep in my roommate‘s bed but you insisted i slept with you instead."

yn, still holding her splitting headache, could only dart her eyes around heeseung‘s room before her eyes landed on her phone, which she practically pounced leaning forward to grab. she found a dozen of missed calls and texts from karina. opening their imessages, she read through them.

rina 🦖💕: yn ?? are u with heeseung still ??

rina🦖💕: yn it‘s midnight, wya ??

rina🦖💕: i might be overreacting but i‘m getting worried. plspls call me back

rina🦖💕: nevermind, heeseung just texted me you‘re with him. stay safe !!! 🫶🏻

yn sighed, typing out a message.

yn: i just woke up, i got drunk last night. i‘m fine, but i‘m coming home now

abruptly getting up, yn didn’t even bother to grab her old clothes before making it towards the door.

"where are you going ?" heeseung questioned, darting upwards. "i thought last time i asked you that i wouldn’t ever have to again."

yn turned around. "heeseung…i can’t do this. i can’t be one of your little bitches. i‘m sorry."

heeseung scoffed, coming closer. "one of my bitches? yn—do you actually think i‘d treat any of my fucking hookups the way i treat you?"

yn crossed her arms defensively. "isn’t this all to just win me over ?? to win me over and get me in your bed?"

"yn—you were just in my bed! if i wanted to fuck you i would have already! you are the first girl i‘m fucking serious about!" heeseung’s voice raised before he softened his tone again. "and probably the last, too…"

yn sighed. "i don’t want to be with a guy who’s never taken anyone seriously before! you won’t do anything right!"

"so that date—was that me not doing anything right??"

yn stayed silent.

"wow…okay…" heeseung rubbed his eyes before he started pacing. "you know what…just go. leave. if that‘s what you want just go…but i hope you know you threw out a man who truly wants you all because you have some trust issues. you might think you were some game to me but…i never even once saw you that way. and if you leave now…if you give up on us, i will never forgive you."

"then don‘t forgive me. but if you truly want me you‘re going to have to prove it. while i‘m fucking sober."

with those words, yn left heeseung‘s dorm, her heart besting like a sledgehammer in her chest.

in truth, yn was afraid. she knew she was catching true feelings for heeseung and her worst nightmare of being used and tossed away by a guy with a fuckboy reputation like him—it honestly sent a shiver down her spine.

she walked back to her dorm with unshed tears anf a heavy chest, slamming the door behind her once she approached home, startling karina and yunjin who were laying in karina‘s bed watching something on yunjin‘s phone.

"yn! you’re back—" karina cut herself off noticing the state of her best friend. "what happened? did that dickhead do something to you?" karina practically leaped out of bed to examine yn.

yn only shook her head, looking up at karina. "no…he was…perfect. too perfect."

yunjin got out of bed, standing next to yn with a manicured hand on her shoulder. "what‘s wrong then?"

yn sniffled. "i actually like him..like—more than i‘ve liked anyone else. i‘m just terrified i was another mission to him and not something genuine."

"so you ended it before anything could start?" yunjin asked.

"yeah, i guess."

karina pulled yn in for a hug, holding her best friend as she shed a few tears into karina‘s shoulder.

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another missed call.

another knock on the door that karina had to shoo away.

54 unread messages.

all from heeseung.

yn could only simply look at her phone, skimming over messages consisting of questions and pleas for yn to come back.

one day heeseung even had flowers delivered to yn‘s dorm room, with a note that read: for my beautiful girl.

of course yn smiled at the flowers, her chest clenched at the messages, but she couldn’t bring herself to trust heeseung.

especially after she spotted him talking to abby. his favorite fling.

after yn‘s english class, she was walking out of the building to meet up with karina and yunjin. as she was finished grabbing her phone from her bag, her tracks were stopped when her eyes were greeted with the sore sight of abby in front of heeseung, her demeanor as flirty as ever.

the little touches and lingering gazes from abby rubbed yn the wrong way entirely. sure, she didn’t think she had a right to be upset—afterall, she‘s the one who walked out on him. again. but something about him talking to his favourite hookup only a week after taking yn on a real date, saying sweet things of how she was the first girl he‘s truly wanted…to say her blood boiled would be putting it lightly.

with flushed cheeks and a loud huff, yn immediately unlocked her phone and blocked heeseung‘s contact, deciding she was done with him for good.

"you guys won‘t fucking believe it," yn stormed in the cafeteria, sitting down next to karina. yunjin who sat across from yn‘s best friend looked at the fuming girl with a confused gaze.

"heeseung was flirting away out there with fucking abby." a scoff left yn‘s lips. "i was right…"

karina gasped, her eyes widening in shock. "you serious??"

yunjin chuckled. "all that bitch is is a pair of big tits and blonde hair. those green eyes represent something evil behind that tight bod. don’t worry, yn. you are so much more than her. and clearly heeseung isn’t ready for that." yunjin closed her hand over yn‘s in a symbol of support, earning a small thank you from the girl.

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unknown: Is this yn??

yn‘s phone vibrated next to her as she finished painting her toenails. with a puzzled expression, yn decided to text back.

yn: yeah this is

almost immediately her message was read.

unknown: So you‘re the fuckass bitch who took hee from me

yn‘s brows furrowed, her hands suddenly becoming shaky. "karina! come look!" she called out, wanting a bit of moral support from her platonic soulmate.

karina rushed over, sitting down next to yn on the edge of her bed, peering over to look at the messages. "what the fuck..? is this one of his little hoes?"

yn typed out another response.

yn: idk wym. who is this ?

unknown: It‘s Abby. Hee broke things off between us and any other girl he‘s ever fucked because he‘s apparently "found his one." I asked him who and he said it was you. He wants to make you his gf or sum shit

yn gasped, nearly dropping her phone as she whipped her head around to see karina, her hands lightly hitting the sides of the girl‘s clothed arms.

"that‘s why heeseung was talking to abby today! oh my god!" yn blurted, suddenly standing up.

"yn…you know what you gotta do.." karina smirked.

yn stumbled over to her shoe rack, sliding on sandlas and immediately going to the door. "karina, can i take your car?"

so yn drove as fast as she could do heeseung‘s side of campus. it was less than five minutes but it felt like forever. yn‘s stomach felt like it sank to her ass practically with anticipation.

exiting karina‘s white car, yn practically b-lined towards heeseung‘s room, knocking on his door almost maniacally.

when heeseung finally answered, he was visibly taken aback to see his perfect yn standing before him, out of breath. "yn? yn…what are you doing here? i thought you hated me…"

yn shook her head. "i‘m so sorry for ever doubting you…" she panted. "i got so mad when i saw you talking to abby…"

heeseung grabbed yn‘s shoulders in a gentle hold, his tone gentle. "i ended things with abby and i. and the rest of my meaningless flings. it‘s you i want…and this was part of my plan to prove it to you…i‘m so sorry i made you doubt…"

yn hugged heeseung, holding him like he‘d slip out of her embrace.

"yn…can i be your boyfriend..?" heeseung asked tentatively, caressing the smaller girl‘s back.

yn pulled back, cupping heeseung‘s face in her palms. "i thought you’d never ask…"

a small smile appeared on heeseung‘s face as he deeply stared into yn‘s beautiful eyes, his expression lovestruck.

"well are you gonna kiss me now?" yn teased, her thumbs caressing heeseung‘s cheeks.

"now that you asked me while sober, yes…" heeseung teased back with a sly smirk, leaning in to yn, their lips pressing together in a delicate whisper of warmth, their lips met in a rush, gentle at first, as if they were testing the waters of this new connection. but soon, it deepened, a spark igniting between them, a surge of energy that pulsed with every heartbeat. the kiss was slow, yet urgent, each touch like a wave, pulling them closer, making everything outside dissipate around them.

this kiss served as an introduction to their newfound love, and the end to their game.

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Dont be Scared - Gravity and Gold (5)

Jungkoo x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) wants a normal university life, hiding her gravity powers, while Jungkook strives to be a perfect hero. When villains attack their campus, she is forced to make a choice—stay hidden or fight. Their encounter changes everything.

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Wordcount: ~1000

A/N: Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed it, please let me know—I’d love to hear your thoughts. I plan to publish one chapter per week, so stay tuned for more!

Chapter 5: Dont be Scared

Jungkook wasn’t the type to let things go.

You learned that quickly.

Even though he had promised to "drop it," he never really did. He wasn’t following you anymore—not exactly. But somehow, he always found you. Whether it was at a food stall, a crowded train station, or a quiet rooftop where you thought you could finally breathe, Jungkook was there. Watching. Waiting.

And worst of all? He wasn’t the only one paying attention to you.

The news cycle after the battle was relentless. Reports of the attack played on every screen in the city, clips of Jungkook’s lightning tearing through the battlefield, interviews with high-ranking officials praising the heroes’ victory. But there was something else. Something smaller—but important.

A single grainy security cam video.

It was blurry, barely showing anything beyond shifting shadows, but you knew exactly what it was. What it showed.

A figure moving unnaturally, gravity twisting around them.

You.

The video was short, but it was enough to raise questions. Speculation flooded online forums. Who was this person? Another hero? A new recruit? Someone in training?

The Hero Program remained silent.

But you weren’t naïve. Silence didn’t mean they weren’t looking.

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The next time Jungkook found you, it wasn’t in some random street or crowded café.

It was your apartment.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you found him sitting on the steps outside, twirling a coin between his fingers, sparks of golden electricity flickering at his fingertips.

"You shouldn’t be here," you muttered, stepping past him to unlock your door.

Jungkook pocketed the coin. "Yeah, well, neither should you."

You shot him a look. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

He exhaled, running a hand through his dark hair. "They’re asking questions about you."

Your fingers tightened around your keys.

"You should’nt have left after the fight," he continued. "Instead, you run. Now people are looking for you—and not just me."

You swallowed hard. "Did you tell them?" you hated that you sounded so scared.

"No," Jungkook admitted. "But it’s only a matter of time before someone finds out something."

There was something different about the way he looked at you now. Before, it had been curiosity—mild annoyance at your stubbornness. But now?

Now, it was something heavier.

"You’re hiding something," he said, voice quiet but firm. "And I need to know why."

"You need to know jack shit," you shot back.

Jungkook clenched his jaw. "You don’t trust me."

You laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Why would I?"

He didn’t answer right away. For the first time, he actually looked frustrated—like he couldn’t understand why this was such a big deal to you.

"Y/N…right?," he said slowly, "I know the Hero Program. I am the Hero Program. If there’s something you’re not telling me, something you’re afraid of, I can help."

You took a step back. "No, you can’t."

Jungkook’s expression darkened. "Why not?"

You hesitated. For a split second, you considered telling him. Telling him everything. But then you saw the way he looked at you—the same way every hero looked at something they couldn’t figure out.

Not as a person.

As a puzzle to be solved.

You turned away. "Because I don’t need saving."

Then you disappeared into your apartment.

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The underground training center was quiet at this hour. Most heroes had already finished their drills for the day, leaving only a few stragglers behind.

Jungkook sat on one of the benches, his arms resting over the back, his fingers absentmindedly sparking with tiny jolts of electricity. Across from him, his friends—Yoongi, Jimin, and Hoseok—watched him with varying levels of amusement and concern.

"So let me get this straight," Yoongi drawled, leaning back against the wall, flames flickering at his fingertips. "You’ve been stalking some mystery girl for days—not because she’s a villain, not because she’s in danger, but because she told you to leave her alone?"

Jungkook scowled. "I’m not stalking her."

"Could’ve fooled me," Hoseok snorted, stretching his legs out in front of him. His speedster reflexes made him constantly fidgety, his fingers tapping against his knees. "You’re obsessed."

Jimin, who had been unusually quiet, finally spoke. "She’s the gravity user from the battle, isn’t she?"

Jungkook’s gaze snapped to him.

"Yeah," Jimin said, nodding to himself. "Figured. The way you fought together—it was like you already knew each other."

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, frustration rolling off of him in waves. "That’s the thing. I don’t know her. But she’s strong—stronger than most trainees here. And she wants nothing to do with us."

Yoongi raised a brow. "So? Not everyone wants to play hero."

"But why?" Jungkook insisted. "People like her—people with that kind of power—don’t just slip through the cracks. The Hero Program finds them, trains them. But she’s nowhere in the system. It’s like she doesn’t exist."

Jimin frowned. "That is weird."

Hoseok tilted his head. "Maybe she’s hiding something."

"Or maybe she just doesn’t want to be part of the system," Yoongi said, watching Jungkook carefully. "Not everyone wants to be a hero, you know."

Jungkook sighed, rubbing his face. "Yeah, she made that pretty clear."

Yoongi’s flames dimmed. His voice was quieter when he spoke next. "Look, man. If she doesn’t want to be found, maybe you should respect that."

Jungkook stared down at his hands, watching the lightning flicker between his fingertips.

"I can’t," he muttered.

"Why?" Jimin asked.

Jungkook looked up, his expression unreadable.

"Because I think she’s scared of us."

Silence fell over the group.

And for the first time, none of them had an answer.

[neobunnydoy]

Playdate | Kim Doyoung (M)

"You were a nervous wreck. Interviewing your boyfriend on camera was not something you ever thought you'd be doing. Especially when the world had no idea you were dating him.

But then again, you also never expected having his fingers inside you in a dressing room would calm you down"

pairing idol! kim doyoung x idol! fem! reader.

genre and content established relationship, fluff, smut mdni, fingering, and I think semi-public sex (they were in a dressing room so idk you decide).

word count 1.8k

author's note guys honestly this might be the first and last time I write smut I don't think I have the talent asdbfajbjeaka I just had to try it one time ig

Interviewing your boyfriend on camera was not something you ever thought you'd be doing. Especially when the world had no idea you were dating him.

Staring into the mirror, you tried to steady your breathing as the makeup artist's brush lightly swept across your cheekbones. You were about to film the second episode of Playdate, a YouTube show that took everyone by surprise. Including you. Originally, the company just wanted to test the waters with a pilot episode, unsure if the concept would resonate. But it did. Viewers loved seeing idols in high school uniforms, doing mundane activities, laughing like regular people. And you had to admit, the first episode went smoothly because it was with Joy, your close unnie since you were both under SM. But now, the stakes were higher. The show was officially a series, and the pressure to keep the momentum going was real. You had been excited... until you found out who today’s guest was.

Doyoung. Your boyfriend, Doyoung.

The company thought it was a brilliant idea to promote his new album by having him on the show, thinking it’d be “cute” to see him interact with his junior. Little did they know that you were much more than that.

Your stomach twisted at the thought. How were you supposed to act? Should you pretend you barely knew him? What if people noticed you were too comfortable? Were you even a good enough actor to pull that off? 

The thoughts spiraled, tightening in your chest as the makeup artist put the finishing touches on your look. “You’re all set,” she announced, breaking you from your trance. You mustered a small smile, nodding as she and the hair stylist left the room.

Your heart raced as you turned to the school uniform hanging neatly on the rack. The last piece to complete your look. Slipping into it would mean there was no turning back. After this, it would only be minutes before the shoot started. You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts. You’ve got this, you told yourself. You’ve been on camera a million times before.

You started buttoning your shirt, but your fingers fumbled halfway through, leaving the top half undone as your mind drifted again. What if you looked at him too softly? What if he did that little smile that always made you blush?

A knock at the door startled you, pulling you back into the moment. You turned away from the door, panic rising. “Sorry, I’m changing! Just a minute!”

“It’s okay. Nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Your heart did a little flip as you recognized his voice, a smile breaking out before you even saw his face. You turned to see Doyoung standing there. Somehow, seeing him eased some of the nerves clawing at your chest.

“You scared the shit out of me,” you laughed. Doyoung stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind him. His familiar, sweet gummy smile eased some of your anxiety. His eyes quickly flicked to your half-buttoned shirt, lingering for a second before snapping back to your face. Seeing your nervous expression. “Still nervous?” he asked, his eyes softening as he took in your tense posture.

You let out a shaky breath. “Yeah… I don’t know what to do.”

Doyoung’s eyes lingered on your face, concern mixing with affection. He thought you were cute when you were nervous, how your brows knitted together and your lips slightly pouted as you toy with the buttons of your shirt.

His gaze drifted down to your fingers and half-buttoned shirt, revealing a hint of your lace bra. He immediately felt heat rise to his face. What the hell are you doing? She's nervous and you're being a perv.

He cleared his throat, his fingers brushing through your hair in a soothing gesture. “You got this,” he murmured, his touch grounding you when your thoughts felt scattered. “Just think of it like we’re getting paid to go on a usual date.”

You let out a groan, burying your face in his chest. “That’s exactly the problem.”

Doyoung’s chin rested on your head, his heart beating steadily against you. “I know you’re worried,” he began softly, his voice soothing. “But you don’t need to be nervous about this. Just be yourself. That’s what people love about you. You’re naturally funny, charming… and you make people feel at ease just by being you.”

He pulled back slightly, cupping your face so you were looking directly into his eyes. “I’ll be right there with you the whole time. If you feel overwhelmed, just look at me. It’ll just be us. I’ll help you through it.”

Your eyes softened, his words slowly sinking in, easing the knot of anxiety in your chest. “Yeah, I know I’m overthinking this, but I’m still nervous… maybe I should drink some tea or something.”

“What? My hugs aren’t working?” he teased, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your back, sending a shiver down your spine.

You laughed, the tension in your shoulders easing just a little. “They are. I just… I don’t know. I need more.”

His eyes darkened, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You need more?” His voice dropped, a teasing lilt dancing on each word as he leaned in, his nose brushing against yours.

You nodded, your heart fluttering as his gaze flickered down to your lips.

He closed the distance between you, his mouth capturing yours in a sweet, lingering kiss. It was soft at first, comforting and familiar. But the longer his lips moved against yours, the more urgency crept in. His hands tightened around your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

He groaned, the sound vibrating through your body as his hands tightened on your waist. Slowly, his hand slid up your thigh, slipping under the hem of your skirt, sending a shiver through your body.

Your breath hitched, his touch igniting a fire that made you forget all about the cameras and the script waiting outside. The world fell away as he kissed you deeper, his body pressing you against the wall as his hand slid up your thigh. 

“Doyoung… people are outside,” you murmured between kisses, your hand weakly pushing against his wrist even as your lips continued to move against his.

He smiled against your mouth, his laugh low and teasing. “You said you needed to relax… then relax.”

His fingers teased along the skin of your thighs, until it started tracing the outline of your clit through the fabric of your underwear.

Your mind was foggy, overwhelmed by the sensation of his hands exploring your body. Doyoung smiled as he saw you closing your eyes, blissed out beneath him. 

His mouth traveled down your neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses as his hands drew lazy circles, making you squirm against him. “Relax, baby,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. “I’ve got you.”

You felt your arousal begin to soak your underwear, the fact that it’s still there leaves you whining.

“Doyoung… please”

Doyoung pushes you slowly towards the dressing room table, sitting you down. He slips his fingers into your pants, slowly guiding them to where you want him most. Drawing soft gasps from your lips.

“So wet for someone so nervous”, he hums in your ear.

You bite your lips while doyoung continue to play at your folds again, tips of his fingers brushing against your clit. You were about to whine at his slow pace when you were cut off with him pressing a finger inside you.

His name left your lips in a breathy moan as his fingers were slowly thrusting in and out, “Not so loud, baby.”

You start to bite your lips to stifle your cries, looking up at him in hopes he adds another finger. He looks down at you with hooded eyes, kissing you slowly while thrusting another finger in and curling them in a way he knows you love.

The movement made his fingers brush against your most sensitive spot and has you rocking your hips along with his movements. Hands clutching the material of his high school uniform blazer to keep yourself steady. 

If it wasn’t for his lips on yours, your moans would’ve filled the room along with the sound of your arousal around his fingers.

“Doyoung–” your whine, “–I’m gonna.” “Let go, baby. I’m right here.”

With his words you felt the wave finally hit, you collapsed against him, his arms keeping you together. He held you through it, his touch gentle, grounding you as you slowly came back to reality.

After you finally caught your breath, you exhaled shakily, pressing your forehead against his. “I… I think that helped.”

He laughed softly, brushing his lips against yours. “Good. I’d hate for you to go out there all nervous.”

“Doyoung –”, He hummed as he pressed one more kiss to your lips. “– that wasn’t just for me, was it?”

He stopped kissing you, looking into you with a confused expression.

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Please. You were turned on the moment you walked in here.”

Doyoung’s ears turned pink, and his gaze dropping to the floor. “I mean… you looked good… and the uniform didn’t help,” he mumbled, his voice softening as his cheeks grew even redder.

You tried not to laugh. How was he this shy now, after giving you an orgasm in a dressing room of a TV station?

A smile spread across your face, warmth bubbling up in your chest. “You’re cute, you know that?”

His eyes shot up, his mouth opening and closing as his face turned an even deeper shade of red. “I-I… You were nervous–” he fired back, his voice a little too loud he gave his justification, “–I was trying to help”

You bit back a laugh, stepping down the table as you fixed the remaining buttons on your shirt.  “I know, thank you.” You leaned up, brushing a soft kiss against his cheek.

“I can accidentally bring this uniform home you know”

Doyoung stared at you, his mouth slightly open, eyes wide with disbelief. “I can’t believe this… You were a nervous wreck just a while ago, and now you’re the one teasing me?”

You shrugged, as you head out the door getting ready to standby for the shoot. “Yeah, well… my boyfriend just fingered me in a dressing room, so I’m not that nervous anymore.”

Doyoung watched you leave, his heart racing as he let out a long, defeated sigh. “I’m never going to survive this.”

[ladyhoneydarlinglove]

{one piece, zosan, ficlet} second impression

got another one! last of the prompt ficlets i have finished for now, but i’ve got some down time this week so if my motivation stays hopefully i can knock out one or two more! 🤞

Rating: G Notes: pre-relationship, companion piece to first impression

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When Luffy told Zoro he wanted to recruit the twirly-eyebrowed waiter from the floating restaurant as the crew’s new cook, Zoro wasn’texactly pleased.

“Him?” he asked, scowling at Luffy. “I know his type; he’s a simpering idiot that’ll drop to his knees in a heartbeat for a pair of tits and a pretty face. No way a guy like that will stay loyal to us. You should ask the old man instead, he’s got experience.”

But Luffy only grinned at him, shaking his head. 

“Nah, Sanji won’t do that,” he said. “I saw him feed that starving pirate that tried to hold up the place. He’s got a good heart; he’ll be perfect.”

Zoro remained skeptical, but he’d already learned that once Luffy had his mind set on something, there was no changing it. So instead of protesting he just shrugged and said, “Alright captain, if you say so.”

It was hard for Zoro to say whether or not he expected Luffy to be proven wrong about the new cook’s loyalties; because on the one hand he did know the cook’s type and it wasn’t one predisposed to sticking around, but on the other, he trusted Luffy’s judgement. What Zoro did expect was that the cook would be able to cook (obviously), that he’d fawn over every girl within a ten mile radius (stupid, but whatever), and, based on a brief observation of his behavior at the restaurant, that he’d be kind of a dick to everyone else (which, being kind of a dick himself, Zoro couldn’t really hold against him).

What he hadn’t expected was that the cook could fight.

Zoro thought the few blows thrown his way during their brief quarrel about Nami had been mostly for show; he’d seen it before, posturing from people insecure about their masculinity when standing next to Zoro and needing to prove something, as if he gave two shits about that kind of thing. But then he watched the cook smash a half ton block of concrete into pieces with one solid kick, and Zoro found himself having to rapidly reassess everything he’d initially thought about the twirly-browed freak because holy shit. Holy shit, not only could the cook fight, but he could keep up with Zoro. A very badly injured Zoro who at full health would definitely be better than him, but still.

Zoro didn’t tend to rely on other people all that much in a fight, Luffy being the only and very recent exception. It wasn’t that he was against trusting other people to have his back, it was just that he’d never really found anybody that could. It was easier and safer to deal with things himself, because then nobody got hurt but Zoro, and that was fine, because he knew he could take it when most other people couldn’t.

So being able to say to the cook, “Thirty seconds! I won’t last more than that!” and know that it would be enough, know that curly-brow wouldn’t just try to free Luffy while Zoro held off Arlong, but that he’d actually be able to do it?

Well.

Zoro wouldn’t realize it for years to come yet, but as soon as that singular moment of pure, blind trust passed between them, it was only a matter of time before his heart became Sanji’s for the taking.

[rustyparker]

Russ felt a moment of relief when finally, after all this shit, it seemed like he'd finally gotten something right. She thought the password thing was a good idea. He wondered now, whether he ought to go through his phone first and delete all the crap that was on there because it didn't exactly make him look good. But that was the point, right? To show her everything and be honest and shit. "Okay, but...if you're gonna look at my phone, I just want you to know, I'm gonna delete whatever is on there. I mean, I guess you already saw the texts but I'll block her and everything. But I'm just showing you so you can see...well, so you know everything, y' know? Full transparency." That seemed to be his final option. Of course there were still things she didn't know. Like the extent of his drug use, and how much it influenced his decisions. A lot of times when he'd cheated on her, he didn't even particularly like the girl he was with, he was just high. And he liked everyone when he was high. Nothing mattered when he was high.

"I can make a real effort, Selene", he insisted, and for the first time in a long time he tried to think about what that might actually look like. He knew he wasn't gonna be able to just throw away his bad habits all at once, but...maybe he could at least tell her about them. "Hey...y'know, if I'm gonna do this...I know you said it ain't all about words and I get that, but there is some stuff I need to tell you." He hesitated, even after saying it, how much he should actually tell her. But she was looking at him so insistently...

"I've been kinda going off the deep end lately with the coke. I mean, not like I overdosed or nothing, but I dunno...last week...shit, I'm missin' like two days from last week. Just gone. I don't remember shit. I think I was at a party...you remember, I was gone for a while? And you sent me those texts...I shoulda told you this before, I know, but I just felt like shit about it. But I don't think I was with anybody those nights. And I'm gonna get help for this, I promise-" He paused when he realized that he was once again making another promise to her. "I mean...well, you prolly don't believe me but...you're gonna see."

He stepped closer to her, cautious this time, his hand slowly reaching up and touching her face. At the same time, he took his phone out of his pocket and handed it over to her. "My password is weedlover69", he smiled faintly, it was stupid. This whole thing was stupid. But she said she wanted the truth.

Selene's eyes softened, just the slightest bit, as she heard him speak, but her heart still ached from the weight of everything that had been said. She took a slow breath, keeping her composure as she stared at him, trying to make sense of the things he was offering, trying to figure out if this was just another fleeting promise or if it actually meant something. His words about going to Coney Island, about taking her somewhere, made her pause. It sounded nice, but was it enough? Could it be enough to make up for all the broken promises? She wasn’t sure, but something in her wanted to believe it could be.

"Taking me to Coney Island, huh?" she asked, her voice quieter now, less harsh but still filled with uncertainty. "That’s... a nice thought, Russ. But it’s not just about the trip, is it? It’s about what happens after. I don’t want another quick fix. I don’t want another 'we’ll be fine for a week' only for things to fall apart after. I need you to show me, not just tell me. I need to see that you can be consistent, that you can actually be there when it counts. It’s not about a vacation, it’s about... us. Real, steady, lasting change."

Her gaze dropped to the floor for a moment as she gathered her thoughts, then she looked back up at him. "And giving me your password... that’s a step. It’s a start. But it’s not going to erase everything. It’s not going to make me forget how many times you’ve pulled away when I needed you."

She shook her head slowly, her expression conflicted. "I’m tired of asking, Russ. I shouldn’t have to ask for you to show me that you care. I want to believe you can do this... I really do. But I can’t keep giving you chance after chance without seeing any real change. Words are just words. I need actions. I need to feel like I’m not just someone you’re holding on to when it’s convenient." She exhaled deeply, as if she’d just said everything that had been eating away at her, and there was a finality to her voice that she wasn’t sure she was ready for.

"I’m not asking for perfection, Russ. I’m asking for real effort. Can you do that?"

[luck-of-the-drawings]

so REVENGE, HUH? or justice, if that makes you feel better. it tastes the same when cooked just right. 'I REALLY WANTED A BROTHER.' such a shame to burn a bridge you so desperately wanted to keep, especially when it wasnt even you who started the fire. especially when you hope that not a single fragment of that bridge ever washes ashore.[MAY IT ROT FAR FROM MY SIGHTS] an unfortunate loss! atleast he has his friends.

[brokendreamscreation]

Lucid: “Ah! I like your lamp!”

Lucifer: “My lamp? Lucid, that’s the Rings of Hell.”

Lucid: “…Can’t it be both?”

[13eyond13]

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[tellie-vision-art]

I’m gonna be honest I lowkey want to draw Axel or maybe her with Priya but I don’t normally draw fanart and I am scared 😭

And also I would hate if people followed me explicitly for that BC I don’t normally draw fanart and I know it would be disappointing to see my OCs all the time. Like would any attention I receive from it be worth it if no one’s interested in my actual art rather than just the characters in it. Like there’s no demand for my art would anyone who follows me even care if I drew fanart 😭 it’s a double-edged sword

And like interacting with fandoms always ends poorly for me (Scream Queens bc harassment, Squid Game bc lots of gross people) what if I draw it and post it and the TD fandom gets ruined for me too somehow, I would die 😩 I fear interaction outside my target audience (followers and my friends) I suppose

[enterstellars]

and with that i do believe that my run with interstellar in imax has come to an end.