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jjongslutz · 6 months

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이희승 HEESEUNG 💋 911! I'VE BEEN A BAD GIRL [ MDNI. ]

IN WHICH there's nothing hotter than a man in a cop uniform. there's nothing more sexually frustrating than when he's never at home in said cop uniform

WARNINGS ⨯ fem!reader, cop kink (?), Men In Uniforms, hard dom!heeseung x brat!reader, spanking (flogger & hand), orgasm denial, handcuffs, use of pet names & name calling (bunny, doll, baby, slut, whore), sex toys (dildo, vibrator)

WORD COUNT ⨯ 2.9k

AUTHOR'S NOTE . . . this stems from that one trend where ppl stand next to cops to that one lana del rey song lolz 🙏

"911, what's your emergency?"

You smirk as you hear the familiar voice spill through the phone.

"Oh, officer, I'm in big trouble." Your hand traces the black lace barely covering your skin rhythmically with your words.

"Alright, can you explain your situation to me?"

You put on your best impression of an innocent doll from a 60s movie. “Oh, officer…” You let your voice trail off, wrapping your hair around your finger. “I’ve been a bad girl.”

The man on the other end of the line hesitates. He recognizes your voice. You smirk. “Y/N.” His voice is stronger than before, but has no telling emotion. You sit quietly. “

“I miss you so much,” you whine. Simultaneously, your fingers find their way past your black lingerie, fingering lightly at your clit. You moan into the line.

Heeseung tuts. You hear shuffling from the other side before he comes back to the phone. “Don’t fucking touch yourself until I get home.” Then, more quietly, but with a hint of mischief. “Don’t be a dumb slut and get off while I’m not there. Or I’ll make you regret it.”

Heat flushes throughout your body, spreading to your fingertips simply resting against your cunt. You retract them in fear and excitement of what he’s planning to do with you.

After a few moments, you hum lamely, and the line clicks shut.

Now, all there is to do is wait.

You get to the bedroom and it proves to be more difficult than you thought as heat rushes to your core. Heeseung’s scent lingers in the air from before he left, the sheets feeling the ghost of his warmth, even though you know that’s just in your mind.

Lying down against the mattress, you spread your arms to feel the soft material tickle your skin. You turn to touch your cheek against the blanket, but your eye catches onto a silver glint coming from the closet.

Your eyes widen when you creep up to it, realizing Heeseung went shopping without your knowing.

A bright pink dildo stands tauntingly still in its box. It doesn't take much for you to shut down any internal debates before ripping it out of its confinement and getting yourself settled with it on the bed again.

You lather a generous amount of lube on the toy, stopping yourself from drooling at the size of it. With one hand, you force your legs apart while the other guides the dildo to your needy hole.

The stretch feels so good that you let yourself soak in it for a moment, feeling how deeply it goes into you. It touches everywhere you need it most and more, you're certain you could cum just from this. But you won't limit yourself.

You start pushing it in and out, soon enough developing a rhythm that you meet with your rolling hips.

It feels so good you don't even hear the click of the door unlocking, nor the footsteps which follow it all the way to the bedroom.

“Oh, bunny,” Heeseung says with a teasingly disappointed tone. “You couldn’t wait until I got home?”

His voice makes you instinctively close your legs, a poor attempt at hiding what you're doing despite a part in you deep down wishing for him to see it all. In the movement, the dildo slips from your hands and lands somewhere on the mattress where Heeseung can clearly see it. His eyes darken.

“Found your present early, didn't you, bunny?” You whimper at his taunts, but force yourself to nod confidently.

You whine. “You’re always away, sir…” Putting on your best doe eyes, you try to ignore the effect Heeseung’s hard gaze has on your core, making your insides twitch. “Don’t you want me to feel good when you're gone?”

Suddenly, Heeseung crawls up to you onto the bed and sinks two fingers into your wet hole. You gasp at the intrusion. “This—” He emphasizes it by curling his fingers. “—belongs to me. I make you feel good. Not some stupid toy.”

Nodding weakly, you resist the urge to moan dejectedly as he slips his hand out.

“Fucking slut,” he mutters. “Couldn't even wait until I get changed?”

You can’t help the whimper that escapes you.

Heeseung notices it, too. His lips curl into a menacing smirk, his eyes gleaming with passion at the idea that sparks in his mind. “Oh… does my pretty little slut like my uniform?”

You nod, but he doesn't take it.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, sir.”

His hand reaches into his belt compartment. “Maybe I should put it to good use then. Wouldn't you like that bunny?” He pulls out a silver pair of handcuffs, with a click! they open invitingly. “Put your hands behind your back, whore.”

As much as your pussy begs for you to listen to him, make this all go faster, you stop yourself. You want to have some fun. “No.”

Heeseung raises a brow. “No?”

“No.” You shake your head to stand your ground. Then, more teasingly, “No, sir.”

Your boyfriend lets out a venomous laugh, his tongue running over his bottom lip before he bites it. His eyes make you fear he’s going to pounce on you, but excite you in hopes that he actually will.

“I said,” he clarifies, stepping onto the bed again, hovering over your body. “Put your hands—” He grabs both wrists into one hand and pulls them up and over your head. “—behind your back.” You squeal as he uses his grip as leverage to toss you over, rolling you onto your stomach. Heeseung pulls your arms down and clicks the handcuffs shut around them. “You naughty little slut.”

Your face is buried in the mattress, and he makes sure of it by the way he shoves it down to make you focus on the feeling of his hand tracing your waistline. “I’m sorry, sir,” you attempt.

He tuts. “You’ll show me how fucking sorry you are.”

You know what that’s code for. The way he fumbles around in the bedside drawer is just further confirmation. Your ears perk up at the sound of him pulling out the flogger.

He runs the toy through his fingers, then traces your back with it. You flinch when he suddenly puts two fingers under the hand of your lace bra and snaps it against your skin. “You have the right to remain silent.” Heeseung leans to your ear, whispering in a breathy tone which tickles your skin. He pulls at your head to lift your face to his. “I’m going to spank you ten times, okay? And you aren't going to make a single noise. Every time you do, that’s another two. Got it?”

The flogger dances over your lace-panties and the skin exposed below it, a shiver running down your spine at the contact. You conceal a yelp when the first slap comes crashing.

“That’s one,” Heeseung announces.

Slap! “Two.”

“Three—” And another. “Four.”

You can already feel your skin reddening from where the toy hit you. It hurts so good. You wish more than anything you could tell him, but you bite your lip to keep from it.

That proves to not be enough when he suddenly switches from the soft but stinging flogger to direct and harsh contact from his hand.

“Ah—” The sound escapes before you can realize it's coming out. You try to cover your mouth, only to remember your hands are tied behind your back, so it’s nothing but a pathetic attempt.

Heeseung squeezes the skin he just slap, pinching at it. “Stupid slut can’t stay quiet?” He slaps once, then twice, quickly. It stings and weak breathes get caught in your throat. Thankfully, he doesn't focus on those. “Six. Seven,” he calls them. “Five more ‘cause you’re a whore who can't keep her mouth shut like I asked her to.”

You’re able to resist making any more after that, biting down so hard on your lip you’re surprised it's still intact. Not that you think you or Heeseung would mind.

“Twelve.” Heeseung rubs circles on the reddened skin, your body twitching sensitively underneath his touch. After setting aside the flogger, he crawls back up your body to lean and whisper against your ear. His thumb wipes across your cheek and you only realize then that you started crying. “Pretty.”

A shiver runs down your spine as Heeseung’s warm hands make their way to your thighs, spreading them apart for full access. You flush at the feeling of your hole desperately clenching on nothing.

Heeseung laughs. “Does my whore miss my cock?” he teases. “Show me how much you want my cock stuffing you full, bunny.”

“Please, sir!” You put on the niceties in hopes of helping your case. “I need it so bad, sir.”

It doesn't do much.

Instead of hearing the sweet sound of him unzipping his pants, Heeseung shuffles with your panties and pulls them off. Then, he reaches to your other side and grabs the dildo you discarded earlier.

He circles the you around your sopping hole to lather it up, before pushing it in without warning. Without time to adjust, either, Heeseung starts pulling it in and out of your pussy in a rhythmic pattern.

You can barely let out breaths at his speed, forced to moan with every thrust of the toy. It touches everywhere it did before, but infinitely better now that Heeseung’s controlling it. You want to stay like this forever and be right over the edge of coming undone under his touch.

The warmth you’re so familiar with and aching for burns from inside you and Heeseung can clearly sense it. He smirks behind you, placing his hand on the small of your back.

“You wanna cum?”

“Yes, sir,” you whimper between breaths.

He’s not satisfied. “What was that?”

“Yes, sir!” you say louder, breaking out into a moan as he pushes the dildo deeper, hitting your g-spot head on. “Please sir, please sir!”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he replies. You prepare to ride your high, but all of the pleasure is ripped away from you when Heeseung pulls the toy completely out of you, placing it tauntingly on the nightstand by your left.

You start to whine, but he cuts you off.

“Don’t be a brat, I’m giving you what you want.” He tuts as he starts to undo your handcuffs. A wave of relief washes over you as you can finally relax your wrists. “You’ve been a very bad girl, Y/N, you’re lucky I’m not locking you up all night.”

In a moment, he flips you over and straddles your hips to redo the handcuffs once more. You’ve grown accustomed to the burn of the silver against your arms that you can't do more than let out a shallow breath as he pulls it through the headboard and safely attaches your arms. Slowly, wearing an intense gaze, Heeseung stands up and admires his work.

Finally, you get a proper look at him.

There’s nothing particular about his uniform, but he makes it look so good you want to rip it right off of him. His belt tightens around his waist just right, holding all kinds of tools and weapons he might need on the job. You bite your lip at the buttons undone at the base of his collar, exposing just enough skin to not leave much to the imagination. His badge shines against the light reflecting from the mirror, catching your eye in the light of it.

Heeseung smirks. “How do you want it, bunny?”

You forget to answer. The way his muscles stretch the fabric around his biceps has you breathing deeply, wishing you could bite down on them, or even have them around your neck.

“Bunny,” Heeseung says more firmly. “I asked you a question.”

Now, you’re playing into the way his deeper, stricter voice makes you feel. The power he holds over you makes your insides twist. You squirm under his hardened gaze.

“I’m sor—” Your eyes slip down his body subconsciously. His bulge is obvious through his tight pants.

“Oh?” Heeseung raises a brow teasingly and bends to meet your lowered eyes. When your gazes meet again, his lips curl upward. “You don’t want the toy anymore? You seemed pretty desperate, using it like the whore you are before I gifted it. Do you think you deserve my cock? Is that what you want, slut?”

You nod, dazed. “Yes…” He eyes you. “Sir."

He doesn't reach down to unzip his pants like you want. He makes his way across the room to the closet and pulls out another box you haven't seen before. Raising a brow, he shakes it for your focus.

“Another gift?” you test.

He hums cryptically, playing around with the tap and pulling out an unfamiliar device. “Comes pre-charged,” he says contently. He presses a button and the toy starts to buzz in his hand.

A vibrator. Oh no.

He puts it on the lowest setting before nudging it between your legs. “Spread your legs a little before I have to force them apart.”

Your legs slowly move away, but not fast enough for him. Heeseung harshly grabs onto your thigh and spreads them open. You’re embarrassed at the sight of your desperate cunt, most likely red in desire.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, leaning in to give it a gentle kiss before placing the torture device—vibrator—right onto your clit.

Thankfully, he gets up to unzip his pants next. He pulls them down just enough to let his hardened cock spring free. It’s leaking at the tip, a glistening glazed white that you want to wrap your mouth around and lap up with your tongue. You let out a breath, trying to hold yourself together and rip away from the headboard you're handcuffed to.

Heeseung strokes it twice or thrice, but doesn't waste time in crawling toward you and aligning it with your mouth. He taunts you, holding it just out of reach for you to wrap your lips around it, but close enough to paint your mouth with his pre-cum. You lap your tongue over his leak desperately.

He laughs above you before shoving it in without warning. “Fuck,” he groans, going for a harsh thrust. “So tight. You take me so well.”

Impatience laces his thrusts, sporadically hitting the back of your throat. You try to steady yourself, head spinning from the vibrations on your cunt, twisting your wrists to grip onto the headboard, your fingers brushing against Heeseung’s which use the bed frame for the same reason.

He huffs from above. “Were you made for this? Is that why you take me so good? Whore, fuck, so good.”

Rolling back your eyes, you mewl at his words, choking back on his cock, but Heeseung doesn't mind. His hand comes down from the headboard to grip the back of your head, forcing it forward to take you deeper.

“Shit, I’m not gonna last—” He groans and curses under his breath, speeding up his movements with no remorse. “You wanna taste my cum? Feel it down your throat? Is that what a slut like you wants?”

Inside. Inside. Come inside me! Your mind screams. You moan against his cock and furrow your brows at the feeling of it hitting your throat.

The vibrations send Heeseung over the edge, making him double over the headboard and let out a melodic groan as his seed spills out of your mouth. Your head follows his movements as he slips his dick out of your mouth, only stopping at the resistance from your hands still tied to the bed frame. You settle with focusing on his movements.

With one hand, Heeseung strokes his cock over your torso, milking himself dry, producing the most beautiful sounds. Your eyes flutter shut for a moment, but you force yourself to keep them open.

His other hand snakes down to the vibrator still comfortably nestled on your clit at an easy-to-take setting. He pumps it up two or three, you’re not sure, but it's enough to have your legs shaking and send you over the edge in seconds.

You moan out his name, your pussy soaking itself in your juices.

“Good girl,” Heeseung says, leaning in to give you a soft kiss on your forehead and reach up to undo the handcuffs. He places them safely on the side table and your wrists are finally able to breathe.

Still catching your actual breath, through dazed eyes, you take another look at Heeseung as he pulls up and redoes his pants. He lays down next to you, comfortably landing in your hold.

“You don't wear all of that when you’re just taking calls, do you?”

He looks away bashfully, as if a completely different person from the one pounding into you a few minutes ago. “No…” he says. “I thought you might like it—”

You cut him off with a kiss.

When you separate, you giggle, “I really like it.” Your hand glides down to his belt and hooks onto the buckle. “I really like it.”

He wiggles away from your hold. “Don’t start again, you won't be able to walk.”

“Maybe that's what I want.” Then, for extra measure, you add, “Sir.”

All he does is roll his eyes and playfully scoff at you as he gets up again. “Consider yourself lucky,” he says, retreating to the bathroom for a wet cloth to clean you up.

Or, to get the other toys you have stored in there.

You can only hope for the best.

 JJONGSLUTZ 2023

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normoully · 9 months

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no plz tell me all your thoughts about the gregory hate so I can reblog it💀

OHHH boy this is gonna be a long one buckle up

Ever since Gregory was first announced I believe most of the fandom have interpreted him as this frail child who was always on the verge of tears and needed G.Freddy’s protection (think C.C 2.0), but once the game came out most ppl were shocked to see this kid actually has a lot of bite to him and kicked ass (ppl’s first reactions to him destroying the animatronics still make me laugh).

This was MY first introduction to him, so I wasn’t completely taken aback but still pleasantly surprised. Most if not all his actions made sense or at least made sense for a 10yr boy to think/act. Giant robots coming after me with the intention to kill (and insulting me for no damn reason)? Yeah I’d probably add an extra kick in there for good measure. Then came the first repair scene, when Vanessa revealed the high possibility of Gregory being an homeless orphan everything just clicked into place for me.

OF COURSE that’s why Gregory was so aggressive, he had to learn how to fight on his own to survive he’d probably had to face even worse than this! He wasn’t going to let that all go to waste bc some weird murderous rabbit lady wanted to drag him into her plans. It explains why he brushed off G.Freddy’s worries about him bc he’s used to have to just keep moving and bare thru pain, especially in an environment where that’s really the ONLY thing you can do. It’s why he’s so blunt and can come off as rude bc he was most likely never taught how to behave “correctly” bc really who has the time?

He was just using all the knowledge he learned on how to survive from a cruel and harsh environment for another. But this time he has an ally for once, an adult (father) figure who actually cares about his wellbeing, it’s no wonder why he became so attached (but struggles to show it bc he’s not used to it). And through all that easily irritable aggression, there are moments to remind us he’s still a kid.

A useless fridge magnet? Yeah that is pretty lame man.

Now imagine my shock when I see others hating on him and calling him a villain. “How could he KILL the poor animatronics? He was so mean, he’s the true monster!” Wh- DID WE WATCH THE SAME GAME? You mean the same animatronics that says he doesn’t have anyone to care about him? Yeah real sweethearts they are. Gregory isn’t a damn monster, he’s a survivor! He’s doing what he only knows best, IT’S TO SURVIVE!

“How could he be so mean to G.Freddy??? Those are his friends! He made Freddy feel bad!” Trust me when I say that Gregory cares about G.Freddy ALOT, did you see his reactions whenever G.Freddy got hurt??? That’s his father thank you very much!

“How could he have killed Vanny in that one ending?! He’s the real villain!” …Do I even need to explain this one?

And ohhhhhh don’t get me started on the awful “bratty gremlin devil” Gregory HCs. Now this isn’t to say that Gregory can’t be a gremlin or whatever. He can be, he is a bit cheeky, but then some started to intensify it and made it his entire personality. No, Gregory wasn’t just itching to rip Roxy’s eyes out or do the next batshit insane thing, he noticed the other upgrades and put two and two together (It gets more weird and slightly disrespectful when they add in the homeless thing as if that automatically makes someone act “feral”….tiktok.)

And then we have the complete opposite where some portray him as what I mentioned in the first paragraph. The poor helpless child who cant handle anything by himself…even though that’s complete bullshit (he’s also usually portrayed to be obnoxiously sweet for some reason). I don’t think many ppl realize how often were not in G.Freddy during SB, and Gregory is described to be quick on his feet and wits (plus his tools) and he doing damn well by himself! [Obviously this isnt to say that he didnt need G.Freddy’s help and protection, ofc he did, he just didnt need to RELY on it like some ppl make it seem he did].

(I know we went a bit off-topic for the last two paragraphs, trust me it connects)

All of this comes down to simply that some just can’t accept the fact that Gregory isn’t their perfect victim. He doesn’t crumble to the floor and beg for G.Freddy to help him up like they want him too. He’s not shy and sheepishly asking for help like they think he’s supposed to. And when they realize that part they try to push him into the other far end where he’s crazy, cold, and cruel. But he’s not. He cares, and he cares deeply. He’s still a little boy, he cried and tried to cover his face when he saw Vanny die. He should be leaping in victory, he killed his killer after all right? But he didn’t, bc despite everything she was still a human being, and he was so scared.

He has complex trauma (duh), he’s not this way or that way, and I get it. It’s hard to write or draw that kind of trauma for Gregory, especially when SB didn’t really give us much. But the way ppl act as if that’s what he actually is is soooooo frustrating. In my opinion the fact that his trauma is so complex and the fact he’s not your typical written victim is what makes him so interesting! And I feel like a lot ppl were slowly getting around to it…

Until GGY and Ruin happened and the hate came back so much worse, Welcome to the real Freddy Hell.

#THIS DOESNT EVEN COVER GGY AND RUIN #but i feel like covering what happened when SB came out gives the gist #bc lets be real #the hate that came from those two other parts #all tie back to SB #and go over the same points i made #if you really want me to make a post like this for GGY and Ruin.. i can certainly try #AND BEFORE ANYONE SAYS THAT THE HATE WAS ONLY BAD BC I MENTIONED TIKTOK #it wasnt just them it was also TUMBLR and TWITTER #so we have variety here #I made a posts similar to this before #i’ll take screenshots and add them to the post if find them again #anyways yea #you could say im a gregory fan…#fnaf sb #fnaf ruin #fnaf gregory

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hazbinstohell · 2 months

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Now obviously I can't speak for everybody but I do feel as though I can speak for most charlastor fans when I say, we didn't see the shippy moments coming. I expected them to interact clearly but I didn't expect to see so much shippy material. Especially for a ship that will never be canon. It's like even the writers could see the potential for charlastor. Also as somebody who has been shipping since '04 and is currently in my early 30s let me say it's always been lame to me to see ppl expend energy on ships they claim to hate. Not liking charlastor has not stopped the countless fanart from being drawn and the many fics from being reviewed and receiving tons of feed back. Obviously a lot of folks like it and they're mad about it. If we get even more shipping material for season 2 they'll be foaming at the mouth. Ship bashing has always been lame but to still be doing it in 2024 has got to be one of the biggest L's taken known to man.

I absolutely agree.

I mean, if you want to go all the way back in "Shipping" history, to one of the first paired ships that ever was (and, to be honest, my very first ship of any series) people have been bashing every which way just because we are on the internet and we could.

I also got into the Charlastor ship with the pilot and I never thought we'd be getting Alastor laying on Charlie's bed like he belonged there or touching her, making fun of her Dad by calling himself that, calling her a good girl and patting her head, saying she is full of potential that he could guide - and that is just the innuendos. He seems to do everything just for Charlie at the hotel.

Haters going to hate, they always do. I think Vaggie is a great character, but, she is not going to have character development with Charlie.

#charlastor #it's never going to be perfect #but i have been having a blast #and I appreciate all the fans i've met through here

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yumjunniie · 2 years

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crush | lee jeno

☆ warnings; bullying (light), making out, boob play, hand job, loss of virginity ( m & f), fingering, masturbation (m). reader is on birth control (still wrap it b4 u tap it ppl) ☆ genre; fluff & smut.

☆ word count; 1k

☆ summary; you noticed lee jeno always getting bullied on how he rather study than party. people called him a nerd or told him he gets no bitches, even your friends decided to poke fun at him, but you didn’t think it was fair. one morning as he was getting picked on, you helped him but it led to him being your “bf”. yes, you found him attractive, intelligent, and cute. maybe a tiny crush on him. so you talked to him, got to know him, and fell deeper.

waking up was the same as everyday, cool weather, dim sun lighting, birds chirping, smell of freshly made coffee and breakfast. you loved mornings like this. you got up to get ready for school and went downstairs for breakfast. “hey mom” you greeted. “hi my love, don’t forget to take jisung to dance practice after school today” your mother reminded you. “yes ma’am” you giggled. “PARK JISUNG HURRY YOUR ASS!” you yelled. “hey watch your mouth” your mom warned. “I’M COMING LOSER.” you rolled your eyes as you poured your coffee.

“alright i got my things let’s go” jisung hurriedly rushed out the door. “bye mom” you said as you kissed her goodbye. “bye kids, love you!” “love you too” you and jisung yelled in unison. you pulled up into the school parking lot and parked your car. locking it you hear trouble already. you look over to see what’s happening and it’s not good. “hey isn’t that your friend lee jeno” “yeah, i can’t believe this is happening again,” he exhaled. “get up loser, ready some lame book to tingle your dick” bully 1 laughed. “it’s just my chemistry h-homework, ” he stuttered. “stop being a nerd and get your dick wet for once” bully 2 said as he pushed him onto the ground. you walked up next to your friends. “i can’t believe this is happening at 8 am,” you sighed. “i know it’s fucking funny” your friend giggled. you furrowed your eyebrows. “not it’s not” you responded angrily. “what are you his girlfriend? why are you defending that loser?” she said. “someone has a crush.” your other friend said.

“so what if i did, you guys are nothing but assholes who have nothing else better to do but ruin someone’s life” you shout. “come on, get up, fight back,” he said as he pushed him once more. “how about you go fuck off” you got in his face as he backed away. you turned back around to go help jeno up and gave him his chemistry book back. “wow, would you look at that! lee jeno found himself a gf” bully 1 shouts. “s-she’s n-not” he stuttered. “yeah i am his gf and what about it?” you looked around and questioned. jisung couldn’t believe what he heard neither did jeno. honestly you couldn’t believe what you were saying. “come on jeno, let’s go to the lunch room.” you grabbed his sleeve and left. everyone is literally shocked.

“y-your not gonna like take me to your house and give me a super fuck boy makeup look to distract people for who i really am right?” jeno said. “no you’re cute just the way you are” you replied. ‘oh shit i just called him cute’ ‘she just called me cute’ you both stood quiet, ears burning red. “look i’d like to be your friend, my name is park y/n” you said as you reached your hand out. “j-jeno” he stuttered as he shook your hand.

the past couple of months with jeno has been really fun but the tension is seriously getting to you. the hugs he gives you when he’s greeting you, the quality fun who guys have when you guys study, playing video games, even when he sleeps over just to be with jisung, the air gets hot. you noticed little things about jeno that makes your throat dry and your skin burn up. when he focuses on his homework, he’ll lick the corner of his lip or when he’s winning a game his hands are fast and veiny on the controller, or the way he man spreads when he eats popcorn while watching a movie. you couldn’t believe yourself for getting turned on over normal things. you thought about it every night.

your mom was going out on a date tonight so she invited jeno to hang out with us. the doorbell finally rang, you ran to the door. “h-hey jeno” you stuttered. ‘dude did u just stutter’ “hey y/n” he came in closer to you to give you a hug. he pulled away as he saw sungie coming down the stairs. he looked so hot. in that black tee, and grey sweats. and those glasses. you literally felt your pussy throb. “hey y/n can you bring us some snacks in the kitchen” sungie yelled. “y-yeah coming” you quickly went into the kitchen to get the snacks and drinks. “here you go jeno” you leaned down to give him his coke. he gulped as he got a closer look into your shirt, showing your cleavage. it was getting later into the night, jisung felt tired so he and jeno went into his room as you went to yours. “goodnight” you heard jeno through the wall. “night” you replied, it fell quiet it after that.

you woke up to go use the bathroom, you checked the clock. “2 am” you groaned. you slowly walked into the bathroom and opened the door. “oh my god” you shouted quietly. jeno quickly put his sweats back on. “i-i’m so sorry jeno” you apologized. “i-it’s ok.” you ran back into your room. ‘that was kinda hot’ you thought. a few minutes go by, you couldn’t sleep. “i-i’m sorry you saw that” you heard jeno apologize through the wall. “i-it’s ok, i liked what i saw” you confessed. “r-really” he stuttered. you couldn’t help yourself but to feel so horny. rubbing your clit through your shorts just wasn’t enough. “yes, w-would you like to come into my room?” you were waiting for a response but the answer was already opening your door. you turned your lamp on and sat up. patting your bed to let jeno know he can sit.

“you said you liked what you saw, do you wanna know why i was in the bathroom touching myself” jeno spoke up. “why?” “you looked so hot in your pjs and your tits look amazing in that shirt” he confessed. you took your hand and put it onto jenos neck pulling him closer to your face, looking into his eyes, and slowly kissing his soft lips. falling onto your bed, having him on top of you, brining your hand up and down his abdomen. pulling his hair slightly as he moves his lips to your neck, lightly sucking. soft whimpers escaping your lips, he stops as you lift your upper body forward to take your shirt off. “are you sure you wanna do this?” jeno asked. “yes, do you wanna do this?” you asked back. “more than anything” he smiled back at you, kissing your lips once more.

you take your bra off as he stares in awe. “don’t stare.” “s-sorry, you’re just so beautiful” he gulped. you smiled taking his neck again and pulling him into a kiss, you take your hand into his and lead his hand to your right breast. massaging his hand and playing with your sensitive nipple, causing you to moan a little too loud. he puts his hand over your mouth. “jisung is in the next room.” he shushes you as you nodded. you start kissing him some more, taking his shirt off, tugging his sweats to let him know that he can take it off. pulling away he takes off his grey sweats and throws them somewhere in the room. you take off your shorts and kick them somewhere else. jenos mouth latches to your nipples, sucking onto the sensitive bud, making you gasp for air. he takes his hand into your panties, slowly putting in one finger, and fucking you gently until you’re ready for another. jeno loves hearing the sweet sounds you make for him. his cock is so rock hard from how good you look under him, taking his fingers so well. “i’m gonna cum” “let go pretty girl.”

the nickname making you shake slightly on his fingers. you take a moment to breathe before you take both of your hands onto jenos boxers. releasing the biggest girth dick you’ve ever seen, you couldn’t believe your eyes. “h-hey don’t stare” he stuttered. “sorry but you’re huge” you physically gasped. he blushed harder as you took some of his precum into your hand to give him a long stroke down his dick and back up. ‘wow reading all that smut really paid off’ you thought. his groans and slight moans were so hot, you thought you were gonna cum again. “fuck” he heavily breathed out. “i-if you keep going i’m gonna cum” he warned. you ignored him because you were simply fascinated with how easily you’re affecting him. he took his hands to shoulder, laying you down. “i wanna be inside you before i cum” he growled out. you nodded “please” you begged simply. he kissed you lips once more as you took his cock into your hands and rubbed the tip of his cock onto your pussy before slowly entering.

he slowly puts more in. “are you ok?” you nodded “you can move now” he slowly fucks into you just to be sure. once he hears your moans getting louder he knows it feels good for you too. he kisses you again, looking into your eyes as he thrusts harder. “feels so good” “yeah do you love it” “yes i love it, i-i love you” you moan out. “i love you too” he whimpered. “ s-so close” “cum for me pretty girl.” you came undone as he pulled out of you and came on your stomach. “will you be my girlfriend” jeno asks quickly. “yes ofc i would” you answered pulling him into another kiss. “YOU GUYS R FUCKING GROSS” jisung yelled from the other room. “SORRY” you guys yelled back before cracking up.

a/n: and you n jeno lived happily ever after while jisung was traumatized 4 life :)) LMFAOOOO i hoped you guys enjoyed. i’m clearly still on my jeno things <3 this is lowkey wack 😭- em🪬

©yumjunniie | do not copy or plagiarize my work

#lee jeno smut #jeno hard hours #nct dream smut #jeno lee

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Ohh the idea of them pooling their skills together to create better disguises together is brilliant! the mimicking voices was probably Chikage (I imagine you'd have to have been training your voice constantly for a looooooong time to get the huge vocal range needed for that...I wonder how she became a thief actually, iirc she targeted corrupt corporations) but I bet it was Toichi who could do all kinds of interesting things with it - throwing his voice so it seems he's speaking from somewhere he isn't, making it seem as though it's far away or right behind you or simply making it carry (to his audience!), and yeah the acting through body language and reading ppl bc he needs to act like it was all part of the plan if a trick goes wrong and needed to improvise, and be able to read his audience to control where their attention goes and pull off misdirection. Also he probably does have very good spatial awareness, I cannot beLIEVE he went through LASER NET with a CAPE AND TOP HAT, he's RIDICULOUS

"as long as you're feeling agile enough" Chikage is, in fact, the one who was good at acrobatics while Toichi did a lame little side shuffle, she probably knew parkour too. Also ik it's not realistic but I was suddenly assaulted w the image of Chikage teaching Kaito and Toichi parkour and acrobatics together at the same time and Kaito being better at it than Toichi jhdgjsgf. bby Kaito probably used his parents as a jungle gym tbh, imagine talking to THE Kuroba Toichi, best magician in Japan (best magician in the WORLD Kaito corrects vehemently), all the while a 6 yo is doing a handstand on his shoulders or smth

Also I'm not surprised in the least that talking his way out was his plan, his advice to Kaito was "turn your critics into your fans" and THESE critics were out to ARREST THEM yet it STILL WORKED. absolute madlads

YESSSS perfect!! the ultimate combination of skills!!! I wonder how she became a thief too. like. was she raised in it? was it circumstances? revenge turned vigilantism? IDK!!! clearly she was tired of it by the end, but she also clearly was having fun. pls I need the prequel so bad

I think about the hat a lot actually. it’s so tall. between the hat & cape and the bandages OVER THE EYES you have to admire the kurobas’ commitment to the aesthetic

LAME LITTLE SIDE SHUFFLE SHFHDHD poor man. but you’re absolutely right. LISTEN I’m absolutely certain that chikage taught kaito parkour by pretending it was gymnastics practice or obstacle courses or something similar, so it’s not a huge stretch At All to include toichi in those lessons. that stuff is so hard to learn as an adult, too… cue 6yo kaito doing full trapeze acrobat moves with chikage while toichi does his absolute BEST to learn a back handspring before his next heist

toichi turned “fake it til you make it” into a successful international phantom thief career, it’s a magician’s Greatest ability. now kaito can do it too but Also with the help of Actual Crime Skills (everyone say thank you chikage)

ventriloquism TOTALLY has practical use in magic. okok I’ve actually thought abt this before—for toichi to be the best magician ever, his shows would need to be WILD. bc irl magicians can do some insane things. I think he totally just did the most bamboozling acts where he’d make himself disappear and then have his voice appear from 5 directions at once, or use ventriloquism + magic to convince people that inanimate objects were alive and talking, stuff like that. worldwide magic sensation kuroba toichi disguises himself as you in real time and then he calls your mom using your voice while escaping from a straightjacket. etc.

WHICH OF COURSE leads DIRECTLY to kaito using this nonsense to become the most chaotic little nightmare child EVER (beloved). he is a terror to his classmates and his parents are actively part of the problem. aoko comes into the house like “kaito where are you” and she hears “I’m coming!” from upstairs and then he appears directly behind her. she screams and goes to tell on him to toichi but toichi does the same thing to her. chikage apologizes for both of them using their own voices. this is just what it’s like in the kuroba household. when kaito gets in trouble at school they’re 100% the kind of parents to be more disappointed that he got caught, not about the fact that he was building a confetti cannon at his desk

#making a tag for this now #it’s all too good #kuroba family sitcom #dcmk #magic kaito #mk #schrasks

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hey y'all so i wasn't initially planning on talking about what rashad posted earlier today bc it's literally all bullshit, but i might as well! i’m not actually tripping over anything that’s going on. if anything, i’ve been laughing my ass off all day at this foolishness.

this is gna be long as hell, so don't even grab popcorn, i suggest a five course meal.

for some background, rashad became mutuals w this girl. right off bat, he’s making hella race jokes ab this girl being white. i b doing the same, but with my FRIENDS. people i am CLOSE WITH. and i don’t over do it because that’s lame and annoying. anyway, she eventually stated that she was uncomfortable and rashad blamed his behavior on the fact that he was on pain meds. she eventually blocked him and told one of her mutuals, and to rashad, that’s her “spreading rumors” about him. he did the most on his page and in ppls inboxes crying and complaining, saying he was gna eat glass and shit.

so now let’s look at his fuckass post:

number one, how can a rumor be started about you if nobody.. knows you? like, you are not a celebrity. nobody talks about you. and nobody was talking about you “being on drugs” other than the girl you made uncomfortable and her two mutuals. i know you send yourself anons too. you make it seems like anyone actually cares about your “hot takes” for some strange reason. don’t even try to deny it, bc there’s no way you’re getting more anon msgs than my friends with larger platforms than yours.

you’re also messier than a mf, sending your own mutuals anon msgs. me and lia know you were the one sending her anon msgs bc she blocked you, and you know it too! talking ab how her username is “corny” then reblogging the posts of her clocking your ass??? acting like it wasn’t YOU.

you tried to turn two writers who were already arguing against each other even more. we sat there and defended your ass even though you were the anon the entireeee time. you made a post saying “war has begun” to try and get us to attack bree’s friend. your weird ass stayed in that girl’s inbox after i told you to block her instead of doing the most. you’re lame and you’re bored.

it doesn't matter if you tagged her or not, you still said it. sliding into sb's inbox and telling 'em you're going to eat glass bc you made someone else uncomfortable is ABSURD. it doesn't matter if it isn't my drama, if i see bs ima say something, and there isn't a thing in the world you can do about it. your "rants" are a form of guilt tripping/manipulation. you're trying to victimize yourself and make us feel bad for you. well, we do not! i checked you once on discord. you said thank you. you said you were going to make an apology, but in that same “apology”, tried to justify your actions. i clocked that and unmutualed you. you then went to lia talking ab some "tell ash i said thanks for checking me" nd now you switched up. your thanks was revoked. all of a sudden, you're the victim again. all of a sudden, i’m ableist?? okayyyy niggaaaaaa 👎 boooo

you say you're "blocking me for your safety" when i wasn't even planning on talking ab your lame ass again. i won't baby you about your behavior because you're not a goddamn baby! and yes, you CANNOT be the victim every time. you bitch and whine on your page when you get into it with somebody, and unless we're defending you, you don't want us getting involved! it doesn't work like that. nobody else was calling you out, so me n my girls did.

idk why my name stays steady coming out of your mouth. my "daily activities" that i "broadcast" are what i ate for lunch/dinner and complaining about school. you run your mouth about all sorts of mess. you put every aspect of your life on your blog. we are not the same, so don't even try to make it seem that way. the people on my blog that i don't talk to outside of tumblr don't know everything about me. you cry in people's inboxes unwarranted and say explicit shit with tw's in your TAGS. i'll say what we're all thinking, NOBODY IS TRYNA SEE ALL THAT!!! coming from someone who struggles with mental health, venting on tumblr will not do anything for you. these people are not licensed professionals. invest in a diary, don't you have a boyfriend to vent to?

you are quite literally the only one looking for drama. we never defended that girl bc we don't know her.. we know you though. and you were venting about catty, but i never said ALWAYS, so don't lie in my face like i'm stupid bc i'm not. ion know what you thought you were doing with the last part, but god bless.

i am a good person my nigga, i don't need confirmation! i know who i am. if you're debating suicide because you're confused about something, you just need to get off the mf internet bro. it’s never that serious. you're not gna sit here and tell me you were debating suicide bc me n my girls put you in your place. you made your own mental worse by refusing to take accountability.

he also made an edit saying he has nowhere else to go… if you have nowhere else to go, then i'd be happy to buy you a damn journal so you can write in there and leave the rest of us the hell alone. and there isn't shit to be sorry about bc you're not putting jack shit on me, all of it is on you. you wna be everything but wrong. 🚶‍♀️should’ve just kept it cute and kept it quiet.

allat being said, good riddance, r*shad. leave me and everybody else alone! and if you fw him, then there’s the door 👉🚪 good riddance to you too.

#ash spills 🌺#rashadisoverparty #LMFAOOO #you were dealt w #don't try it again lil nigga

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yeah i know damn well he really did love her as if you’re not mentioned it 173838 times in the ff for the entire books so why you get offended everytime someone calling you out that kiko is indeed your fave character and this is literally kiko and jk ff instead of jkxreader. stop being hypocrite maybe

you always make excuses for kiko actions or how jk being ass towards yn in behalf of kiko

yet you always make yn character being miserable and pitiful. she have no self respect no matter how you try to convince your dumb followers that she’s not. not only she let jk use her for distraction and she actually being so pitiful that she often being insecure abt their friendship all the times. she even scared that jk will neglect her again, she let jk treat her like a shit and get away with it every damn time. why her pathetic ass always being the one waiting, following and apologize to jk first ? but jk would never ever do the same for her

even till the last chapter, yn still the one being pitiful miserable and embarrassing herself again asking jk for sex after calling it break just a week ago when jk don’t even give a fuck abt the break things lmaooo she always make fool of herself

i often seeing yn characters being dumb,weak and miserable in other ff but at least the yn character and jk character bond is strong that even tho things went downhill, ppl know their feeling is mutual meanwhile in your ff, after 57 chap, reader still the one being more whipped towards jk and jk character still being attached to his beloved ex and barely showing the same feeling like oc do

before you answer with lame “nobody ask you to read, you can read other ff” again

yeah i get it, but still some lil criticism after reading 57 chapter of your story is allowed right ? 🤷‍♀️

I'm sorry I haven't read this till the end but it's so funny to me how someone can get a mad over the way I write my story 😂 y'all are literally grasping at straws at this point.

#ask: anon

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freakurodani · 11 months

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top 5 haikyuu moments !! (can be particular scenes or episodes or arcs) :D

OKAY!!! so i had to gather visuals for this one bc i have many feelings about this!! I went for scenes that no matter how many times i watch, they never lose their magic for me, no matter that i know theyre coming, it still takes my breath away and makes me roll around with delight, these most of these i feel like are probably pretty obvious ones, they were meant to be impactful but ough, if they dont tear me up in the best way

SO IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER

I mean, what can i say??? what IS there to say?? theyve been teammates for a few weeks at this point, but hinata has given all his trust to kageyama and in turn, kageyama promised to use it to its full potential. its also a promise for their rivalry!! like, okay okay okay think about it, with the context we have with Kazuyo, kageyama has *already* decided that hinata is going to be his someone better! he sees it innately and he wants to draw it out of him, and he's, hes trying to be *hinatas* someone better too!! do u understand *shakes you* do u see what i mean!!! i mean, im sure u do, im definitely not the first person to go insane about this and ppl have probably also said it in a way thats smarter than me but just, ough

its,,,, its,,, the acceptance of it all,,, i just think about how *alone* kageyama must have felt after his grandfather passed, we see and know that hes not good at connecting with people. hes bad at communicating and hes sensitive and he's scared of getting complacent. like, the all youth camp arc and atsumu calling him a goody-two-shoes is kageyama struggling with how he is changing, how hes trying to incorporate the influences he's gotten from his betters, and he cherishes it, but he's also felt like the advice he'd been given didn't also mesh with certain parts of himself. or, thats how i read into it, anyway. he tries so *hard* to be what ppl need him to be, and he's *so scared* of being rejected again. and this is hinata (and the rest of karasuno) telling him "HEY! we like you! we think you're smart and you dont have to shoulder connection all on your own! let us help you connect with us in a way where you feel comfy too :)" and then they talk about how they want communication! and it works!! and i just *rips into a pillow with my teeth*

HINATA'S PERFECT RECEIVE!!!!! so the inarizaki match is probably my favorite?? there are so many good moments but *this?* you wanna see me go insane? do you want smth thatll make me tear up? every time!! its just!!! a beautiful culmination of all of hinatas hard work that he's put into during the year! its his change of mindset! its his growth!! he's fallen a level deeper in love with volleyball and ive fallen a level deeper in love with his character

halo around the moon <3 Tsukki's block, his hard work, his character arc and development and everything is just *chefs kiss*. i remember the first time i watched the show, i,, *hated* tsukishima, and i think we definitely arent supposed to like him at first, but GOD does that turn around!! and this moment just feels so *earned* and *epic* and in the end HE STILL ISNT SATISFIED!!!!! he STILL wanted more!!! this point was worth 100 god fucking damn!!

im talking about the inarizaki match again!! but this time with a focus on Tanaka, who kind of struggled with this match! he was in a low place during it, felt stagnated and lame. Tanaka, as a character, i would say is best characterized by his mental fortitude and stability, funny enough. He's wild, but i think part of his visual design lends that as his base (since he's often compared to buddhas/monks). But in this match, we get more depth, we see him falter and struggle! it takes more than just a slap to his cheeks to get better (tho tsukishima does point out that he gets out of his depression pretty fast) but like, tanaka uses meaningful cognition to break his rut, and its also just like, advice that I've seen used for stuff like any kind of creative block as well. The visual during the animation, he's climbing up the stairs, he's slowing down, he's coming face to face with a canyon, a plateau. He sees two options, give in, or push forward and he picks "the cooler" one, and struggles forward, forces himself ahead! and kageyama backs him up too, by not letting him back down, assuring him that his usefulness hasnt reached its end and AUGH I LOVE A TEAM YALL

okay thank u so much for the excuse to ramble about haikyuu moments that mean everything to me <33333

#conspiracy lvl: ask #hq!!#kageyama tobio #hinata shoyo #tanaka ryuunosuke #tsukishima kei #long post #haikyuu!!#haikyuu meta

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radio-charlie · 3 months

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Hilarious new male brain/female brain discourse on malaysian twitter:

married woman talks about how one time her husband took her out to her favorite place to eat, she's really thrilled. however, he doesn't want to order anything for himself. she bursts into tears. appeals to woman twitter for sympathy (which is fine lol, not judging that)

says most women will get it, most men probably won't

people do not argue in the replies, because there are a bunch of women saying they do indeed understand, and some guys going "whaet???"/"sorry, can someone please explain"/"lol"

some replies explaining that it's because "women" "like people to share in their experiences of joy" and that op might have felt sad because she thought her husband had just dragged his feet along and didn't really want to be there

Idek man.

I dunno OP's personality or life even though seeing this sort of stupid shit paired with a bio that says 'digital nomad' gives me a bad impression already. So this is not about her specifically. But growing up being lumped in with the stereotype of females as selfish, whiny, idiotic, hysterical babies who are shittier at everything than men, whose feelings need to be anticipated and attended to with kid gloves, all of which amounts to them using men and then going with some hottie who treats them like garbage regardless - it has given me a blood feud. With every single woman who sees this shit and says "oh yes yes, that is just how women are. haha. women and our so-called rationality. heehee". Even if you mean well, you really make "women" as a whole look like shit. You lend ammo to the increasingly powerful arguments of misogynists who make my life, and the lives of other vagina ppl who do try to keep it together and act like functional adults, painful. You don't even know. How many men out there think women cannot do shit, do not go through shit, and therefore do not deserve to hope for shit.

I cannot relate to you. But even when i was still a woman i couldn't relate to this either. This is so lame. If you want men to all look like oppa and cradle you to and from your WFH deskstation then ok la. Let it be a you thing. Not an us thing. Thanks

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WAUGH THT PREMISE IS SO COOL!! MY SIBLING IS SO COOL!!!!! PLEASE EXPLAIN THE FALLEN ESSENCE THING. AND ALSO HER NOT AGING?? (AND LAME GUY 1S CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND THING?? WHAT'RE RHEY LIKE???) ALSO DO THESE PPL HAVE NAMES PLS SHARE

WARGH I JUST GOT BACK FROM A WALK THIS IS AN AMAZING COOLDOWN THANKYOU

cut again incase it gets long(it will)!

So, I've always been obsessed with the concept of whether we have souls (cuz while we prolly are just. blood bags that is depressing), so an essence in this sense is sort of someones soul. There are multiple different pieces of it that make up who they are. The only people who can touch\reach someones essence is someone in childhood friend guys bloodline, because they were made to mend and watch over the essence of those who have died, and therefore are expected to judge where someone goes (<-whole thing). Essence is super fragile so it's his job to repair any cracks and make sure none shatter (<-because bad things happen 👍, also a whole other thing).

The reason she's still aging in the time loop is a really long rant that I will try my hardest to simplify! Basically, younger peoples essence is still under development, which is part of the reason time feels so different when you're younger- essence is what ties you to the current timeline. Group of people wanted to see if they could trick this and make someone eternally young. Things went wrong, though, and instead of making her 8 y\o forever, it knocked her off the path of time and stuck her in the loop instead. The place she holds people prison in is unaffected, because that is where it activated in the first place. She ages despite the time loop and her age never resets because her essence is no longer connecting her age to the current timeline. She's trying to create a new body and essence so she can transfer herself there in an attempt to break her out of the loop. Because her essence is broken though, she isn't aging and is stuck being mentally 8 years old this entire time. She can also manage to weasel her way into others essence (which is how she plans to escape), and uses this to mentally manipulate people without them knowing (she focusses on people who were kinda bad to begin with bc it is easier). She has them gather the pieces she needs for her without them knowing; the only one it failed on was Lame Guy 2, so she told him about the time loop (causing him to remember everytime it happened) so as to force him into helping her escape it.

ALSO IM SO OBSESSED WITH YOU CALLING HIM LAME GUY 1 AS WELL IM TEMPTED NOT TO GIVE THE NAMES LOLL

But Lame guy 1 is Rock (it is silly but ive grown attached) and Childhood Friend is Jix (actual reason for that ☝️)

#lore #ridge #I LOVE YOU FOR THESE BTW 🥺

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keiphoria · 1 year

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we’re gonna rattle this ghost town

featuring: hitoka yachi x (implied black) fem reader

explicit track: no

producer's notes: hi! this…is actually for a collab from like a year ago 🫣 but i got depressed, sewww…i don’t think there’s a big audience for yachi content outside of myself but i hope ppl enjoy this anyway! special thank u to my dear darling star for being my second set of eyes 🫶🏽

A strange chill ran down Hitoka Yachi’s spine as she sat in the courtyard under a familiar oak tree, the warm summer breeze whipping loose strands of blonde hair around her face. She didn’t bother to anxiously retie her ponytail for the third time in about six minutes; instead, she continued to wait for you.

This summer had been fun, much to her surprise. She’d expected staying on campus to be pretty boring, but it was a small price to pay for not having to pack up all her shit and lug it all the way home just to come back in a few months. Plus, she’d gotten a job helping out at a daycare on the beach nearby, so she had quite a bit of spending money saved up for the semester. She ended up really enjoying herself looking after the children, taking great joy in the little seashells and smooth rocks they would offer up to “Miss ‘Toka,” as they liked to call her.

…and she had met you.

Yachi sighs as she leans back against the tree’s trunk, her eyes slipping shut as she fondly recalls your summer together.

Things had begun harmlessly enough. Hitoka had been humming as she shuffled into the girls’ showers, a song from the latest Disney movie stuck in her head. She was just about ready to properly sing it to herself when she heard a voice from a stall.

“Hey,” she’d heard, “do you have an extra towel? I think I dropped mine in the hall. I can wash it and return it later, but…it’s pretty dire.”

To this day, Hitoka can’t remember seeing a towel in the hallway. Whether you’d just said it as a conversation starter, or if cleaning had just been passing through and gathered the item before she could even see it, she still wasn’t sure. (She was willing to bet it was the latter, though. You took long showers, much to her dismay when the two of you were trying to get ready for a night out. Who knows how long you had been in the stall before she had come in? The poor cleaning crew had probably picked up your towel an hour and a half prior to your meeting.) But she had given you her towel and hurried back to her room to grab a new one. When she came back, you were already gone.

She’d been a little miffed, honestly. It was just a Target bath towel, sure, but she liked those towels. They were really soft, and they were the pretty shade of blue her mother had always said made her skin glow healthily. She couldn’t believe she let some random girl steal her towel.

She finished her shower—still humming that damn Disney song, mind you—and returned to her room, but no sooner had she shut her door than a frantic knocking began against the thick wood.

She had opened the door to find you, a shy smile on your face as you presented her with a fluffy yellow towel.

“So,” you said sheepishly, shifting your weight from foot to foot, “I’m actually out of laundry detergent right now. I won’t be able to head into town to get some for a few more days. So for now, I figured I’d give you one of my towels.”

Yachi had squinted at you suspiciously.

“How’d you find my dorm?”

Your smile widened, and Yachi found herself surprised at the soft giggle you let out.

“Your name’s embroidered on your towels, and it’s on your whiteboard out here. It wasn’t too hard.”

She remembers how humiliated she’d felt—leave it to her overprotective mother to embarrass her by doing something like embroidering her name on a damn towel without her noticing. But as she muttered a weak apology for something so lame, she couldn’t help but notice the way you had smiled at her, shaking your head as you insisted it was really sweet.

A gentle smile sneaks its way onto Hitoka’s lips as she opens her eyes again, the memory of your meeting setting off the butterflies in the pit of her stomach that she’d grown all too familiar with since the beginning of the summer.

She felt a little ridiculous, honestly. It felt rather juvenile to have a silly crush like this, complete with all of the butterflies and stumbling over her words when you were around. It felt even more ridiculous when she considered your relationship…or lack thereof. In fact, Hitoka was convinced that she was making a grave mistake as she waited for you in the shade of the massive oak tree, ready to confess her feelings towards you—even if she was sure it would mean the end of your friendship.

It would destroy her, really, losing you. She’d grown fond of your presence, however she could enjoy it. But there were so many things that had happened between the two of you that she just wasn’t sure of. Like…a few weeks ago, you had gone together to a party at one of the frats on campus. God, that party.

The two of you had danced together all night, pressed skin to skin as you shouted the lyrics to every song at the top of your lungs. Cup after cup of cheap liquor passed between the two of you, and it hadn’t been long before you had smiled at Hitoka loopily and begun to sway a little too hard on the dance floor. She had called an Uber for the two of you and spent the entirety of the brief ride back to the dorm focusing on not kissing your forehead as you leaned on her shoulder. She’d carefully helped you into the building, fully prepared to settle you in your own room, when you’d pouted at her and asked to stay with her.

“What if I wake up all drunk ‘nd confused? If I’m alone, I’ll prob’ly just go lookin’ for you, anyway,” you’d mumbled, tightening your grip on her. And how could she say no to you?

So Hitoka had guided you into her room. She helped you take your makeup off, setting your lashes carefully atop the unused dresser, and she hadn’t argued with you when you insisted on crawling into bed with her. You had snuggled into her, your head tucked into her neck. She spent the night fighting the urge to tell you she loved you as your breath fanned over her collarbone. When she woke up the next morning, you were sitting on the other bed wearing a blue dress she thought she had lost—you must’ve found it in the back of her closet. As she shifted, you looked up from your phone, smiled at her, and asked her what she wanted for breakfast.

Hitoka swears that was the night she fell in love with you. You had looked so sweet, wearing one of the oversized T-shirts for her high school’s old volleyball club as you clung to her in your sleep. She couldn’t stop herself from imagining waking up to such a beautiful picture of you every morning. It was too good for her to consider passing up even the smallest opportunity to experience that reality.

Your laugh floats across the courtyard, catching the blonde’s attention immediately. She watches as you wave at a classmate, a bright smile on your face. She catches herself mirroring your expression as you approach, completely unaware of her gaze as you pull out the compact mirror she knows you keep in your bag at all times. You fix your hair, rub on some chapstick—and then you’re looking at her.

It’s too late to look away when your gaze meets hers, and Yachi can’t help the embarrassed flush that decorates her cheeks as she lifts her hand in a little wave. You wave back, jogging the rest of the way over to her with that same bright smile stretched over your lips.

“Hey! Were you waiting long?”

Her throat is closing up.

“No, uh…I didn’t get here that long ago.”

The lie burns at the back of her throat. She’s glad you hadn’t happened to decide to take one of your little campus strolls, or you would’ve seen her seated under the tree for about an hour before she even worked up the courage to text you to meet her.

You give a theatrical sigh of relief, wiping imaginary sweat from your forehead as you flop down into the grass next to her.

“Good. I really didn’t mean to be so late. I mean, I’d never leave my favorite girl waiting on purpose,” you reply, affectionately knocking your shoulder into hers.

She laughs, knocking you back—and trying hard to ignore the soda-fizz that bubbles just behind her bellybutton when you call her your favorite girl.

“Yeah, right. But I’m glad you’re here. I wanted to…ask you something.”

You face her fully, crossing your legs and locking your hands around one of your ankles.

“Shoot.”

This is it, Yachi thinks, it’s now or never. This will be when she tells you how long she’s been dreaming of feeling your soft fingers skate over her cheek as you pull her in for a kiss, of swinging your interlocked hands between the two of you as you walked to the campus ice cream shop for a date, of snuggling up to you every night to go to sleep. This will be when you tell her you feel the same way, that you realized your own feelings not long after, that you want to try being more than friends, too. This will be when everything changes for the better, when she kisses you properly for the first time and finds that it’s better than her dreams had ever let her even begin to imagine.

…isn’t it?

Or are you going to laugh at her, tell her that her confession was such a funny joke and that you aren’t even into girls? Are you going to tell her you should just stay friends and just slowly start avoiding her more and more? Are you going to break her heart into pieces under the oak tree where you’d first properly exchanged numbers, agreed to hang out, and truly become friends? Are you going to destroy her?

The mere thought makes the blonde hesitate, and she watches your expression morph into one of genuine concern.

“Hitoka? Hey, is everything okay?”

You sound so worried about her, and that alone makes it even harder for her to loosen the words that stick to the back of her throat. Can she really risk losing you?

The breeze picks up again, and if she listens hard enough, she can hear the echoes of your voice from the many talks you two had had under this very tree. The sound soothes her, and she takes a deep breath before she finally manages to look you in the eye again.

“I like you.”

You smile at her, tilting your head as you give her a playful pout.

“Aw, ‘toka, I like you t—“

“No, I like you. I have feelings for you.”

Your smile drops, and so does her heart. But it doesn’t matter—she has to finish what she started.

“I’ve liked you since we went to that one shitty frat party in the beginning of the summer and you insisted on staying with me. I like how you refuse to hang out if the next day is your wash day, and I like how you’ll call me after to help you detangle. I like the way your nose crinkles when somebody says something you think is silly. I like that you wear tube tops all the time just because you don’t want to get darker and still have “one stripe of winter” on your shoulders. I like that no matter what, you do your best to smile. I…I just wanted you to know. It’s fine if you don’t feel the same way, but…I just wanted you to know.”

You don’t answer. You blink at Hitoka absently, and she can already envision the rest of her evenings spent alone, a permanently empty seat next to her at the dining hall as you do your best to avoid her completely.

The breeze grows stronger—and there’s your voice again, echoing in her ears. She quickly begins to mourn that this will be the only way she’ll keep hearing her favorite melody.

But then you smile at her and lean closer.

“I like you too, Hitoka.”

The world falls silent. Her heart skips, the wind stills, and the Earth stops spinning. But you continue.

“I was really embarrassed the morning after that party. I thought I’d been so obvious. I didn’t know how to bring it up…I was scared you didn’t even like girls, but…”

You crinkle your nose, and Hitoka can feel her ears heat as she admires the sight.

“…I guess I was scared for nothing, huh?”

She can’t help it. She bursts into laughter, burying her face in her hands as tears of pure relief prick at her eyes. When she finally looks up, she rolls her eyes at you, reaching to tuck a braid behind your ear.

“Yeah, you were.”

You echo her laughter, albeit softer, and the sound makes her heart flutter in a familiar way.

“Hitoka, can I kiss you?”

She feels her face warm, and she rips her hand away from your face so quickly she worries for a moment that she may have hurt you. Just as quickly, though, she leans forward, your lips just millimeters apart.

“Y-yes….yes, please kiss me.”

Between a few stressful courses, kids who threw sand, and the lingering anxiety brought on by what she thought was an unrequited crush, the summer had begun to weigh heavily on Yachi’s shoulders. But when you kiss her, she’s suddenly sent back to early June. She’s dancing with you at that party, dressed in that skin tight red dress, and neither of you care who sees. You’re the only two people in the room—in the world.

Her heart slams against her chest when you pull away, giving her a shy smile that makes her want to kiss you all over again.

So she does.

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