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[peachylynnie]

what jewelry they like on you

word count: ~300-400 per lead contains: lads men x non!mc reader, established relationship, they all adore you, jewelry descriptions, fluff, suggestive themes (sylus, rafayel, and caleb), and did i mention fluff? make it toothrotting. a/n: it's midterm season so headcanons it is. again, these are headcanons so i'm not saying i'm right. just my silly little interpretations. inspired by my impulsive buy of a bracelet the other day. no, my wallet hasn't recovered. reblogs and comments are always appreciated! tagged: @vvintqz (a little headcanon for xavier, lmk if u want me to stop tagging) lads masterlist

sylus

necklaces all the way

has a preference for silver chains with red or black charms

it's his signature colors on your pretty neck

loves it even more when the charm rests between your collarbones

if you want his nose to bleed, wear a long necklace

yes, the one that goes all the way down to your chest

but if you really want to get him going

wear a choker

doesn't even have to be a chain type or have charms

if it's a choker, he'll fold, like dogs to a bone

you can't blame him

it enticingly accentuates the rest of your neck and collarbones, the two places he likes to leave marks on

don't worry if you're hypoallergenic (like me)

he only ever gets you the finest of materials, even if you point out the cost

not that you mind or anything

"sylus," you whine.

you're going to be late. again. all because of this silver-haired man who's refusing to leave your neck alone.

"sylus!" you gasp when he tugs down the choker, his dewy lips taking advantage of the newly exposed spot.

you're starting to regret wearing a choker (not really). you thought it went well with your outfit. and it did! it added a little pop to your look, and you were excited to wear it for the first time in a while.

"hey!" you squirm in his embrace when you feel the poke of his teeth. "no marks!"

"does it really matter, sweetie?" he asks nonchalantly before continuing his assault on your neck. he loves how his tongue occasionally meets with the smooth fabric of your choker. "this," he tugs on it some more, eliciting a soft whimper from you. "will cover them."

sighing, you make a mental note to apologize to your friends for being late when you meet them.

xavier

earrings

especially studs or the mini drop ones that come in cute graphic designs.

there's just something about the way the adorable little charms hang from your ears

really, he thinks they complement your face shape

and he loves to cup your face whenever

but when you wear the ones that are star-themed

he's looking at you as if you're the one who hung them up in the night sky

seriously, he's never seen anything more beautiful

it also strokes his jealousy (?) in a way (cuz yk he's all abt the stars)

but that's worth like...less than 1% of the experience

he just really loves seeing you wear them

don't worry if your ears aren't pierced

clip-ons are a thing, and he'll make sure to get that ones that are both high quality and comfortable

he also loves watching you put them on

his cheeks hurt from smiling too much. he tries to cover his rosy face when you lean towards the mirror.

you're adjusting the backing of your new star stud. furrowing your brows, you tilt your head to the side for a better look.

xavier swears he's never seen anything more beautiful in his life. here you are, making something so simple as adjusting an earring look so skillful and charming.

"done!" you secure the backing and spin around to show your boyfriend. "what do you think?"

"yeah," he nods softly. "i think you're glowing."

you giggle and embrace him tightly.

"thanks for surprising me with them," you chirp, peering up at him.

the stars on your ears shine. no different from your eyes.

"anything for you, starlight," he whispers, stroking your cheek with a thumb. "anything for you."

rafayel

bracelets

listen

we all know this man is a FIEND for our hands

i may not have all of his five-star cards

but tell me why it is that in all the ones i have, he's YEARNING for our hands at some point

jumps at every chance to help you put one on

has a thing for cuff bracelets

like the metal swirly ones that hold a jewel in the middle

they exude the sense of royalty in a way (he's a god so)

most definitely has designed some for you too

and by some, i mean numerous

what's really heartwarming about that though is that he collects the materials himself

the amount of seashells he has preserved for you

but back to him being down bad for our hands

there's something about the way cuff accompanies the bare skin of your wrist and gently presses against your pulse

he's in heaven whenever he nuzzles against your wrist and feels the cool metal graze his heated skin.

"wait," you squint at the bracelet rafayel just secured around your wrist. "did you design this?"

"yup," he answers with a puffed chest. "good eye, cutie. how'd you know?"

you roll your eyes lovingly.

"first of all, i'm your partner, raf." turning your wrist, you admire the intricate swirls of the cuff. "second of all, your works normally have a trademark."

"oh?" he grabs your wrist and pulls you to him, his lips already tracing your wrist. "and what would that be?"

you try not to shudder when his siren eyes meet yours.

"isn't this from one of your lemuria collections?" you shakily gesture towards the sapphire seashell crested on top. "you always reference lemuria in your works, right?"

"wrong," his tongue darts out, savoring your quickened pulse as punishment for your incorrect answer. "it's not just lemuria i always reference in my works."

he tightens the cuff.

"it's you, cutie."

zayne

rings

he loves the subtlety of them

especially the ones made out of thinner bands

they bring out the beauty of your fingers

he loves the way they shine whenever you move your hands too

let's say the two of you are at a cafe

sitting across from each other and reading novels

except he gets distracted (in a good way) whenever your flip a page

your ring glimmers in the sunlight that's peeking through the window

oh wow, not only is there a halo over your head, there's a halo around your finger too

he can't help but reach out at some point

and trace your left ring finger

imagining what it would be like to gift you one

a simple one that conveys an impactful message

one he hopes you'll say yes to

and bound not only both his and your left ring fingers

but also your souls to each other

"zayne? are you alright?"

he snaps out of his thoughts, lifting his chin from his palm.

"sorry," he apologizes as smoothly as he can. "could you repeat that?"

you smile endearingly. his heart beats rapidly.

"i asked if you were alright."

"yes," he answers before clearing his throat. "yes, of course. why?"

"oh, it's just," you giggle. "you're still tracing my finger."

zayne immediately retracts his hand.

"sorry," he apologizes again. this time profusely. "did i make you uncomfortable?"

"no, no," you immediately reassure. "i liked it. it's just you were doing it for a while..." you pause before continuing. "i thought you were checking for dead skin or something."

zayne blinks.

"you thought i was checking for dead skin?" he repeats incredulously.

you nod slowly. now it's your turn to be flustered.

at that, he chuckles with a shake of his head and returns to tracing your left finger, ignoring your amusing assurances about how you always wash your hands thoroughly.

yes, he's most definitely going to marry you.

caleb

anklets

this totally wasn't inspired by that one scene in the main story where he pins our leg down with his evol

nope not at all

i don't know what you're talking about

he likes the ones that come with dangly charms

this is because he can hear you whenever you move

interpret that however you want

but really, he loves how the sound gets louder and louder

because that means you're moving TOWARDS him

he wants to gift you a whole bunch of charms

specifically apple and sky themed

it's over for him if you wear it while your legs are exposed

that man is on the floor, his hands haphazardly roaming up and down your bare skin

and when he notices the anklet with the charms that he gifted?

it's over for you

his fingers are slipping underneath the anklet, wrapping around your ankle, and pulling you to him

where's his face at?

uhhhhh

you're trying to control your breathing. you really are. but it's hard to when there's a man, an incredibly gorgeous one with lavender eyes deep enough to engulf you whole, settled in front of you, specifically in between your legs.

thankfully (not really), he hasn't done anything yet. he's just kneeling there with his metal fingers snaked around your ankle and his eyes transfixed on the anklet you decided to wear.

"uhm," you start, nervously shifting on the couch. "is there something wrong with my ankle, caleb?"

he finally looks at you. you can't tell if he's angry. definitely not with your foot resting against his broad shoulder.

"nothing's wrong, pips." he speaks after an eternity.

you sigh in relief. eager to get out of this compromising position, you try to put your foot down. keyword: try.

"caleb, what-"

"when did you put the charm on?"

"oh, uh," you notice him looking at the anklet again, but more at the apple charm. it has a snake coiled around it. "a while ago? i think as soon as you gave it to me."

he breathes in sharply.

you think it's over when he releases you. you're proven wrong when he grabs both of your ankles and drags you to the end of the couch, his chin dangerously close to your core.

"you really don't make it easy for me, pips."

[subrosasteath]

Some Trans-coded moment I could find in Kai's episode because Pixar really did not let Disney stop them:

When Kai sees the softball team for the first time we get a close zoomed in shot on Taylor and Yuwen. This emphasizes two things: that the team is co-ed, and that there is a black girl on the team, someone Kai can relate to and maybe look up to in that I wish I looked like you kind of way

No one in Kai's family refers to to her by pronouns or descriptors like "my son" or "my daughter" until later, once she's already on the team.

The close up shot of the photo of Kai with a trophy has 3 other kids in frame, all of them looking like stereotypical boys. It's hinted at that the team Kai was playing on before was not co-ed, and so this would be an all boys team. This and a photo of Kai up to bat with short hair in a blue shirt are the photos she hides.

From the scene of them all cheering Kai's name at the beginning, I almost thought that was the first time it was said in the episode - it's not. The first time her dad says it in the car. Interesting!

Rest under the cut cause this is a fairly big post and also spoilers for the rest of Kai's episode!

The whole "but you were so good at baseball!" scene - just, you actually can't take the trans coding out of that scene if you tried. "Nothing can change the fact that I love you" . To break it down specifically, the line but you were so good at baseball feels similar to the idea of like "but you were fine as a boy!". It's the kind of statement that sounds like the question "why do you need to change?". This is continued in the next scene with the you liked baseball!, which can be read as a continuation of a worried parent "why do you need to change, i thought you liked yourself before?" they don't even pitch the same - "there are some serious changes here" I feel like read from a different angle it could also be about voices, and how sometimes how your voice sounds can be a source of dysphoria.

Kai wears pink socks for almost every scene she's in around her teammates i think? Blue crocs in the beginning, white socks in the "so you want to switch to uh softball?" scene, and then in the next scene she's in pink socks with a white stripe. The only scene in the episode with blue socks is after she hurts her ankle, when she's tell her dad "it's not a big deal" about the cheating.

Her hair getting longer, obviously <3 She's got a rainbow hairband she wears for the rest of the episode

The vaguely trans-flag looking lighting whenever Kai's floating

"We look so good! We look so good!!" "Hey girls, say pickles!" That scene just makes me happy. Kai has a place she feels right in, with friends and girls who age her accept her and want her around, she get's to be included in the "girls"!!! Like how sweet is this?

And the girl sleepover with all the team girls!!! It's so cute!

Her sinking into the ground powers are so cool. Like - nothing specifically "trans" about this, it just plays into what's already there, that Kai feels like she's either floating so high off the ground or totally stuck in it and how everything in her life feeds into that.

There's definitly more, like so many more, like maybe I'll add onto this post later kind of more, but I am so sleepy now, that I'm just going to post this for now!! Congrats to the writers at Pixar for pushing through even when Disney tried to shut them down. I know I really appreciate it.

[emsdevs]

Priorities

a/n: this was not requested. it was just something i needed for myself and i thought why not share with you all as well. yes this is inspired by true recent events. yes I'm okay with it. i don't have a luke but i do have a kirby! I'm all good now! also i promise the step dad!jo au is next!! 🩵

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“Woah, you’re still here? Is she running late or something?” Luke is surprised to see you still in the apartment, knowing you had made plans with a friend tonight. You turn to face him, and in an instant, he sees the hurt in your eyes and the disappointment on your face. “Oh, no. Did she cancel again?”

All you can do is nod, and Luke is quick to move in and envelope you in a hug. Soon, he feels you start to shake against his chest, and he knows the tears have set in. He maneuvered the two of you toward the couch, laying himself down and placing you on top of him. When the tears finally stop flowing, he asks if you want to talk about it.

“It’s just- It’s the second time she’s cancelled in two days. I mean, is it something wrong with me? Does she just not want to hang out with me?” you have to fight to keep the water works from coming on again.

“No, sweet girl. No. If she thinks like that, she doesn’t deserve to be your friend. What can I do to cheer you up? You wanna watch a movie?”

“Can we? Please.”

“Of course, sweetheart. Let’s go get changed into some comfy clothes, and then, we’ll watch whatever you wanna.” He manages to get you into your shared bedroom, so the both of you can get changed. Suddenly, though, you whip around, a look of worry on your face.

“Wait, I thought you were going out with the boys tonight. You need to get ready to go with them.”

“The boys will be fine without me for the night. I’d just be thinking about you if I went anyway.”

“No, Luke. Then you’ll be doing to them what she did to me.”

“No, baby, I won’t. The difference is that my priorities make sense. They’re my teammates. I see them on a daily basis. I know for a fact it’s no big deal if I miss one night out to take care of my girl. She hadn’t seen you in months, and this would have been your only chance to catch up with her for who knows how long. That’s just disrespectful to you and your time.” 

He doesn’t give you any room to argue, so you just nod and continue on your previous mission to get comfortable. Once you’re both cozy, you make your way back to the couch resuming your positions from earlier, with your head laying on Luke’s chest.

“What do you wanna watch, sweet girl?”

“Sweet Home Alabama?”

“If that’s what you want.” He complies easily, content to do whatever will cheer you up. 

You two spend your night going through a random assortment of chick flicks, chiming in with random comments and critiques now and then. Nights like this with Luke always seem to make you forget about any worry you might have, and by the morning, you’re almost able to forget that you had other plans for that night at all.

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[suiana]

yandere! loser who's chronically online and thinks that the world is ending because he can't find love. or rather, can't get a lover because wdym he's had a crush on you for five years and is STILL single!!!

bro's the type of guy to complain on reddit about being single and not do anything afterwards even if people give him advice. bro's the type of guy to say he's going to die alone and continue sitting in his room while watching lego building videos. bro's the type of guy that... also stalks you intensely after one single conversation where he thinks you're his one and only.

this guy probably thinks he's tough shit or something but cannot for the life of him, ask you out on a date like a normal person. forget that! he can't even get out of his house!

he lives off of his parents money (thank goodness they're rich) and doesn't work. why? because he says his dream job is to be rich and unemployed (successfully done btw). sooo no, he's probably not gonna be inheriting his father's company and be the hot rich alpha ceo you were dreaming of.

you'll get this weirdly obsessed loser though.

he's the ultimate loser! and in this ultimate loser pack you have gacha addict, fucked up sleep schedule, virgin, 70 different hyperfixations, reddit user, stalker, 4chan user, compsci graduate, have i mentioned stalker? yeah, definitely stalker.

stalking... heh, guess you could say he has a job... that is, if you count stalking and watching over you 24/7. yeah, that's right. the feeling you get that you're being watched even at home? that's him.

sure, he might be jacking off to surveillance footage of you, watching gf/bf asmr and pretending it's you talking to him... oh and also he might've built a mini shrine with things he 'borrowed' from you...

but really, you should just be glad he isn't doing more heinous things. for all you know he could be doxxing or manipulating you to be with him! god, that would be horrific. especially because we all know what 4chan and reddit users can be like.

like he's... weird to say the least. but it could be worse than just obsessed, crazy, and delusional. yeah, so what if he's thinking of scenarios that don't exist? scenarios that involve you, to be specific?

you don't even remember meeting him but he's gone and created a life for the two of you in his head already. for five years, if i must add. like... that's bloody crazy innit?

and he's also british.

yeah so😝

don't worry, he's crazy devoted! some might call him a yearner, others say he needs to be amditted to a hospital. whatever! they just don't understand him.

but you do, don't you? you have to! you're his one and only (one sided)! he's already planned the both of your weddings out, bought you TONS of gifts- you received his presents before right? yeah, those new headphones you wanted? you got it a few weeks back. your college debt? remember how it was mysteriously paid off? yeah, and the fact that you were happy about it must mean that you accept his advances!

yeah! g'luck mate you're going to be called darling REAL soon 🤑 hopefully. jost hope you don't get asked out on a date... he might do a little shanking 😵☝️

[smutoperator]

Takin' All of Their Air

Hwang Yeji, Aeri Uchinaga (Giselle), Julie Han x Male Reader, 2 original chacaters

Tags: airtight, (lots of) anal, ass stacking, bukkake, couch sex, deepthroating, double penetration, facefucking, faces turning red, floor sex, mounting on top, orgy, out of breath, party, prone bone, (lots of) rimming, rough sex, sixsome, spanking, twerking

Word count: 5696

Yeji, Giselle, and Julie had just finished recording their performance of Toxic. The girls chatted with each other until Yeji suddenly received a message. "What happened?" Giselle and Julie ask her as they see her friend blush.

"My solo just got approved; I'll be debuting soon," Yeji answers. "Oh, that's incredible," Giselle replies. "I think we should throw a party," she continues.

"But we are going on tour soon," Julie warns them. Giselle remembers that's also the case for her, so she asks her friend.

"When are you gonna debut?" Giselle asks Yeji. "March," Yeji answers. "Damn, our tours will be on the way; we won't be around," Julie says. "We need a plan; I still want her to celebrate with us," Giselle says.

"Girls, I've got a plan; let's do it tomorrow," Yeji says. "Alright," Julie replies. "Done," Giselle says as well. On the next day, the girls go to the house Yeji has indicated to them.

"Hello," Yeji greets Giselle and Julie as they arrive. Some black balloons cover the walls, matching the theme of her solo. Yeji pops a bottle of champagne, serving Giselle and Julie as well. "Our special guests will be coming soon," she tells them.

"Hmmm, what kind of special guests?" Giselle asks. "You're always curious, Gigi, just let them come," Yeji answers her. "Oh, I hope we are gonna have a good party tonight," Julie adds.

The girls chat a little bit more, waiting for the guests arrival. "It's taking a really long time," Giselle says. "Don't worry, they already texted me; they are coming soon," Yeji answers her as the girls keep playing with each other and chatting about some really naughty stuff.

The trio of guests finally arrive, you leading your two friends Danny and Johnny as the girls wait on the couch. "Show me your gifts," Yeji says. Giselle and Julie don't get it at first, as you three don't have anything in hand. "What kind of gift is she talking about?" Julie asks.

But soon, the girls get the answer as your cock pops out of your pants, and soon Danny and Johnny also follow suit. "Hmmm, so that was the gift she was talking about," Giselle says.

"Let's go, girls; there is no better way to celebrate a debut than a sex party," Yeji says as she quickly starts bobbing her head on your cock and choking on it. Giselle and Julie follow suit, gagging on Danny's and Johnny's dicks, respectively.

The party has begun; the beautiful shot of three girls bending over on the couch and sucking their partners cocks is an amazing way to start it. While Giselle and Julie take it slow at first, Yeji quickly shows her prowess as a deepthroat queen, taking your cock all as deep as possible in her mouth and moving it hard up and down your shaft, pushing you to the edge right from the get-go.

"You seem really hungry, feeling really motivated by that solo debut, aren't you?" you ask Yeji, who obviously doesn't answer as she turns her whole attention into sucking that enormous pole. "Shake that ass for me," you tell her, Yeji wiggling that tail as she bobs her head on your shaft.

"Your partners got some great asses; you really never miss when it comes to selecting your sexiest friends to join you," you tell Yeji as you take a peek from above at Giselle and Julie's butts almost popping off their pants, while Yeji gets louder and louder with her mouth.

"FUCK," the first cursing of the night comes from Giselle as Danny spanks her fat ass. If you noticed Yeji's friends packed butts, it wouldn't take long for your friends to notice it as well.

Yeji gets on her knees on the floor and sucks your cock louder than ever, harder than ever. "You really like a big microphone in your mouth, don't you? That's why you wanted to debut solo so much," you tell her. Giselle and Julie look from afar, watching her suck your cock and thinking that she must be crazy, quickly trying to follow Yeji's footsteps.

"AHHHH," Giselle loses her breath as you fuck her face while she takes your cock deep in her throat, losing her air for a bit while saliva comes out of her mouth. Julie lines up to her side, taking on Johnny's cock with her perfect dick-sucking lips but still taking it at a very slow pace, Giselle soon joining them as she takes on Danny.

"Suck my balls, slut," you command to Yeji as she makes a mess under your sack, closing her eyes and taking it all in her mouth. "Oh shit," you groan, and so does Johnny as Julie now gives him a no-hands blowjob, still very far from Yeji's sheer insanity, as the new soloist in town takes your cock literally balls deep in her mouth, you shoving your shaft and balls down her throat and making the so-called deepthroat queen gag for real for the first time.

Julie watches the mess Yeji makes on your cock, using it as motivation as she deepthroats Johnny. "It's getting so fucking wet," Julie tells him. Well, not as wet as yours, as Yeji is already turning her face into a mess full of spit. "Look at me and tell me how much you love that cock," you command to her.

"Oh, I love it so much; I can't wait to have it in all my holes," Yeji says. "Then show me," you tell her, fucking her face one more time while Julie has fun with Johnny's balls to her side. "Damn, such a hungry slut," you tell her.

Giselle soon joins the fun, letting Danny shove his cock down her mouth, him grabbing her neck and making her deepthroat it. "Take it, baby, come on," Danny tells her, trying to shove his 9-inch cock plus his balls in Aeri's hungry mouth. On the other side of the room, Yeji is so hungry she has made your pants come completely off, finding ways you didn't even know were possible to suck your cock.

"There you go, baby, take all those fucking balls," Danny says, praising Giselle's cock-sucking skills as she chokes on his dick. "You want it inside you?" he asks her, Giselle answering by nodding her head positively. "Then get it fucking wet," he tells her, shoving it even harder as Giselle's face is the next one to get full of spit.

Giselle's face turns red as Danny's cock in her mouth quickly takes all her air out. The party has just begun, yet she's already losing her senses, slapping his big cock all over her face as she dives for his balls too. "This is the best cock ever," she says, and she's definitely not saying it for the sake of it.

Yeji keeps the insanity going on as she strips you fully naked. You do the same to her, leaving only the fishnets she's wearing under her pants. Your balls are all over her pretty face as she now dives to rim your asshole, not satisfied with the mess she already made on your cock.

"Who told you to eat my fucking ass?" you tell Yeji, regaining control and pushing her face against the couch, plowing it. "I'm gonna take all your fucking air," you tell her, climbing on top of the couch and manhandling her slutty throat, making your huge sword bulge it while her perky tits jiggle with your thrusts.

"Look at her taking all that cock," Julie says about Yeji, pushing Johnny to the couch right by your side as she rims his ass and takes off his and her clothes. "AHHHH," Yeji screams as your cock pops out of her mouth for a bit, her moving her hands towards her pussy to start fingering herself.

Giselle is the last to take her clothes off, the three girls now wearing matching fishnets. Danny can't resist the urge and quickly rips her apart, unveiling Gigi's big fat butt in all its glory. "Oh yeah, look at this fucking ass," he says, marveled, as he starts fingering her anus.

The craziness continues on the other side. Julie tongues Johnny's ass deeper and deeper while you challenge Yeji to take on your cock as deep as possible. "OH FUCK, GOD DAMN IT!" Yeji screams. As Julie stays on all fours, Danny rips her fishnets too, Julie starting to do her signature twerk as soon as her ass is out in the open, while he gives her pussy a little massage.

You take Yeji's air out one more time before taking advantage of all the saliva she left on your cock to open the works by sticking it on Julie's juicy booty, sliding it with ease. "OHHHHH," the Hawaiian girl suddenly screams as she finds your meat stuffed in her asshole. "OHHH FUCKK, AHHHH, OH SHIT, OH MY GOD," she suddenly starts screaming as you drill her ass with no regard, mounting on top of the little big butt cutie while Yeji watches.

"Damn, he's really hungry," Yeji says as you pound Julie's ass. "And I bet you're hungry to taste it," you tell Yeji, finishing the quick fuck to feed your cock straight back in her mouth. "Very dirty, isn't it?" you ask as you impale her throat, Yeji only nodding.

Giselle opens the works on the other side, riding a still-clothed Danny as she sits her pink pussy on his cock, working her big ass out as she rides him. "OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she moans as his 10-inch monster stretches her cunt out. Julie soon follows suit, taking Johnny in her pussy and twerking her ass, her fast bounces contrasting with Giselle's powerful squats.

"OH SHIT, YES, DO IT LIKE THAT," Julie screams as Johnny spanks her ass while she rides him. "OH DAMN, I'M SO FULL OF COCK," Giselle also screams as she increases the pace of her ride on Danny. Only you and Yeji stay on the throat game, but really, given her crazy cock-sucking skills, it's hard to blame you.

"Look at your friends; I think it's time for you to sit on my fucking cock too," you tell Yeji, ripping her fishnets in one go. "God damn it, you're so fast," she tells you. By her side, Julie keeps riding, her cheeks turning red as Johnny can't seem to stop spanking her fat ass.

"It's not as big as your slutty friends but still a great piece of work," you say to Yeji about her ass as she rides your cock. "OH SHIT, FUCK," Yeji moans as your massive meat impales her cunt, her and Julie bouncing side by side. "Damn girl, you're really fast with that bounce," Yeji says to Julie.

Yeji picks up the pace, you spanking her ass so you two match Johnny and Julie, both couples working hard to see who can fuck the hardest. You two spread their cheeks, pushing their bodies down and sucking their perky tits while pounding them from down low.

"OH MY GOD, HOLY FUCK!" Yeji moans as you pound her. Julie quickly moves to the next challenge, letting Johnny take her in the ass too after you opened it up first, showing why she's the next anal queen in town. Finally, Giselle is rimming the hell out of Danny, getting him ready for his turn to finally fuck her ass.

"FUCK THAT ASS LIKE THAT," Julie begs as Danny stuffs her butt. You do the same but to Yeji's pussy, pounding it harder than ever and then letting her bounce hard. "I want you to stretch that big fat ass," Giselle tells Danny, turning around as she stuffs his 10-inch monster up her butt like a pro, riding it in reverse cowgirl and giving him the best possible angle of her big fat butt getting impaled.

"YES, BABY, STRETCH MY ASS, SHIT, THAT FUCKING DICK IS SO BIG," Giselle moans as Danny pumps her ass upward. "FUCK, I LOVE IT SO MUCH, AHHHHH," she moans as Danny's pounding quickly makes her lose her breath. "FUCK, FILL ME WITH THAT BIG DICK," Giselle begs.

Yeji and Julie switch partners; the Itzy girl is now bouncing her pussy on Johnny's cock while you impale Julie's pussy, wrapping your arms around the Hawaiian girl and fucking her pussy as she twerks nonstop on your cock. Giselle lies on the couch, letting Danny pound her in her favorite position, prone bone.

"I NEED YOUR FUCKING COCK IN MY ASS, PLEASE, PLEASE," Giselle begs as Danny stuffs her asshole one more time, using her big butt as a pillow while landing his hard thrusts. "OH MY GOD, I LOVE, USE ALL MY FUCKING HOLES, TREAT ME LIKE A FUCKING SLUT, I'M THE BEST WHORE YOU'LL EVER FIND," Giselle tells him as Danny takes turns between her ass and her pussy.

"DESTROY ME, PLEASE," Giselle continues to beg as Danny keeps pounding. Back to you, Julie now deepthroats your cock, tasting her wet cunt from it and bobbing her head on your massive pole while Yeji continues to ride Johnny. Julie shows you how nasty she can be, getting down on the floor and tonguing your asshole as you jerk your cock off, sending you to the heavens. "FUCKKKK," you groan as Julie's magic tongue hits your anus, sweeping it to the fullest, her twerking her ass while eating yours.

"GIVE ME MORE OF THAT BIG FUCKING DICK," Giselle begs as her prone bone session keeps going. Yeji grabs Johnny's cock, letting him be the first to take her in the ass. Meanwhile, you pin Julie against the couch and give her a hard mating press as you top her tiny body, destroying her big butt as all three girls now compete to see who can get fucked the best in their asses.

"YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, PLEASE GIVE ME ALL," Julie begs as you pound her ass hard. "YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM, OHHHHH, FUCK," she keeps screaming as your balls clap her cheeks hard. Danny spanks Giselle's butt hard, choking her as he now switches to her pussy. Meanwhile, your anal destruction of Julie just ramps up, her asshole getting used like a fleshlight as your cock fucks it balls deep.

The sounds of their three butts getting spanked fill the room as the anal pounding of Yeji, Giselle, and Julie continues, each girl's cheeks turning redder and redder. Julie gets even nastier as you let her stop to taste her ass from your cock before her little body ducks under your legs and tongues your anus one more time. "You're getting good at this," you tell her, fucking her face as a reward.

Giselle squirts all over the couch as you and Johnny swap partners once again, you taking your cock right from Julie's ass back to your favorite hole: Yeji's meaty pussy. "Damn, he spanked you really good," you say to her as you notice her very red cheeks. Julie does to Johnny what she did to you, showing her evolving rimming skills on his asshole this time.

"Go fuck her," Danny tells Johnny as they swap Giselle and Julie between themselves, while you attack Yeji's cunt at full speed, sucking her perky tits while she creams all over your cock. Julie moves in Giselle's direction, sitting on her face and suffocating Gigi with her fat ass as she watches Johnny fuck her.

Meanwhile, Yeji is about to get her air taken out once again.

"OH SHIT, THAT DICK IS SO BIG!" Yeji screams hard as Danny's monster cock finds its way into her ass. You and he work in perfect sync, fucking her holes together to perfection right from the start, giving her the pounding she deserves. "Is that what you want for your party, isn't it?" you ask Yeji as she gets double stuffed.

"OH FUCK, OH MY GOD, OH SHIT, THESE COCKS ARE SO FUCKING BIG" is all Yeji can say as she gets her pussy and ass destroyed at the same time, just ducking her head and bracing herself for the wreckage your cock and Danny's impose in her holes. "OH GOD DAMN IT, OH SHITTTT," Yeji screams again as both girls enjoy her getting double penetrated. "Yes, destroy her," Julie says as he watches. Meanwhile, Johnny is having a good time just switching between Giselle's already heavily stretched-out holes nonstop, surveying to see which one he can go deeper.

Julie gets taken by surprise as Danny switches from Yeji's ass into hers, becoming the first one to take on all three assholes. You quickly fill the void, taking your cock on Yeji's ass while Julie gets spit-roasted. "Let's destroy this fucking asshole," Danny tells her. "OH FUCK," Julie screams.

"You're such a fucking bitch," Johnny tells Giselle, hitting her face as he fucks her ass. Julie gets in the couch, Danny pounding her in a spooning position while you drag Yeji around. "OH MY GOD, IT'S SO HUGE, YES," Julie screams as she gets her ass pounded from behind.

"GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME," Yeji begs as she gets on all fours as you hand her to Johnny to fuck her ass next, turning your attention to Giselle for the first time. You quickly show your prowess, choking Gigi and attacking her ass with fast-paced thrusts. Johnny pins Yeji against the couch, mounting on top of her while Danny keeps drilling Julie with his big dick. "OH GOD DAMN IT," Yej screams as she gets pounded like crazy.

Back to you, Giselle kneels down and becomes the final girl to have a taste of your asshole. "If you want me to fuck your asshole more, you better taste mine," you tell her as Giselle quickly obliges and goes down that dirty hole with her tongue.

As Johnny feeds his cock for Yeji to taste, you let Giselle mount on top of yours, taking her pussy first. "Twerk on that dick," you ask her with a little spank on her big butt, Gigi obliging as she is soon riding it like a maniac, you enjoying her bouncing on your cock while Johnny drills Yeji by your side. "OH FUCK ME LIKE THAT," the party host screams as he does a number in her ass.

Giselle's hard bounces on your cock are like an earthquake; she's really strong, and her cheeks hit hard against your crotch every time she takes your full length deep in her cunt. "GIVE IT TO ME, BABY," Giselle begs, matching your thrusts with bounces of her own. By your side, Yeji turns into a squirting machine, fingering her cunt as Johnny pounds it while groping her perky tits, her legs shaking. "ME ME CUM, OH MY GOD, YEAHHHH," Yeji screams, Julie right there to taste the juices erupting from her cunt.

You and Danny decide to do more teamwork, double stuffing Giselle this time. "FUCK, TWO BIG DICKS INSIDE ME, I LOVE IT," Gigi screams as she becomes subject to the same hard DP you two gave Yeji earlier in the night. "AHHHH FUCK, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, THESE COCKS ARE SO FUCKING HUGE," Giselle screams.

"Don't back down; take those fucking cocks balls deep, you big ass bitch," you tell Giselle as you and Danny increase the pace inside her fuckholes, pumping her like a pair of pistons. "USE MY FUCKING HOLES," Giselle begs as the DP gets more and more intense, both you and Danny grabbing her neck.

Meanwhile, Johnny is in heaven, having the four holes of two girls at his disposal. "Fuck her, Johnny," Yeji tells him as Julie stacks her juicy booty on top of her body; Johnny happily obliges, switching between Yeji's butt and Julie's nonstop. "AHHHH FUCK," Julie screams, shaking her ass as she gets pounded, Yeji smiling as she watches.

"Feed me that cock, let me taste that ass," Yeji says as Johnny gives her his cock, Yeji bobbing her head all over it like usual and giving him the lube he needs to fuck Julie's big ass. By their side, Guselle gets spit-roasted, impaling her face on your cock while Danny spanks her big ass and fucks her pussy, putting her arms behind her back. "Eat my ass too, you fucking bitch," you tell Giselle, moving your body for her to rim your asshole.

Julie twerks on top of Johnny, Yeji coming in to get his cock wet from time to time and get her face fucked. "GULP, GULP, GULP, GULP," the sound comes out of Yeji's mouth, Julie turning her face around to watch. "Suck that dick," she commands, enjoying Yeji's face getting impaled before shoving that prick straight into Julie's ass. "OH MY GOD," Julie screams, as Yeji doesn't go for long without a cock to play with, Danny plugging her ass next.

"You fucking cock is so fucking huge," Yeji says as Danny takes the air out of her. On the other side, you're mounting on top of Giselle, destroying her fat ass with powerful thrusts. Each girl now does what he does best: Giselle getting pounded from behind, Julie twerking on Johnny's cock, and Yeji deepthroating Danny's 10-inch meat.

"FUCK, THAT'S SO AMAZING, USE ME LIKE A FUCKING WHORE," Giselle begs as you destroy her ass with all your strength, your cock attacking it nonstop and turning her into your personal anal fleshlight, her big butt getting clapped like crazy as you top her like a raging bull. "Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm," you groan. "I wanna fuck that ass for the rest of my life," you tell her.

You give Giselle a little break and watch her go insane, her taking Johnny and bobbing her head on his cock. "Looks like she's cock-drunk," you say, watching the scene unfold as Giselle suddenly lifts him up and sucks his cock up in the air before flipping him upside down. "WHAT IS SHE DOING?" Julie asks, giggling. "GIGI, ARE YOU CRAZY?" Yeji asks her, baffled at what she's seeing, the two then diving to take on his cock too.

"Oh my God, Gigi is a champ," Julie says as the girls watch her get cock-drunk on Johnny before taking some turns themselves. You feed your cock to Yeji, giving her privileged first dibs on tasting Giselle's ass while Danny goes for another round on it, taking the Japanese girl in a spooning position. "OH FUCK," Gselle screams as his big cock is back inside her sore ass.

"FUCK, FUCK, YOU'RE DESTROYING MY ASS, GOD DAMN IT, YOU'RE FUCKING ME SO GOOD." Giselle screams as Danny claps her cheeks hard. On the other side, you continue your raging bull spree, mounting on top of Yeji this time. "AHHHHHH," the party host screams, your cock feeling too big for her tiny little ass sometimes despite all her experience. You take turns fucking her ass and her face, being rough at all times.

"God, I love your dick," Giselle tells Danny as he keeps fucking her. Meanwhile, you go all-in to tame the wild wolf Yeji, giving her the same anal mating press you gave Julie early on, but this time pushing even harder. "FUCK, FUCK, OH MY GOD, IT'S SO DEEP, YOU'RE PUSHING IT SO HARD," Yeji screams, her face turning redder and redder at each thrust. "YOU KEEP TAKIN' ALL OF MY AIR, AHHH, AHHH, AHHH," she moans as your anal invasion of her continues, as you can't slow yourself, pumping her ass 258 times.

The more Yeji loses her sight, the harder you fuck her; she's nothing but your fucktoy, as you put her feet up in the air and let Julie use it to muffle her moans as Johnny gets back in her ass. "Smack that cock against my face; I love it so much," Giselle begs Danny as he uses his meat as a stick to shove it all over her face. "Choke me too," she continues to beg as he shoves it down her throat as well.

Yeji, Giselle, and Julie's faces turn redder and redder, but they can't stop sucking cock. You grab Julie's face now, making her deepthroat your meat. "Get on the floor," you tell her. But Julie decides to do something better, stacking her body on top of Giselle's as both girls present their big asses for your wet cock. Meanwhile, Yeji takes on Johnny, riding his cock all by herself.

Julie twerks her ass in anticipation, shaking it as she stays on top of Giselle, their holes already heavily stretched out but ready for more, as their assholes wink for you. "AHHHHH," Julie screams as you pound her butt first, attacking it relentlessly before switching to Giselle's. The two girls moan and scream, as your anal rampage makes them see stars.

"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!" Julie screams when her next turn arrives. You then go back to Giselle, clapping her cheeks hard and making her scream. Then back to Julie. "Shake your ass, slut," you tell her as Julie bounces on top of Giselle.

"OH FUCKKKK," Yeji screams as she squirts on the couch with Johnny fingering her cunt as he fucks her ass. You keep taking turns between Julie's and Giselle's fat asses, both girls begging you to fuck them even harder. Julie pleads to god while Giselle screams about the size of your dick as you keep pounding their asses.

While you keep having fun with Giselle and Julie's butts, Danny and Johnny turn their attention to Yeji, double stuffing her for the second time in the night. "OH SHIT, DON'T STOP," Yeji screams as she gets double penetrated on the couch again. "OH MY GOD, ALL THAT FUCKING COCK STRETCHING ME OUT," she moans. "YOU GUYS ARE SO FUCKING BIG," she keeps screaming.

"Make her go airtight," Giselle tells you as you switch back to Yeji, feeding your cock into her mouth. "AIRTIGHT, AIRTIGHT, AIRTIGHT," the other girls clap their hands and chant as Yeji gets stuffed in all her holes. "Take all this cock, you fucking bitch," you tell Yeji.

As Yeji's DP session comes to an end, you sit on the couch, Julie going back to rim your ass. "You really like that asshole, don't you?" you ask Julie as she ducks down. "Come back up," you tell Julie, sticking your cock back in her pussy and letting her show you the power of her twerking, bouncing her ass hard on your cock.

"Come here, Danny; her asshole is begging for more cock," you tell one of your friends, who promptly obliges and sticks his cock on Julie's wide-open butthole, making her the final girl to join the DP fun. "FUCKKKK," Julie screams as both your cocks pump her like a piston, clinging to Giselle's tits in her sight while both her holes get destroyed.

"FUCK ME LIKE THAT, HARDER, DON'T STOP," Julie begs as she gets double stuffed. "How do these cocks feel?" Giselle asks her. "SO FUCKING AMAZING, Julie answers, screaming as both of you stuff your cocks all the way deep in her. "OH MY GOD, YOU FUCK ME SO HARD, I'M NOT GONNA BE ABLE TO SHIT FOR A WEEK," she screams as the pounding only gets harder. "Take those dicks; show them you're an anal and DP queen," Giselle pushes her as Julie starts rolling her eyes, her holes getting sore as both your cocks attack them hard, more so than you ever did to Yeji and Giselle.

Julie's DP is over, but you guys still want more. "We aren't finished with you yet," Danny says, spanking her ass. "You said we aren't gonna shit for a week; how about we make it a month?" you tell her, letting Danny start first for another round of rough anal pounding. "OH MY GOD, THAT DICK IS SO FUCKING BIG, AHHHH," Julie screams as Danny sticks his 10-inch prick balls deep in her.

"She's got such a nice asshole; no wonder you guys want to fuck it so hard," Giselle says. "You want more dick in there?" she asks Julie. "Yes," Julie answers as you're next to take a turn in her asshole, giving your characteristic mounting on top of her. "OH MY GOD, FUCKKK," Julie screams. "She really wants some dick," Giselle says, as she also watches Yeji get pounded in her pussy while Johnny chokes her.

"FUCK, THAT DICK IS SO GOOD," Julie screams as you keep pounding her. "GIVE ME MORE, POUND THAT PUSSY," Yeji begs to Johnny as well. Giselle giggles as she watches both her friends get fucked hard. "AHHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHHH," you turn Julie into a screaming machine, showing no mercy for her asshole, knocking her out of breath. "OH MY GOD, ALL THAT DICK IN MY ASS, IT'S SO LONG, IT'S SO BIG, OH FUCK," Julie screams as you wreck her asshole, toying with her massive gape. "FUCK, YES, YES, YES," she begs.

Giselle gets back into action as she sits on Johnny's cock. But you suddenly hit her by surprise. "OH SHIT, OH SHIT, SHIT, SHIT," she screams as you go from one big ass to another, sticking your cock in her butthole for another round of DP. "Fuck, I was so tired to be that anchor guy; I need to pound some ass too," you tell her as you carry your hard pounding of Julie into her.

"THAT'S IT, THAT'S IT, GOD, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, I LOVE GETTING TWO COCKS INSIDE ME AT THE SAME TIME," Giselle screams as you clap her cheeks hard, Johnny barely moving in her pussy as you do all the action, while Yeji watches.

"How about we do some riding competition next?" Yeji asks the girls after you and Johnny finish double stuffing Giselle. After the trio bends over on the floor a little to suck more cock and eat more ass, Yeji is the first to jump, ready to ride your cock in her ass as you spank her butt. "You really missed it, didn't you?" you ask her. "Oh definitely, she answers.

"Oh Jesus, put it in me, oh fuck," Yeji begs as she lets you pump her from down low, fingering her cunt while you grope her tits. "OH MY GOD, I LOVE THAT COCK, she moans. Giselle is next, riding on Danny's pole, then Julie as she takes on Johnny. The girls alternate between bouncing on the trio of cocks and getting pumped from down low, competing to see who can move faster and squirt the hardest. Yeji takes a little time to deepthroat your cock, almost making you cum, while Julie and Giselle bounce hard on the other guys.

It's been nearly an hour, and the girls are really exhausted at this point, but you keep pumping, attacking Yeji's ass as if things had just started. Julie twerks on Johnny's cock, getting her asshole stuffed one more time. "FUCKKK," Yeji screams as she's the next girl to feel the wrath of your cock when it comes to fucking an asshole, just floating in the air while she gets her guts rearranged by your monster meat. Meanwhile, Giselle takes Danny in her pussy but lets him first in her stretched-out butthole while she rides his prick.

"OH GOD," Yeji screams as you clearly seem to be the most committed of the three guys to ass-fucking all the girls until they are sore. After a while, the girls keep taking a break, but you only transfer your wrath from Yeji's ass to her face, fucking it hard before finally letting her lick your balls. Everybody seems to be on their last legs except for you, showing formidable stamina to pound the party host's asshole, putting Yeji in a spooning position for one more round of drilling.

"MAKE ME SCREAM, BABY, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, DAMN IT, YES," Yeji screams and curses as you pound her ass nonstop, her cheeks redder than ever. You then switch to her pussy, pushing her body in your direction and continuing the fucking, her getting out of air the longer you fuck her.

"Let's go to the floor for one last round," Giselle tells the girls. Julie is the first to take it, getting on all fours on the floor as she lets Johnny fuck her ass. Giselle is next, getting on her favorite prone bone position. Yeji is busy with your balls for a bit but finally follows them.

The three girls get pounded side by side on the floor. They have taken so much cock over the past hour their entire bodies are red after screaming and moaning for so long. You three are also very close to cumming, barely able to hold it for long.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, YES, YES, YES, FUCK OUR ASSES, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!" the girls scream together. "Where should we cum?" you ask them. "How about you cum all over our host Yeji?" Giselle asks.

"YEJI, YEJI, YEJI," Giselle and Julie start to chant as the guys finish fucking and point their cocks towards the Itzy leader and soon-to-be soloist. She licks Johnny's balls and soon makes him become the first to blast his load in her face. "Feed me with that fucking cum," Yeji says as he glazes her face, letting Julie and Giselle taste his cock afterward. You come next, delivering a bullseye cumshot to Yeji that spills into Julie, Danny finishing with a strong cumshot that spills into Giselle's face.

"Share with us," Giselle and Julie ask Yeji as they stare at her bukkaked face. Yeji happily obliges, letting them clean her cum-filled face while she kisses them, you guys watching and enjoying the scene between the three.

The party is finally over; each girl heads back to their home. As Julie and Giselle embark on their group's tours, Yeji prepares the final touches of her solo, not seeing you for many months until she finally gets to hold her debut showcase and spots you.

"I missed you," you tell her.

"Let's pick up right where we left off. I want you takin' all of my air," she says.

[kiszjuli]

𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 ──── [𝐋.𝐃𝐇] 𓈒  𓈒  𓈒 

( 이동혁 ) ; 𝐟𝐞𝗺!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐝𝗼𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐜𝐤

──in which your parents had always told you to stay away from boys like haechan. boys with cocky smirks, black eye liner, bruised knuckles, and a reputation that came with warning labels. you never had a reason to listen until you were assigned to tutor him after school. it should have been simple. help him pass, get it over with. but there’s something about him that drew you in, and you didn’t want to pull away.

✦ drama, fluff/angst, slow burn(ish). forbidden love? ; tags. goodgirl!reader x badboy!haechan, suggestive, your parents are literal jerks, swearing, mentions of fighting, kissing !!, protective!haechan, corruption? but not really , lmk if i missed any !

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!! not proofread !!

▸ j.note ; woahh i didn’t expect you guys to like this gif so much but im glad you did! i hope this lives up to the rest of the strontium happy reading !! also pls pls give feedback i want to improve my writings in the best way possible and i know my writing needs a lot of work, so constructive criticism is encouraged.

▸ this is part two of two and part one can be found here .ᐟ (please read it first)

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your heart in your throat, your breath shallow as your mom stands in front of the both of you in the living room. ironically, the first time haechan was on there. she was watching you and haechan like she's just discovered the most unforgivable thing. the two of you are frozen, your lips still tingling from the kiss that was abruptly interrupted.

"what the hell was going on here?" your mom's voice cuts through the stillness, and you can see the flicker of shock and anger in her eyes. her gaze darts between you and haechan, her lips pressed into a thin line. the tension in the air is suffocating.

haechan steps back, but his eyes don't leave you. he looks like he's about to speak but holds back, his expression shifting into something unreadable.

your mom's gaze flicks from him to you. "this is what i've been worried about," she says, her voice sharp. "you're not a child anymore, but you're making reckless decisions. boys like him-they don't care about you."

your chest tightens. "you don't even know him," you reply, though your voice trembles slightly.

she shakes her head, disbelief written across her face. "i know enough." she takes a step into the room, her eyes narrowing. "you can't see it now, but you will. he's trouble, and if you keep going down this path-"

"mom, stop," you cut in, your voice rising before you can stop it. "this is my choice."

the room is thick with tension. haechan stands silently off to the side, still processing what's happening, his hands balled into fists at his sides. he's been silent, waiting for your mom to finish, but you can see the frustration on his face as she continues.

"you need to leave," your mom commands, her voice icy, cutting through the air like a knife.

haechan takes a breath, his chest rising and falling sharply. he's about to turn away, about to leave, when you step forward.

"wait," you whisper, a sharp sting of regret flooding through you. you didn't want this. you didn't want him to leave-not like this.

haechan stops, turning slowly back toward you, confusion written across his face. he doesn't speak, but the look in his eyes is soft, almost too soft for a situation like this. you take a step closer to him, your heart racing, and in a moment of vulnerability, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug.

"i'm sorry," you whisper, your voice barely audible, feeling the heat of his skin against your cheek. the words feel heavier than you expected, like a weight you didn't know you'd been carrying.

for a moment, neither of you moves, just standing there in the fragile silence of your embrace. then, he leans in slightly, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs, "i'm not going anywhere, you know."

his voice is quiet, but there's a certain determination in it that makes your heart skip a beat. you want to say something, anything, but before you can, your mom interrupts.

"you need to go," she insists, her voice breaking through the moment.

reluctantly, you pull away from haechan, your hands lingering on his shoulders for just a second longer than necessary. you glance at your mom, who's watching you with a look of disappointment, and then back at haechan.

he takes a deep breath, eyes meeting yours one last time. "i’m sorry too," he says softly, his lips curving into a small, wistful smile that only you see.

without another word, he turns toward the door. you watch him leave, the weight of your mom's disapproval heavy in the air. but just before he steps out, he pauses and looks back at you once more, his gaze full of quiet determination. it's a look that says, i'm not giving up on us, even if everything else feels like it's falling apart.

the door clicks softly behind him, and you're left standing there, your heart racing, the silence in the room almost deafening. your mom's disappointment lingers, but you can't shake the feeling that whatever this is with haechan is far from over. "what did i tell you?" your mom's voice cuts through the stillness, sharp and furious. "how did he even get in here? you are grounded for... until i say so! now go to bed. your father and i will deal with you in the morning."

well, fuck.

—

after your mother’s furious words, the weight of reality settles over you. your heart is still racing, your skin still tingling from the way haechan had touched you, but now it’s mixed with something colder. hame, fear, the undeniable knowledge that you’ve been caught.

without another word, you turn on your heel and head to your room, shutting the door a little too forcefully behind you. you lean against it, exhaling shakily, trying to process everything. grounded indefinitely. your parents furious. and yet, all you can think about is the look in haechan’s eyes before he left—the quiet promise, the way he lingered just a second longer, like he didn’t want to leave you behind.

you pace the room, hands running through your hair, restless. you’re supposed to feel regret, supposed to feel ashamed, but instead, something else burns in your chest. defiance. yearning. maybe even something close to a thrill. because for the first time in your life, you aren’t just following the rules. you’re chasing something you actually want.

climbing into bed, you grab your phone from under your pillow, half-expecting a message from haechan. nothing. you sigh, staring at the dark ceiling, but just as you’re about to put your phone away, it vibrates in your palm.

[1:42 am] haechan: you still awake sunshine?

despite everything, a small smile tugs at your lips. you hesitate, but only for a second before replying.

[1:43 am] you: i hate you.

[1:43 am] haechan: no, you don’t.

[1:44 am] you: i’m grounded until further notice.

[1:44 am] haechan: damn. worth it though, right?

[1:45 am] you: go to sleep.

[1:45 am] haechan: not until you do.

you roll your eyes, but there’s no stopping the way your lips curve up, no denying the warmth spreading through your chest. you sigh, setting your phone on your chest, staring at the ceiling. you should be panicking about what’s to come, but instead, all you feel is him.

and maybe that’s the most dangerous part of all.

—

you wake to the sound of voices just outside your door—your parents, low but firm, clearly waiting for you to come out and face them. sunlight spills through the blinds, too bright, making your room feel smaller than usual. for a moment, you consider staying in bed, pretending to still be asleep, but you know that won’t work. you’re trapped, and you might as well get it over with.

dragging yourself out of bed, you pull on a hoodie over your sleep shirt and take a deep breath before opening the door. your parents are already at the kitchen table, your mom with her arms crossed tightly over her chest, your dad with a weary look, like he’s already disappointed before you’ve even said a word.

“sit.” your mom’s voice is clipped, no room for argument.

you sit.

the silence is heavy, thick with tension. then she takes a deep breath

“what were you thinking?” your mom demands, shaking her head. “letting that boy into your room, sneaking around behind our backs—do you have any idea how reckless that is?”

you bite the inside of your cheek, gripping the hem of your hoodie. “nothing happened.”

your dad exhales sharply, rubbing his temple. “nothing happened this time, because i walked in. but what about next time? do you even know what kind of trouble you’re getting yourself into?”

trouble. the word lingers in the air like smoke. you’ve heard it before, always in the same breath as haechan’s name. boys like him were nothing but trouble. you know that’s what they think. maybe it should be what you think too.

“we’ve warned you about him,” your mom continues, voice softer now, but no less serious. “he’s not—he’s not the kind of boy you should be involved with.”

you flinch, something defensive curling in your chest. “you don’t even know him.”

“we don’t need to know him,” your dad says, exasperated. “his reputation speaks for itself.”

you shake your head, frustration bubbling up. they don’t understand. they never have. if they knew the way he looked at you, the way he made you feel alive in a way nothing else ever had, maybe they wouldn’t be so quick to judge.

but they won’t listen. they never do.

your mom’s words settle like a weight on your chest. “you’re grounded. no phone, no going out. and we don’t want to hear another word about him.”

you stare at the table, jaw tight. the sessions were already over, but that wasn’t really the point. they wanted him out of your life completely. like he was some kind of bad habit you just needed to quit. like he wasn’t already tangled up in your thoughts, in your pulse, in the way your skin still burned from where he touched you.

“do you understand?” your dad asks, voice even but firm.

you swallow hard and nod, because it’s easier than fighting. because you know they won’t listen.

but as you sit there, hands clenched in your lap, you realize something.

they can take away your phone. they can take away your freedom. they can make rules and set curfews and keep a close eye on you.

but they can’t change what’s already happened.

they can’t change you.

—

monday feels different.

the hallways are the same, the usual chaos of students dragging themselves through the first day back after break, but you feel off. like you’re walking through a version of your life that doesn’t quite fit anymore.

it’s the lack of your phone, mostly. no morning texts, no unread messages waiting for you, no way to check if he even tried to reach out again. your parents had taken it first thing saturday morning, and the silence had settled in fast.

you tell yourself it doesn’t matter. that a few missed texts aren’t the end of the world. but as you step into the building, scanning the crowd without meaning to, you already know who you’re looking for.

and then—there he is.

leaning against the lockers like he always does, dressed in a black hoodie and ripped jeans, arms crossed, head tilted slightly as he listens to something one of his friends is saying. but his eyes aren’t on them.

they’re on you.

your breath catches, your steps faltering just slightly before you force yourself to keep moving. to act like everything is fine, like your parents didn’t just rip away the one thing tethering you to him over break.

but then he pushes off the lockers, shoving his hands into his pockets as he starts toward you, gaze dark and unreadable.

you barely make it to your locker before he’s there, sliding in beside you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“so,” he drawls, leaning in slightly, voice low enough that only you can hear. “thought you were dead for a second.”

you sigh, spinning your lock with unnecessary force. “my parents took my phone.”

he hums, like that explains everything.

“figured they’d do something like that,” he says, and when you glance at him, there’s something knowing in his expression, something frustrated. “so what, they think ignoring me is gonna make me disappear?”

you exhale sharply, finally yanking your locker open. “i don’t know what they think.”

he watches you for a second, then suddenly reaches out, fingers brushing against your wrist before you can move away. it’s quick, barely even a touch, but it’s enough to make you freeze.

“meet me after school,” he murmurs. it’s not a question.

you hesitate. it’s stupid, reckless. risky. and you should probably say no.

but you don’t.

you just nod.

—

the rest of the day crawls by, every second stretching longer than it should. you go through the motions—taking notes, nodding at the right times, pretending to listen—but your mind is elsewhere. stuck on him. on what you agreed to. on the way his fingers skimmed your wrist like he knew you wouldn’t pull away.

when the final bell rings, your heart stutters.

you could go home. act like today was normal, like nothing is pulling you in the opposite direction. but your feet have already made the choice for you, carrying you through the crowded halls, out the side doors where the air is crisp with early spring.

he’s there, waiting. leaning against the brick wall, one foot propped up behind him, hoodie pulled over his head. but the second you step outside, he straightens, dark eyes locking onto yours.

“thought you might chicken out,” he muses, lips curling at the corners.

you cross your arms, tilting your head. “thought you might get bored and leave.”

he grins, slow and lazy, but there’s something sharper beneath it. “not a chance.”

you exhale, glancing around. “so? where are we going?”

he nods toward the parking lot. “just walk with me.”

you hesitate. not because you don’t want to—because you do, more than you should. but this is dangerous, walking this line when you know exactly where it leads.

then his fingers brush yours again, like earlier, but this time he doesn’t pull away. just hooks his pinky around yours, barely holding on, like he’s leaving the choice up to you.

“come on, sunshine,” he murmurs, voice quieter now, rough at the edges. “just for a little.”

and that’s all it takes.

you don’t say anything, just step forward, closing that last bit of space between you. letting him lead you somewhere you probably shouldn’t go.

—

he leads you deeper into the park, past the usual paths and toward a hidden trail. the air shifts around you, growing quieter as the city noises fade into the distance. soon, you find yourself surrounded by towering trees, their branches swaying gently, the leaves rustling softly as though the earth itself is breathing with you.

you stop at the edge of a small pond, its still surface reflecting the warm, amber glow of the early afternoon sun. everything around it seems to settle into a peaceful hush, as if the world outside this moment has no place here.

he turns to you, and for a second, you’re not sure whether he’s showing you the pond for your sake or his. “this is where i come when i need to clear my head,” he says, his voice lower now, almost reverent. he gestures toward the water, his gaze lingering on the surface. “it’s quiet. no one bothers me here. i can just think.”

you take a deep breath, inhaling the earthy, fresh air. it’s hard to reconcile this calm, serene version of him with the boy who’s been impulsive, reckless, and unpredictable. yet, somehow, it feels right. this side of him, this peace.

“i didn’t think you’d have a place like this,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

he glances at you, a small, almost sad smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “no one ever does,” he says, a glint of something dark flickering behind his eyes. “that’s kinda the point.”

the way he says it makes your stomach flip, and you can’t quite put your finger on why. maybe it’s the vulnerability that tugs at the edges of his words or the way he’s letting you see a part of him no one else does.

for a moment, you think he might say something more, but he simply steps a little closer, his hand brushing yours. the touch is casual, but it sends a spark of warmth shooting through you, a connection that seems to hum between you both.

“do you wanna see something else?” he asks, his voice dropping even lower, and there’s a soft challenge in his tone that makes you want to lean in, to see more, to feel more.

you nod, unable to resist. you find yourself drawn to him in ways you can’t explain, your breath catching when he doesn’t pull back. instead, he closes the gap between you, moving closer until the air between you thickens, charged with something unspoken.

his eyes lock with yours, and there’s something about the way he looks at you that sends your heart into a wild, erratic beat. he tilts his head slightly, and before you can think twice, his lips are on yours.

the kiss is soft at first, like he’s hesitant. but it doesn’t stay that way for long. as his hands find your waist, pulling you closer, the kiss deepens, the heat between you both growing with every brush of lips, every soft gasp that escapes. his fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you nearer, and your hands instinctively clutch at his hoodie, feeling the warmth of his chest against yours.

your heart races, the world around you nothing but the press of his lips, the warmth of his touch. you break away for a moment, gasping for air, but his forehead rests against yours, his breath coming in uneven bursts.

and then, he speaks, his voice low and rough. “i shouldn’t want this,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks. “but i do. i want you.”

his words make your stomach flip, the intensity of them washing over you in waves. something about the rawness in his voice, the honesty, catches you off guard.

you swallow, trying to steady yourself. “i want this too,” you whisper back, your voice barely audible, like you’re afraid the moment will shatter if you speak too loudly.

there’s a quiet beat, just the two of you, caught in this fragile space between wanting and hesitation. but then, he presses another kiss to your lips, and you forget everything except the feel of him, the way his touch makes everything else fall away.

when you finally pull apart, breathless, he smiles—a small, almost wistful thing. “i think this place is special for more than one reason now,” he says, voice laced with an emotion you can’t quite place.

you smile back, though your heart is still racing. “yeah,” you whisper. “it is.”

—

that night, when the house is dark and quiet, you barely hear the sound of him climbing up the tree until there’s a soft thud against your window. your heart stutters in your chest as you rush over, pushing it open just in time to see him balance himself on the ledge.

the moment haechan lands in your room with a quiet thump, you glare at him, arms crossed. “you’re unbelievable,” you whisper harshly. “do you have any idea how much trouble i’d be in if we got caught?”

he grins, completely unfazed. “but we did get caught.”

you smack his arm, making him flinch. “not the point.”

he raises his hands in surrender, but the smirk stays. “yes, ma’am.”

you roll your eyes, ignoring the way your stomach flips at his teasing tone. “you’re impossible.”

“and yet, you still let me in.”

you don’t have a response to that, so you just sigh, motioning toward your bed. “sit down before you break something.”

he flops onto the mattress with a little too much enthusiasm, making you shake your head as you sit beside him. the room is quiet except for the hum of the night outside, the occasional rustle of leaves from the tree he just climbed. neither of you say anything for a moment, but you can feel the shift in his energy—less playful, more… tired.

“so,” you say softly, “what are you really doing here?”

he exhales, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling. “couldn’t sleep.”

you glance at him, catching the way his jaw tightens before he looks away. “bad night?”

“something like that.”

his voice is quieter now, stripped of its usual bravado, and it makes your chest ache. you hesitate for a second before shifting slightly closer, your fingers barely grazing his on the comforter.

he notices. you feel it in the way his hand twitches, in the way he inhales just a little sharper. but he doesn’t pull away. instead, his pinky moves just the slightest bit, brushing against yours again.

“you ever feel like you’re running full speed toward a cliff,” he murmurs, “and you can’t stop?”

you swallow. “yeah.”

he huffs out a breath, shaking his head. “i don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“there’s nothing wrong with you.”

he lets out a low, humorless chuckle. “you’re the only person who thinks that.”

you turn to look at him, really look at him, and for once, he doesn’t hide. his guard is down, his eyes raw with something you can’t quite name. and in that moment, he’s not the reckless boy who teases you endlessly, who smirks like he owns the world. he’s just a boy who’s trying to keep himself together.

you shift your pinky again, letting it hook around his for the briefest second before pulling away. his fingers twitch, like he wants to chase the touch, but he stays still.

“you’re not running off that cliff alone,” you murmur.

his throat bobs as he swallows, eyes flickering to your face. “you make it really hard to stay away, sunshine.”

you don’t know what to say to that, so you don’t say anything at all. you just sit there in the dim glow of your room, fingers barely brushing, hearts quietly syncing to the same rhythm.

—

the next school morning felt different.

it’s been just a few nights since you let haechan in through your window, since he talked to you so deeply; revealing himself to you in a way you never thought he would. you felt something deeper than just adrenaline when you whispered that you wanted him there. and now, stepping into school, that night feels fragile, like something you shouldn’t have touched, something that shouldn’t have followed you into the daylight.

because now the whispers have grown louder.

“did you hear? they were together again over the weekend.”

“she sneaks out with him. she’s not as innocent as she acts.”

“it’s cute how she thinks she’s different.”

you keep your head down, fingers curled tightly around the strap of your bag, trying to push past it. but it’s everywhere. in the halls, in the classroom, even when you sit down with your friends at lunch—where, for the first time, the usual chatter dies down when you approach.

“so,” giselle starts carefully, “is it true?”

“what?” your voice comes out sharper than intended.

“you and haechan.”

your stomach twists. you already know there’s no right answer. deny it, and you sound guilty. confirm it, and they’ll pick it apart.

“we just study together, karina, you know that,” you say evenly. “that’s it.”

a look is exchanged, one that makes your skin prickle.

“you don’t have to lie,” winter says. “we’re just… looking out for you.”

“looking out for me?” you let out a sharp laugh. “for what?”

“we’re just saying,” giselle chimes back in, quieter, hesitant. “he has a… reputation. you know that.”

“i know him,” you counter.

“do you?”

you don’t answer. you don’t need to. the air shifts awkwardly, and lunch carries on, but the words stick.

by the time the final bell rings, you feel raw, rubbed down by a day of passing glances and quiet judgments. you don’t know what’s worse—the people who whisper like you can’t hear them, or the ones who make sure you do.

you’re halfway to the front doors when someone else’s words catch your ear.

“he’s just playing with her. like he does with everyone.”

your breath stumbles.

“he gets bored fast. wonder how long she’ll last.”

yourchest tightens. you know you shouldn’t care. you know it’s just talk. but it digs in anyway, settling like lead in your stomach.

then a voice pulls you out of it.

“sunshine.”

you turn. haechan’s waiting near the steps, hands tucked into his pockets, eyes flicking over you like he can tell something’s off.

“hey,” he says, stepping closer. “you good?”

“fine.” it’s automatic, too quick. his brows pinch slightly, but he doesn’t push.

“come with me,” he says instead, nudging his head toward the doors. “let’s get out of here for a bit.”

you hesitate. for the first time, you aren’t sure if you want to go. because you can still hear their words. and worse—you can’t shake the fear that maybe they’re right.

but then you meet his eyes, warm and steady despite everything, and that fear doesn’t seem so loud anymore.

“okay,” you say.

and just like that, you follow him out.

—

he takes you somewhere quiet. away from the school, away from the weight of a thousand glances and whispers pressing down on you.

it’s a small clearing just past the neighborhood, tucked behind a line of trees, where the ground slopes gently toward a creek. the sky is wide here, open, stretching endless above you in soft hues of late afternoon.

“is this where you spend some of your time too?” you ask, looking around.

“one of the places.” haechan drops down onto the grass, leaning back on his palms. “not a bad spot, huh?”

“no,” you admit, sitting beside him. “it’s pretty.”

he grins. “figured you’d like it. you have that whole… poetic, pretty-things type of vibe.”

“oh, do i?” you glance at him.

“mhm.” he shifts closer, voice dropping slightly. “that’s why you like me, right?”

your stomach flips. you don’t answer, but the way you go quiet gives you away. his grin widens.

“i knew it.”

“shut up,” you mutter, shoving his shoulder lightly.

he laughs, but the teasing fades after a moment, leaving something quieter in its place.

“you don’t have to listen to them, you know.”

you tense. you don’t ask who he means—you both know.

“they don’t know me,” he says, eyes still on the sky. “not really. but you do.”

“do i?” the words slip out before you can stop them, laced with something you don’t quite recognize.

it makes him pause.

“do you think they’re right?” he asks after a moment, voice unreadable. “that i’m just messing around?”

you turn toward him. his expression is calm, but there’s something underneath it, something waiting.

you should say no. you should tell him that you trust him, that you don’t care what anyone else says.

but the doubt is still there, tangled up in everything else you feel for him.

“i don’t know,” you whisper.

his jaw tightens. he looks away.

the silence stretches, thick and heavy. your heart pounds.

and then, before you can stop yourself, the question leaves your lips.

“what are we, haechan?”

he stills.

for a long moment, he doesn’t answer. just watches you, his gaze flickering over your face like he’s searching for something.

then, slowly, he exhales.

“we’re whatever you want us to be.”

you blink. “what?”

he shifts closer, so close that you feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek. “if you want this to be nothing, i’ll leave it alone. if you want me to be just some guy you tutored, i’ll deal with it.”

his fingers reach for yours, tentative, brushing against your knuckles.

“but if you want more…” he trails off, voice low, gaze flickering down to your lips before meeting your eyes again.

your heart is a drum against your ribs.

“what if i don’t know what i want?” you whisper.

he lets out a quiet laugh, almost breathless. “then tell me what you do know.”

you swallow, pulse thrumming as you feel his fingers slowly interlace with yours.

“i know i don’t want you to be just some guy i tutored.”

his grip on your hand tightens.

“then you’ve already answered your own question, sunshine.”

the nickname is soft, almost reverent. and before you can second-guess it, before you can let the fear creep in, you squeeze his hand back.

he smiles—one of those small, secret ones, like you’ve just given him something he thought he’d never have.

and for now, that’s enough.

—

the evening was calm, the sun dipping lower in the sky as you walk with haechan beside you. the two of you had just finished the day at school, chatting and laughing, not realizing how close you were to your house until you were almost at the front steps. everything felt normal, easy, the way it had been recently, and you couldn’t have imagined what was about to happen.

you notice them—your mom and dad—standing in the doorway, watching. your stomach drops and you instinctively grip haechan’s hand tighter. his smile fades when he feels the change in you, his attention shifting to what you’re looking at.

“shit,” you mutter, but keep walking, praying they won’t notice you until you get inside. but just as you reach the steps, your mother’s voice cuts through the quiet air. “what did i tell you?” it’s sharp and furious, each word heavy with the threat of anger. “what is he doing here?”

you freeze. your dad steps into view beside her, arms crossed. his posture alone is enough to make your heart race.

“mom, i…” you start, but you’re immediately cut off.

“no excuses,” she snaps, voice dripping with disdain. “you think i don’t know what you’ve been doing? sneaking around with him? what do you think you’re doing?”

“mom, i—” you try again, but her dad’s icy glare silences you.

“you’re still grounded,” he says in a low, dangerous tone. “go inside. now.”

you glance at haechan. he’s standing beside you, quiet, his hands shoved into his pockets. he doesn’t know what to do. he probably doesn’t even know if he’s allowed to say anything.

your mom turns to him, her face contorting with barely-contained fury. “you. what are you doing here? you have no business with my daughter.”

“i’m not causing any trouble,” he says quietly, but his words hang in the air, useless against the tension.

“no,” your mother snaps, “you’re not just causing trouble, you’re ruining everything. you don’t belong here.”

you can feel the heat rising inside you, the pressure of everything that’s been building in the last few days, and you can’t hold it in anymore. “stop,” you say, your voice trembling but strong. “i—”

and then, before you can stop it, the words slip out, raw and unfiltered. “i love him.”

the air around you freezes. your mom’s eyes widen, her mouth parting slightly in shock. she takes a step back, clearly not understanding what she’s hearing. it was the first time you ever said it, hell even thought it. but it felt right.

“what did you just say?” her voice is cold now, sharp as a knife.

“i said it,” you repeat, but your voice is barely above a whisper. “i love him.”

her mother stares at you, disbelief and disgust flashing across her face. “you don’t know what you’re talking about. you’re just a kid, and you think you love him?” she sneers, voice full of derision. “you don’t know anything about love. this… this is just a phase. and he—he is not good for you.”

your dad doesn’t speak. he just stands there, arms crossed, his silence just as loud as your mom’s words. you feel yourself shrinking under their gaze, as if everything inside you is getting smaller, more insignificant.

“you will not see him again. do you understand me?” your mother’s voice rises now, almost breaking with fury. “you are grounded, and this… whatever you think this is, it ends now.”

“i love him,” you whisper again, more firmly this time, trying to hold onto something—anything—before everything falls apart. “i love him.”

“no,” your mother spits, “you don’t. and you will forget him. you will go to your room. and you will stay there. i won’t have this in my house.”

haechan looks at you, his face unreadable. the words you shared earlier seem to echo in his eyes, but something changes in him. he takes a small step back, like he’s retreating from something, unsure how to fix this.

“i think it’s better if i go,” he mutters, his voice tight, as he begins to pull away. “i don’t want to make things worse for you.”

before you can stop him, he’s turning, walking away. you reach out, your hand grasping for his wrist, but he pulls away gently, avoiding your gaze. “no..haechan,” you say, your voice shaking. “please. don’t leave.”

he doesn’t respond immediately, just looks at you for a long, agonizing moment. then he lets out a shaky sigh and turns to leave, his footsteps growing fainter as he walks away from you.

you stand frozen on the front steps, your heart racing. your mom’s voice cuts through the silence again. “you’ll go to your room. and you’ll stay there. you will not see him again. do you understand me?”

you can’t even answer, your throat tight, your mind spiraling. without saying another word, you walk silently into the house, up to your room, and shut the door behind you. hard

you sit there, the weight of your mother’s words crushing you. her disapproval and disappointment are suffocating, and you can feel the space between you and haechan growing larger with every passing second.

but the hardest part? the hardest part is knowing that you love him, and yet, here you are, too afraid to reach for him because of everything that’s standing in the way.

—

it’s been a few days since the argument with your parents. the silence between you and haechan feels heavy, almost suffocating. you can’t stop thinking about him, but you haven’t been able to reach him either. you’re grounded, no phone, and it’s like a piece of you is missing.

you’re sitting in your room, staring at the wall in front of your bed, when you hear a light tap. your heart races. you hurry over, parting the curtains to find haechan standing there, looking just as conflicted as you feel. he looks tired—like he hasn’t been able to sleep—but his eyes light up when they meet yours.

you open the window quickly, and without a word, he climbs inside. it’s the same familiar move, but there’s something different now. there’s an unspoken tension between you both, a hesitation in the way he moves toward you.

he steps closer but stops when he sees you retreat a little, like you’re unsure whether to welcome him or pull away. there’s a beat of silence before he speaks, his voice softer than usual.

“i couldn’t stay away,” he admits, running a hand through his messy hair. “but i didn’t want to make things worse. i thought… maybe i was doing the right thing.”

you meet his gaze, and for a moment, you both just look at each other. there’s no need for more words. you can tell he’s been thinking about this as much as you have. but there’s still the weight of your parents’ words, their expectations, hanging in the air. and you know they would never approve. you’re supposed to stay away from him.

“i don’t know why i’m even here,” he murmurs, eyes flickering down for a moment. “i knew things were gonna get messy.”

you step forward then, frustration and confusion bubbling inside you. “you left me hanging, haechan. i didn’t hear from you, i didn’t—”

“i know,” he interrupts, his voice laced with guilt. “but i thought maybe you’d be better off without me. i didn’t want to drag you into my mess.”

you don’t know how to respond to that. you want to be angry, but the truth is, you feel the same confusion. you wanted to hear from him. you missed him. but it’s hard to ignore the fact that your parents would never understand this. would never approve.

he takes a deep breath and steps closer again, almost as if he’s bracing himself. his fingers twitch at his sides, unsure of whether to reach out or not. you know the pull between you is undeniable, but there’s still a wall between you, the one built by fear and responsibility.

“i can’t stop thinking about you,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “i thought i could, but i can’t.”

you swallow hard, your chest tightening. “i can’t ignore everything, haechan. my parents—they won’t let this happen.”

he looks down, disappointment flickering in his eyes. then, slowly, he lifts his gaze to yours again. “i didn’t want to make things harder for you. i didn’t want to be the one who messed up your life.”

you feel a knot in your stomach. his words sting, but it’s clear that he’s not giving up. and neither are you.

“then why are you here?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

his answer isn’t one you expect. he steps forward and brushes a loose strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle, almost reverent. “because even if i shouldn’t, i can’t stay away. i don’t know how to.”

the words hang between you, unsaid but understood. your heart beats faster in your chest, and for the first time since the argument, you feel something other than confusion or anger.

“i can’t either,” you admit, your voice low.

before you can say anything else, haechan closes the distance, pressing his lips gently to yours. it’s tentative, careful, like he’s afraid you’ll pull away at any moment. but you don’t. you kiss him back, softly at first, savoring the moment, the closeness. and for a brief moment, the world outside seems to disappear.

when you pull away, you both stand there, breaths mingling. he looks at you, searching your face, as if trying to make sure he hasn’t crossed a line.

“i’ll make things right,” he says quietly, his voice filled with resolve. “somehow. i don’t want to lose you.”

you take a deep breath, the weight of the situation sinking in. your parents’ disapproval, the complications, the risks—it’s all still there, but in this moment, you can’t bring yourself to push him away.

“i don’t know what’s going to happen,” you murmur, your hand brushing lightly against his. “but i can’t stop wanting this. wanting you.”

he gives a small, bittersweet smile. “then we’ll figure it out together. i promise.”

and just like that, you feel the tension between you ease, even if only for a moment. the future is uncertain, but right now, all that matters is the warmth of his touch, the closeness you feel, and the quiet promise of something more between you two.

—

the tension in the living room is suffocating. it’s been a week since the small talk with haechan in your room. you two had been interacting a lot less at school, yet here you both were. your parents sit stiffly on the couch, their eyes locked onto haechan as if he’s something they need to purge from your life. he stands in front of them, his hands curled into loose fists at his sides, but he doesn’t lash out. doesn’t scoff or roll his eyes like they expect him to.

his usual confidence is still there, but tonight, there’s something else underneath it. something raw, something desperate. because this isn’t just about proving himself to your parents. it’s about proving himself to you, too. proving that he’s worth fighting for.

“this needs to stop,” your father says, his voice firm. “you sneaking around with him. whatever this is. it’s done.”

your mother shakes her head, exhaling sharply. “you don’t see it now, but this isn’t love. boys like him don’t stick around.”

boys like him.

haechan’s jaw clenches. he’s heard those words before, from teachers, from people in town, from kids at school who assumed they knew everything about him. reckless. dangerous. a mistake waiting to happen. but it’s different coming from your parents, because this time, it actually matters.

“you don’t know me,” he says, voice steady but edged with frustration. “you only see what you want to see.”

your mom crosses her arms. “oh, so tell us, then. tell us why we should believe you’re any different.” you eye her as she speaks so sharply to him.

please just give him a chance.

haechan hesitates for just a second, and your heart clenches. because you know he hates doing this. hates explaining himself to people who have already made up their minds. but he does it anyway. for you.

“i know i don’t look like the kind of guy you want your daughter with,” he says, voice quieter now, but no less firm. “i know i don’t come from some perfect family, and i know i’ve made mistakes. but i swear to you, i—i’m trying.” he swallows hard, his gaze flicking to you before going back to them. “i’m trying to be better. for her.”

your mother’s lips press into a thin line. “people don’t change overnight.”

“i’m not asking you to believe me overnight,” haechan says, his voice stronger now. “i’m just asking you to see me the way she does. not as some lost cause, but as someone who cares about her more than you could ever understand.”

silence stretches between all of you. your father looks away, exhaling through his nose. your mother’s expression is unreadable. you know they don’t fully accept him—not yet. maybe they never will. but there’s something in their faces that wasn’t there before. doubt. hesitation. a crack in the walls they’ve built around the idea of who he is.

your mother sighs, rubbing her temples. “this… this is a lot. i don’t know what to do with this right now.”

your father doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t push the conversation further either.

it’s not approval. not even close. but it’s not outright rejection either.

haechan shifts beside you, his fingers brushing against yours—not holding, just there. grounding.

“can i…talk to her alone?” he asks.

your parents exchange a glance, and for a moment, you think they’ll say no. but then your mom sighs again, pinching the bridge of her nose. “five minutes.”

you don’t wait for them to change their minds, grabbing haechan’s wrist and tugging him down the hall to the guest bedroom. the moment the door clicks shut, you turn to him, taking him in—his disheveled hair, the way his rings catch the dim light, the way his shoulders are still tense.

—

the tension lingers even after your parents leave the room, their quiet murmurs fading down the hall. you stand there with haechan, his fingers still loosely tangled with yours, the weight of everything pressing down on you both.

he exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair before letting out a soft chuckle. “well… that went great, huh?”

you give him a look, half-exasperated, half-affectionate. “you really don’t know when to shut up, do you?”

he grins, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “nah, guess not.”

you squeeze his hand, grounding him. “thank you. for standing up for yourself. for… for me.”

his expression shifts, something softer taking over. his thumb brushes over the back of your hand. “i meant everything i said,” he murmurs. “every damn word.”

there’s a beat of silence, heavy with unspoken things. then, without thinking, you step forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders , pressing your face into his neck. he hesitates for half a second before melting into you, his arms coming up to hold you like he’s afraid to let go.

“i don’t know how this is gonna end,” you whisper.

haechan swallows hard, his fingers tracing absentminded patterns on your back. “me neither,” he admits. “but i know one thing.”

you pull back just enough to meet his gaze. “what?”

“that i love you,” his lips quirk into a small, lopsided smile—one that still holds a trace of mischief, but there’s something deeper beneath it. something real. “and i’m not letting you go that easily.”

your heart stumbles over itself, and before you can second-guess it, you surge forward, kissing him with every ounce of feeling you can’t put into words.

he responds instantly, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. the kiss is slow, lingering, like a promise neither of you are willing to break.

when you finally pull away, your forehead resting against his, you whisper, “we’re kind of doomed, aren’t we?”

he huffs a quiet laugh, his breath warm against your lips. “probably. but at least we’re doomed together.”

and somehow, despite everything, that feels like enough.

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▸ taggies ; @ikykyuno @ashopatata @tynivr @ilujkm @maiyhw @413cl @flaminghotyourmom @yunjinsart @theandypark @nae-vm @czennilove — i hope this was everyone <3

▸ big thank you to everyone who left feedback on the first part ily guys :(

[runes-menagerie]

Astarion kept up the soothing stroking of his free hand while also adding a bit more pressure just before each spank both as a warning and to help keep the Tiefling still to prevent any accidents. He didn't particularly want to find out what would happen if he spanked the base of the Tiefling's tail for instance. Not that he thought something terrible would happen, especially since it was clear that wasn't where he was aiming. Still, it wasn't something he wanted to experiment with at the moment.

"Good boy, you're starting to feel it now aren't you? Just keep counting like a good boy and don't worry about anything else." He instructed soothingly, waiting a moment before continuing with the spanking. He was sure to alternate the sides while also watching for any signs that he was using too much strength. It was hard to tell with how dark the warlock's skin was but he thought the amount of color change was what it should be. Worst case they did have potions and that amulet.

The hand on his back was a comfort, it was a reinsurance that Astarion meant to keep him safe, even if this was a punishment and yet it was so good. The first spank had a nice ring to his ears and gave a nice little burn to his behind, shading a bit darker than it originally was.

With the second spank on the other cheek, the Tiefling let out another moan. “Two…” His breathing slightly increased and his tail did something he had no control over, so in order to prevent his tail from getting caught, he curled his tail around his own wrist as he didn’t want to hold it and end up squeezing too hard.

The third was another smack on the cheek which got the first one. Now that was a little different than the first two. Adding a stinging to an already slightly more sensitive section had him slip a sound between a moan and a yelp. “T-three…”

[xclowniex]

I saw a post going "why are people defending the dude from Columbia uni who was arrested for antisemitism"

And I didn't want to derail that post, however no one that I've seen at least, is defending him.

I 100% think that antisemites should face consequences for being antisemitic. You can't fuck around without finding out.

However, what a lot of jews concerns are is A) how is this going to affect jews and antisemitic views held and B) human rights are still human rights

To elaborate on A, what trump is doing, isn't because he cares about jews or stopping antisemitism. As I and many others have pointed out, Trump is very pointingly trying to use jews as a scapegoat. That's why he started his Instagram post about the arrest with "shalom". Trump is trying to make it so instead of people going "damn I guess the government is cracking down on antisemitism", they go "those darn zionists/jews are controlling the government and causing this to happen".

So a lot of us are having to balance being happy that antisemites are being punished for antisemitism with the worry of how it will affect antisemitism in the future. If Trump did this without trying to scapegoat jews, I would be singing a tune of happiness that antisemites are getting punished. Oh and there is also the fact that it's Trump who did this which we are also having to balance because he is bad, but what he is doing does benefit us. I do not support trump, and I do not want to be perceived as supporting him because A) I don't and B) it again could lead to more antisemitism.

And to elaborate on original point B), he was arrested by ice and could be deported. I am very much of the view that if you come to a country and agree to the terms and conditions of being in that country and then go and break them, that it is fair to be deported as long as those terms and conditions are fair and not like "if u gay you get deported". However, ice has a proven track record of abusing human rights. Human rights are human rights, that's why they're call human rights. Idc if someone is an antisemite, they still deserve to have their human rights respected. And so I very much hope that the dude who got arrested, continues to have his human rights respected. Also, if his human rights aren't respected, people could use that to be antisemitic!!!

And it fucking sucks that jews are put in this position, where we cannot say how we feel without the worry that it's going to lead to antisemitism. And I also want to say that even if a jew is pro trump and against that dude having human rights, it is not the cause of antisemitism, antisemites are always the cause of antisemitism. However that does not erase the complex feelings a jew may have regarding the matter.

Lastly, I will also like to put the disclaimer that I'm not saying you can't be upset at how many jews have reacted to what is going on, I am hoping to just give some perspective on why some of us are responding the way we are.

[thevoidscreams]

Another request for Mating Press March?

I know you already have one Lamenter request, but they are my favorite Sad Boys and I'd like to put in another:

Your Lamenter lover finds you alive and well after thinking he witnessed your death, and proceeds to go absolutely feral.

Thanks!

Let's try this again. And hopefully I don't start TWEAKIN

Warnings: Emotion distress (For characters and writer both), rough sex, and breeding, he goes a bit nutty at the end but he fine, I swear. also lore about my oc's that no one asked for

Word count:2972

Simus could no more deny you the right to tour duty or your work then you could him his vows to the imperium or the emperor. Still he wished he knew you were anywhere else but the ground right now.

He leveled his bolter and took aim, a fine red mist replaced the head of the ork as he continued moving. Reports were coming in from his brothers. The orks had been a surface issue. And he didn't like what he was hearing over the vox.

You finished lathering a thick coating of new skin over the guardsman's leg. His stitches would hold for now and the antiseptic new skin would keep it from infection. He thanked you and got up, you sent him on his way with instructions to be careful as you cleaned up bloody rags and began to clean the mess your most recent patient had left. The tear had been ragged and hard to close, In the end his fellow guard had to give some of their blood if possible to help keep him alive. The rest made it out with far fewer injuries. Though not every one who had come to you had been as lucky. The sheet covered body of a young soldier was tucked into the back corner of the transport where it wouldn't be disturbed by you moving about.

They were gone for half an hour before the radio you kept on in case of emergencies buzzed to life, the words weren't easy to make out through a constant hum of static but what you did hear iced your blood. "Orks..only beginning...awoken.. evacuate citizens..Necrons awake."

Well, it tracked you sighed as you rushed to pack up. Simus was always worried about you being on the ground during conflicts. But this was your job, your calling. You had to struggle and strive for years in school to make it as a field surgeon and medic. Yes, you were put more close to the danger but you were also closer to all those who needed you. If you stayed on the barge, your patients might not ever make it to you for treatment.

You tried the radio again to see if you could get a hold of your lover. Nothing, the radio crackled and died before you even got a single call out. Normally you'd hear from him every two hours, but the radio had been going down constantly in the old transport you'd been allowed to commandeer as a mobile medical wing. You climbed into the driver seat and tried once then twice then a third time to turn over the engine. It didn't so much as chug or huff. You slammed your closed fist on the dash and swore. "Come on!"

"We need to get going." Gideon, one of the chapter's apothecaries spoke, peering into the transport. "I know, the damn thing won't start." You hopped out of the seat and Gideon took your pack from your shoulder and motioned to the west. "They're coming from that direction, they'll drive the orks and our forces eastward. We don't have much time." Gideon warned. "Yeah, when is there ever enough time?" You rounded the vehicle and hauled the hood open. There was nothing you could see, the machine just seemed cold, and unable to run. "What's wrong with this thing?" You growled, frustrated that your only source of somewhat safe travel had shit the bed. "I do not know. I am not a tech marine, the machine I service is the body." "Yeah well you look capable and I suppose when someone is capable you want to ask them." The old apothecary snorted. "Save your flattery for your lover."

Gideon had been working side by side with you since you joined the Lamenters. He was an old hand and he had seen his fair share of shit hit the fan. He helped you close the hood as it was too high for you to reach. He was also the only one who knew for certain that you and Simus weren't just good friends. When he'd first broached the topic with you, you'd nearly run face first into a door in your panic to leave. But he did not condemn the two of you. 'My brothers and I do not walk an easy path. If any of them can have a soft place to land at the end of the day, I wish them to have it. And if that place is you, then please, all I ask is that you be gentle to his hearts.'

With one final frustrated kick you decided to just leg it. There was blood under your fingernails, it reminded you that there was still a body in the back of the transport. You wouldn't be able to take it with you but maybe someone could collect him once all of this was over.

You needed to let someone know that you wouldn't be here, and that there was a body in need of funeral services.

 "Gideon, can you vox-" The front of his beak helm exploded into a shower of hot fragments. You swore and hit the ground as Gideon took his bolter from his side and fired into the oncoming group of orks that had crested the hill to the north west.

"Go!" Gideon shouted and you bounded up from the ground and south east, towards the town they were evacuating. However many of them there were, it couldn't have been much as Gideon caught up and hauled you from your feet, holding you like a sack of potatoes under one arm. Throne, could this day get any worse?

Simus's feet pounded the soft earth as he ran full tilt back towards the east. With his brother at his back they were seven strong. Their captain, Ulric had had to head back to the drop ships with Luchinus to seek aid for his legs. Or rather what was left of them. The captain left him with the orders to pull back and regroup to help usher the civilians to drop ships and get them into orbit. He was especially vehement that they should be careful. But Simus couldn't think about his own safety at a time like this.

He needed to get to the armored transport his hearts were pounding. With the Necrons awake this whole operation had gone from bad to worse. They needed back up.

He nearly stopped dead in his tracks, his ceramite clad feet churning us grass and mud as he slid to a stop. The transport was ahead of him. 

What was left of it anyhow. A gang of orks growled and swung at each other as they fought over the scraps of something while even more went to work dismantling the haul of the vehicle. Simus's blood went from ice to boil as he saw two of the beasts tug the mutilated torso of a human body apart like two dogs with a bone. "No." His legs felt weak and he screamed as he drew his chain blade. His brothers joined the fray as the orks turned and howled in excitement for another scrap. Raising barely cobbled together bolters and other guns. Simus cut his way through the crowd of green reeking bodies, guts and blood, splattered his armor as he wailed incoherently at the monsters around him. 'They ate her! They ATE her! Theyatehertheyatehertheyatehertheyatehertheyateher!!!!' The words repeated in his mind over and over as he cried and tore his way through body after body until he stood over a mountain of mutilated carcasses and his armor shone red as their brothers' of the blood angels.

His Sargent grabbed his shoulder and pulled him away. "Brother we must go! The people of this world still need us." "They ate her." His voice was tinny through his helmet's grill. His brother looked at what few shreds of human meat were left under all the other carnage. "I am sorry brother. I know you cared for the girl, but there will be time to grieve for her later."

He went with them. His mind and body screaming at him to turn around and retrieve you, in any sense that he could. But he followed the order to move on with numb obedience.

Gideon set you down in the safety of a ship, ready to depart for the barge in the skies above. "Was anyone able to reach him?" You asked, Gideon shook his head, he set down his ruined helm and sighed. "No, and what's worse is that we’ll be flying blind till we breach the atmosphere."

"I hope he's okay." You sighed and Gideon put an armored hand on your back. "I'm sure he'll be fine. Simus would do anything to get home to you. You know that." You did, but it didn't make you worry any less.

Outside the windows you saw a writhing tide of green and silver as orks and Necrons battled each other over the remains of your transport. "Sheesh, I hope Simus doesn't see that." You chuckled trying to bring your own mood up. Gideon got up to see to the well being of the civilians, you joined him, making sure that no one was hurt. It would help pass the time.

Simus didn't remember the trip back up. Or how long it took, or what happened between the transport and the armory where his armor was taken away to clean. His eyes burned and his legs finally gave out. An arm caught him. Captain Ulric held him up with a look of concern on his weathered face. "Brother, what ails you?" Simus just shook his head and the tears came forth, pouring from him he tried to grapple with the thought that you weren't there anymore.

Ulric's concern doubled at the display and he led Simus away to speak with him in private. He held his brother for several long minutes as he sobbed. He didn't force an answer from the younger astartes.

"I went back to the transport. I was going to get the medic to a safer place." He took a ragged breath and Ulric just held him tighter. "They got her. They were tearing her apart. The orks."

Ulric felt his chest tighten. "Simus, you cannot blame yourself for her death. We do what we can but we cannot save every person. Take heart in those we did save today and do not dwell on your failures my brother." Simus shook his head. "No, I lost her Ulric. She's gone." He wept, and Ulric did not understand. "I understand you were close to her. That she was your friend but we lose those we care about, it happens."

Simus's hands closed on Ulric's shoulders, it did not matter to him now if the captain knew, he would take whatever punishment it entailed. "I love her, Ulric. She was not just my friend. I loved her so much." He felt as if his hearts would tear themselves apart. The confession made many things fall into place for the captain. "I understand. Come, I will bring you to your chambers and you will rest. We may discuss this further later."

Ulric helped the grief-stricken Simus to his private quarters and set him on the bed. "Take some time for yourself here. You know where to find me when you are ready." SImus nodded and Ulric pressed his forehead to the top of Simus's. "We will get through this brother."

With that he left the camber and shook his head trying to clear it of his own grief, the captain saw in his eyes a pain so familiar it had nearly killed the captain once. He walked slowly, memories of another in his mind. He would do all he could, but the only way to heal was time and support. He would not tell the chapter master. He would take this secret to the grave for Simus. As any good father would.

He hadn't been in the armory, or the strategium, or even the showers. You asked every marine you passed until you rounded a corner and ran nose first into the chest plate of captain Ulric. "Oh, captain! Thank the throne, have you seen Simus, I can't find him anywhere!" The captain looked so startled as he looked over your form. "Captain?" You asked, his eyes wide he responded in barely a whisper. "His quarters." You smiled up at him, delighted. "Thank you." You zipped off before he could stop and warn you. "What on Terra is happening today?"

The door wasn't locked, you pressed your palm to the panel and it slid right open. Simus was kneeling on the floor, his face buried in the pillow you'd been sleeping soundly on not even a day earlier. His body was shaking as his body wrecked with his silent sobs. You rushed to his side without a second thought and shook his shoulder gently. "Simus, my love, what happened?" He turned so quick you could hear the bones in his neck crack. His eyes were wide and haunted, as if he was seeing a ghost. "My hearts?" His voice was hoarse as he reached for you. When his hands met a warm solid body instead of cold and empty air he cried out. His arms encircling you and crushing you against his chest. "Oh my hearts, you're alive!" He continued to weep, but this time his tears were of relief and almost disbelief. He kissed you hard, taking your breath away as he practically crushed you. You finally managed to steal a breath, and wiggled your arms free enough to return the hug. "Of course I'm alive. Why would you think I was dead?"

He pressed his face into your neck as he explained. Your heart hurts just hearing the echoes of his grief. It sank in then just how much he truly loved you, and your whole body felt warm as you knew the feeling was mutual. Simus needed to ensure that this never happened again, that he was certain that you were safe. He knew he could not demand you give up your work, it was a part of who you are. But maybe, he could delay your return to the field for a while. He wouldn't hurt you, no he could never hurt you. But he knew he didn't have to hurt you to have you put on leave. His cock twitched as he caught your scent again, this time warm and alive. Oh yes, he could do that.

His hands tugged at your clothes as he kissed you again. You found that you could not resist him, the day had just been too much and you needed him. He needed you too.

You reached for your buttons and tugged at them. A few popped off but you didn't care. Simus made quick work of your pants, they came off and he drooled at the sight of you mostly naked below him. He tore the body glove from his form to free his cock. Then he fell upon you, his mouth seeking your throat as he marked your skin, sucking dark angry red. You knew they would hurt later but you didn't care. His cock pressed at your entrance. He didn't take the time to finger you or eat you out as he normally would, this wasn't that kind of lay.

He pushed in, you hissed as your body was forced to adjust rapidly to his girth. But he didn't slow down, he needed you full of him, full of his seed. If you were with a child you couldn't be on the field, and he would know that his beloved was safe.

"My hearts~" He moaned as he pulled back and thrust into you. Your body was so warm, so wet, and so very, very alive.

His arms encircled you once more as he rutted into you, one arm behind your head to keep it from hitting the hard floor as he fucked you with reckless abandon. Your body took him so well, he thought and he had to swallow another mouthful of drool at the mental image of you heavily pregnant with his child growing inside you.

The pleasure had been dulled by pain at first but soon it was molten hot in your core and you were screaming his name as he fucked you. His teeth nibbled more bruises into your shoulder, his tongue soothing the skin after each one he made. Your fingernails dug into his back, scoring lines down his pale flesh as he took you animalistically. He'd never been this rough before, before it had been sex, love making, but now he was just ravaging you. And you loved it. You eyes rolled back and you came, your voice as hoarse as his had been from screaming his name and mindlessly begging for more.He gave you more, cumming deep within you as he continued to fuck you near to the point of breaking your mind. Again and again, until you'd been under him for so long that by the time he'd finished for the last time, you couldn't even cum again, your body simply didn't have it in you. He dragged you up from the floor admiring his handiwork. A fat rivulet of his cum gushed from your cunt and onto the floor. 'Ah, that's a shame.' Simus thought as he tucked you into bed. His body curled around you. 'Well, there's more where that came from.' He smiled and fell asleep with you in his arms. He was still not entirely sure if you were here with him, or if he'd gone mad with grief and had dreamed all this. Either way at least he got to have your warmth next to him again.

(Probably gonna make a follow up to this)

[solariex]

Animation Vs Addiction: how this could go REALLY well, or REALLY horribly

a ramble on the upcoming episode

PLEASE NOTE: i am not an expert on addictions, nor storytelling or writing, these are just my thoughts! you are free to your own opinion, take what you want, leave what you don't. also note, im writing this at midnight, excuse any typos or anything of the like.

so, to put it bluntly, i feel as if everyone is worried for how this episode is going to go, and that concern is rightfully valid !! topics like this, if not handled with the care they ensue, can go really horribly, and considering a majority of Alan's youtube fanbase is primarily children, this could leave either a positive or bad impression to them.

with things like these, there's the fine balance of "informative" and entertainment. arguably, steering too much one way or another could result in this not doing too well, in terms of the takeaway. id even like to argue that this steering too much towards informative could even be bad. lets start with that first.

WHY IS LEANING MORE ONE WAY THAN THE OTHER BAD?:

TOO ENTERTAINING: this one is the more "obvious" of how this could be bad, if the video is more in favor of being entertaining, the main takeaway wont be anything actually sustainable, blue's addiction will continue to be a running gag, and the younger audience will see it as a silly thing. this is one of the worst case scenarios

TOO IMFORMATIVE: now, you may be wondering, "why is being too informative bad ??", and it all boils down to what the audience's takeaway will be, after the video. being informative ISNT bad, but with how alan's channel is set up thus far, with storytelling animations, if its, lets say just facts on a screen, the information will be useful !! but you'll leave the video just thinking "wow, i just know facts". you won't leave with anything to make you think, or any actual connection, because the information was handed to you on a silver platter, you wont reflect on an actual story of why addiction is bad, to give you that perspective to think about. you'd just have the top 10 reasons you see when you google "why is addiction harmful??" our brains learn by doing, and experiences, even others, even in storytelling, make you empathize and connect with the character, and arguably, can be more effective than being told facts straight up. this is a reason why myths and fairytales exist, to teach a lesson without spoon feeding it.

SO, IF TOO ENTERTAINING, AND TOO INFORMATIVE IS BAD, WHATS THE BALANCE ??:

like i mentioned near the end of "too informative", the animation, for it to work well, needs to give a perspective, not facts

perspective will make the audience THINK, therefore learn, "oh, THIS is bad", showing rather than telling will help the audience make their own conclusions instead of spoon feeding it to them, which is what most of alan's channel has done with storytelling anyways.

arguably, green's influencer arc can be a decent example of this

it didn't tell you, "be careful of social media addiction" rather it showed the slow progression of green, being influenced, and how it slowly tore him apart from his friends and eventually started messing with his own wellbeing and how he ended up isolating himself, in order to prioritize content

i wouldn't say it perfectly fits the balance between informative & educational, as of how it ended with the third episode, but it definitely struck close in my opinion, at least for the second episode.

and thus, your takeaway from that is, "wow, that sucks for green, this is because he got addicted to social media !!" rather than just being told that. you got to learn alongside green as to the actual effects that can have.

ASIDE FROM THAT, WHAT ARE OTHER CONCERNS ABOUT HOW THIS COULD BE HANDLED ??

my other main concern is how its been treated in the past with the jokes, and how that might affect this upcoming video. can they turn around and turn it into a serious thing? absolutely that's possible, and there's no telling that netherwarts will even be involved in this video, it could be something entirely different, as this community post explains, blue is arguably prone to addiction in other ways than just netherwart, so it wouldn't be completely unordinary if it wasn't involved here.

HOWEVER, in my personal opinion, netherwarts or not, i do feel like however this video may go, if it resolves with blue overcoming addiction (as it most likely will), i do have the concern that blue would have this arc, and then the channel would go right back to including the netherwart addiction gag as a joke, as if the video didn't happen. does this mean i think blue shouldn't touch netherwarts after this? no, but i do feel as if there should be SOME difference in their intake of them after this, or else its just an arc for blue's character, that repeats as if it didn't happen, just for gags.

SO, HOW COULD THIS GO WELL, AFTER EXPLAINING ALL THE "WHAT-IFS" ??

if done right, this video could go well, and spread awareness, alongside expanding on blue's character. i think its great that Alan and his team are willing to tackle topics like this, and they have shown that they're able to do so, similar to green's influencer arc. i am hesitant on how it will be handled, but not in a way as to where i doubt the team's ability to portray this, moreso just due to how delicate a topic like this can be

but, overall, if they balance entertainment & education, and really implement this into blue's character instead of returning to a full force gag afterwards, i feel like it could be a good video :)) once again, these are my thoughts, my opinions, your free to your own & free to disagree with my points and ideas take what you want from this, leave what you dont !! :))

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Oops! I'll do it again-

Yuuta x Reader

NSFW fem!reader // yuuta

warnings; awkward yuuta, reader is a bit of a tease, established relationship, no explicit dynamics but reader is dom-leaning, premature ejaculation, handjob through clothes? making out, no actual smut.

Note; not that long, was definitely fun to write.

Enjoy~

Yuuta is easily flustered, that is no secret.

So when you notice from the corner of your eye the faint blush spreading over his cheeks as you rest against him, hands idly playing with the hem of his shirt, you pay it no mind, gaze remaining focused on the movie playing on the screen.

As the movie plays out, you find yourself growing more invested, simultaneously relishing in the peacefulness of this moment with your boyfriend.

Yuuta wishes he could say the same.

His mind is in overdrive, your every movement, every little shift you make sends sensations through him. You're so close, he can feel the weight of your body pressing against him as you remain calmly at his side, watching the movie play out.

He feels like his face is on fire, and he prays that it's not too obvious, acutely aware of the way your hands mess with the hem of his shirt as they rest gently over his thigh.

When your fingers move on to the drawstrings of his sweatpants, that's when he loses it. Eyes widening as they shoot to look down at your hands, casually playing with the strings, dangerously close to a certain problem that may or may not be making itself present in the near future if you don't stop soon.

His eyes shoot from your hands to the top of your head as he fails to let out any sounds, words and sentences having seemingly left his mind without a trace. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, mouth dry as his gaze locks onto your hands, watching as you do your thing.

Do you realise? Is this on purpose? Are you trying to start something??

Thoughts rush through his mind as he feels the situation between his legs stir, the outline becoming slightly more visible through the grey fabric. He notices, and immediately wishes he hadn't.

Now he not only has to worry about you noticing how red he is, but also that he's hard. Great.

He bites his lip, contemplating for a second how likely it was for him to smoothly be able to toss his shirt over it and hope for the best, but the fact that your hands are so close makes that plan fall through. You'd notice the fabric fall over your hands, wouldn't you? Not to mention, to get it over, he'd have to first inch the fabric out from under your hands... yeah no. Not gonna work.

Adjusting also wasn't an option, as that would be even more obvious, leaving him no choice but to accept his fate. He swallows, sinking slightly into the couch as he tries to steady his breathing, which is made incredibly more difficult by the gentle brush of your hands against the now prominent bulge in his pants, sending a shiver down his spine that he somehow manages to suppress.

He's only left to wonder how aware you are of the current situation.

You're aware, you have been for a while now. He's not as good at hiding things as he seems to think he is. With the way his thigh tenses and twitches every now and then, and the way his breaths hitch, it would take a new level of ignorance to not question things.

You don't say anything about it though, but you don't stop either, simply opting to continue messing with the drawstrings, though you can't help yourself and not inch your hand just a little closer.

Call it cruel curiosity, but you want to know how long it'll take before he does something about it.

It doesn't take long of course, he's already so worked up and embarrassed that it was only a matter of time until he stutters out your name, almost a desperate plea.

"Hm?"

You reply calmly, paying no mind to the way he shudders upon hearing it, holding back a smile as you feel a small twitch against your hand.

"uh... you- you're um..."

You turn your head to face him, chin resting on his shoulder. For the first time tonight, you see his face front on. He's blushing like crazy, which you were already aware of, but the expression you're met with can only be described as purely frantic.

His eyes wide, flicking over your face as he tries to find words again. There is no denying he's a mess, and you're the reason.

It takes every inch of self control in you to not grin at the display, and even more self control not to move your hand to straight up palm him.

"Yuuta?"

You keep your voice even, but a hint of mischief comes through anyway, and that tells him all he needed to know. He lets out a shaky breath, bottom lip sticking out ever so slightly in a small pout as he averts his gaze.

"Stop teasing me..."

Hearing his quiet plea makes it impossible to keep up the act, and you finally let out a grin. He may not be able to see it, but he just knew it was there.

You look over the side of his face, leaning up and pressing a peck to his cheek as your hand slides over the smooth fabric of his pants, finally pressing your palm over him directly.

He lets out a strangled groan, closing his eyes and throwing his head back, finally feeling the stimulation he so craved. He feels you shift slightly, but it's not until he feels your boobs press to his upper arm that his eyes fly open and he meets your gaze once more.

You meet him with your lips pressing to his and he lets out another groan, lips moving against yours as he attempts to match your rhythm, moaning into your mouth as he feels your tongue dart out to meet his.

He's always been easy like this, at least when it came to you.

It didn't take much to work him up, and it took even less to get him to fully surrender. Your hand pressing over him more firmly elicits another noise from him which you gladly catch in your mouth, taking his bottom lip between yours as you feel him stir under you.

You toss one leg over his, hips now hovering over his thigh as your hand grips him through the fabric of his pants, the other moving to hold his jaw as your lips press right back to his, giving him no time to even properly react.

Not that he minded, of course.

His lips press right back against yours, matching the movements your tongue makes against his, occasionally letting out muffled noises. His hips press up against your hand slightly, almost instinctively reacting to it.

You pull away slightly, fingers sliding up to hook into the waistband of his pants. Your gaze remains on his, watching as he catches his breath, completely red in the face and mouth slightly agape as he stares back at you.

"Need a hand?"

You grin up at him, the hand from his jaw moves to brush through his hair as he shrinks in on himself slightly, averting his gaze.

"Might... be a bit late for that..."

You blink at him, before letting out a small giggle and throwing your arms against him, pressing your lips to his cheek.

"Oh you're adorable~"

You purr between kisses, and he can't help but smile.

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[cor-obscenum]

Step-Papas

Author's note: this is a different fic from my usual stuff, because I just wanted to write fluff about the Papas holding babies and being adorable. Inspired by real-life hospital volunteers who cuddle and comfort babies at neonatal ICUs. (Maybe I'm having a bit of baby fever).

Pairing: gen (no pairing)

Summary: after retirement, the Papas decide to fill their time caring for some of the most vulnerable members of the Clergy: ghoul kits.

Contents: SFW, just tooth-rotting fluff, Papas being surrogate dads and total softies.

Word count: 1140

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“I have to do everything around this Ministry, dammit!” Copia whispered under his breath, walking quickly down the hallway. Being Frater Imperator had its prestige, sure, but it naturally came with responsibilities, and that included doing the less pleasant tasks.

The call came from the Ministry’s daycare, where the ghoul parents left their kits while they worked. More specifically, the nursery, with the youngest ones. Copia had mixed feelings about this part of the congregation: on the one hand, the kits were cute, but on the other, they cried and peed and pooped like any other baby. The task of caring for the little ones was noble, but it was also laborious and expensive, and Satan knows how many pounds of dirty diapers were discarded every day.

He arrived at the pastel-colored and cartoon character-covered room, careful not to make any loud noise that could startle the kits. Naturally, there was a choir of crying in the background - the high-pitched, catlike mewling that was so typical of ghoul kits. Copia tried his best not to be fazed by the cries as he greeted the incumbent Sister of Sin that oversaw the nursery:

“Good morning, Sister Lucretia. What seems to be the problem here?”

“Oh, thank Satanas you came, Frater.” The kind middle-aged woman smiled. “We'd rather not bother you, but today we're a little understaffed since Sister Zoe has called in sick, and she's the one who has the copy of the key to the pantry. And since you're the one who has all the keys here, I asked for your help.”

“Don't worry, you're not bothering me at all. Just a second.” He fished the bunch of keys from his suit pocket and started searching through the massive amount of keys. While he fiddled with the many little pieces of metal, a familiar voice entered the room with a lively “Buongiorno, fratello! Buongiorno, Sister Lucretia!”

Terzo.

“Oh, hello Terzo! I was thinking of you.” the Sister of Sin greeted him.

“How are the little ones? They sound a little upset”. The older former Papa asked, peering over a cot to look at the fussy kit that lay on it, gently touching its tiny hand.

“Well, they're feeling lonely, that's why they're crying.” The Sister replied as Copia finally handed her the key to the pantry. “I guess Aura misses you, by the way.”

Copia watched curiously as Terzo gently picked up the kit from its cot. “Ciao, Aura. Your step-Papa is here” he said, lovingly holding her against his chest as he sat on a chair. The tiny ghoul kit calmed down as he patted her back gently, and her cries were replaced by soft, content purrs.

Copia turned back to Sister Lucretia:

“Do you need anything in here? Diapers, milk, binkies?”

“We're well stocked, thanks. But as I said before, we're understaffed today, so I think we could use a hand with the kits. Do you mind helping?”

Copia froze.

“Eh… Well… I'm not sure if I'm good with them.”

“It's okay if you don't want to, no pressure.” The Sister replied kindly.

“Oh, fratello, but holding a kit feels so nice. I'm sure you're gonna love it.” Terzo chimed in.

“It is?” Copia raised an eyebrow.

“Sì! Kits are such sweethearts. Sometimes I get peed on, puked on, things get messy, but it does pay in the end.” The older Emeritus continued, looking lovingly at the sleeping Aura on his chest. “Besides, they need to be held, just like human babies. It calms them and helps them thrive.”

Copia shrugged.

“Well, then, I guess I'll give it a try. I just hope I don't get puked…”

Sister Lucretia beamed with an audible “aww” and picked up one of the kits from its cot, handing it to Copia.

“This is Ember. She's a very chill kit, she doesn't make much fuss.” She presented the kit to him.

“Ember… So she's a fire ghoul?” Copia asked, hesitant about holding her.

“Yes, but don't worry, as I said before, she's very sweet.”

A little awkwardly, the former Papa took the kit from the Sister's arms. The small fire creature squirmed and fussed a little before settling into the crook of her surrogate caregiver's arm.

“It's okay, little one, Papa's here… Papa's here…” Copia whispered to the kit, which stared at him with big, wide golden eyes.

“It would be better if you held her a little closer to your chest.” Sister Lucretia instructed. “Ghouls are very auditive and olfactive creatures, they like to hear heartbeats and sniff scents.”

Copia sat on a chair to be more comfortable as he proceeded to cradle Ember closer to his chest. Again, he was a little clumsy about it, and the kit fussed a little with the sudden change in position. Terzo watched, amused, as his brother bumbled with the kit until finally settling into a comfortable position.

“Shhh, Papa's here, little one.” Copia whispered, patting Ember's back.

Ember finally calmed down and her mewls gave place to tranquil purrs. Copia looked down to the kit and cooed, his heart filled with pure tenderness. He enjoyed this sweet contact for a few minutes until suddenly, Ember started to nuzzle and paw at his chest.

"Is something bothering you, dear?" He asked, a little weirded out by the kit's behavior.

“She's hungry. Ghoul kits do this when they want to breastfeed” Sister Lucretia explained.

Copia gasped and blushed, to the Sister's amusement.

“I'll warm up her bottle.” She chuckled as she moved to the mini fridge and picked up a bottle of expressed ghoul milk. A few minutes later, she handed the surrogate dad the warm bottle.

"There, princess. Your meal is ready” Copia cooed as he fed Ember. As the kit eagerly drank from the bottle, he watched her tiny, cute face and realized Terzo was right about the whole thing feeling good.

The next days ensued, and Copia found himself frequenting the nursery more often, taking time to hold the lonely kits, feed them and even change their diapers. He was surprised to find that the other Emeritus brothers also volunteered as surrogate dads. Primo was by far the gentlest, like a natural grandfather to whom kits were drawn to like magnets. Secondo may have been really gruff about it, but was surprisingly good with the kits, patting their tiny backs and making small talk as they rested on his broad chest. And the former Papa's were assiduous at this job, always taking time to keep the kits some company.

And how surprised was Copia to arrive at the nursery one morning to find Papa V, the newly appointed head of the Clergy, bashfully holding a kit against his chest as the Sisters of Sin cooed around him. Guess being a Papa or former Papa also includes being a step-Papa sometimes, he thought.

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[vesna-v-irkutske]

How do you imagine Nikita as a boyfriend? (Even if you doubt he would have a girlfriend, dang if he just knew how many girls like him now😭)

I need to add "headcanon tcc" to all my other achievements, lol.

I feel like it'd be like with his friendships, but with more awkwardness, at least at first. He'd never have taken the initiative, everything would have to be done by another person. I don't think he'd have even genuinely hoped for anything, he considered himself crap and worthless. And it'd feel a little strange for him that someone is really kind to him and wants to spend time with him (and possibly in a ROMANTIC way!), and doesn't mock him or use him. He'd be equally happy and anxious. Perhaps he'd have lost sleep over it, thinking about everything, it could be summed up as "Maybe..! No..." In short, the other person would have to take the initiative in communicating with him, at least at the very beginning, make him feel comfortable, support and listen to him. He needed someone with whom he could just be his quiet self, and another person would take lead, and it'd give HIM confidence, and he'd also start doing something.

More below. 👇🏻

🤍× In the established relationship, well, I think he'd still feel awkward and nervous, it'd take time for him to stop worrying about possibly being boring and not good enough. I mean, he wouldn't be all 🥺😔🙁, he'd just feel insecure from time to time, just some self-doubt in the back of his head, especially if he felt bad mentally. 🤍× He'd probably feel kinda ashamed of himself being good-for-nothing, not conventionally attractive or rich, for being an apathetic wreck that struggles with basic things such as hygiene. 🤍× Maybe he'd feel the pressure of responsibility. Because it's so serious now! He'd feel like the other person expects him to do something, like in typical TV series and movies, and it'd stress him out. He'd constantly need to be reassured, to have some (non-verbal) confirmation that the person was having fun with him and didn't feel some kinda envy when looking at other couples. 🤍× From time to time, he'd internally struggle with "I don't want to be a loser, I'm a MAN, I have to be a leader in this relationship." Another thing to be insecure about. 🤍× But apart from that, he'd constantly try to come up with something interesting to do. But he didn't really like ACTUALLY doing things and leaving the house, he probably wouldn't be a big fan of typical dates and all that jazz, he was broke anyway (but I think it'd be possible to drag him somewhere, but he'd feel awkward and nervous at first, and he'd kinda hate it because it'd be new to him, but then he'd start having fun in the process and think, "Well, I guess it wasn't that bad"). He'd rather be at home or at another person's place, or just taking a walk with them. Or doing some stupid shit if he feels comfortable and silly enough. 🤍× He's the type of person to suggest something and look at the other person, gauging their reaction, waiting for an approving signal to continue and develop the thought. It'd make him more at ease, more confident. 🤍× One of his favorite things to do would be to browse the internet, watching videos and playing games together. I think he'd feel pretty hyped and confident when he showed what he liked, what he was interested in, anything to make himself look cool, interesting, knowledgeable in something. He desperately needed someone who shared his interests and understanded him. Maybe he would have offered to participate in the making of his new album somehow. 🤍× Overall, he'd be kinda fun and chill if he felt comfortable. And maybe a little crazy, saying and doing weird stuff, if too comfortable. 🤍× The type of person to get PAINFULLY attached. Sometimes he'd prefer to be alone, but he'd miss the person pretty quickly. He'd HATE to be physically far away and for a long period of time (and that long period would be, like... a week or less), like, he'd be VERY upset. Would feel SUPER frustrated if one of them had some stuff to do and they wouldn't be able see each other. For example, some kinda trip. 🤍× He could get upset/frustrated/mad because of something, but he wouldn't talk about it and say what it was. He probably would have said that everything was fine, but you could tell by his frown that something was wrong. You'd have to torture him to get him to tell you. 🤍× There's a possibility of him hiding behind the "Oh, I'm so tuff" persona and 100 layers of irony, sarcasm and trolling (and then lowkey forgetting who the hell he actually is) when he doesn't feel like opening up and being vulnerable. 🤍× Overall, he'd be inexperienced in right about everything and make mistakes because of it, but he wouldn't actually wanna mess it all up. He'd be pretty reliable and trustworthy. And easy to control. Don't use that against him. </3 🤍× He'd feel scared of getting hurt.

[howi99]

From the Nest 7 part 2

Everyone: *running as fast as they can, Jaune a bit behind*

Blake: *turning her head towards her partner, worried* Faster, we are almost there!

Jaune: *Panting* Sorry! I- *huff* I- didn't have time to recharge!

Ren: *listening them* How much aura did that attack cost you!?

Jaune: *trying his best to keep up* Around *huff* two-thirds of- *huff* -my reserve.

Blake: Couldn't you have recharged yourself!?

Jaune: *looking at the faunus with a deadpan expression* And alert every grimms in a 5 kilometer radius?

Ruby: *Raising her voice* I can see the bridge! Just a bit more!

Nevermore: *throwing its feathers at the group* KAW!

Jaune: *Panicking* WATCH OU- *a wall of ice form between the group and the nevermore, blocking the attacks* Uh!?

Weiss: *smirking triumphantly* Not so useless now, am i?

Jaune: *shaking his head* Thanks Weiss, you've *huff* been promoted to- *huff* useful brat!

Weiss: *angrily, still running* WHO ARE YOU CALLING A BRAT!? I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW- *sees the big grin on Jaune's face* ... STOP TEASING ME!

Blake: *trying to not laugh*

Jaune: *still grinning* Stop *huff* being an easy target!

Most of the group: *start crossing the bridge*

Nora: *sees the deathstalker approaching rapidly* We'll have to stop him if we don't want it to follow us on that flimsy bridge! *Stoping just before getting on the bridge, turning around and aiming at the scorpion*

Jaune: *halt next to her, finally being able to take a breather* Damn everyone's fast. *Take position* Tell me, how strong are your grenades?

Nora: *grinning* Yes.

Blake: *turning around* What are you two doing!?

Jaune: *starting to recharge his aura, making the deathstalker charge even faster* We are killing that thing. You and Ren should focus on helping the others kill that murder chicken up the-

Nevermore: *pass through the bridge, breaking it in half*

Jaune: -re... *Frown* Tsk, of course, just my luck.

Ren: *readying himself* What's the plan?

Jaune: *taking into account everyone's weapons* Blake and Ren, try focusing on its tail. Nora, try shooting the legs.

Nora: *nod with a smirk* Roger that! *Start shooting the grimm left legs, where its missing claw couldn't protect them*

Blake: And you?

Jaune: *his blade glowing in a blue hazy glow* I'll flank it by the right side. It should try to follow me by instinct but with Nora's constantly shooting at it, i should be fine.

Blake: *nod* Got it.

Jaune: *now at around 60%, start to run at the deathstalker while continuing to recharge* (If i can freeze its legs, Nora's grenade should be enough to shatter them.) *look at his off hand, gripping one of her grenades* (At least, i hope so.)

Ren: *start shooting at the stinger while Blake flanks the grimm on its left, dodging said stinger while also shooting at it*

Jaune: *sliding under the claw, quickly getting up and start attack the deathstalker's legs, his blade freezing said legs quickly, slowing the grimm even more so until it became impossible for the grimm to move.*

Jaune: *smirk* And now, the coup de grâce! *Throw the grenade at the grimm frozen legs, shattering them in a pink explosion*

Deathstalker: *fall prone, unable to move but still trying to fight back with its stinger* Sksss!

Jaune: *switching his blade to fire dust, the red blade glowing ominously* Well, now we just need to finish it up. *Look at the cliff, Ruby decapitating the nevermore* Eh, show off.

[scandistar]

Rolan's Personality Type

So, when responding to @sleketon-or-slekky's post on what Rolan's MBTI would be, I wondered if I should try writing an "essay" on it. Mind you, I have never written a character essay before and I'm not entirely sure how it works, but there is a first time for everything and I thought the topic was interesting enough to share my thoughts on as best as I can. However, I won't make any extreme deep dives as I am not a professional, so I'll keep it pretty basic but still explain my understanding of it. Do take everything I say with a grain of salt.

Before I start, I want to point out that personality typology such as Myers Briggs type indicator, enneagram, astrology and everything else that falls under the term are highly unreliable to use on real people, as every individual is too complex to perfectly fit into one box or another. Personality types are mostly regarded as pseudoscience in psychology, so in my opinion, they shouldn't be applied to anything other than entertainment and fiction.

(I've found most of my information from sources like 16personalities and Truity)

Anyway, let's begin.

MBTI, or Myers Briggs type indicator: The Prodigy

I think a lot of people on the internet have heard of MBTI before, which is a pretty straightforward tool to find your personality among 16 distinct types based on four letters that make up your functions. Introversion or Extroversion, Intuition or Sensing, Thinking or Feeling, and Judging or Perceiving. You're either one or the other of all four of these categories and they explain how you operate as a person. Of course, no one person is strictly a feeler and never thinks logically, and nobody is entirely extroverted and prefers to spend all their time around people. The lines blur somewhere, but the letters are based on how you function the majority of the time.

A lot of us know what Introversion and Extroversion are, but most people don't exactly know what they mean. It's not just about whether or not you like being around people, but when and where you get your energy. Some people prefer to be on their own to recharge, but that doesn't necessarily mean that they dislike people or struggle with being social. Others get their energy from being among friends and family, but that doesn't mean that they refuse to be alone or are unable to recharge in solitude.

As it is with NPCs, we haven't seen enough of Rolan to tell for certain whether he's an extrovert or introvert, but you can get a general idea from your interactions with him. He seems to strive for renown, dreaming of his name being known "far and wide". He wants all eyes on him, and though he could be feigning confidence, I also think it's tightly linked to who he is, as he genuinely seems to value being someone others look up to. He thrives in environments where he gets to show off his skills and he responds well to praise and applause. Those who aspire to be in the spotlight are often rather extroverted people, whether or not it is a coping mechanism. So I'll give him an E (don't worry, babe. I'm not grading you).

Then there is Intuition and Sensing. It means you either utilise concrete thinking as you analyse the world around you (Sensing) or abstract thinking as you regard the "what if"s of a situation rather than the tangible (Intuition).

Rolan is a very concrete and literal person. He's highly focused on the things that are in front of him, and the things that are the most important: The safety of his siblings and his apprenticeship waiting for him in Baldur's gate. He is laser-focused on both, and he's practical enough to act on achieving them by all means. He doesn't stop and let his imagination do the work for him, he's hellbent on continuing forward and learning all that he can. So much so that he didn't think to question if Lorroakan's treatment of him was entirely necessary, as he thought it was the prize he had to pay "to become a true wizard". He saw his abuse as a test and it seemed reasonable to him. He is also very good at taking past experiences into account as a way of learning from them, which is brilliant for his character development. So, I give him an S (because he's S-teir).

Thinking and Feeling are often discussed when it comes to MBTI. If feelers are nothing but illogical crybabies, and thinkers are unfeeling machines. Both are entirely untrue, of course. Some lean more into their feelings than others, while some focus more on the facts, but that doesn't mean that the former can't practice logic and rational thinking and the latter are unempathetic and hold no sentimental values. We're still human (humanoid in Rolan's case).

Rolan comes off as unfeeling the first time you meet him. He wants to leave the grove and the refugees behind to continue onward to Baldur's gate, refusing to stay and help. I've read plenty of great character analysis posts on why that is his stance, and they've all painted a good picture of him as a person and what he has potentially been through as a child when you take his mannerisms into account, which are rather atypical compared to the other tieflings. But I won't get into that, because now we're talking about our feelings! I can say straight off the bat that Rolan is a highly rational person. He does things because they make sense and not necessarily because they feel right. It makes sense to leave the grove because one: They have places to be and he "cannot be late", and two: These people won't make it otherwise. If you and your companions hadn't arrived, he would've been right. Why stay and defend a bunch of strangers that will ultimately die, when you have the chance to bring your family to safety? He doesn't hold anything back either, as he says what he thinks, even if it makes him appear in a less savoury light. But it can also be said that his emotions do fuel the things he says, especially when he lashes out at you in Act 2 after losing Cal and Lia. But like I said, he's a person. So, I give him a strong T (for our Testy grump).

Lastly, we have Judging and Perceiving. Either you're a very organised and schedule-oriented person. You're less open-ended, focus more on efficiency than flexibility and want to have things determined and prepared (Judging). Or, you're a far more spontaneous person who doesn't want to restrict your options. You want to have the opportunity to explore your interests and alternatives freely without being tied to timetables and intricate plans (Perceiving).

I think I've pretty much established that Rolan is single-mindedly focused on getting to Baldur's gate and starting his apprenticeship. Little else can infringe on that plan and whenever he has no choice but to postpone it, he gets noticeably stressed and upset. Speaking to him at the tiefling party, an occasion which is a distraction from the current course of action, he reveals that it wasn't his decision to come, but Cal and Lia's. He's decisive, stubborn as an ass and wants things to go according to his expectations, and when they don't, it tests his patience and puts him ill at ease. With his every plan, he makes it abundantly clear that he will follow through with them no matter what. No matter if it means conquering the shadow curse to save his siblings. No matter if it means being frequently verbally and physically abused to achieve his dream. No matter if he has to rip his newly-acquired tower apart to find a way to help you fight the Absolute. He is stalwart and orderly, which is admirable, but his aversion to any form of help has come with its share of consequences. Thus I'll give our beloved tiefling a J (I don't have a clever joke for that one).

So, that would mean that he falls on Extroversion, Sensing, Thinking and Judging. Or to put it simply: ESTJ.

An ESTJ, also known as the "executive" or "supervisor" (as referred to by 16personalities and Truity respectively), is a hard-working, traditional and dedicated individual who appreciates orderly and methodical approaches to their everyday life. They're assertive and efficient and want structure and control of their physical and social environment, while also being highly resilient and determined. They're grounded and see things for what they are and how they can be improved, often taking inspiration from past problems and solutions, and they're mostly at home in a setting where they're in the lead, therefore shining in roles as managers and directors of both themselves and others. Although they can be unapologetically straightforward and honest, they're incredibly loyal and reliable, staying true to their word and never breaking their promises.

An ESTJ, however, is rigid and unyielding. They can be uptight and have strong convictions in their beliefs of what is right and wrong, making them rather judgemental of those who do not fit their opinion of "right". Due to their extroversion and strong traditionalism, they can put a bit too much importance on status and have incredibly high standards for themselves.

Now, I am aware that it would be better to go into cognitive functions and assess which one of those he aligns with, but that would make this essay twice as long and a lot more convoluted than what I've already made it, but I'm pretty confident in my conclusion either way. I didn't intend to make this a deep dive and I think ESTJ fits him almost to a tee.

I don't know how exactly to conclude this. As I said, I've never done a character essay before and I've always had a hard time trusting my own judgement and opinions on things, but sometimes you have to take a leap of faith.

Anyway, I had fun with this! But if there is anything I missed that is worth mentioning, or if you have any additional thoughts on this, I'd love to hear them! Every perspective of our beloved grumpy tiefling wizard is a welcome one and I am always open to discussion. I wrote this for the Rolan nation, after all!

Thank you for reading! <3

Also, before you go, have a little Rolan dressed as the ESTJ avatar from 16p:

[unsolicited-opinions]

Tags from Rachel (@jewishdeanwinchester):

#ben affleck smoking.jpg

#just.

#one of my best friends who is jewish says she is not worried about her safety right now bc we are not the ones being actively targeted atm

#she works in jewish spaces!! she is pretty plugged in politically and is absolutely not a hamasnik and we ultimately agree on a lot

#but i just dont understand how she can say shes doesnt think jews are in immediate danger here and thinks realpolitik is more important

#i truly never want to hear the word realpolitik again

#also saying that as if realpolitik isnt affected by the lived experiences of the peoples/ communities/countries involved

I think your friend is misusing the term "realpolitik"

When I studied political science, I was taught that realpolitik is the prioritization of pragmatism over political ideology.

Jews wanting to survive and live safely, in the US or in Israel, isn't ideological in any way.

It is realpolitik.

(This is, I think, what Haviv Rettig Gur means when he says Zionism wasn't/isn't a political ideology as much as it is a pragmatic rescue/refugee mission. Topic for another time, perhaps.)

The most immediate danger for Jews in the US is the leftist antisemitism which the Trump administration is deliberately stoking with executive orders and the likes of "Shalom Mahmoud." He's setting up US Jews to take the blame for his actions which enrage the left. The golden age for Jews in the US is over, and if your friend doesn't know that, Rachel, she's doing an ostrich impression with her head in the sand (or up her ass).

The danger which comes after that is the fact that Trump's base is filled with white supremacists, Christian Nationalists, and dipshits who sincerely believe that Jews seek to populate the US with immigrants to "replace" white people. About half of Republicans believe the Great Replacement Theory.

When your friend says that, at the moment, Jews are not being targeted, she's flat out wrong and appears to be either choosing to not see it, or ignorant enough of Jewish history to not see the signs we do.

Maybe what she means is that the federal government is not detaining Jews. Maybe what she means is that she thinks it is more important to focus energies on opposing Trump's deportations.

Maybe she's saying that there are not yet widespread pogroms in North America - but that's just a matter of time if the current trajectories of the far right and far left continue on their current courses, partly because Jewish organizations on both the right and the left have their heads up their asses, denying that the gentiles on their end of the political spectrum really hate Jews.

If right wing US Jewish organizations were smart, they'd recognize there's a fight in the Republican Party between anti-Israel antisemites and Israel supporters. They'd be talking endlessly about Tucker Carlson and Joe Rogan platforming neonazis. Instead, they're solely focused on cheerrleading for Trump, which ignores his Jew-hating base and helps increase leftist antisemitism. (They should be supporting Khalil's deportation, demanding due process, and condemning Trump's "Shalom Mahmoud.")

If leftist Jewish organizations were smart, they'd stop doing Iran's bidding in attacking Israel (I would be glad to strangle Peter Beinart myself, given the opportunity), supporting BDS, being tokenized for Islamists, and lionizing people like Khalil.

If liberal Jewish organzations were smart, they'd demand transparent due process for Khalil and anyone else Trump arrests 'for antisemitism' and be the world's biggest civil liberties advocates, demonstrating daily that Jews support classical liberalism, due process, and human/civil rights for everyone, including those who despise us.

Ignoring the growing danger for Jews isn't realpolitik and your friend is either a fool or an asshole for suggesting this. Possibly both.

Your feelings are valid, Rachel. I don't think your friend is gaslighting you, but she's probably gaslighting herself.

United States President Donald Trump on Monday appointed Hamtramck, Michigan, Mayor Amer Ghalib as the next U.S. ambassador to Kuwait. Ghalib, 45, a Yemeni-born Muslim immigrant, has been outspoken in his criticism of Israel. Just hours before his appointment he liked a comment on Facebook that described Jews as "monkeys." Ghalib made history in 2021 when he became the first Muslim mayor of Hamtramck. Since Hamas' Oct. 7 attack on Israel, he has led several anti-Israel initiatives in the city, including a council vote to boycott companies that do business with what he called “Israeli apartheid.” Following the decision, he stated that “Palestine is fighting for a just cause” and claimed that “the only ethical option for Israel is to admit defeat and leave the land.” Ghalib also supported renaming a city street “Palestine Street” as an act of solidarity and cast the deciding vote in favor of the measure. He refused to condemn a local council candidate’s social media post comparing Israel’s actions to the Holocaust and dismissed reports of Hamas militants beheading and sexually assaulting victims on Oct. 7 as “lies spread by the Biden administration to justify its support for Israel’s crimes.”