#some are going to struggle but have a chance to make it

[rrysbabydoll]

hiiiiii so i accidentally read ur last post "stached" as "stretched" at first and now i cant stop thinking abt that.... would u ever consider writing some ridiculously nsfw rough stretching? maybe? pretty pls? 🤭🫣💗

Ride, Cowgirl

Pairing: Harry Styles × Reader

CW: Explicit sexual content, dominant/submissive dynamic, size kink, rough stretching, degradation/praise mix, mild overstimulation, consensual power play.

Synopsis: Y/N tries to ride Harry but struggles to take his size. He takes control, pushing her past her limits with rough, overwhelming pleasure, leaving her ruined, praised, and full.

It started with you on top, because Harry asked, and you always try.

“Go on, darling,” he murmured, voice syrupy smooth but thick with authority. “Show me how much you want it.”

The bedroom was dim, moonlight cutting across the sheets in a narrow beam. He sat against the headboard, arms relaxed at his sides, watching you like a meal he had all the time in the world to devour. You were already breathless, thighs trembling, the ache between your legs unbearable.

And his cock—God—he looked too big.

He always did.

You hovered above him, your knees caging his hips. One of his large hands rubbed up and down your outer thigh in lazy, teasing strokes, while the other gripped the base of his cock, thick and pulsing and unreasonably hard.

“You’re not scared, are you?” he smirked tilting his head. “Thought you wanted to be my good girl.”

You did. You always did. But that didn’t make it easier.

You whimpered as you lined yourself up, holding his shoulders for balance. Just the head pressing against your entrance made your breath hitch.

“I can’t…” you whispered, hips jerking slightly away. “Harry, you’re too big.”

He gave a low chuckle, mocking but fond. “No such thing, love. You just have to relax. Take your time.”

But time wasn’t something Harry liked to waste, not when he was this worked up.

Suddenly, both of his hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into your flesh with bruising promise. “You’ve teased me enough tonight. I let you sit on my lap in that little dress. Let you grind on me like a needy slut at dinner. Thought you could rile me up and then back out?”

Your mouth parted in a shaky breath.

“No,” you whispered, dazed.

“Then do it.” His voice dropped, tone commanding. “Get. On.”

He didn’t give you a chance to hesitate this time. His grip forced your hips down just an inch—just enough for the tip to slip past your entrance—and the stretch made you whimper, both hands clutching at his chest. It burned, in that way it always did. He was too wide, too thick. Your cunt spasmed around him, and you clenched without meaning to.

Harry groaned under you, head falling back with a tight jaw. “Fuck, you’re gripping already. Barely got the tip in, and you’re squeezing me like that?”

You moaned, half from pleasure, half from frustration. You tried to slide down farther on him, but your body resisted, muscles trembling. Your thighs started to burn from the effort. Every time you moved even a little lower, it felt like you were being split open.

He watched you struggle, his breathing getting heavier. His hands never left your hips, guiding, steady, controlling. “You want help, baby? Or you wanna prove you can take it?”

You whimpered, shaking your head. “I want to, I swear—I just can’t…”

He shushed you gently, a sudden contrast to his rough grip. “Don’t cry, angel. We’ll make it fit. You always take me, don’t you?”

You nodded, swallowing hard.

“Good girl,” he purred. “Then ride me.”

You tried again, lowering yourself more, inch by inch. Your walls stretched painfully around him, slick pooling between your legs. You cried out, digging your nails into his shoulder blades. You weren’t even halfway down, and it already felt like too much.

He groaned, sweat beginning to sheen on his chest. “You’re fuckin’ made for me. Look at you, struggling on top of me like this— fuck..”

The way he said it, it made your insides twist with need.

“I can’t ride you, H—” you gasped, tears stinging your lashes. “I—my legs are shaking, I—”

“Because you’re lazy or because I’m too big?” he asked lowly, cocky and calm.

You whined. “Both.”

He laughed—genuinely laughed—and then he gripped your hips tighter. “That’s alright, bunny. I’ll do it for you.”

And then, without warning, he bucked his hips up.

You screamed.

Your body sank onto him all at once, and your thighs gave out completely, collapsing onto his chest. You were so full, too full. It felt like he reached everywhere. Like he had no business fitting inside you at all.

You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

“Shhh, shhh, I’ve got you,” he cooed into your ear, wrapping one strong arm around your waist. “There you go, baby. You’re doing so well.”

You tried to lift your hips again, but your legs wouldn’t cooperate. Your pussy fluttered helplessly around him, stretched to its limit, overwhelmed. The burn, the fullness, the way he kept praising you through your struggle, it was all too much.

“I feel so full,” you whispered, voice wrecked.

“I know you do.” He kissed your temple, his other hand coming up to cradle your jaw. “Look at you. Stuffed full of cock and still trying to be brave. You’re my perfect girl, aren’t you?”

You nodded, tears slipping down your cheeks.

He shifted you in his arms, effortlessly strong, so your chest was flush with his and your thighs straddled his waist loosely. He was so deep like this, nestled inside your trembling cunt, and he didn’t move, just held you there, letting your walls adjust.

Then he started to thrust.

Slowly, at first, tiny rocks of his hips that made you whimper with each motion. The stretch was sharper now that he was moving. You moaned into his neck, nails raking down his back.

“You feel that?” he murmured, breath hot against your cheek.

“Yes,” you sobbed. “Feels so big—too big—”

“But you’re still taking it,” he said darkly. “You’re taking all of me.”

His pace picked up. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with your broken cries. Your body bounced slightly with each thrust, but you couldn’t even lift yourself anymore. He was holding all your weight, driving up into you again and again, stretching you raw.

You keened, walls fluttering desperately.

“Fuck,” he growled, biting down lightly on your shoulder. “Gonna come just from being used like this, aren’t you? My desperate, messy girl.”

You shattered.

Your body spasmed in his arms, and you screamed as your orgasm tore through you, overwhelming, all-consuming, a full-body quake that left your limbs numb and your head fuzzy. You didn’t even realize you were crying until he kissed the tears off your cheeks.

“That’s it,” he whispered, still fucking you through it, though his thrusts were sloppier now, more desperate. “That’s my girl.”

Your walls clenched hard again, and he let out a strangled groan, burying his face in your neck.

“Fuck, baby—I’m gonna—”

And then he was coming, cock twitching deep inside you as he groaned your name, hot and low and broken. You felt the warmth of it fill you, his hips grinding into yours as he emptied every last drop.

He didn’t move for a while, just held you there, wrapped around him, still trembling.

Eventually, he stroked your back and kissed your jaw. “You okay, lovie?”

You nodded weakly. “Mhm. Sore.”

He smiled into your skin. “Did I break my girl?”

“Almost,” you whispered, smirking.

[itzpookiepooh]

Insomnia

You tossed and turned with your eyes closed, threw the blanket off, put it on, stuck one leg out yet you were still awake. You fluffed the pillows and still nothing. You were on the verge of tears because everything was overwhelming. You shot up throwing the blanket off to get some fresh air. You left Sylus to sleep soundly as you left the room.

You roamed the base mindlessly until you ended up outside. You took a few deep breaths before you spazzed out. You could always buy new pillows and maybe that would help. Maybe a walk would also help, a warm glass of milk? Rain sounds even. You just wanted to sleep you closed your eyes around 3 and woke up at 4, your body felt…frustrated.

A cloud of red and black essence appears in front of you. Sylus tilts his head at you clearly tired and concerned. You look up at him with exhaustion, you feel like you could rip your hair out. He pulls you into him and rubs your back slowly. He knew how hard it was to go to sleep most days especially if you both were apart.

“Come on, I’ll help you sleep.” He whispers to you as you both make your way back inside. He put in a record, no singing just low music. In bed you were still wide awake as he pulled you into him.

His fingers lightly traced patterns into your spine. At first it gave you goosebumps but after a while you felt your eyelids get heavy. Listening to the music mixed with Sylus’ heartbeat did the trick. He kissed you goodnight before falling asleep himself.

You were practically a fish out of water the way you were tossing and turning. You threw the blankets off angrily before storming out of the room still quiet enough not to wake Rafayel. You stood in the shower letting the hot water try and lull you to sleep, nothing. You tried making yourself tired with boring audiobooks, nothing. A list of trial and error, all for you still to be wide awake at 4am. You barely got a wink of sleep.

You took chance to try sitting on the beach, staring off into the sea. You wondered if you got in would it help you. Being swayed by the oceans current like a baby in a cradle. Too bad you were too scared of being in the ocean at night. The thought was still on the table though—at the very end.

You hear footsteps coming towards you. A disheveled Rafayel stood before you. His hair was a mess and he looked panicked and tired at the same time. He thought something happened to you until he had to remind himself of your insomnia. You looked at him sadly, you could feel your eye bags getting worse.

“You could’ve woke me up.” He informs you, sitting next to you. You shrug your shoulders putting your chin on your knee.

“You were sleeping so soundly.” You tell him with a small smile. He puts his head on your shoulder watching the ocean with you.

“You’re important to me and knowing you’re struggling makes me feel like I’m struggling.” He explains to you making you put your head on his.

Rafayel leads you to a hot bath mixed with lavender and melatonin oil. You and him soak in the bath in silence basking in each others presence. Sleep slowly poked at you, wanting to consume you. Rafayel leads you back to bed, morphing himself into you. Before you know it you both are fast asleep as the ocean waves sway in the background.

Zayne slept at a fairly reasonable hour since he was a doctor. Most times your insomnia kept you awake until he went to work and whatever amount of sleep you may have gotten was the sleep you’d deal with for the day. It was exhausting and repetitive, you couldn’t end the cycle. Tonight was no different as you wandered around the house looking for sleep aid.

You use to try sleep medication that was over the counter, eventually you’d have to wait a few days in between before taking them again. Your body would get use to it too quickly. You felt like you had tried everything even listening to any sounds on YouTube to aid sleep. You were desperate to find something, anything to calm your mind.

You were on the couch staring at the ceiling when you could hear Zayne’s padded footsteps. He rubbed his eyes when he finally found you. He knew you struggled to sleep and tried his best to help you. He knew for sure that you would need to have a sleep study done in order to find the issue. That wasn’t happening now though so he needed a solution.

“Come with me. I have something that will help.” His soft voice luring you into the kitchen where he makes you a cup of sleepy time tea. It relaxes your body of course but you needed a bigger push.

Zayne brought you back into the bedroom before he began prepping the room. He sprayed something lavender scented onto the pillows and blankets. He fluffed the pillows and motioned you over. You both got comfortable in each other’s arms, ready for bed. Zayne tells you a sleep inducing story making your eyes grow heavier. When you’re breathing evens out he smiles giving you a good night kiss. He follows right after you and goes to sleep.

Xavier was the sleepiest person you’ve ever met. You were jealous that he could sleep absolutely anywhere. You were staring blankly at the tv, flipping through channels waiting to pass out when you heard him enter the living room. His eyes were droopy and filled with exhaustion. You waved at him and he returns the gesture before standing in front of you.

Xavier may be able to sleep anywhere but not without you. You knew that but you didn’t want to wake him after the day he had. You were yawning but you weren’t tired and you refused to wake him up to help you. You felt it was rude to do so. Xavier on the other hand has told you many times to do so because he doesn’t want you to suffer.

“Can’t sleep?” He asks holding his hand out to yours which you gladly take.

“Nah. You?” He chuckled at the fact you were worried about him at all.

“Not without you.” He tells you. He gets you to sit with him under the stars. He asks you to count them and you slowly begin to get sleepier.

He tells you stories of the planets and stars before you fall asleep on his shoulder. The stories were too good to not listen to and you would ask him about them tomorrow. He chuckles rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. He carries you back to bed and crawls in beside you. He holds you tight as sleep takes over his body and he falls back to sleep.

Not sleeping was driving you up a wall! You tried fake scenarios, counting sheep, focusing on the silence around you but nothing worked! You almost wanted to chop Caleb in his throat for sleeping so well. It wasn’t his fault though, you just couldn’t sleep and felt like you could run a marathon. You left the room and Caleb rose like a bloodhound.

He immediately went to search for you in his groggy state. He found you about to go for a walk to which he stopped you. He felt it was too dangerous to be out there on your own. He knew if you were tired enough you’d sleep anywhere so he came up with a better solution. He sang you a lullaby, specifically the one he made up when you would be scared of the dark when you guys were kids. You felt your eyes get heavy as he rocks you back and forth on the bed.

You blink slowly at him as he smiles down at you. By the time the lullaby is over you’re fast asleep. He rocks you for a few more minutes before he gets you both comfortable to sleep. He smiles at you once more before kissing your nose.

“Mission accomplished.” He whispered before going back to sleep.

I am jealous of those of you that can just go to sleep I wish to not be at war with the sandman.

[thirtyorolderpls]

Let's talk about homeless people since I see so many people blindly defending them and I am one paycheck away from homelessness and interacted with a fair amount of homeless people from all backgrounds.

First things first: no, most homeless people are not sex offenders or even prone to violence, those are the ones you hear about the most for very obvious reasons.

The truth is a homeless person can look perfectly normal and well adjusted to society, most people are ashamed of being homeless and don't want it to be obvious, most homeless people are only temporarily homeless.

The long time homeless people are people who do not have a support system, they're vulnerable and need fucking help. Most of these homeless people are mentally ill or struggle HARD to function.

Some of them are terrible people who lost their support system by being abusive, manipulative, having an addiction they refuse to address, that's absolutely true, but keeping them on the streets is benefiting absolutely no one.

It's not easy to manage, you can't just lock them up or force them to work, you can't just give them money and pray for the best either, counseling is also pretty difficult in some cases, but the answer is never going to be classifying all homeless people as an homogeneous mass.

Homeless women are basically invisible because they know homelessness makes them even more vulnerable to all sorts of abuse.

Homeless people are people. Some are nice, some are jerks, some deserve a second chance and others should be put in jail, but unless we give them our attention things will never change, and as things get worse economically more and more people will be homeless and/or addicted to hard drugs.

Most of you are closer to being homeless than rich, just FYI.

so many homeless men are convicted sex offenders

[quokkareactions]

Random attractive things they do: SKZ

Chan: Wearing a suit

He emerged annoyed from your room struggling with his tie.

"I thought I knew how to tie these things"

You chuckled and waved him to yourself.

"These are some talented hands you have. I'm surprised there's anything they can't do"

"Very funny" he rolled his eyes.

"I wasn't being funny... And done"

He pecked your lips and went for the front door.

"Thanks, baby. I'll be back in a few hours"

"Have fun, handsome!"

Minho: Taking charge during plans

"Don't worry about dinner tonight" he said, grabbing his car keys. "I've got it all figured out"

You raised your eyebrows.

"Oh really? Care to share the plan?"

"Not a chance" he replied with a grin. "You'll see"

He drove you to a cozy little restaurant you've never been before, complete with a view of the city lights. It wasn't extravagant, but the effort he put into surprising you in itself was enough to make you melt.

Changbin: Rolling up their sleeves

You watched as he leaned over the kitchen counter, rolling up his sleeves before starting to chop vegetables. The casual movement exposed his forearms, the slight flex of muscle catching your attention. He glanced up, finding you staring.

"What?" he asked, smirking as he kept chopping.

"Nothing" you replied, cheeks flushing "Just... You look good doing that"

He laughed shaking his head, but you could tell he was pleased. For the rest of the night you couldn't stop glancing at those rolled up sleeves and the effortless confidence they added to his demeanour.

Hyunjin: Driving with confidence

The way he handled the car was mesmerising. One hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gearshift, his focus steady but relaxed. You couldn't help but stare.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer"

"Oh no need, this is already etched into my brain" you answered with a teasing smile.

"So this is why you never drive"

"No, I simply suck at driving... You looking hella fine is just an added bonus" you shrugged.

Jisung: Giving genuine compliments

"You know, you’re amazing at what you do" he said out of nowhere as you were walking through the park. You turned to look at him, surprised.

"What brought that on?" you asked, smiling.

"I just realized I don’t tell you enough" he said, hands in his pockets. "The way you handle things with so much passion... It’s inspiring."

Your heart skipped a beat at his sincerity. It wasn’t just the words; it was the way he said them, like he genuinely admired you. That moment stayed with you, a quiet reminder of how much he appreciates you.

Felix: Being good with kids

You were at your nephew's birthday pool party and Felix was in the pool, splashing around ith the kids. After watching them for a while, you leaned back on your sunbed, closing your eyes and enjoying the sun. When the sunlight unexpectedly dissappeared, you opened one eye to glance at the shadow.

"What's gotten you so smiley?" he inquired with a lovestruck grin.

"You..." you confessed while madly blushing "You're really good with kids"

He smiled and leaned down to kiss the top of your head before returning to the pool.

Seungmin: Pulling you close in crowded places

The street was packed with people, and you were struggling to keep up. Without saying a word, he reached for your hand and gently pulled you closer, his arm wrapping protectively around your shoulder.

"Better?"

"Much better"

He didn't let go until you were out of the crowd, and even then you didn't want him to.

Jeongin: Casual stretching

He was sitting on the couch when he suddenly leaned back, stretching his arms over his head with a groan. His shirt lifted slightly, revealing a hint of toned abs. You tried not to stare but couldn't help yourself.

"Everything okay over there?" he asked catching your gaze.

"Uh, yeah" you replied, quickly looking away, cheeks burning.

He smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction and stretching once again, just to tease you.

[geminixwritess]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬.

pairing: rafe cameron x spoiledbrat!fem!reader summary: the four times you told rafe it was an emergency, and the one time it actually was warnings: smut ahead, 18+ mdni, note: this idea has been haunting me for weeks and i had to write it. i’m obsessed with rafe & spoiled brat reader, and i honestly could see this becoming a series because I’m loving this dynamic! let me know your thoughts!! word count: 3.7K

#1: a financial emergency

Despite being in a high-stakes business meeting with your father and his, Rafe knew better than to ignore your call. You two had only been seeing each other for a few months, but after he ignored your call once and you raised hell about it, he promised never to make that mistake again. Flashing his signature charismatic smile, he excused himself from the room and answered the phone.

"Guess what?!" you exclaimed excitedly before Rafe even had a chance to say hello.

"What is it, baby? I'm in a crucial meeting with your dad, so unless it's an emergency, I'll have to call you back," Rafe responded, trying to get back into his father’s office as quickly as possible.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you scoffed, "Oh, this is definitely an emergency, Rafe. Trust me, my dad can wait five minutes."

Feeling a slight pang of concern at your urgent tone, Rafe gripped the phone a little tighter and asked, "Are you okay, sweetheart?"

"You know that adorable boutique I love in Chapel Hill?" you began, your voice filled with excitement.

"You love quite a few boutiques, baby. You'll have to be a bit more specific," Rafe teased gently.

"Rafe, I literally said the one in Chapel Hill. How much more specific can I be?" you replied with a hint of exasperation.

Trying to suppress his amusement, Rafe sighed, "Alright, what's going on at the boutique in Chapel Hill?"

"They're having a massive sale! I tried calling my dad, but I forgot he's tied up in that meeting he has with you. Can you please tell him to transfer some money for me?" you pleaded eagerly.

"Y/N, you said this was an emergency," Rafe reminded you, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Rafe, trust me, it really is an emergency. I called him multiple times and he’s not answering," you explained urgently.

"How do you suggest I approach my father's biggest business rival and ask him for money for his daughter? I thought we agreed to keep our relationship under wraps," Rafe pointed out, concern creeping into his voice.

"Just tell him the truth - that we're together and that he needs to transfer some funds to my account. I couldn't care less if he finds out. The most adorable shoes in the entire world are here," you declared, your excitement palpable.

Unable to contain his grin at your dramatic flair, and knowing you didn’t mean what you said, Rafe chuckled, "Alright, I'll send over some money. Can't have my baby looking anything less than perfect."

"I'll treat you to a fashion show once I'm back and you're out of that meeting," you promised with a mischievous tone.

"I wouldn't expect anything less from you," Rafe replied warmly, already looking forward to the playful fashion show awaiting him.

#2: a friend emergency

“Rafe, it’s an emergency,” you insisted, your voice slicing through the heated atmosphere in the room.

“Like fuck it is, baby,” he groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly, his eyes dark with desire. “Just call Sarah back later.”

“She said her and John B got in a fight, and she’s called twice,” you explained, your tone filled with urgency.

“Who gives a shit about that pogue? I’m literally inside you,” he stated, voice dripping with disbelief as he thrust deeper, making your breath hitch.

You rolled your eyes, refusing to be deterred, and readjusted yourself on his cock, eliciting a guttural moan from Rafe. He threw his head back against your pillow, his grip on your waist tightening as he struggled to maintain control.

“I’m calling her back,” you declared, reaching for your phone on the nightstand.

“I’m not stopping,” he warned, his movements never faltering.

“I didn’t ask you to,” you shot back, your voice a mix of defiance and desire. With a swift swipe, you answered Sarah's call, trying to steady your breath.

“Hey, what’s going on?” you asked, attempting to keep your voice calm and composed.

“Y/N, thank God you answered! John B and I had a huge fight, and I don’t know what to do,” Sarah's voice trembled with emotion on the other end.

Rafe's pace quickened, and you bit your lip to stifle a moan. “Take a deep breath, Sarah. It’s all gonna be okay. Just tell me what happened,” you managed, your voice wavering slightly as you tried to maintain your composure.

As Sarah poured out her heart, her brother’s hands roamed your body, his lips finding the sensitive spot on your neck. You struggled to focus on Sarah's words, your mind and body torn between the intense pleasure and the need to be a supportive friend.

“I... I think he’s going to end it with me,” Sarah sobbed.

“He won’t, Sarah. You two always work things out,” you reassured her, your voice shaky.

Rafe’s movements became more deliberate, his eyes locked onto yours with a fiery intensity. You could feel the tension building within you, making it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the conversation.

“I just don’t know what to do,” Sarah continued, her voice breaking.

“Take tonight to clear your head, and then have a heart-to-heart with him tomorrow. You’ve got this, and I’m here for you,” you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper as Rafe's relentless pace drove you closer to the edge.

“I’ll call you later, okay?” you added hastily, ending the call before she could respond.

As the phone slipped from your hand, you let out a breathy moan, finally surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure. Rafe’s lips curved into a satisfied smirk, his grip on you tightening.

“Now, where were we?” he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

“Right here,” you breathed, your body moving in perfect sync with his, lost in the intoxicating mix of passion and urgency.

#3: a party emergency

Rafe barely took the extra second to put his black Range Rover in park before jumping out and sprinting into Topper’s house, which was packed with hundreds of Kildare teens reveling in the party atmosphere. The house was a chaotic swirl of loud music, flashing lights, and the unmistakable scent of spilled alcohol.

While most of the partygoers were dressed in casual, trendy outfits, Rafe had sped straight from work and was still in his tailored suit. Ignoring the drunken idiots slinging drinks everywhere—some splashing drops on the floor and others on his shoes—he quickly navigated through the throng of bodies. His heart pounded in his chest as he ascended the stairs two at a time, heading for the guest bedroom where you had called him from.

“Y/N!” he shouted, banging on the door. “Open the door!”

He heard your drunken giggle from the other side, easing his worry slightly, but he wouldn’t feel peace until he laid eyes on you. The click of the door unlocking made him reach for the doorknob and push it open before you even had the opportunity to let him in.

“Woah,” you smiled drunkenly as he shut the door behind him. He cupped your cheeks and checked you over, realizing that you were, in fact, completely fine and that it was not the emergency you had made it out to be when you called him crying.

“Jesus Christ, baby.” He sighed, a mix of relief and annoyance flooding through him as he pulled you into his chest. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“I missed you,” you stated, as if it were obvious that the emergency was simply your longing for him.

He shook his head, exasperated. “You can’t just call me and tell me it’s an emergency when it’s clearly not one.”

You attempted to pull away from him, but he held you tight, refusing to let go. You grumbled, “There was an emergency. I was all alone. Everyone coupled off and left me all by myself without you.”

Rafe’s frustration melted into a tender smile as he realized how much you needed him. “Alright, alright,” he murmured, his tone softening. “I’m here now. Let’s get you home, okay?”

A wide grin spread across your face as you lazily wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “No! Now that you're here, we can have some fun.”

You tried to pull him towards the party, and he reluctantly let you, knowing full well that he’d likely be carrying your unconscious body to his car within the next thirty minutes.

#4: a fashion emergency

While Rafe typically loathed Midsummers and only attended to pacify his father, this year was particularly excruciating—simply because you were there with your family. You'd think your presence would enhance the experience, but seeing you look that stunning while he couldn't be by your side was pure torment.

In previous years, you had managed to escape attending due to your father's insistence that it was an adults-only affair, a thinly veiled excuse for his own alcohol indulgence without his children present. But now, having just graduated high school, your father wanted to showcase your achievements, basking in reflected glory before you headed off to an Ivy League institution.

When you told Rafe of your plans to attend this year, he considered persuading you to reveal your relationship with him to your father—a move that would assert his place alongside you among Figure Eight's elite. Ultimately, he decided against it, knowing it would cause more problems for you and his family long term.

As Rafe sat next to his father, plastering on a fake smile and nodding through a conversation with a man he barely knew, his eyes wandered toward your family's table, only to find you absent. He scanned the surrounding area, searching for any sign of you, but came up empty-handed. Just as a knot of concern started to form in his stomach, he felt a buzz in his pocket. Pulling out his phone, he found a message from you waiting for him.

my baby: bathroom. now. future hubby💍: R u ok? my baby: it’s an emergency. get here now.

Without excusing himself, Rafe abruptly left his father’s table and made his way inside the Island Club. He ran a hand over his shaved head and flexed his fists, ready to fight whoever fucked with his girl.

Rafe pushed through the crowded hallways of the Island Club, ignoring the curious glances from other partygoers. His heart pounded in his chest as he reached the women’s bathroom door. Without hesitation, he knocked once before swiftly pushing it open and slipping inside once he noticed that it appeared no one was inside.

“Y/N?” he called out quietly, his voice echoing in the tiled room.

From one of the stalls, you responded, “I’m in here.”

He quickly crossed the room and opened the stall door to find you sitting on the closed toilet seat, looking distressed but unharmed. Relief washed over him, though he remained on edge.

“What happened? Are you okay?” he asked, crouching down to your level and taking your hands in his.

You sighed, looking up at him with a mix of frustration and amusement. “I had a wardrobe malfunction. My dress zipper is stuck, and I couldn’t get it fixed on my own.”

His head fell as he let out a low laugh, keeping your hands in his. “You scared the hell out of me. I thought something serious had happened.”

You pouted playfully. “This is serious! I can’t go back out there like this.”

“Baby, you can’t keep telling me it’s an emergency when it’s not,” Rafe admonished gently.

“Rafe, I have never looked hotter. A wardrobe malfunction is an emergency,” you said with utmost seriousness.

Shaking his head with a chuckle, Rafe gently turned you around. “Alright, let me see what I can do.”

With a few deft movements, he managed to unstick the zipper and secure your dress properly. “There, all set. You look perfect,” he said, his tone softening.

You turned back to face him, a grateful smile spreading across your face. “You’re my hero.”

He smirked, pulling you into a quick kiss. “Always, baby. Now, let’s get back out there before anyone notices we’re both missing.”

As he began to walk away, you reached for his hand, pulling him back. He looked at you, confused.

“I think no one would notice if we were gone a few more minutes,” you said, a mischievous glint in your eye.

Understanding what you were implying, Rafe locked the bathroom door, ensuring privacy. You smirked as he pulled you into his arms, one hand gripping your ass and the other cupping your cheek, drawing you into a feverish kiss.

“You gonna let me fuck you against the sink?” he murmured against your lips.

“No,” you replied, earning a puzzled head tilt from him. “I don’t want to wrinkle the dress.”

He rolled his eyes, chuckling. “Baby, I love you, but you’re the only person who’s gonna notice if that dress is wrinkled.”

You scoffed. “That’s so untrue. I guarantee you if something happens to it, I’ll hear shit about it for the next week.”

“Then what do you want me to do?” he asked, equally intrigued and confused.

“Stand there and look handsome while I suck you off,” you said, dropping to your knees with a wicked grin.

Rafe's eyes darkened with desire as he watched you sink to your knees, your hands moving to unbuckle his belt. The anticipation in the small bathroom was palpable, the sounds of the party muffled by the walls.

He leaned back against the sink, his breath hitching as you freed him from his pants. "You sure about this, baby?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

You looked up at him through your lashes, giving him a slow, teasing smile. "Positive."

Your lips wrapped around him, and Rafe let out a shaky breath, his hand tangling in your hair. The intensity of the moment made it hard for him to stay quiet, but he bit down on his lip, stifling any sounds that might alert the partygoers outside.

As you worked your magic, Rafe's head tilted back, his grip on the sink tightening. "Fuck, you’re amazing," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

The thrill of potentially getting caught only heightened the experience, making each moment more electrifying. He could feel himself getting closer, the sensation almost overwhelming.

"Baby, I'm close," he warned, his voice strained.

You responded by increasing your pace, taking him deeper until he couldn't hold back any longer. With a muffled groan, he came, his body tensing as waves of pleasure washed over him.

Breathing heavily, Rafe looked down at you, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and awe as you swallowed his cum. "God, I love you," he whispered, helping you to your feet and pulling you into a tender kiss.

"Not as much as I love you," you teased, wiping the corner of your mouth with a satisfied smile.

Rafe chuckled, his thumb brushing your cheek. "Any other emergencies you need me to take care of?"

"None that can’t wait until later tonight," you replied with a wink.

He adjusted his clothes and smoothed his hair, while you made sure your dress was flawless. "We should get back out there before anyone gets suspicious," he said, taking a deep breath to compose himself.

You nodded, kissing him one last time before you both headed back to the party. As you rejoined the festivities, you both exchanged a knowing smile, the secret of your intimate moment adding a thrilling edge to the night as you both went back to your fathers, pretending to barely know one another.

#5: a real emergency

Today, your father and Ward were finalizing a deal they'd been hashing out for months, and Rafe was elated to be in the room for these critical negotiations. It felt like a validation, maybe even a nod from his father towards grooming him for a future role in the family business.

“I’m thinking somewhere in the 5-10 million range,” Ward suggested, his tone businesslike, though your father wasn't having it.

“It’s worth no less than 15, you cheap bastard,” your dad retorted sharply, the tension in the room thickening.

Rafe pondered defending his father when his phone rang loudly, drawing disapproving glares from both men. He hastily declined it, apologizing, but the persistent ringing forced his hand.

“You might as well answer it, son,” Ward scoffed, irritation evident. “Clearly, it’s more important than this.”

With a sigh, Rafe answered the call, realizing it was from you.

“I’ll talk to you later. I’m in a meeting,” he started, trying to keep his voice steady.

“I know it's the big one today, but it’s an emergency. Can you please come to The Wreck?” Your voice trembled, on the edge of tears.

“I can’t deal with this right now,” Rafe replied tersely, aware of the eyes on him.

“Rafe, please. I need you,” you pleaded urgently.

“Bullshit. You always say it’s an emergency, and it never is. I drop everything every time, and this is important and you know it.”

Rafe felt a knot in his stomach, glancing uncomfortably at the proud expressions on both his father's and your father's faces. He knew if your dad heard him talking like this and knew it was toward you, it could jeopardize the deal.

“I love you, baby, but you're dramatic and we both know it,” he murmured softly, hoping his words were just for you.

“Are you serious right now!?” Your voice crackled with outrage. “I’m not being dramatic. I need you to come to The Wreck. It’s an emergency—”

“I will see you tonight,” Rafe interrupted firmly. “I’m sure whatever is an 'emergency' now will be resolved by the time you come over.”

“Fuck you,” you snapped before he hung up.

Rafe sighed heavily, knowing he had to focus on salvaging the situation in the room. He exchanged a tense glance with your father and Ward, mentally preparing to re-engage in the negotiation, hoping his decision wouldn't come back to haunt him later.

"I'm sure there's a middle ground that we can find here," Rafe stated, his tone calm yet assertive, despite the tension in the room. Ward glanced at him with a pleased expression, seemingly impressed with Rafe's initiative and approach to finding a compromise.

Later that night, Rafe waited, anticipating the text that would signal your arrival at the back door, but it never came. He laid on his bed, staring up at the slow whir of the ceiling fan, growing increasingly impatient. After leaving the meeting, he had texted you an apology, but there had been no reply. He was certain you were upset with him for not dropping everything to attend to your latest request or solve whatever issue had arisen. While he found your dramatic tendencies entertaining at times, tonight they felt exhausting for him.

Eventually, he gave in and decided to call you. The phone rang several times before it went to voicemail. He fought to contain his frustration as he heard your cheerful voice inviting him to leave a message. As your boyfriend, he didn't expect to be sent to voicemail. You always answered his calls.

"Listen, I know you're upset, but you need to get over it. Call me back when you're ready to be reasonable," he said firmly, ending the call with a sigh. He waited anxiously after hanging up, half-expecting a fiery response from you. The silence that followed felt heavy and frustrating.

Hours passed, and just as he was about to give up and head out to find you, his phone finally rang. Without hesitation, he answered on the first ring.

"So you've decided to be a big girl and stop with the dramatics," he teased, a hint of annoyance still evident in his voice.

You yawned sleepily on the other end, indicating you had just woken up. "Rafe, I was asleep. And you don't get to be mad. I'm the one pissed at you."

"You've been ignoring me all afternoon. It's almost midnight. I have a right to be a little pissed," he retorted, frustration still lingering.

"I've been asleep all afternoon," you countered.

"Sure, you've been asleep for the past eight hours," he scoffed sarcastically.

"Not the past eight, but the past six. The painkillers knocked me out," you explained groggily, your voice still thick with sleep.

Rafe froze, his mind racing as he processed your words. "What painkillers?"

"The ones the hospital gave me. I don’t know what they are, but they work," you replied, your tone serious despite the sleepiness.

"What hospital?!" Rafe's voice shot up, panic creeping in.

"The one I went to after you were a total jerk to me on the phone," you retorted, annoyance piercing through your drowsiness.

Rafe's blood ran cold. "Shit, I didn't know. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I tried," you muttered, irritation bubbling up. "But you were too busy playing Mr. Important Businessman."

“You should’ve told me how serious it was. What happened?”

“I went to The Wreck with the girls for lunch and tripped on the steps. I smacked my head and twisted my ankle really badly. And I did tell you it was an emergency. You told me I was being dramatic.”

“Baby, I’m so sorry. Did an ambulance take you to the hospital?”

"No, JJ Maybank was there, and he took me to the hospital after you told me no."

Rafe's stomach churned. Not only had he failed to be there for you, but JJ Maybank had stepped in, the last person Rafe wanted involved in your life. His fists clenched in frustration, guilt gnawing at him.

"JJ Maybank?" he repeated, struggling to keep his voice steady. "I should've been there. I'm so sorry."

"It's fine. He was nice," you sighed, weariness seeping into your voice. "I just wanted you to be there for me."

Rafe exhaled, the weight of his mistakes pressing down on him. "I'll be there in ten. I promise."

He hung up and grabbed his keys, a fierce determination settling over him. As he sped towards your place, his mind churned with thoughts of how to apologize and prove how much you meant to him. He wouldn’t let JJ—or anyone else—take his place again. Never again would he doubt you when you called with an emergency, even if your flair for drama sometimes made him roll his eyes. He knew now that he would be there for you, no questions asked.

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[bikananjarrus]

i'm just going to dive right into it, but i am so deeply upset and mad about cinta's death. not necessarily that it happened, but because i thought it was written so carelessly, and it just feels so deeply unfair to the character, to varada, to vel and faye, to the fans, who waited over 2 years to see cinta's arc only for it to be reduced to that.

of course i'm upset that cinta is dead, and i would like more than anything for her to be alive. i wasn't necessarily surprised by her death (the distinct lack of footage in the trailers was a clue, and then the very obvious foreshadowing dialogue in 2x06 sealed the deal). but i would be a lot less angry about her death if it had been given the proper time and consideration to fully play out and actually meant something for her character.

which, the way it was done - a stray friendly fire blaster bolt - is such a pointless death that that is the point. it was a meaningless death; it didn't have to happen that way. but because the ghorman rebel didn't listen to her and vel, because he thought he knew better than them, his carelessness got her killed. i completely understand what they were going for, and i don't necessarily hate the way she died. especially as this show has continually put emphasis this season on how hard it is to build a rebellion, and the rebel alliance we know.

so i get what they were going for; but to give her 30 seconds of footage where she didn't even speak in the first arc, and then only bring her back for ONE episode in the second arc, just to kill her off in the same one??? it's so disrespectful and unfair and just sloppy writing.

cinta's entire arc over the last two years now has been off-screen. we know nothing about how she hurt vel that caused them to split up in the first place; we know nothing about why luthen was so intent on keeping them apart, aside from personal feelings, even though they clearly work really well together?? (luthen also lets bix and cassian stay together; no shade to bix and cass themselves, but the writing choice to keep the straight couple together and the lesbian couple apart is hm. feels bad.) cinta tells us that she had a terrible injury that kept her down for a "long time," but we get no details other than that, and now we never will. (don't even get me started on the "i'll tell you about it someday" dialogue. anyone who's watched any bit of television knows that that's a dead giveaway for something bad is going to happen. and in a show that historically does subtlety very well, this was not that. it just felt a bit lazy.)

i, personally, am struggling a bit with the pacing this season (namely with the huge time jumps), and i don't think it did cinta (and velcinta) any favors at all. bringing her back, giving her some lovely heartfelt scenes, finally starting to break down her walls a bit and have her reunite with vel, only to kill her off right away just felt so sloppy and lazy. if it was always going to end with her death, it should've been spread out over the ghorman arc. she should've been in more than one episode, she and vel should've gotten the chance to start to really grow back together. and as much as i understand the friendly fire angle, a pointless death has been done before (especially when it comes to queer women). i felt like i've watched this very plot play out a million times before, which makes me so fucking irritated because i know andor writing is better than this! i've seen it!

vel's speech at the end was absolutely beautiful (faye and varada did an absolutely incredible job this episode), but i can't help but wish that a rebellion hero like cinta got more of a heroic death. a more meaningful death. if it had to be done, it should've been done with more respect and weight and not like it was just shoved on at the end to make some point about "rebellion requires sacrifice." both cinta and vel already know the rebellion requires sacrifice! cinta's whole family was murdered. and if this was supposed to be some lesson for vel about how she has to lose people to become a leader, 1) she's already a leader! and 2) she HAS lost people. she lost almost the whole aldhani crew! and you could already tell in this episode that her leadership skills had grown stronger; she was confident and taking no bullshit from the ghormans when talking to them. she didn't need the "lesson" of cinta dying to make her a better rebel. she's already a rebel.

and cinta, who said that she didn't really know herself, deserved the chance to get to find out who she was. what kind of rebel she really was. and preferably, if she'd gotten to live, find out who she was without a rebellion.

[lostinlovingrevery]

Crybaby Worstie smut for you 😘🫴💕

It turns out that the Worst Wolverine is a crybaby. The first time is when you kiss at the end of a date. He has tears in his eyes. He tells you he's so lucky and can't believe he's been given a second chance at happiness in this universe. The tremor in the hand holding yours as he walks you home is what convinces you to see him for a second date.

The second time is when you jerk him off under a blanket during your impromptu movie night. You'd both become too hot and bothered by your proximity during Die Hard 2, the explosions and gunfire proved too exhilarating for Logan. His kisses and furtive touching turned into half mounting you and humping your thigh. You just about get your hand down his pants and squeeze him before he's busting his load in his pants and crying about it.

The movie is almost over and he's still crying. He says he's embarrassed, it doesn't usually happen like that, it's been a long time for him and he likes you so much he couldn't help it. He wipes away his tears without letting you see them. You give him the last of the popcorn, tell him not to worry about it.

The third time you realise his sexual response is linked to tears. If it's guilt or regret, pain or fear you’re not sure. You hesitate to ask him why he cries when you touch him, you can’t help holding back, he looks so beautiful when he’s crying.

His hazel eyes fill with such mourning, his face reddens and he struggles to speak. His voice, already deep and rough, gets congested and halting. He may possess animalistic rage and predatory reflexes but all beings crave comfort. All mammals long to curl up somewhere warm and kind to weep when they’ve been battered and ache for too long.

“I’m sorry.” He wipes his nose with the back of his flannel sleeve. “Embarassing that this keeps fucking happenin’ to me when I’m with you.”

You shush him and take his face in your hands. You tell him it's good to let it out, that he can trust you and confide in you. You had been making out on the couch again, this time going further, both your pants were discarded to the floor, he was hard and you were so ready and now he’s… losing his boner as he sobs into your shirt.

So you reach down to stroke him, tug his face up to kiss him once again. His tears mingle with the taste of his kisses and it’s so perfect you could shed tears of your own but you won’t. You squeeze him cruelly and he hisses through his emotions.

“Fuck.” He grunts from his chest. “I’m a mess.” He swallows. “Do you want to stop?”

Without replying you kiss him again. He moans and takes your kisses, your touches, your tender but sure strokes up and down his cock. He’s worked up, not having been with anyone in quite some time.

His hands shake as you work him higher and higher. His reddened eyes roll back and he holds himself above you on shaky arms. His chest heaves, his lip wobbles, he sobs a few times, tears run rivers down his face, through his beard to drip on your neck. You feel baptised by his anguish and his saintly look of his despairing pleasure takes your breath away.

You mistake a whimper for a growl as he reaches his end in your palm. The relief and release he must feel all at once is enviable. He melts against you, hips rolling into your clutching, now spunk-wet, palm.

From your position on the couch, trapped happily beneath a 300lb crybaby, you drag over a box of tissues from the coffee table. You wipe your palm. He wipes his eyes.

The way i would give him orgasm after orgasm just to keep him crying so he would let it all out. This man. I love him so much. I need him whimpering and shaking and being unconsolable bc he cant stop cumming. Just keep kissing his tears away.

LORD. This was fun to read aafter the day i had!!! Thank you!!! I love reading your blurbs in my inbox!!!!!

Also the way he would have to feel SO SAFE to be able to break down like that!!! I could NEVER judge him, tease him, etc etc for it bc he needs the comfort and for someone like logan whos such a lone wolf to be able to break down esp in smth so intimate would be such a shocking scene but so heartfelt too. And honestly, me being the way i am- id probably start bawling right there with him. Then theres just two crybabies while ones being jerked off by the other. What a scene.

Hmmm...hurt comfort smut with a crying logan and reader? Might write smth like that soon....👀🤔

[lllivia]

Dating Jackie Taylor

warnings: precrash!Jackie, angst(?), fluff, nsfw (under cut), switch!Jackie

❃ you and Jackie had been friends since childhood, both your parents being very friendly and having eachother over for dinner almost every other weekend.

❃ and maybe you'd always had a crush on her - you wouldn't know.. You just knew that the more you grew up and saw her grow with you, the more you wanted to be the reason for the smile on her face.

❃ But it was Jeff who was responsible for that.

❃ Jackie and Jeff had been in an on and off relationship since ninth grade after Jeff had kissed her at some dumb birthday party. You remembered that day and how you didn't know why a lump in your throat started to develop the more Jackie giggled at the boys words.

❃ but you continued acting like everything was normal, over the years managing to push that side of you deep down. It wasn't like the two of you could ever happen anyways.. You were living in rural wiskayok in the 90s for godsake, imagine what people would say! And that was if she even felt the same way about you..

❃ well she did. Jackie had spent years secretly pining over you, ever since Jeff had stood her up and "forgotten" their 1 year anniversary, and you had decided that you would take her out anyways. You spent the night having fun together, going to the cinema, eating at the diner in town, and ending up at the arcade where you managed to get her a cute little bunny plush.

❃ that day Jackie came home with the biggest blushing grin on her face, going to bed clutching the rabbit teddy like her life depended on it. ...She was so fucked.

❃ at first she decided that what she was feeling for you was just normal friendly feelings, like what she felt for Shauna! But she soon figured out that that really wasn't the case when she would giggle like a schoolgirl every time you said something.

❃ but you couldn't be together. You just couldn't. She had Jeff, they were quite literally the perfect high school sweethearts!

❃ Still, she couldn't help wanting you.

❃ something changed however when a party came around and everyone insisted on playing spin the bottle where the two chosen ones had to go into a closet for 7 minutes with the lights off and door closed.

❃ what are the chances then that you and Jackie got picked! At first Jackie refused, explaining that she couldn't do it because she had a boyfriend - but after a few awhs of disappointment from the others it didn't take much to convince her.

❃ wellll.. You spend the next 7 minutes making out desperately in the closet. So much for not acting out on your crush.

❃ "fuck.. I like you Jackie" "..I- I really like you too"

❃ she promptly breaks up with Jeff, saying that it wasn't him - it was her.

❃ anyways, you keep it secret for a while - Jackie being terrified that her reputation would be affected and that her parents would disown her. But you make it work despite the secrecy, Jackie being the same sweet girl behind doors - only never having to fake anything in front of you.

❃ she struggles quite a bit with internalized homophobia, but it got a lot better over time when she realized that you were the best thing in her life. And that she would never ruin that for anything else.

❃ love love loves baking with you, it's so intimate and cozy. Like the two of you are completely alone in the world together. And chocolate chip cookies are definitely her specialty - when she doesn't eat all the dough up.

❃ you come to every single one of her games, always excited support your favorite captain. It's so cute watching how focused she gets when playing against another team.

❃ after your first "date" together you've buy her a new plush every month - gotta treat your queen yk. She treasures them like they're your literal children - she even lost one once and literally called you crying in her bed.

❃ you guys go to concerts together all the time - the jumping around like no ones watching, and being able to cling onto eachother in public without worrying too much about who sees you is truly freeing.

— nsfw —

❃ after Jeff, she's so used to being sexually disappointed that she literally didn't believe that she could experience an orgasm that wasn't by her own touch.

❃ but oh boy was she wrong. One day you'd caught her whimpering and rubbing her clit next to what she thought was your sleeping body in the middle of the night, and you knew you couldn't pass the opportunity.

❃ "Jackie... Do you need help?"

❃ you'd never done anything like it before, but when you finally went down on her, it immediately felt like second nature. She was pretty embarrassed at first - she'd never gotten this wet when she was with Jeff, but the way you took your time and listened to the noises she made as to know what she liked made it the perfect experience for the both of you.

❃ she can't get enough of you after that - she even struggles to masturbate bcs you do it so much better than her fingers.

❃ but after a while she starts getting curious.. You were always the one on top, so, what if you switched positions?

❃ she brings it up shyly when things start to get heated and you're about to peel her pants off. "Can I.. go down on you?". You're kinda shocked at first, but quickly get over it when you see the pleading expression on her face.

❃ so you teach Jackie what you like and show her all your weak spots, and wow, she's surprised she'd never done this earlier. The intoxicating taste and smell pulls her in as she licks and sucks away (still too nervous to use her fingers) ...And she ends up desperately cumming in her underwear after rubbing herself against your leg the whole time.

❃ she gets a hang of it after awhile and after a few times she gets so skilled with that tongue of hers that she can make you cum in less than 10 minutes. Which she is incredibly proud of - the smile on her slick covered face grinning stupidly up at you.

❃ has a thing for quickies in lowkey public places - drags you into the lockerroom at school during history class so you can eat her out.

❃ gets embarrassingly wet when you wear clothes she picked out for you. There's something about the fact that you're hers and she gets to influence what you do that makes her incredibly horny.

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a/n: I'm glad y'all are enjoying these headcanons sm!! 😫

Send requests PLSSS 🙏🙏😭 I'm running out of creativity (but I am working on my other requests dw 🤫)

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[thatstrangegiiirrlll]

Weak hero Headcanon

How they act when they have a crush

Yeon Sieun

Sieun is extremely prioritized, his studies are everything. He didn’t ask for friends, but now that he has them, he clearly will do anything to protect them, even when he tries to separate himself and be alone again — It never works out. So someone like him developing a crush would make that person a very special person if they catch his eye. He’d observe quietly, admiring them. He’d do subtle things like help them with class work when he notices them struggling. Whether he makes a move or not would be somewhat difficult to know for sure. But his approach would be slow and steady either way, taking small points out of the day to interact with them.

Ahn Suho

As an extremely protective, confident, and masculine guy, Suho would be the exact same with a crush. He’s tough, but he’s truly a big softie. When it comes to a crush, he’ll roll out the red carpet for them, holding the door open, making them laugh, complimenting them. Suho is the type that will approach a person he’s interested in with confidence that can’t help but win them over. He just oozes charisma that can’t be touched.

Oh Beom-seok

When Beomseok has a crush, he acts distant and somewhat uninterested because he doesn’t know how to navigate his emotions. When interacting with his person of interest, he’d be fidgety and awkward. Beomseok would put them on a pedestal, making it even harder for him to see that they’re just human as well and to shoot his shot. He’d get caught staring at them with adoration and immediately look away in fear of rejection. The chances of him confessing how he feels are slim to none. He’d most likely just remain in his head about it.

Park Humin

Humin is a lot like Suho, but slightly goofier. He’ll do his best to make his crush laugh, knowing that his humor and positive energy is what helps win someone over. He’s not a pretty boy, he’s a tough, manly guy that happens to be a big, cuddly teddy bear. When coming up to his crush, he’ll crack a joke, compliment their outfit, and tell them how beautiful their smile is. Humin’s boldness will definitely win them over.

Seo Juntae

Juntae is very meek and timid, but when he has a crush he follows them around like a lost puppy. He does cute things like write them love notes and bring them their favorite snacks. When they’re down, he always encourages them, even when he doesn’t know the right words to say. He always knows how to bring light into a dark situation. His bright attitude and adorableness will make anyone fold.

Go Hyeontak

Gotak is relatively laid back and nonchalant when he has a crush on someone. Not in an uninterested way, but in a way that shows he’ll be fine whether his crush likes him back or not. He’s not scared of rejection. Every so often, he’ll show off some of his taekwondo moves to impress them, even going as far as to teach them a few moves. He’s playful and relaxed with his crush. They’d love that he’s a breath of fresh air that isn’t easily intimidated.

A/N: I’m not gonna lie, I’m lowkey biased. Sieun is my favorite character out of them. And I had some struggles with Beomseok 😩😩 his character pisses me off so bad, but I know some people would still appreciate his appearance every now and again — despite my seething resentment ಠ_ಠ

~ Also I’ll be opening my requests up next week I’m excited to see what ideas you guys have for me.

— Ash <3

[theorahsart]

What are your pronouns? Also what do you think of Robespierre?

I go by they/them!

And Robespierre, I have so many thoughts on him.

-I admire his integrity and honesty, something that was back then and is now, so hard to find in a politician 😅

-I think he worked incredibly hard and pushed through a lot of self induced illness/burn out, to try and make a better world.

-His consistent belief in and fight for human rights is very inspiring to me. He understood well before the 20th century that upholding this would be the bedrock of modern day society.

- His stubbornness in some situations was admirable, but on a practical level I dont think it was a helpful trait- he struggled to work/compromise with his colleagues.

-He had so much insight and compassion in some situations, but seemed to completely lack social skills or an ability to read ppl very well.

-Both of these flaws I think meant during the last year of his life when he finally had a chance to make a meaningful change, he wasnt able to do as much as he might have, and he more easily became a target of the paranoia/rumours/personal conflicts that led to his execution.

-I feel that he, like a lot of other revolutionaries, was too quick to trust that democracy would quickly work out once in the right hands, and too quick to put blame on things like spies/counter revolution when it wasnt working right away.

(Since no one had done modern democracy before, or had years of study/knowledge on conspiracies/fake news etc I acknowledge that I cant rly critique ppl from 200 yrs ago for having a short sighted view on such a unprecedented situation.)

-I continue to find Robespierre's attempt at looking for a 'middle ground' during the Terror very interesting. He hated violence, he hated the war (like as far as I can see he really couldnt hack any kind of violence on a personal level), but acknowledged that the situation in France was life threatening and that violence was inevitable when attempting to survive and win the War. He tries so hard to bring the reality of that situation and his own little utopian vision of a peaceful world together in his writings, his reasonings, his very cynical notebook notes lol

He tries really hard. It seems to come with terrible consequences to his health and to how Frev politics is navigated on many levels.

But that messiness is so interesting and I learn more with each book I read.

[luna-azzurra]

Hi Luna🙂

Today I came across your account by chance and literally devoured many of your posts. Your tips are worth their weight in gold and are making me rethink my character (my OC).

One thing I've noticed... I think his lore is well developed, but I'm not sure how he's supposed to achieve his goal anymore.

Er ist der Sohn eines der berüchtigtsten Schurken dieser Welt und möchte nicht im Schatten seines Vaters stehen. Er möchte seinen eigenen Weg gehen, aber kein „Held“ werden, denn das würde eine Verpflichtung bedeuten, die er nicht eingehen möchte.

His problem, however, is that he looks very similar to his father and has almost the same quirk (ability).

This leads to everyone seeing him only as their father and not as the person he really is.

My question now is: Would it be better for such a character to give up and simply become evil over time, or would some kind of “anti-hero” be better?

Hey (◍•ᴗ•◍)

First of all, thank you for the kind words, seriously, that means a lot. And second? Holy hell, I love this character setup. You’ve built a character with some incredible tension at his core. He’s not just trying to break out of a legacy, he’s trying to break out of his own reflection. He looks like his father. Has the same quirk. People see him and immediately slap the “villain” label on him before he even gets a word in.

That does something to a person.

When you’re constantly treated like you already are something, especially something dark, something dangerous...it’s not just annoying. It’s exhausting. It's isolating. Eventually, even the strongest-willed people start to ask, “Is there any point in fighting this?” And that’s what makes your question so powerful:

Should he give up and just become evil? Or should he try to become an anti-hero?

Let’s unpack both...

╰ Going Full Villain – “If I’m gonna be hated anyway…”

On the surface, this path makes sense. People already expect the worst. They project his father onto him every time he walks into a room. They don’t see him, but just the shadow he casts. So at some point, yeah, it might feel easier to stop trying to prove he’s not his dad and just… lean into it.

But that wouldn’t be surrender, that would be self-erasure. It’s not a choice rooted in desire or ideology, it’s rooted in burnout. Bitterness. A kind of emotional collapse.

You can absolutely write this path if you want to explore what it means to become the mask others forced onto you. There’s beauty in tragedy. There’s pain in watching someone slip into the very shape they swore they’d never take, just because no one gave them the chance to be more.

But… is that really what he wants? Or is it what he thinks is left?

╰ Becoming an Anti-Hero – “I’ll make my own damn category”

This, to me, is where his heart probably lives.

Because from what you described, he doesn’t want to be a villain. But he also doesn’t want to be a hero, like not in the clean, performative, cape-wearing sense. Heroism, to him, feels like a cage made of expectations. He doesn’t want to be anyone’s symbol. Doesn’t want to be a PR-friendly redemption arc. He just wants to be free—to exist outside the script written for him.

That’s anti-hero territory.

And the beautiful thing about anti-heroes is, that they fight for things they care about, not things they’re told to care about. They help people, but they break rules doing it. They’re messy, unpredictable, and wildly human.

Let your character become someone who carves out his own moral compass. Someone who helps the helpless but refuses to smile for the cameras. Someone who uses his father’s powers but twists them into something new. Something meaningful. Something his own.

And let him struggle with it. Let him wonder if he’s becoming what everyone feared, and then have a moment, one small, honest moment, where he chooses not to.

╰  One more thought, What if the real story isn’t about what side he chooses…but about who he becomes when no one’s looking?

Not villain. Not hero. Not symbol. Just… him.

A kid born in someone else’s shadow, learning, slowly, painfully, that he can make his own light, even if it flickers. Even if people don’t see it. Even if it scares them. And maybe that light doesn’t look heroic. Maybe it’s sharp-edged. Maybe it hurts people sometimes. But it’s his. And that is more powerful than anything he could be labeled.

You’re already thinking so deeply about this character, which tells me you care. And that’s how stories get written with soul. Don’t rush the answer. Let him show you who he is over time...

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A Charlie craven (I think that is how it's spelled) X nurodivergint reader specifically autistic or ADHD or both if its no trouble its ok if you don't want to

Yeah no problem! I'm gonna stick to autism for this post because I don't have ADHD and I fear trying to write for it will end up with me falling into stereotypes, but if you would still like an ADHD post, I'll be happy to write one!

Yandere! Mafia Boss With A Darling Who Has Autism

gn! reader

Warnings: kidnapping, implied torture involving skin (not on reader), overstimulation, intentional and unintentional infantilization, obsession, mentioned fighting, Charlie doesn't know much about autism but he's learning

Divider credit goes to: @enchanthings-a

-I feel like Charlie would be pretty understanding of an autistic darling, all things considered. Of course, kidnapping you and forcing you into a new environment wasn't so great, especially if you already weren't good with change to begin with, but he had expected a bad reaction, so it was kind of par for the course.

-Having said that, Charlie does do everything he can to keep your environment as comfortable as possible. He already learned your likes and dislikes through stalking you, so your room will already be decked out in the most comfortable, least overstimulating decorations, textures, and colors by the time you get there. The change is horrifying and so is the situation, but you can't really complain about the room. That's been decorated to perfection. Charlie also tries to keep the rest of the house relatively friendly to your needs, but it might take awhile to fix some things, depending on the previous furnishing and your preferences.

-Charlie's naturally pretty blunt with his thoughts and emotions, so he doesn't have a hard time communicating efficiently with you. He's always made himself very clear with what he wants to convey, and while he's much gentler with you than his employees, that habit doesn't die. He just uses a nicer tone when speaking to you. When there are mix ups in communication, he doesn't get upset. You ask him for clarification or he'll see your confusion and he immediately clarifies whatever it is he was talking about, barely giving the miscommunication a second thought. he truly doesn't get bothered by it, he gets it. As long as you understand what he's saying by the end of it, all is good.

-Because Charlie's super protective of you, you don't often get the chance to interact with others besides him (at least at first). However, in the event that you do end up in social situations, Charlie makes sure you're always comfortable and in the loop with what's going on. If there's some social cue you're not picking up on, Charlie will be sure to clarify for you. He's not very subtle about it so it can be embarrassing and borderline infantilizing, but he's not doing it on purpose. He just wants to include you fully, and telling you how it is tends to be Charlie's go to. If you give him a better way to communicate possibly missed social cues he'll quickly adapt, but if you don't say anything he'll carry on they way he normally does.

-One thing that does drive Charlie a little crazy is a lack of eye contact, but if you're someone who struggles with that, he tries not to blame you. He's aware it's not your fault and it's not like you're trying to be rude, so he has no real reason to complain. He just likes connecting with you via eye contact, but he'll figure out ways to cope with the lack of it appropriately.

-One thing you and Charlie have in common is the tendency to have more black and white thought patterns. It can lead to some pretty heated arguments if you two can't get the other to understand your point of view. It'll take a decent amount of work and communication to work that out, and it's something you two may need to start getting better at. Still, it's nice to have someone who can relate to similar thought patterns, even if it creates issues sometimes.

-Charlie often does his best to keep anything that could trigger your sensory issues to a minimum, but he is naturally pretty loud, which might cause some issues. Still, he'll try to keep his voice at a reasonable level if you ask him to. He'll also do his best to control other aspects that might trigger you like textures, air quality, temperature, brightness, stuff like that. It's not too hard considering how much money he has at his disposal to change things out if need be, it's more an adjustment in terms of remembering what's ok and what isn't. He's pretty good at remembering though, only the best for his darling, right?

-If you do happen to get overwhelmed or overstimulated, Charlie makes sure to bring you to a dark, quiet spot in the house. He's not sure exactly how to comfort you, if you want to be touched, if he should say anything, so he'll probably shuffle around awkwardly and wait for you to tell him what to do. He doesn't want to make things worse for you, after all. He'll mostly just end up sitting relatively close you without touching you directly, nervously rocking back and forth while he watches you try to calm down. He hates when you feel like this, especially since you describe overstimulation as having something crawl or poke around in your skin. As someone who's inflicted skin related torture on people before, it is not an experience he wants you to go through. Ever.

-On the topic of hyperfixations, Charlie doesn't really understand them, at least when you first explain it to him. He'll indulge you of course, buying you anything and everything related to whatever you may be obsessing over while listening to you talk nonstop about it, but he doesn't really understand why you feel so strongly about something seemingly unimportant. Why do you care so much about some random piece of media, or a band, or something of the like? Sure it's entertaining, but is it that cool?

-And then he realizes that he's just as obsessed with you as you are with your hyper fixation, and honestly, he's even more offended. Why can't you focus your devotion onto him, like he's done to you? Why does a something so insignificant grasp your attention more then him? Is he not good enough? Does he not entertain you enough? Is e not loving you enough? What more can he do to prove he deserves to be the focus of your obsession?

-Yeah he doesn't really understand the difference between being harmlessly obsessed with a piece of media and being obsessed with a real person to the point of stalking and kidnapping, but uh...that's neither here nor there.

-The biggest downside to being with Charlie as an autistic person is his habit of infantilizing you, but you have to understand that it's not because of your autism, it's because he's insane. No matter who his darling is, autistic or not, he'll treat them like they're much more fragile then they actually are. Because you're a civilian, he believes you to be much more weak then him, both in mind and in body. It's for this reason that he babies you to near death. He wants to spoil you rotten, but he also sees you as beneath him, in a way. Like you're someone who needs to be coddled and protected rather than a normal person with unique strengths and weaknesses. It has nothing to do wit your autism though, so it's not like he's treating you differently then he would any other darling.

-Overall, he's not too bad with an autistic darling, despite his lack of understanding on the matter. If you can ignore his typical infantilization, you'll probably fare fine.

I hope you enjoyed!

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Even more ACL Chaos: picking up the Pieces (KerstinCasparijXRuthBrownXJillRoordXCasparijReader)

Part 1 & 2 :

A/N: please read the other two parts First. So it makes sense.

Warnings: Google translate used. Mental health struggles.

Summary: you are struggling with your ACL still and have some setbacks.

It was 7 months after your ACL injury and you still weren't back in regular Training with the Team. No you are practicing with the phyiso. Frustrated cause you still had some pain. The reason for that was that you had needed another surgery during the recovery process when you had slipped and landed on your knee a few weeks ago. It was a minor surgery but the fact that you were doing so much better and the pain was mostly gone, but now was back cause of the fall, really messed with your head.

Thankfully Jill was a saint. Because you sure were really emotional. And often looked really grumpy but Jill was always there to Support you.

you just got home from physiotherapy, Jill was already Home. Walking over to you. Kissing your cheek.

"hey Love, how was physical therapy?" She asked you.

"Het was oké." You replied and offered her a small, tried smile. ( it was okay. )

"Ik ben blij dat te horen. Ik denk dat het een goed teken is dat je niet meer huilt als je thuiskomt van de fysiotherapie." Your fiancee stated. You pulled her in for a kiss. ( i am glad to hear that. i think it's a good sign that you don't cry anymore when you get home from physical therapy. )

"Ik ben een beetje gefrustreerd over de tegenslag na de tweede operatie. Maar blijkbaar gaat het wel goed met de oefeningen." You explained. ( just a bit frustrated about the setback with the second surgery. but apparently I am doing well with the exercises. )

"volkomen begrijpelijk." Jill said. You smiled a bit and kissed her softly. She kissed you back. ( totally understandable. )

"Laten we knuffelen op de bank." You told her. She giggled softly. ( let's cuddle on the couch. )

" Dat kunnen we niet. Je zus komt met Ruth mee. " She let you know. You sighed softly. You loved your sister and Ruth, but a mental health day, with Just your fiancee, would have been nice. ( we can't. your sister is coming over with Ruth. )

"Nou ja. Maar vanavond krijg ik dan wel knuffels?" You asked hopefully. ( oh well. but tonight I get my cuddles? )

"Natuurlijk, mijn liefste." Jill replied and kissed you sorry before she opened the door cause the doorbell went off. ( of course, my love. )

"Hey, hoe gaat het, zusje?" Kerstin asked. ( Hey, how are you, sis? )

"Hé, ik heb zeker slechtere dagen gehad." You told her and hugged her. Before you hugged Ruth. Smiling a bit. ( hey, I for sure had worse days. )

"well it certainly is nice to see you smiling again." Ruth told you.

"why thank you. How are you the two of you doing?" You wanted to know.

"we are doing well!" Ruth stated.

"yeah Things are good." Your twin replied. You offered them a small smile.

"that's good to hear!" You said.

"it is indeed!" Jill replied.

"so Happy for you, twin!" Kerstin said and you laughed softly.

The Four of you had ordered some Pizza and talked about the upcoming Game against Chelsea. Jill was set to play. Making it her official return onto the pitch. You on the other hand would just be able to watch from the sidelines. Or better the Family and Friends section with Ruth.

"we have a Chance to win. I know we can do it!" Ruth said.

"you can. I believe in you Guys!" You stated. Your twin didn't miss the shift in your voice. It was laced with pain.

"you are part of the Team as well, y/n. You know that. Right?" Kerstin asked. You stayed quiet for a moment.

"Ik ben het eens met wat je zus zei." Your fiancee said softly. Squeezing your hand gently. ( I agree with what your sister said. )

"Ik heb me al heel lang niet meer echt onderdeel van het team gevoeld, eerlijk gezegd." You admitted. Being injured and doing Physio while everyone else is on the pitch could be very isolating. And make you feel like you are all alone in this. Even when that wasn't the case. ( i haven't really felt like part of the team in a very long time, to be honest. )

"y/n...why didn't you say something? Cause you are part of the Team. We need you!" Jill replied. Kerstin frowned softly. Upset with herself that she didn't realize this sooner. You shrugged your shoulders and sighed softly.

"cause i didn't want you guys to think i am dramatic or something." You explained. The mental struggles that come with Long time injuries and Recovery are not talked about enough. Which is upsetting. Cause it's such an important topic.

"liefje, did you ever mention this to your therapist?" Your fiancee wanted to know. You took a sip of your soda to avoid an answer.

"y/n? Why didn't you talk to him about this?" Ruth wanted to know.

"i really don't know. I didn't want to drag the Sessions Out anymore and just want to Focus on getting back on the pitch." You told them.

"that's unhealthy!" Kerstin stated.

"i thought we went over this, that therapy is important and it did help you alot. So why are you now going back to hiding stuff from your therapist?!" Your fiancee wanted to know. Jill.was clearly upset but stayed quite calm for what was going on right now.

"i had a setback, i am only human." You let them know. Trying not to get emotional and cry about this.

"yes you are only human and it's okay to have setbacks, but you still need to start asking for help. Please y/n!" Kerstin said. Taking your hand and squeezing it gently.

"i will tell him tomorrow." You stated.

The next day Kerstin & Jill talked to the rest of the team, in the locker rooms.

"We need to make sure y/n knows she is still part of the Team. Cause she has been Feeling alone and like she isn't a part of this anymore." Kerstin explained.

"how about a Team bonding? Some movies, Games and good food?" Mary suggested.

"that does sound good actually. How about we do that tonight at our place?" Jill answered. Smiling a bit.

"let's do this!" Leila said softly. Everyone agreed with the Idea.

You were surprised when you heard that the Team bonding was happening today and that it was gonna be at your place. But you didn't mind at all. You knew that they were trying to make you feel included again. Which you appreciated.

So when the girls came, some music was playing. You had ordered lots of Chinese food . You currently sat on the Couch with Lauren & Rebecca.

"i am glad you are doing so much better. It's good to see you walking without limping." Rebecca said. Lauren nodded her head in agreement.

"thanks. It feels good. But not gonna lie, this Is still frustring as hell." You admitted.

"it is. i know that feeling but i also know you have the Comeback around the Corner. Because you are doing so well. Even after you needed another surgery. Look at how fast you got back from that. Only needed the crutches for like a month. So just hold on. All of us got your back. We are rooting for you!" Lauren let you know.

"agreed!" Rebecca replied.

" what the two said, we are all here for you. We are Family!" Mary replied gently, offering you a soft smile. You smiled back. The rest of the night was filled with your teammates showing you so much love.

A 2 months later you were back on the pitch for your first game. Everyone was clapping and cheering for you when you got onto the pitch , after exactly 1 year away from the field. It was a 3-3 score right now. You got subbed in during the 74th Minute. Not even 40 seconds later you scored a banger. The Score 4-3 for Manchester City. What a comeback. But you weren't done yet. No in Minute 87th you scored another Goal. 5-3 for you Guys. You scored a Hattrick in Minute 90+2. A Minute later that Game was over. You actually made it back with probably the most insane Comeback ever. Of course you got Player of the Match for that.

You also got married to Jill a month after your Comeback. So things have been going really well.

[kyoodledoodle]

I am kinda obsessed with a what if scenario where Kalina decided play "cool aunt" or "imaginary friend" with Riz.

Like jeez Kalina, you dunce. You could have been manipulating that goblin from day 1. Wasted opportunity.

Like oh my god I'm obsessed with this idea. If she took the time to 1. Drive a wedge between Sklonda and Riz and 2. Be a friend who could teach him how to do cool shit and praise him a lil bit he could have been such a fucking asset.

It would have been EASY like Kalina pushing the envelope. "Why doesn't she ever talk about your dad? Well if she can't and won't I don't mind sharing a couple of stories since we worked together for a few years." Probably embellishes the stories a lil bit and Riz absolutely eats that shit up. His dad was cool and blah blah.

Riz is very good at the rogue shit and he's so eager to be of service. He probably wouldn't question Kalina because she's built up this idea she cares for the kid and would make some bullshit up about "Woah buddy that's some super secret stuff I can't go spilling my guts. Stop digging. " And he'd be like okay okay I'm sorry.

In freshman year Kalina would just be a ghost. I truly don't think she didn't need to do anything but let the dragon do as he wants. All he had to do was spread the coins around so he did that and took care of that 'one' problem a couple years back. ( She's not gonna tell Riz she's indirectly responsible for his daddy's death. That would just ruin all the time and energy she's spent on nurturing this relationship. ) plus other people's were responsible for collecting the crown of the nightmare king so she just sits tight.

I also like to think there could be a moment where Riz starts to get a lil too close to figuring her shit out and starts with the questions. Kalina does not want her efforts wasted so she spins a tail and shows him his dad is in hell. Maybe he liked the hunt a little too much. Maybe he was a whore. Maybe he was just a bad person who continued to do bad things because it was fun. And kalina spins the narrative ensuring Riz he doesn't turn out like his parents.

Wait parents? What's his mom doing? Well according to Kalina she might be a crooked cop. Who knows..he won't until he can't get a chance to talk to her

Anyway I just god, the potential here I feel like is limitless and I'm just this gremlin that feeds off dramatic angst.

I also love the idea of Riz just choosing blind faith and trusting some entirely only for it to be the wrong fucking person and he finds out waaaaay too late. And I also like to believe that he would struggle so hard when being made to confront his friends. He would try so hard to be diplomatic about getting them to just stop chasing after Kalina. They can take the F and try again it's not that important. Just a grade.

Adaine ask Riz why Kalina is working with her parents then. They are probably doing something evil. It's called the CROWN OF THE NIGHTMARE KING!

And poor riz is just like "sometimes you have to work with shitty people's to get results. I know your parents suck! I'm SORRY I DIDNT GET TO PICK THE TEAM! If it helps I thought about pushing your dad off a cliff."

"I appreciate the sentiment, really. But I wish could see that you are being manipulated and lied to."

"No I'm really not. I won't ask you to join your shitty parents on a lackluster adventure but c'mon can't you leave the forest? At least until we fix shit?"

"Ughhhhshshhs your being SO ridiculous! I can ot believe you of all people are believing the plague, THE DISEASE, over your real friends. She's been giving us nightmares! Horrible ones. Why would she need to give us nightmares to save the world? Why does she even want the crown. The nightmare king is BAD news!"

"We have to bring the nightmare king back so we can kill it! Otherwise it will just be a forever thing in some capacity! It can't die unless it's killed in one clip. It's- ITS A WHOLE THING OKAY? YOU WANNA HELP OR NOT?"

"Oh my fucking god." Adine facepalms so hard. "you are so much better than this man..what the fuck did she even- ugh. Are we fighting?"

"technically.... This has been a very unsuccessful fight on both our ends."

"You know that's not what I mean. I don't really want to fight you. None of us do."

"please don't fight Kalina. She's capable of scary shit."

"NO FUCKING SHIT!"

--- I just really love the thought of this.

Curious what you think of the general idea, if that's cool

IM ONLY GETTING TO THIS NOW BUT OOH???

OOOOOOOOOH!!!??!!!!?!?!

HOLY

SHIT

I DONT NNOW WHAT TO SAY THIS IS INCREDIBLEEEEEEE

THE POTENTIALLLL

and junior year when Kalina comes back “good” everyone’s super sus but Riz is just completely gung ho about having her on their side

and just imagining his mom listen to her son believe all these things about his dad, and Pok SEEING HIS SON BEING MANIPULATED BUT NOT BEING ABLE TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT JT

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(article) I Want To Let My Voice Be Known” ONEW Interviewed - SHINee's softly spoken talent in conversation... | Clash Magazine

K-Pop veteran Onew strives to share his true self with the world, and his voice is central to this ambition. It is irrefutably his greatest strength, and subsequently, the title of his 2018 debut EP, which welcomes listeners to his discography with mellifluous invocation. 

The 35-year-old has led K-Pop quintet SHINee—dubbed the Princes of K-Pop—since their 2008 debut. Though he no longer sports the silky black side-swept bang, red bomber jacket, and exorbitantly large gold chains from ‘Replay’, the now-redhead has remained a stronghold in the group, both vocally and as a leader. As an individual, the singer is soft-spoken and possesses a quiet strength that allows him to lead by example, often putting his members before himself.

Paradoxically, his solo career has allowed him a step away from the chaos of it all and a moment to look inwards. Often, becoming a great artist requires the understanding of oneself, and the pursuit of personal happiness is Onew’s north star when it comes to this journey. “I’m thinking about how I can effectively express who I am,” he said, seemingly narrowing the daunting pursuit of happiness down to the feasible task of self expression.

He craves vulnerability, honesty, and growth—as an artist, he desires not to be known, but to be understood. Each song he puts out is a small part of himself: a piece of his journey, a documentation of how far he has come, and an expression of how much further he hopes to go.

Introspective by nature, he earnestly confessed that standing alone started off as a challenge for him. Bright, feathery, resonant, and soulful—all qualities his voice possesses. But when first starting out in the industry, he ruefully admits his voice was a sore spot for him. “At first, there weren’t any similar voices,” he shared, saying he struggled to find a role model whose voice reflected the qualities of his own. “There was even a time when I thought, ‘Is this all I can do?’—to the point where it felt like a kind of trauma.” 

As a young artist, getting to know your own voice and adjusting to life in the public eye—all while on the tail end of puberty—is a rather nightmarish affair. For many, the incipient frustration of such a situation is often the breeding ground for motivation. While time has been the primary aide throughout his journey, Onew has grown to feel at ease with his voice: he not only shares this sentiment with conviction, but has found a home in it. “My perspective has changed, and I think it’s become one of my strengths.”

He can irrefutably hold his own within any musical setting, and when he stands alone it’s especially clear that he trusts both his voice as an instrument and his ear as a tool. Whether taking the stage alongside his members or as a solo act, an ear-to-ear grin unfailingly graces his features whenever he’s performing. It’s hard to imagine him doing anything but, and he agreed, saying he “… probably would’ve done something that involved singing in some way” when asked if he’s ever considered a separate career path.

Consequently, finally having the chance to see his international fans live is a privilege that he doesn’t take for granted, and as he’s continued to make his way across the US, he’s seemed increasingly bemused by the amount of fans that have waited to see him. He reciprocates the energy with ease, and is especially looking forward to performing his most recent title track, “Winner,” for fans. “I want to remind everyone once again of the message that ‘everyone is a winner’,” he expressed. While some might perceive the sentiment as cheesily optimistic, it bears a simple truth: Onew lives to create, and to perform. “I keep saying that I want to perform and meet fans wherever I can, and I truly believe that I’ll be able to meet them anywhere.”

His artistry is something he takes great pride in, and he’s only just beginning to understand the full extent of his abilities as an artist, particularly as a soloist. There’s some aspects of the job that he’s still adjusting to, due in part to the establishment of his own company circa March 2024. With the support of a tight-knit team, Onew has begun to explore new parts of the creative process, which has, in turn, allowed him to reflect on how his solo process differs from that of his role in SHINee.

“I used to think the company played a big role in building a strong team, but ever since I started as a solo artist, I’ve been exposed to a lot of new things.” Not only is the singer a credited lyricist, but as of the release of his 2024 EP ‘Flow’, he’s also a credited producer. “It hasn’t been easy,” he confessed. “Everything that came with responsibility also felt like pressure at times.” But it’s the mutual trust he’s built with his agency that’s helped with making the adjustment. “…By having close conversations with my new company, I was able to broaden my perspective.” 

He is not to be underestimated, despite his soft-spoken nature—every performance of his is handled with the same level of diligence. While he’s generally attentive when it comes to his music, he’s recently found that, following the release of his first-ever English single ‘MAD’, English songs tend to  “…demand an extra level of care.” Much like beautifully fitted puzzle pieces, his honeyed vocals are apt for the relaxed acoustic R&B melody, and it’s the perfect piece to round out his discography thus far.

When it comes to his personal life, the singer is all about balance. He seeks out different means of expressing himself, and as of late, has enjoyed a good documentary when he’s not on the road. Meticulous as always, he seems to be waiting for the perfect one to happen across his television, but until then says he doesn’t “have any specific recommendations yet.”

Understandably so—time is a luxury for most idols, and since embarking on his first-ever world tour ONEW THE LIVE: CONNECTION, it seems he can seldom spare extra to do much else, including finding new music to add to his daily rotation. “I’ve been so busy preparing for my second full-length album, which is coming out in July, that I haven’t really had time to listen to new songs—[chuckles].” 

It’s incredibly difficult not to feel endeared by his amiable spirit. Like many artists, the singer has simply entered a new season, but even so, his hopes for those supporting him remain steadfast. “I hope someone can find happiness through my music.” 

Coming from anyone else, these words might easily slip through the fingers of those on the receiving end, their meaning potentially being written off as one of many expressions on a list of “idol-friendly phrases.” However, Onew’s sincerity bleeds through his every word—he muses over them when he speaks, unafraid of silence if it allows him the chance to be intentional with his language. 

Onew’s craft knows no bounds, and while there are many forms it might take as time goes on, one thing is certain—there is no part of his artistry that isn’t him.

[doingthisfortherapydotcom]

Cipher Log #1

AXO: Log 1, patient Cipher, Bill. Do you consent to the recording and publishing of today’s session to your blog still?

BILL: yep.

AXO: Wonderful, how are you doing today? Now that you’ve spent some time here at the theraprism, are you enjoying your stay?

BILL: it’s been just peachy.

AXO: Would you care to elaborate and share?

BILL: nope.

AXO: If there is an issue with your stay, all you need is say and we can make changes within the day

BILL: Here’s an idea! Open up the front door! Let some fresh air in and liven the place up! Set some of these smelly prisoners on the loose so I can finally get some personal space! Not anything you would know about, Mr. Sicko. I know you’re always spying on me and it’s a real pain in the hypotenuse. Or better yet! Let me out! You and I both know this whole therapy thing is a lost cause on me so why don’t we skip all this hum drum and just let me go already? I’ll even pinky promise to not destroy any dimensions this time!

AXO: Is there a reason you hate the theraprism so much? If you gave it a chance you might be surprised at what it can become. Many use it as a crutch.

BILL: Ha! This guy, why do I hate the theraprism? WHY DO I HATE THE THERAPRISM? We had a deal and you tricked me. You’re no better than— than—You said you were going to put me through a trial. Test my metal against something, really see what these bricks are made of! And instead you swept me up in a coocoo house full of little cry babies who never stopped needing mama and complete freaks who’d never really change from your mind games! How’s it feel to be the lamest, most USELESS god in all of the multiverse? Hahahaha

AXO: Many trials are beyond physical strength, worth is found beyond in wit and heart, what’s inside will take you to greater length. This is needed if you’re to find footing in a brand new start.

BILL: you purposefully kept the details of the deal vague so that you had leeway to do whatever you wanted. It would be smiling upon you right now.

AXO: I reflected how you chose to make deals in the past; it was not my intention to deceive you but build you into something that will last.

BILL: Build me into something that will last..? Cmon, I don’t need to tell you how creepy that is. You are WAY too invested in my life. We’ve got a word for that on tumblr and it’s called PARASOCIAL. Admit it, you’re just obsessed with me~

AXO: You are prone to self-destruct, so with some luck, I can help you unlearn these patterns and become unstuck.

BILL: Yeah, yeah, whatever you say~ all I’m hearing is how madly obsessed you are with me~ honestly, I’m flattered! But you really need to work on how you show it. This is just embarrassing. It’s not a good look.

AXO: ..so do you have any requests for today’s session?

BILL: I don’t hear any denial! You’re totally obsessed, don’t worry frills, your secret’s safe with me and the entire internet!

AXO: Do you have any requests for today’s session.

BILL: ..yeah. For it to be over already. I want to leave.

AXO: …how about the blog? You seem to have fun from my monitor’s log. Have you made any friends with time you’d spend?

BILL: It’s not as good as my book but it’s good enough, it gets the job done. Do you really think I do this for friendship?

AXO: I’m happy to hear it. And yes, I have it noted down that you are greatly motivated by attention, and that you struggle to find it here in our detention.

BILL: Obsessed~ wait heyyy- what gives? I get too much attention from you and your therapists.

AXO: I mean from other patients. I’ve watched them push and throw you from your attitude; it’s audacious

BILL: Hey! Me and the guys are finnneee, that’s just how we hang! Never figured out how to let loose and have fun, ay Frills?

AXO: They backed you into a corner and hit you til you cried and tried to leave. Staff had to break it up to give you reprieve.

BILL: I had those guys on the frits! They just got a few lucky hits in is all. Your staff stepped in at the worst moment, if those goons just let me keep going I would’ve given them all the Vorvitox one-two knockout!

AXO: The point is, being in good social standing is important for many species and Euclydeans are no different, according to my thesis. It brings feelings of content.

BILL: Oh according to its THESIS it says. I’d love to know how you researched a long dead race without me when I’m the last one of them alive. Unless you’re totally omnipotent there’s no way you could know anything about me—

AXO: Now that’s just not true, now is it?

AXO: Your twin is still alive and in our facility. He provides plenty of information of novelty.

BILL: Keep Will out of your fish-stinking mouth. I don’t want to talk about him. He’s dead to me.

AXO: My staff reported that you’ve been irritable since learning about your brother’s presence. You’ve been ignoring his wishes to leave him alone so I believe we should discuss boundaries and their importance.

BILL: he doesn’t get to have those—

AXO: why not?

BILL: Because he’s different! He’s my twin brother— you know how twins work on Euclydia? They’re born one shape and break apart after birth. We came from each other. We’ve shared everything since the beginning he doesn’t just get to take that away from me!

AXO: I see.

BILL: Seriously, who does he think he is telling me no? The guy’s never been a hardshell once ever in his life even when it really mattered, he doesn’t get to start now.

AXO: You said your brother was dead to you, but now lots of feelings spring up out of the blue.

BILL: Yeah, well- he cut me off so he might as well be dead to me!

AXO: It must be difficult being separated from someone who’s been so close to you, and then be denied the reunion for so long you’ve waited.

BILL: Haha, difficult? Will’s been nothing but difficult.

AXO: So I know this must be hard to hear. It’s normal and healthy to have some separation. If you allow it, Will may let you near. But for you, this new dynamic will take concentration.

BILL: Yeah, right.

AXO: You see, when we have some separation, we set ourselves free. Sharing too much causes burn out, resentment, and doubt. Have you ever been annoyed by him, even when he wasn’t trying? This happens from sharing too much and to get that space he may resort to deceit and lying.

BILL: oh Will is always annoying. He cries a lot, whines and complains and never does anything about the things that upset him, but always has something snarky to say when I do something about it. But he’s still mine, he doesn’t get to just run off without me whenever he wants.

AXO: Hm… what would happen if you let him?

BILL: ..he wouldn’t come back. He’d leave me and never come back.

AXO: Why wouldn’t he come back on his own whim?

BILL: Because… because- that’s just how he is. He’s selfish and doesn’t think about what other shapes want.

AXO: Like how you aren’t considering what he wants?

BILL: This is different!

AXO: how so? You seem to be complaining of the very story you act out, just in different fonts.

BILL: He’s mine. My brother, my twin, my last remaining family. He has to stick by my side and do what I say

AXO: But you are also his last remaining family. How come you don’t do as he says happily?

BILL: Hey I’ll do what he asks of me. He asks for something, I get it for him. I take good care of my own but he’s never known what to do or say! He’s always been someone who follows the crowd and doesn’t think for himself. He needs that direction and I’m the guy to give it to him. Thats how it’s always been.

AXO: I see. Now while that may have been true in the past, you’ve been around long enough to know these things don’t last. This is changing for Will and he’s letting you know, but you must give him that room to grow.

BILL: ..oh I get it now.

AXO: Yes?

BILL: You’re corrupting him.

AXO: No.

BILL: YOU’RE CORRUPTING HIM! YOU’RE CHANGING HIM INTO SOMEONE HES NOT. ITS JUST LIKE WHAT YOU’RE TRYING TO DO TO ME! WELL LISTEN UP, FRILLS, ITS NOT GONNA WORK THIS TIME. THIS IS HOW ITS ALWAYS BEEN AND THIS IS HOW IT WILL ALWAYS BE TIL THE END OF TIME. get away from him.

AXO: Now Bill, there’s no need to yell—

BILL: STAY AWAY FROM WILL.

AXO: is there a reason you’re under a threatened spell?

BILL: THIS IS JUST LIKE EUCLYDIA ALL OVER AGAIN. IM GOING TO FIND HIM AND IM GOING TO TALK TO HIM. YOU CANT STOP ME.

AXO: Bill wait- we aren’t finished yet—

BILL: I DONT CARE!

AXO: …we’ll try this again next week. One day you will be all set. You’ll have the happy life you seek.

AXO: This concludes today’s session. This is patient Cipher, Bill, log 1. Next week we’ll have to work on his aggression.