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Kennedy gave a dry laugh at Lysander’s statement. “That’s the second time you’ve called me an herb in this conversation. I’m sure being a poet and all, you must have quite a complex vocabulary.  We grew up in the same situation, Lysander,” he reminded him, “don’t be too quick to speak on issues like that. If I recall correctly, your parents weren’t exactly number one either.”

“A herb by any other name is still just a herb,” he pointed out with a smirk, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, though his casual demeanor changed in the blink of an eye at the other boy’s next comment. “My parents are not ashamed of me.” Lysander’s eyes darkened, his icy gaze promising danger. “I’m an artist, a philosopher, an enigma, light years ahead of my time. Unlike you, who is blind to the fact that all beautiful surfaces have terrible depths.” 

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“Tomfoolery,” Kings repeated the words, trying out how it sounded in his mouth. “That’s a new one. Be funnier if I was named Tom.” Not that his name was bad. Benjamin just never seemed suitable and once Kings got used it just sort of stuck. He’d been Kings for most of his life, no plans to change it. “Didn’t realize twitter was so serious for you. My bad, dude. If can unfollow you now?” His eyebrow quirked in question, phone in hand, half pulled from his pocket.

“A fool by any other name is still just a fool,” Lysander countered sharply, his icy gaze unwavering. “Did you just not listen to me, or do you simply not understand, because your last two brain cells finally succumbed to your self-destructive behavior, Benjamin Kingsley?” the boy sneered. “I just explained to you that I softblocked you, which means you're not following me anymore. Don’t you know anything about social media?” 

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bdenie‌:

she hated it when lysander spoke through poetry but decided to push aside the comment she’d usually make to warn him about being cocky. ❝ it doesn’t matter how you rule if you don’t take precautions. you need to be aware of your surroundings. do you want the throne taken from you that easily and soon? ❞ 

Lysander’s face scrunched up as she lectured him.  “Being aware of my surroundings? Are you talking about Jisung?” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “He’s just a petite goblin with a big mouth. I’m not threatened by him at all. Besides, I already put him in his place. There is no reason to be concerned about the little snake.” 

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Had the circumstances been different, he would feel smug at his boyfriend’s confession but all he feels now is guilt, shame and disgust–not at Lysander for enjoying himself but at himself for treating his boyfriend like he was a meaningless one night stand that night. “Is that so, did you like it? We didn’t really get a chance to talk afterwards.” Their bodies are so close, there’s no way Lysander doesn’t notice how tense his muscles are. He doesn’t want to talk about that night, doesn’t want to think about that night, he wants to forget it ever happened. Truth to be told, Alek doesn’t expect a positive outcome to his admission to what the ring he gave his boyfriend truly means, they’re young, too young and haven’t known each other long enough to commit for the long term but he’s pleasantly surprised by his reaction. “Forever,” he says once more and leans into the touch, nuzzling his cheek into his hand and eyes shutting close to enjoy the warmth from his hand. A sense of peace settles deep in his bones, the tension slowly draining from his form but the peace that doesn’t last for long. “Are you saying…?” his eyes shoot open, the look he gives the other is partly skeptical, partly bewildered. “Do you … Do you want to, soon?” he bites down on his lower lip, the grip around Lysander’s waist tightening lightly. While Alek is happy the way things are now in their relationship, on the physical side, it would be a lie if he said he didn’t want to take the next step. He wants to, badly. 

Lysander’s face scrunched up when Alek brought up the ‘aftermath’ of their encounter. Getting caught by Jini was a memory the boy was trying hard to repress. “I took care of that already. She won’t tell anyone,” he mumbled, feeling embarrassed all over again. Fooling around with each other at the party was exciting at the time, but it definitely wasn’t worth the stress of someone finding out about their secret relationship. “I just liked it when you were possessive of me, you know?” the boy softly confesses, his cheeks glowing red. “You were so rough, but it made me feel... euphoric,” Not in a million years would Lysander have thought he’d be into that, and frankly, he felt ‘wrong’ for even admitting this to Alek, but he couldn’t deny it was a turn on for him. He remembers it so vividly, how jealous and angry Alek was about the drunk lapdance. Part of him wondered how his boyfriend would react when he found out about the other lewd things he had done at the party, but Lysander was reluctant about fessing up, because he didn’t want to risk losing him for good. Feeling the other’s muscles tense up, Lysander starts to panic a little bit. “Do you think that’s... weird? Is it wrong of me that I liked it?” he asks, giving him a concerned look. No, he could tell the other boy liked it too. It was obvious from the way he was looking at him right now, that same fire in his brown doe eyes, all because he implied being interested in taking the next step. “Do you want to, soon?” he deflects, teasingly. “Do you want me, Alek?” 

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sorry for my selectivity! i’m still on hiatus, but i will definitely get to my other threads this weekend!

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tristaaans‌:

He likes the way his name sounds coming from Lysander’s lips. He hasn’t ever heard the other say it like that, and it only encourages Tristan. Each kiss he plants on the other is thoughtful and he takes his time. Maybe he couldn’t yet tell Lysander how he’s been feeling about him, but he could tell him every time his lips made contact with his bruised skin. Tristan wanted to give him everything, and then maybe some more. He’s attentive, following his ex-boyfriend’s lead as he begins trailing kisses down to his chest, up until he hears Lysander’s next request and for a moment he pauses, his breathing heavy as well as he looked at him. Tristan reaches around for the nape of the other boy’s neck, keeping eye contact before he pulls Lysander towards him, eyes fluttering shut as he closes the gap between their lips. Tristan’s kiss is gentle, careful, not wanting to wear him down considering the state he’s found him in. He just wanted Lysander to feel good. Tristan would give him more if he still wanted more. 

Though it felt as if the dark love bites on his body were on fire, the feather-light kisses weren’t enough for the Windsor leader. He wanted, no, he needed to get a taste himself. Lysander loosely wraps his arms around Tristan’s neck when his lips brush gently against his. His eyes flutter closed, savoring the sweet taste of his mouth, allowing himself to melt into their kiss. This was different, so very different from the way Alek kissed him, and yet it didn’t feel any less intimate. However, thinking about his ex-boyfriend caused pangs of guilt to hit his chest. His judgement was clouded by the alcohol that was coursing through his veins, as well as by the undeniable lust he felt for the smaller boy. Silently, he repeated to himself that this was wrong, and yet he still kissed him back. Lysander had missed the softness of Tristan’s soothing kisses, and admittedly, there was a part of him that longed for more, but drunk or not, he couldn’t do that to Alek. “This is bad... What we are doing...” he breathes heavily against the boy’s plump lips, lifting his hand to cup his chin. Less than an hour ago, he was exploring his sexuality with his boyfriend, and now he was in another man’s arms, longing to be touched some more. “Do you love me, Tristan?” he whispers, his voice lustful and needy. “Will you always love me?” 

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방탄소년단 ; ‘쩔어’

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bts x colors: taehyung in red ♡ for anon

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@tristaaans

time to fight the chair again

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hey guys, i’m taking a short semi-hiatus because i’m pretty busy this week. most of my threads will be on hold until the weekend, but i might do a reply here and there when i have time xoxo

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Alek: i did.

Alek: and i understand how you feel because i feel that way from time to time too.

Alek: keep going.

Lysander: you do?

Lysander: are you scared, alek?

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Alek: of course i did, i read all your poems.

Alek: do you want to talk about it ... elaborate on those feelings?

Lysander: did you understand what i was trying to say?

Lysander: i'm trying to...

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Alek: don't, i enjoy reading your posts.

Alek: what happened?

Lysander: did you read my poem?

Lysander: there is a terrible emptiness inside of me.

Lysander: an indifference that hurts.

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Araminta: don’t let the haters get you down, Lys

Lysander: it's not the haters that put me in the mood.

Lysander: it's the lack of respect for the aesthetic.

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Lysander: i'm deleting my social media again.

Lysander: it's become clear to me that the human consciousness must raise before i speak my profound philosophy.

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If you adore your "dante jr." so much, why was someone else chosen over him?

because sophia was a better fit, aesthetically.