#dare to dream right?🤪

[brotherhoodoftheblade]

THIS. This is why John's attitude towards Percy and the general vilification of him by the narrative and fandom drives me up the wall.

I mean, I love John, too -- he's my favourite character (aside from Percy) -- but that bias has never prevented me from recognizing when his behaviour has been insensitive, self-centred, arrogant or even downright unethical. And he's certainly not the one-dimensional, teary-eyed, selfless and self-sacrificing saint that the show's painted him as. He can be a right bloody prick at times, and with no one else in the entire OL universe has John shown the worst sides of himself than in his conduct with Percy.

Percy, who out of his every other strained relationship, was the person who showed him the most openly sincere understanding, kindness, and support of anyone else in John's life, and deserved little (if any!) of the mistreatment he received at his hands.

John was a half-assed boyfriend to Percy from the very start, while Percy bent over backward throughout their entire relationship for John's sake. He repeatedly undermined his own well-being by sacrificing whatever he could just to try to get closer to John and make a real commitment to him, all the while showing John infinite bloody patience and understanding.

Meanwhile, John? That line John glibly tossed off on their first date about beautiful people being "but ornaments - desirable, but dispensable" turned out to be some pretty damn accurate foreshadowing for the tone of their relationship. The way he treated Percy was not unlike the way one might treat a whore they had some fondness for -- except he didn't even pay Percy for his services!

But no, instead he continuously demonstrated through his actions that Percy was at the very bottom of his list of priorities while everything and everyone else mattered more to him, and Percy was just someone to be picked up and put down at his convenience. And that was even before Percy caught John out, and he admitted point blank that he was already in love with another man and therefore he had nothing but "friendship and sincere liking" to offer him! Without even a single word of reassurance to Percy that he at least hoped something might grow between them in time, I might add!

Honestly, what an insensitive arse! 🙄

The description of the lines of Percy's face being painted in chiaroscuro right after John told him about Jamie is subtle, but so figuratively powerful in illustrating his state of being in that moment and throughout the rest of their relationship. (See? I can give the devil her due when she writes something good. LOL I've been wanting to right a one-shot inspired by it for years for I haven't gotten around to it yet. *sigh*)

To be in love with a man who loves another, to be so close to him without ever truly having him is to simultaneously exist in the light (of love) and the dark (of your knowledge that you're unloved while the man you love has already reserved his heart for another even though said man is incapable of even loving him back; it's the feeling of being unworthy and lesser than him, and the knowledge that to ever openly address the pain he's causing you would quite likely bring about the end of your relationship, so you pretend you're not hurting just to keep the little bit of him he's willing to share with you while you still can). The chiaroscuro that painted Percy was a brief glimpse into his state of quiet torment. 🥺

Every rereading I've done of BotB has only further reinforced my thought that if I were Percy - in love with the man or not! - I'd have bloody well dumped him sooner rather later, if only out of self-respect. Only someone with Percy's sadly low sense of self-worth would let a man treat him like that, I swear. Much the same way that only someone with a deep emotional void in themselves would choose to throw their every chance of happiness away with both hands for the rest of his life just to cling to a man that will not only never return his love, but actively reviles men like him and believes them perverse and incapable of loving each other. 💀

(I mean, I can't even with this fucked up narrative anymore. *sigh* 😑 It's not even where they started as characters that really bothers me, it's them STAYING there. For instance, Jamie's homophobia (as much as it personally makes me see red) is perfectly understandable given the time period, his religious upbringing, and his traumatic history with BJR -- it's the fact that his views still haven't actually changed in the ensuing decades that's the real problem.

And John being a firm believer of all the imperialistic propaganda of the British Empire is understandable, and therefore forgivable, in his youth...but as he gets older and sees more and more of the injustices and horrors on the global stage (a good many of them due to his own beloved King and country) and yet he STILL hasn't reached a state of open and public opposition to any of it?? He's still blindly towing the line in the name of duty and honour?

Sorry not sorry, but I don't find that very forgivable (or narratively interesting) in a 50-year-old John. (Seriously, please grow the eff up already. You're too old for this shit, John. 😬 smh) And that instead of having grown more open-minded with age in terms in his inherent aristocratic biases, he's actually grown more rigid and narrow-minded. I'm disappointed in him as a character, to say the least.) (Satisfying character development and arcs? DG never heard of them. 😐)

But anyway, back to the ever ubiquitous claim that Percy is weak and cowardly. (I know I've commented at some length on this subject before so...*goes off to look* *comes back like an hour later after finally finding it* lol) Okay, excerpt from this post here (wherein I was really flaming mad at the time I wrote it omg lmao - **spoilers for Bees** ^.^;).

"When Percy told John Michael Weber had blackmailed him John was all, “oh why didn’t you just tell me about it, I would’ve made sure Weber was no threat to you”, like a condescending twat. *scoff* Well, Percy gave him him two bloody years warning that he was in danger but I didn’t see Mr Big Man doing bugger all to neutralize the threat of Richardson. Maybe if he’d trusted Percy more he’d have taken his heads-up more seriously. Because when has Percy, when acting in deliberation, ever not acted to protect John - even at the risk of his own life?

When John got his ass beaten up - again - this time by a crazed mob of people because he made the impulsive and utterly mad decision to assist a convicted sodomite (of no friend or relation to him whatsoever to boot) to a quicker death in full view of god knows how many people and army officers. I mean, I hugely appreciate both the bravery and compassion that this act was born out of but -- IS HE STUPID OR SOMETHING?? o.O John knows how they love to gossip in the army - the utter foolishness of this act would’ve been second only to actually getting caught in flagrante delicto. And then when it finally came back to bite him in the ass (I was like UH-HUH, I knew it! xd) I wasn’t even surprised. It was likely the very first clue to tip off Richardson and send him looking for more proof that John was gay! (But I seem to have hugely digressed so back to my original point...lol...)

When John got his ass beaten up again and wasn’t in any fit state to uphold his promise to escort Captain Bates’s mistress back to Ireland, who volunteered to do it in his stead? Percy, of course, despite all the dangers inherent of such a long journey in the 18th century - highwaymen, bandits, footpads of all sorts. Percy, who’d never even held a sword until he was 26 years old and couldn’t even fight! HOW DARE JOHN DISMISS HIM AS A COWARD?!?! Percy Wainwright has never been a coward - if anything, his being an entirely average citizen and not some scion of a military family who’d been handed a “sword in the cradle” and trained to fight since earliest boyhood makes Percy all the more courageous. It isn’t the absence of fear that makes someone brave, it’s bloody well knowing all the dangers out there, being sensibly wary of said dangers, but then steeling yourself and going out and facing the danger anyway. Because something is more important to you than your own safety. Because John’s well being was more important to Percy than his own safety, greater than his own fear.

And then when Percy was in gaol, in the most dire circumstances he could possibly be in, basically waiting to be put to death, and recognizes Arthur Longstreet’s voice and the danger he poses to John’s life, what does he do? Why, write to warn him and then persuade a guard to find out what he could and then to deliver his letter in exchange for “a consideration” [insert sexual favour here, because what other currency does Percy have to barter with other than his own body], even though his confession has an extremely high chance of provoking the ONE man who might still care enough to save his life to want to wash his hands of him entirely and leave him to his fate. ‘I will leave you to imagine, if you will, what the writing of this letter costs me,’ he writes, ‘for that ultimate cost is up to you....to speak may mean my life; not to speak may mean yours. If you are reading these words, you will know which I have chosen.’

And then the pièce de résistance of this whole tragic mess is that Percy’s final act was again just him trying to get help to save John’s life, even at the looming threat of the loss of his own. I mean, he could’ve done NOTHING. He could’ve just continued keep his head down and hope that his show of submission would show Richardson he had no reason to kill him. Hell, he could have just taken his life and run, just gotten his ass on a ship and away from North America post haste, since Richardson apparently regarded him as so insignificant a threat as to let him wander about on shore by himself for periods of time. That would’ve been the most sensible thing to do in terms of self-preservation - but no, instead he risked going to John’s house because John asked him to, in the name of Percy’s love for him no less.

(Even after John again just sat there and said nothing when Percy confessed he still loved him - AGAIN - and my god, the way that last conversation echoes the one when John visited Percy in gaol just kills me. It’s almost the same situation, except John is the one imprisoned and waiting to die this time. And that John can’t even at least have the decency to look Percy in the eye and give him an honest response at such a time, frigging TWICE now, when he bloody well knows this may be the last time they ever see each other…! But nope, John’s stubborn ass just evades the matter altogether and starts talking about f*cking seagulls or something - honestly, who’s the real coward here? Percy has always been bravest in the places where John is weakest: his fear of love and all the emotional vulnerability that comes with it.)

And that Percy went and did the very thing that John dismissed Percy as being too much of a coward to even consider and so didn’t even bother to ask for Percy’s help in the end…! Could his lack of faith, the impassively pitying contempt that John holds him in, BE any colder? If I even end up reading any of Book 10 in some mad fit of masochistic desire to know if this tragedy can get anymore tragic, it will primarily be to know if John has enough feeling remaining in that two-sizes-too-small muscle he calls a heart to feel any sorrow for Percy’s fate or enough tenderness of conscience to feel any shame for the part he played in his end. And for the instrument of his demise to have been labelled fucking “Blood of Martyrs”…how appallingly appropriate."

~*~

And a further addition of proof (and probably the greatest proof of all imo) that Percy is far from a coward is him having been one of the most active of French spies for so many years, travelling all over the place in an era where they readily executed spies. Not just during the American War but in the all the years prior as well.

We don't know exactly at which point he joined France's Black Chamber/Secret du Roi (by 1964 at the latest though) but there were some military intelligence gathering missions he could've been involved in regarding:

(the tail end of) the Seven Years War (1756–1763)

(similarly) the Third Carnatic War (1756–1763)

the Larache expedition (1765)

the French conquest of Corsica (1768–1770)

plus the years before France officially joined the war we know he was canonically involved with the Roderigue Hortalez and Company (organized with his friend and fellow secret agent Beaumarchais) in order to covertly provide arms and financial assistance to the American Revolutionaries on behalf of France and Spain since the spring of 1776

It was no doubt incredibly dangerous for him to travel at times, whether on land or at sea. In either case he would've been hung - at the very least! - if he was caught as a spy. (The French spy François Henri de la Motte was hanged in 1781 for almost an hour before his heart was cut out and burned, and the following year Scottish spy David Tyrie was hanged, decapitated, and then quartered. 💀) And the Navy legally had the right to hang, draw, and quarter spies captured at sea as well.

And, hell, Percy was much more than just a French spy, he was also technically guilty of high treason by "adhering to the sovereign's enemies, giving them aid and comfort, in the realm or elsewhere" as an Englishman by birth. (But when the circumstances were Percy essentially having been FIRST betrayed by his birth country who'd put him to death for the "heinous" crime of being gay, well, I say fuck England. Do they deserve his loyalty anymore??) And being hanged, drawn and quartered was the statutory penalty for men convicted of high treason - along with other horrific shit like being emasculated, disemboweled, and made to watch as your entrails were burned. 🤢

So in all deadly seriousness, is Percy having made a long term career as a French agent the act of a coward?? HELL NO. He'd have to have been barking mad to chose such a profession were he actually a coward. lol

But Percy, unlike John, has both a sense of self-preservation and a practical mind to go with it. He doesn't make rash decisions on impulse or due to his own hubris and call it having a sense of honour the way John does. And sorry not sorry, but at least half the time John's goes on about "honour" he's really talking about pride and reputation. In short, his own damn ego, or his family's. And there's a huge fucking difference between TRUE honour, as in an adherence to ethical conduct regardless of the circumstances, and a concern for your own praiseworthiness in the public eye.

At the heart of most of John's misunderstanding of Percy is their vastly different upbringings. It's like Percy's first and most essential language is one he just doesn't speak, and one he will never be able to fully speak. He's simply unable to truly internalize the cumulative effect of a lifetime of poverty and marginalized social status from birth has on a person, the way it shapes your psyche.

He's incapable of understanding the way a state of chronic powerlessness eats away at a person, how their earliest lessons in life are to keep your head down and stay out of trouble if you want to survive. John has never known what it is to be truly powerless, much less chronically so. Even his most profound experiences of actual helplessness were brief incidents that he mostly bounced back from without any serious damage to the integrity of his being.

But Percy's foundations were never solid to begin with, his whole life has been built on ever shifting sands. Hence his quicksilver adaptability lacking in any true sense of security. John is a firmly rooted person, like the earth - when something pushes at him he just digs in right where he stands and pushes back. But Percy knows - has always known - that there's only soft sand beneath his feet because he's never been able to depend on any firm ground beneath him. Instead, water-like, he'll transform and shift in any direction necessary to try and skirt past any obstacle in his path because Percy didn't internalize the same sort of cultural values as John growing up.

For John to not fight back is to immediately lose face, honour, reputation, because he was taught to deeply associate his personal courage with own self-respect. Whereas someone who was raised as a strict Methodist would've had the virtues of humility impressed on him, with an emphasis on the value of rationality and practicality. John's ego so often turns him combative, but Percy's instead makes him dynamic in a wholly practical way. He won't fight just for the sake of fighting unless there's no other choice, because his sense of self-esteem isn't tied to personal courage in the same self-importantly showy way John's is.

Percy's ego-driven desires are far more straightforward than John's because he really only craves the most commonplace thing that John was just born with: respect. The only real difference between someone like Percy and someone like John is the way society treats them. John was born a gentleman of noble birth so he's always been treated with deference everywhere he goes regardless of whether or not he ever did anything to personally earn the inherent respect that comes with his station.

Whereas Percy has been no one since the day he was born and grew up in a slum area which pretty much automatically guaranteed most people treated him with the opposite of respect coupled with inherent prejudices and suspicion his entire life. His only real leg up was him being far more educated than the average man of his class (which he really has his minister of a father and the Methodist society to thank for, because if there's one thing Methodists believe in other than their religious convictions, it's the value of education).

And his seeming preoccupation his clothes is far from mere vanity. Even John, at least, can attest to how knowing how differently people treat you when you're shabbily dressed. If John hadn't had an upper class accent to immediately identify his true station despite the suit he'd borrowed from a servant to disguise himself that butler at Lavender House would've turned him away at the door. lol The better dressed you are the better you're treated in society - that's just the way it is. And it's not VAIN to want to be treated with a basic level of respect, rather than disdain or even open abuse.

The only REAL villainy in this situation are the inequalities perpetrated by a classist society, and the people who uphold such an unconscionably exploitative hierarchy (and then, worse yet, internalize a superiority complex about it).

Percy simply came to the very logical conclusion of, "If you can't beat them, join them", and I certainly can't blame him for that. And if he's been smart enough to find a way to exploit an already corrupt system for his own relatively benign ends, well, good for him!

(Sorry, I'm pretty sure I've completely lost focus and just been rambling nonstop (the horror! so sorry), and I'm pretty sure I haven't even remotely said everything I could say on the subject because I'm insane and I think too much. Also, it's nearly 9:30 AM and I've stayed up all night again. *screeches* I'm wholly incapable of rereading whatever the heck I said up there, much less editing it for clarity, so let us hope it's somewhat sufficient. *yawns*

Oh, and I found this old post that you might find interesting as well (and some of it is adjacent to the subject and it's other stuff I'd have said above if I wasn't dead tired and the mental equivalent of a pot of overcooked spaghetti right now). 😶🌫️

it’s always “percy is weak” “percy is a coward” but you know what people don’t give him enough credit!! bc if i was dating some guy and felt so intimate/close to him to the point of telling him all about my daddy issues and childhood trauma that i’d never told anyone before and then asked him about love and he replied “but you’re not in love with me are you” i would off myself idk

[daisyvisions]

[11:33PM] No Thoughts, Just You - (l.sy)

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), bully!sangyeon, masturbation, mentions of sex, degradation, face slapping, some brattiness. It’s simp sangyeon in the house y’all, we love to see it. Word Count: 0.6K

A/N: Been trying to write since my last posting but can’t seem to nowadays huhu so taking this as a way to exercise those writing muscles again, wrote this on the spot and not proofread. Realized I did not write for Sangyeon's bday so considered it my entry idc how late it is 🤪 Tagging @deoboyznet @aimeecarreros @snowflakewhispers @winterchimez

Thinking about bully!Sangyeon, who lays on his bed nearing the dead of night thinking about the intimate moment you had with one another the other day.

His member aches underneath his boxers, trying not to visualize the faces you made when he was balls deep inside you. Or the way you whined and acted so bratty towards him. God when you acted that way it always made him twitch inside. There was something about getting under your skin that turned him on.

What’s even better is the fact you revealed you had dreamt about him the way he had dreamt about you (And for Sangyeon, it was a ton of dreams about you.)

He doesn't even realize his hand is slowly traveling down south, his fingers caressing his bulge before he gives it a good tug. And before you know it, he’s already starting to jerk himself off, remembering what you sounded like, how you said his name in that voice…

Remembering the way your walls stretched out for him, and just for him. How they hugged his length so perfectly like this was meant to be. How he fucked you so good he’s sure he’s molded the shape and size of his thick cock inside you, ruining it for anyone who dare tries to get you the way he did in that classroom.

The pace of his hand starts to go faster, remembering how your hips rolled on him in that chair, the way he let you have it your way even just for a moment. He would let you have your way all the time to be honest, if only you weren’t so bratty.

But who's he kidding anyway? That’s one of the things that’s got him attracted to you like a moth to a flame. Someone who doesn’t treat him like the star student all the time, someone who is able to attempt to stand up to his bullshit, someone who can put him in his place.

He slowly starts to feel himself closer to the edge, huffing and moaning as he visualizes you riding him right now and taking control of him. Whispering the most degrading things to his ear, making him feel small. God even thinking about the way you slapped his face twice was making his manhood twitch and strain even further.

“Fuck…” he moans as he continuously pumps his cock. Pre-cum slowly oozing from the top of his tip and dripping down, acting like a lubricant to help him jerk off even more.

His high hits him out of nowhere, his cum shooting out so much to the point globs of it are just coating his hand, making a mess everywhere. He wishes he was cumming inside you right now, wished he did that day instead of blowing his load on your back.

Sangyeon slowly comes down from his high and steadies his breathing. He feels so out of it right now, his mind not thinking straight. It’s like you hypnotized him or something, because he just doesn't think of anything else except you. Like you’ve placed him under a spell he can’t get out of. It was driving him insane.

He regrets not being able to take his time with you, to be able to kiss every part of you body, worshipped you with his hands, praising you like you deserve it. Wishing he could perhaps love you properly instead of the current dynamic you have. To kiss to oh so pretty lips again and again and just melt into you, that would be the dream.

After cleaning up his mess he pauses for a moment and suddenly a lightbulb idea enters his brain. He opens his phone and taps on your chat with him. He hesitates at first seeing what he typed out, but if his assumptions were right, maybe you might somewhat feel the same too. So he sends out a message he never thought he would be sending to you in a million years,

“I miss you…”

[aclowntiny]

Good morning/evening 🥳🤩

Can you do ateez reactions when they loose a bet with their s/o? (Any type of bet and of what the looser has to do) 💖💖💖

Call Your Bet!

Hello friend, hope you like this variety of bets 😘Warning: varying levels of suggestive (never explicit as always)! Sorry for late post here, I have covid 🤪🤙🏻

Hongjoong

Insinuating you knew the guys better than their leader was, in fact, fighting words, but you didn’t care. It was fun to tease Hongjoong, though perhaps it had gotten out of hand.

“I bet you you don’t know them all,” he challenged you, arms crossed.

Exhaling, you felt your posture drop. You weren’t afraid of a little betting, it was just that you were with a man who had expensive tastes. “What are you wanting to bet on this?” It wasn’t even that big of a deal, just that you could remember all the Ateez members’ drink orders.

“Hm,” he put a finger to his chin, gazing at you playfully, “how about a massage?”

Your eyes perked back up at that, a smile creeping onto your lips- that you could do. Gladly. A bet with no punishments was certainly not what you expected. “Of course. Let’s go.”

~

“Wow, how’d you know what we wanted without asking?” Yunho inquired with a smile.

“I just know you guys that well,” you replied, gaze sliding from your friend’s wide eyes to those of your incredulous boyfriend.

Hongjoong for his part glowed with pride. For all his bravado, it did his heart good to see you caring for some of the people he loved most. Laying a hand on your shoulder, he pulled you closer. Your heart settled warmly…at least until he leaned closer and whispered in your ear.

“I’ll show you later why I feel like I won.”

Seonghwa

“There’s no way I’m losing at this!”

“Come on, I know exactly what he's going to say."

Goofing off with your boyfriend, you'd made a bet that you knew how Hongjoong would reply when he entered the room. Seonghwa, of course, insisted he knew his best friend better and thus came the agreement that the winner would choose the next couples' day activity. Likely a movie or a new lego set if Seonghwa was the victor.

“There’s no way if you tell him we’re going to be making a mess in here the first thing out his mouth won’t be ‘no’ or ‘don’t you dare’!”

“Well, I think he’ll at least ask what we’re doing first.”

Seonghwa’s mouth opened, but footsteps at your back cut his chance of a snappy retort. The doorknob clicked as the man of the hour entered the room, greeting his friend first, then you with faintly pleased surprise.

“Hi, Hongjoong! Is it ok if we kind of make a mess in here?” You asked him innocently.

Ateez’s leader instantly arched a brow at you, glancing between you and his best friend. “Doing what? Are you tearing the whole place up?”

“Oh, like your reforming doesn’t do that,” Seonghwa teased him with a little shove.

For your part, you just pointed at him. “That counts! That counts though!”

“Yeah, you were right.”

Hongjoong’s smile fell. “What did I do?”

“We’re not actually making a mess,” you replied with satisfaction as you glanced between both men, “I just get to give Seonghwa a makeover now.”

Yunho

When Yunho invited you to game with him, he’d expected you to get competitive within the actual realm of the game itself, but alas. You taunted him with bet after bet until he finally agreed, sealing, well, someone’s fate.

“I bet I’ll win.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I bet the hoodie I will.”

He turned to face you with a look of exasperated amusement, hands leaving his laptop keyboard. “How can you bet my hoodie?”

Yunho had one hoodie you’d been desperate to steal ever since he first lent it to you. It was the most amazingly comfortable oversized dream of a garment and it was even your favorite color. Many a joke had been made in light of its wonders.

One corner of your mouth tilted up as you gave him your sassiest little head tilt. “You know how.”

You saw a look flash across his eyes ever so briefly, his most YA shut-up-make-me look, but then it faded into pure smugness. “Alright, fine. If you want it so bad, you’ll have to earn it. Ready, babe?”

All you could do was grin and ready your own screen, swiveling to face it. “You know it.”

~

“Well, I’ll be. Hiding was your whole plan?” Yunho’s look of equal parts frustration and awe as he spun in his chair to face you furthered your victory high, raising your smile and speeding your nod even more.

“Well, it was a survival match,” you reminded him with a shrug, “now pay up.”

Shaking his head fondly at your grabby hands, Yunho rose, stretched, and crossed his room to the closet, where he extricated your precious trophy and tossed it to you with a playfully voiced “Catch!”

Squealing with joy, you sat up to do just that, all but cuddling the garment to yourself as you savored the feel, the scent.

As he sat back down in his gaming chair, your boyfriend leaned against his desk with a soft smile. “Man, if I knew you were going to be this cute about it, I would have just given it to you.”

Hey, at least he got a kiss for a consolation prize.

Yeosang

“I’m going to find it first!”

“Says who?”

“Says me! I’m always lucky with these sorts of things,” you told your boyfriend.

Strolling across a green field had somehow turned into a competition, not that you regretted it as your heart sped a bit at the excitement and your chest burst with chuckles at the skepticism on Yeosang’s face.

Four-leaf clovers struck your fancy as you’d strolled, waving greenery reminding you of old tales of luck, not to mention childhood experiences searching for them and calling yourself a leprechaun if you found one. Thus bargaining with Yeosang for a pot of gold of your own.

“Loser buys dinner!”

At that, your boyfriend pouted. “I was going to buy dinner.”

“Then you better lose,” you winked and ran past him, bending over to scan the widespread greenery for wondrous irregularity.

Out of the corner of your eye you see him bend his knees too, stepping forward in the comical waddle you were surely mirroring. Trios of leaves danced in the breeze before your sight, drawing your focus such that your vision began to blur-

There! You had no idea how many minutes had passed, but right as your knees began to ache and the clover growth had practically burned its pattern into your vision, a beautiful variation to it all. A four-leaf clover.

“Found one!” You exclaimed in triumph, plucking it for proof.

The wide-eyed look on Yeosang’s face alone was priceless, the shocked smile slowly spreading across his… wait a minute.

“Did you lose on purpose?” Hand on your hip, you fixed him with an accusing look.

Batting his eyelashes innocently, he singsonged, “Maaaaybeeeee….”

“Hun,” you sighed.

He stepped closer, taking hold of your shoulders. “I just wanted to spoil you, what can I say?”

“Alright, sweet-talker,” you shook your head, leaning in for a quick kiss.

San

“So you think you can beat me at my own game?”

“Yes, obviously, that’s why I’m betting with you,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at San playfully.

Your boyfriend had taken you to the amusement park and you’d endeavored to see who could go the longest on the biggest roller coaster without screaming.

Pulling you into his chest, he shook his head with amusement. “So the loser buys the winner a souvenir?”

You nodded into his shirt, stepping forward in line.

“Sounds good to me. You’re on.”

“You’re going down.” Even as you chugged to the top of the most massive hill you’d ever been on, your eyes were locked firmly upon San’s sculpted profile, the way his fell back onto you as he turned.

“I’m sure I am,” he replied right as your car began its descent.

The moment the momentum started he threw up his hands and let out a loud whoop. You laughed despite the wild hoot it came out as, fixing San as best you could when a sharp turn threw you into his side.

“You didn’t even try!” You shouted over the wind’s exhilarating rush.

San grinned against the assault of air. “I want to buy you stuff!” He exclaimed triumphantly as you sailed down the next smaller hill.

Mingi

Corny as it may have been, you guys decided to try one of those couples’ bets where you see who can go the longest without touching the other. You had bragged enough about it being easy that if nothing else, your pride was at stake let alone any penalty.

You weren’t the type to play dirty (in this case literally or figuratively), so for the most part you just went about your day, though you had worn Mingi’s favorite outfit on you and you couldn’t help a faint smirk at the way his eyes traveled up it.

“Ready for the first movie, hun?”

“Yep!” For all his wandering eyes, your boyfriend had relegated himself to the furthest edge of the couch where he sat straight as a pin, hands folded in his lap.

With a snort, you chose the middle cushion, placing yourself just out of his reach and crossing your legs. “Popcorn?” You held out the bowl in your hand.

Narrowing his eyes, he leaned forward and curled his fingers around the top edge to lift it from you. “Nice try.”

You shrugged. “I’m just trying to enjoy the movie. You gonna be ok with this one?”

“Yeah,” he replied between crunching mouthfuls of popcorn, “of course I am, why?”

“I dunno,” you answered in a faint singsong and batted your eyelashes innocently, “it’s a pretty romantic movie.”

“So what?”

~

So what indeed. You heard the springs of the couch before anything, turning more out of curiosity, but you barely had time to register a single sight as Mingi surged forward and yanked you into an electric kiss in time with the main interests’. His hands slid from your shoulders down to your waist, your hips, as you metaphorically shook off your surprise and responded.

“To hell with the bet,” he said as you pulled away, satisfaction joining the smattering of red across his face at your smile.

“You won’t be saying that when you have to do whatever I say for a day,” you reminded him.

“Maybe I like that punishment,” he shot back with a shameless smile, returning to his sweet laugh the moment you playfully shoved him.

Wooyoung

“You’ve really never tried this before?”

“When would I get a chance to?” You countered, shifting beneath the sheets to face Wooyoung.

“I dunno,” he shrugged, leaning just inches from your face as his voice lowered, “you tell me.”

You accepted the kiss before you spoke, smiling into the shocking passion of it and leaning in deeper before you finally broke it. “I’m not exactly the ‘stay in bed all day’ type on the average day.”

“I know,” he leaned over you with a grin, “that’s why there are stakes. Last to get up and you get to pick how we spend the afternoon.”

“Or evening.”

His eyebrows shot up and down. “Or evening.”

You laughed and gave him a little push away, but he came right back forward to wind his arms around your waist. “There’s no way we’ll stay down that long. We’ll have to eat or, you know, go pee or something.”

“Not if we keep busy enough to forget.”

You didn’t disagree with the logic there, but he still got a light smack with a pillow.

~

“You know what?”

Wooyoung pressed even closer to you- if that was even physically possible. “What?”

“You’ve got me on your side now. This day’s been almost perfect.”

His eyebrows raised at that as he searched your gaze. “Almost?”

“Yeah, it’s been great,” you replied, giving him your most earnest eyes.

“But what could make it better?” He urged you, one of his hands finding yours.

“I’m just thirsty is all.”

Over a drink, yet his stare was so intense, eager. “I’ll get your favorite.”

“No, you don’t have to do that,” you told him.

“Anything for my darling.” Pressing a kiss to the back of your hand, Wooyoung rose from the bed, pulling on his robe. “I want to.”

“Ha!” You exclaimed. “Sucker! I can’t believe that worked!”

Realization hit him like a ton of bricks, widening his eyes and slumping his shoulders. “Oh, shit.”

“I win!” You cheered, raising your hands above your head.

He crossed his arms and stuck his tongue out at you despite still crossing the room to fetch your drink. “Whatever. We were probably going to pick similar things anyway.”

“True,” you giggled, rolling your eyes fondly, “but I’ll find a way to make it interesting, don’t you worry.”

Jongho

He started it, teasing as ever and confident in his victory if his crossed arms and prematurely triumphant smile said anything. Leaning against the counter, he’d briefly enjoyed your amusement at the apple he’d snapped in half for you before speaking.

“Bet you couldn’t break me one.”

“What,” you’d just teased, “getting tired of being the strong man?”

“No, it’s nice to be powerful,” he grinned shyly, “but I’ve just never seen you try anything like that before.”

You’d seen it done by ordinary folk before. Sure, why not? It was Jongho’s shtick and you never moved in on it, but if he asked, so be it. Reaching over to your countertop basket, you curled your fingers around one’s shiny red surface and straightened. “What are you betting?”

“Hmmm,” he paused, dark eyes drifting upward in thought, “a massage?”

“So boring! I want you to watch my favorite show with me!”

“All of it?” His eyes widened; his fingers flexed faintly against the counter. “How many seasons is that? Isn’t that a lot for one apple?”

“Alright,” you stepped closer to teasingly nudge him, “fine, first three episodes, then you can bounce.”

“Not that I’ll need to. Begin,” he urges with a grin and a wave of his hand.

Again, you’d seen this done plenty of times. One trick you remembered was to roll your thumbs when you squeezed and twist opposite directions- right? You liked to think if Hongjoong could do it, so could you, not that he wasn’t fit. If you had half the pecs he did-

Snap! Ok, guess it was opposite directions, because with a kickback of your hands you felt the pressure of a tear and saw two distinct halves, one upon each palm. Your smile rose dramatically like The Grinch’s as your gaze slid back up to meet Jongho’s.

“So…wanna make some popcorn?”

[leonsliga]

Could you pls post your favourite tiktoks from leon? 💖 I cant find too much content from him 🥺

I thought you’d never ask, anon 💖 it’s truly a tragedy he doesn’t have a tiktok of his own; it definitely makes finding content a little bit harder. Nevertheless, I definitely have quite a few favorites, and I’ll link them by category below the cut:

*this is gonna be an insanely long post…you’ve been warned*

Leon Whoretzka worship

That iconic Hulkretzka moment (brought to you by Bayern herself)

I’m gonna be honest; I’m only looking at your titties right now… (warning: there’s probs gonna be a lot of leongoretzkamalewife on here 😂)

Sexiest transformation in the world? Definitely.

Leon flexing (in more ways than one)

Me? Obsessed with you? Yes.

Still the greatest fit of all time. Completely unrivaled.

Don’t get in strangers’ cars, but when it’s Leon, exceptions must be made…

His titties + this past season’s home kits = heaven 🤤

Because even Leon has to give his biceps the smooches they deserve

He might need his shirt back, but I ain’t giving it to him 🤭

Who doesn’t love a lil striptease?

Leon sweetheart-retzka

What we all mean when we say “Leon Goretzka is our comfort person”

I’m not kidding, if Leon ever looked at me like this it’d be over for me

Remember to dream big kids

“Ohne euch würde die ganze geschichte nicht funktionieren.” 🥹

Bochumer Junge 🥰

Leon takes on the Bundesliga tiktok challenge (in English)

My comfort tiktok

“Die goldene henne.” (Proud papa Leon)

The handoff of the number 8

Leon with a child

Leon Jaha-retzka 😑

Bombastic side eye

“Ich bin halt clever.”

Quarantine brought out the worst in all of us… (someone please give the man his zaubertrank)

Leon’s verdict: biceps not up to par

Everyone’s favorite Scrooge 🥰

It’s hard being an introvert in a world full of extroverts

The enthusiasm radiates off the page truly

Getting up close and personal

He may be riding alone but his heart will go on

“DAS IST DER SIEBEN!!!!”

I want him to scream in my face

Jaha

Cutie pie Leon Adorabl-etzka

Die maus for a reason

Is your smile unparalleled Leon? Ja 📈📉

Soft boi baby

Those eyes…

Dressed to impress, and to make us obsess

On again, off again, love you like oxygen

So you trust him?

God knows he’s the only way to heal now

“Geil alter!”

So much more than a footballer 🥰

Easily in my top 3 Leon soft boi edits

The reason I hold on…

When he renewed with us 🥹

It’s never a cruel summer when he’s around

Just a reminder :)

Can you feeeeeellllll feeeeeeellll my love?

Süße maus

The only time I feel safe…

What do you think got me this far?

Can a person feel like home?

Ja 🕺

Where’d all the time go?

Photocrop challenge 🤪

Leon Lol-retzka

Part-time drill sergeant, part-time proud papa

We love a multitasking king

Money shot babyyyy 🤑

Leon kickstarting his reporting career

“MEISTER SAMMA!!!!”

What did I just watch 😂

He promised us a smile…false advertising

He was sucking on candy the whole time 🤦‍♀️

“Nein” 😵

The crickets are never louder than when someone dares to breathe the word “Holland” in his presence

Best Benji impersonator

He’s an old soul, really…

He’s fucking crazy, but he’s free

You know you’re touch-starved when you start spooning the training materials

Prepare to have your brain chemistry altered…

His road rage is stewing just below the surface

He’s so normal I swear

Rhythm is a dancer 🕺

He was there in spirit

“Brotha from anotha motha” (American accent on point)

Leon just never misses…they don’t call him Leon Scoretzka for nothin’

Goddamn, now I want a Leon Goretzka movie 😩

Prepping for future rap battles by spitting unnecessary bars

Have you learned your alphabet?

Ho ho ho? More like hoe hoe hoe 🎄

The problem child

A wise man once said…

This was groundbreaking 🤯

🎶We’re going to Ibizaaa🎶 🔙 to the island 🏝️

To cuddle or to soullessly pummel: that is the question

I trust you’ll pick the right one 😎

Preparing for his UFC debut

*maniacal laughter intensifies*

Whoever decided to stick Thomas and Leon in the same room is my favorite person…please give them an immediate pay raise thx xoxo

“Bin auch Händler.”

“Auf gar keinen fall.”

🐮

“Das ist doch sicher ein Dorf.”

“Komm let’s go.”

Danke 😑

“Das ist auf gar keinen Fall richtig!!” 😡

I’m ashamed to say I’ve replayed this video an unhealthy amount of times but what am I supposed to do when it legit sounds like he’s moaning

Lockdown brought out a different side of all of us

This was a life or death situation

[chthonicgodling]

@marscats37 - (in response to this horrific statement I’ve just made🤪)

here’s the thing - everyone in the Elysium palace knows the truth.* to this day no one on Asgard does.

edit after I finished writing this and sat back and looked at what I even said; hi this got way away from me and barely answered your question and turned into an essay about Elysium!Thor. oops! WELL!!!

*actually- I don’t know if Maci knows the specific details? She wasn’t privy to his memories back then and they hated each other up until recently so. hmmm. oh I’ll revisit that thought. Anywayyy

and now I’m putting it behind a cut cause I got lONG AGAIN AAHHHH. cw ofc for child death and abuse mentioned ig and also mentions of past suicide attempts-

So — first of all obviously elysium!Thor does exist if I haven’t made that clear, he’s. there’s no real changes of note except for probably what I’m about to say lmfao so take that information as you will. though he hasn’t been in canon for QUITE some time — do we all know that Thor came with him when Loki ended up in Elysium!? Loki’s Memory Theater had continued all the way from early childhood up through the events of 2011/2012, presented all laid out to Tory, Epi, Thor, and Pasi when Loki had first come, the communal attempt to speedrun-therapy him. Together they all SAW undeniably everything that had happened, including to all the kids. the first half of this was-,, even before the twins were killed,, I mean just such clear insane cruelty that Thor like. first refused to believe it was real?!,

there was a whole nother altercation where Thor approached Loki like this CANNOT actually be things that have happened to you, these gods are planting images in your head, if this was all real I would have noticed I would have stopped it :( to which of course Loki went ballistic like you DIDNT notice and you DIDNT stop it and how dare you accuse my MEMORIES of being lies— Tory found out that this fight had happened when Loki was suddenly moodier than normal and Thor was stomping around outside and Tory was SO FURIOUS at Thor — wait wait I’m scrolling back to 2012 - oooo we get a real quote from the end of this argument, quoth Tory:

“You bring him back, he'll run away again. And next time, he might not end up here. He'd rather die than go back. […] He's already tried to kill himself. Do you want him to die? […] Then you will stay here for him, take his memories as truth, and understand everything that he feels. If you have any objection, get the fuck out of my kingdom.”

hey I love Tory so much. Also worth mentioning that Loki did overhear this entire conversation in the action of moodily eavesdropping of course. one point scored for Elysium wowie

so after being successfully snarled back into his place by Tory who was also on fire by the end of that little chat Thor returned with a slightly more open mind and watched in rising horror as he realized what their father had done to him under his nose. And then Vali and Nari. the death of Vali and Nari was viewed in Memory Theater but cut short - Loki had BEGGED them not to play through it, and when Epi and Tory insisted, since he also refused to talk about it, he’d just shut down. None of them were prepared for how horrible it was, the memory of walking into the scene of death, and it was the only time through all of this sideshow that nightmare god himself Epi shattered the dream in horror, everyone waking back up in hysterics. because of this— and this is crucial — they did not get to SEE Loki finding out how this had happened.

by this point Tory (&co.) had more than proven themselves to Loki. please reread that above paragraph again that Tory had unflinchingly unhesitatingly growled into Thor’s face, when Loki had been living in the palace for like three weeks only. And so Tory & co found out the specific details of how they’d died when Loki, in an actual conversation right after they’d watched ^that, told them.

Loki did not include Thor in that conversation.

After, he was witness to the other bits and pieces surrounding their death, plus what he remembered himself - viewing now the horrifying conversation Loki had with Odin after the fact, to Thor’s own memory of scraping his brother off the throne room floor. Thor’s… a fuckin ditz but he’s not a COMPLETE idiot??? The context clues were very clear that Odin had had.,, somethinG..,, to do with their deaths the way he’d had something to do with everything but Loki had no desire to share the depths of that truth with him. For what purpose???????? especially now??? With every intention of leaving all thoughts of Asgard dead and gone forever, why spur Thor to lay siege upon the whole place on his behalf (this COULD have been the knowledge to do it too.)? Forget it all, Loki’s renounced all parents and birthplaces. There’s no point. Better to keep distance forever in an actual happily ever after. (Plus then he got Vali and Nari back ANYWAY).

so… no, no one really knows, even now - just Thor. A little. Just Thor looking at his father with a touch more disgust, but knowing also that Loki is hidden forever, and defending him could mean exposing him. Odin has.,, experienced no consequences ever for what he’s done. In the eyes of Asgard, the last thing anyone remembers Loki doing was going insane and trying to murder his own family including his own brother and then vanishing only to reappear trying to take over a planet like a wackjob so STILL no one thinks very highly of Loki. He caused endless problems, gave birth to monsters, was moody and dangerous, betrayed everyone he knew, and is now gone forever and hopefully dead. Poor Odin AllFather didn’t deserve the burden of dealing with him. And they all lived happily ever after.

This is how Loki prefers it, though.

Yknow, once the ghosts of the twins were brought to Elysium, Thor and Loki’s Elysium reconciliation did take place - apologies from Thor, Loki’s guard lowering one single time into heaps of tears and clinging in a heap in the hallway, before Loki peeled himself back away from him. Closure, at least. Eventually Thor did leave, around after Fjoer was born, knowing that Loki was in good hands and knowing that Loki was., actually happy?? finally???

Within the context of Current Elysium - Loki considers himself estranged from Thor and has no desire to rekindle a closer relationship, it’s like. First of all he’s fucking annoying to everyone in the palace and to him lmao. Most importantly. but second of all like,, the previous stages of Loki’s life and upbringing and childhood and past were so traumatizing that Thor’s entire existence is?? tangled up in that? like,, it’s Painful, unfortunately, to be with him, as being with him comes with those memories of [GESTURES, SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS]. this… is something that Loki’s sad about if he thinks too hard about it but would never, ever admit. He also would never ever admit that he keeps tabs on where Thor is at all times and has saved every one of the one million letters Thor has sent him, even though hes never once responded. But he keeps them.

The last of his kids Loki allowed Thor to wvwn meet were Eisa and Einmyria - and ONLY because after several years of no contact, he’d ambushed Thor in a panic in one single night to help him get to Fen & Jör and free them to prevent ragnarok. The literal only person he could count on to help him on a QUEST - cause the kids were being born NOW right now!!! and there was no time to waste - and Thor agreed to help him!!! ….in exchange for getting to meet his new nieces pretty please please please please🥺🥺🥺 after that- back to estrangement - lmao I’m pretty sure Libby thinks Loki is an only child 🫣

SO, to answer your question. yes the people Loki is closest to - the residents of the palace - all know the truth. Anyone else - he’s given up on long ago, and his old life is dead and buried to him now. Odin - head high, no regrets, father of the year forever.

PHEW!

[drunk-poets-society]

Omg i had the most dream ever.

Ok so

I was in a bus and very very social, so I got to talking with this guy and he was like “i know a Spot” and so i went there with him and it was like a country club on the countryside and gave me (idk what this word was supposed to be) vibes, with a splash of Appalachia or even Scandinavia but it was a nice wooden lodge and the atmosphere was constantly moody and cloudy, like it would rain any moment and I really liked it.

It was also very very Christian and there was a church, and we were in the back where the alter boys wear their robes and where all the stuff is stored and there’s these individual mini garden swings which fit one person. So I’m standing up looking down at the guy, and we’re looking at pictures and we see some of this old lady doing some weird cult stuff hereditary style and I’m like ‘that’s cool’ and find out that that lady is still alive and in the church.

Plot twist the church members wanted to find out wtf this woman’s deal was, but she was a very very old member so no one dared ask her. so I was tasked, kind of like a PI to uncover the truth and so i moved to the ranch???? Farm????? Adjoining the church.

There was constantly supernatural stuff happening which was pissing me off. Like a lot of paranormal activity which I kept brushing off as me being mentally ill™️🤪 and it was annoying me a lot. It was giving skinwalker ranch honestly. Anyways. one day I hear footsteps or something and then I see this creature-girl with very long but sparse but freakishly strong hair, and just like two scribbles for eyes

Yk kinda like this and her skin was the texture of a stuffed doll. It didn’t scare me, just made me think “either I’m not as insane as I thought or I have completely lost it”. So I went on a mission to catch her, and found out Actually there were two. they were kind of like sisters? Twins? Idk. But they had very long gangly limbs and were like stuffed dolls. And I was like “k cool, I don’t care” and continued living there, the paranormal activity still happening, which I just brushed off as mental illness™️™️🤪

Then one day, I was near the barn and there was this big-ish puddle of water that I didn’t know the depth of, but assumed it wasn’t that deep, seeing as it was a puddle, but the water was opaque and muddy so I didn’t step in it, because I didn’t have any reason to do so.

So like the lodge, right? The guy? Him and his friends gave me some scalpels as weapons that I was to keep on myself at all times. I was like “ok whatevs” and kept the bunch of scalpels tied with a rubber band in the right pocket of my overalls, and forgot about it. but i wore the same overalls every day so it was cool.

There were two feral cats napping, submerging themselves in the very puddle and I thought “hm that’s kinda strange but who am I to judge all cats are different” and then I noticed, upon closer inspection, that they weren’t real cats at all, but rather felted ones. They looked very real though.

and then the water started bubbling and then one of the cats got dragged in. Not too fast, I had time to see that the cat wore the still serene expression stitched to its face as it was gently pulled down under. The same thing happened with the second cat, so I put my fishing rod in the water hoping to catch something. It did get caught on something heavy, and I was like yay.

And then one of the girls bobbed up, but the hook had just been caught in her hair, which had very strong roots. Cos it was like 4 strands which were caught and her head was already sparsely populated. Anyways, no hint of the cats but she kinda just walked back into the barn or the house and I followed her, and she disappeared after climbing up and disappearing Into a horizontal support beam.

I caught a single strand of her hair and held onto it trying to pull her back up, and she had no expression or reaction. And as I was reaching for the scalpel the strand of hair broke :( Tried doing the same thing for the second time, this time more cautious, but it escaped again.

Woke up

[cherienymphe]

What was your opinion on Lorelai and her love interests like max Christopher king luke

Y'all gone be soooo mad at me but-

I wanted Lorelai to be with Max and I am not sorry 🤷🏾‍♀️ I love Luke with all my heart and soul and God knows him and Lorelai are soulmates whatever whatever but Max was literally perfect. He was gorgeous, well off, such a gentleman. Literally a dream. I'm sorry but there was nothing wrong with that man and I knew it wasn't going to last because they dated so early in the show (and duh Luke) but I really liked them together. I feel like he was her Logan in the sense of him being from that world she grew up in and shockingly seeing a future with him while having so much in common.

Obviously we all love Luke but him and Lorelai self sabotaged too much for me. Claiming he wanted to spend his life with Lorelai but hesitating to introduce her to his daughter? Idk idk that was weird. I get that he was just getting to know her himself but Lorelai had every right to feel slighted by that. No, she didn't have to be as involved as he was in the beginning but not even a mention? In passing? It doesn't need to be said that Lorelai sleeping with Christopher was gag worthy. I do NAWT like that man

Speaking of, Christopher SUCKS! I know I stated that I see Max as Lorelai's Logan but in truth we all know him and Christopher are more alike and I hate it so much because how dare they compare Logan to that deadbeat 😭 he took way too long to grow tf up and the whole thing with Sherry? I kind of saw that as his karma idk idk. I get that Lorelai let him off the hook or whatever, but the fact that he just accepted that and popped in and out of Lorelai and Rory's life as he pleased while Lorelai had to be a single mom was so nasty to me. It's painted as "quirky 🤪" because he's a white man! I can't even tell you how happy I was when Rory called him out on his shit and was like stay away from my mom because you always come in and screw things up because she was right even though Lorelai had a habit of letting him.

Digger isn't even worth a mention

[just-some-random-blogger]

He scowls. He doesn’t understand why they aren’t shut away when not in Helaena’s presence. They are always laughing, it gives him a migraine. What could possibly be so funny?

mans so dry and friendless. press f to pay respect. F

Aemond’s eye widens at this. He leans forward, peering through the gap to see which of them it is. She is pretty. Beautiful, actually. He has never bothered to take the time to properly look at any of them before, usually doing his best to avoid them at all costs, but there is no denying that she is fairer than any woman he has ever looked upon. He hopes more than anything that the rest of this wretched gaggle can convince her to divulge further details.

WISH I WAS HER SO BADLY FUCK

“Oh, go on, your secret’s safe with us!”

lies though unknowing ones

“Well…we were coupling…and it felt good…I have heard that lying with a man is painful and uncomfortable, but I was enjoying it, and after…he pleasured me with his mouth…”

DANG SHE REALLY SAID THAT OUTLOUD OMG

“Were you not repulsed by it? He is disfigured after all.”

[CRIMINAL OFFENSIVE SIDE EYE]

[...] yet he cannot help replaying the words in his mind. We were coupling. It felt good. He pleasured me with his mouth. I find Prince Aemond rather dashing.

as an overthinker myself. i agree. get that record player on BLAST

We were coupling. His sword is knocked from his hand. It felt good. His shield splinters under a blow from a morningstar. He pleasured me with his mouth. He is knocked to the ground. I find Prince Aemond rather dashing. The point of Criston’s sword is at his throat.

HAHAHAHAHH I FELT THAT but idk shouldnt this up his morale or smth ???? 🤪¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk we be different ig HAHAHH

“Is everything alright, My Prince?” Criston asks with genuine concern, offering out a hand and helping Aemond back to his feet.

bruh be so fucking for real right now [bombastic side eye] boo cole boo 👎👎👎👎👎👎

“The bloodmages of Valyria used wyvern stock to create dragons…we were coupling…The bloodmages of Valyria…it felt good…”

HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA IDK HE LIKE ME FR ITS SO FUNNNY

It only takes a few seconds of flicking through the pages before he finds what he’s looking for. Graphic descriptions of how women can be prepared for intercourse, and even brought to peak, via the use of lips and tongue.

His eye widens and his breathing quickens as he imagines licking her in her most intimate area. It’s only when he realises that his cock is now straining painfully against the laces of his breeches that he hurriedly places the book back on the shelf and retires to his chambers.

... i could help

In truth, he cannot keep his eyes off of her either and it is probably that that drives her to stare as she does.

yeah imagine the blonde emo staring at you id be conscious too

Acting on his new found boldness, Aemond leans down to whisper in her ear, his voice husky. “I heard what you said earlier.”

He regards her face carefully as he pulls back, but there is no apparent recollection, so he decides to be more daring. Leaning in once more he says “Just so you know, if I were going to pleasure you with my mouth, I’d do it before I stuck my cock in your cunt, not after.”

“Sweet dreams, my lady.” He calls behind him.

this but also he shudda stabbed me FUCK YOU me

Hey! could you please write something about Aemond hearing his name in a conversation, he stays at the door sure he will hear something bad but instead he hears the lady talk about her sex dreams about him

Thank you so much💙

Warnings: Smut. Word count: ~1400

Aemond strides down the corridor of the Red Keep, in the direction of the training yard. It is mid-morning and his schedule runs like clockwork - he has a sparring session with Ser Criston Cole in 15 minutes and fully intends to arrive early, he always does.

Raucous laughter echoes down the hallway. He catches the source of it through a crack in the solar door, which has been left ajar. Helaena’s ladies in waiting are all reclining on the couches inside, though there is no sign of the Princess which they are in service of.

He scowls. He doesn’t understand why they aren’t shut away when not in Helaena’s presence. They are always laughing, it gives him a migraine. What could possibly be so funny?

The giggles subside when one of them speaks in hushed tones. 

“I had a dream last night…about Prince Aemond.”

His ears prick up at this, his curiosity piqued, and he hovers to the left of the doorframe, so he can listen in undetected. He is certain that what is to follow will be some gruesome retelling of the One-Eyed Prince being the source of night terrors, it would not be the first time he has overheard unkind words about himself.

“Oh? Do share.” One of them pipes up.

“I-I can’t.” She stammers. “It is improper.”

Aemond’s eye widens at this. He leans forward, peering through the gap to see which of them it is. She is pretty. Beautiful, actually. He has never bothered to take the time to properly look at any of them before, usually doing his best to avoid them at all costs, but there is no denying that she is fairer than any woman he has ever looked upon. He hopes more than anything that the rest of this wretched gaggle can convince her to divulge further details.

More giggles erupt, before a voice chimes in.

“Oh, go on, your secret’s safe with us!”

“Well…we were coupling…and it felt good…I have heard that lying with a man is painful and uncomfortable, but I was enjoying it, and after…he pleasured me with his mouth…”

This is a chorus of gasps, followed by more laughing.

Aemond feels his heart hammering inside of his chest. It seems so loud he is certain the ladies in the solar will notice and catch him in the act of eavesdropping. His skin flushes hot from his neck all the way to the tips of his ears. He is in utter disbelief at what he has just heard.

“Were you not repulsed by it? He is disfigured after all.”

“No.” She rebuffs. “Actually, I find Prince Aemond rather dashing…”

Aemond pushes off of the wall and hurries away. He has heard enough. He does not know how to handle the words he was just privy to. They were not meant for his ears and yet he cannot undo hearing them. What is he supposed to do with the way they have set his pulse racing? He never asked for this, had never even noticed her before today, and yet he cannot help replaying the words in his mind.

We were coupling.

It felt good.

He pleasured me with his mouth.

I find Prince Aemond rather dashing.

For the first time in his life he is late to the training yard. Ser Criston greets him with a reproachful look, before Aemond suffers through what is undoubtedly the worst sparring session he has participated in since he first took up a wooden sword as a child.

We were coupling.

His sword is knocked from his hand.

It felt good. 

His shield splinters under a blow from a morningstar.

He pleasured me with his mouth.

He is knocked to the ground.

I find Prince Aemond rather dashing.

The point of Criston’s sword is at his throat.

“Is everything alright, My Prince?” Criston asks with genuine concern, offering out a hand and helping Aemond back to his feet.

Aemond’s eye is wide, his breathing laboured, and not from the exertion of training.

“I-I think I am unwell, Cole. Please excuse me.”

He stalks back inside, seeking solace in the library. Pulling a copy of Unnatural History from the shelf, his favourite book to lose himself in, he settles into an armchair and begins to read.

“The bloodmages of Valyria used wyvern stock to create dragons…we were coupling…The bloodmages of Valyria…it felt good…”

“Seven hells!” He slams the book shut upon realising he cannot get past the first line, sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose.

He pleasured me with his mouth.

He has never heard of a man doing such a thing to a woman. Despite the vulgarity of it, he is intrigued. He places his copy of Unnatural History on the nearby table and stands, making his way towards the end of the library that contains the more salacious reading material.

He takes a quick look around to make sure the prying eyes of the maesters aren’t watching him, before scanning the shelves and selecting the tome he feels will be most relevant for what he is attempting to research.

It only takes a few seconds of flicking through the pages before he finds what he’s looking for. Graphic descriptions of how women can be prepared for intercourse, and even brought to peak, via the use of lips and tongue.

His eye widens and his breathing quickens as he imagines licking her in her most intimate area. It’s only when he realises that his cock is now straining painfully against the laces of his breeches that he hurriedly places the book back on the shelf and retires to his chambers.

He lays on his bed that afternoon, spilling into his own hand, with her name falling from his lips like an urgent prayer.

She is there at the dining table when he goes to supper that evening. It is not unusual for Helaena to invite her ladies in waiting to dine with them, and usually Aemond sits at the far end of the table, avoiding eye contact and all attempts at conversation. However, this evening feels different. Prior to tonight he had never heard her say she found him “dashing”, he had never pleasured himself to the thought of burying his face between her thighs.

Guilt blooms heavily in his chest as he takes his seat. His food remains untouched. Every time he looks up he catches her eyes upon him. Does she know? How could she?

In truth, he cannot keep his eyes off of her either and it is probably that that drives her to stare as she does.

On an ordinary evening, Aemond sips delicately at his wine throughout the meal, leaving the cup almost full by the time he leaves the table. However, tonight he finds himself draining his first and gulping greedily at the second. The calming effect it has on his nerves is most agreeable to him.

He pleasured me with his mouth.

His grip on the edge of the wooden table turns his knuckles white, as he struggles to compose himself. His sigh of relief is almost audible as the meal draws to a close and everyone begins to retire for the evening.

He catches sight of her outside of her own bedchamber door as he is returning to his. Fuelled by the confidence that two cups of wine on an empty stomach has granted him, he lengthens his strides, catching up to her before she is able to make it inside and close the door.

She turns, startled, as he grabs her arm, pulling her towards him.

“My Prince?” She asks, a hint of fear and confusion pinching her delicate features as her brow furrows slightly.

Acting on his new found boldness, Aemond leans down to whisper in her ear, his voice husky. “I heard what you said earlier.”

He regards her face carefully as he pulls back, but there is no apparent recollection, so he decides to be more daring. Leaning in once more he says “Just so you know, if I were going to pleasure you with my mouth, I’d do it before I stuck my cock in your cunt, not after.”

He lets her go and walks away with a smirk. When he chances a glance back over his shoulder and sees that she is still frozen in place, her mouth agape, he knows that she knows exactly what he is talking about and his words have had the desired effect.

“Sweet dreams, my lady.” He calls behind him.

[cbncb0280]

Lost (Ben Solo X Reader) - Chapter 40

A/N: Warning: Mature Content included. Does get quite smutty in some ways... ...and this is no dream in the story, whatsoever... 😛🤪😘🤫😂😀

Under 13s, please keep off this unless you feel absolutely ready to read something like dis... besides, this is ideally a 15+ story after all...

Alex, Ben & Y/N's Pov

After Alex had turned on his beautiful yellow lightsaber along with Ben's blue lightsaber and his envious, malicious face like a volcano ready to erupt.

Suddenly, both bursted out clashing each other's lightsabers against one another's. You just watched, not able to say a word. Why was Ben so mad even though you two had broken up over a year ago?

"It's too late for you Ben, she's all mine now. I can sense it through the Force, and that's only the truth" Alex began.

"BIG LIAR!" Ben screeched like Lara, "HOW DARE YOU TOUCH SOMETHING THAT'S MINE! YOU'VE JUST COMMITTED TOXIC THIEVERY!"

"Welp, I'm not afraid of you Ben. And I personally feel as though you want to turn to Lara's side even though she's dead."

"SHUT UP! I HATE THAT BITCH OF ALL BITCHES GIRL! I'VE ALWAYS HATED SUCH A BULLY, LIAR AND UGLY, UNWORTHY PIECE OF F***ING TRASH! GIVE ME BACK WHAT I OWE RIGHT NOW OR I'LL KILL YOU!"

Out of pure anger of hearing Ben's words, you turned on your green lightsaber you had in your pocket and felt ready to fight. And you knew exactly who you wanted to fight against...

"Welp, she's all mine. And you'll never get her back cus all you did was abandon her and you literally stole her from me in the first place, Ben Solo-Wolo!"

"HOW DARE YOU CALL ME THAT!" Ben screamed while attacking Alex and almost zapping him through his neck, "YOU'RE BECOMING LIKE THAT STUPID BRATTY FATTY BITCHY LARA GIRL AND YOU'VE TURNED Y/N INTO ONE TOO ALONG WITH QUEENIE AND EVERYONE ELSE! YOU STOLE HER!"

Your lightsaber crashed onto Ben's in such raging, powerful infuriation.

"Leave us alone, Ben. Now!" You snapped angrily at him loudly, "we don't want you here so just leave us both alone, you fricking idiot!"

In atrocious shock, Ben couldn't believe what he'd just heard from that once, quiet, sweet, naive, unique, unbitchy, empathetic, understanding, supportive, shy, beautiful girl he had over a year ago. Yes, it was his fault to why they split up, but his overpossissiveness was making him want to force her to come back to him. His dark side had taken over him and he felt as though he wanted to unfairly punish her and make up with her. And the way he would do that is by clinging her to the walls in such a threatening way, ripping all her clothes off, biting her neck, then thrusting himself inside of her. And he so badly wanted to do that now that he was fifteen years old. He was to turn sixteen in a few more months anyway so yeah, he was a good enough age.

"THAT'S THAT!" Ben yelled at Alex after attacking him and nearly beheading him. He wanted to kill him so badly. Oh yes, he did! He wanted to give him a very very very violent death just like Macbeth gave to MacDonwald... !

You faught Ben back but then he pushed you away through the Force, making sure you couldn't move...

Your lightsaber went off too and you were suffering...

But then, Alex's amazing talent pushed Ben out the open window and then he dropped and fell to the ground. You were thankfully alright after all that pain you felt. Alex also had Ben's lightsaber too after making his hand let go of it too!

Alex closed and locked both the door and all windows, then he started snogging you again. Really hardly and passionately. Which unfortunately eventually lead to something during that entire night...

No, it wasn't smut, definitely not, but you and Alex were sure the hell thinking about it. But what really happened was that after a lot of rolls and snogging along with a lot of neck and forehead kiss, hair and back massages and even Alex sucking your nipples a little (A/N: I am desperately sorry if this makes you cringe... it's my first time ever writing stuff like this online so please don't judge me for it), you slept together while cuddling. Dreaming of you both making out, feeling the best sensual and sexual feelings you two have ever felt in your entire lives. Ben never found out thankfully in those dreams you two shared. 

Like ever since you got to know each other better over a year ago, he began to help you become a lot more self-confident and energetic. You both shared a lot in common through your smart Jedi skills and your love for learning as well as being a brave, supportive friend. You also had family members who were once among the Dark Side too...

So both of you secretly, although it was obvious too, began to fall deeply but slowly in love with each other. And now the time eventually arrived for them both. Could they make out the next day?

Alex definitely hoped it would happen soon as long as Y/N's period didn't come along soon. Thankfully, it had ended a couple of days ago so hopefully she'd be alright. Ben would certainly have a huge temper tantrum though that he may destroy the entire place...

When you two women up, you two both kissed passionately good morning then felt highly tempted to do more...

However, after being thrown out the window, you two had no idea that Ben managed to save himself so he could sense everything that would happen through his smart Jedi skills of the Force. He was very Force-Sensitive after all and had just recently found out that his ancestor was this horrible Darth Vader...

"Alex," you moaned while the handsome blonde kissed and licked your neck, "may we, erm..."

Ben began to rush up the stairs to lightsaber the door off. Yes, he had stolen his uncle's lightsaber.

Fortunately for you but unknown to Ben, Alex agreed to what you so badly wanted to do. And that's what happened. (A/N: I won't go into a lot of detail on this as I cannot write stuff like that in such a mature contented way. I'm under 20 years of age anyway. I'm also sooo sorry if this upsets you... under 15s in particular, please keep away from this if you really seriously cannot put up with it...)

You just lost your virginity with Alex while making out for a short time. It was the best feeling you two had both ever had. Hopefully, it was highly unlikely that you'd get pregnant but all you did while smutting was kissing, rocking and thrusting.

However, you never knew about him smutting with Lara while pretending to be her fake boyfriend, Tom Riddle!

After it had finished, you both got dressed then down to breakfast to meet Queenie and Clara. You  spoke while walking and holding hands.

"Alex," you began to ask him, "if you don't mind me asking, but what exactly did your mother do after her parents split up?"

"Well, she was seventeen back then and carried on with her Jedi Training. Yes, of course she was heartbroken but she carried on. When they were just friends, my father cheered her up then when they were both twenty-three, they ended up getting married. Then at aged twenty-six, they had me and three years later, my brother."

It was quick for Alex to sob at the mention of his brother as he was now dead. All cus of that sh***y girl Lara and her big ass gang of dark people! You patted his back then gave his cheek a kiss and reminded him of the morning while whispering it in his ear.

"Ben shouldn't know if he just so happens to still be alive, besides, I really don't like him anymore and I've changed dramatically since we split up anyway. Probably just as well we did then."

"You're absolutely... stunning, Y/N. Beautiful. Attractive. You finally look like a woman now. You're body is just... fab. Delicious," he whispered to you.

"I'd say the same about yours too," you whispered back to him while he suddenly grabbed himself around you and kissed you hardly on the lips. He then pinned you to the wall nearby and you both enjoyed a passionate snog until Queenie squealed and screamed with delight tha you two were know together. Hugging you both immediately after you both finished kissing.

"Congratulations you two! Just what I dreamed of! Clara is here too. Hey, guess what Clara? Alex and Y/N are together now! Finally! After all this time!" Queenie squealed excitedly and joyfully. She had never felt this happy in her whole life due to her history.

"Oh! Well done you two! Horray! Let's celebrate and set up a perfect date for you two!" Clara squealed with the same tone and expression as Queenie.

Unfortunately, while all of you were celebrating and Alex lifted you up in his arms, someone came over unexpectedly and looked so ready to destroy the Jedi Temple with a double, evil, malevolent look. As a highly Force-Sensitive boy, he knew immediately that Alex and Y/N had lost each others' virginity with one another. This was the worst of what he expected.

Now his love for Y/N really was non-existent that he wanted to rape her then maybe even kill her... sooooo badly...

His lightsaber went on and he ran super fast to the group while screaming until you pushed him away with the Force and laughed with Alex at that. The Force had told you that he survived as he fell in a lake, coincidentally! Uh oh... he had never ever been this unhappy before despite everything he had been through...

The Force he felt himself allowed him to stop you from controlling him through it. He was very successful over everyone else, including the new version of yourself, bold and bright Alex as well as smart and sneaky Queenie. So what would it be? A fight between new you, brave Alex, clever Queenie, caring Clara versus miserable Ben Solo who was actually the smartest and most skilled person put of all of you. He was also terrific at sports too.

So what was it to be? Another fight? Or what else? Could it be something far worse than this? Ben's emotions were undescribable even for the author of 'Lost' to talk about. That was that. It was time for Ben to punish Y/N and rape her then maybe kill her in the end... time for Ben to turn to the Dark Side... time for him to destroy the Jedi Temple and everyone there... and no one could even sense through the Force his dark and deepest plans due to his pure, raging, petrifying anger......

You and all your friends turned on your lightsabers too and Alex kissed you hardly in front of Ben... and that was that.

"That's that Ben. She's mine." Alex calmly stated, but that just pushed the salt into the wound...

A/N: Arghhhhh, idk whether to regret writing all dis mature content and it's my first time too. But just to warn you that the next chapter will be a long detailed fight scene along with a bit of mature content too. So be prepared for a surprise but btw, I only wrote a smut between Y/N and Alex as it creates plot in the story to make Ben angry. I'm deeply sorry if I've upset you in any way. But thanks for reading dis though.

P.S. Yayyyy! Role 4 is now completed!

[softcallofdutyimagines]

How would Adler, Hudson, Stitch and Perseus react to their s/o calling them a monster?

Hmmmm 👁️ I'm throwing in Makarov for this too bc 🤪🤪

Adler

You'd think that as a man with a nickname like America's Monster, you'd be use to being addressed as such

And in part, he supposes he is

After all he's done... He knows what he is

So why does it hurt so much to hear it come from you?

He doesn't even try to argue against you

If that's the way you, feel then just go already

Just like she did, before the divorce...

He thought maybe things would be different, that maybe he could change

Looks like he was wrong

Hudson

How dare you say that to him?

He risks his life and sacrifices so much, more then you even know, to keep you and the world you live in safe

Not everything has a pleasant chain events in this line of work

He has to make the hard calls, because no one else will

But believe him... He if didn't, then someone else will

He... He hopes you don't that

That maybe you only said that because you're angry, and not because you believe it

He doesn't like calling the darker shots anymore then you like for him to be doing it

But he does it anyway because he loves you

Makarov

He takes no shame or insult to that label

If anything... He relishes it

He is the monster the world wanted him to be

He has never know trifles such as pity, kindness, or mercy...

Why should he offer such luxuries to a world that couldn't be bothered with him?

His dreams, his desires...

They mean nothing?

Fine. He means to show the world how that feels right back

You may call him a monster...

But you only encourage him by doing so

Perseus

A monster?

Perhaps that is you see

He sees a man with the courage and drive to change the world, to finally make a free and livable way of living for all

Unfortunately, there are many who oppose his ideals

Even worse, they cannot be reasoned with and so they must meet their end...

Nothing will stop him and his mission for a new world

Although it pains him to say it...

Not even you

Stitch

Pft, you think that word hurts him?

He relishes the power it gives him

You knew what he was the moment you met him

If you are just now deciding that you can't handle it... Then that's on you

Although, he will admit it's a bit disheartening to hear it come from you

He thought you were made of something a little tougher then all that

Hopefully you'll come to your senses once you've calmed down

If not, you are free to leave at any time

[redorich]

rating dsmp characters on whether i would fight them

Ant - claws?? no thanks

Bad - he'd kick my ass absolutely but it would be fun and he would be sportsmanlike. i might be able to get him with the pocket sand trick

Charlie - if i tried to punch him my hand would just sink into his goop and he would smile at me like this is normal

Connor - he's the only normal one but he does wear a sonic onesie in public which makes me want to beat him up. maybe i'd give him a swirly or smth lol

Dream - he would fucking kill me. i would much rather ruin his reputation by starting a rumor that he doesnt wipe his ass or wash his hands after he shits

DreamXD - i like living, thanks (hard pass)

Drista - i take every chance i can get to fight fourteen year olds. that being said i also dont enjoy being encased in bedrock. like i would still do it but just for the record it is a bad idea

Eret - no, if i hurt eret physically their disappointment would hurt me emotionally and it's just not worth it

Foolish - i feel like i could get in a few good licks before he starts to fight back so if im quick about it and i run away before he realizes he just got clocked i could probably get away with it

Fundy - this man SCREAMS prey. he has the vibes of a freshman. you wouldnt even have to prompt me i would just see this man walking down the street minding his own business and just mow his ass down

George - he's a good fighter but if i caught him while he is sleeping (which to be fair is 90% of the time) the satisfaction of kicking him in the ribs would be immense

Ghostbur - i would sooner strike myself down than hurt him

Hannah - damn, what a hell of a way to die o7

Hbomb (normal) - i'd spar with him because he looks like the kind of person who would make a neat noise when he hits the ground

Hbomb (catmaid variant) - absolutely not. she's girlbossing

Jack - same as fundy but like a little to the left. i'd stomp his ass for daring to be bald at me but then i would feel bad for discriminating against bald people. then he would open his mouth and say something to me and i would remember that i attacked him not because he's bald but because he's an idiot ❤️

Karl - he lives off of monster energy and bad decisions but so do i. the difference is that i could fold him like a table

Mexican Dream - i fear him

Michael - FUCK YEAH I'LL DROP KICK A CHILD I DONT GIVE A SHIT

Niki - oh no 😳 niki dont punch me in the face 🥴🥺 ahaha you're so girlboss and sexy-- [is murdered to death]

Philza - i could not step to this man but that wont stop me from trying. i'll have a soundboard full of baby zombie noises to throw him off his rhythm

Ponk - let's spar!! and then we can like make a really cool two-person kata to impress people with and charge people money to watch us fight because they dont know its fake

Puffy - short queen with a killer right hook?? ahaha i could never 😖🥺😡 ........ unless?? 🤪🥵🤤🥴🥰

Punz - same as ponk tbh

Purpled - he's a child and therefore it is not only my duty but my god given right to assault him

Quackity - he would be surprisingly competent but i could still take him.

Ranboo - too much main character energy, not touching that. he'll teleport behind me with a katana or something

Sam - "i am doing this out of my own free will" yeah and? im doing this because my meat is huge and you literally cannot stop me bestie

Sapnap - he would beat me in a fair fight but if i took off my shirt and my bonkhonagahoogs were in full view i think i could win

Schlatt - this bitch schlatt walks everywhere and has heart problems because he downs so much protein powder, idc how swole he is his spine is mine

Skeppy - made of diamonds???? i would have to trick him into knocking himself out but then bad would come for me. depends on how funny it would be

Technoblade - i would much rather team up with him to beat up someone else. he would be amenable i think

Tommy - he's also a main character like ranboo but he's just so punchable. i have to

Tubbo - kids got fucking nukes man, i may love beating up children and especially teenagers but i also enjoy not fucking dying

Wilbur (L'Manberg) - goody two shoes hero lookin headass. punch him

Wilbur (Pogtopia) - JD kinnie theater kid lookin headass. punch him

Wilbur (revived) - oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my g (his ass is grass and im finna mow the lawn)

[hyunjinspark]

my warm happy butterfly feelings evaporated by the end of the 4th chapter 💀

hana 😭😭 why bestie 😭😭😭 i wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, i want her to be happy like y/n wants her to be but when she lied to hyunjin about watching his performance + stole y/n’s words/opinion of it, and didn’t seem to give a shit..... 🔪✊😐✊🔪

she clearly doesn’t have a genuine interest in hyunjin’s hobbies and passions, which are important to him and a vital piece of him, and i’m just over here wondering how she thinks that’s gonna work out for her in the long term.... you can’t fake a relationship, well i mean you can, but not if you want an authentic match made in heaven like she seems to desire. i hope someone comes to their senses and talks to her, preferably y/n bc she needs to look out for hana’s heart as her best friend, if not hyunjin’s too as he’s not just an acquaintance anymore, because neither of them deserve.... whatever is going on here. i mean, we don’t know yet what hyunjin’s intentions are for the relationship, if hes also looking for long term or just going with the flow, but either way, hana is not the one for him (obviously, because you didn’t write her to be). he said he wouldn’t hurt hana (at least i think that’s who he was talking about), so i’m curious as to how this is gonna play out.... i’m sure whatever happens, you’re gonna write it so beautifully😭

i think as well that hana’s used her energy focusing on her romantic relationships (past and present) rather than on being observant and a good friend to y/n, which makes me sad. i’m glad y/n has felix though, even if he’s being a jealous bean rn💛

um.... also we love minho the menace. i mean i had to stop and breathe deeply because i was as nervous and embarrassed for what he was gonna say as y/n, but..... dare i say..... he’s useful in progressing the plot✨ if only slightly✨ i could be wrong, bc you didn’t give a direct hint (that i know of), but i’m hoping hyunjin, as the smart, observant boy he is, caught on to what minho was saying. because i really think hyunjin remembers y/n too, whether he’s as sentimental about it as her or not.

..... just thought about the fact that if earlier at the chateau y/n had chosen to ask hyunjin if he remembered her, and he did catch on to what minho was saying at the diner..... boyohboyohboy🤪 the mortification–i can feel it. silly goose y/n hours, for sure. she’d be regretting every decision to open up to anyone she’s ever made.

lastly, i just wanted to point out that i noticed and appreciated the purple pin that was holding up that art piece💜👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 little foreshadowing there?? i hope🥺

as always love you and your writing. i want to live in the slwy universe so bad😩 the way you’ve described everything like settings and people is so !!!!!! ugh, i don’t have the words. it’s so easy to get immersed in the story each chapter. and i just see so much of myself in the way you’ve written y/n, but she’s living my dream😭 when is it my turn?🤨 but yeah. you’re just so talented jade, i don’t know how else to put it. i might’ve said something like this before but i feel like i need to tell you a hundred times because i don’t want you to ever doubt yourself. thank you for being so creative and sharing that with us. so cool of you lol 🤍

hi anon ! don’t worry your butterflies will come back in chapter 5 😘 im glad you want hana to be happy, but also dislike her 😭 understandable. she definitely does want a match made in heaven but also seems to believe that it means everything will fall into place with no real effort from her side. that’s probably why she isn’t too interested in knowing more about hyunjin as a person. yes! hyunjin’s intentions are unknown too at this point.

we will see if hyunjin caught onto minho’s conversation or remembers yn…👀 that would definitely have been so embarrassing for her if she asked hyun that and then the minho conversation happened ! its a good thing it didn’t right 🤪 so glad you noticed the purple pin 📍

thank you so much for your kind words. i want to live in this universe too so bad, its peaceful and romantic and dreamy and slow. your words went straight to my heart thank u so much! also did you forget your anon emoji or do you not have one ??🧐 i love you !

[pumpkinmich]

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THE WAY I AM ✨salivating✨ 🤤UGHHHH I WANNA KISS 💋SOMEONE SO BAD 😡ITS MAKING ME LOOK DUMB 😔 SKDNISJDJSNKSN WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME MISSIE??? 🤬😤🔪EVIL!👹 VERY EVIL 👹OF YOU (keep it up😌👍).

WAAAAAAAAAA HOW DARE YOU 😾 NONONONO ❌❌YOU MADE ME GO “Kou… 🥺🥺🥺” aND THATS SO UNFAIR😡☹️ REALLY LOW OF YOU TO DO SO 🤬🔫🪓 but i’d get so excited over him counting down and I imagined both of us looking at each others eyes and then lips and then uGHHHHH *trows myself in my bed and screams at my pillow aggressively* HOW DOES IT FEEL?? TO LIVE MY DREAM???? 😾🤬AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 😤 him barely able to wait and oh I’m barely able to wait and him ✨crashing✨ his lips into mine??? 😳😳Crashing?? You wrote the thing, yeah the thing, THE THING THAT WILL KEEP ME GIGGLING AND DAYDREAMING FOR 2022 WHOLE!!! You did it, congrats🎉🍾😾. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA KUROOOOOOOOOOOOOO OH NO MY ONLY WEAKNESS THIS WAS SO TINY BUT SO WELL WRITTEN HOW TF DID YOU DO THAT YOU F WIZARD B? 😡🔪😾🤬 like everything around just chaos and then 💥BAM💥 you kiss at midnight and people are screaming and popping champagnes 🍾and there are fireworks 🎆but the world is melting right into the moment because he’s holding you, and there with you, an oasis mid war IM HURTING MY OWN FEELINGS ILL STOP NOW AND HE’S SO SMOOTH ABOUT ALL OF IT OMG MISSIE I DONT THINK I CAN TAKE IT THIS IS SO GOOD AND IM SO WEAK AND UGHHHHHHH JSNDJSNDKSNKD my toxic trait is that I don’t get impressed with boys here doing the bare minimum because I already imagined my favs doing way more in my head. ISTG MISSIE AND THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING 🤬😾 I DO NOT LIKE OIKAWA TOORU ❌❌❌❌❌❌❌ AND IF YOU KEEP ON WRITING HIM LIKE THAT I WILL FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM 🥰😾😳💋🤬AND THE RESPONSIBILITY WILL FALL ALL OVER YOU☺️🧍🏻‍♀️AND YOU KNOW I AM EASY TO OBCESS SO ILL BE ALL OVER YOUR ASKS 🤬🥰BOTHERING 😌👹🤬💋YOU WITH MY DUMB DUMB 😵‍💫🤡🤪 THOUGHTS AND YOU WILL HAVE TO BLOCK ME 🤬😤😾❌🔪 is Missie really gonna write about how he’ll kiss you before it strikes midnight and say he couldn’t wait any longer, erasing your doubts and worries giving all his love to you and cherishing you like you’re the most precious thing in his life aND WE’LL JUST LET HER???????????????????????????

as your new year’s kiss

bokuto

makes sure everything is perfect for your perfect moment.

you leaned in unable to resist your boyfriend, but a quick glance at the countdown prompted bokuto to bring you to a halt.

“stop! it’s not midnight yet!” he put a finger to your lips to stop you from getting any closer. you giggled against his touch, choosing to kiss his finger instead.

“please?” you put on a fake pout as he shook his head firmly, his eyes only on the countdown on the screen to his right. 

5…

4…

3…

2…

right when the timer hit one, you bet his lips were crashing right into yours.

kuroo

makes you feel like there’s nothing else going around.

as cheesy as it was, the fireworks were nothing compared to the sparks in his eyes. the excited shouting from your friends, the news reporter yelling how many minutes were remaining until the year was over, and the music blasting through the mini bluetooth speakers- all background noise as you leaned in closer.

“are we really doing this?” you whispered, only loud enough for him and just him to hear. 

“it’s just me and you right now,” he smiled at you, before closing the distance as soon as the countdown went down to 1.

oikawa

suddenly erases all your worries, even your self conscious ones

you only noticed how chapped your lips were as you licked them, anticipating what was about to come. maybe they would taste like the punch you drank earlier. or even better, maybe his lips would taste like fruit punch. or maybe it would be the opposite. maybe he wouldn’t even like the taste of your lips at all. maybe- 

suddenly his lips met yours without warning, and you mumbled your confusion against his lips.

“mmph?” you pulled away from him. “it isn’t even new year’s yet?” the minutes left on the countdown timer confirmed your claim.

“i just couldn’t wait any longer,” he said, pulling you back in. 

he made sure you had been worrying for nothing.

a/n: HAPPY FREAKING NEW YEARRR!! this isn���t much but i wanted to start off the new year with our favorite boys <333 LOVE YOU GUYS ALWAYS

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Lost (Ben Solo X Reader) - Chapter 40

A/N: Warning: Mature Content included. Does get quite smutty in some ways... ...and this is no dream in the story, whatsoever... 😛🤪😘🤫😂😀

Under 13s, please keep off this unless you feel absolutely ready to read something like dis... besides, this is ideally a 15+ story after all...

Alex, Ben & Y/N's Pov

After Alex had turned on his beautiful yellow lightsaber along with Ben's blue lightsaber and his envious, malicious face like a volcano ready to erupt.

Suddenly, both bursted out clashing each other's lightsabers against one another's. You just watched, not able to say a word. Why was Ben so mad even though you two had broken up over a year ago?

"It's too late for you Ben, she's all mine now. I can sense it through the Force, and that's only the truth" Alex began.

"BIG LIAR!" Ben screeched like Lara, "HOW DARE YOU TOUCH SOMETHING THAT'S MINE! YOU'VE JUST COMMITTED TOXIC THIEVERY!"

"Welp, I'm not afraid of you Ben. And I personally feel as though you want to turn to Lara's side even though she's dead."

"SHUT UP! I HATE THAT BITCH OF ALL BITCHES GIRL! I'VE ALWAYS HATED SUCH A BULLY, LIAR AND UGLY, UNWORTHY PIECE OF F***ING TRASH! GIVE ME BACK WHAT I OWE RIGHT NOW OR I'LL KILL YOU!"

Out of pure anger of hearing Ben's words, you turned on your green lightsaber you had in your pocket and felt ready to fight. And you knew exactly who you wanted to fight against...

"Welp, she's all mine. And you'll never get her back cus all you did was abandon her and you literally stole her from me in the first place, Ben Solo-Wolo!"

"HOW DARE YOU CALL ME THAT!" Ben screamed while attacking Alex and almost zapping him through his neck, "YOU'RE BECOMING LIKE THAT STUPID BRATTY FATTY BITCHY LARA GIRL AND YOU'VE TURNED Y/N INTO ONE TOO ALONG WITH QUEENIE AND EVERYONE ELSE! YOU STOLE HER!"

Your lightsaber crashed onto Ben's in such raging, powerful infuriation.

"Leave us alone, Ben. Now!" You snapped angrily at him loudly, "we don't want you here so just leave us both alone, you fricking idiot!"

In atrocious shock, Ben couldn't believe what he'd just heard from that once, quiet, sweet, naive, unique, unbitchy, empathetic, understanding, supportive, shy, beautiful girl he had over a year ago. Yes, it was his fault to why they split up, but his overpossissiveness was making him want to force her to come back to him. His dark side had taken over him and he felt as though he wanted to unfairly punish her and make up with her. And the way he would do that is by clinging her to the walls in such a threatening way, ripping all her clothes off, biting her neck, then thrusting himself inside of her. And he so badly wanted to do that now that he was fifteen years old. He was to turn sixteen in a few more months anyway so yeah, he was a good enough age.

"THAT'S THAT!" Ben yelled at Alex after attacking him and nearly beheading him. He wanted to kill him so badly. Oh yes, he did! He wanted to give him a very very very violent death just like Macbeth gave to MacDonwald... !

You faught Ben back but then he pushed you away through the Force, making sure you couldn't move...

Your lightsaber went off too and you were suffering...

But then, Alex's amazing talent pushed Ben out the open window and then he dropped and fell to the ground. You were thankfully alright after all that pain you felt. Alex also had Ben's lightsaber too after making his hand let go of it too!

Alex closed and locked both the door and all windows, then he started snogging you again. Really hardly and passionately. Which unfortunately eventually lead to something during that entire night...

No, it wasn't smut, definitely not, but you and Alex were sure the hell thinking about it. But what really happened was that after a lot of rolls and snogging along with a lot of neck and forehead kiss, hair and back massages and even Alex sucking your nipples a little (A/N: I am desperately sorry if this makes you cringe... it's my first time ever writing stuff like this online so please don't judge me for it), you slept together while cuddling. Dreaming of you both making out, feeling the best sensual and sexual feelings you two have ever felt in your entire lives. Ben never found out thankfully in those dreams you two shared. 

Like ever since you got to know each other better over a year ago, he began to help you become a lot more self-confident and energetic. You both shared a lot in common through your smart Jedi skills and your love for learning as well as being a brave, supportive friend. You also had family members who were once among the Dark Side too...

So both of you secretly, although it was obvious too, began to fall deeply but slowly in love with each other. And now the time eventually arrived for them both. Could they make out the next day?

Alex definitely hoped it would happen soon as long as Y/N's period didn't come along soon. Thankfully, it had ended a couple of days ago so hopefully she'd be alright. Ben would certainly have a huge temper tantrum though that he may destroy the entire place...

When you two women up, you two both kissed passionately good morning then felt highly tempted to do more...

However, after being thrown out the window, you two had no idea that Ben managed to save himself so he could sense everything that would happen through his smart Jedi skills of the Force. He was very Force-Sensitive after all and had just recently found out that his ancestor was this horrible Darth Vader...

"Alex," you moaned while the handsome blonde kissed and licked your neck, "may we, erm..."

Ben began to rush up the stairs to lightsaber the door off. Yes, he had stolen his uncle's lightsaber.

Fortunately for you but unknown to Ben, Alex agreed to what you so badly wanted to do. And that's what happened. (A/N: I won't go into a lot of detail on this as I cannot write stuff like that in such a mature contented way. I'm under 20 years of age anyway. I'm also sooo sorry if this upsets you... under 15s in particular, please keep away from this if you really seriously cannot put up with it...)

You just lost your virginity with Alex while making out for a short time. It was the best feeling you two had both ever had. Hopefully, it was highly unlikely that you'd get pregnant but all you did while smutting was kissing, rocking and thrusting.

However, you never knew about him smutting with Lara while pretending to be her fake boyfriend, Tom Riddle!

After it had finished, you both got dressed then down to breakfast to meet Queenie and Clara. You  spoke while walking and holding hands.

"Alex," you began to ask him, "if you don't mind me asking, but what exactly did your mother do after her parents split up?"

"Well, she was seventeen back then and carried on with her Jedi Training. Yes, of course she was heartbroken but she carried on. When they were just friends, my father cheered her up then when they were both twenty-three, they ended up getting married. Then at aged twenty-six, they had me and three years later, my brother."

It was quick for Alex to sob at the mention of his brother as he was now dead. All cus of that sh***y girl Lara and her big ass gang of dark people! You patted his back then gave his cheek a kiss and reminded him of the morning while whispering it in his ear.

"Ben shouldn't know if he just so happens to still be alive, besides, I really don't like him anymore and I've changed dramatically since we split up anyway. Probably just as well we did then."

"You're absolutely... stunning, Y/N. Beautiful. Attractive. You finally look like a woman now. You're body is just... fab. Delicious," he whispered to you.

"I'd say the same about yours too," you whispered back to him while he suddenly grabbed himself around you and kissed you hardly on the lips. He then pinned you to the wall nearby and you both enjoyed a passionate snog until Queenie squealed and screamed with delight tha you two were know together. Hugging you both immediately after you both finished kissing.

"Congratulations you two! Just what I dreamed of! Clara is here too. Hey, guess what Clara? Alex and Y/N are together now! Finally! After all this time!" Queenie squealed excitedly and joyfully. She had never felt this happy in her whole life due to her history.

"Oh! Well done you two! Horray! Let's celebrate and set up a perfect date for you two!" Clara squealed with the same tone and expression as Queenie.

Unfortunately, while all of you were celebrating and Alex lifted you up in his arms, someone came over unexpectedly and looked so ready to destroy the Jedi Temple with a double, evil, malevolent look. As a highly Force-Sensitive boy, he knew immediately that Alex and Y/N had lost each others' virginity with one another. This was the worst of what he expected.

Now his love for Y/N really was non-existent that he wanted to rape her then maybe even kill her... sooooo badly...

His lightsaber went on and he ran super fast to the group while screaming until you pushed him away with the Force and laughed with Alex at that. The Force had told you that he survived as he fell in a lake, coincidentally! Uh oh... he had never ever been this unhappy before despite everything he had been through...

The Force he felt himself allowed him to stop you from controlling him through it. He was very successful over everyone else, including the new version of yourself, bold and bright Alex as well as smart and sneaky Queenie. So what would it be? A fight between new you, brave Alex, clever Queenie, caring Clara versus miserable Ben Solo who was actually the smartest and most skilled person put of all of you. He was also terrific at sports too.

So what was it to be? Another fight? Or what else? Could it be something far worse than this? Ben's emotions were undescribable even for the author of 'Lost' to talk about. That was that. It was time for Ben to punish Y/N and rape her then maybe kill her in the end... time for Ben to turn to the Dark Side... time for him to destroy the Jedi Temple and everyone there... and no one could even sense through the Force his dark and deepest plans due to his pure, raging, petrifying anger......

You and all your friends turned on your lightsabers too and Alex kissed you hardly in front of Ben... and that was that.

"That's that Ben. She's mine." Alex calmly stated, but that just pushed the salt into the wound...

A/N: Arghhhhh, idk whether to regret writing all dis mature content and it's my first time too. But just to warn you that the next chapter will be a long detailed fight scene along with a bit of mature content too. So be prepared for a surprise but btw, I only wrote a smut between Y/N and Alex as it creates plot in the story to make Ben angry. I'm deeply sorry if I've upset you in any way. But thanks for reading dis though.

P.S. Yayyyy! Role 4 is now completed!