#dicided

[humanname2]

You cannot tell me this woman isn't an Ymbryne.

[persy-r-bozo]

Yearly or semi yearly or somewhat yearly redraw.

2022 and 2023 down below here.

[sillygirlb]

Draw of Zelda bc yes>:3

[laffichk]

I'll definitely die this week.

[nekomamiiz]

𝐥'𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐝'𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞

[13o7billionyearsinthemaking]

Don't judge I just barely got the opportunity

[louissatturi]

I love that with the qsmp, people from outside brazil got to know ordem paranormal

And now the hispanics are also divided in witch element from ordem roier is conected to blood or energy

I love this ❤️

[what-does-the-moose-say]

I am trying to find a movie to watch and i guess i should be expected to be using 30-60 minutes to figure it out.

[iamagod111]

"HOW I TAP INTO THE VOID"

Before any attempts realise what is your intention. What is it that you what to achieve. Consider memorising that.

Also dicide how you want to picture your void. It does not have to be all black, or scary in any way. If you want a flower garden, it will be a flower garden. It can be all light like the sun is shining right at you. Decide.

You do not need a technique. This is just what I do when I schedule being in the void. I have ended up in the void accidentally a couple of times, meaning you quite literaly do not need a technique.

1. Make sure nothing is distracting you- If you are hungry- eat, if you are thirsty-drink, if your are cold-get a banket.

2. Get comfortable- Ley in your bed/ sit on your sofa. Make sure your head and legs are supported.

3. It is time to start relaxing. Notice your breathing. Breathe in for 3, hold, breathe out for 3.

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Keep breathing like that. Now imagine that your are feeling really cozy and you have this nice, worm feeling all over you.

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Feel it from your toes.

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Focus on your feet

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Then your shins

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Then your thighs

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Then your core

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To your chest

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Lastly your face. Notice your face muscles relaxing.

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Then really feel your inside. Your head, your heart. Just feel behind your eyes. (I do not know how else to explain this).

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Now you are in the void.

It's up to you what happens next.

When you want to return to the 3d. Pull your self.

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Do not rush the process.

This post might go through some serious editing.

[persy-r-bozo]

"Well. It's Suprizing." -Dean.

[ihadtohaveone-blog]

The knight stood at the gate. He had been standing there for hours. The gaurds couldn't shew him away without force and given his training they'd surely fail.

The knight wasn't written to be that... Out worldly passionate. He was supposed to be what your understanding Cervan to be. Calm. Collected. an inspiration to the other characters. Easiest of the male lead.

But now he was short tempered to anyone other then her. Always striking first on the slightest hint of tears.

So why was he here?

"I can't go back. Not yet. I can't face her yet." You voice was small. You hated them. You hated the headaches. You hated the dresses. You hated the being pulled to one end of the city to the next without a chance for breath. You hated what they'd turned into.

Someone laid a hand on you shoulder as you gazed out the window. You looked back. It was Cervan. Looking at you with worry but determination.

"I'll dear with him, my swan." Swan? That was new. You looked at him puzzled. He looked... shy? "I've been thinking of new nicknames for you, my dove."

You snorted. "I'll take that as a no?" You shook you head. I like it. My... Kestrel?" Now it was Cervans turn to look confused. "Kestrel?" "Well, kestrel have silver head crests, and you tend to wear gold colored fabrics more often the not. Given the right light kestrel can look gold depending on the feathers. So i-" he kissed your forehead. "I love it."

Shouting from the guards ruined this moment. "I'll deal with it, my dear." He waited a bit. To soak in one last bit of this peace before departing.

Bad End: Kept Safe (1)

[Art by Miu_A]

You ever give someone advice, knowing full well they aren't going to take it? Even AFTER they have begged and pleaded and WHINED at you, for hours, for it? Even after they poured their heart and soul out to you? And you, a good friend, carefully and tactfully, tried your best to help? LIKE THEY ASKED?

Ever find yourself the designated "run too dramatically weep in the arms off" friend?

I have.

It is hell. I am in hell.

This is my punishment for all those hours I spent reading and playing Otome Isekai junk instead of, I don't know, solving world hunger or something. Because it HAS to be. I am clearly being punished. Repeatedly. By some sort of petty, petty, anime God.

Fuck you too, buddy.

A fresh round of highly dramatic Protagonist sobbing peirces the air. Dear lord, she has a set of lungs on her, does she? It's like an air siren. But more... upset toddler. It was bizarre. I'd LIKED her as a character. I HAD. Bright and cheerful, determined with a good heart. She'd been a bit naive, yes, but she'd grown. Love had changed her for the better.

But THIS?

This was some middle school "he threw away my secret note, that I didn't sign, so that means he HATES MEEEEE~" bullshit. It went on and on and ON! God, it'd been MONTHS! Years!

I made friends with the Protagonist when we were in The Royal Academy. The story's setting. It SHOULD have finished by graduation. SHOULD. HAVE. But DID it? No! This nonsense had spilled into the COURT! The general population! Actual political factions were starting to get involved!

All because my "friend" COULDN'T PICK A MAN.

And she didn't listen. I tried. God, how I TRIED! No matter HOW I phrased "just fucking TALK to them" it didn't get through her dense fucking skull. I tried taking a break. To calm down. She HUNTED ME DOWN with her little Harem of political trainwrecks!

That poor port city STILL has yet to recover from the chaos they unleashed.

I don't... God, I don't even LIKE her anymore. I've just been reduced to her HANDLER. Forced into girlish tea parties devoid of any taste, because no one ELSE will come. Followed by winces and pitying looks by every lady in all of polite society. The sacrifice to keep HER distracted, lest her gaurd dogs decide its a good idea to do something unhinged again.

It's exhausting.

I'm not even listening.

She seems to have worked through her usual cycle of "cry, mope, what about meeeee~, then I going to go be Plucky at them! Tee Hee~♡!". Good, good. You go have fun, you little train wreck. I'm going to go find an actual ADULT to hide behind.

I have my maids change me out of an outfit that, frankly? I am too old for. I am not sixteen. We are not GIRLS, for the heaven's sake. We are WOMEN. It was a cute outfit. I enjoyed wearing it, back when I was physically young enough that it was appropriate. But even THEN... that's the down side of the whole "isekai" thing.

You keep your mental age.

Everyone around you? INFANTS. Fresh faced babies. You are being flirted with by fourteen year olds and? It is DISGUSTING. They can never be anything more then "cute kids" to you. The characters you once thirsted over? Reduced to actual, living, breathing, pre-schoolers.

There's no going back after that. I'll NEVER unsee it. Can only continue to age, even as they simply... grow up. And then? When they started behaving like FOUR YEAR OLDS? Forget it! I'm beginning to share my parents fears I may die single.

At least I have a refuge. A place of SANITY and SENSE.

I grab the imported wine I had purchased. I'd noticed him drink it before on special occasions. Found a tea seller that was willing to also bring some back. Mother LOVED the tea and my friend was going to love the wine, I could just tell.

Cautiously poking my head out of the guest apartments i was staying in, I checked the hall. Left. Right. Left. Thank god. No Protagonist in sight, she hasn't come back yet. Better hurry though.

I walk fast and keep close to the wall. Ducking into alcoves at every new female voice. Passing servants, Nobles, and the occasional Knight either murmur what they know of Protagonist's last known location or politely pretend not to see me. For anyone else, this would be scandalous behavior. For ME? Well... everyone knew EXACTLY why I was being driven to such extremes.

I thankfully reached the governance wing unmolested. It was far quite and none of the pack of fools ever really set foot here. Not ever the ones who were SUPPOSED to be busy learning their future roles as leaders of this country. God, I could only hope the third prince somehow quietly pulls a coup.

Not that I'd SAY that.

The gaurds don't even bother to announce me, I'm here so often. Merely opening the door. I maintain my decorum none the less. JUST long enough for the doors to finally close and I am able to drop my social mask like whipping of my bra after a long day. Oh thank fuuuuuuck. FREEDOM!

A familiar chuckle, like incense smoke, wafts from the second floor of the office.

"Oh my~, so tired?" My friend muses, his voice that ever lilting purr. I hear him closing whatever heavy tome he's currently studying. "And so early in the DAY! Was it the little nuisance again? Surely she must have SOMETHING better to do?"

Gently putting the wine I'm gifting him on his desk, I then throw up my arms. You would THINK! Wouldn't you?! It's an old complaint. And frankly? I'm glad he still let's me vent about it. It HAS to get old. Yet? He let's me complain anyway.

I met the, roughly translated, "Keeper Of The Shield" at one of the Crown Prince's many ridiculous parties. I was dragged along as Protagonist's plus one. Because GOD FORBID she bring one of her suitors! That might lean towards CHOICE! Can't have THAT!

It was an overly dramatic, gaudy, slow motion trainwreck from beginning to end. I? Got very, VERY drunk. I knew I shouldn't. It was wildly inappropriate. But I was HORRIFIED. Hid near the balconies and drank to forget. Contemplating jumping.

Was likely the only one there my age NOT in ten layers of bows and fabric flowers. It was probably why Crevan decide to talk to me. That and the look of abject suffering. He informed that, sadly, the balconies were locked. But if I planned to maim my self to escape, he could probably boost me up enough to reach the upper windows.

I choked on my drink and guffawd like an idiot. It was SUPER flattering. Very pretty. And honestly? The best conversation I'd had in YEARS. He was droll. Witty. Snarky. In just as much hell as I was. We gleefully narrated the drama playing out before us in as cutting a manner as possible. Grown adults, government officals! Behaving like fucking CHILDREN.

Only after, did I learn I had been chatting with the equivalent of the minister of the Defense. THE commander of our nation's defensive forces. All of them. Knights, army, spies. All of it. And the poor man had been dragged from his desk to play party prop by a glorified teenager. I was horrified. Appalled. Fucking OUTRAGED to learn that it was just... normal!

This country was a nightmare! Otome games are HELL. Lacey, sparkly HELL!!!

But at least I had Crevan to keep me sane. He was always willing to listen. Advise when he could. We had HOPED that Protagonist would start maturing... I'd even mentioned it, but it just seemed like she back slid again and again! Trapping me. Isolating me! Ruining my chances to move ON and have a LIFE!

I don't know what went wrong! Is it me? Am I too hand holdy? It's starting to destabilize the country! Not that the royal family even seems to notice! God no, if it weren't for Crevan, the whole PLACE would have collapsed!

I flop down on my couch. Technically it's not "mine", but honestly? He's fooling no one. The man barely had ANY guest furniture before we became friends. It's totally my couch. (He even got a tea table for us, the softy.)

"Oh? A gift? How thoughtful, dear~" It's only months of friendship that keep from jumping these days. I should get that man a BELL. "Would you like some?"

I can't help but huff a laugh. He always looks to PLEASED when he gets the jump on someone. Startles them. A mischievous asshole, that one. Touchy, too. Forever cupping my cheek or earnestly taking my hand. Patting my head. Guiding me by the elbow or shoulder. He has so few friends... I am certain he is touch starved.

A thought occurs to him, as he pours two cups. A sly grin stretching across his face as he turns to offer me a cup. The wine's scent mixes, burning and delicate, with the ever present smells of incense and his favorite herbal cigarettes. Blurring the senses and relaxing. It's a pretty strong drink.

"You KNOW... it just occurs to me! Darling, if you want to avoid that pest? Why not spend the day HERE? I'd love to have you. " his voice becomes low and serious for a moment, almost catching me off gaurd, bouncing back before I can really think about it. "You could trash my shelves again! Camp out on my couches! It'll be like a little party~ Just you and me! Not a care in the world. You won't have to worry a single thing~"

He grins, glasses catching the light, toothy like the old scheming fox he is.

"I'll keep you nice and safe~"

[enwoso]

Hellooo could you maybe write Alessia Russo x Reader

Where r is the new signing and Alessia simps for r and then Alessia finds out that they have to share a room for the pre season in the US

And there is just like this weird and sexual tension for the whole stay (you can make it smut if you want to but you can dicide and if your comfortable but if you do so could you please make Alessia dom)

SHARED SPACES | alessia russo

i uh may have got a little too carried away with this one, hence it being 5.1k words… but enjoy the slow burn😉

masterlist | contains slightly suggestive content!

you’d been at arsenal less than a month and were already the talk of the team. you were a shock move in the summer months of the transfer window — a one the media nor your teammates had expected.

you'd been happy at your former club of manchester city but you wanted a change, a challenge, a new environment.

you carried yourself with confidence and ease which is what set you apart from other players. you didn't like the attention all you wanted to was just play football.

alessia however couldn't seem to carry herself at all whenever you were around. from the first team meeting, your presence had thrown alessia askew.

your bright smile and effortless charm lit up the room, your laugh lingering in alessia's ears long after you'd left the room.

but it was more than that. you exuded an energy that alessia couldn't explain — a magnetic, undeniable and slightly maddening type of energy.

alessia had spent the better part of the last few weeks since your arrival fumbling through conversations, blushing at your casual compliment as she mentally berated herself for acting like a lovestruck teenager.

but now as the team had landed for their pre-season tour in the united states, alessia had one thing in her mind and that was to keep her cool.

two weeks in close quarters, across one city, with you? she'd manage.

or so she thought she would..

-

the team was sorting rooms for the next two week while on the coach to the hotel, alessia being handed the sheet which had everyone's name on and there roommate. the blonde expecting, kyra or lotte to be side by side her name.

so when she saw the sheet of paper, her heart sank, and leapt, at the same time when she saw whose name was next to hers.

your name written next to hers in bold black letters, taunting her. you were her roommate. for two whole weeks..

alessia caught herself staring at the paper for a beat too long, her brain trying to process what it actually meant.

you, the new summer star signing. you, who had walked into the first team with such quiet confidence, wearing it like it was a second skin. you, who was now alessia's roommate.

the blondes mind was racing, sharing a room with you meant sharing everything — space, conversations, moments of vulnerability, early mornings, late nights.

it meant seeing you at your most casual, relaxed and probably in tiny shorts or oversized shirts. you long legs stretched out on your bed. alessia's chest tightening just at the mere thought.

"less? you okay?" leah's voice jolted the blonde from her thoughts. turning slightly to face leah as she was watching with a smirk that suggested she knew what was going on, and had definitely played a part in it.

"i- yeah" alessia said quickly, folding the paper and tucking it into her pocket, "all good!" she smiled grabbing her water bottle to have a sip from.

"sure you are," leah said as her smirk widened, "don't worry i'm sure y/n doesn't bite- well not unless you ask her to"

"leah!" alessia hissed, her cheeks flaming as she grumbled words of complaint that were completely coherent to leah.

"relax" leah laughed as she assured the younger blonde girl she was just joking as she raised her hands in mock surrender, "just saying maybe it's fate"

"fate." alessia repeated flatly, knowing leah had something to do with the room arrangements but still her pulse was racing.

leah winked, "two weeks in close comfort, anything can happen!"

the nervous energy lingered for the rest of the day, by the time the team arrived at the hotel, alessia's stomach was a knot of anticipation and dread.

she waited by the door of the room, clutching the key card like it was a lifeline. you appearing a moment later, rolling a black suitcase behind you.

your hair tied up in a messy ponytail as you wore a loose tank top that clung to you in all the right places.

"looks like it's you and me" you said with a small smile, you voice tinged with amusement. you weren't stupid, you'd heard the teasing comments slung to the blonde who was now your roommate over the past weeks since you’d arrived. so part of you was excited for what the next two weeks had in store.

alessia managed a weak laugh as she waited for the key card to scan and the light turn green, "yeah, should be.. fun"

you pushed the door open and stepped inside, alessia now the one trailing behind. the room was modest, two twin beds pushed to opposite walls and a window that overlooked the city skyline. it was nothing special, but to alessia, it suddenly felt rather small.

you tossed your bag onto the bed closest to the window, stretching out as your arms reached over your head.

alessia tried her best not to stare, but her eyes betrayed her. her eyes tracing the lines of your arms, the subtle curve of your waist where your tank top rode up.

"clean space," you said casually, your eyes looking around the room until your were facing alessia, "you okay with this bed?"

"huh?" alessia blinked now realising she hadn't moved from the doorway, "oh- uh yeah, totally" she stuttered out as she hurried over to the other bed, tripping over her suitcase slightly in the process.

you chuckled softly, "you sure you're good?"

"i'm fine!" alessia squeaked, her voice going higher than she intended.

you didn't press, but alessia could tell you were watching her every move as she unpacked her beg with unnecessary precision, carefully fold and refolding her clothes just to give herself something to do.

while you lay in your bed, on your phone. glancing over ever so often as a silence filled the room. but not an awkward one, exactly but it was heavy and charged with an undercurrent which you couldn't quite name yourself.

every small sound - the zip of alessia's suitcase, the rustle of the sheets as you moved into a move comfy position, the faint tap of your fingers against your phone they all felt amplified.

alessia's pulse was a constant drumbeat in your ears, her mind was racing with thoughts as she desperately tried to suppress them. trying to not let herself get distracted. you were a teammate, nothing more.

a teammate who happened to be gorgeous, charming and as you currently lounged on your bed like a goddess who had descended from mount olympus.

"less," you said suddenly, your soft voice cutting through the thick silence. alessia turning, the sound of your sudden voice startling her, "yeah?"

you tilting your head slightly as your lips curved into a faint smile, "your actin' strange"

"i'm not acting strange" alessia echoed, but even she could hear the lie in her own voice.

your face changed as your brow raised, you weren't fully convinced. you'd seen the blonde around her friends and she didn't act in the way she was with you right now. "if you say so"

you lay back against the pillows, one leg bent, the other stretched out as you held your phone loosely in one hand. the glow from the bedside lamp casting soft shadows across your face, it highlighting your sharp jawline and curve of your cheek.

alessia forcing herself to look away as she pretending to fiddle with her suitcase again, finding herself wanting to say something but no words would leave her mouth.

"relax, less" you said after a moment, your voice calm and soft "i don't bite"

alessia's breath hitched, her stomach flipping at the words. which also happen to be the exact words leah had said to her just a few hours ago.

risking a glance at you as you watched her with an expression that was equal parts teasing and curiosity.

the air was thick and even heavier than before and alessia couldn't tell if she was imagining it or if it was real but your gaze lingered and your eyes had turned, dark and suddenly unreadable.

"right." alessia said finally, the words stumbling from her lips bearly above a whisper, "good to know."

your lips twitched as you were going to say something else but you let the moment pass as you settled back into your pillows with a sigh.

alessia finally climbed into her own bed, pulling the covers up to her chin and even though the room was warm. as she squeezed her eyes shut willing herself to fall asleep.

but her mind wouldn't stop racing, you voice, your smile and the way you looked at her — it was all too much, too close, too everything.

alessia had no idea how she was going to survive the two weeks..

-

after the first night of sharing room which to alessia had felt suffocating. but she could pin point if it was because of the summer heat, the jet lag or your very presence that had her heart racing and skin flushed.

probably definitely the last one..

the morning had started off slow, the team had been given the chance to adjust to the time zone so had the day off but with most of the girls not wanting to go out till later on in the day you found yourself lounging on your bed.

wearing nothing but an oversized arsenal training shirt and shorts which left far too much of your legs on show. your hair was still messy from your nights sleep as loose strands framed your face.

you phone in your hand, lazily scrolling as the faint glow illuminated your features and every once in a while your hum quietly to yourself, the sound low and soft enough to send shivers down alessia's spine.

alessia, in contrast was a wreck. she'd spent the morning unpacking, repacking and then unpacking — purely just to keep herself busy and anything to avoid looking at you for too long.

"less" you said suddenly, "will you sit down"

alessia didn't say anything just nodded but you weren't making it easy.

anytime alessia let herself glance over you were doing something harmless that somehow felt charged, whether that was stretching out on the bed, your shirt riding up just enough to reveal a strip of skin; biting you bottom lip as you focused on your screen or running a hand through your hair — a motion somehow effortlessly seductive.

"no less, seriously sit down. your makin' me dizzy" your tone changed as your phone flopped down on your chest as you looked over at the blonde who couldn't of gotten further from you if she tried.

alessia froze, "how?"

you sat up, your legs swinging over the side of the bed, "your pacing back and forth and your actin' as if you don't want to get within five feet of me, what's that about?"

"i'm- i'm not" alessia's mouth went dry as she stood up slowly.

"less have you seen where you've been sat-" you leaned forward as you pointed to the further corner in the room from where you were sat. resting your elbows on your knees as alessia looked down at her feet. "if i didn't know better, id say you were nervous"

"i'm not nervous-" alessia said quickly, too quickly as her tone of voice betrayed her.

your lips curved into a slow but teasing smile, "really.. then why are you blushing.” a loud groan left alessia's lips as she dragged her hands over her face, "i'm not-"

"you totally are" you voice was now soft, almost a purr, "its cute"

alessia stomach flipped, as she turned to face you fully trying to summon some resemblance of composure, "you're enjoying this aren't you?"

your smile widened as you grabbed your sliders, "maybe a little" you shrugged standing up from the bed.

alessia rolled her eyes, but the heat in her cheeks gave her away. she crossed the room to her bed picking up her phone.

"come on beth says everyone's waiting"

-

since you had arrived the teasing had began subtly but the past few days since landing in the in the us, it's had been relentless.

during training, the girls had seemed to have made it their collective mission to put both you and alessia on the spot. their remarks growing bolder with each passing day.

it wasn't exactly helping that you seemed completely unfazed by it all, brushing off the comments with a quick shake of the head with a smile which only made alessia's reactions stand out even more.

the team was running passing drills under the blazing american sun, alessia's focus was already fraying. you as usual was calm and composed as you slotted passes effortlessly as you laughed with beth and steph.

alessia on the other hand couldn't get through a single play without glancing in your direction which obviously didn't go unnoticed.

"less, your looking distracted" leah called out from the opposite side of the pitch, her voice dripping with mischief.

"i'm not!" alessia yelled back but her flushed cheeks betrayed her once again.

"oh leave her alone, leah!" katie chimed in smirking, "she's just tryin' to impress y/n!"

the ball was rolled to alessia and in her flustered state, she misjudged the pass as she sent it careening towards lia instead of kim. a chorus of laughter erupting around her.

"nice one less!" lia teased, passing the ball on, "maybe if y/n compliments you, you'll focus better"

alessia groaned, running a hand through her hair. "can we not?”

but the girls and their teasing were far from done. the group regrouped for the next set of drills, beth took her chance to join in.

"you know, y/n," beth said loudly enough for everyone to hear, "you might be arsenal's best signing in years. i mean, alessia's practically speechless around you."

you stood a few feet away, taking a big drink of your water as a chuckle came from you but you didn't even look up from where alessia was adjusting her shin pads. "speechless ay?" you said lightly, your tone as casual as ever.

"exactly that!" beth continued, the grin not leaving her lips. "you've got her all shy and blushing. poor less hasn't been the same since you arrived"

alessia was frozen in place, the heat rising from her chest to her face within seconds. feeling the weight of everyone's eyes on her and it only made it more flustered.

"i'm not- she's not-" alessia stuttered, her voice cracking slightly as she struggled to from a coherent sentence. "can we just focus on training.."

beth cackled and leah stepped in, her smirk was just as big as the grin on beth's face. "oh c'mon less. just admit it"

by now the coaches were looking over with mild curiosity but wisely stayed out of the conversation but still urging the players to get back in with the drills after an extra long water break.

you however remained completely composed. finally standing and stretching leisurely as you tossed a casual glance in alessia's direction.

"you lot love to wind her up?" you said, your tone light but your lips curved into a faint smirk, "poor lessi is just tryin' to focus"

"that's what makes it so fun!" leah replied, earning more laughter from the group.

alessia utterly mortified turned away and pretended to go and tie her laces hoping the ground would swallow her whole. but she could feel your gaze on her, warm and teasing but not unkind.

as they resumed the drill, you jogged over to alessia's side close enough that your shoulders almost brushed. "you okay?" you asked softly, you voice filled with care as you spoke loud enough only for alessia to hear.

"i'm fine." alessia muttered, though her cheeks were still red and flushed. you smiled, tilting your head slightly, "you know, you're cute when you're flustered"

alessia felt her breath get caught in throat and for a moment all she could do was stare at you as her heart hammered into her chest.

you winked at the blonde before jogging off to join the next group as you left alessia standing there, a stuttering, blushing mess as the teams laughter echoed across the training fields.

-

the team had just finished dinner and the players had been told to have some off-feet time ensuring they were fully rested before the game later tomorrow afternoon. the dinner of course had been filled with teasing comments but you had managed to escape the worst of it.

now you both were alone, back in the hotel room that had become a pressure cooker of unresolved tension over the past two weeks.

alessia was laid on her side, facing the opposite direction to you as she pretended to scroll through her phone, but her mind was elsewhere.

you were in front of the mirror, re-tying your hair into a loose bun. your reflection catching alessia's attention more than it should.

the room felt heavier than usual, the air thick with everything you both hadn't said, everything alessia had been too scared to admit to herself.

"your doin' that thing again" you said suddenly, breaking the silence as alessia looked up, startled.

"what thing?"

you turned to face her, leaning against the dresser with your arms crossed, you were still in your dinner clothes — a black fitted shirt which hugged you in all the right places and jeans that alessia definitely hadn't started at for too long earlier.

"where you don't speak, granted your a little shy," you teased, your lip curving into a small smile, "but tonight, you're on a whole new level"

alessia's face burned as she forced herself to look back at her phone, trying to ignore the way your gaze seemed to strip every ounce of composure she had.

"i'm just.. tired"

you hummed, "right" your tone was light and alessia could hear the hint of amusement, "so it has nothing to do with the fact that the team has been non stop teasin' us"

alessia let out a loud groan as she dragged a hand over her face, "they are the worst."

"or the best" you countered, pushing off the dresser and walking closer, "depends on how you look at it"

alessia glanced up as her breath caught. you were standing at the edge of your bed now, looking down at the blonde with an expression which was equal parts playful and serious.

"what do you mean?" alessia asked her voice barely above a whisper.

you tilted your head, your eyes searching alessia's face, "i mean, they're not wrong are they." alessia's heart stopping momentarily, "about what?”

you smirked as you sat your set down on the edge of alessia's bed, close enough that you were a mere few cm from the blonde. "about this" you smiled, festering between the two of you.

alessia felt her brain had short-circuited. she opened her mouth to respond but nothing came out.

"relax lessi," you said softly, you hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind the blondes ear. "you don't have to say anything."

your touch was gentle and almost hesitant but it sent a jolt of electricity through alessia's body. she looked up at you, her cheeks flaming as her heart was pounding so loudly she was sure you could hear it.

then before you could overthink it, you leaned in, slowly.

the kiss was soft at first, a tentative brush of the lips as if you were giving alessia a chance to pull away, to change her mind.

but alessia had no intention of pulling away, her heart racing in her chest, a wild, short beat that echoed in her ears. slowly, she leaned into the kiss, her fingers trembling as they found your waist.

the warmth of your skin through the fabric of your shirt grounding her and without hesitation alessia pulled you close the space between the tow of you dissolving.

the kiss deepening as your lips moved in a rhythm that felt familiar as though they'd been doing this forever even though it was the first time.

alessia's pulse is quickened as her sense sharpened, the faint smell of your vanilla shampoo and the way your breath kitchen when alessia's hand slipped up your side and the soft and almost inaudible sight that escaped your lips.

it was intoxicating and a moment which suspended in time and a world reduce to just the two of them.

when they finally broke apart, it wasn't out of hesitation but necessity. foreheads resting together as your breaths intermingled in the narrow space which was between the two of you.

alessia's eyes fluttering open and taking in the way your cheeks were flushed as your lips were slightly swollen from the kiss. she'd swear she's never seen anything more beautiful.

"you okay?" you asked, your voice low and slightly hoarse as if the words would cost you something to speak.

alessia nodded, her lips curving into a shy but undeniable smile. her voice was nearly above a whisper the words carrying an honesty she couldn't hide, "more than okay"

your gaze lingered on the blonde for a moment longer, your fingers brushing alessia's cheek in a gesture so tender it sent a shiver down her spine.

and for the first time in a long while, alessia felt completely seen as though you had unlocked a part of her she didn’t even know she'd been hiding. alessia couldn’t help but laugh softly, the sound light and nervous but also full of joy.

you smiled too, your thumb tracing absent circles on alessia's hip, "good" you murmured your lips quirking up into a grin that was equal parts relief and mischief. "because i have been waiting to do that since the start of the trip-“

alessia felt her chest tighten a mix of disbelief and elation, "you could have said something you know"

you giggled, "could've" as you slipped your fingers through alessia's hair, threading through the soft blonde strands, "but part of me kind of liked watching you squirm"

alessia shook her head with disbelief as a light giggle came from her as she melted into your touch, "your the worst."

"yeah but you love it" you grinned, kissing her hair as alessia rolled her eyes playfully, cuddling tighter into your built frame.

the two of stayed like that for a while, tangled together on the bed as the word outside seemed to fade away stealing kisses from one another.

the tension that had been building between them for weeks — glances held for a moment too long, casual touches which lingered, unspoken words hanging in the air had finally crack and given way to something softer, something warmer and something that felt like coming home.

you hands moved with a purpose yet there was such tenderness in your touch. you fingers brushing against alessia's neck tracing a delicate path up to your jaw before it slipped back down to the blondes collarbone.

your lips followed, leaving a trail of kisses, slow and deliberate each one pressing heat into alessia's skin. your kissing growing bolder as your lips left faint marks littler declaration of ownership and affection.

alessia shivered beneath you touch, both exhilarated and slightly exasperated. her mind trailing to picture the looks she'd no doubt get tomorrow.

"y/n" alessia murmured, her voice a blend of a whine and a laugh she couldn't hold back. she tilted her head slightly to meet your gaze, her warm blue eyes warm despite her words, "the girls are gonna have a field day with this tomorrow"

you pulled back just enough to look at her, an impish grin spreading across your face as you shrugged, mumbling a 'let them'

"you'll look so beautiful in the kit, plus i think the girls will love the evidence" your tone was smug as your hands now resting lightly against alessia's cheek.

alessia rolled her eyes, though the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her amusement. she reached up to tangle her fingers in your hair, gently tugging her closer.

"your impossible" she said through her voice was filled with such affection rather than annoyance.

"maybe," you whispered, your lips hovering teasingly close to alessia's, her breath warm against your skin, "but your stuck with me now"

the words hung in the air for a moment, not as a threat but as a promise, one that alessia found herself wanting to keep. without hesitation alessia pulled you down into another kiss, the kiss this time was softer, less urgent but no less meaningful. a slow unraveling of the walls alessia had built around herself.

the pillows around them had fell into a comforting space, as their laughter bubbled up between kisses. the sound mingled with the whispered promise they exchanged in the quiet room, the kind of promises you make in moments of vulnerability and trust.

as they lay there, limbs entwined and hearts beating in sync, alessia let herself smile. she could feel you tracing lazy patterns along her arms, a silence remind that this, whatever it was, is real.

she looked at you, who was looking at her with a mix of mischief and something deeper, something that made alessia's breath hitch. "i don't actually mind being stuck with you." the blonde admitted softly, her voice carrying the weight of truth she hadn't expected to say out loud.

you grin softened as you leaned down to press another kiss to alessia's forehead, "good"

-

the hotel breakfast buffet was bustling the next morning, with players milling around loading their plates and nursing cups of coffee.

alessia entered the room last, her hair slightly damp from her shower and her arsenal training hoodie zipper halfway up. the blonde keeping her head down as she made her way to the food, hoping to blend into the background.

but she could feel the girls' eyes in her almost instantly.

"morning less" beth's cheerful voice rang out from across the room, far too loud for alessia's liking at that hour of the morning.

"morning" alessia mumbled, not looking up as she grabbed a plate and began piling it with fruit she didn't even want.

beth and leah exchanged glances, kyra seated at the table closest to the buffet, leaned back in her shake her arms crossed.

“less" she called casually her tone dripping with her usually mischief antics. "did you get into a fight with the vaccum cleaner?" kyra trailed off, a teasing grin on her lips.

alessia froze in place, a peice of watermelon halfway to her plate, "what?"

beth smirked pointing to her own neck as if to indicate something, "you've got a little.. something.. right there"

alessia's eyes widened and her hand short up to her neck. her fingers brushed over the faint marks which you'd left the night before — marks she thought she'd covered with a bit of concealer but clearly hadn't done a good enough job as they still peeked through.

"oh god" she muttered under her breath, quickly zipping her hoodie all the way up, her cheeks burning.

too late. the table erupted into laughter.

“no way” katie said, grinning as she leaned close to inspect alessia’s neck, “is that-? oh it is!”

beth clapped her hands together and cheered, “i knew it, leah you owe me my ten quid!” a small grumble coming from the english captain as a small chuckle came from you from the side of the table at the fact they had been betting on when it was finally going to happen.

while alessia was ready to sink through the floor, grabbing her plate and darting to the nearest empty seat which just so happend to be next to you. as in the blondes humble opinion, you were looking far too composed for someone who had caused all the chaos.

“you could’ve warned me” alessia hissed under her breath as she sat down, you just shrugging as you took a sip of your coffee before turning to look at the blonde with your usual small and amused smile, “i think you look gorgeous”

alessia glared at you but the effect was ruined by the way your words affected her making her blush deeper, “your so annoying at times”

you giggled a little leaning in close to her as your voice was low enough only she would hear what you were about to say, “that’s not what you were saying last night lessi”

alessia opened her mouth to quip a response back but before she could beth’s voice rang out again. “so, y/n we need answers” beth said with a wicked grin on her face, “you finally made a move, didn’t you!”

the entire table turned to look at you as you shrugged nonchalantly as you took another sip of your coffee as if this was the most normal conversation in the world.

“maybe”

“maybe?” leah echoed, gaping at you, “that’s all we get?”

you just smirked, your gaze flicking over to alessia as she was burying her face in her hands, “what can i say, better to keep you all guessing”

“unbelievable” katie said shaking her head but still laughing, “you two are the worst-kept secret on the team”

alessia let out a groan finally peeking out from behind her hands, “can we just eat breakfast without all this?”

the was a chorus of no’s from the table, “are you joking we’ve been waiting for this for weeks” kyra said smirking as beth leaned forward, her eyes were sparkling with mischief.

“so what do we get next? the soft launch on insta? matching tattoos, oo maybe a-“

“beth!” alessia squeaked, her face somehow turning even redder as beth stopped her list mid way with a small frown as she muttered how nobody seemed to appreciate her efforts.

you were clearly enjoying every second of this as you sat back in your seat, actually enjoying your breakfast. reaching over to grab alessia’s hand under the table and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“relax” you whispered, your voice warm and reassuring, “they’ll get bored eventually”

alessia mumbled a response but she couldn’t help the small smile that crept into her lips as your thumb traced gentle circle on the back of her hand.

leah raising her glass of juice in a mock toast, “to y/n and less! may their love and our endless teasing never fade!”

and once again the table burst into laughter and despite the embarrassment that filled alessia she couldn’t help laugh along with them.

your hand in hers grounding her a silent that even with all the teasing and chaos that it was worth it — whatever the two of you were.

and as she glanced at you, who was smiling at her like she was the only person in the room, alessia decided she could live with the teasing.

after all, she’d gotten the you.

[herasversion]

First, I saw the dimples, and then I heard the accent.

Summary: You realize you really have a weakness for pretty boys. When you're boyfriend dicides to live his batman dreams and chases the people that stole his watch.

A/N: this work is fiction please do not share this without my premission. No use of Y/N and English is not my first language.

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Despite how much you try to act tough about how pretty boys don’t affect you, this one is just almost too beautiful to not give him any preferential treatment.

Although that is not your fault because, God really gave this man too much power with those dimples. And then he started to talk, and Jesus, this guy won the lottery. I mean, it is not fair that he also has a beautiful French accent. (Although later, I learned not to call it a French accent. He will look at you like he would like to murder you.)

And that is how you got yourself in this situation: your weakness for pretty boys. Might I add, stupid pretty boys. Because what do you mean you are in a Ferrari chasing the people that stole his watch?

As he speeds up his car with you in the passenger seat and his little brother in the back, you can’t hold it in anymore. “Charles! What do you think you’re doing?” you scream.

“I am getting my watch back, mon chéri,” he says with his puppy eyes on you. Suddenly, you hear laughter from the back of the car. It seems this is the most exciting part of Arthur’s life. You scoff and add, “You’re not getting your watch back, Charlie. You’re going to murder us, and you better keep those eyes on the road.” At that, Arthur really can’t hold it back anymore, and he starts crying as he laughs.

Charlie gives you his most innocent look he can muster and smiles at you with his dimples as he speeds up again after the people that have his watch.

At the same time, you realize that your stupid boyfriend fits you very much because you are also stupid. And you decide to take your phone from your bag and call the police, something you should have done five minutes into the chase.

As you are calling the police, Charlie gives you a strange look and asks, “What are you doing, mon chéri?” You mutter, “Calling the police.” Charles smiles and lays one of his hands on your leg. You smile until you look at the speed you’re going.

Now, you have much faith in your boyfriend's driving ability. I mean, you don't become a Formula 1 driver if you can't drive (luckily for your boyfriend, you don't have to be great at parking). But driving at this speed with one hand is a bit much. As you get ready to scold him after you finish your call and hear that the police are on their way, you’re interrupted by a panicked Arthur. “You’re calling the police on us?” he asks. You turn around, absolutely flabbergasted as Charlie laughs. “No, I am not calling the police on Charles. I am calling the police for Charles to get his watch back.”

As you say that, you hear Charles mutter, “Shit.” You quickly turn around and realize that Charles and the police have driven the thieves to get stuck with nowhere to go.

As your stupid pretty boyfriend tries to get out of the car, you grab his arm and tell him to wait because does he want to die??? As you see the police take the thieves away, you finally get his watch back.

When you guys return to the car and settle back inside, you look at Charles and start to laugh really loud. Charles smiles at you, lays his hand on your leg, and retorts, “You had fun, mon chéri?” You quickly give him a glare and say, “Yes, Charlie, I always wanted to chase criminals.”

Suddenly, you hear a scoff, and Arthur mutters, “Very cute, but can you bring me home before you get too lovey-dovey?” At this, you and Charles laugh even harder.

[thejournallo]

EXPLAIN THE METHOD: it is happening.

As always, I will love to hear your thoughts! and if you have any questions, I will be more than happy to answer them! If you liked it, leave a comment or reblog (that is always appreciated!). if you are intrested in more method check the masterlist!

I was scrolling through Tik Tok looking for new methods to try and topics to study when I came across a really interesting video presenting a basic method. I think it has been a while since I brought something this simple, and I am kind of happy about it!

How do I do this method? 

Close your eyes and think about what you want to manifest; once it is clear in your head, start visualizing it in your head. Say out loud, "I am simply diciding that ___ is happening to me."

A quick example: "I'm simply deciding that $100 is in my bank account."

and every time this thought appears in your head, you are going to reinforce it with "I am simply deciding it is happening."  and that's it. All you have to do is do this, and you will keep going with your life with $100 in your bank account.

thoughts: 

As soon as I found it, I tried to manifest success, and I will make sure to add to this to give my opinion on it and grade it like I usually do!

[lady-pug]

The Ballad of Green Snakes and Honey Badgers

Prologue

Summary: When your former friend and current Triwizard champion Aemond Targaryen sends you a note asking you to meet him after years having last spoken to each other, you are left wondering what he could possibly want. So when, to your surprise, he asks you to be his date to the Yule Ball, you make a decision that will either mend your broken friendship with the Slytherin boy or irreparably shatter it forever.

Pairing: Slytherin!Aemond Targaryen x Hufflepuff!Tully!Reader

Word count: 2,1k

Warnings: none

Notes: Hello hello, dearest readers! How have you all been? 

I offer you the prologue to a new story I am now incredibly excited to write. The idea for this came from the lovely @peachysunrize, whom I admire very much and love her works (I’ve actually been saving Tangerine Dreams for when I have enough free time to binge read it, ‘cause I know once I start I won’t be able to stop), after Mr. Ewan Mitchell was spotted serving cunt looks at the British GQ’s Men of The Year last night. It was supposed to be a one-shot howeeeeever I ended up getting a little carried away and dicided to go for a slightly longer story (so I’m so so sorry, Aemond actually wearing the infamous outfit at the Yule Ball won’t show up for a few chapters, please forgive me).

Just to explain a few details of this story: Hogwarts is in Westeros, located in the Crownlands near the border between these lands, the Reach, the Riverlands and the Stormlands. Volaena Academy of Magic is situated in Volantis, houses female students from Volantis, Pentos and Lys (equivalent to Beauxbatons) and Green Grass Institute is situated in Braavos, houses male students, mainly Dothraki, from Braavos, Pentos and Tyrosh (equivalent to Durmstrang)

I never thought I’d write a Hogwarts!AU but here we are! Although the HP/WW universe was a very important part of my childhood, I haven’t consumed any content related to it in a very long time (except for random memes on ig I often trade with a friend) because that woman (you know which one) pisses me the fuck off. But since no one will be profiting from me writing this (at least I don’t think so), and I still quite like the universe even if my love for it got diminished somewhat, I decided to give it a try. I won’t lie, I had fun!

I’d just like to warn that the next update for this series will take a little while, as I have quite a lot of work to get done (the semester is ending and Uni is kicking me in the butt once more, what’s new) and I’d like to finish writing a new chapter of Written Between the Lines, the other Aemond series I have on going, first.

Although Reader is a Tully I didn’t write her with a specific appearance in mind, and the same goes for Kermit Tully, so it is up to you to imagine what she looks like. I really hope you, dear reader, enjoy this and have fun while reading it! And thank you so much @peachysunrize for coming up with the idea in the first place! If you spot any mistakes, please feel free to warn me and I’ll correct it right away, and feedback is always welcome and appreciated. I hope you truly enjoy this story.

Reader is female, but no physical descriptions provided

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When you woke up on that rainy morning, you had expected it to be just another normal Tuesday, only barely over a week into the school year. The day had started out like any other: you had met with Oscar for breakfast at the Great Hall, being joined shortly after by Kermit and Davos, and avoided at all costs glancing in Cregan’s general direction. Then you had headed for your classes of the day, being paired with Doreah, a lyseni girl from Volaena, for your year-long Herbology project. 

While Doreah seemed nice, and you believed you would find a friend in her still, it was moments like this when you found yourself missing Helaena the most. You had promised to write to one another, of course, with you assuring you’d keep her updated in all the latest gossip around Hogwarts, yet it just wasn’t the same. You had become so used to seeing her at the farthest corner of the Ravenclaw table, waiting for you at supper, or sneaking out of the Hufflepuff common room together and into the kitchens to arrange snacks for your late night study sessions that you didn’t realize how much you’d miss this small things until she was actually gone, only just starting her career as a Magientomologist. Still, all you had to do was survive one more year until you could take your N.E.W.T.s and leave this place to search for a career of your own, and perhaps achieve your dream of sharing a flat with your best friend.

It was only after you left your Defense Against the Dark Arts class, having been squished between two quite large dothraki students from Green Grass, that you noticed something was different. A small piece of parchment was sticking out from inside your book, yet you didn’t remember putting it there; while you often used random papers as bookmarkers, it didn’t seem to be the case here, as the pages holding the parchment were ones you did not remember having ever read. As you turned the paper around you realized it was not just some paper, it was in fact a note, and you wondered how someone managed to place it inside your book, as you hadn’t left it unattended at all. But as you read the words, it would soon become clear to you.

Meet me at the library after dinner ~ A. T. 

The note carried a neat, flourished handwriting, written in expensive green ink. And yet, as your eyes skimmed over the words once more your heart started beating faster and faster, the flow of blood seemingly thundering on the inside of your eardrums. A. T., the person had signed. 

Aemond Targaryen.

What could he possibly want with you? Him, of all people? After all these years? Why did he want to speak to you now? It made sense then, how the note had appeared in your book without you realizing it; Aemond was quite good at Transfiguration, one of the top students even (but was there anything he wasn’t good at?), he excelled in it so for him to conjure a note inside your book was a piece of cake. But that didn’t explain what he wanted.

Sighing, you crumpled the paper in your hand, pinching the bridge of your nose as you pondered upon a decision you were most likely to regret.

There was only one way to find out.

You were quiet during supper, deep in thought as you poked at your food. Kermit and Davos both believed it had to do with the fact that Cregan and Alysanne were sitting right in front of you at the Gryffindor table, choosing then to sit on the bench across the table from you to try and block your view from the happy couple. But only Oscar knew the real reason for your silent demeanor.

Even though Kermit was your twin, you often felt closer to your younger brother, especially after you and Kermit got sorted to different houses on your first year, him being a Gryffindor through and through and you becoming the true embodiment of a Hufflepuff, and Oscar being selected for the same house as yours a year later. In truth, Oscar just understood you better and the other way around was also true, so you ended up becoming one another's confidants, telling each other everything and anything. So once you got back to the common room you had immediately spilled the beans about the mysterious note you had received.

He had begged you not to go. He just knew that whatever Aemond wanted couldn’t possibly be good. Not after everything. But you were curious, and although he would never admit to it, his curiosity on the back burner in face of his concern for you, so was he. So he agreed to your plan of simply listening to what Aemond had to say and leaving. 

Or that would have been the plan, had what Aemond asked not left you completely flabbergasted.

Arriving at the library, now almost completely void of students, save for one or two first year nerds, you noticed Aemond was already there, punctual as ever.

“You came.” he seemed surprised as he raised from his chair, the book he had been absentmindedly flipping through forgotten over the hardwood table.

You shrugged, not willing to let him see how affected you were by his presence.

“Let’s hear it then.” you crossed your arms over your chest, trying to appear more confident than you felt.

“What?” 

“You called me here for a reason, right? What do you want?”

“Can I not just wish to see an old friend?” it was his turn to shrug.

You scoffed, gritting your teeth as you glanced away from him. Old friend my ass, you thought. You weren’t friends. Not anymore. Hadn’t been for a long time.

“Right.” he must have noticed something in your expression, for he dropped the innocent act “I need your help.”

What could he possibly need your help with?

“Be my date for the Yule Ball.”

What?

“What, why?” you were honestly dumbfounded by his suggestion, because that was what it was; it wasn’t a question, it was closer to a demand. And how dare he demand something from you?

“It is mandatory for the champions to dance at the Ball. And for that they need a partner.”

That’s right, Aemond had been selected as the champion to represent Hogwarts in the Triwizard Tournament against Green Grass and Volaena. The professors had explained what that entailed, and how dangerous it could be, and for a fleeting moment, your heart twinged in worry over him, before it was snuffed out and replaced by the usual cold indifference you felt towards him. Furthermore, they had let all students know that a special ball would be held at Christmas, and that all three champions were required not only to attend but to dance as well.

“I know that.” you huffed, feeling a little offended “I mean why me?”

His stare turned quizzical, as if he couldn’t quite possibly understand what you were implying.

“Why not take your girlfriend?” you asked, confused “I mean, she may have graduated already, but professor Mellos said we could bring dates from outside the school.”

He glanced away from you, his expression turning dark for a split second, before returning his gaze to you.

“Alys and I broke up over summer.” he said with a nonchalance you suspected to be fake.

You wanted to ask, you were desperate to know why, but you had to remind yourself it was none of your business. His life was none of your business and it was better that way.

“Why not some other girl then? They seem to line up for your attention nowadays. Floris has always had a thing for you.”

Aemond was already considered a pretty boy even for normal standards, always having one admirer or another. It lessened a bit after he started dating Alys, a sixth year student, in his fourth year in school, but you knew for a fact people still pinned after him in silence. But after he was named Hogwarts’ triwizard champion, a lot of girls and even some guys flocked around him, vying for his undivided attention. You knew most of them would die for a chance to be his date at the Ball, to be his even if only for one night.

“It would give them the false hope that something more could happen when it won’t.” he tipped his chin, staring at you from under his lashes, and something in the way he was looking at you was deeply unsettling “At least we know where we stand with one another.”

Ouch.

“Why would I ever agree to go with you?”

“Well you certainly aren’t going with Stark, that’s for sure.” the corner of his lip twitch in the tiniest of smirks.

A pang of shame assaulted your heart, heat spreading in your chest and settling in your cheeks.

“How do you know about that?” your voice faltered, small and almost afraid. 

His face fell, then, as if he didn’t expect this reaction from you.

“Everyone knows about it.” 

Humiliation burned in your chest, the sting of tears steadily brimming in your eyes forcing you to glance away from him to stop yourself from breaking down in front of him. Great, now the whole school (and perhaps even the other two guest schools) knew how your boyfriend of four, almost five years had dumped you and practically immediately after started dating your cooler, prettier, hotter cousin. He couldn’t even be bothered to show his face, he had broken up with you through a letter, a majestic white owl bringing the news one summer morning.           

“No.” you sniffled, daring yourself not to cry, and turning away from him, ready to leave and forget this conversation ever happened.

“Wait!” he grabbed your arm, halting your movements. His face was soft when you glanced back at him, something akin to guilt clouding his own features “Please. Just- please.”

That was new. For as long as you had known him, you knew one thing was certain: Aemond Targaryen didn’t beg. For him to stoop this low, at least for his standards, must mean he was indeed desperate.

“What’s in it for me?” you asked in turn.

He pondered for a moment, a surprised look on his face, as if he didn’t expect to get this far into the conversation.

“You’ll get to make Stark jealous?” he offered, and you chuckled mirthlessly in response.

“I don’t want to make him jealous.” and you couldn’t even if you tried, not in comparison to Alysanne of all people “I just want to move on from him.”

“Then you’ll get to show him just that. That you have moved on from him and are already seeing new people.”

His reasoning made sense and you were intrigued, sure, especially considering you weren’t totally over Cregan just yet. But it definitely wasn’t worth the hassle.

“And I’ll help you study for your History of Magic N.E.W.T!” he was quick to add.

Now that was a really tempting offer. History of Magic was one of the subjects you struggled with the most, having a really hard time memorizing all the dates and events, ever since your very first year. And you knew he was well versed in history; he studied the subject even when not required, just for fun. To have someone like him help you study would definitely help you not fail the test.

“Okay.” you sighed out between, biting your tongue “I’ll be your date to the Yule Ball.”

His face lit up then, almost bouncing in his heels from excitement, before feigning indifference.

“Good.” he nodded to himself “We’ll have to spend more time together until then.”

“I didn’t agree to that!” you squealed, the thought of spending any more time than necessary with him making you uneasy.

“We need to be convincing. Otherwise Stark will see right through it.”

He was right. Of course he was right.

“Fine then. When do we start?”

He smiled brightly then, and for a moment you saw that young boy he once was, the one who held your hand on the first train ride to school all those years ago.

“I’ll find you for breakfast tomorrow then and we can go to Potions together. After lunch we can start revising History. How does that sound?”

It could be worse.

“Alright by me, I guess.” 

Aemond grinned cheekily, and you knew then that you were screwed. 

“It’s a date then.” he sauntered away, but not before throwing you a quick wink to match his smirk.

Oscar was going to kill you.

[rkvriki]

— acts of intimacy with enhypen

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LEE HEESEUNG !

— cuddling

the simple act of snuggling with your partner that brings so much warmth, comfort and safety.

heeseung loves cuddling you in any kind of way. 

he loves sleeping through the whole morning until he needs to actually get out of the bed and so you are always the first to wake.

you try to wake him up but to no avail. he always asks for five more minutes that turn in at least two more hours and goes back to sleep but not after pushing you against his chest to cuddle you.

he also loves cuddling when you are watching a movie or whatever in the living room.

when this is the case he loves having you sit between his legs with your back to his chest.

or he likes when he’s fully laying down and you lay on top of him.

it doesn’t matter how or where and when you are doing it, both of you love the intimacy cuddling brings you two.

when he is feeling down he always asks you to be the big spoon or to lay on your chest and you two just lay like that for as long as he needs to feel better.

PARK JONGSEONG !

— cooking together

as you can imagine, jay does most of the ugly work like the actual cooking while you do things like measuring and putting the ingredients together.

it is such a fun activity and at the same time so intimate.

jay is a great cook while you are not so bad yourself but not as good as him, so he is more than happy to teach you how to cook a meal without making a big mess and burn the house down.

you get butterflies when jay hugs you from behind and guides your hands to cut veggies or anything else.

also you find jay so cute when he cooks, you like that when he focuses his lips form a pout and you can’t help but peck him leaving him surprised.

when you plating the food, you always make an effort to decorate it and make it look pretty.

in all honesty, you two do a great job at cooking despite always joking around while doing so.

jay finds the face you make when you taste the food so cute, your eyes always widen and the savory taste of the meal you both prepared together with so much love.

SIM JAEYUN !

— kissing

you can’t tell me jake doesn’t have the most kissable lips, the pout is just so smoochable.

a kiss can express so many emotions and say so many things that can’t be said out loud and jake values that a lot.

jake adores kissing your lips so much, they just fit so perfectly with his, like two puzzle pieces coming together.

jake loves kissing you when he greets you, feeling you smile through the kiss.

jake loves kissing you when he’s leaving for tour, letting his lips linger a little longer than usual, feeling the salty flavor from the tears that you let out.

jakes loves waking you up with kisses all over, seeing your nose scrunch at the ticklish feeling.

jake loves kissing your tears when you cry while holding your face and rubbing his thumbs on your cheeks.

jake loves kissing you when you’ve accomplished something and you tell him the good news.

he just loves how they bring such a strong connection to your relationship, kissing makes him feel so close to you.

sometimes when the words fail to leave his mouth, he just loves silently telling you he loves you with a strong, deep kiss.

PARK SUNGHOON !

— holding hands

to me it’s just so obvious that he loves to hold hands and i don’t have a valid reason.

sunghoon thinks that holding hands can be a strong display of affection.

he also thinks that sometimes when words can’t come out of his mouth his hands will tell you quiet things.

he loves to hold you in a hug and slowly reach for your hand, holding it on his own and giving it a gentle squeeze in a way to say i love you. 

and he does that multiple times when he is too shy to say out loud.

he loves feeling your soft hands in his harsher ones, something that makes you scold him for not moisturizing them.

you always carry hand cream and sometimes you take some and rub it in his hands massaging them softly. he tells you he hates it but deep down he loves it when you do it, because he is a babygirl who loves being taken care of.

he will take any chance to hold your hand, especially when you are out, since he is not much of a pda lover, he will hold your hand, softly rubbing his thumb in the back of your hand.

KIM SUNOO !

— sharing secrets

sunoo just looks so trustable with secrets, he will not tell a soul.

besides being your boyfriend, sunoo is your best friend and you guys confide everything to each other.

communication is the key in a relationship and it has never been a problem in yours, since sunoo always made you comfortable to talk to him and tell him all your worries and secrets.

both of you think that sharing your secrets and your deepest thoughts can create a strong bond of trust and intimacy.

sunoo will have you sitting in his bed with blankets wrapped around both of you in the dark as you both tell each other secrets and share your worries.

this makes you both so comfortable around each other, to the point almost nothing will be embarrassing because you already shared the most embarrassing things you’ve done with him.

also he lives to hear you talk about your worries, he will be listening so attentively and will know what to say and when to say it.

YANG JUNGWON !

— spending quality time

jungwon loves to do fun things and anytime he is available he will take that as an opportunity to have fun.

anytime he’s free the first thing he will do is text you to hang out and do something, either at home or out.

he loves going out with you, you two always have something to do and where to go.

as i’ve mentioned in a post, he loves going to amusement parks and buy you plushies there.

honestly anything to do with you is fun, as long as you are enjoying it.

jungwon especially loves it when he goes over to your house and you guys just watch a movie or play games and he always sleeps over.

sleepovers with won are a must! it’s so much fun and you almost pull and all nighter but one of you ends up falling asleep.

he absolutely hates it when you go over to the dorms and some of the other guys join you two.

jungwon is greedy to have you alone with him, he is totally needy for your attention and when someone else takes it he is not happy about it.

NISHIMURA RIKI !

— hugging

niki looks so huggable i swear!

he loves hugging you anytime he gets the chance.

niki being niki will tease you for the height difference, even if it’s not that much he will make fun of you.

but seriously speaking niki loves the intimacy a hug can bring you two, his hugs show so much love and support and it’s so sweet.

he hugs all the time. 

he hugs you when you get home or you visit him at the hybe building. 

he hugs you when you cry, when something goes wrong or you just don’t feel well, and he hugs you while nuzzling his head in your hair and whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

he hugs you when you get home with good news.

niki loves and you hate (love) when you are doing something like cooking and he hugs you from behind and clings to you like a koala and doesn’t leave you until you actually scold him making him go away with a scold and telling you you don’t appreciate the love he gives you.