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arisuworld · 6 months
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HOW TO IGNORE THE 3D?
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A lot of people get confused over the phrase "ignoring the 3D." They think this means they have to “act as if,” lie to themselves and the people around them, and then end up feeling pretty delusional. However, i’m here to tell you that it's NOT THE CORRECT WAY. If you're doing this, you're probably gonna end up feeling like you're being delusional and lose faith in LOA overall. first of all, we need to rephrase the term “ignoring the 3D.” When neville goddard and other teachers said to “ignore” the 3D, they didn’t mean to literally ignore it. They meant to stop REACTING to it mentally, to what the 3D is showing to you. So the better phrase would be to “not react to the 3D".
જ⁀➴ FIRSTLY, YOU MUST KNOW THAT-
1. You're the god of your reality. You have the power to change anything you want. Nothing can stop you, other than YOU.
2. Circumstances do not matter. They're NOT permanent. They change in literal seconds.
3. Subconscious does not have eyes. What you tell it, is what it will assume.
4. 3D is nothing but a bitch of 4D. It will conform to your assumptions, right in front of your eyes.
• WHAT DOES 'IGNORING THE 3D' MEANS?
So, what exactly does not reacting to the 3D mean? It means to not mentally reaffirm unfavorable assumptions about the 3D. For example, if you’ve been affirming that you're your ideal height but suddenly you come across a mirror and see the opposite, DON’T MENTALLY REACT TO IT!!! Simply acknowledge it and know that you already have your desires and the 3D will conform no matter what. Also, keep in mind that it’s completely fine to react emotionally to the 3D. You can cry or be angry, you’re still human after all. But don’t let your thoughts slip back into the old story and old pattern of thinking because once you do, it will manifest the opposite.
I know, this is way easier said than done, but once you master this, all of your manifestations will literally come flowing in!!
: ̗̀➛ HERE ARE SOME TIPS TO HELP YOU CURB YOUR REACTION TO THE 3D
1. KNOW YOUR POWER: Whenever you face any unfavorable circumstances, sit back and take deep breaths.Remind yourself that you're the god and nothing can stop you from achieving the things you desire.
2. SUBLIMINALS: I know subliminals aren’t everyone’s cup of tea, but i personally love them! There are some really great ones for self-concept, and a bunch for literally any specific desire. (i'll make a separate post in the future on subs and how to use them).
3. YOGA NIDRA/ MEDITATION: This is an excellent way to not only get into a calmer state, but to really tune into your thoughts and become aware of what assumptions are serving you are not. (I personally love Lizzy Hill's yoga nidra video!!)
4. IMPROVE SELF CONCEPT: When faced with an unfavorable circumstance, you may be tempted to let your thoughts spiral back into the old story. By keeping a strict mental diet, you can prevent this from even happening. Don’t even give your mind a chance to go back to your old assumptions.
5. CREATE NEW ASSUMPTIONS: By this, I mean creating a whole new assumption for whenever you react to the 3D. This can be something like “negative thoughts never manifest,” “nothing, not even i, can stop my desires from manifesting” or “everything works out for me.” Affirm these if you’re reacting emotionally.
At the end of the day, the most important thing to remember is to PERSIST despite what you see in the 3D!! Don’t ever give up on your desires. Your desires have NO choice but to manifest!!
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Bumpy History - Part 4 (Aitana x Reader)
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It was a hot, sunny afternoon, and the team had just wrapped up a particularly chilled training session. You were chatting with Alexia, your best friend on the team when you noticed Aitana sitting alone on a bench nearby, seemingly lost in her thoughts. Concerned for your now friend, you excused yourself from the conversation with the captain and made your way over to Aitana. She looked up as you approached, offering a small smile.
"Hey, Aitana, is everything okay?" you asked, taking a seat beside her.
Aitana hesitated for a moment before she replied, "Yeah, I'm okay. Just thinking about some stuff, sorry I’m a little in my head."
You could tell there was more to it, but you didn't want to press her. Just as you were about to change the subject, Alexia approached you both.
"Mind if I talk to Aitana for a moment y/n?" Alexia asked, her tone casual, but her eyes locked onto Aitana.
Aitana shifted uncomfortably, but you nodded, "Of course, Ale. What's up?" You took this as your cue to get up and leave, running to catch up to Patri who was about to head into the changing rooms. You weren’t even slightly aware of the conversation about to be had in your wake.
Alexia took a deep breath, something that only meant this wasn’t going to be an easy conversation and then turned to Aitana. "Aitana, I've got a question for you. I've noticed that you and Y/n have been spending a lot of time together lately, and it seems like you two have been getting close."
Aitana's eyes darted between you and Alexia. "Yeah, we've been hanging out more. She's a great friend."
Alexia raised an eyebrow, not convinced by the response. "That's good to hear, but I think there's more to it, Aitana. Y/n means a lot to me, and I want to make sure she's not just a passing interest for you. Are you serious about where things could be going with her?"
Aitana looked down at her hands, her expression pensive. "I... I like Y/n, Alexia. More than just as a friend, I mean. I didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to make things complicated. We are still new to the even getting on thing and I know that was my fault growing up, but I really don’t want to ruin this before its even really got started."
Alexia's demeanour softened as she heard Aitana's shy admission and subsequent rambling. She reached out and placed a hand on Aitana's shoulder. "Aitana, Y/n cares about you a lot too. I can see that. Just be honest with her. If you like her, tell her. You both deserve to be happy."
Aitana nodded, and her gaze met yours as you turned around to check on them before heading into your destination of the changing rooms. "Thanks, Alexia. I appreciate your honesty. I'll talk to Y/n."
After Aitana confessed to Alexia and the realization that she had deeper feelings for you than just friendship, she knew she wouldn’t be able to keep her emotions in check as easily any longer. She knew that she needed to think about talking to you and telling you honestly how she felt, but that still scared her to death. Even if she had realised it was true.
Training had been done and dusted for about an hour. You had managed to get home, change into some comfy clothes and start cooking lunch when your doorbell rang. You stirred the sauce in the pot one more time quickly before making your way to the door, slightly confused as you weren’t expecting anyone.
You answered the door with a friendly smile, but the surprise on your face was evident when you saw Aitana standing there. "Aitana, what are you doing here?" you were genuinely curious, you were sure you hadn’t meant to be seeing her again today.
Aitana cleared her throat, her nerves getting the better of her. "I needed to talk to you, Y/n. Can I come in?" You stepped aside, allowing her entrance into your space. Aitana followed you to the kitchen, where she took a deep breath and tried to find the right words.
"Y/n, I've been thinking about us a lot, and I realized that I can't keep these feelings to myself anymore," she began. "I like you, more than just as a friend. I've liked you for a while now, and I want to be honest about it."
Your eyes widened in surprise, and you took a moment to process Aitana's confession. "Aitana, I..." you began but then paused, unsure of how to respond.
Aitana used your silence to continue knowing if she didn’t say this now, she probably never would, "I understand if this is too much to handle, or if you don't feel the same way. But I didn't want to hide my feelings any longer, I couldn’t. Seeing you every day from a distance didn’t let those feeling boil up too much and I could deal with them back then but now we are closer, and we talk and I get to see all of you I can’t not feel these things."
You could see the vulnerability in her eyes, and you appreciated her honesty. You took a step closer to her, closing the gap between the two of you.
"Aitana, I appreciate your honesty. I have felt that way about you for a long time but never thought this would happen because of our past." you admitted, your voice soft.
Aitana's eyes widened, and a hopeful smile tugged at her lips. "Wait, you do?" You had to giggle a little at the fact that she only really took in the reciprocated feelings part.
You nodded. "Yes. I didn't know how to bring it up either. I was also so scared to break the new friendship we had started as that was so much better than before."
Aitana's smile grew even brighter before she let a more serious look overtake her features. "I am sorry about all those years I was mean and standoffish; I think I got it in my head we couldn’t be friends or anything because we were so similar in playstyle. And you were just so pretty it was hard for me to hide that so I did the only thing I could think of at that age and that was be mean. If you accept my apology, I'd like to take you out on a proper date, Y/n?"
You couldn't help but smile as well. "I'd love to, Aitana."
It took a little while for you and Aitana to sort out going on a proper date, you had been having coffee and lot and taking little walks after training, but it had been hard to find some extended time where you were both free. You knew that tonight was a free night for both of you so you had plans for the date tonight, but Aitana had yet to tell you those plans.
It had sort of become normal for you both to meet for coffee in the morning of later training days like today, so you were headed to meet the woman you were definitely already falling for. Aitana had been all excited when she saw you walking into which you gave her a puzzled look until she produced two tickets with a grin. You looked at them and saw it was for the Barca men’s game that evening.
“I have booked somewhere for dinner first but then would this be okay?” The pure excitement in her eyes melted your heart more than you would ever say to her.
“Of course, you know I love Barca. Football is what brought us together, so I think this is the perfect first date.”
It had taken you a while to get ready but when you finally chose what to wear you knew it would make a good impression, the pants hung right around your toned legs and the blouse you paired it with brought out your eyes. What you weren’t expecting when you walked into the restaurant was for Aitana to agree with your choice quite so publicly. You walked through the door and took your blazer off just before the waiter showed you towards the table that Aitana was already seated at, as you approached the brunette her eyes took you in.
“Dios mi. You look incredible y/n. Jesus those trousers on you.” You giggled at her slightly flustered face when she realised what she said and just how loud she said it. But you thanked her none the less and mentioned how wonderful she looked in her black dress.
The both of you ordered your meals before you really started to converse. You both found it easy to talk and the conversation flowed effortlessly in the perfect atmosphere set by the restaurant. The meal took longer than anticipated due to you both talking through eating, so you were now rushing to get to the ground for kick off. Aitana had your hand in hers as she dashed from the cab into the crowds heading for the famous stadium.
As you both settled into the seats Aitana had gotten, you couldn't help but steal glances at said woman, you were captivated by the way she immersed herself in the game and atmosphere around her. Her eyes sparkled as she took in the fans screams and the players gearing up to kick off, you could tell football really wasn’t just a job to her.
You were loving the experience of watching a game with the enthusiastic beauty next to you, she would scream at every decision by the ref, get to her feet when Barca were close to scoring and sing along to the chants reverberating round the stadium. What filled you with the most warmth though was when shed pull you up with her or turn to you to explain why the ref got a call so wrong. The fact that she was involving you in what clearly was one of her favourite things just solidified for you that you were indeed falling for her.
You were so enthralled with watching her excitement you didn’t realise Barca had scored until your eyes caught the satisfied smirk on the brunette beauties face, you instantly turned away to hide the red cheeks you were now sporting but stood up to clap and cheer with her. As you sat back down you felt Aitana lean over into your space.
“Keep making eyes like that at me and we will miss the end of the match.” Your jaw dropped at that and the heat that had only really just left your cheeks came back with a vengeance, Aitana just smiled and winked at your reaction. You wouldn’t admit it to her, but her boldness was rather endearing.
Barca did win the game and you did watch it all no thanks to you and your wandering eyes and all thanks to Aitana and her kindness to pretend she didn’t know you were still doing it.
You weren’t sure what the future held for you or your growing relationship but what you did know was that you were open for the journey it took you on. As long as Aitana was by your side through it you didn’t care.
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imnotlauriane · 4 months
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ETERNALLY THEIRS
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DRAGON! BTS X HUMAN! READER FANTASY AU
Chapter 6 (5.1k words)
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I have overslept.
I cannot believe that I overslept.
I never oversleep, so why did it have to happen today?
I missed breakfast and no one woke me up!
I’m hungry!
“Look who finally decided to wake up and grace us with her beauty while others have to work their ass off every day - the little princess of Orton! Did your dragons leave you behind after all? Were you not good enough for them?”.
I pause dead in my tracks and stare to my right where I can find a group of knights gathered in the training ground, their eyes looking annoyed as they stare me down like I’m some kind of pest they have to get rid of.
Yoongi told me I could show them my teeth, right? I can bite them?
“Who knows, maybe they were the ones not good enough for me, and what are you going to do about that, huh? At least I have beauty working for me, all you have going for yourself is your ability to cut things in half, you lousy scum”.
Backs straighten up and jaws fall agape before one of them grabs his sword to point at me.
“You arrogant- you think you’re all that now that you have the dragon knights’ attention, is that it? Maybe we ought to remind you that when it comes to actual skills, you’re way below us!”.
Oh, he didn’t!
“Oh yeah? Let’s test it out, then, you piece of shit” I grumble before grabbing the sword at my hip, the shine of Namjoon’s scales under my palm enough to give me the strength I need to beat their asses and then beg for breakfast in the kitchen, I am not in a mood to be messed with right now!
Unaware that my group of mates are observing from a distance with their backs against a wall, curiosity keeping them from stepping in because they want to see how much I improved from training with them, I get into position in front of the first knight who seems to think that this will be over just as fast as it started.
I adjust my stance to fit what I always see Taehyung do, and the dragon’s eyebrow lifts at the detail that not many would notice otherwise.
Let’s just get this done and over with so I can eat something, damn it!
One of the knight’s friends signals for the duel to begin, and I watch as he immediately runs forward to get the first hit in, something that used to sometimes work against me in the past, except that this time, his movements feel… kind of slow?
I side step, then use the momentum of his lost balance to push him down to the ground with my foot, and before he can stand up with a confused glare, a sword to the neck stops him from fooling around any longer.
I quirk an eyebrow at him. “Is that all you’ve got? This is quite disappointing”.
“Give me the sword, Dave, I’ll give her a taste of her own medicine” another knight utters between his teeth before taking his friend’s place, and I sigh before getting into the same position as earlier because now that I’m trying it in an actual battle, it’s pretty great. It gives me more ease to move more quickly and my body feels less awkward than when I use the stance I learned years ago.
We humans truly have a lot to learn from dragons.
This time, no signal happens when the knight simply decides to swing his sword at me, but against all odds, I block it easily before countering with a swift swing of my own, and he manages to block only the first one before I send his weapon flying up and behind him.
Huh. Interesting.
“You were saying? Maybe my medicine is not so bad after all, maybe you’re the one who ought to change yours” I let out for all to hear and Yoongi grins proudly while my opponents grit their teeth in anger, are they being humiliated by a woman right now?
“Is there someone else who would like to show me how bad this princess of Orton is at using a sword before I take my leave? Or are you all aware as much as I am that you’d only be wasting your time?” I ask when the silence rules for a minute too long, and a few more people decide to stick around when two of the little group grab their swords at the same time.
Two against one? I see… maybe Jimin’s stance would be more appropriate this time, he always points his blade slightly higher than the others and that would always disconcert me because there was never any telling what he would do next.
The blue dragon’s eyes focus on my form sharply when he understands what I’m going for, this is a lot more interesting than he was expecting to see this morning considering that I seem to have gotten out of bed only a few minutes ago.
He understands now why Namjoon and Seokjin were so impressed with me yesterday, I truly seem to have learned bits and pieces from each of their dragon dances - it’s the first time he’s seeing me use them though, as I never really had the opportunity to try against them.
The two knights share a glance before roaring out a war cry, and I somehow manage to parry their moves without even breaking a sweat before I counter attack with a mix of swirling my body and tricking their mind to get in the perfect hit, and my blade cuts through skin lightly when the closest knight doesn’t notice my swing fast enough.
“What..? What manner of cheating are you using, you whore?! Did you give up your soul just to better the knights you grew up with? Is that what you’ve been learning from these dragons these last few days?!” he shouts with freaked out eyes when some blood begins to stain the cotton shirt underneath his armor, his arms raised as if my next move is to breathe fire at them.
“You want to repeat that again for me, buddy?”.
This voice is smooth, low but melodious, and as an arm wraps around my waist with a tight grip to pull me into a strong chest, a cloud of white smoke breathes out from behind me before the feeling of tiny droplets of water fall over my skin, and I suddenly realize that this must be the last dragon I had yet to meet.
Jungkook.
Faces turn pale as the purple scarf around the stranger’s neck speaks for itself, and the knights who picked a fight with me for no good reason stutter out endless apologies before running away without looking back, the glint they could find in the dragon’s eyes letting them know that they were not to repeat themselves as they were asked, else they would surely lose their head.
And for some reason… watching them leave like this pisses me off even more.
What are they running away from like this? They have no problem saying all that bullshit in my face all the time, so why does it only take a dragon to get them like that?
“Stupid pieces of trash, lowlife garbage, ugly piles of horse shit” I utter under my breath while running the blade of my sword against my leg to clean up the metal before sheathing it back in the scabbard, unaware of the amused eyes still observing me as the others head over together.
“They call me a princess and a whore, but ask them to own up to their bullshit and they scamper off like scared headless chicken, fucking twats, what’s the point of all this nonsense if I can’t even get satisfaction out of it in the end?” I continue while settling my sword back at my hip, the grumbling of my stomach not helping in putting me in a better mood, I’m going to eat the next bastard coming up to me with insults on his tongue, I swear-
“You’re hungry, aren’t you? Figured you’d be when even I had time to get here and eat breakfast before you. Here, I asked the cooks to keep a few things aside and into a bag for when you’d wake up”.
A cotton bag appears in front of my eyes and I find myself sniffing it like a dog would when I get the smell of bread and cheese, and is that… fruits? Why can I smell honey too?
Too hungry to really care that I haven’t greeted Jungkook yet, I snatch the bag from his hold to have a look inside and- goodness, this is all very good food, they put only the best in there!
A block of honeyed cheese melts in my mouth first while I get a handful of grapes, I feel starved as if I hadn’t eaten in ages when in reality, I ate very well last night, but either way, nothing is stopping me in my quest to fill my stomach with substantial food, not even my mates.
“I think she was hungry”.
“Hungry? I’d rather go with HANgry. She was ready to destroy every single knights coming up to her with snarky comments, I’ve never seen her like that before. It was hot”.
“Are we just going to ignore how she used two different dragon stances like it was a piece of cake? She had full control of the fights and ended them so quickly that starting them was a complete waste of time to begin with”.
“She’s been training with dragons for days now, of course switching back to inexperienced human knights will feel like child’s play for her. They stood no chance against her, it was a splendid thing we could see this morning”.
Hearing their praise now that my hunger has subsided allows me to feel a shyness crawl up my guts, and I clear my throat after swallowing the last piece of bread before slowly turning on my heels to stare at the new dragon, after which I bow in both apology and gratitude.
I wasn’t expecting to see two eyes of different colours, one blue and one green, but it made his gaze that much more captivating. They were clear and sparkling even in the few seconds I looked into them.
“You must be Jungkook, I’m sorry for not greeting you sooner. Thank you for keeping food aside for me, I don’t know if I would’ve been able to make it through the day otherwise. I’m Y/N Aithne Shields, as you must already know, it’s nice to meet you”.
“Not to worry, I got to see a spectacular sight of your sword skills so I am more than satisfied. I only wish it didn’t have to include any of those knights insulting you, but you showed them what you were made of better than any of us saw coming. Those were Taehyung and Jimin’s stances, weren’t they?”.
I raise my head to stare at the two mentioned dragons, part of me already looking for some sort of approval that I did good and did not in fact go against some rules, but the look of pride on their faces is more than enough to assure me that I’m safe and I relax before nodding at Jungkook.
“I’m not confident to use Hoseok and Yoongi’s yet, but Taehyung and Jimin’s were a bit more accessible and… I was angry, that made it easier to stop overthinking everything. I didn’t know you were looking so that helped too” I admit, something that makes Seokjin and Hoseok snort lightly while Yoongi frowns.
“My sword dance isn’t that hard to use, I’m sure you could manage it too” he defends himself as if my lack of confidence is his fault, and I shake my head quickly with a look of disbelief on my face, he cannot mean that.
“Yoongi, I don’t even know how your sword dance works yet, when I duel against you, it’s like staring right at my death. You’re too fast”.
Namjoon nods at my statement and that somehow makes me feel better because that means I’m not the only one thinking that way about the black haired dragon.
“Honestly, she’s right. You forget that you trained hard to be a shadow knight, Yoongi, you’re the best when it comes to being invisible. Sometimes, I feel like calling you an assassin would be more accurate, you’re too fast when you give it your all”.
Yoongi huffs indignantly at that.
“I don’t know if I should take that as a compliment or as an insult. You might not be able to follow my dance, but I know she will be able to replicate it one day. I have high hopes because she’s a fast learner, that much has been revealed and confirmed this morning”.
I nervously stand from one foot to the other while looking around our group for a distraction that does not come, can we talk about something else before he asks me to try it in front of everyone? I truly am not confident enough to perform his dragon dance without practicing it on my own first.
“Maybe you are right, but I don’t think our young mate is willing to try right now” Jungkook comes to my rescue when he sees that I’m already trying to come up with a way to run away, something that he would not allow - he would follow behind me until I stop running if that were to happen.
Yoongi grumbles but otherwise does not say anything, and Hoseok pats his shoulder to comfort him.
“It hasn’t been long yet since we met, give her some time, Yoongi. It’s not like she’s required to learn all of our dragon dances, so it would not be wrong of her to stick to the ones she’s more comfortable using if that is what she prefers” he says words that calm the dragon down, and I inwardly sigh in relief when Yoongi finally relents.
“Yeah… I know you’re right, Hoseok. I only wish I could see her using it at least once, I bet it would be a magnificent sight”.
“I- I’ll try it one day, Yoongi, I promise. Just… not today” I blurt out though quite shyly to reassure him that I will make his wish happen one day, and his soft gummy smile is everything when he stares at me to see the sincerity over my face.  
“I’ll wait however long you need, sweetheart, forgive this selfish dragon for making you feel under pressure, it wasn’t my intention” he apologizes politely, and I respond to his small bow with one of my own with round eyes, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this.
“Not at all, I’m perfectly fine, don’t worry”.
Jungkook steps closer and wraps his arm around me a second time once this matter concluded, satisfied with how everything is going.
“Great, now that this is settled, how about we leave the fortress for today? We could go to that oasis a few miles from here to bath in the fresh water, or… oh! We could reach the other town nearby, Seadhor! We could reach there in three hours if we leave now in our dragon forms, what do you think? Anything would be better than staying here where there’s too much to dislike” he adds the end with a hint of disgust that I understand too well.
It’s just as the others had predicted Jungkook would say and while I would rather keep training since I do feel some adrenaline from earlier still flowing throughout my body, I quickly give my approval because indeed, anything would be better than staying here.
My tolerance is running low today and I can’t guarantee that I wouldn’t fight against other knights with too much free time on their hands.
Namjoon hums as he ponders the options.
“None of us have our horses yet except for Taehyung so we can’t go too far, Jungkook. Our young mate has never been on a dragon before and I don’t think this is the time and place to try. I asked our attendants to bring our mounts over so that we can remain on land with her on our way to the Capital, but it will take at least another day before they get here so I do believe we should stay in Orton for now”.
Jungkook and I pout at the same time, the prospect of staying here not one we want to entertain in the slightest, though what Namjoon said made sense too. I do not know how to ride a dragon, that much is true. The thought alone of being in the sky is intimidating and scary, though also exciting.
What does the world look like from up there? A part of me longs to find out and feel the breeze against my skin while the other would probably beg me to hold onto the nearest thing to remain on ground for as long as possible.
I sigh softly, gaze on the ground as I kick a rock, lost in my thoughts. If it was only up to me, I would be long gone from Orton, in a permanent kind of way, but there’s not much we can do at the moment since my transfer is still ongoing.
At this pace, I’m going to have to see Commander Rayner to ask him why it’s taking so long, I feel like I’m going to lose patience very soon. Why is it taking so long? Are they beginning to doubt that I can do a good job in the capital?
Jimin chuckles at my obvious dislike of Namjoon’s opinion on what we should be doing for now before bumping his shoulder against my own, an act that pulls a tiny smile from me. A tiny, barely seen smile that softens their souls.
“What’s wrong, love? You can tell us what’s on your mind, the decisions are not only in our hands but in yours as well. What would you rather be doing today? We will do our best to make it happen if it’s within our power, only, we cannot guess if you remain quiet”.
I raise my head to stare at him with a bashful glow in my eyes, then bring my gaze to the six other dragon knights currently observing me in silence. Can I really make a personal request, no matter how selfish it may be?
My eyes eventually stop on Hoseok, the red-haired man who has given me much comfort during our conversation from yesterday morning, and his words immediately come back to mind as I hold his gaze. He did say that I could be selfish now, didn’t he? That I could do whatever I want now?
His lips stretch into a smile when he manages to understand where my mind is taking me, and he tilts his head in curiosity.
I bite on my tongue before breathing in deeply to steady my nervous heart, then dig my heels into the ground before squaring up my posture so I can look more confident even though I have not a single clue if my request will be taken seriously or not.
“The truth is… I’m really tired of being stuck here. I keep being told to wait until the transfer finalizes, until we get confirmation that I can go to the capital and I’m just… so sick of it. I’ve had enough of doing nothing when I could be on my way to my family already. That’s how I feel”.
Taehyung softly takes a hold of my hand once I’ve spoken my mind, and I stare into his beautiful eyes as he smiles with a gentleness that always takes me aback when directed at me. It’s not something I was granted much in Orton, so to be offered it by seven dragons… it’s really not easy to get used to.
“Waiting here any longer when I have gotten a taste of how everyone is going to treat me from now on earlier… I’d rather leave Orton today, even if it means having to ride a dragon for the first time” I admit sheepishly, unsure of what impact my words will have.
And even if nothing happens in the end, I’m glad that they at least allowed me to tell them how I really feel about my current situation. It’s not something I was allowed to do much until now, other knights were never that interested to listen to my opinions.
The seven men share a look that I don’t quite understand at my admission, and Taehyung suddenly tilts my head up with a finger under my chin so I can look into his green-ish eyes, the heat I can feel from his touch causing me to unconsciously melt into him to get more of it.  
“Have you already packed your belongings, little one? I’d have to let Rayner know first, but I am adamant he would not oppose to this new plan should we tell him that we are to take our leave today. I do believe the man is not foolish enough to refuse a dragon knight his harmless request, especially if it is to please his pretty little mate”.
I gulp as a blush fully covers the whole of my face, and Yoongi lets his fingers wiggle against his side, the temptation of squishing my cheeks between his palms stronger than him - he definitely would’ve done so if there weren’t so many of his mates in the way right now.
Another time, perhaps.
“I have not… but there is not much to bring home. One small bag will be enough” I let him know with a stuttering heart that pleases him, though the meaning behind my words is sadder than any of them would let show on their faces.
Do I not own anything? Will my bag only contain simple little trinkets of old times? That would be sad indeed.
“Then we shall get that done. Since we cannot bring Eclipse and Bear with us, we’ll have to land at some point to let our attendants know to reach Orton to get our mounts before coming back to Goldwyn, but that won’t be a problem for them. They are used to sudden change of plans so they’ll take good care of your girl, I promise, she’ll be in good hands with them” he assures me as he moves his hand from my chin to my hip, and he grins slyly when a sudden pull towards him makes me gasp a little.
“Now… since you have seven dragons more than eager to offer you a ride back to the Capital, we need to discuss about whom it will be, as well as whom will accompany you in human form so that you do not remain alone on a dragon’s back”.
I blink at him as I process what it is that he just told me, then glance at the others when I hear them shift closer with interest.
They will not make me choose, will they? I cannot choose two out of seven on my own, that would not be right.
“I would love to keep her company” Seokjin speaks up first before anyone else can formulate a single noise, and one look at him is enough to see that he would gladly force anyone into a duel to keep his desired position.
“Well I desire that too” Yoongi utters with a frown and a stance that show me he would gladly accept the duel if needed, and Taehyung sighs as he looks down at me with forlorn eyes. “As would I. It feels like forever ago when I was allowed a moment with her”.
“Well I for one have not spent a single moment with her, so I believe I should be granted the position of accompanying her at least for today. You lot have been with her, whether alone or in small groups, but I was busy talking with those lousy knights all this time. How is that fair?” Namjoon speaks up next and when Jungkook growls in displeasure, my eyes widen with nerves.
“What about me, then? All I saw of her this morning was of her fighting other knights, knights who disrespected and verbally abused her in front of me. Shouldn’t I be allowed peaceful time by her side as well?”.
“Then I shall be the dragon bringing her home, as my way of apologizing for scaring her yesterday” Yoongi shares his new idea next, which has Jimin perking up with the desire to do the same as he also had a say in my getting sick yesterday, and lo and behold, hell breaks loose when none of them can seem to reach a consensus together.
Hoseok is alone to sigh calmly as he observes his mates throw words left and right to try and gain a moment with me, as if acting that way would make anything easier when clearly, they all have their own opinions of how this day should go.
“Perhaps we should ask our mate? Maybe she would rather choose herself, since this all concerns her comfort after all”.
Silence follows his statement and when they all turn to stare at me with expectations, I need to take a step back from Taehyung to free myself from the hold his warmth has on me to think rationally, else they will really start fighting because of me.
To think that this is happening because I told them that I would like to leave Orton now… maybe I should’ve been more patient after all, then we would’ve left with our horses together and things would have been more enjoyable for everyone.
But then again, leaving on a dragon will allow me to see my parents and my sister much, much faster so really… is that not a good thing? The only difficulty here is that there are seven dragons who all want the same roles, while there is only one me.
“What if… what if we separated the travel in half? I could begin with Yoongi and Namjoon, then end with Jimin and Jungkook? I wish everyone could find satisfaction in how the travel goes but… there are too many of you for what needs to be done” I eventually speak with hesitation, for there is not much else to be done about this.
If they want me to choose, then I shall with the best of my abilities, however lacking they may be.
“If that is what our mate desires, then I shall respect her wishes. There will be other opportunities to share a precious moment with her, I am sure” the eldest of the dragons relents first, much to my relief, and though Hoseok and Taehyung are also not granted much today, they also understand that there is fairness in my decision.
Yoongi and Jimin indeed require to apologize for the panic they forced upon me while Namjoon and Jungkook have, as mentioned earlier, not been allowed a single moment by my side until now.  
Seokjin did not get much either, other than what followed my getting sick, but considering that the bond is new and quite overwhelming to the human that I am, he will swallow his disappointment so that it does not make things any worse for me.
“That sounds fine to me. Thank you for making the decision for us, dear mate, you have saved us from quite a headache” Namjoon comments with a smile full of contentment as he takes me in with creased eyes, and I smile back with a nod of the head, for as long as they don’t fight, then all shall be well.
It’s then that Jimin decides to pull me under his arm with a wide smile that makes him look adorable all of a sudden. How is that even possible when he looked so handsome a moment ago? How can they switch so easily?
“Then, shall we head to you room together, love? I will help you to pack your belongings while the others get everything ready. Hm?”.
“Out of the question. You will get hours with her very soon so leave that task to us, you greedy dragon” Seokjin counters readily before pulling me away from Jimin and into his strong hold where Hoseok is already by his side and nodding eagerly. Is this how dolls feel when children fight over them?
The blue dragon is already on the verge of complaining when Taehyung stops him as peacefully as possible by holding one of his hands tightly.
“Leave them to it, Jimin, they’ll get little to no time with her until we make it to the Capital after all. Come with me to see Rayner, alright? You can always see her again once we’re about to leave” Taehyung tries to break the fight before it begins, and the beautiful dragon knight pouts before nodding his head slowly.
I never would’ve thought that it would be so difficult to take care of seven dragons at the same time, but there is only so much I can do considering that I am what I am. It’s more difficult to deal with than I would’ve liked, seeing them sad pains me greatly.
“Well… Namjoon, Yoongi and I will… um. We will wait in the hall until it’s time to go” Jungkook then says with a weary smile, for there is nothing else to do after all. My room is not big enough to allow everyone to follow, and it would only make me feel pressured, which is not their goal.
“Perfect. With that said, let’s go, my sweet mate. I would be most curious to see your room, I want to see what it looks like. Lead the way, we will follow” Hoseok chirps happily before taking me by the hand, and when Seokjin takes my other, it suddenly feels like I am a child walking with her guardians.
Needless to say that it feels quite strange. This will certainly take time getting used to, though I do not hate it.
“There’s not much to see in my room, Hoseok. I fear you will be disappointed”.
“I’m sure there is a charm to it that only visitors can see. Be it in the mess, or lack thereof, there is always something interesting that speaks of the owner’s personality. Do not concern yourself over how much you own, that will not bother me” he makes sure to reassure me when he sees the worry in my eyes, but though I remain unconvinced, I still nod my head at him as we enter inside the living quarters, leaving behind our other mates who look over us with puppy sadness.
“Very well. As long as you know what to not expect… it should be fine”.
NEXT
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Horny Peeping Sister cont
Chapter 8
While almost getting caught seemed to deter Jim from wanting to go out spying, it didn’t bother Becky in the least. At the very next opportunity, she begged her dad to go out with her again, but Jim refused. Fortunately for Becky, there was more than one willing cock available to her. “I’ll go!” Tom volunteered. “I mean, I know I’m not dad or anything, but don’t forget it was me who got you into this in the first place.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever forget, and I know I’ll never be able to thank you enough,” Becky said, giving her brother a kiss on the cheek. “But come on, mom won’t be gone forever and I want to be here when she gets back.” With a touch of remorse and more than a bit of apprehension, Jim watched his kids rush outside, both clad in their special dark clothing. He knew that he should stop them, that what they were doing was dangerous, but he also knew that spying was the most exciting thing in the world, especially when it was shared with family. Tom knew all about his sister and father nearly getting caught, and he was anxious to get a look at Diane so they headed right to her house. But when they got there, the lights in the living room were on, and the bedroom with the sliding glass door was dark.
They waited for a few minutes, hoping Diane might show up. But both Tom and Becky knew that their time was precious so when nothing happened, they took off again, this time hurrying toward the sexy older blonde with the orgy room.
Through the weeks of their spying, they had discovered that the blonde was always good for a show. It seemed she was always fucking and seldom with the same men. At home they made jokes about her, wondering how she made her living when it seemed she was always fucking. From down the alley they could see that, as usual, her light was blazing. They took up their usual spots in the vacant lot across the alley from her bedroom, and settled down for some good hot looking.
Tonight the blonde was entertaining a young boy. He looked a little familiar to Becky, and she wondered if he was in one of her classes at school. If he was, she knew she’d never paid much attention to him. He was nothing special to look at but when her eyes swept down from that semi-familiar face to his cock, she gasped. The nerd had a mega-cock!  The boy was on his back, naked on the bed. The buxom blonde wore a black garter belt and black stockings as she knelt on the bed beside him, her hand running up and down the incredible shaft of his cock.
“Now you just relax, Bobby,” the woman said. “You’re going to love this, trust me. Have I ever done anything to you that you didn’t like?”
“No-nooo,” the boy croaked, his voice breaking with his nervousness.  Across the alley Tom and Becky stared. Then they noticed that not only the curtains but also the window itself was open, bringing the blonde’s lusty words to them. “Great, now we can hear ‘em, too!” Tom whispered.  He spoke quietly, aware that if he and Becky could hear them, they could her him and Becky if they weren’t careful. Getting caught sounded exciting when it happened to someone else, but Tom wasn’t too keen on putting himself in that kind of danger. “Remember to be quiet,” he reminded his sister.
“I know,” Becky said indignantly. “I’ll be more careful this time, don’t worry.”
The moans of the prone boy reached their ears and made the teenagers twist with their own young lust. Then the blonde leaned forward, her tits hanging down, and closed her painted red lips around the head of Bobby’s prick. His cries changed when she engulfed his prick-tip.  Easily the woman took all of his long cock and then pulled back and then took it again, moving with a slow, fluid rhythm. She ate and released the many inches of his cock as if it were the easiest thing in the world.
Becky watched intently and swallowed. Neither her brother nor her father had a cock the size of this kid’s, and she had yet to master their pricks. She couldn’t imagine taking something like this. The boy jerked and shuddered, his cock suddenly exploding in the woman’s mouth.  His body was taut with release, the cords in his neck standing out as he tossed his head back and writhed in pleasure.
Becky and Tom could see the blonde’s throat working as she gulped down his thick load. While she ate his cream, she kneaded his balls, making sure she got everything. Then, even after the boy quit moving and she quit swallowing, she kept his cock in her mouth, sucking it as eagerly as ever. “S-s-sorry I came so fast,” the boy said shakily, trying to get up. But the blonde threw one leg across him and kept him pinned to the bed. Her mouth was still tight around his cock, and she looked up at him with eyes that told him to stay put. “But I came already,” he whined. “You can stop now, I...”
A dark-haired woman stood. She was naked except for a pair of high-heeled pumps which she kicked off after walking over toward the bed.  “Mom!” the boy cried, struggling more vigorously against the blonde who continued to suck his prick. “What are you doing here?”
“I got tired of paying Brenda to fuck you and that big horny cock of yours all the time so I thought I’d drop by for a little fun myself.” Becky and Tom looked at each other in shock. This was better than anything they had ever hoped for!
“Can you imagine our mom saying that?” Tom snickered.
“Not in a million years,” Becky replied. “I don’t know how dad stands it.”
Bobby’s mom crawled up onto the bed with him and brought her head near to his. Her face hovered above him and she smoothed back his hair as she looked down at him tenderly. “It hasn’t been easy since your father left,” she said to her son. “And watching you grow up and get big, well, pardon me if I forget I am your mother.”
“Jesus!” Tom gasped as he watched the woman plaster her mouth to her son’s and give him a kiss the likes of which neither boy had ever seen before. The woman bore down on her son, her mouth covering his completely. She twisted her lips this way and that, as if she wanted to screw herself right to her child by the mouth. Her long, painted nails held him by the ears, making it impossible for him to get away. While the one woman plastered her mouth to his, the other kept up her vicious cock-sucking. As they worked him over, his struggles became less urgent and soon his motions were more the soft, subtle ones of pleasure rather than the violent ones of escape. “This is too much,” Tom said, freeing his cock from the prison of his jeans. “Two women at once—what more could a guy want?” Becky reached for her brother’s prick, but he was too caught up in watching Bobby and the women to notice. He just turned back to face the window, his face set in a lewd smirk, leaving Becky with an extended, but empty, hand. She withdrew her hand, unzipping her own jeans and touching the wet, silky crotch of her panties. If Tom was going to be satisfied with his own hand, then she could be too. She rubbed her bumpy cunt-mound gently, excitement coursing through her veins. Like they were watching television or a movie, Becky and her brother stared fixedly at the women and the boy in the room. At last Bobby’s mother turned him loose and the boy panted for air, his thin chest heaving with the effort of breathing. His mother smiled down at him and again caressed the side of his face. Then, quickly, she whirled herself around so that she was straddling his head, her pussy just a few inches from his startled face.
“Brenda tells me you’re a very good cuntlapper,” she said, bobbing her cunt up an down so that her dark bush brushed against his lips. “Well let’s see if these lessons I’ve been paying for have taught you anything!”
Bobby let out a yelp and then his mother plunged her pussy down on top of his face, covering his mouth completely with the dripping meat of her cunt. She rolled her head back and gyrated her hips, grinding her cunt tight against his young face. By then the juices of Becky’s cunt had saturated her thin panties and they offered no more of the delightful stimulation she had previously enjoyed. She jerked the crotch to one side and let her fingertips go after her bare cunt-flesh.  With the tips of all her fingers flattened together, Becky rubbed her cunt, smearing around the juices that ran from her inner reservoir. She was on her knees now, as was her brother, and they both swayed drunkenly as they played with themselves.
Tom had flipped his balls out over the open zipper of his pants and he cupped them in one hand while he jacked his cock with the other. He sometimes held them up tight around the base of his prick, squeezing them just right. Other times he massaged them between his fingers, working them back and forth.
Becky’s fingers ran down and over the curve of her pussy, their tips automatically falling into the open gash of her cunt. She took three fingers inside of her and bobbed her cunt up and down on them, her semi-naked ass working out and in to make her pussy fuck at her fingers.
“Oh, yes, darling, do me just like that,” Bobby’s mother sighed from atop his face. The boy had given in to his seductress, and he must have been fucking her pussy with his tongue very well for her sighs of satisfaction rang out in the night.
Becky and Tom each fingered themselves a little faster as they watched the mother getting off on her son’s mouth and tongue. At the other end of the boy, nearly forgotten by the onlookers, Brenda at last pulled her face from the boy’s prick and gave her tired jaws a rest. Then she moved herself around and, much to the boy’s surprise, climbed aboard his up-thrusting prick. “Yes, Brenda, yesss! Let’s fuck him together!  Let’s fuck him and fuck him and fuck him! Ahhh!”
Bobby’s body tried to buck the woman on his cock up while he ate the other one out, but it was too difficult. He flopped around beneath them like a fish out of water and at last Brenda spoke, her voice like satin. “Don’t worry honey, just relax and do your mommy, I’ll do all the work back here.” She began to buck herself slowly, moving in waves of sexual delight. She now faced the woman sitting on Bobby’s face and soon she reached out for her and the two women embraced, the boy laboring beneath them.
“I don’t fuckin’ believe it!” Tom grunted, his cock sticking straight out in front of him. “He’s fuckin’ both of them! Fuck! Where do I sign up?”
Becky giggled at her brother’s eagerness, but she had to admit that the scene turned her on like crazy too. And when the two women started to kiss and feel each other up, Becky felt her cunt lurch. She’d never seen two women get it on before, and she found the sight strangely erotic. The girl watched intently as the women ran their fingers up and down the front of each other’s body. Bobby’s mother was obviously older than Brenda, and nowhere near as beautiful, but she still looked good to Becky.
Together they cupped and smashed each other’s tits, their hips still moving with fucking motions over Bobby. What no one but Bobby was aware of was the way Brenda was working over his cock with the skilled muscles of her cunt. His prick was already threatening to erupt from the controlled way she fucked him on the inside as well as on the outside of her luscious body.
Bobby reached down blindly and caressed her stockinged legs, loving the way the taut fabric hugged her thighs. His fingers also touched his mother’s legs and he was shocked that her body would be so close to Brenda’s. What was going on up there? he wondered.
Becky and Tom knew what the two women were up to, and it was a sexy sight indeed. They each leaned forward and rubbed their sweaty tits together, the fronts of their bodies slithering against one another erotically.
For a moment Tom had to stop jacking on his cock. The two women were making him come too fast so he held off for a while, letting his rising come calm back down. But Bobby was not as able to control his own destiny. Almost as quickly as he had come before, his cream again jetted from the open tip of his prick, this time filling Brenda’s pussy instead of her mouth.
“Oh yeah, give it to me, come on, give it to me,” she said sexily, her words helping to drain his balls.
“Shit!” Tom grunted, grasping his bobbing cock again with both hands.
“I gotta come too!” Becky was in the same state, but she was just not as vocal about it. She manhandled her clitty and jammed three fingers up into her pussy over and over again as she watched this mini-orgy.  Cream poured from her pussy-hole and made her finger-fucking wet and juicy.
It was as if the orgasm Bobby had enjoyed spread right through him into the body of his mother. For just as Brenda made the boy cream and then fell off his withering prick, the mother began to cry and then gave a shudder as if her body might break apart. She thrust her coming cunt down against her son’s face more violently than ever as her orgasm tore through her. She shimmied and gasped, her body pitching forward and then tossing backward. At last she too fell from the exhausted boy and landed tangled together with Brenda. The sultry blonde moaned and gently moved around until Bobby’s mother’s face was very near to Brenda’s cream-filled cunt.
“Oh no, she wouldn’t!” Tom exclaimed. “Oh God!”
But in an instant it became clear to the young voyeurs that she certainly would. As if she were starving, she pounced on Brenda’s pussy, vacuuming out her son’s jism. “Oh! Ohhh!” Becky moaned, her cunt trembling as she watched the woman-to-woman sex. Becky had never imagined something like this would turn her on so powerfully. But her cunt pulled itself tight around her fucking fingers and then exploded, pulsing around her fucking hand as she continued to pound herself with it.
“You’re not kiddin’!” her brother grunted in agreement, his cock hosing down the bushes around them. From the corner of her eye Becky could see the white stream of her brother’s ejaculation. For an instant she was torn, not knowing which was the more erotic sight, one woman eating the other or her own brother coming off. Then she made her choice and turned her full attention to Tom. On the bed in the house, Bobby rolled onto one side and watched the two women go at each other.
For many minutes, the three teenagers looked on in awe as the adults writhed in extreme lust. Bobby reached out to touch his mother, fingering her cunt as she sucked his cream from the bowl of Brenda’s pussy. Outside in the darkness, Becky and Tom tingled with the many more orgasms they knew they could have.
But then Tom took a look at his watch and shook his sister gently by the shoulder, bringing her out of her trance. “Hey!” he whispered. “I think we better go. It’s about time for mom to get home. If we wanna be there first, we’re gonna have to get a move on.”
Her eyes still on the window, Becky nodded. Still staring at the incredible sight of the continuing orgy, she shimmied back into her jeans and ran her fingers through her hair. Tom got to his feet first and offered his sister a sweaty hand. With a smile she let him help pull her to her feet and the two of them ran back down the alley, racing to see who could get home first.
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Astrology observations part 8 🪽
(Disclaimer: this post is just some observations not facts. If you can’t relate to any of those that’s okay we all have different experiences)
- Pisces with fire placements make someone that is aggressive than usual. Especially if they have Aries in the personal placements but the good about it is that they are passionate about their loved ones
- Gemini’s are either really honest or the most sneaky bitches ever
- Capricorn are either really loud or hate loud people and even if they are on the loud side as they grow older they will calm down a lot.
- I have noticed that anyone who has Leo placements or 5th house makes them really happy,smiley or positive people.
- libra women smile a lot for now reason sometimes or they are the type of women who will laugh at ur joke even if it isn’t funny at all. (fake it till u make it girly pops)
- 8th house,Scorpio,Taurus and Leo placements they don’t forgive and don’t forget. (Be aware they can turn you into a stranger)
- believe it or not Gemini are really romantic people and they always looking for love. That’s why they getting married a lot of times or have a lot of lovers through their lives (especially women)
- earth signs are ruthless when they are angry.
- you can’t lie to Scorpio,Leo,Capricorn and Virgo placements. They are always 1 step ahead of you.
- 6th house mercury will talk about health,being organised and work.
- I have noticed that air placements are so good with technology (my mom is 56 and has a lot of Gemini placements and when I show her something then she gets it and uses the phone like a pro)
- I’m talking from personal experience but as a Pisces I always get Deja vu. Like I’m sitting with my bestie and then I stop and say “why I feel we have been said that before" I’m a delusional baddie 💅🏻 so Siri play Deja vu by Beyoncé
- Scorpio sun with Scorpio mercury and Scorpio rising is something with one look it’s scarryyy but actually they might be goal oriented and very closed people but once u are in their circle they will treat you like you are the most special human being.
- why air mercuries have to be soo sarcastic…? Like y’all funny I love it so much tho.
- mutable signs can do 100 things at once. (Me who writes this blogs,eats,watches a show and play a game between thoughts).
- Pisces mercury are sooo creative and sweet. Like I can’t even tell u have much of good listeners they are.
- I have noticed that Leo or fire signs tend to share a story by adding a lot of sauces to make it sound more dramatic. Definitely the best story tellers
- Aquarius placements are funnyyy because something serious is happening and they don’t react at all they just act like everything is fine. They might cry and still go the things they have to do
- water signs + Taurus love to sleep a lot. (Lazy girly pops 💅🏻)
- I don’t know why but I have noticed all the Capricorn people I have met or seen in my life they are TALL. Like idk why that happens.
- earth signs want things to be done…fast as possible . Time is money 🤌🏻
- Sagittarius and Aquarius love to travel A LOT
- cancers are amazing in anything that has to do painting or drawing.
That’s all🪽
Thank u for reading until the end. I’m greatful about it 🥰 again these aren’t facts and I’m not native American so I’m trying my best.
Stay healthy and hydrated 🫶🏻🥰
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Astro Obs✨
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Earth signs in the 5th house are most likely not going to date. Earth signs are all about their priorities, and making sure everything is stable for them. Dating may most likely be last on their list as they may view relationships as something potentially unstable.
Water signs in the 5th house may prioritize relationships on the other hand. There’s nothing more comforting than bonding with a special someone, and allowing yourself to be feeling consumed by your emotions for another person.
Fire and air signs in the 5th house is both. Both as in, a 50/50 chance of focusing on one or the other. They’ll most likely be okay with having someone if that someone is just as passionate or share some commonalities as them.
Sagittarius and Pisces moons are blessed but also…not cursed, but burdened. Having such a wide range of emotions and feeling them with great intensity. If you’re into modern astrology as well, the blur between emotions and reality, thanks to Neptune only adds salt to the wound.
On the other hand, having a Capricorn and Scorpio moon represent the same thing as the aforementioned observation.
I’m low-key obsessed with this placement (because I have it lol) but I think Lilith in the 1st house has more power than Scorpio ascendants/Pluto in the first house. Lilith brings out the very primal instincts that people have, while the other two tear down the masks that people put up. I’m honored to have this placement but at the same time… not so much
I don’t remember who this was, but someone said to use the Astrolog version of your birth chart on astrodienst…to calculate your dominate planets. Well, I had a difficult time doing so, however I noticed that I have moon square neptune in that type of chart compared to a regular wheel, which doesn’t show that aspect. I think it’s quite fitting considering what that aspect is interpreted as, and aligning with my emotional reactions/judgement in experiences I have in life. However, I am also developing self-awareness, something that a lot of us moon-neptune people lack (esp the harsher aspects). Just a reminder that squares show where work needs to be done and it’s not impossible, just difficult.
I also notice that I have saturn in my 8th house in my descendant persona chart. In cancer. One thing I do notice is that I can withdraw my emotions and care if I feel like my presence is being threatened. It’s kind of like the other person’s karma. When I say threatened, I mean it when someone talks down on me, or says something bad about me behind my back. Their finances and ability to have intimacy goes down pretty bad. They can’t handle money, and they will feel like they will not get close to anyone.
Pisces/Aquarius ascendants, Pluto is retrograde back into Capricorn, so time to thug it out a little longer! As a reminder, I suggest using this time for introspection and really analyzing what (more so who) needs to leave your life. It will be transiting your 11th house and 12th house respectively. Usually when this happens, you may see or go through another thing or two before the planet really moves on. Godspeed loves🫡.
At this point moon in the first house synastry can be quite uncomfortable. The house person may be physically acclimated to the moon person’s emotions, and can act them out, while the moon person is emotionally…freaked out lmao. You can see the moon person’s emotional reaction. It’s like a mirror being presented in front of the moon person and it’s just ✨awkward✨.
Is it just me or do people with earth in their 3rd house are extra cautious and naturally receptive when going out? Like somehow, we just know shit and have a habit of thinking about something crazy right before it happens, and it happens so quick that we don’t be having enough time to react😅😩.
I really wish minor aspects weren’t just ignored. I think that’s another problem with the pluto in sag generation. Y’all focusing on just the major aspects and ignoring the minor aspects. Yes, those definitely show you what’s the crazy (or grounded) energy you have in your chart, but same thing with the minor aspects! Every detail counts. Minor aspects are aspects that affect you on an energetic level, not necessarily physical…but if you can catch it, then more power to you! Example: I found out that I have Mercury Sesquiquadrate Uranus and I’m crying on the inside. A sesquiquadrate is also known as a sesquisquare. The prefix “sesqui-“ means “a half.” So a sesquiquadrate (or sesquisquare) is literally a “square and a half.” This is basically a strong Mercury-Uranus Square. (Don’t get me started on the struggle of having so much mental energy. Like as if having a virgo mars isn’t enough💀).
Another example is that I have Mars septile my moon. Not exactly the best aspect either😒. A septile is an aspect in which “Septiles form an angle of 51.5°. Septiles are considered mystical, associated with spiritual or energetic energy, and a finer, more subtle reality that is hidden from our own.” This aspect is most notably shown in charts of those who identified as clergy, spiritual leaders, etc. This is a pretty special aspect in my opinion! It’s nothing bad, just means that I have a literal bullshit detector.
Libra moon culture: Paying attention to every detail, and being nit-picky about it because that’s what momma raised you to be #likevirgolikescorpio.
Also, how are us cardinal moons doing?? We all have been universally going through the pluto square moon transit (except cap moons have pluto conjunction their moon). This has been quite emotionally taxing for me as well and I definitely can empathize with your frustration, rage, sadness, pain, anger, etc. How do people with this natal aspect live😭??
Pisces ascendants…how are we with this Saturn conjunction?? I noticed that the moment I stopped texting people first, people literally forget that I exist! (I have a draconic Leo moon so i need attention dammit). I even asked some people to remember that I exist and let’s just say that was a bit of a shit show. (Kinda glad pluto going back to my 11th House because time to ✂️✂️✂️).
(and yes I was acting like a little kid about it. i can say with confidence that I am one of the more resourceful friends in the group (gotta love being mutable dominant lmao) and honestly if any of my friends need help, and don’t say anything…ummm??? okay then.)
Gemini Saturns: How are we feeling? I know this saturn square saturn transit is killing us on the inside. Not a day goes by where I’m not in mental dread💀. I find myself spiraling pretty easily esp when it pertain to my identity (transit saturn in my first house) and my family (natal 4th house saturn). We got this! This is your sign that it will be okay!!
Okay that’s enough for y’all.
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imaginesforeons · 4 months
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The thing with the tongue (Yandere!Geto x Reader)
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~You're bored, but Geto is right there. You decide to put him to work~
This is actually inspired from the tv show The Great. There's one scene where Catherine demands that her husband "do the thing with the tongue", so I wanted to write something similar.
CW: Abusive Relationship. Kidnapping. Oral sex. AFAB reader. Face sitting.
Word Count: 1,259
18+ only
Reqs are OPEN! At the top of my page you can see what fandoms I write for, so DM me with your ideas!
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Never, you mused, had you ever been so bored.
To your left you hear the rustling of papers, and look over to see Geto, the man who had kidnapped you six months ago, shuffling through a stack of papers. You were in his office with him, set aside and forgotten on a plush couch like some type of trinket. Your eyes narrowed into a glare, but if he was aware of your gaze, Geto didn’t do anything to show it. He just absently clicked a pen, dabbing the tip on his tongue before signing a paper for who-knew-what.
A couple minutes later, he did the same thing again, stretching out his pink tongue to lick the nub of a pen. Next, he licked his finger, a quick, nimble stripe against the pad of his pointer. Before he went to turn a page, you saw the wetness of his spit gleaming on his skin in the office lights.
You chewed on your lip in a moment of indecision before you sighed, standing and brushing invisible dust off your clothes before walking up to him.
“Hey,” you said, kicking the side of his desk to get his attention.
Geto blinked, and looked up from his stack of papers. “Yes?”
You felt a heat rising to your cheeks, but you plowed forward. “Do the thing with the tongue.”
“Oh?” A cheshire grin spread across his face. “I’m afraid there are lots of ‘things with the tongue’. You’ll have to be more specific, pet.”
You hissed a breath between your teeth. “Get on the couch, lay down, and let me sit on your face,” you snapped. “Then do the thing with the tongue.”
Geto laughed, but that was all he did. You were grateful, though you’d never let him know it. If he had said anything else you’d have probably run from the room, hot from shame, all to hide away until Geto felt like finding you again.
Sex with Geto was a relatively new development. Even though you had been with Geto six months - six months, one week, and five days, to be exact - anything sexual with him hadn’t happened until a few weeks ago, give or take. That wasn’t to say Geto hadn’t tried. He had tried a lot, in fact, since the moment he had stolen you away, with a determination and patience that you would call impressive, if you weren’t the recipient of it. He would trail his hand along the small of your back, give you romantic gifts of flowers and chocolates, or hold you in his lap. At night, when the two of you were in bed - in the same bed, because Geto had never allowed you your own room - he’d offer you massages, or try to press kisses against your lips, your brow, the corners of your eyes.
For a long time, you fought him, hiding or running, but that never worked, at least not for the long-term. It made you so, so tired to always be in fight or flight, and you never knew how lonely it could be without someone by your side. So, finally, you gave in. One night a few weeks ago, you were sprawled across Geto in bed, the man languidly playing with your hair. When he pressed a coaxing kiss against your lips, you pressed back. After that, it was all heat and sensation and Geto.
You cried afterwards. You did it in the bathroom where no one saw, but you’re pretty sure Geto still knew about it. After that, you and Geto had done things together more and more often, but this was the first time you initiated.
As Geto got on the couch, you didn’t bother with any of your clothes but your panties, sliding them down your legs and around your shoes to toss them in some forgotten corner of the room. Climbing on the couch, you straddled his chest, looking into a dark pair of eyes for only a split second before looking away again, scared at the emotion in them.
“Well?” Geto asked, laying down fully and patting his face. “Come use me to your heart’s content.”
You only scooted forward in reply, spreading your legs and already feeling a deep ache in your core. With a sigh, you settled on his face, feeling his breath fan between your legs. 
Geto grabbed your thighs, impatience eating at him, and laved his hot tongue across the entirety of your pussy. You squeaked, whimpered, and felt Geto tease at your clit. With a groan you threw your head back, but you could feel him staring at you. Those endless, dark eyes would be looking up at you, a spark of something unnameable deep in their depths, the man beneath you devouring you in more ways than one. 
You were wearing a skirt today, and you think it’s perfect for the occasion. Geto liked to dress you. He liked to dress you and feed you and spoil you like a pampered pet, and it drove you close to insanity almost every day. You would fight back, snarling and spitting in his face, only to get that infuriatingly bland smile of his no matter how hard you sought a different reaction. This morning you had been too tired to fight, and you had let him coax you gently into a flowy, knee-length skirt, much to Geto’s delight.
For once, you were actually glad you listened to him as you lifted the skirt and draped it over him, covering the top half of Geto’s face. From between your legs you heard him bark out a laugh, and in response you ground your hips down, shuddering at the sensation. Now you could pretend it was just you in this empty room. You and the exuisiteness lapping at your sex.
Muscled arms looped around your thighs, pulling you forwards and down, his tongue circling around your entrance. You whimpered, then jerked as Geto firmly sucked on your clit, massaging your ass while he did so. Soon the two of you settled into a rhythm, the firm pressure of Geto’s tongue matching the erratic movement of your hips. The room filled with your barely suppressed whines, while beneath you the occasional grunt or groan from Geto was muffled by your skirt.
Geto flicked his tongue against your clit one more time before he delved into your pussy, fucking in and out of it like it was all he had ever dreamed of. His movements were raw, primal, and seemed to grow faster by the second. His hands on you squeezed hard once, as if in warning, before he suddenly forced you onto his face with so much strength you would have lost your balance if his hands had not been so firm.
This made his tongue go impossibly deeper, and when Geto groaned you let out a cry as you felt it vibrate up into you. You wouldn’t last much longer, your hands scrabbling desperately for something to hang onto until you found his hair. Clenching it between your fingers, you mewled as your climax pulsed through you, Geto’s tongue pumping in and out of your pussy at an impossible speed.
Finally, your spasming ceased, as did Geto’s ministrations. You allowed yourself only a few seconds of respite before you were up and off Geto, stubbornly ignoring the wet sheen coating the bottom half of his face.
Geto swiped his thumb over his bottom lip before popping it into his mouth, sucking it clean. When he smiled, he looked a little feral. “Delicious.”
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morganbritton132 · 1 year
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I adore Eddie falling asleep in front of the live stream and everything that follows
But now I’m also thinking of Steve one day seeing the live stream is still on but he has no idea how to turn it off so he has to ask Chat for help which he has to find first and it just turns into this hilarious quest of Chat trying to explain how to turn it off while Steve barely finds the chat to even read it
This is so painfully in line with this AU’s Steve and I love it so much. It’s perfect.
This time Steve is in the room when Eddie falls asleep, so he’s aware that there is a live-stream going on. He hasn’t been seen on camera, but the audience can hear him when he says, “You know what I’ve been craving?”
Followed by, “Benny’s Burgers. Isn’t that crazy?”
Followed by, “…Ed?”
Followed by, “Oh.”
Because Eddie’s eyes drifted shut ten minutes ago and they have yet to open. You can kinda hear movement and then Steve is wandering into the frame with his hands on his hips. He looks at the camera and frowns at it before he pokes Eddie in the arm, “Ed. Eddie, babe. You left the – the thing going.”
Eddie slumps over a little more and Steve sighs, running his hands through his hair. He doesn’t try to wake Eddie up anymore, just twists him around so he’s laying more comfortably. He throws a blanket over him and then wipes his hands of the whole situation. It is not his problem.
Except that makes him feel bad, so he comes back to the studio.
At first he just sits the phone facedown and leaves again, but he doesn’t like that either. What if Eddie talks in his sleep about the Upside Down (something that he has never done before), or has a bad nightmare, or farts and the whole internet hears it. Steve doesn’t want him to be embarrassed so, “It’s not rocket science, Harrington. Let’s figure this out.”
It might be rocket science.
For the audience at home, they get to experience Steve Harrington up close and personal because Steve is (1) not wearing his glasses and (2) cannot figure out how to end the stream. He keeps tapping at the screen, looking more and more annoyed as he does it, and then he stands up and walks out of the room.
Steve puts the phone on the coffee table in the living room, and then leaves again. After another five minutes, he comes back. The audience at home gets to watch this man mutter to himself as he places the phone in different rooms and then decides he doesn’t like it there and comes back for it (“The bathroom? Really, Harrington? What are you doing?”).
Frustrated with wasting the last hour of his life (much to the amusement of the people watching), Steve picks up the phone again and glares at it. He is sitting on the floor in the living room, squinting at the phone as he jabs at the screen again, “Tell me how to turn you off.”
Steve frowns, “Where’s the chatlog? I know there’s a – oh my god.”
“There was nothing wrong with AOL messenger!” Steve rants to the screen as he continues to poke at it. “I had AOL and I was happy. Everything was where it should be. Myspace was fine! I had a Myspace, but this – Oh! I got it. I got it! Hello. Can someone tell me how to turn this off?”
There are a lot of people in the chat. Most of them are excited that Steve is there and they’re gushing in the comments about how much they love him and appreciate him. Some people are asking questions about him. There are people begging him not to end the stream and others telling him to wake Eddie up.
There are even people who are genuinely trying to help him, but it’s all coming at Steve really fast. It’s sudden and overwhelming, and – “I’m too dyslexic for this.”
“I’ve got a brain like scrambled eggs, can – just one of you talk and tell me how to end this. Can you do that?” Steve asks, and everybody comments at once. “So, no. You can’t do that. Great.”
Steve rubs at his eyes and then does what he should’ve done in the first place and calls Dustin. He has his phone on speaker so the audience can hear when Dustin answers. Steve only says, “Help me.”
“With the stream or in general?”
“How do you –“ Steve stops, makes eye contact with the camera and then rolls his eyes. “Have I not suffered enough for you.”
“No.”
Steve has a look on his face like he’s about to remind Dustin that he was literally tortured in the name of scientific discovery but thinks better of it and says, “I’m telling Erica.”
“Fine, I’ll tell you how to end it.”
Dustin starts walking Steve through how to end the live stream but right before Steve hits the right button to end it all, both his phone and Eddie’s phone are knocked out his hands and you hear him yelp as he’s tackled over. The chat explodes and Dustin’s like, “Where’d you go? Steve?”
Then you hear the sound of a kiss and Eddie say, “I’ve missed you.”
There’s a smile in Steve’s voice when he says, “It’s been an hour.”
“Tell me about it.”
There’s the sound of another kiss and then, very loudly, Steve says, “Turn off your live-stream!”
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fandangotales · 1 year
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500 Followers Event, figured I would do it right out the gate so I didn't forget lol. Also, be aware this is lengthy and I am so sorry for it.
How do you think the characters (Jean, Ningguang, and Sara) would react to a reader who listens to crime and history stories while playing, in particular crime cases such as Jack the Ripper, history stories such as the South Sea bubble and the Depression, and war stories such as the American Civil war or stories from the world wars?
How would Jean react to hearing about the devil of Whitechapel who paralyzed London and was never caught? What would she think of a world where monsters like Jack roam while her god is defenseless.
How would Ningguang react to the first financial crash in history...and the fact that so many people actually fell for it?
How would she feel knowing about just how often our world has financial crashes and just how many troublers it has with currency, and more importantly how would she feel knowing that such times could engulf the world while her God calls it home?
How would Sara react to the bloody and horrible nature of our conflicts, because while Inazuma's civil war may have been bad, I feel that it utterly pales in comparison to the sheer devastation and madness that was America staining itself red.
How would the ever loyal general feel knowing just how devastating and horrific the wars of our world can be, and just how plentiful they are? How would she feel knowing that her creator could be caught in one such conflict with none of them there to protect them?
I intend to do something like this where the Acolytes get tormented with gruesome facts and stories by a child reader who is a history buff and decides to tell them some of the tales about our world...and promptly gives all of them nightmares in the process lol.
I hope to get on the idea...sometime this or next year because I have a few other projects I am working on and I know just how badly I tend to procrastinate.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy this ask, if you don't want to do it that is okay. Here is hoping I did everything right in regards to the rules in regards to this ask, but regardless have a great day and stay safe.
If you do end up writing that, I’d love to be tagged so that I can read it. Also, please don’t worry about your ask being troublesome, I’m honored to be getting an ask from one of my favorite SAGAU writers! Keep up the good work on your writing, I always love reading your posts! <3
Honestly, considering the way Teyvat works in regards to safety, and wars… I think it’s fair to say that many, if not all of the people there would be shocked by what life is like on Earth.
For example, if you decided to go out on an adventure by yourself, the worst you’d have to worry about would be hilichurls, considering that you aren’t going anywhere particularly dangerous.
On Earth, that simply wouldn’t work because there are a lot of bad people, and bad things that could happen to you if you were simply out on a walk at night. Especially if you weren’t in the company of another person.
If Jean heard about people who’ve done horrible things like murdering multiple people for… “The fun of it?”.
I can imagine her being repulsed, and incredibly concerned for your safety.
You may be the literal God of Teyvat, but would that stop anyone from randomly deciding to murder you, “for the fun of it?”
You might hear this idle voice line more often than the others:
“I do hope the Knights of Favonius are all working hard…”
She wants to tell you to take precautions against those with hostile intentions, to make sure you aren’t out to late… if only the code didn’t restrict her from voicing her thoughts.
For now she’d have to settle with reminding you of how safe Mondstadt was. With the Knights of Favonius, you would be safe.
With her, you’d always be safe.
Just… please be careful, alright?
The first time Ningguang heard about how terribly this world deals with money, she’d probably laugh.
“Oh, how amusing.” She’d chuckle, before realizing that it was your reality, instead of just a poorly made joke.
The idea of multiple currencies seems especially stranger to her, since Teyvat only uses Mora. (Disregarding the use primogems, which is only for you.)
One day, however, as you were talking while playing Genshin, she heard you bring up something called “inflation”.
You then proceeded to complain about how food prices where getting ridiculously expensive, and how your “fridge” had literally no food in it.
Ningguang seemed to freeze, being brought back to her early days as a child.
She had been through similar struggles, but knowing that her God is going through financial issues?
That her God is suffering because of the undeserving world in which they reside?
Preposterous.
“There were over 60 million casualties from World War 2…”
The voice droned on, as another daily commission was completed.
Sara’s face blanched, taking in the numbers.
60 million.
That was well over the number of citizens living in the entirety of Inazuma.
“The war was notable for the Nazi-sponsored genocide of the Jewish people…”
Genocide of people?
Why?
Her hands shook around her bow, as you guided her to shoot a hilichurl, directly in the head.
Sara heard you sigh, as the monotone voice was silenced.
Your divine voice spoke over the background music of the game.
“Third war I’ve had to research this week, interesting, huh?”
This was… considered an everyday occurrence for you?
Another shot, the hilichurl faded to dust.
You lived in a world where wars like that frequently happened-
She steeled herself, finding resolve as she struggled to keep shooting the hilichurls.
Sara would find a way to bring you to Teyvat, where you wouldn’t be in any danger, ever again.
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btsficsandsuch · 6 months
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Hi , i really like your writings and i enjoy reading your work very much. I read them after long and tiring work days to forget everything that bothers me. So thank you for sharing your work here. I appreciate it. I hope you're feeling great. I wanted to request a yoongi × reader drabble where they're friends and yoongi is trying to flirt with her, throwing some pick up lines etc. but she's kinda inexperienced with dating stuff (yoongi doesn't know that) so she's oblivious to the situation and doesn't get the pick up lines. He gets frustrated, starts to think that the reader is aware of his feelings and just playing dumb to save him from the heart break of rejection. Short time after he gives up, when they were hanging out at a party, someone tries to flirt with reader and she doesn't give a reaction and again doesn't understand the pick up line, yoongi hears the interaction and it clicks on him so he decides to confess directly. Fluffy with a happy ending.
Hope you like it! It’s been a minute since I’ve written for Yoongi.
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“Hey genius, I brought you some food.”, you said setting the bag of takeout on the table in Yoongi’s studio. He turned around with a smirk, “You’re such a charmer Y/N. How could I ever live without you?” The two of you had a friendship that was filled with lots of teasing and poking fun at each other. That’s how’s its always been for the three years that you knew each other.
Yoongi walked over and plopped down on the couch next to you before grabbing a container of food. Normally Yoongi hated small talk but he always enjoyed it when it came to you. The sound of your voice had a calming effect on him. “Do anything exciting today?”, he asked. You shook your head, “No not really. Just worked and then got food and came here.” “How about you?,” you asked. “Just worked on some music. I’m almost done with this new song.”, he smiled. The two of you continued to eat in silence while scrolling on your phones catching up on social media and whatnot. You started giggling when you came across a new meme of Yoongi dressed up as a cat and you eagerly handed him your phone to show it. He chuckled while looking over the photo before handing the phone back to you. “You know Y/N, if I really was a cat I’d spend all nine of my lives with you.”, he said. “Aww Yoongles you’re adorable.”, you smiled before taking another bite of your meal not giving it a second thought. Yoongi internally scolded himself at his weak attempt of a pickup line.
The two of you finished your meals and you quickly cleaned up wanting to let Yoongi get back to work. “Hey Y/N before you go can I get your opinion on a song I’m working on? I wrote it for someone really special to me. It’s still a work in progress so go easy on me.”, he smiled at you. “Yeah of course!,” you said happily taking the chair next to him. He clicked a few buttons and the song started flowing through the speakers,
“From the moment I met you, ya, my life was all you, ya
You’re the star that turns ordinaries into extraordinaries, oh yeah
One after another ay, ay, everything is special ay, ay
The things you’re interested in, the way you walk or talk, and every little trivial habit of yours.”
Quickly Yoongi turned off the music and shyly looked over at you biting his lip, “What did you think Y/N?” “I love it Yoongi. It already sounds amazing. Whoever this girl is you wrote that for is really lucky. I’d love to meet the person that turned my Yoongles into a romantic mess.” He chuckled on the outside but inside he’s dying. After that you give him a hug and say goodbye before heading home to get some rest.
The following morning you woke up to a text from Yoongi. You thought it was odd that he was already texting you this early on a Saturday but you figured he probably never even went to sleep.
Yoongi: Morning sleepyhead! What are you gonna do today?
Y/N: Not 100% sure. I was thinking about having a Disney movie marathon.
Yoongi: People always say that Disney is the happiest place on Earth, but they’ve clearly never spent a day with you ;)
Y/N: Silly boy! So you wanna come over?
Yoongi: Umm sure. I’ll be there in fifteen.
Y/N: Great! Can’t wait!!
Yoongi ran his hands over his face. He started to question if you ever had feelings for him or if he just interpreted everything all wrong as you didn’t seem to take any of the hints he had been dropping over the last few weeks. Quickly he showered and got ready so he could make it over to your place in time.
When you opened the door you happily greeted Yoongi who presented you with your favorite coffee and muffin from the bakery up the street. “You smell nice. Why are you all dressed up? Hot date tonight?”, you asked. Too busy digging into your breakfast that you didn’t notice the blush creep up his neck. “So I thought we could start with Cinderella since it’s a classic. Then maybe The Little Mermaid. Followed by The Princess and the Frog and maybe Coco is we have time.”, you said. He smiled and nodded in agreement, “Anything you want Y/N.”
The first two movies went by in a flash. You were just finishing up The Little Mermaid when Yoongi turned to look at you and smiled, “Do you know what the Little Mermaid and I have in common? We both want to be part of your world.” You snorted at his joke, “Yoongi you’re my best friend. You are part of my world.”
He shyly chuckled before turning his attention back to the screen. Yoongi continuously tried to get close to you. His hand slowly crept closer to yours. He kept sneaking peeks trying to work up the courage to actually grab your hand. As the third movie began he couldn’t help but notice how cute you looked getting all excited. He doesn’t know where this sudden burst of confidence came from but he does the classic yawn and stretch so he could place his arm smoothly around your shoulders to try and encourage you to cuddle into him. “Are you cold Yoongi? I can get you a blanket.”, you asked noticing his arm around you. You simply thought he just wanted some extra warmth.
Yoongi shook his head and removed his arm, “No Y/N, actually I think I’m gonna get going. I have to work on some music.” You pouted at his sudden departure, “Alright, well I hope you have a good night at least.” He smiled and left your apartment not even giving you the opportunity to walk him to the door. It did seem odd but it wasn’t uncommon for him to have mood swings so you shrugged it off and decided to give him space.
A few hours of space turned into a few days and next thing you know it had been a week since you’d seen Yoongi. Unless he was on tour the two of you never went more than a day without seeing each other but every time you texted him to try and hang out he always had an excuse. Luckily tonight was Jimin’s birthday party and you knew Yoongi was going to be there. Normally he would pick you up but since he was avoiding you Jungkook offered to pick you up instead.
“Thank you for the ride Kookie.”, you said buckling up in the passenger seat. “It’s no problem Noona. I just hope Yoongi doesn’t find out. He always gets a little jealous when we hang out with you.”, the younger member said. Before you could question what he meant by that the two of you arrived and he hopped out of the car jogging over to the passenger side to help you out.
Once inside you quickly noticed Yoongi sitting in the corner talking to Namjoon and Hoseok. You waved and began to make your way over when you got side tracked by Jin who pulled you into the kitchen to get you a drink. While you were sipping form your cup you felt a presence come up next to you. Thinking it was Yoongi you happily turned around but were met by some guy you’d never seen before. He smiled down at you, “Is your name Google? Because you have everything I’m searching for.” You chuckled, “No actually my name is Y/N. And your name is?” The guy looked stunned, “Oh my name is Soobin. Sorry I hear one of my friends calling for me.” He turned and quickly walked away and that’s when you saw Yoongi standing in the doorway with a big grin on his face while laughing to himself.
He walked over to you and grabbed your hand pulling you outside where it was quieter and less crowded. “There you are Yoongles! I’ve missed you so much.”, you said happy that you were finally spending time with him. “Yeah sorry about that. I just needed some time to think.”, he said. Gently he took your hand in his, “Listen Y/N. This is really hard for me to say so I’m just going to come out and say it. I really like you a lot. I’ve been dropping hints for weeks. I’ve been using pick up lines and trying to get close to you. When you weren’t reacting I thought maybe you were just trying to be polite and not hurt my feelings but I see now that maybe you just weren’t getting the hints. It’s okay if you really don’t like me in that way but I just had to be honest and tell you the truth. I’m sorry I kind of abandoned you the last week. I just wanted some time to think and decide what I wanted to do.”
You were kind of surprised at his confession but in a good way. “That song you played for me. Did you write that about me?”, you asked. Shyly he smiled, “Yeah, I actually have quite a few songs I’ve written about you.” You smacked yourself on the forehead, “Oh my god I’m so dumb. I’m sorry Yoongi. I’ve never really dated before so I’m not used to this kind of attention and I didn’t even notice it. The truth is I kind of actually like you too. I was going to tell you that day I brought you food to your studio but then you played me the song and I thought you already had your heart set on someone else so I never said anything.” The two of you started laughing at the situation you put yourselves in.
“Hey how about we get out of here and go hangout at my place?”, you asked. He agreed and quickly called for a cab since the two of you had some alcohol earlier in the night. Once in the back of the cab you felt your phone vibrate and saw a text from Yoongi,
Yoongi: Is this the Hogwarts Express? Because it feels like you and I are headed somewhere magical.
You rolled your eyes before leaning over and placing a kiss on his cheek watching his ears turn red, happy that the two of you finally cleared the air.
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the second act (not old enough ch.2)
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pairing: leon kennedy/reader
cw: smut, age gap, mild daddy kink, oral f!receiving
summary: reader and Leon have a another little rendezvous a few months after their first. You're both sober this time and the ambiance is nicer, but is it enough for you two to become something more?
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Leon’s in a ballroom, mingling with government officials and other people whose names he won’t remember the next day. He’s dead sober, and all it gives him is hyper awareness of the fact that everyone who shakes his hand would throw him to the wolves and watch like a spectator sport. He knows that by now. He’s not the baby-faced rookie he once was, not so trusting, not like you. He’s knows he’s the best agent, not the best friend.
When he sees you, you’re wearing an elegant dress, something he’d never imagined you in. You look gorgeous, too - that was the one thing about you that hadn’t changed. You were always beautiful, no matter what you chose to wear. It wasn’t Leon’s opinion, it was a fact. He was sure of it.
You were chatting with other attendees, with a smile as fake as his. It takes one to know one, he thought, she’s a great liar. You’re playfully touching some older douchebag who looks familiar to Leon, but he can’t quite place him when every person here has their suits tailored by the same guy.
You catch his eye while he’s staring at you, not even gawking, but thinking, you can see he’s confused. Leon’s got his elbow on the table, pretending to drink, but it’s only seltzer in the glass. That secret’s between him and the bartender.
You make an excuse to leave the men you’re with for a moment, jogging excitedly towards Leon in a way that forces a smile from his stubborn mouth. It’s not even about him, you’re just cute in a way that’s so foreign to him. He learned cynicism so early, he’s been sucked dry of that type of sweetness, the kind you radiate.
He was probably the same at 18, but his memory is foggy for about a million reasons, none of them being alcohol anymore. Sobriety is still something he’s working on getting used to.
He stops you before you hug him with a gentle interrogation.
“Why are you here?” He’s neither happy, nor angry. It’s mostly confusion, maybe awe at how you can mold yourself so well to this atmosphere, too.
“Same reason anyone is, I guess,” You say with your typical nonchalance.
“What reason might that be?”
“To jerk each other off in the hopes of favors in the form of cash, status, or maybe even literal jerk off sessions.”
“Thought you’d say something different, but you’re smarter than I expected. How’d you get here? What age did you tell the bartender you were?” He points to the glass in your hand, half-empty.
“My date got it for me.”
“Your date, huh?”
“Yeah,” you can’t hide a sour face when you mention him.
“Not a match?”
“Never thought it would be.”
“So you’re here for cash or status? Since you clearly don’t wanna fuck that dude.”
“Cash,” you say, in a whisper, “I hate saying that. I don’t wanna be this ‘sugar baby’ or whatever. I just -”
“Hey, I get it. No judgment from me. You gotta do what you can to get by.”
You change the subject because your life isn’t the most comfortable or interesting topic for you.
“You seem very sober tonight?” You ask.
“I am.” Leon’s small smile is a proud one. “You seem more sober than the last time I saw you.”
“Yeah,” you say, heat rising to your cheeks, remembering things you did when you were drunk, “Thanks for making me take a cab home. I don’t wanna think about what else I would’ve done.”
“Don’t mention it. I’m thinking about calling you one now.”
“I’m not leaving, though.”
“You should be.”
“I bet you used to drink at my age, too. Can’t you just get off my back about it?”
“I don’t care about that. Listen, a lot of the men here are not good guys. I don’t want something bad to happen to you.”
“You’re not my dad.”
“Thank god. I’d be doing a shitty job if I were. Letting you go out and have sex with a stranger in a bathroom stall.”
“Hey! You did it, too. And you liked it.”
“You didn’t?”
You took a large swig of your champagne.
“That’s what I thought.” Leon gave you a smug smile. “Had you practically screaming.”
“Maybe I’m just easy,” you shrug and pause before saying, “or maybe I was faking it.”
“Yeah, you are easy, but you weren’t faking it, sweetheart. I have enough experience in that department to know the difference.”
“Oh? So you’ve had girls fake it with you?”
“Yeah, I wasn’t always good at it.”
Even though the sex you’d had with him was dirty, literally and figuratively, you loved it. It would’ve been better if there'd been a romantic ambiance. It would’ve been better if Leon was sober like he was right then, standing in front of you. He was so much hotter this way. Irresistible.
With a few more drinks, you’d get on your knees and beg him to take you into the nearest bathroom and do it all again, but you could maintain composure after only one glass.
You weren’t going to drink more anyway, not because you cared what Leon said, but because you wanted to remember the way he looked in that suit.
He gave you a knowing smile. “Whatcha thinkin' about?”
“Nothin’,” You said, turning to face the other way, hiding your embarrassment.
“Mhm.”
Leon was going to keep teasing you because the faces you made were so cute, but he wasn’t going to give into your charms this time. He would make sure you got home safe and that would be all.
Everything would be different if you were a little older. Sure, his sobriety would still give him the rationale he needed not to fuck you senseless in an adjacent room, but maybe you’d come over to his place after a real date. He’d take you out to dinner first because that’s what you deserve. You don’t deserve whatever this is, especially when you don’t understand how bad it is.
Your conversation alone feels precarious to him. You both have to lean in close to speak like every word is gossip, and in a way, it is, or it would be if it got passed around, and that’s the problem with the game you’re playing. Leon isn’t sure whether he’d get high fives or a stern talking to at the office if anyone found out about you, and he didn’t want either.
He didn’t want to take you home, not in that way, but he saw the way that other men looked at you, and it didn’t feel like an act of jealousy, it was protection. They’d hurt you, they’d use you. But what was he doing?
You were an enigma in Leon’s mind and maybe that’s what excited him. He couldn’t fit you into any box. You weren’t his girlfriend, you weren’t his friend, you weren’t his fuck-buddy - it was something entirely different.
The moment he first spoke to you the line had been crossed. He was already on the other side of it. Every move he made was wrong. Any choice was a bad one. Leaving you alone, telling you to fuck off, was just sending you to another man, one who’d treat you much worse. Yet, allowing you to stay, linger there beside him, even worse, allow himself to enjoy your presence - wasn’t he the same as the old creep across the room?
Later that night, Leon has you in a hotel room he hadn’t planned on booking. The employee at the front desk knew what you were going upstairs to do. You were both clearly antsy, unprepared to stay, and coming from a social gathering. She stared right through you and saw the future you hadn’t yet.
Leon gets you both a nice room because he’s too old to skimp on things like a nice bed to sleep in - he’ll wake up with back pain if he tries. He told you at the gala that you were getting separate beds, but ended up in a king sized bed with you. He couldn’t even be mad.
You were eager to get your hands on him the moment the door shut, but Leon stopped you, gently grabbing your wrists.
“If we’re doing this again, we’re doing it right this time,” he said, holding your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. He looks like he’s not sure whether to lecture you or kiss you.
“Did we mess it up last time? I thought you were experienced.”
“Yeah, we fucked up big time.”
“It’s a good thing we’re doing it again then.”
“No, it’s not,” he whispers into your mouth, kissing you softly.
You knew what it was like to have him so deep inside you that you could feel him hitting your cervix, but this was the first time you’d felt the way he could tease you with only the tip of his tongue.
He would brush his tongue gently over yours and pull back when you tried to reciprocate. It was agonizing, yet tantalizing. If your hands weren’t fiddling with his belt buckle, you’d grab his face and force his lips against yours.
When he caught you trying to unbuckle his belt, he gently took your hands away, and whispered into your ear, “Don’t get greedy.”
You felt the tickle of his stubble against your cheek and then his teeth grazing your neck, threatening to leave marks on your skin, but that would risk the secret rendezvous becoming local news.
His hands were wrapped around your waist, and he guided you backwards to the bed. It took only a few steps backward for the backs of your legs to hit the bed frame, making you topple onto your back on the plush duvet. You expected Leon’s figure looming over you, so when he tried to stand, you took him by the lapels. He let you pull him in for one kiss, giving you only an ounce of the passion he had for you.
“Mm-mm,” he shook his head, pulling back from your lips, making you pout.
He laughed lightly at you, “Patience. You’re gonna like this.”
You wanted to say something snarky back, tell him he didn’t know what you liked yet, tell him you liked his lips on yours, but then he sank to his knees in front of you, next to the bed. He watched your expression shift from irritation to awe, relief, gratitude.
“Spread your legs,” he said, giving you the opportunity to comply before he pushed them apart himself.
Leon took off your heels for you, unbuckling them gently and placing them on the floor with such care. You already felt spoiled before his mouth was placing wet kisses up your ankles to your thighs all the way to the lace trim of your panties. You groaned at the first press of his lips against your clit through the fabric. You couldn’t even blame it on the drunkenness.
He wanted to laugh at how delicate you were, how quickly he could get you to break.
Sliding your panties down your legs, he asked, “Did you wear these for me?”
“Do you like them?”
“Love them,” he said, slipping them into his pocket.
Leon stood up and watched betrayal wash over your face.
“Hold on,” he chuckled, “Don’t get mad yet.”
He took off his jacket and tie, while you watched.
“Just don’t want anyone ruining my best suit,” he mumbled.
Your cheeks were burning, knowing that you were already soaking wet and could very well have left a stain on his suit.
He paid no mind to your embarrassment, though. His gaze was fixed between your thighs, only coming up to meet your eyes when he was on his knees again, so he could watch you melt. He kissed everywhere except for where you really wanted it. His lips and tongue trailed along your thighs and hips, and you thought his teasing would be endless.
“Please, Mr. Kennedy,” you begged.
“Just wanted to see how long it would take for you to say it.”
The noise you made when his tongue made contact with your clit was obscene. You felt him laugh into your core, making you even more embarrassed. Nothing mattered, though, once he dedicated himself to going down on you. He kissed you with a kind of reverence not even your lips had felt. Normally, you’d find the sounds of your wetness embarrassing, but hearing the way he savored the taste of you was sexy.
He didn’t have any further remarks to make you hot and bothered. He needed nothing to push your buttons because you were giving him every reaction he wanted. Leon let you tug on his hair, despite the fact that he would rarely let anyone near it. You didn’t need to force him to do anything though because he was giving you exactly what you wanted, a determination, a devotion to this like no other man before.
For once you were trying not to come because it felt so good you couldn’t stand the idea of losing the feeling. You only ended up lasting five minutes at maximum, but neither of you were counting.
You tried to warn him that you were close, but all that came out was incoherent babbling, which quickly turned to sobs of relief. You were on the verge of tears while your arousal was soaking his face. He led you through your orgasm with his soft lips, and then stood up and leaned over you, meeting you face to face. You weren’t sure whether you should feel gratitude or embarrassment when you saw his messy hair and plump red lips, but he smiled and kissed you on the cheek, giving you the “my pleasure” to the “thank you” on the tip of your tongue.
Leon stepping back to take off his belt felt like a cue for you to get on your knees, but watching you get up off the bed, Leon said, “Leaving already?”
He wouldn’t have been mad if you were, as long as you got home safe.
“No, I was gonna return the favor.”
“It wasn’t a favor. I enjoyed myself, too.”
“Letting me down easy? I promise I’ll do a good job.”
“I’m not doubting your abilities, but that’s not what I want right now.”
Truthfully, he would feel wrong doing it. It wouldn’t be sexy to see the innocence in your eyes. It would feel criminal, like he was corrupting you in an irreversible manner.
“What do you want right now?”
You wanted to make him unfold in front of you, so you could level the playing field.
“You know what I want. Unless, you’re tired.”
The dazed look in your eyes lingered, and ever the worrier, Leon needed to know that you were still fully into this.
“I’m not tired.”
“Don’t need a break?”
“It’s been like five minutes,�� you whined, “That’s a long enough break.”
“I thought an orgasm would satisfy you, at least for a bit, but you’re still so impatient.”
“You can’t just stand there almost naked and expect me not to want you.”
“You don’t need to flatter me. You already have me.”
Desperation coursed through your veins, causing you to whine, “Oh my god, Leon, just fuck me already!”
Leon looked at you wide-eyed, a smirk of amusement barely concealed by a stern expression on his face. You weren’t on a last name basis, but he hadn’t expected the first time you’d say his first name would be in a sentence so demanding and naughty. It felt like insubordination, even though it wasn’t.
“I didn’t expect you to have such a dirty mouth,” he said, stepping towards you slowly.
Your nerves were high but your arousal was higher.
When he didn’t get a response from you, he said, “You’re going all quiet on me now, huh? Pretending to be a good girl again?”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Kennedy…”
There was something inside of you that needed him to be proud of you, but the apology was still mostly in the hopes of gaining what you wanted.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for, pretty girl,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
You looked at him through dewy, yet grateful eyes.
“You can’t help it when you’re like this, right?”
His fingers started playing with your pussy again, feeling your evident arousal, which hadn’t subsided post-orgasm.
You nodded, giving him a pitiful, yet adorable look.
“Please…” you said, after a beat of silence, minus the sounds of your wetness.
“Please what?”
“Please, Mr. Kennedy…”
He smiled and laughed lightly, realizing you assumed he wanted respect rather than clarification.
“No, baby, I want you to ask for what you want,” he said, brushing your hair out of your face and rubbing your cheek with his thumb.
“I want you,” you said, barely being able to think with his hands still touching you.
“Okay, I wanna go slow, though, yeah?”
You nodded, wanting it now, in whatever fashion he would give it to you.
You thought slow sex was boring sex until Leon came into your life. He brought a heightened passion to every encounter regardless of the speed of his thrusts. His lips were on yours, capturing every breath until he couldn’t stand the thought of not hearing your pretty noises.
His kisses trailed down your cheek to your jaw to your neck all delicate. His breath in your ear telling you how beautiful you looked and how good you were being. His words made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, but his fingers brushing your nipples made your back arch off the mattress. Not to mention the slow strokes of his dick, coaxing needy moans from your mouth.
You thought you’d be begging for it harder and faster, but every thrust inside you felt deeper and that was beyond satisfying. Soon, your legs were pressed up against your chest and he was so deep inside you that you could see his dick in your abdomen with every thrust. The feeling of him hitting that sensitive spot inside you was bringing you closer to the edge, but the sight was what was making your eyes roll back into your head.
Leon saw how close you were and he whispered to you, sweet and sexy all in one, “I can feel you squeezing around me, baby. You gonna come for me?”
You wanted to say, “Uh-huh”, but it came out as a strangled moan and then, “Daddy!” as you came.
He ignored the slight pang of guilt that came with the word for a moment to let himself drink in the overpowering feeling of pleasure. His orgasm following yours quickly.
Lying next to you, after you both came back from oblivion, he asked the dreaded question, “Did you call me ‘Daddy’?”
“Yes, but I didn’t mean to. It just came out. Did it make you feel weird?”
“A little, but it was hot. I think you could’ve said anything coming out of your mouth would be hot, though.”
Leon holds you while you sleep and tries to forget about any lingering guilt he feels after you call him daddy. Your warm body pressed against his and the feeling of your steady heartbeat and soft breathing seem to do the trick. 
The next morning he calls you a cab back to your apartment. You both have busy schedules.
You ask him on your way out, “My 19th birthday is coming up and I’m having a party. Do you wanna come?”
You’re hoping he’ll say ‘yes’, sort of expecting him to based on the night before.
But he doesn’t. He says, “No offense, but I think a 37 year old man hanging out with a bunch of teenagers would be kind of weird. Don’t you think?”
There’s a twinge of embarrassment inside you, realizing that he was right and you probably shouldn’t have even asked. Then again, you really want more time with him, so you say, “But you hang out with me and it’s not weird.”
You thought that was the truth, but when he doesn’t meet your gaze, you continue, “Is it?”
Leon sighs before speaking. “We really shouldn’t be doing this.”
It’s the nicest way he can say it, but it hurts.
“Why not?”
“Because you’re too young for me.”
“I wasn’t too young for you last night.”
The statement hits him hard, even if you didn’t mean for it to - it’s just true.
“Yeah,” he says, not knowing if he means that you weren’t too young for him to have sex with or that you were. Neither answer feels good.
With tears in your eyes, you ask, “Did you use me for sex? Is that what you’re saying?”
“No,” he says, “I actually care about you believe it or not, but that’s why we can’t keep doing this.”
“What do you mean?”
“You deserve someone who can give you more than this.”
Leon wipes the tears off your cheeks and you ask, “Why can’t you give me more? You could be that person.”
“No, I can’t.”
The unsaid apology fills his blue eyes, and you accept it, reluctantly, when you stare into them.
He kisses your forehead as a final goodbye and says, “If you need anything, you can always call me.”
You hug him tightly, holding something that will never be yours, just borrowing time. He allows you to, rubbing your back. This is all he can give you…
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izuhan · 1 year
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random i love you︱stray kids
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pairing: boyfried!skz x gn!reader ︱ genre: fluff, love love︱warning: grammar mistakes, not proofread, i love jeongin
a/n: HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!( ´ ▽ ` ).。o♡ i have no lover but i have skz so for this day, I put their (title?)names as how I call them usually. if u have no one today too, pls consider my hug and love (づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ~♡
a/n: hello again, i kind of want to keep the names like these for future posts too so tell me if you like them(♡˙︶˙♡)
⸝⸝channie♡ᵎ
— dysfunctions
— you can say bang_chan.exe has stopped working
— he told you to stay behind while he finishes work, and listening to his songs on your phone with headphones, watching clips of him—there would slip a “pfft—chan, i love you.”
— will not move until all is well processed in his head, or you gave up on being embarrassed alone and shared it with him by planting your head on his shoulder or you would curl behind him like a ball as he approaches you, wrapping himself around you with such a smug teasing grin
— “again?” but you wouldn’t be able to, because you know he's teasing you. “heheh, i love you too!”
⸝⸝lino♡ᵎ (i also call him mimo)
— (almost) breaks neck
— both of you had decided to work on things (read: separation to control urges) in different rooms on the couches with open doors. scrolling through your work and suddenly, you decide to turn your head for a quick glance which he did the same, you chuckled, whispering “i love you” because you thought he saw you already, why back down now?
— but upon him being aware of what you just said, silence ensues, you’re doing your thing on your device now, completely embarrassed, while he, staring at you with eyes blown wide waiting and waiting
— until he decided to take matters into his own hands
— wraps arms around your neck, whispering “i love you too,”
— now you’re both flustered idiots and abandoned work
⸝⸝binnie♡ᵎ
— (kind of) chokes but pulled it off nicely by giggling (read: coughing)
— it was after his workout routine, only left was chugging water and some shake. you came to the room unannounced and saw him as surprised as you are. “oh—i love you,”
— he could be a cute red on the face since although you two had confessed your love a lot to each other, random ones like this do hit him harder than a dump truck specifically it came out of your mouth as though that is what you only say when you see him.
— whines and pull you close, giggling adorably now and still whining
— “why would you say that so suddenly? i’m not prepared!” and whispers it back lovingly, with you in his arms.
⸝⸝hyune♡ᵎ
— he wouldn’t try to break his neck, but he will most likely hit himself on something, but with your great reflex it could be prevented
— you were helping him arrange his books on his newly bought bookshelf for his art room. seeing the effort he put into the room, the arts, the many romance novels and just so many books, you’ve found yourself falling in love once again. “ah… i love you, hyunjin.”
— both of you were blushing like crazy 
— hyunjin almost ran directly to the bookshelf, thankfully you were there by the time you realized what you have done and stopped him with your hand 
— would press your hand against his cheek, then gazing at your stunned face and kissing your hand before both of them were on his face
— thin width close to your face, “i love you too, my love.” and a kiss.
⸝⸝jiji♡ᵎ
— trips by himself
— turns out, hiring you as his cameraperson would result in something dangerous.
— he's fully aware of your fond eyes watching over him. he gets shy of course, but the abrupt - “i love you” and a thumbs up has got him fighting demons,  his legs twisting, and he’s met with the waxed floor.
— he would obviously, howl in pain, reaching for your trembling hands, so worried about him, and, leaving the phone wherever it was.
— jisung sighs heavily, leaning against the mirror “gosh! you're going to be the death of me, baby!” and draw close to your face as you’re massaging his legs
— he kisses your forehead, “i love you too,” your eyes would widen and your face flushes red- “b-but you're also fired as my cameraperson.”
⸝⸝lixie♡ᵎ
— destroys stress balls (many, if they can fit in his hands-)
— he invited you to watch a tournament of a game because your favorite show comes right after and felix, a gamer that he is-- was entirely focused and squeezing his poor stress balls
— you, who loves him dearly, would press your lips thin, looking the other way because he looks adorable when focused
— felix, who’s y/n senses tingles, asks if you were bored -- “no, im not... i love you though,”
— and, rest in peace for the stress balls flying out of his hands everywhere
— he wouldn’t be able to hold them anymore, squealing and promptly hugging you “y/n!! don't just say things like that!” and buries himself on your back, “i love you too...”
⸝⸝minnie♡ᵎ
— stares
— you’ve gone to shower, and he's off in his room writing in his diary journal, currently blushing over
writing about you and everything else, when his door was suddenly opened, his night cream stolen, “i love you,” and gone.
— not really, because he made haste, stopping you by grabbing your wrist and stares.
— “p-pardon?”
     “o-oh... night cream... i-mine ran out, sorry.” 
— both of your lips were sealed shut, his grip loosen but his face drew closer and a sweet tender kiss left you in daze, “thief, that doesn’t cut it though?” you open your mouth to speak but too late - “sleep here today, I'll put the night cream for you.” (translation: i love you too, stay with me now,)
⸝⸝immie♡ᵎ(shush its cute, i call him jeonginie too but,,,,)
— curls to a ball (kirby)
— aside from seungmin, you too are included in his army of photographers and you do your job so well, you get a kiss right after
— he was posing naturally and cutely, when your giggles were all he could focus on and your mouth --“so cute, i love you.”
— he would feel his legs weakening, and he would descend to the ground and curls to a ball, his knees covering his flushed face
— worried about him, you would ask repeatedly if he was well but all he did was pull you towards him
— he’s pouting, face adorably red - “i love you too,” and he would kiss you after, huffing and puffing cutely as he drags you home, demanding you take responsibility for his state of being.
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keeperoftinyarmy · 9 months
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I’m about to cleanse my SM because apparently I follow a whole lot of JM solos.
People wishing for Jimin to leave Hybe. Are they for real? He’s not leaving. He loves Bangtan and they have really good contracts. What other company would be better for him?
Then the people calling JK an obsessed copycat and wanting him away from Jimin. Just wow. As if Jimin wouldn’t have spoken up if he didn’t like that Seven styling looked so much like Face. As if JK and Jimin aren’t close and talking all the time about their work. Logically speaking they probably planned for a tie between their projects…it’s too much to be lazy styling or coincidence.
In no way would Jimin be happy that people are trashing JK or trying to sabotage his debut in his name. Jimin would never ever want that. It’s not some shipper fantasy that Jimin is in NYC. Jikook are bonded and support each other. Tearing down Kookie is like the worst way to show your love for Jimin.
I’m Jimin biased and wished for more Jimin hype/promotion in the US as well. I’m disappointed but I’ve always thought …when all the solos were announced…was that JK would be the one they’d try to make their golden ticket. It makes the most sense from a business standpoint…the lead singer…sellout king…arguably the most popular member and he sounds great singing in English. That’s a stockholders dream.
So if regular me sitting in the US thought of that…then you know the members did…and agreed with it. Jungkook has tons of mass appeal. And Hybe wants to create music for the masses. Jimin who is quite popular in his own right, threw them a curveball with the global success of his album. (Especially since Jimin mainly did promos in Korea…world domination wasn’t the plan for him. And I strongly believe he was aware of the plan.) Jungkook is their weapon they planned to use to push further into the west. I’m sure it was all plotted out and Jimin wasn’t supposed to be the one vying to be a US household name…they couldn’t have him “beat JK to the punch”. It sucks but it’s business.
And Jungkook doesn’t do things he doesn’t want to do, so he’s up for this challenge. If it’s true his album will be all English…then again I firmly believe he wants to do it. (And doing an English album is not selling out…they’ve done all Japanese albums…it’s no different imo)
I personally love Seven. It’s Jungkook’s child star breakout moment. He’s showing the world he’s grown now and I’m glad he did it. And beyond that the song is a great dance song that follows in the age old tradition of boy band singers getting raw in their solos (maybe I’ll do a post on that later).
I’m fully supporting JK…like I did for all the members. They all deserve success.
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aita for “not being able to keep issues in servers separate”
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this all happened a couple months ago now in mid november-ish so i’m sending this late, but i didn’t want to while the situation was ongoing. for the record me and everyone affected have collectively since left both servers mentioned. so. wee
i (23mtf) do a long of long form roleplay, specifically in public oc-based discord servers. these are servers where people will create a setting and then people can join and insert their ocs into the world, and they’re tons of fun! this is a hobby ive had for years now. it’s really important to me as it’s my main creative outlet and i know a good number of people in the community. i’ll often join servers and recognize at least a handful of people there already
around may last year, i joined a new server and things were great, for a while, but then not long after i joined someone new did, i’ll call her X (34nb) for this. when she first joined the interactions we had were fine, but - and i’m still really not sure why this is, i’m not trying to absolve myself if i did do something but i have no idea what i did to warrant this shift even to this day - a few weeks later she just got… extremely passive aggressive and contrary with me, over silly things. most of it was “in character” but it really stuck out to me. i’d have a character say something marginally unconventional and she’d always, without fail, have one of her characters come in to scold them, even if her characters hadn’t been part of the conversation prior. her characters constantly talked down to or insulted mine. she was always talking ooc about how strange her characters found mine. when i tried to get involved in overarching plots, she would often push me out of them, or insist that my characters were only getting in the way, or would insert her characters to do things i’d stated to the group i wanted mine to do, so i didn’t end up able to do anything. it seemed targeted to me because the main character she was doing this with was known to be very kind to everyone else, but for some reason never had anything nice to say about mine. i know none of this is outright bullying but it wore on me greatly. i tried to confront her on this multiple times to tell her it was making me uncomfortable and to please knock it off, and i tried to get the server mods involved when that failed, but the behavior never really stopped and eventually i was content to just… not interact with her
but then a while later i noticed her treating someone else the same way. i reached out to him about it, and he told me that she had done basically everything she’d done to me to him, and he wasn’t the only one. after snooping around a little more i realized that a lot of people in the server had had this problem with her, totaling 7 of us. 7 of us in the group at the time. some people had dropped characters or outright left the group because of her, so 7 isn’t even everyone because it doesn’t include people she’d already driven out that i couldn’t contact. for reference, this server only had roughly 30 people. even if the number of total members was bigger, 7+ still feels like a lot
i tried to take this to the mods of the server again, but (and this is where i’m unsure if i misstepped) i thought it would be right to bring it up to the mods of a separate, larger server that all of us were in together as well. this server had closed to 50-60 members. in my head, if this person has harassed over half a dozen people like this it’d be silly to assume its only a problem in one group, and even if it wasn’t a problem in this larger server it would be better to make them aware of it so they could keep an eye out
the mods in both servers weren’t happy with me, through. even when all 7 people tried to give testimony, both teams claimed there wasn’t enough evidence to support harassment and that they’d talk to her about it, but this didn’t warrant any further action. keep in mind again i’d already had to go to the mods about this same person before, so they weren’t unaware that this happened to me and they had tried talking to her already. then they told me that it was inappropriate of me to bring this up in a server that wasn’t necessarily involved, and that the 7 of us were ganging up against her and bullying her. and i, especially, had been unfairly targeting her
this confused me greatly! i will admit, it’s likely i’ve been snippier with X than i intended. thats on me, i struggle with tone and i have trouble masking my frustration, but i have never once gone out of my way to make her feel bad. she has a generalized anxiety disorder or some such, and before i realized how many people had this issue with her i had been avoiding her for months. i have no idea what i could have said to her that was taken as bullying, because i haven’t been talking to her, period. when i see her in channels i just mute the channel until it’s passed, ive seriously done everything i could to minimize contact because i figured it was a personal issue. i asked both the mods and her directly, in dms, for examples or screenshots of what i said or did so i could adjust my behavior, and i never got shown any. i still as of typing this don’t know what i did to warrant that being said
the mods said they would give her a warning, but they gave me a warning as well, that if i continued like this i would be booted from both servers. they insisted to me again that i’d been clearly bullying her (did not provide examples) and i never should have brought it up to the other server and gotten them involved. i admit i think they might be right on that last point, but i am iffy. i had (honestly still have) justifiable reason to think X is an unsafe person to be around. she pushes people out of the community and cries and gets meek if she’s ever confronted on it in a way that’s distinctly guilt trippy and makes it hard to communicate. i have previously tried to resolve my issues with her in private and she was never receptive nor did she ever accept accountability, or change her actions. if her target calls her out she just starts doing it to someone else. it’s not like her being in a different server suddenly means she’s a different person. if someone like that is in your server, even if you don’t have “proof” that it’s happened in your group, wouldn’t you want to know about it? they kept insisting it had nothing to do with them and it was wrong of me to get them involved. i kind of think this is a cowardly policy to have, that you won’t act on or acknowledge harassment from your members unless it happens right in front of you and is blindingly obvious, but i don’t know
to be clear, i think X is an asshole, so that’s not what i’m asking about. anxiety disorder or not, she is frankly too old and has done this too many times for me to believe it’s unintentional. even if it is unintentional, she’s still hurting people and makes no effort to change. but i’m wondering if i’m an asshole for bringing it into another server. should i have just kept it in the first group?
What are these acronyms?
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Not gonna lie, this very public friendship breakdown is giving me flashbacks of how the friend group I was in in college dissolved. This really speaks of people who never experienced these things younger suddenly going through all the levels of high school pettiness at once. Yes, some of these guys made massive screw ups or betrayed each other (according to certain people). Yes, things should have ended earlier. Yes, there is a power dynamic at play in a lot of this we weren’t aware of. And frankly… WE DID NOT NEED TO KNOW.
This should have been done in a group setting, closed doors, and then people coming away deciding quietly not to work together anymore. I’m disappointed in pretty all of them at this point, but that’s par for the course for a lot of these younger Minecraft creators. (The only reason I see the younger hermits being okay is they have proper mentors, not each other to bounce off of). I wouldn’t be surprised if the Brighton group goes through something similar in a few years.
I really miss the days of Jack, Mark, and Pewds. Where if someone stopped working with someone else for personal reasons, it was treated as if it was a business relationship dissolving. Nothing more. Things were handled privately, without the fans needing to be involved.
I really hope Bad and Sam are doing okay. I hope Sapnap is doing okay. I could see Punz splitting from the entire group with Hannah and Sylvee. Bad has known these guys since they were young teens. Sam I’m not sure. I know him and Punz are much closer (unless, horrifically, Sam is Friend B). But I hope everyone is doing okay regardless.
I give it a good year before things smooth over. Before people realize the way they acted was inappropriate and maybe apologize for what they did and how they handled things.
For now, guys, take care of yourselves. Go watch some other people (the Hermits are great and so is InTheLittleWood and the Empires gang), don’t feel guilt about enjoying these creators (you didn’t know, no one did publicly), and don’t be ashamed of still wanting to enjoy the DSMP. The characters are based on how the creators acted on the server, not in real life. They belong to the fandom as a whole. Go enjoy some fanart and fanfics.
—You are loved
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mind control, subliminals, female/female, male/female, female domination, incest
Don’t wanna be
Thinking
Thinking
Thinking
Kenzie loved this song! She couldn’t stop listening to it ... It was running through her head all through class, but she still couldn’t get enough. Five minutes passing period? In went the earbuds! Walking through the halls to that pounding, entrancing beat ...
Don’t wanna be
Thinking
Thinking
Think—
So fun to be
Giggly
Giggly
Gigg—
Don’t wanna be
Thinking
Thinking
Think—
So fun to be
Giggly
Giggly...
Her toe was tapping all through Pre-Calc. Her lips were moving, too. Occasionally she almost thought there were words, but ... No. Just a great beat. Nothing she needed to think about. Just to keep listening to ... and enjoy.
Off to lunch! And the beat caught her again.
Don’t wanna be
Thinking
Thinking
Think—
So fun to be
Giggly
Giggly
Giggly...
With her earbuds back in, she smiled at everyone passing. Kenzie was in a great mood today! There was an extra sparkle in the air, and she wanted to smile at everyone. And they were smiling back! What a new and wonderful experience!!
She giggled to herself. “I forgot how much fun smiling was!! Hee hee!!”
Don’t wanna be
Thinking
Thinking
Think—
Normally, Kenzie was a serious and studious girl. It’s not that she didn’t like to have fun, but she thought a lot about her future. She would graduate near the top of her class, get into a great college, start off on a fulfilling and socially responsible career that also made her financially independent and then ... then she could have fun. Simple.
It’s fun to be
Simple
Simple
Simple ...
But today she was ... Well, today she was just in a good mood. That’s all.
Don’t wanna be
Brainy
Brainy
Brainy ...
It feels good to
Obey
Obey
Obey ...
“Honey?”
Home now, at her desk, and Kenzie had switched to her home headphones—the big ones that shut out all external sound and let her enjoy every nuance.
“Honey?” Her mom touched her arm, and Kenzie ... woke up. She blinked, paused the music, took off her headphones ... languorously, like she was stretching after a nap. “Yeah, mom?”
“You know I don’t like you listening to music while you’re doing your homework.”
“I do it all the time, mom. And it helps. We’ve talked about this.”
“Yes, well ... I’m not so sure about that this time. You were kind of just sitting there. I think you’ve been looking at the same page for the last half hour... New album? You seem obsessed with it the last few days. It’s like the Hamilton thing all over again.”
“Actually, it’s just one song...” she said sheepishly. “But it’s amazing—it’s like I hear something new every time I listen to it!”
“I see. And you’re going to have to listen to it until you learn all the words, like you did with that Guns and Ships?”
“I don’t think there’s any words to it Mom.”
“No? Sounded like you were singing along to something...”
Kenzie blinked. Was she? There was a faint memory...
You wanna be
Sexy
Sexy
Sexy
She giggled. “No Mom. Just humming.”
“Well, take the headphones off for now, anyway. It must be distracting you, you’re not getting anything done. Dinner’s in half an hour.”
Kenzie put the headphones next to her on the desk. But within minutes her hand crept over to them and picked them up again, almost without her being aware of it. They hugged her ears and she slipped back into her light trance, her eyes closing and her vapid smile growing...
You’re gonna be
Dumber
Dumber
Dumb—
Cuz dumber is
Funner
Funner
Fun...
“Kenzie! Dinnertime, let’s go!”
Wow, where did the time go? She felt ... spacey. And she was ... sitting on the floor, against the wall? When did that happen? She stood up slowly, feeling dizzy. But in a good way. She giggled. Everything seemed sparkly and happy. She hadn’t done a thing with her project, but it didn’t seem important right now. And she felt warm ... like some of the happy sparkles were inside her body.
She giggled again. She was aroused!! Parts of her felt very sparkly indeed! Hee hee!
“Kenzie!! Call your sister and come set the table!”
Chloe! She hadn’t talked to her older sister all afternoon. But she MUST go find her! She must thank her!!
You love to be
Bubbly
Bubbly
Bubbly
She hurried down the hall.
And listen to
Chloe
Chloe
Chloe
“Omigosh omigosh!! Like, thank you for the music!! I love it!!”
Her sister, two years older, smiled... And if there was something wicked in the smile, something predatory, Kenzie was too bubbly to notice. “Oh, I’m so glad. I hoped you’d like it. In fact, if you like that one, I’ve got some other songs I think you’ll love ...”
“Really?? Oh yes please!!”
“And if I can give you my advice ...” Chloe leaned forward.
“Uh huh??”
“I think you should listen to these songs on your headphones while you sleep.” She moved even closer, whispering. “Aaaaalllll night....”
Her breath was hot on Kenzie’s ear, and she shivered a little. It felt so good to obey. Especially to obey her sister.
“That’s a great idea!!”
Chloe smiled. Grinned, really. Like a shark. Or the Grinch.
“Gooood...”
*****
The saga begins!!
Hey remember when we all used iPods? *giggle*
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