#he's so strong hes so brave for enduring that. truly when u think about what he went thru (sister daniel) the green dye madness is normal.

[lesbaurinkos]

we really need to have some more respect for our bravest warriors and by that i mean phil. can u imagine the agonies he went thru upon first receiving pictures of sister daniel and just having to live with it cause he was on a whole other continent? can u imagine his torment in this world? dyeing everything in the house green in a fit of madness would be the least i would do in his shoes. personally

[dclsbaby]

mykonos-crossed lovers (part iv) 🦋

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Summary: When you drunkenly book a girls trip to a tropical Greek island to help mend your broken heart, you would never for a second think it will take you exactly to where he is. Him. A tale of the right person at the wrong time, an overused cliché made into plots of movies you never thought would live through in your reality. Two people, still madly in love with each other, hearts still broken, suppressed by the alcohol and distractions consumed on this trip. Will they let their egos get in the way, protect what’s left of their already broken hearts, or will let their hearts speak?

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: smut smut smutty smut this is dirty AF please read at your own discretion

Author’s Note: to all my lovely babies thank you so much for being so patient with me as I endure one of the toughest months of my life. the reason why it had taken me so long to write was because i had uni and my mental health was at an all time low, so thank you a thousand times over to those who’ve written me to check up on how i was doing, it truly means the world 😭 after completing part 4, i felt like dom and (y/n)’s love story isn’t over yet, so a sequel is definitely something I’m considering, let me know if you would like to see that! I hope you enjoy part 4, and thank you to everyone who’s written me so many lovely things about my very first fic. i love u i love u i love u 🤍🤍🤍 xxx

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“She said no mate. Get the fuck away from her,” Dom interjects. You look up to him with thankful eyes. “And who the hell are you? Her boyfriend?” the blonde responds. Brave, Dom thought. “Fuck off,” he steps in front of you, allowing you to hide behind his tall and strong figure. After all this time, protecting you is still an instinct he has yet to unlearn. “You’ve got two seconds to get out of my sight, or you will get hurt,” Dom sternly says, emphasising every syllable. “Fine! Chill out mate I’m gone,” the blonde quickly retreats.

You exhale a sigh of relief, feeling grateful for the man who has brought you comfort so many times in the past. “Hey, are you okay? I’m here, I’ve got you,” says Dom as he embraces you in a hug. He rests his chin on top of your head and holds your head with one hand, and wraps his other arm around your body. You were terrified of that creepy man, you were confused from the alcohol, the lack of control is sending you into a haywire, so you are glad to be in the presence of someone familiar. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” he repeats as he tries to calm your shaking body. “Thank you,” you say as you look up to him with teary eyes, with the palm of your hand on his chest, as you once again, break his heart all over again.

After a long embrace, you pull away, leaving him feeling empty.

“Let me take you home yeah?” asked Dom, and you nodded without much thought. You two make a quiet exit as he guides you out of the club, his hand on yours as you move past sweaty bodies, careful not to bump into anyone. Dom was a little drunk too, but he knew had to take care of you.

When you made it outside, you let go of his hand, a little too early for Dom’s liking. The affection, the touch were all too familiar to him, a crave he never thought he had until you let go. It was as if a simple touch had countered all efforts to move on.

You give him your address and he calls on a taxi for your two. He texts his friends as well as yours, letting them know what had happened and why it was best for you to call it a night.

Take care of her mate.

Thanks for letting us know, be safe on the way back. We’ve got her purse

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The taxi didn’t take too long to come, and you quickly hopped into the car, followed by Dom, and gave your address. You sat by the window and leaned your head on the window screen, your fingers laced between each other as you rested them on your thighs. Dom wanted nothing more than to hold your hand, make you feel safe, to be your rock. That’s all he ever wanted in your relationship, be given the chance to be there for you. All the pent-up anger and frustration he had over you for breaking his heart dissipates. As much as it would have been a lot easier to move on with anger, he can no longer suppress his feelings for you.

Despite his desperation to hold you, he decided against holding your hand, and stayed within boundaries. He didn’t want to overwhelm you after the night you’ve had. You kept your eyes closed the entire ride back, occasionally opening your eyes to remind yourself of where you are. Dom notices this, and keenly listens to your soft breathing, and watches your chest rise.

Minutes later, you arrived back in your villa. “Hey,” he touches your arm softly. “We’re here,” he quietly says, careful not to surprise you. You slowly open your eyes, still feeling a bit delirious. It’s the same face you would make when he used to gently wake you up to say goodbye before he leaves for training, he thought.

“How long was the ride?” you ask, discombobulated, as you rub your eyes, smudging the last bit of mascara you have on. “Not long enough,” he mutters, wishing he had more time with you.

Still a bit tipsy, Dom helps you step off the taxi. You carefully place your foot down, cautious to not have your heel stuck between the concrete, and make your way towards your villa.

“You coming in then?” you ask as you turn to face Dom. “I wasn’t sure you wanted me to come in,” he replies as he stood by where the taxi was. “Don’t be silly. It’s late,” you said, gesturing to him to come in.

You took out the house card that you’ve thankfully kept in your pocket, otherwise you’d be locked out. As you step into the villa, you make your way to the wooden bench by the shoe rack to take off your strappy heels. After fumbling with the straps too much, you grew frustrated as you were just too drunk to figure out how to take them off.

“I’ll help you,” Dom says as he kneels in front of you to remove your painfully annoying heels. He gently grips the back of your calf with one hand, and carefully tug on the straps of your heels with his free hand. His touch sent goosebumps throughout your legs that you hoped he did not notice. “I’ve always liked these heels,” he comments. “Mmhm,” you gave him a smile, remembering all the times he’s taken those heels off you.

“Let’s get you some water eh,” he guides you to the kitchen. You follow Dom’s lead and plants yourself on the kitchen island. He asks you where the glasses are and takes two for you and him. “Thank you,” you look at him. “For taking me home.. and for getting rid of that guy,” you said. A reminder of the creepy man made him shudder, “Don’t mention it, please,” he says, a little too seriously, with two meanings. He did not want to be reminded of another man ever being close to you.

“I’m sorry again Dom, for everything—“ “—are you though?” he cuts you off, the last bit of alcohol in his system forcing him to speak his mind. “What?” you asked, a little taken aback. “Are you actually sorry?” Dom repeats himself. “Y-yes of course I am, how could you ask that?” you were surprised at his interruption.

“I don’t know, it seems everywhere I look, you’re there, and doing something that absolutely does my head in.” he says a little annoyed, and takes a sip of his water to calm his nerves. “Dom,” you sigh. “You know I didn’t leave you because I stopped loving you-“ “-Then why did you?!” his raised voice caught you off guard, almost slamming his glass on the counter.

“We have gone through this so many times! I’ve given you every reason I have to make this easier for the both of us!” you replied with frustration. Dom reacts with a surprised face, eyebrows furrowed, shaking his head. “The both of us? Nothing you’ve said has made it easier for me, so don’t ever try to speak on my behalf,” he says with offense.

You look away whilst shaking your head. “I honestly can’t do this right now Dom,” you place your hands on your hips. “I’m exhausted, totally worn out, this, us,” you point your index finger to yourself and him. “Seeing you on this trip, talking to you for the first time in months,” you sigh, “it’s all too fucking much,” you said exasperated. “I’m going to bed, there are plenty of guest bedrooms, feel free to find yourself one,” you say as you hop off the island.

“No,” Dom says, almost a demand. He pulls you back in front of him and pins you against the counter. “We are not done talking,” he lifts you and places you back onto the counter.

He is standing between your legs, with the palm of his hands on the island, palms planted next to either side of your thighs.

“I’m done fucking about, (Y/N),” he stares into your eyes. “You know how I feel about you. Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll leave you alone,” he breathes by your face. “Once and for all,” says Dom as he gives you an ultimatum you never expected.

Dom is breathing heavily, and you could see his chest rise with every breath he takes. The tension between you two was so strong, it could be cut with a knife. You stare into his eyes as you decide on what to say. Those green, almost hazel, beautiful eyes you miss waking up to every morning, eyes once sparkly and full of life now replaced with dark, lustful ones. His pink, flushed lips from the alcohol subtly quivering in anticipation of your response. You are left speechless by his ultimatum.

Against your better instincts, you take his face in your hands and desperately kiss his lips.

To your surprise he kisses you back, with so much passion that it’s borderline aggression, and wraps his arms around your waist. His desperate arms crawl itself from your waist to your back, then your neck, pushing the back of it so he could feel your lips better. The familiar warmth of his lips sends a thrill down your spine, a feeling you have missed for the longest time. He lets go of you for a second to grab your ass and pull your body closer to his, which you responded by wrapping your legs around his waist, lifting your skirt up in the process. You quickly unbutton the first two buttons of his shirt, eager to see more of him. Taking the hint, Dom rips his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere but that is that last thing on his mind right now.

He takes your face in his hands and presses his forehead against yours. “Tell me to stop and I will,” he says as he goes to plant kisses on your neck, down your shoulders and collarbones, pressing his lips against yours once again. “Tell me you want this as much as I do,” he breathes by your mouth. “Tell me you want me,” he asks from you. You sigh at the pleasure you didn’t think you’d ever feel again. You missed this. You missed him.

“I want you,” you hastily say to him, looking at his lips and then deep into his lustful yet loving eyes.

After your last syllable he kisses you again, more aggressively this time, and lifts your body up to pull your skirt off you. You help him unbutton his pants and feel butterflies in the pit of your stomach at the sight of him.

You and Dom move in sync, in the same rhythm, on the same wavelength. It was as if no time had gone by. The bond you have with him is one in a million and cannot be replicated with anyone else. A connection so deep it’s a blessing and a curse, with so much happiness can occur so much pain.

You desperately try to quench your thirst for one another by exploring each other's bodies, after what feels like a lifetime apart. Hands everywhere, limbs entangled, your face on his. He’s wanted this for so long. Dom has dreamt of what it would be like to be intertwined with you again. Though then it was a nightmare, as he would wake up to an empty bed. Even his subconscious wants you.

“Are you, you know?” you ask, hinting to an obvious question. “I haven’t been with anyone else,” he looks at you in the eye. You nod at him, saying “I believe you,” through your eyes, which he received. His admission got you more excited for what’s to come.

Dom pushes your bodysuit fabric to the side, and inserts a finger in you, causing you to gasp. You try to hide your muffled moans, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that early. “Wet for me already?” he smirks as he pumps himself. Unflattered by his comment, you decide to tease him a little.

“How about I go back to the club and find that blonde again?” you threaten him. “Nah, fuck that,” he says angrily, pushing himself inside you without warning. You let out a deep sigh as you roll your eyes at the pain and pleasure. “Holy shit,” you curse at his size, still needing to adjust to the fullness. “Tell me if I’m hurting you baby,” he whispers in your ear before planting a kiss on your neck. “Keep going,” you say as you wrap your arms around his neck for support.

He slowly pulls out and pushes back into you several times, before pulling out of you completely, leaving you frustrated at the cold emptiness. He quickly thrusts himself back inside you in a quick pace, his tip hitting your core in one go. “Fucking hell,” he whimpers.

He has never felt anything as good as you, your warmth, your tightness around him, nothing could ever replicate that. His pace quickens by the second, leaving you a moaning mess. “Look at me baby,” he growls, yearning to see your face as you’re pleasured by him. The sight of you looking up at him with your eyebrows furrowed, mouth shaped an ‘o’, your chest rising, the sounds of slapping skins nearly made him finish. But that man has the stamina of a machine, and has self-control like no other, except when it comes to you. It takes every inch of him to make this moment last.

Craving to see more of you, he pulls your bodysuit strap and yanks the fabric down, revealing your breasts. Dom has always been good with his hands, he knows how to fuck you, make out with you, and play with your breasts at the same time. Desperate to feel every inch of you, he lifts your leg and rests it on his shoulder and holds your waist to push you into him as he takes control of the rhythm.

“Oh, fuck!” you moan at the change of position as you feel him hit your spot with every beat. “You feel so good baby,” he whimpers in your ear, turning you on even more and pushing you towards a high. You two are a whimpering mess, bodies intertwined, hungry for each other. A strand of his curls hangs out of Dom’s tied hair, occasionally sticking on his glistening forehead.

“Fuck baby, I’m not going to last much longer,” he says as he cranes his neck down to look at himself thrusting in and out of you. “Me too,” you whimper out. Dom’s pace gets sloppy as he is losing control. “Baby I’m gonna cum,” he cries out. “I’m on the pill,” you said. His eyes widened. “So I can-” “-yeah,” you quickly replied. “Fuck, okay,” the thought of spilling himself in you pushed him to a climax. “Shit, baby!” he releases himself in you. You gasp as you feel his juices shoot into the walls of your core. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he repeats himself as he rests his forehead on your collarbone. “Cum for me baby,” he whispers in your ear as cum is still spilling in you. “I’m gonna—fuck!”, you moan and grip his biceps for support as you crane your neck back and roll your eyes and join his high. As you both catch your breaths, he rests his forehead on yours, planting a lasting kiss on your lips, then your forehead. You stay breathing on one another for a short while.

“Holy--fucking--shit, that was-” “I know”, you cut him off. Dom slowly pulls himself out of you, which made you jump at the sudden cold emptiness. He watches his cum ooze its way out of you and trail down your thighs. “Fuck me that’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen,” he says in awe. “Think I just did,” you joke, earning a chuckle from Dom. He has been wanting this for so long, to hold you, feel you, and have you in his arms again. You have been longing for a touch you have missed, an emptiness you have yearned to fill.

“I would never have thought I’d be taking you on the kitchen counter on this trip, considering the circumstances,” he smirked. You raise your eyebrows in confusion, signalling him to elaborate. “I mean I knew I’d be fucking you, but somewhere normal,” he laughs as he picks up your clothes and his off the floor.

“Are you saying that I’m easy?” you asked rather annoyed, crossing your arms at what he said. “No!”, he quickly says, afraid to be misunderstood. “I meant, I’m here, on this island because of you, I planned this trip for us,” he paused.

“Remember when I showed you our plans for the summer months ago? When we were, you know, still together?” he asked. You nodded, feeling slightly guilty. “Well, I booked it that same night,” he adds. “What do you mean?” you asked confused. “When we broke up, I tried to cancel the trip, but the travel agency wouldn’t give me a refund, so I brought the boys along and called it a lads trip instead,” he replied. “Oh, I, I didn’t know you had actually planned a trip for us,” you said, looking up at him with remorseful eyes. “I wanted to surprise you, you know. We’ve both never been, and I wanted to make it special for you,” he says, giving you a smile which you matched, apologetically.

“Look babe, I know this probably isn’t the right time to bring this up, considering I’ve just fucked you on the counter and it reeks of sex in here,” he says as you roll your eyes and chuckle at the innuendo. “But if tonight has taught me anything, if this entire, petrifyingly coincidental circumstance of seeing you in Mykonos has taught me anything, is that fate wants us to be together,” he pulls and kisses your hand. You pull his hand away to tug on his loose curly strand. “I don’t want to spend another second without you by my side, I am so madly in love with you,” he reveals and mimics you as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ears. “I don’t think I ever stopped,” he looked back into your eyes.

“Are you sure?” you ask, looking away. “You seemed like you hated me when you first saw me again,” you shrugged. Dom’s demeanour changed a little bit, looking almost guilty. “I never hated you, granted, I probably wanted to. It’s much easier to pretend than to face reality, you know?” he asks. You knew, of course you knew. You did the same thing. “But it’s impossible to forget you, I’ve tried everything, and I mean everything to get you out of my head. Some things I admit, I’m not proud of, but I’ve never felt pain like that before, I didn't know how to cope,” he confesses. You look at him once more before looking down on your hands.

“Baby,” he takes your hands in his, “will you come home with me?” he pleads. Your body jolts at his request. “I will give you all the space in the world if you ever need it, support you in every step of the way and will only help you if you ask me,” he cups your face with his hands. “Just please, give me the chance to be there for you. I’m not asking you to need me, but let me be there, please,” he places a hand on your cheek. “I love you,” he adds. Your heart bursts at his confession. You responded by planting a deep kiss on his lips. “I love you,” you said as you caressed his hand on your face. “I’ll come home.”

***

By dawn, you’re showered, cleansed from the events of last night, tucked in bed with the love of your life. A case of the “right person at the wrong time”, resolved, as Dom breathes down your neck, holding you close to him with his arms around you, occasionally pressing kisses to your neck. To him, the one that got away came back, the empty space he had been forced to get used to was replaced by your body pressed against his. Dom steals a smell of your sweet-scented hair, reminding himself that this is his reality, and he no longer has to pretend.

A tale of star-crossed lovers reunite on a blue night in Mykonos, on a tropical escape meant to erase every trace of one another in their hearts and minds, only to bring them back into each other's arms.

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Our Time [Jaime Lannister x Stark!Reader]

Request: "Hi hi hi could u pretty please write something for jaime x starkreader where after the war the reader becomes queen in the north and it's her coronation and jaime just admires her beauty (she's his wife at this point which also makes him king in the north) and afterwards he just kisses her and picks her up and tells her that he loves her and it's just soooooo fluffy ahh I love jaime and I hate what they did to him in season 8.. btw I love your writing so much!!!! <3" by anonymous

A/n: Thank you so much dear anon 💘 I had so much writing this and I realized I’m totally Jaime trash at this point. Hope you like it and don’t hesitate to leave a comment telling me what you think! Btw the quote in bold is by one of my fave writers/philosophers, Jean-Paul Sartre.

Words:  1400 || GoT Masterlist

The only time a person can be brave is when they are afraid.

The words your father had spoken almost ten years ago replayed in your head as you tried to calm your nerves by taking slow deep breaths. Those days when you were nothing but a young girl who dreamed of a better world seemed like a lifetime ago. Since then everything had changed but most of all, you had changed.

The struggle and hardships you had endured after your father's death had shaped you into a completely different person. Having suffered beatings, torture and the death of your loved ones, the only thing that had kept you standing was those words. Now, every hint of hesitation had faded away, as you carried yourself with a confidence and strength fit for a queen.

Taking another deep breath, you straightened your gown one last time before making your way towards Winterfell's council room. Upon crossing the familiar corridors, thoughts of your father and brother Robb filled your mind. An independent North with a Stark to lead. That was what they were fighting for, what they would have wanted and at that moment you swore you would make them proud.

The second Jaime saw you entering the large hall, his breath got caught in his throat as he found himself to be in awe with you once again. You were just as beautiful as you had been on your wedding day, he thought smiling at the memory. This time, however, your dress was much darker as the metallic stripes all over your chest resembled an armor.

Jaime was mesmerized by the look of sheer determination that shone in your eyes, which only added to your confident stance making your presence capturing. More than beautiful, you looked strong. Passing right in front of the huge Stark banner that was hanging in the wall, the wolf inside you howled with pride as you locked eyes with Jaime, who gave you an approving look. He knew that even though you didn’t want this, the North believed you and he was certain you would carry on the Stark legacy, being a capable and fair ruler.

The moment you sat down every person in the hall kneeled in front of you as Ser Davos slowly placed the silver crown in your head in an almost ceremonial way. Nodding at the man, he resumed to his previous place, next to the throne as every advisor should be. For an instant no sound could be heard in the room until you rose up, eyes stuck on Jaime.

"The War is over" you voice echoed through the halls "We fought both men and monsters and survived. But this is not the end. I can’t promise you safety, for winter is coming. What I can promise you is this: from this day until my last I will fight for you. There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours. From the ashes we will build a brighter future, just like my brother promised you" At that moment, Jaime realized as the passion in your voice sent shivers down his spine, you were truly a she wolf. There was something so fierce and powerful about you that could make even the strongest warrior bend down to your will. That was what you were meant to be, and Jaime couldn’t be more proud that he had the chance to be by your side in your hour of glory, seeing you finally getting what you always deserved, happiness and acceptance.

"Queen in the North" It started as a mere whisper, but in no time the whole room was chanting and howling in triumph. Jaime raised his sword just like the heads of all the remaining Northern houses had and joined the men.

"Ser Jaime, step forward" you demanded as soon as the cheers began quieting down. Taking a deep breath he followed your request making his way to right in front of you and bowing "As my husband you have swore to stand by me, just as I swore to stand by you. Today I need you to act on those vows. Will you rule by my side? Will you swear to protect the North with your life?" The intensity in the look the two of you exchanged was such to burn through the Wall and tear castles to the ground. In that moment you realized just how strongly Jaime believed in you, causing your heart to threaten to beat out of your chest.

"I swear. From this day until the end of my days" Jaime declared after what had seemed like a century while it was, in fact, just a second

"Arise Ser Jaime, rightful King in the North" you announced. There was a much deeper meaning behind those words and you both knew that. This wasn't about a throne or a kingdom, this was about loyalty and trust. With Jaime on your side, you were certain the future was going to be brighter than ever before.

The feast carried on in an absolute frenzy with countless toasts to the King and Queen in the North and by the end of it, most northerners had either fallen asleep or were positively drunk. Hearing Winterfell's corridors echo with laughter once more caused a warm feeling to fill your heart, reassuring you the worst had passed. Deciding it was late enough, you and Jaime headed back to your chambers. While you were walking, you couldn't help observing him, as the light from the torches made his hair shine like pure gold and highlighted his features.

The second the door closed behind the two of you, Jaime pulled you in for a breathtakingly passionate kiss. His hand tenderly traced your cheekbone before trailing down to the back your neck in order to hold you close. Returning the kiss in an equally fervent manner, you slightly bit his lower lip causing him to smile into the kiss.

"I love you" Jaime whispered after the kiss was broken, the seriousness of his voice taking you by surprise "And I want you to know that even though I didn't know your father well, I'm utterly certain he'd be proud of you. I know I am"

"That's all I need. I love you, Jaime" you replied, marveling at the bright smile that formed on his lips. Hearing him say those words meant more to you than words could ever express, making you forget all your worries. The sweet moment was interrupted abruptly, as Jaime picked you up, bridal style and carried you to the bed "What are you doing?" you asked him chuckling while your hands rested on his chest.

"Taking care of my Queen" he replied upon gently letting you down on the bed and helping you remove the tight skirt of your dress, leaving you in your undershirts. Taking off his armor, Jaime lied down on the bed, arms tightly wrapping around your waist as he pulled you flush against him. Feeling a trail of soft kisses on your shoulder blade, you smiled snuggling closer to him. You closed you eyes, letting the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat lull you to sleep.

"Jaime…" you tried wanting to know if he was still awake

"What?" he replied hoarsely, already half asleep

"No matter how much I love the North, you'll always be my home" you admitted making his grip on your waist tightened. Jaime didn't know what he had done to be worthy of such happiness, but for the first time in his life he knew there was no place he'd rather be than right there. You had made him believe in himself again, saving him from completely giving up and he couldn't be more grateful. So, he silently promised to himself he would try his best to support you in the way a King should support his Queen.

Jaime Lannister Taglist: @cyaa-niide

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do all of the ones you haven't yet for the lovesick meme!

oh shit alright uh

2: How long has your crush lasted?

yes

3: 5 songs that you have associated with your crush?

i’m just gonna do 3 bc i don’t have many songs i associate w/ my bfs

michael:

let’s face it, i’m cute - 11 acorn lane

beautiful - mystery skulls

it’s all good - cavetown

jd:

dirty laundry - bitter:sweet

when i grow up - mayday parade

hot mess - cobra starship

4: Do you think they've ever liked you back?

i mean i hope so

6: Whats holding you back from making a move?

nothing really

7: Are you frightened by your feelings for them?

nope

8: Do you think they could ever love you?

i mean i hope they do love me

9: Do you love them?

ya

10: Have you ever had a crush on someone you really shouldn't?

i don’t think so?

11: Do you think anyone currently has a crush on you?

god i hope not, but maybe

12: Ever had a crush on what you thought was a platonic friend?

jd

13: What would you do if your crush revealed they felt the same?

idk man

14: Has your crush ever hurt you?

no

16: Why do you like them?

michael’s unbelievably sweet and kind and is always a fun person to talk to. he cares about everyone and tries his best at everything and there’s something about him that’s unmistakably charming

jd’s a cool guy who i’ve been friends with for only a month i think but it feels like longer. i feel like i can trust him with anything and i feel rlly safe around him? he’s serious when he needs to be

17: Do you think you'll ever get over them?

whomst

18: Do you have 1 specific song that is strongly associated with a certain memory or interaction with them?

not really

19: The moment you knew you had feelings for them?

it was the morning after for michael. it was the way he slept so peacefully and calmly and the way sun dawned on him and he looked like someone truly radiant and ethereal

for jd, it was one of those days where we went to go get slushies and it was a day like any other but like...idk i guess i saw how happy he looked just filling up his cup and i realized hey, maybe dating this guy won’t be so bad

20: What would they have to do for you to stop liking them?

impossible, next question

21: Have you ever fallen asleep with them?

yea

22: Held their hand?

yea

23: Kissed their cheek?

yea

24: Kissed them on the lips?

yea

26: Had sex with them?

wouldn’t u like to know

27: Where on your body have they touched you?

;)

28: Does their touch set your skin on fire?

sometimes

29: Do you get butterflies when they touch you?

sure

30: Do they make you smile like no one else can?

oh absolutely

31: Does their presence calm you?

yea

32: Does it make you go crazy being around them and not 'being with' them?

no?

33: Are you friends with your crush?

yes. if ur not friends w/ the person ur in a relationship w/ then who tf are u

34: Have you always been friends?

w/ jd yeah

36: Best phone call with them?

michael: it was probably a little later but earlier than 12 am. we were just talking about shit for like hours and talking about our future and we lingered on the topic of our wedding a lot and he fell asleep on call but i figured if i hung up i’d wake him up so i just. didn’t hang up and ended up passing out listening to him

jd: it was like...4 am or smth and his dad was being himself so we just talked about nothing but i felt captivated the entire time? i was literally just listening him to talk about shit all but it’s 1 of my fondest memories bc he sounded really calm

37: Last time you hung out with them?

with michael it was like....a couple minutes ago and for jd it was a week ago i think

38: Ever been drunk together?

yes for jase, no for mich

39: Fondest memory of them?

does every memory of them count

40: Ever made a mistake with them?

haha. yeah.

41: Regretted not making a move?

kinda. i wish i had gotten into a relationship w/ them earlier lmao

42: If you could go back in time to that moment, what would you do?

confess. 

be more of a friend.

43: Do you think that would change your current relationship with them?

maybe.

44: If you could get a 100% honest answer from them, what 3 questions would you ask?

1) are you really serious about having a future w/ me?2) what things in specific do you hate about me?3) when did you realize you had feelings for me?

1) why did you do the things you did?2) do you ever regret being friends with me?3) do you wish you could take it back?

46: Have they ever tried to make a move?

maybe? idk

47: If so why did you miss it?

idk

48: Have they ever been infatuated with a friend of yours?

haha yea

49: Are they single?

no

60: What are you most attracted to about them?

michael: how kind he is. how strong he is despite everything and how brave he is for enduring the things he’s endured. his eyes

jd: his loyalty, the way he feels safe and comforting and how he seems to know what to say before you even tell him

61: Can you see a future with them?

absolutely

62: Have you sabotaged things between you two?

haha. yeah.

63: Why? What were you afraid of achieving? Love? Happiness? Content? Disappointment?

yes

64: Could they make you happy?

yeah, and they already have

66: What's something that only you two do?

i can’t think of any off the top of my head lmao

67: Does liking them make you feel vulnerable?

haha. yeah.

68: Have they ever given you anything?

yes

69: Have they ever used you?

no

70: Have they abused and manipulated you due to your feelings for them?

no

71: Have you ever spent quite literally all day and night thinking about them?

haha. yeah.

72: Have you ever accidentally nearly walked into moving traffic cause you were thinking about them?

hahahahaha

yeah.

73: Ever worn anything knowing it would draw their attention to you?

kinda? but not in a sexual way more like ‘this is my meme shirt i bought for 10 dollars off of amazon’

74: Have they ever made you feel so safe and content everything else slips away?

yep

76: Truthfully do you think you belong together right now?

yes.

77: Have they ever seen you completely vulnerable?

yea

78: Do you trust them?

absolutely

79: When you see them what feelings are strongest?

love. happiness. affection. vulnerability. 

80: Are they in love or interested in someone else?

michael is i think, idk about jd

81: If they asked you to kiss them, would you?

oh ABSOLUTELY

82: Will they be in your life a year from now?

i hope so

83: A moment where you so nearly gave into your feelings for them and did something about it?

idk man

84: Do they know you have feelings for them?

i hope so

86: Your ideal date with them?

just being around them. we don’t have to go somewhere to have a good time. as long as i’m with them, i’m perfectly content

87: What's their name?

michael mell & jason dean. last names are up to change

88: Have you ever been in their room?

yea

89: Shared a secret with them?

yea

90: Have they ever made you a promise and broken it?

idk

91: Have they ever disappointed you?

nah

92: Whats the most problematic thing about them, which you overlook due to your feelings for them?

decline to state

93: Have you ever had to compete for their affection?

not really?

94: For as long as they're in your life could you handle just being friends?

i. guess i could if it came down to it

96: What's standing in your way from being with them?

nothing

97: Would you let them use you for sex?

tf kinda question

98: Ever had a bad feeling about them that's screaming for you to get out while you still can?

nope

99: If you could go back in time, would you avoid ever meeting them?

nope

100: You have 1 wish about them, what would you wish for?

for them to be happy and safe. no matter what.

[youngcst-a]

lol i h8 myself here u go @trueheda​ & @challengedloyalty.

                     he should have seen this coming.   he should have known that,   had he stopped this when he could have,   the girl he held close wouldn’t be trying to cover her tears.   the man had realised far too late that he could have prevented this,   that he could have saved her this pain.   sven was special to ontari,   and although nova regretted not giving that special treatment to her when expected of him,  he was just happy someone could.   then it went further,   and he was powerless to stop it.   had he known they loved each other,   he would have put a stop to it himself.   had he known that his SISTER and his BEST FRIEND were in danger because of something they could not control,  he would have moved to control it for them.  but he had become weak with his own love,   and believed ontari should be allowed to love whoever she wanted,  that it was not up to him or his mother to have a say in her affections.   mow,  the man is stood,   eyes stinging with tears as he watches two beings he cares about crumble before his eyes.  

                    arms tighten around the girl without realising,   his heart racing as he watches on to such a horrific sight.  nova was no angel,   and normally this instance would thrill him.  he had been trained to revel in pain,   to appreciate the art of it.   and yet,   he felt nothing but pure pain himself as he watched his best friend destroyed by people he trusted.  eyes flit to his mother,   unmoved by the sight,  unhindered by his screams,   unsympathetic to ontari’s pain.   there was so much wrong with this image nova did not know where to begin.

                    sven had his faults.   nova would be the first to admit it.   but sven had become family  ;  he had become so much more than just another disposable man in his army.  if nova could swap places with him,   HE WOULD.   if nova could take sven’s pain,   and ontari’s with it,   HE WOULD.  because the pain he held surely was worse and would last far longer.   

                    the girl speaks,   though nova does not register what words she spoke.   eyes burn into his mother,  ASHAMED to even be considered her son,  for the first time in his life.   he had always believed his mother knew best,  that she was right at every turn.   but this could not be right,  for if it was,   he did not WANT to be right.   and although fingers dig into his arm,   and pain shoots through him like daggers,   he knows it is nothing compared to what the brave man before them was enduring.  how could this have happened?

                                         “if you turn your head,    they’ll think you weak.”   

                    the words rang through his mind as he thought back to the first time he had watched such a display.   sat alongside his mother,   her soft tone whispering to his young ears,   a hand resting upon his shoulder as she reassured him it was for the best.    he does not remember who was on the floor the first time he witnessed this,   but he was sure that,  until the day he DIED,  he would remember this day.

                    eyes move to look back at the man,   but they lose focus.   he will not turn his head,   he will not LOOK AWAY,  but he will not see.   he will not torment himself with such sights.  and he prays with everything in him that ontari does the same.  

                    wailing soon moves to whimpering,   whimpering soon moving to silence,  and as the spectacle ends people start to filter out of the room.   and yet he can not pull himself to go.   he can not bring himself to escort his sister away from such a disturbing event.   because then it would be OVER.   then there would be nothing he could do.   for the first time in his life,   he was POWERLESS,  right at the moment he needed it.   the crowd behinds to melt away and the boy catches his mother’s eye.   such DELIGHT fills them that it makes him feel sick to his stomach.   any sadness he once held moved to anger,   anger burning inside him,   anger he knew he could not release lest he do some unspeakable.   arms tightened around her once again,   hand moving to rub along her arm,   hoping to calm her,  hoping she was not as angered as he was.   temper ran short in the family,   it was a common occurrence,  though his was by far the shortest.   he had had less training,   less expectations,   less work.   and yet,   he felt far less passionately than the rest.   maybe that is why his chest hurt as such,   why his stomach churned and why his head throbbed.   because,  for once,   HE FELT.   

                    so wrapped up in his own mind,   eyes so blank and unresponsive,   he had not realised the emptiness of the room.   throat is cleared,   voice low,   shaking.   “ we should go. ”   he muttered,  more to convince himself than her.  “ people will think us weak if we stay - “ but his words went unwarranted,   the girl moving from his grasp.   comfort was gone,   and sure no eyes were to be laid upon him,  he turns from her.   so much emotion flooded through him,  far more than he was USED to,   far more than he could CONTAIN.   a single tear ran it’s course down his cheek before he had even realised it had left,  corse hands moving to rid himself of the SHAME it carried.   he did not cry.   he would not cry.   not for this,  not for anything.  he was too strong for such things to move him.  right?

                    a deep breath is drawn through gritted teeth,   a false calmness drawing over him as he looks back upon the scene.   so much was wrong.   so very much.   heavy boots carry him without command,  slowly,  to her side.  knowing that’s where he must stay,   from now on.   he had to be there,  for her,   no matter what may come.  

                                       “I LOVED HIM.”  

                    a voice so broken reached ears and eyes moved to sting once again.   a hand drew over his face,   pulling over his mouth as he tried to center himself,   tried to tell himself that he had to be strong here.   for them.    for her.   

                                                                   “he knew.”   

                    words leave his lips before he had time to check them,   voice shaking as he does so,   unable to hide just how broken he too felt.   but then he looked at her,   and all pain LEFT his features.   all issues he held became hidden behind perfectly rehearsed responses,   face blank,   hands unwavering as he REACHED OUT to her,   desperate to pull her from the pain she held in her arms.  she goes to speak again,   but he can not take anymore.  he can not take any more questions,   or any more tears,  or any more PAIN.   for he worried he would break in two.  he stayed perfectly still,   the image of a prince,   unfeeling and unwavering as he spoke.  truly the warrior sven had helped him to become.

                                                                                                                                             “he knew.”

[royalapps-blog1]

about the mun !

name/alias, pronouns, and timezone: kristine, she/her, est

other charas: yang jun; ryjun

reservation password: i applied from ryjun lmao

character profile !

faceclaim: choi sooyoung of girls’ generation ( snsd ).

character name: ahn dasom.

birthdate/age: 06 / 22 / 1990, twenty-six years old.

position: duchess of incheon for the hyun family.

positive/negative traits: ( + ) bold, resourceful, wise ( - ) dauntless, headstrong, outspoken

subplots: n/a

biography !

trigger warning: allusions to depression.

i. | you grew up as an only child, but your life wasn’t supposed to be that way. for a brief time in your life, you had a mother and a twin brother, but something had gone wrong during the final moments of the birthing process, leaving you and your father to be the only members of your family to leave the hospital that sunny june morning. the family unit had gone from being two to four, and in a span of a few hours that unit was once again back to two. even with all the wealth your parents had in the world, there was no price that your father could pay to neither turn back time nor bring your two lost loved ones back.

when the both of you had left the hospital, your father vowed that he would do anything in his power to protect you, which is all he had left in this world.

ii. | while your father tried to make your childhood as enjoyable as possible, there was simply no way that he could protect you from everything. it was the reason he proposed the idea of forcing their son into an arranged marriage with his daughter to the pyo king and queen, who were both long time friends with his beloved wife. the pyos’ would gain more political support from incheon and its people, as well as power over the land if you bore a child, while in turn incheon would stay supported and dasom would have both more financial and medical support than you would ever need. her father presumed this would be a fool-proof plan, and truly it was, but even with all the financial, medical and physical protection that you would gain, you couldn’t be protected from the emotional pain you would endure as you continued to age.

iii. | as the only successor to the ahn family lineage, there was a lot of pressure to be perfect as the duchess-to-be, but you certainly put on a smile and kept your brave face on despite the large weight that was placed upon your shoulders since birth. you weren’t even supposed to inherit the role of a duchess, but no one else knew that except for you and your father. to everyone else, you were born first, your twin brother following behind before he unfortunately passed away. the only reason you even tried so hard to ensure that you’d make the best duchess you could was so that your twin brother and your mother would be looking down on you, smiling at your success and cheering you on instead of being disappointed.

it was all you ever wanted, but you’d never know if you’d get it.

iv. | although you were only a distant relative of the hyuns, your family’s love for technology didn’t cease to fade as you enrolled into seoul national university, double majoring in computer science as well as political science. you did whatever you could to keep your reputation crystal clear, while also being 100% true to who you were with everything you did. by following the political science pathway, it showcased that you were serious about your role as a future duchess, and by going through with computer science you were also displaying your interest in technology, which you were always curious of since you were a child. the people of incheon viewed you as responsible and reputable, which only bettered your name and relationship with them.

v. | what you weren’t expecting, however, was for the role of duchess of incheon to be passed to you so quickly. just months after your twenty-third birthday, long after you had graduated with degrees in both computer science and political science, your father had forfeited the role of duke due to him falling ill, having to be hospitalized and unable to fulfill his duties. with a heavy heart, you accepted your new role. the news of your father’s hospitalization caused created a buzz throughout incheon, as people began fearing that you, too, would soon become ill just like the rest of your family.

while you had proved to be perfectly healthy time and time again, the worry still lingered and there was nothing you could do to rid the people of that fear.

vi. | while you put up a triumphant front, your heart was weak. you had your own growing fear that your father would never end up well, and that only added to the stress of ensuring you could do the best you could to make everyone around you proud. involuntarily forced to be strong, your heart broke more and more as anxieties piled on top of you, the weight on your shoulders increasingly becoming heavier as days based. people liked to think you were some kind of strong, female role model with all the accomplishments you had under your belt, but even the toughest people had their weaknesses and you seemed to be hitting your wits end quicker and quicker.

but for everyone around you, that broken side of you that you couldn’t ignore every time you stared into the mirror, had to be covered up with a mask. it was for the best.

vii. | it’s now 2017, and while your father was now in stable condition, his health status was subject to change every now and then. whenever your schedule was piled with events and meetings you couldn’t miss, sometimes your father would have a scare which only worsened your crestfallen emotions even more with every waking moment that you couldn’t be with him. you’re handling a province, your father’s health and your own sanity at the moment, but there’s only so much you could take. now that you were nearing the age of thirty, king and queen pyo are pushing your marriage, which only adds onto the stress you already have. life is moving too fast and you’re trying your best to keep up; but still, you’re not made of steel and everything still hurts.

viii. | there’s only so much you could do all at once, and it’s becoming easier and easier to listen to the voices in your head, pulling you into the darkness, shoving you closer and closer to your breaking point. will you make it out alive?

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