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amysubmits · 1 year ago

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Hi Amy! I just found your blog and really wanted to talk to you if you've got time but I got nervous so here's an anon. So I'm in my very early twenties and in the last few years have been really interested and taken by the idea of d/s dynamics. I don't have a boyfriend and am not really comfortable signing up to any sites so that's not really the issue. But as I'm going on dates and stuff I do find myself looking for that character that would resemble a dominant guy. I didn't realize it but I am attracted to that energy. What I'm concerned about though is the reason...for that attraction. So I'm in drama school but we can't really afford it so I have 2 part time jobs rn. One is this modeling agency that sometimes gets me by. It doest do much in my country but once a month a few hundred if im lucky, do come in handy. The issue is that the people I'm around and the environment is very toxic. Not just in a photoshoot but mainly. I've had to shut my mouth and smile and "submit" to guys just to remain part of the project. I don't feel comfortable doing more provocative stuff so that's been an issue and my manager keeps pressuring me about it at every opportunity. The relationship w him is weird he's a nice guy in general but sometimes he's too pushy. I also had a bf in the past (the only one) we were together briefly but he ordered me around a lot, and we never talked ab any of this but he was very strict with what I wore ect. What I'm trying to say is, I've had very traumatic experiences w all these people and am really worried whether the dynamic between us pushed me to want it? Like if my desires are somehow influenced by my trauma? Have you had similar concerns? How did you realize this is what you wanted and that it is not a response to something? I hope you're comfortable answering, but if not thank you for what you're doing your page has been really informative and I've learnt a lot xxxxx

Hi there!

I would be happy for you to message me if you decide you feel comfortable at any point, but anons are okay too! It's a big part of why I leave them on, for people who feel comfortable sending asks but not asking questions or whatever on DM. :)

This worry you're sharing about wondering if your desire to be a sub or be submissive comes from your trauma is something that I think a ton of subs have considered or worried about at some point. You'll definitely get a different answer to these questions if you ask other people. In my view, this is one of those areas where the 'right' answer can vary from person to person. So, this is just my take of course.

I am trying to avoid writing an extremely long post, so if you want or need me to elaborate feel free to follow up. But in a nutshell...I think most people have "little t trauma" from childhood that caused them to adapt to try to find connection and feel safe (physically or emotionally) and loved from a SUPER young age, to the point where it's challenging to know what it even would mean for a lot of us to say X is me, but Y is my trauma. Like 50% of the population has an insecure attachment style, and that primarily develops in the first year of our lives. So then we're still babies but we're already trying to change our own behavior to feel connected to our mother or our primary care giver. When that's the case...I think it's really, really tough to know who or what you would have been without the trauma as it's baked into your personality and coping methods SO early that we can't remember anything else. And so...I guess my goal has been to try to do a combination of accepting myself while also looking as honestly as I can at who/how I am now and look to change anything that I want to change or think needs improved. And with that in mind...I couldn't begin to tell you if I'd be a sub sexually or personality wise if I didn't have trauma. I just think that's an impossible question to try to figure out. Instead, I try to look at whether what I crave is healthy. If what I want to do is healthy for me, then it's okay if it IS based in trauma. I mean, plenty of things can be caused by trauma but still be really good things. For example, I feel pretty confident that the reason I seek healthy, safe feeling communication with my partner is because I grew up with lots of yelling and conflict and meanness. But I think that desire to have healthy, loving, safe communication is a good thing so I don't feel the need to reject that desire I have, as it's good, regardless of the cause being 'negative' or sad. I've come to the conclusion that D/s and BDSM can be healthy things for me. That isn't to say that I think I could do anything I wanted and call it D/s or BDSM and have it be healthy. But I think that a lot of what I desire sexually and within my relationship is healthy, and I embrace those things. And when I find myself craving something that is less healthy, I try to avoid embracing those ideas, or avoid acting out those fantasies, or resist those behaviors. For me, one thing I have to fight against is the instinct to be extremely passive. Passive feels safe to me because of my trauma, and I can sometimes incorrectly convince myself that I am being a good sub by being passive. That isn't always true, so I have to really keep an eye on any passivity and make sure that I am truly submitting from a place of desire and choice, and not from a place of it 'feeling good' because my brain is telling me that inactivity to appease others is safe and familiar. We try to regularly re-look at the things we do and ask ourselves again if all the details of how we're managing our D/s and BDSM are healthy for both of us. We try to ask if we're reinforcing healthy ideas or unhealthy ideas. Sometimes it changes over time and we have to adjust.

With you being new and young, I'd also suggest that you try to be extremely careful with what you learn about D/s and BDSM, and triple check that it's healthy. Some people will claim that literally anything done in the name of kink is healthy as long as it's consensual. I think that is a really wild viewpoint, personally. I think consent is really the absolute bare minimum, but a lot of people will consent to things that are harmful to them emotionally, and I think that is unhealthy. Of course, what is unhealthy is extremely opinion based, and I think it also can vary a lot from person to person...something could be unhealthy for me to consent to but perfectly healthy for you to consent to if we have different life experiences, different traumas, etc. At a really basic level I'd suggest looking really closely at whether D/s and BDSM make you feel good in terms of things like...confident, loved, empowered, authentic, loved, safe, secure, etc - or if it feels outright bad, or 'good' but only in the sense that feeling bad feels somewhat good to you (this is true for some with trauma), or if it makes you feel small, inferior, used, scared, insecure, etc. And then also if/when you get into a D/s relationship look at whether the things you try seem to be inspiring positive changes and growth, or negative patterns. Maybe at first you happily agree to let your dom decide whether or when to cut your hair, but over time you realize that you feel less 'yourself' when you can't control your own hairstyle fully. If that becomes the case, then in my opinion, it would be healthier to go back to deciding your own hair.

Sorry this is so long. I hope it's helpful in some way. Good luck to you, please continue to look out for yourself! It can be a scary world out there for young subs. It sounds like you're doing a good job of trying to look out for yourself though...even in wanting to figure out what your answer to the questions you sent in this ask are. So, good work. :)

#asks #d/s

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fun-k-board · 2 years ago

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AVATAR : WAY OF WATER with a Human ! S/O who has psoriasis

Characters included : Neteyam, Lo'ak, Kiri, Ao'nung, Tsireya

Pronouns used : They / Them

Note(s) : Psoriasis is a non contagious skin condition caused by stress, hormonal changes and immune disorders. It can also be caused by genetics as it runs in family. You get flaky patches on the skin that are painful and dry.

Neteyam

He's worried for your health, it was bad enough you were human but now he refuses to take you anywhere remotely dangerous. He worries if they look too red or flaky, bringing you to Mo'at with no questions or confirmation on if its actually sore or not. Sometimes it can get annoying, and to be honest it's not the best way to react, but Neteyam's doing it because he knows how stubborn people can be and doesn't want you dimishing your pain, regardless on if you've ever done it or not.

Has a schedule for you and your ointments, he won't let you skip one or two even if they're looking really good one day, Netyam is very strict when it comes to your health. If they get bad again because you've been a bit careless while he's been away you're in for a lecture.

If the areas where it's bad ever split he's literally doing everything for you no exceptions, and while he doesn't want to come off as overbearing, Neteyam knows how incredibly dangerous infections are, he can't risk further injuries coming from the scabs.

Whenever it's all flaky and crusty he admits he cringes a bit, but still doesn't mind bringing you to a lake or getting something to wipe the excess off. He's very gentle and slow, trying his best to prevent making it worse.

When you get to the Metkayina any bullying or harrasment is met with aggression, he won't go out of his way to fight, and even tries to deescalate the situation if it goes too far, but he will defend you.

He has a bit more trouble bringing you to Ronal, and ends up very stiff and awkward during the interactions of your health, less so if you talk to her directly. Because of this, Neteyam usually gets Kiri to help him gather herbs he can use to help you, and because some Na'vi are judgemental of humans and it'd be easier to avoid stares or confrontation going to Ronal.

If you itch, bite, pick, whichever, he tries to help by placing something with a layer of cream or some kind of ointment over the parts that you tend to aggravate, it's his way of being not only affectionate, but helpful in preventing an infection. Neteyam isn't judgemental as I imagine most of his younger siblings done it from time to time, he probably done it as well at some point.

Given that when it splits water and just touching in general is incredibly painful, he tends to convince you with how bad it could get in the future, reminding you what could happen if you don't try to prevent it. When rubbing them onto your skin he reminds you that you can ask him to stop at any time if he notices you flinching or closing your eyes in pain.

Lo'ak

He's mainly concerned, not overbearing, it's mainly small anxieties and asking questions that can be a little too invasive. They can get annoying sometimes even if he means well.

Wonders if because his family share DNA with humans that he could catch it, until you shut him down with the 'It isn't contagious.' which then gets him embarrassed on the fact he assumed in the first place. Ask him about it a while after, his face and even up to his ears and shoulders will go purple with a blush.

If you get made fun of, either by Na'vi or other humans, he'll defend you, as sad as the attempt is to watch, and relate to your experiences as he feels he can never truly fit with either. Even if the experiences you two have are wildly different in the simplest of terms.

Picking it usually ends in him being a little disgusted at the puss and blood that comes from it, but he wipes it away and washes the bacteria nonetheless, offering you comfort for the painful splitting. He can come off like he's disgusted at you, which he genuinely isn't, it's moreso the fact its gotten so bad and you could have an infection that ends in excruciating pain. He doesn't want you to go through that.

Lo'ak tries preventing picking and biting by telling you stories of how he nearly had to remove an arm one time because he scratched at an injury, this usually leads to you feeling anxiety or annoyed, maybe you're comforted by this and try to stop, either way he's trying to warn you of the dangers it can cause.

He takes a longer time than the rest to bring you to healers, unless you don't need convincing and go yourself, this isn't for a lack of caring, he just feels like making you go too often could make you feel babied.

Tends to ignore advice by healers, nothing major, but he brings you on exploration and hunts even after Mo'at or Ronal directly tell him not to.

He brings you to Mo'at very awkwardly, she tends to assume it's him in need of help for doing something dangerous, but whenever it's you she's sighing and asking why you didn't come sooner. Scolding him as he looks down and huffs.

Lo'ak makes sure to tell you he sees you for you, and he doesn't care that you have Psoriasis, it's apart of you, both figuratively and literally. He couldn't imagine you without it and doesn't make you feel bad for having it.

Kiri

Kiri feels really bad for you if you get bullied for it, she tries to relate to you given she gets made fun of for her being a 'freak', although her attempts come off slightly pushy, it comes from a place of love and wanting to understand you.

Her strong connection with Eywa allows her to help you, she's able to find the materials needed in order to soothe your pain without fully understanding where everything is.

She's been training to be a healer for as long as she could think, and is more capable than most in this list beside Tsireya, so she knows what to do on the physical spectrum of helping you. Emotionally, she's also really good! When you're feeling really down Kiri asks you questions, and if you prefer to listen, she's also amazing at speaking about things she's interested in.

When you pick and bite she tries telling you it won't help at all, explaining the dangers in detail, this can either distract you from it or convince you to try and be more aware of your actions, although you obviously won't always be able to stop if you don't realise. But if you react negatively for whatever reason she tries to be near you more often, gently removing your hands from the parts that you're going to pick or bite almost on instinct.

She will bring you to Mo'at or Ronal when she doesn't know how to help, listening intently so she doesn't have to. It's not that she hates the outside or anything, but in the Metkayinas she prefers to stay away from others from fear of bullying, both for you and her.

Ao'nung

Ao'nung made fun of you because of your 'strange skin', along with the Sully's for being 'demons'. After the whole Lo'ak incident he stops being extreme about his remarks but will still tease and mention it sometimes. However, if you genuinely have a problem with it and ask one of the Sully's, given the only way you'd be allowed with the Metkyina's is with the Sully's, to have him stop then he probably will.

I imagine he'd probably believe humans just looked like that, I don't think he's ever actually been 1 on 1 with a human before or up close. That's probably until he meets Spider, and you have to explain what Psoriasis is.

If it gets really painful he has no idea what to do, he then proceeds to be the embodiment of crying for his mother when he has an issue. He sounds fairly unbothered and even annoyed at you, but Ronal knows how he is, and she is side eyeing you both.

Will stand there and constantly ask questions while Ronal checks you over, she kicks him out after a while and remarks how childish he's being.

Given they usually only get painful if dry, though sometimes they're just annoying, Ronal suggested swimming more often, and so you joined in on the lessons the Sully's got. The lessons would most likely be longer with you because you tend to slow them down, at least you don't need to worry about breathing with the oxygen mask.

He'll try bringing you hunting every once and a while, mainly to help exercise you and help you be more useful so you can be more healthy. If you struggle and can't exercise more often, Ao'nung doesn't know what to do that could assist you beside help with ointments.

If you pick and scratch he gets kinda angry, it doesn't mean he'll yell or harm you, he just doesn't want you to be in pain. Ao'nung will hold your hands or cover the parts you can reach when he's around, but when he's gone it's easy to fall back into that habit. After a while of scolding you and telling you to stop doesn't work, he begs Tsireya for help.

Tsireya

She constantly asks her mother for help whenever it gets too painful or dry, Ronal tells her she can't help besides ointments on the skin regularly and Tsireya is dissapointed every time, wanting to help ease your pain.

Even though Ronal disapproves of you, being fearful of a betrayal given human nature, she will still be willing to help for her daughters sake and to remain in good spirits with the Sully family.

Tsireya tries ways to improve your mental health once you explain that things like stress can cause it, she takes you swimming in shallow water to try relax you and clean out any dirt that could be in the patches. She's gentle when guiding you and never presses hard against areas where it appears for you, sometimes she forgets how tall she is though and leads you too deep.

She's never judged or been rude to you, and when her brother or other people are she isn't kind with them. Heck, when she had first met you she had simply believed all humans had it.

Tsireya was really accepting when you told her what it was, she even held your hand and gently brushed a hand over some sore parts to prove she wasn't disgusted. Sometimes kissing them when it wasn't all crusty and all split.

Whenever or if ever you feel insecure, Tsireya to the rescue! She will separate the lessons with the Sully's and with you if you feel ashamed, only when you feel better about yourself will she bring you back. Building confidence is key and forcing you to the deep end, literally, will only shatter your self image.

Constantly reminds you to put the ointments over your skin and frets over you, loving to show you how much she adores you and doesn't mind your skin condition at all. Applying them herself if you forget.

She is still Ronal's daughter, and will be strict when it comes to medical issues, especially when they split given how painful it is and how it can become infected easier.

Again on the splitting or if you pick, she's hesitant to bring you back into the water, it hurts when wounds go into water and she's nervous you'll be in more pain. However, she does understand it can clean wounds and it's either this or wait until its healed to swim. Which she's fine if you prefer the second one.

If you pick and scratch she's probably the best one to have, she asks Ronal to bring her bandages so she can wrap them up after washing the dirt out and put ointments on, she helps change them and makes sure the bandages are thick so you can't scratch through them. Tsireya won't repremand you too much or get angry, she understands it can't be helped sometimes and besides some light scolds she treats you gently.

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touloserrrr · 1 year ago

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Since I am totally very normal about Six… I have decided to overanalyse all the lyrics: No Way

N-n-n-n-n-n-no way

There's no way

Aragon refused to give up her place as the king’s wife and queen, and refused to accept Henry as the supreme head of the Church of England.

You must agree that, baby, in all the time I been by your side

Out of all the queens, Aragon has been married to Henry for the longest; approximately 24 years. Also, she chooses to refer to him as ‘baby’, further implying the fact she is refusing the annulment and acting like they remain married.

I've never lost control, no matter how many times I knew you lied

During his marriage to Aragon, Henry had 3 historically confirmed affairs, and potentially more. Despite this, she remained rather calm, which made her favoured by the public in contrast to Anne Boleyn, Henry’s next wife.

Have my golden rule

She was highly Catholic, so this is in reference to the Biblical golden rule “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you”. Additionally, the word ‘golden’ could be about her outfit, which is gold in order to represent royalty.

Gotta keep my cool, yeah, baby (you know she's gotta keep it cool)

And even though you've had your fun

Running around with some pretty young thing

This is in reference to the confirmed affairs - possibly specifically Anne Boleyn, as she was around 10 years younger than Henry.

And even though you've had one son

With someone who don't own a wedding ring

Although there was no heir from Aragon, Henry did have an illegitimate son with Elizabeth Blount; Henry Fitzroy.

No matter what I heard, I didn't say a word

No, baby (you know she never said a word)

I've put up with your sh- like every single day (whoa, whoa)

While the other queens often are censored by the rest of the queens, Aragon stops herself from cursing on her own. This could be because she is the most mature in character and holds high standards for herself, as she still sees herself as a queen.

But now it's time to shh, and listen when I say

Women were expected to be the ones having to listen during the Tudor times, so this shows Aragon’s confidence and how her character may break the patriarchal stereotype of a woman.

You must think that I'm crazy

You wanna replace me, baby there's

This is likely about Anne Boleyn, who took Aragon’s place as Henry’s wife and queen after her.

N-n-n-n-n-n-no way

If you think for a moment

I'd grant you annulment, just hold up, there's

Throughout the entire song Aragon is trying to discover a legitimate reason why she should be divorced from Henry (mainly near the end), but as there isn’t a clear answer other than his own selfish desires, she refuses to grant annulment.

N-n-n-n-n-n-no way

No way

There's n-n-n-n-n-n-no way

No way

There's n-n-n-n-n-n-no way

There's no way

So you read a bible verse that I'm cursed

'Cause I was your brother's wife

You say it's a pity 'cause quoting Leviticus

"I'll end up kidiless all my life"

When Henry did state a reason, the main one was based on a passage in Leviticus - and she was married to Henry’s brother, Arthur, before he passed away and she was sent to marry once more.

Well, daddy weren't you there, when I gave birth to Mary? (Oh, hi baby)

(Daughters are so easy to forget)

Aragon had 5 confirmed miscarriages, therefore the only child of hers that survived was Mary. However, Henry demanded a male heir to the throne, so the birth of a daughter was not important to him.

You're just so full of sh-, must think that I'm naive (whoa, whoa)

I won't back down won't shh, and no, I'll never leave

Even after her annulment, Aragon stated she was the rightful queen, therefore refusing to leave her title.

You must think that I'm crazy

You wanna replace me, baby, there's

N-n-n-n-n-n-no way

If you thought it'd be funny, to send me to a nunnery, honey, there's

During the divorce procedures, it was suggested she can go to a nunnery. This is viewed as a bad thing throughout the entire show until the very end, when it is revealed that this could’ve helped the character of Aragon with a career in singing.

No way

There's n-n-n-n-n-n-no way

No way

No way (no way)

There's n-n-n-n-n-n-no way

There's no way

Hey

Let's go

Here we go

You got me down on my knees

Please tell me what you think I've done wrong

Been humble, been loyal, I've tried to swallow my pride all along

During the Legatine Court, Aragon knelt in front of Henry to explain to him why she was a good wife. The most notable words she used were ‘humble’ and ‘loyal’.

If you can just explain a single thing

I've done to cause you pain, I'll go

No?

You've got nothing to say?

There is no evidence of Aragon doing anything wrong in her relationship (as nowadays we have better understanding that the miscarriages were not her own fault).

I'm not going away

There's no way

You must think that I'm crazy

You wanna replace me? Baby, there's

N-n-n-n-n-n-no way

You made me a wife, so I'll be queen 'til the end of my life

Even at her final moments, she still refused to give up her title as queen, even submitting a letter to Henry where she states to be his wife and queen.

N-n-n-n-n-n-no way

No way (no way)

No way

N-n-n-nup-na-nup-na-nup-na

No way

There's

N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-no way

There's no way

#six the musical #six #catherine of aragon #no way #overanalysis

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twirlyeyebrows · 2 years ago

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Hiiiiii 🤗 I hope your doing well I was thinking about some ideas for one piece and maybe headcanons for the straw hats (mainly luffy) with a child/teenage cremate who is shy and fearful but loves the crew

They will stutter hide behind them l

Go on adventures with them

And we could see the strawhats fight over them occasionally

they don’t talk about their past but they were scared of people before due to issues but they have hope in humans but are kind and help out with things like strategies I just think it would a wholesome yet fun idea to work with

Also if you want it to be more interesting you can make them overprotective or maybe yanderish the possibilities are endless!

Feel free to ignore!

this is such a cute request omg !! tysm <3 i had a ton of fun writing these and i hope you enjoy { sorry i just chose a few of the straw hats, if you want the rest shoot me another request and i can do the whole crew :) }

✶ Shy Crewmate w/ Straw Hat Pirates Headcanons ✶

♡ Content Warnings: N/A

♡ GN Reader

♡ Word Count: 1.3k

♡ Luffy ♡

✶ Luffy has always been your favorite member of the crew, but you'd never tell the others that.

✶ You find yourself clinging to him the most. His carefree way of life amazes you and you wonder what it feels like to have no fears. This wonder draws you to him more than anyone else.

✶ When enemies (or anyone, really) get too close, you find yourself getting angry and jealous. You try to suppress the feelings but they always cause your blood to boil until you lash out at the opposer. Sometimes it ends well, sometimes it doesn't, but Luffy always gives you a pat on the back that makes it feel worth it.

✶ You see him as the hilarious older brother you never had growing up. He helps calm you down in times of need and he tries his best to be patient with you, even if he often fails. It's the thought that counts.

✶ During heated battles you (very reluctantly) stay away from him. He’s always facing the danger head on and you know you can't let yourself get too involved with the fighting… Though sometimes if there's not enough time for you to make a safe escape, you'll end up with your arms wrapped around his neck holding on for dear life as he punches his way to victory. These are secretly some of your favorite moments. It gives you the sense of adventure you crave but are too fearful to seek out on your own.

✶ Luffy always saves a spot right next to him for you at the dining table. More often than not he'll unintentionally eat a good portion of your meal, but you're too timid to point it out to him. Plus, you're more than happy with what Sanji provides anyways!

✶ It may take a while (a long while) for you to come out of your shell a little bit, but once you do it's non stop goofy duets between you and the rubber man.

✶ He’ll never leave you out of the crowd. Even if you're trying to cower behind him, he'll pull you into the group huddle and make sure your voice is heard. It can be overwhelming at times, but you know it'll be helpful in the long run.

♡ Zoro ♡

✶ You don't talk to Zoro all the much. He's a muscular, straight-faced, sword wielding “pirate hunter” and all of those traits mixed together scares the hell out of you. Despite this, every interaction you've had with him as been nice, so you know deep down he's a kind soul (even if appearances make that hard to believe).

✶ Most of your interactions with him include trying not to trip over him while he's sleeping on the deck in the middle of the day.

✶ The other times mostly consist of his insanely quick reflexes saving you from falling off of high buildings or into the water.

✶ You can recall one time early on in your induction to the crew where he was on night watch and you sleepily stumbled onto the deck, still trying to get the hang of being on the ship. He bluntly invited you up and with a little bit of hesitation, you agreed. The two of you mostly sat in silence and simply looked at the stars in the night sky, but you remember feeling an odd sense of comfort from the man. Since this time, you often think about asking to do the night watch with him again, though your nerves get the best of you and you can never seem to spit out the words you want to. Maybe one day you'll have another nice night in the crow’s nest…

♡ Sanji ♡

✶ Sanji always makes it a point to make sure you're feeling as comfortable as you possibly can.

✶ He’ll bring you special snacks when you don't ask for them, he'll cook you extra servings since he knows Luffy always takes yours and you won't tell him to stop, and he’ll always makes sure you're full before you leave the table after every meal.

✶ You feel as though you can confide in Sanji a little more than the others. You don't know much of his past and he doesn't know yours, but you can tell you both have something in common, even if it's unspoken.

✶ His presence is calming and you never feel pressured to change while you're around him. He doesn't mind your stuttering or fumbling over words- he's always patient and caring.

✶ You'll never understand his crazy obsession with women and quite frankly, you never want to. It's something you've learned to block out and you try your best to avoid him when he's making a fool of himself.

✶ He’s always the first to rush to try to help you out of a sticky situation, he'd never be able to live with himself if something bad happened to you. He feels almost a parental sense of responsibility for you. Because he was cheated out of his childhood, he doesn't want you to be cheated out of yours.

✶ You view Sanji as your more responsible “older brother” or maybe even a little bit of a father figure. You've never had someone care for you so much and it makes you feel so welcomed.

♡ Usopp ♡

✶ You and Usopp are kindred spirits. You two always try to stay out of trouble and are probably the two most conscious people on the crew.

✶ You both notice the tiniest details in everything that's going on. An enemy mysteriously moved from one place to another? Both you and Usopp are keenly aware of it. The group split off into smaller groups to divide and conquer? This chills you and him to your bones. Everything that goes unnoticed by the rest of the crew in battle, is spotted out immediately by the both of you.

✶ You find comfort in Usopp’s nearly irrational fear of everything. Him making up fake illness names to try to explain these fears never fails to make you crack a small smile even when you're terrified. Him being scared of everything makes you feel less alone.

✶ In your free time he'd try to teach you how to draw if you wanted. You accept the offer every once in a while and even though it can be stressful learning to do something new. Luckily, he’s extremely understanding and doesn't mind going over one step multiple times until you've got it down. Many of these drawings end up being pinned up in the kitchen or in various Straw Hat’s rooms.

✶ During most adventures and fights, you try to stick with Usopp as much as possible. Though he may not be the most reliable in combat, you know his intelligence and slingshot can get him far. As a bonus, you know he's always going to try to stay away from trouble as much as you are. And it never hurts to have a like minded rational person around!

♡ Robin ♡

✶ Robin has essentially adopted you as her own child.

✶ Much like how she thinks of Chopper, she thinks you're absolutely adorable and will go to any length necessary to protect you at any cost.

✶ She has a talent for getting you to a place of serenity when things get extra overwhelming and she'll always take the time to work things out with you.

✶ She’s extremely analytical in her ways which can be frustrating at times when her points clash with your emotions, but the majority of her advice is extremely valuable to you. You never take her help for granted even if sometimes it's unwanted.

✶ After Usopp, you try to stay glued to Robin the most. You know she can and will protect you with her life, though the danger that comes with her name scares you a little too much for comfort. You know that following her will lead to trouble, but sometimes it's worth it.

✶ You love sitting on the deck and watching sunsets with her as she reads you a book or lists off random facts about whatever it is she wants to teach you. Before joining the Straw Hats, you hadn't learned much about the world and Robin has become your personal teacher.

✶ Most of your survival skills (excluding the ones you learned on your own before joining the crew) come from Robin and her well rounded knowledge. Her intelligence amazes you and you often ask her for help with common practices, to which she cheerfully provides.

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece imagine #luffy headcanons #zoro headcanons #sanji headcanons #usopp headcanons #nico robin headcanons #twirlyeyebrows

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elliexmylove · 2 years ago

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YOU KNOW ONE DIRECTION?

Pairing: Peter Parker x GN reader

Warnings: anxiety, social anxiety

Word count: 4.5k

Summary: you meet spiderman one lonely night and listen to music together, you also meet Peter and become best friends, and maybe more?

Notes: I'm so sorry the ending is rushed but it's 2am and I'm really tired<3

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Sat lonely on the rooftop of your apartments building, music filled your ears, earphones tangled, goosebumps graced your skin from the cold breeze. It was a sad life, no friends, bad relationship with your mum who you lived with, mentally ill, the only thing giving you life at the moment was your dog, Sorren.

Thinking about going back down, lying in bed and watching Netflix or Disney+ was rudely interrupted by a person in red and blue swinging onto the roof.

Oh, spider man.

Thinking he was probably just here to take a break you stayed silent.

"Hey," a weak but friendly voice hesitantly said, voice cracking slightly.

You turned to look at him, unsure if he was talking to you, but realised of course there was no one else he could be talking to.

"Hi," You awkwardly smile, eyes darting from him to the ground.

Reaching for your phone resting on the concrete ground, you turn the volume down slightly, if he tries to talk to you again.

He points to the ground with his finger in a questioning manner, asking if it's okay to sit and you nod. Once sat, you two just stare at the city in front of you, in silence for at least five minutes.

"What're you listening to?" He questions,

"Uh well my Playlist is on shuffle and a song just finished, lemme check what's playing now."

Your phone lights up revealing your home screen and song that is about to start.

"Transgender by Crystal castles."

"Oh, I haven't heard of that." He pauses, "I'll have to listen to it now." Even with the mask you can tell he seems to be smiling,

"You can now if you'd like, I'm not sure what music you listen to so you may not like it,"

you regret saying anything at all, feeling stupid.

"Yeah sure!"

"I'll take most of my mask off but leave it covering my face,"

"I can just take the earphones out-"

"No no, I like them, it makes music better."

You smile and hand him one half of them, anxiety fills you a little, a lot of people haven't liked your music taste, you wish he'd come when you were listening to a playlist with other songs you know other people like, but this was the Playlist you listen to when sad or feeling empty.

With a sigh you relax a little, it's just music. But then you remember it's spider man and it comes back, you have just been talking to spider man. It makes you feel sick.

He probably thinks you're weird, and-

"Huh," he says, and you turn your head to look at him,

"It's not what I would usually listen to but it's cool."

"What music do you listen to?"

"Have you heard of One direction?" He seems to sheepishly grin,

Excitement takes over your anxiety. One Direction was your childhood, you still listen to it mainly for the nostalgia, but it's just great music.

"Yeah?" He says seeing the look on your face,

You nod with a smile, "who hasn't?"

Unlocking your phone, spotify appears,

"Which one?" You look to him,

"Kiss you?"

You turn your head back to your phone, typing and then playing it.

The familiar music starts playing and happiness causes a little grin on your face,

Oh I just wanna take you anywhere you like we could could go out any day any night

Spider man begins humming along to it, suddenly you feel comfortable around him, this is honestly the first time you've been happy around anyone but yourself for a while.

His head bounces to the song and you fight the urge to sing along.

"Do you think I should take the earphones out for this song?"

"Yeah,"

You pull it out of your phone and the music gets a little louder, setting the earphones aside you turn the volume up,

So tell me girl if every time we touch, you get this kind of rush, lemme say yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah if you don't wanna take it slow and you just wanna take me home

He starts singing to it and you laugh,

"Hey!"

"I'm not laughing at your singing," you grin,

"And let me kiss you!" You sing, probably regretting it as you lie in bed tonight.

For the rest of the song you just hum along, having fun for the first time in a long time. And with spider man of all people.

Just as one thing starts playing sirens sound somewhere nearby,

"Aw man," he says

"This was really really fun, but I gotta go," He pulls the rest of his mask over the back of his head,

"Bye spidey,"

He smiles at the nickname under his mask, then shoots a web to a building, swinging from that to another.

You're left by yourself again, Sighing you get up, stare at the city for a second and start walking back down to your apartment, earphones now back and playing the rest of 1D's songs until you get there.

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Sorren's tail starts wagging as you walk into your bedroom, his head still lying on his paws, the room was dark, the moon and city lights lighting it up enough to see, a large window taking up basically the whole wall was placed on the right side, your double bed with comfy blankets placed in the same corner.

Sitting on the bed sorren shuffles so his head can be on your lap, your laptop's screen was still illuminated from before you left, after a large sigh you paid attention to sorren.

"Who's a good boy, did you miss me? Hm?"

He shuffles around excitedly while staying in the same spot, you rub the sides of his head a little roughly but not hurting him. He was no small dog but he loved taking up as much space on your bed as he could.

The lights were beautiful in the city as you stared at it through your window, sorren had fallen asleep in the time you sat on your bed doing nothing. It was well past twelve, you should go to sleep, a buzz broke your empty thoughts and your phone turned off as it went flat. Yet another reason to go to sleep, so in doing so the day came much quicker than you'd like.

The sun shone on you, squinting your eyes open, the dread of the day filled you, all that had to be done was school and grocery shopping, not that bad, but it was hard enough getting out of bed.

Sorren realised you had woken up and started whining from happiness, tail wagging at an alarming rate and licking around his snout as he made his way up the bed to you, a grin grew on your face as you welcomed him.

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Arriving at school the weather had turned into clouds and light rain, the best kind. Immediate dread came as you saw all of the students around, social anxiety was not fun, you stuff your hands into your pockets and your demeanour is slouched, eyes not meeting anyone.

Your head filled with thoughts of judgement, you tried to distract yourself with the thought of sorren and how you would see him at the end of the day. Heart racing you walked past people.

A particular person seemed to be staring at you, he had curly brown hair and brown eyes, breathing became difficult and sorren was no longer enough to make you feel better.

"Hi," the boy said as you walked past him,

"Hi." You tried your best to smile.

Once sat in your seat for class you calmed down a little, leg bouncing as the teacher began to speak.

After a while he asked if anyone could answer the question, you thought you knew the answer but feared it was wrong so didn't say anything, someone else said the answer and was right, you were also right and annoyed for not speaking up.

Mind drifting you accidently zone out for the most of class, and before you knew it the time for lunch had come. Everyone walked out including you to the cafeteria.

Upon arriving you got food and saw a table with only one other person sitting there, you knew she was rather quiet so figured it was perfect.

"Is it okay if I sit here?"

She looked up from her phone,

"Go for it."

With that being said you sat down, grabbing a book from your bag, with horror you saw the cover had been bent in half from the position it must have been in the bag. Bending it back the other way it helped but still a crease line and stuck out a bit.

"Hey,"

The boy that stared at you earlier was now standing next to you,

"Hello,"

"Is it okay if I sit with you?"

A flash of panic ran through you but you told yourself to stop overreacting,

"Yeah sure."

He smiled in return,

"I'm Peter,"

He said once sat down, "I'm Y/n," you said and looked back down to your book,

"Aw no its bent huh," you looked to him not used to people saying more than five words to you, "Yeah, I should've placed it more carefully in my bag,"

"Is it a good book?" He continues,

You look up again, this time just with your eyes, "Mhm."

"What's it about?" He was trying to hold a conversation with you, though he realised it wasn't quite as easy as last night on the rooftop, when he saw you today he recognised you and was excited you were in the same school as him.

"It's kinda hard to explain." You didn't leave much room for the conversation to continue, you don't really mean to but it always happens, you never know what to say.

"Okay." He smiled, he really wanted to get to know you but could see maybe now wasn't the best time, so he would try again later.

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Once school finished you walked to the supermarket, it was a bit of a walk but you didn't mind.

You opened notes and checked the grocery list, the stand of baskets was next to the entry so you grabbed one and walked into the vegetables area, which was colder than expected so you pulled your hoodie over your head.

In spotting lettuce it got placed into the basket, carrots were more expensive that you'd like but you put them into the basket as well. Walking down the cereal aisle you got cornflakes and in the refrigerator got milk.

After a while everything you needed was in the basket but deciding you wanted some snacks you walked to the aisle, a familiar person was already in the snack section, Peter.

Stopping where candy was you looked at the options, probably going to be there for a while considering the indecisive person you were.

Peter noticed you and smiled, "Hi,"

"Oh hi," you smiled back, you picked up a bag of maltesers, still wanting one other thing,

"Oh you're so right," he said before getting maltesers as well, you exhaled with your nose and smiled as a reply while still looking,

He then got some gummy snakes, "Hey do wanna hang out and eat candy?" He knew you'd most likely say no and was kinda scared for your reply, who asks a stranger to eat candy with them? He awkwardly smiles and awaits your answer.

You didn't really know what to do, in all honesty the urge to say yes was overtaking saying no, it would be so awkward though, you haven't hung out with anyone in so long.

"Yeah uh sure,"

He smiled happily, and you decided to just quickly grab some chips, you two walked down the aisle to the checkout together.

You were actually really excited to be hanging out with someone, he seemed really nice too, but you couldn't ignore your anxiety either.

You thought about asking to hang out at your apartment but felt stupid because who invites a stranger to hang out there?

It ended up being the park where you ate candy and talked, well talked as best you could, but you had to admit you really enjoyed it and was excited the whole time, always worrying about what to say or do, but he was really nice and it made you feel better.

You wondered whether you just made a friend.

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By the end of the day you piled the groceries on the bench and took your unfinished snacks to your bedroom, where sorren happily awaited you, your mum was out, so you played with him in the lounge.

Once you were tired out you decided to go to the roof again, only this time you weren't all that sad. Bringing your tote bag with the remaining chips and candy turned out to be a good idea, because spiderman was once again on the rooftop ten minutes after you got there.

The truth is he saw you and wanted to spend more time with you, he thought you were really cool.

"Well hello there," you smiled, "Hi,"

"Can I sit?"

"Mhm."

You seemed a lot more relaxed than last time. "Want any snacks?" You offered, "what have you got?"

You got the chips and maltesers, "God, I love maltesers,"

"Glad to be of service."

He lifted his mask just above his mouth, by now you were looking at the tall buildings around you, he pulled his mask back down.

"Thanks." You smiled a little in response,

"Wanna ask some random questions for fun?" You felt a little childish, but it's a good way to get to know someone.

"Sure, just as long as you don't try ask who I am," he bumps his shoulder into yours,

"Okay. I know this is the most basic question I could ask but it has to be done. What's your favourite colour?"

"Hm," he contemplates,

"Red."

"How did I guess?" He smiles under the mask, "you?"

"It's gotta be dark green, though I love so many more."

You cross your legs, "Favourite movie?" He asks.

This goes on for quite some time before he has to leave. You haven't felt this happy for quite a while, both Peter and Spiderman were so easy to like, you just worry if they actually like you.

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Four months went by, Peter and you became quite good friends, you didn't see spiderman that often but most times when you were on the rooftop he would be there a while later.

Anxiety still was a problem wherever you went but Peter made you feel a lot better when he was around, you were supposed to go to his house after school for a movie night, your biggest worry of that is if he picks a terrible movie, you didn't mind star wars but the old ones were pretty boring.

Upon meeting his aunt May you realised she was really nice, and you wouldn't be lying if you said you had a tiny crush that you annoy Peter with on purpose all the time.

School was over and done with, now getting prepared to go to Peter's your alarm went off telling you it was five p.m,

"Gonna miss you" sorren gets a good belly rub before you go. "See you soon puppy."

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You knock on the door and it opens almost instantly, Peter stands there with a grin on his face, "Hi"

"Hey," you walk in, "Hi May,"

She smiles, "Hi Y/n."

Peter drags you to the kitchen to make popcorn, you lean against the bench while waiting for the microwave,

"Wait, is that a new Lego set?" It was sitting on the table, "Yeah me and Ned built it yesterday."

You walk over to it, "Oh my gosh nice, you think you could stand building one with me?"

"Yes." Peter said a little too quickly and eagerly, making you laugh, the microwave beeped and he got the popcorn, putting it in a bowl and carrying it to the couch. You followed with the candy, putting it between you two on the couch.

"What movie have you got in mind?" You ask,

"I always choose them, you can tonight."

"Wait really? Hah nice."

You use the remote to look through disney+, "d'you want Pixar or Disney?" You question, but in your mind you've already made the decision.

"Pixar?" He looks to you, "good answer."

Ten minutes later you chose finding nemo, not having watched it in a long time you really enjoyed it, the popcorn was gone in the first twenty minutes. After eating half of the candy you both got comfortable, Peter was lying half back on the couch, his back in the corner of it, and you lay down on him slightly.

Sadly the movie ended, you didn't want to leave but even though you knew your relationship with your mum was terrible she would want you home very soon. Peter didn't want you to leave either,

"Hey d'you wanna stay the night? Like a sleepover?" He was hopeful, "thank you but I better go home,"

"Okay, well I'll see you tomorrow?"

"It's Saturday tomorrow Pete," his heart burst at the nickname and he struggled not to smile, "Oh right, uhm well would it be okay if I came over?"

"You know I'd love that but she'll be home all day."

"Okayy,"

You walk to pick up your bag, Peter quickly makes his way over to the door and gives you a hug before you leave. The feeling of happiness leaves you giddy, and so happy he's your friend.

May was in her room so you didn't say bye, but much to your disappointment you did to Peter,

"Bye I'll see you later okay?"

"Okay Bye." He smiled as you walked out the door.

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The day drifted away while you stayed in bed, you messaged Peter a little and watched a movie for a bit, but as the day dragged on into 5pm you grew to be really hungry.

Telling Peter of your starvation he was horrified, telling you to go eat, and you did. Peeling the blankets back and standing made you a bit lightheaded for a second.

In the kitchen pasta was boiling in a pot and you grated cheese, Sorren sitting right beside you, tail wagging and looking hopeful. Cheese melted and other ingredients added, the pasta was complete and put into a bowl.

The sun set while you sat at the table eating until you were very full, a blue and red suited superhero swung across some buildings as you chewed your last mouthful.

Sorren made a loud sigh curling up on his bed, you rinsed your bowl and put it into the dishwasher.

After doing nothing all day you were exhausted and collapsed on your bed, the thought of hanging out with Peter tomorrow excited you, a little rush of happiness and excitement made you smile.

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Your shoe fought with you as you struggled to put it on, your beloved converse betrayed you like this almost every time. Tying them into a double knot you were ready to go, Sorren had gone with your mum to a dog park somewhere so he wasn't there desperate to go with you.

You took the elevator down the building, beginning your walk to meet Peter once you got to the bottom, a cool breeze felt nice at first until you got a little cold and started to have an earache.

Peter stood in front of a park bench, near the supermarket where you planned to buy food and go to the park again.

"Hey," he smiled widely once he saw you,

"Hi," you smiled back,

"Ready to go in?"

"Yeah." The two of you walked together,

"Peter I'm so tired," you drawled, "I've been walking for ages,"

He got behind you to push your back making you laugh, once you were outside the doors you stumbled to make him stop,

"Okay okay thank you."

The automatic doors opened, it was cooler inside, and also very busy, grabbing your phone from your back pocket the time said 12:04, you panicked a little, that was one of the busiest times you could be here, there were so many people.

Peter noticed your quiet panic and held your hand, the gesture made you feel better, the two of you walked to get snacks, hand in hand.

"Noo there are kids on the swings," you said once at the park, "Pete go push them off,"

"What? No way that's so mean!"

"I wasn't being serious." You mumbled,

"I know." He pushed his shoulder into yours, smiling.

You ate some of the food you bought and talked, the kids got off of the swings, and that didn't go unnoticed by you,

"Quick now's our chance!" You run towards the swings, Peter grabs the food and runs with you.

"Hey Pete, could you please push me?" You could swing yourself but it's fun when other people push you.

"How high?"

"Really high,"

You felt butterflies in your stomach as you went higher, you couldn't control your laughter, the butterflies got too much for you,

"Okay wait wait wait I wanna stop," you laugh but panic a little, once you slowed down Peter grabbed your waist until you stopped completely, and even though you weren't high in the air anymore you got butterflies again.

Peter then got on the other swing, looking at you expectantly, innocence on his face,

"You want me to push you, huh?"

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Another five months went by, you were sitting at the table with Peter and May eating Chinese at their house.

"It's like Sorren is obsessed with Peter or something," you laugh, Peter had finally come to your apartment and met him.

"He almost crushed me!"

"Exactly, he loves you."

May smiled and got up, collecting the rubbish to put into the bin,

"Alright my little munchkins I'm off to bed, gotta be in early, don't stay up too late."

You cringed at the word munchkins, she did it on purpose of course.

"Night Aunt May."

"Night May."

"Wanna maybe stay the night?" Peter's eyes glistened with hope,

"Of course I would,"

"Okay uhm I have some pyjamas you can use,"

"Cool i'll get changed," you smile standing up and messing with the top of his hair.

Once changed you collapsed onto his bed, you used to sleep on the spare mattress but now it's normal just to share the bed.

The two of you continued to talk until 12am, laughing quietly in the light from the lamp in his bedside table,

you could feel his gentle breath on your face, minty from brushing his teeth earlier. You heated up a little realising how close your faces were, you couldn't deny the crush you'd developed on your best friend though you tried to the best of your ability.

He noticed you'd quietened down, a very light redness on your cheeks, this made him go a little red now also realising your closeness. His eyes glanced towards your lips involuntarily, you did as well.

He leaned in slightly, lips ghosting over yours.

You leaned in ever so slightly, ending in a kiss, he exhaled through his nose.

An alarm broke the two of you apart with a jolt, the alarm was to let the both of you know it was time to sleep.

You cleared your throat as he turned it off, not knowing what to do you quickly said "uhm I'm just gonna go sleep on the couch,"

"Wait-"

"We'll talk in the morning!" You walked out with your pillow, there were already blankets on the couch.

Morning came, and your phone woke you, your mum was calling and in your sleepiness you still remembered you didn't ask for permission to stay the night.

You squint your eyes to see the time, 6:07am.

"Hello?" You croak out groggily,

"Where are you?"

"I stayed at Peters,"

She obviously wasn't that happy but only said,

"It's a school day, come home right now and get ready please."

She hung up,

Oh shit, it is a school day

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Peter woke up later, he got up rubbing his eyes and walked to the couch, you weren't there.

He checked his phone and saw you messaged saying sorry you had to leave.

You made your way to school as fast as possible, with only five minutes to spare.

By lunch you were pretty tired, you shut your locker and saw Peter down the hall slightly shutting his as well, when he noticed you he began walking towards you.

Remembering about last you were a little awkward,

"Hi," He smiled making you a little more at ease,

"Hey Parker,"

"Listen I know now's not the best time but I cannot focus, so can we please talk?"

"Alright mister." You smile,

Peter looks around, he takes your hand and leads you to a storage closet.

"Really?"

"What?"

"A storage closet?" You bite back smile,

"I thought it might be nice to have a little privacy, sorry it doesn't meet your standards." He teases,

"Listen about the uhm, kiss,"

Anxiety swirled in your stomach but you calmed down, it's Peter, it's fine.

"I'm so sorry I should have asked! Maybe you didn't even want to and I was dumb and stupid and-"

"Wait wait no it's okay I uhm, I wanted to I promise I just, I don't know I really like you and was scared you regretted it and-"

"You like me?" You looked up at him, he had love and adoration in his eyes,

"yeah," You shyly smiled,

"I love you so much," he whispered, your mouth fell open slightly

"oh my god did I really just say that out loud,"

"Yeah, you did Pete," you laughed

"Would it be okay to kiss you right now?"

"Hm, yeah that checks out with me."

He leaned in almost instantly, kissing you, and after a minute the bell rang,

You broke the kiss, "Gotta go,"

"Noo," he leaned back in, his lips moving slowly against yours, "stay in the dark and dingy closet with me." He mumbled against your mouth, and you continued for a minute.

"Excuse me, isn't it a bit weird to be making out with my best friend?"

"Hm, no, I think it's pretty good actually." He mumbled against your lips, the two of you didn't stop until you heard the second bell a good five minutes later, "Pete we've really got to go now,"

He rested his forehead against yours, eyes suddenly lighting up,

"You know, now that I think about it maybe it is a little weird to do this with your best friend,"

You looked at him,

"Would it be less weird if it was your boyfriend?"

"Hm, you might be onto something,"

"Hey y/n?"

"Yes Peter?"

"Do you maybe wanna go on a date?"

"Sounds pretty nice to me." You smile.

In class you feel giddy, you can't really believe what just happened, and neither can Peter, but he really did love you.

You met him as spiderman

And You fell in love with him as Peter

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edgessunflower · 2 years ago

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You're all I have

@yourlocalfriendlyhobbit

Pairing: Aragorn x Fem Teen reader

Description: You and aragorn share a heart to heart becoming the family the both of you never had

You fought off every orc that came your way even saving the others a few times until you find Aragorn and Boromir rushing to them. You cry hugging Boromir as Legolas watches from behind and aragorn holds onto to your shoulder both of you get up as you walk to legolas and Gimli bursting in to more tears as legolas gently pulls you in a hug gimli joining the hug holding your hand while aragorn carries and puts boromir in a boat. The four of you watch as the boat runs down the stream going down the waterfall as you all except aragorn find out that frodo and sam have gone on their own to Mordor leaving the four of you to go after the orcs to save Merry and Pippin then finish the journey of destroying the ring in mordor. You finally end up in Rohan after following the hobbit duo's trail, reuniting with gandalf who now went by gandalf the white instead of grey, and find guards of rohan who at first eye you suspiciously considering they randomly found a man, elf, dwarf, and teenager in the middle of almost nowhere which is rarely found anywhere in middle earth. "Are you okay?" you jump a little coming out of your thoughts by a kind and calm voice beside you turning to see the king's niece Eowyn put a cup of cold water and a hot bowl of soup infront of you which made your eyes water and stomach grumble "Yea just tired" you slowly eat and go to the guest room given to you taking a good warm bath and sleeping for a few hours which helped you alot and made you feel better than you had been in weeks. You stand outside looking at the land around you until you feel a hand on your shoulder turning to see aragorn beside you "I don't want you fighting...help eowyn with the women and children...she needs the help" he says as you stare at him "I'm not letting you fight alone...I know you have gimli and legolas but you're not going in alone" you say as he looks at you trying not to be upset "You are not going we can't let you get hurt or killed because none of us would ever forgive ourselves" you tear up at not only how much they cared but also at how terrified you were for them "I can't lose you because your all I have! I've lost everyone I love and I've been with the fellowship since mainly you if you get killed then i'd have no one" you cry as you walk away not knowing how upset he was with you but you thought it best to give him his space. You see legolas on the steps looking deep in thought so you sit beside him to calm down "I know your worried" he says looking at you "We're doing this to protect you...him mainly because if you did get badly hurt or killed...we would never ever forgive ourselves or each other for it...but he couldn't function ever again if it happened...he really cares about you...ever since we found you and you've been with us...he always does anything in his power so you don't see what we have seen and to just be a kid while you can..." you look at him full of tears sobbing into his arms as he holds you with tears in his eyes speaking elvish to you until you both went inside and eat dinner going to bed. You sit looking at the stars thinking of what happens tomorrow hearing someone sit beside you "I just want you to be safe...I'm not doing this because I want to hurt or upset you...I'm doing this so that all of us including you don't have to deal and experience something that could have been prevented" you look at aragorn seeing how emotional he is and how he is trying not to cry "I know...but I don't want to not do anything and feel like everyone else sacrificed everything while I still had everything" he looks at you as tears flowed down your face "You are protecting the most precious and loved thing in these people's lives that will never be replaced" you hug each other tightly crying more "You will never be alone cause you will be with me and Arwen" he moves wiping your face going inside passing legolas, gimli, and eowyn in the dinner hall going to your rooms and bed ready for tomorrow and your new life with aragorn and arwen.

#lord of the rings x reader #aragorn #lord of the rings #aragorn x reader

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teddy06writes · 3 years ago

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Repercussions

The Dead Poets x reader (not explicitly, romantic, platonic or poly, just interpret it as you will)

Trigger warnings: Character Death, talk of suicide, swearing, yelling, grief, I'm upset but it's fine

Premise: You had thought thinks had been going well, but then, after his debut in A Midsummer Nights Dream, Neil does something drastic; the sound of one gun shot can echo on forever

{*evil laughter* I hate my life but this is here now)

{also, I might just cave and right a different version of this that's mainly just me being a Cameron apologist, also also, don't worry, I have lysome fluff headcanons for a request that should be out soon}

The Morning After The Play

You're not entirely sure why you've been woken so early on a Saturday, nor why you, and the rest of the Poets have been called down to Mr. Keatings room.

The one thing that you are sure of, however, is the anxious pit in your stomach, and the fact that Neil is very much missing.

Mr. Keating sat resolutely at his desk as Mr. McAllister led you in, a certain sadness you'd never seen on him before, etched into his features.

With a sigh, he stood, murmuring, "Thank you, George," as Mcallister faded to the back of the room.

"Captain what's going on?" Charlie asked after a moment, unable to stand the silence.

Mr. Keating cleared his throat uncomfortably, and the pit in your stomach seemed to deepen.

"Well Lads, I- figured you should hear it from me first, and not in the announcement that will be made later on this morning."

There was a waver in his voice, and Cameron seemed to panic, "Sir, if this has anything to do with the society- I swear, they forced me into it-"

"It's not about that," He interrupted, taking a deep breath before continuing, "But no doubt, that will soon be called into question. uh- We received a call, this morning, from Mr. Perry. Last night- last night after the play- Neil took his own life."

Suddenly, it was like your world shattered.

As you backed away from the group, you could distantly hear Knox muttering about how it couldn't be true, and Charlie demanding to know if it was some sort of sick joke.

You only became aware of the tears streaming down your face when Pitts had turned back to you, offering a tissue, and a hug, but still, it didn't seem real.

This had to be some sort of sick dream.

The Afternoon After the Play

Mr. Keating wasn't sure how anyone could take it. The rest of the administration continued on like it was nothing, only Mr. Nolan launching an investigation into what may have caused Neil's decision.

Classes had been canceled until the next week, and most of the students only treated it like a vacation.

Most of them.

He knew that somewhere, You and the rest of the poets were trying to mourn.

Wandering through his dark and empty classroom, he found himself standing at Neil's desk.

Slowly, Mr. Keating sank into the seat, finding the old tattered copy of 500 centuries of verse Neil had left, almost like he'd known he'd be returning it now.

He stared at the cover, at his own scrawling hand writing.

This was on him, wasn't it? He was the one to tell Neil to go and pursue his dreams, even after he'd told him about his fathers opinions.

God, why had he ever told them about the Dead Poets Society?

The Sunday after the Play

Charlie hadn't properly registered anything since that morning.

At least, not enough to make sense of it all.

He sat at the same pew where he'd taken the phone call from God, but everything had changed since then, he could no longer find the humor in his shenanigan.

The rest of the mass sang from the hymnal, but he couldn't bring himself to even look down at the book Todd shakily held in front of them both.

Charlie had long before learned how to let the trials life threw at him roll off his back, but this was different, this was numbing him to his core.

A Week After The Play

Nolan's investigation had begun, and would probably be concluded by the end of the day.

Cameron paced nervously up and down the hall outside of his and Charlie's room, would they understand? Would they try to see his point of view?

He was late to the meeting, he knew that; but he had to be. With what Neil had done, what Neil had uncovered... Cameron had been left to scramble to pick up the pieces of his life and hopefully get them shoved back into order, that way he could still have the future Neil didn't want.

Taking a deep breath, he turned, going all the way down the hall and into the coat room Pitts had said they were meeting in.

All of you froze, staring at him as he entered.

"What's going on guys?" He asked, taking a step into the circle.

Slowly, Charlie got up from his seat, "You finked, didn't you Cameron?"

"Finked?" He repeated, "I don't know what the hell your talking about."

From where you sat by the window with Todd, your eyes seemed to bore into him, searching for something he wasn't sure of.

"You told Nolan everything about the club is what I'm talking about." Charlie spat.

"Look, in case you haven't heard Dalton, at this school there's something called an honor code. If a teacher asks you a question you tell the truth, or you're expelled." He wasn't sure why he was lashing out, but still he did.

"You little-" The words died on Charlie's lips as he went to lunch at him.

Desperately, Knox and Meeks grabbed at him, dragging him away from Cameron.

"He's a rat! He's in it up to his eyes so he ratted to save himself!" Charlie yelled.

"Don't touch him Charlie, you do and your out." Knox said carefully.

"I'm out anyway!"

"You don't know that." Pitts tried to argue.

"He's right," Cameron nodded, "And if you guys are smart, you'll do exactly what I did and cooperate. Their not after us! We're the victims. Us and Neil."

You glared at him, uttering through gritted teeth, "You have no right Cameron."

"What the hell do you mean anyway?" Charlie demanded, "Who are they after then?"

"Why the 'captain' himself! Mr. Keating of course! I mean you guys really didn't really think he could avoid responsibility, did you?"

"Mr. Keating is responsible for Neil? Is that what their saying?"

"Who else do you think, dumbass?" It was almost like he was taunting him now, "Mr. Keating put us up to all this shit-"

"That's bullshit and you know it!" You were standing now, starting to cross the room, "He didn't put any of us up to anything. Neil loved acting."

"if it weren't for Mr. Keating, Neil would be holed up in his room, studying for chemistry right now! Beilive what you want, but I saw let Keating fry! Why ruin our lives?"

Before Charlie could even move you had crossed the room fully, smacking him across the face with all the strength you could muster.

You couldn't have cared less for what happened in that room after you stormed out.

Two Weeks after the play

After you'd stormed out, you'd gone straight to Mr. Nolans office, turning yourself in, and telling him, straight to his face, with no regards to your friends, or your parents feelings, that you would rather be expelled than have to deal with another second of Welton Bullshit.

Now you were leaving, leaving it all behind.

Nothing that had happened in the past week seemed to matter to you as you packed up your things, you were leaving, and that was it.

As you zipped your suitcase closed, you couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief. None of this had anything to do with you anymore.

It was almost like you could care less, now that Neil was gone.

You didn't take it as any of your business when you could hear Cameron's muffled sobs from the next room over every night, or when Meeks and Pitts stopped talking to anyone else entirely, hell you'd even let it entirely up to Knox to help drag Todd out of the lake when he had decided it was too much.

None of it mattered anymore.

Neil had made his decision, and now you had made yours, and neither of you cared about the repercussions.

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the-lucky-box · 3 years ago

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*breathes into existence*

GUESS WHO'S BACK WITH MORE ONE PIECE HEAD CANNONS

It's me

THIS TIME IM GOING OVER THE STRAW HAT CREW (before water 7)

So let's begin with the good old Roanoa Zoro

Lee

-as a lee this man is pretty hard to catch off guard, he's always on guard and can easily catch you even if he's sleeping

-though at the perfect moment he's flustered over something then it's the perfect time to strike

-he's just a grouch that needs a good laugh, even if it's filled with threats and swears

-he's ticklish mainly on his sides and stomach but be careful of the scar

-his feet are a real kicker, litteraly you gotta watch out or you'll get a foot shaped hole in your face

-i think he's super ticklish around the neck and shoulder area

-his hips are a screamer

-get him good and you'll get to hear his complete full belly laugh which is just a charm to hear

-protests

-maybe also possibly weak to "what happened to big ol tough Roanoa? Where'd this cute giggly swordsman come from"

Ler

-let me tell you something

-run, this man is lazy but will not give up a chance at seeking revenge

-he's gonna do the whole "thought you could get away with it, huh?!" And then absolutely obliterate you while being slightly pissed off lol

-he knows when you've had enough but usually does the whole "you're gonna make sure you don't do that again, got it?!!" But of course you've gotta do it again

-and this man will deliver tickles ten fold

Good old Sanji, the ships Chef

Lee

-legs are ticklish, he uses them all the time so it's a no brainer

-his hands are also super ticklish and very soft

-his thighs and behind the knees are what makes him laugh like crazy

-if you're a girl you can do the whole "don't move for me" cause he will try his best not to but if you are a dude then good luck with wrestling him down and getting him lol

Ler

-same as zoro

-run

- this man will have no hesitation getting you back

-someone called for a giggly human fillet?

-this chef's skilled with his hands so he will have no trouble skittering his fingers all over and getting all the squeeks and laughs out of you

-will do the whole food prep saying as he does

-will show mercy to the ladies, will obliterate the men

Chopper the Pirate doctor

Lee

-oh good ol chopper, such a cute raccoon dog

-dead

-you've killed him, he has died, good bye life forever thank you

-he's ticklish everywhere and sensitive all over, super ticklish between his hooves and on his belly

-he will protest everything only to be proven other wise lol

Ler

-ok he's not much of a ler but on the super rare occasions he will do it if it's just a little check up thing but it would only be a fun mess-with-you kind of thing

-too kind to go all crazy over revenge but has his own little ways of getting back at you

-he will start climbing you more often but in a way that he has to kick his back legs against your sides or something to make it tickle as he climbs up to your head

-but that would still most likely equal doom for him

Nami, the ships navigator

Lee

-you better hope and pray you don't get beat up, if you even think about messing with her she'll set you straight

-she is very ticklish on her belly and underarms

-her legs are a good spot aswell but mainly behind the knees

-has a pretty cute laugh filled with threats

-will punch you to get you off once she's had enough

Ler

-immediate revenge as soon as she's punched you off, not the one for verbal teases since it's mostly just playful anger tickling

-makes a quick and effortless execution

-if you two are close then it would become more of a play fight

Robin, the ships archeologist

Lee

-dont

-there is no chance of you being able to catch her off guard

-even if you cry and pray

- if you were able to get her then she most likely felt pitty for you or trusted you enough

-is not super ticklish but just enough to get laughing

-ticklish sides and hips but the rest are either slightly giggly or nothing at all

Ler

-you are completely dead

-she will use her devil fruit powers to trap you and tickle you effortlessly

-merciless yet playful

-will smile as she watches you crumble into laughter

-there is no escaping her devil fruit powers

-will strike a casual conversation with you while you are trapped there in a laughing mess

Ussop the sniper and the super cool pirate leader guy

Lee

-he is dead you have killed him, like him next to chopper, you have killed them both

-ticklish everywhere and sensitive all over aswell

-very jumpy and protests a lot

-has a loud screechy blabbering laugh

-claims he isn't ticklish and tells lies about everything, trying to distract you

Ler

-surprisingly good at revenge, plans out everything and knows how to get you down

-has a run away and attack tactic

-usually backfires on him when he's too caught up in the moment

Luffy the captain of the Straw Hats

Lee

-good ol funny man

-loves to wrestle and engage in tickle fights

-ticklish everywhere but mainly super ticklish on his feet and sides

-good luck catching him though, he will use his devil fruit powers to escape

Ler

-evil

-will get you in your worst spots and will wrestle you down

-will make fun of you playfully

-usually shortlived but on days he's really having fun, good luck getting away

#one piece tickling #tickles #tword content #safe tword #tickle headcannons

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buckyhoney-library · 4 years ago

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nsfw alphabet, b.b

A/N: so sorry it took so long! hope you enjoy! sebastians & nomad!steve should be out sometime this week(end)!

reblogs/likes/feedback are greatly appreciated & highly encouraged

However, do NOT repost/steal ANY of my fics on my blog!

Warnings: 18+, language, smutty thoughts, sorry for any missed typos!

chris evans nsfw alphabet

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex)

bucky takes aftercare so seriously! he makes sure that you have everything that you need and you're taken care of first. showering you in praises, holding you close, getting you water or snacks- he is at your beck and call.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part on themselves and on their partner)

thighs. thighs. thighs. He loves laying between them with his head resting on your stomach. His fingers tracing patterns on your skin- peppering kisses on the inside. bucky's arms are hooked around them while he is giving you head, rubbing small circles on the outside.

bucky has grown to love his vibranium arm, because of how much you love it. he has changed arm usage from a weapon to a useful tool in every situation. being able to cool it and playing with temperatures, pinning you down- making sure you go nowhere- or even being able to cause it to vibrate.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

he loves to paint with his cum. as much as he LOVES to cum inside you and make you hold it- there is something so pretty with his cum plastered on your back or on your tummy. "you look so pretty with my cum on your thighs," bucky is especially fond of watching it drip down your breasts or leak down your thighs. bucky just stares in awe of how it glistens against your skin.

D = Dirty Secret (What do they secretly want)

he wants you to praise him. bucky lives off of praise and when you whimper how good he's making you feel or how he's such a good boy? it throws him over the edge, encouraging him to go faster and harder. he'll never ask for them, but when you start hyping him up, fuck he enters a state of nirvana.

E = Experience (Do they know what they are doing?)

1940's bucky as we all know was very experienced but after eighty years of nothing? he needs a little help regaining his confidence, but man will he practice and have no problems asking for help. he'd be a little embarrassed of cumming early or not being able to satisfy like he used too, but bucky watches porn and experiments like no tomorrow, catching up on all the new toys/techniques/positions etc.

F = Favorite Position (Self-explanatory)

bucky's favorite position would be cowgirl or where you're laying on your side, so he could hold you. cowgirl because he gets the perfect view of your body and everything about it.

with an honorable mention of missionary- but missionary with your legs in the air spread for all can see. if he's feeling a little spicy, he'll press on your lower abdomen, adding extra pressure.

G = Goofy (Are they serious during sex or goofy

BOTH. There is a time and a place for serious, rough, passionate sex (and boy does he enjoy that), but for the most part, Bucky wants you to feel good and he wants to learn- which means there will be some mishaps and failed moments, but he loves those moments just the same.

H = Hair (Are they well-groomed?)

he is well kept and clean. bucky isn't hairless, but he does make sure that everything is trimmed up and clean.

J = Jack Off (Do they masturbate?)

bucky only does when you're away or he's gone for a mission. when you're home, he has no problem telling you he's in the mood. when he does masturbate, it is to your pictures/videos you've sent or through facetime/phone calls. he doesn't watch porn unless that is the only option or he is looking for new things to try with you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

oh boy does he have loads of kinks! bucky loves praise (receiving or giving)! during the more passionate and rough sessions, he is into degrading (but not too crazy) innocence kink. if you have met after his second sexual awakening? god, how he loves to ruin you. he loves the idea that he gets to teach you and that you're at his mercy. ice play/warming (idk what the word is) he loves when you call him sarg does this man have a filthy sarcastic mouth. dirty remarks of comments that leave his mouth- god, it's enough to you off in seconds.

L = Location (Favorite place to do it)

he is a traditional man at heart, so he loves the bedroom. bucky gets to be as loud as chooses and go as long as he wants without the fear of someone walking in or interrupting.

M = Motivation (What turns them on or gets them going?)

leggings. jeans. short shorts- anything that enhances your thighs or when you shoot back firey/witty comments matching his energy. The more traditional turn on's as well, suggestive comments, touching his chest letting it fall to his belt, lingering kisses on his lips and neck. "it's like you're begging me to fuck you silly,"

N = No (Something they will not do. Turnoffs.)

nothing with bodily fluids (other than saliva or cum) & i don't think he'd be fond of being too open in public- he's a private guy, but he doesn't mind the simple pda and light touches.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skills, etc.)

okay let me tell you- bucky loves getting head. your lips make him cum faster than anything else. "open wide, darling" he loves the ability to do it virtually anywhere (privately of course) and the quick clean up-but he mostly loves watching you take his length completely, hitting the back of your throat. "fuck, such a good girl taking all of me," hearing you moan into him and gag makes him go FERAL. bucky isn't a head pusher, but he does grip your hair.

bucky does love going down on you too. his cock throbs at the sight of your legs shaking and squirming. the sounds you make encourage him more, but he doesn't stop when you cum- he licks up every last drop of you. "im not stopping, so i'd stop moving if i were you," he'll occasionally pop his head up to make sure that he's doing everything right and you're enjoying yourself- the last thing he wants is for you to fake it (which only happened when he first re-entered the dating world)

P = Pace (Are they fast or rough? Or slow and sensual?)

there is a time and place for everything. bucky loves sensual sex because he feels the most connected to you and he has been without physical/emotional connection for so long that it's become a must. it is also where he feels the most control and the best, when he can be 100% vulnerable- something never thought he could do.

fast and rough is for those needy moments where he can't get his hands off of you- complete feral mode. when you've been teasing him relentlessly and he needs to remind you who's in charge. those nights are when the kinkiest of kinks come to play.

Q = Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than regular sex)

quickies are reserved for dinner parties, group outings, etc. where you look too good and he can't keep his hands off of you. "i wanna see if you taste as good as you look". quickies usually consist of fast rough sex that leaves bruises or marks. they also mainly consist of giving/receiving head.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

oh does he! he has almost ninety years of sex trends/toys/etc to catch up on. it will be the middle of the night and you'd be fast asleep only to be woken up by him shaking your arm and going "baby, we have to try this!"

bucky isn't a risk-taker in the sense of public and potentially getting caught, he is a risk-taker in the sense that he is willing to try anything once.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

bub is a super-soldier. his stamina outlasts yours by HOURS. you'd be panting and lying sideways and bucky would be ready for the next round and you'd have to tap out. he would chuckle and hold you, teasing you about how you can't last. "can't handle this cock? i thought you said you could go all night?"

T = Toys (Do they own or use toys on themselves or partners?)

bucky has a whole drawer dedicated to the greatest quality toys. "only the best for you, dollface." he loves seeing how far he can push you with the vibrators. tying the vibrator to your clit and watching you be sent over the moon. bucky wouldn't be too crazy about using toys on himself, but he isn't opposed to being handcuffed (or pegged)

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

BIGGEST TEASE in the galaxy. Touching you, grazing your heat, kissing your neck, rubbing the inside of your thigh, (stuffing a vibrator inside you while you're on the phone), or whispering dirty things in your ear- but God forbid if you tease him back. there will be hell to pay if you try teasing him back. "you better rethink your next move, darling," "i think you forgot who's allowed to tease who."

V = Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

bucky is pretty quiet, with the exceptions of grunts and whimpers. His mouth is filthy and he dirty talks like there is no tomorrow! he is also a cocky little shit and sarcastic- which doesn't stop in the bedroom. "your cunt feel so good around me," "open your eyes, i want you to watch as i ruin you" "look at you, you're soaked for me"

W = Wildcard (Random headcanon for your character)

cockwarming. babe lives for cockwarming. early morning lazy sex, but too lazy to pull out of you. you'd be laying on your side with your leg over his, with his cock buried inside of you. "no, honey, just stay" he would mumble with his head resting in the cook of your neck, placing small kisses on your neck, but falling back asleep.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

baby, that serum did wonders. bucky is packing that seven to eighter. his cock would poke through your tummy and he won't stop talking about it for weeks.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

HIGH. VERY HIGH. he is ready whenever and wherever the time calls.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterward?)

bucky's stamina is so high that he probably is starving. he would perform aftercare for you, but once you'd have cared for- he is standing naked in the kitchen making a sandwich.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fluff #sebastian stan #sebastian stan smut

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angellesword · 4 years ago

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YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (10)

Summary: You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It's simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if...Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

Alternatively:

"A future without you is a world without color."

Genre: soulmate au, e2l, slow burn, angst, fluff, roommate au

Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

SERIES: CHAPTER 9 | CHAPTER 11

Note: I just wanna dedicate this chapter to @jooniebugg coz your feedback in Your Eyes Tell (09) is <333 and it inspired me to write chapter 10! some lines in this update is my response to your comment heheh :*

You were not in trouble, but Jeongguk was.

"Guk," Jimin let out a breath as he closed his eyes. "Slow down, okay? I can't understand what you're saying."

But Jeongguk couldn't do it. He was sobbing uncontrollably that Jimin literally had to tell him to breathe.

Jeongguk tried to follow the instruction of his best friend's boyfriend. Breathe. It should be easy, right? He only needed to stop thinking about you in able to breathe properly.

Unfortunately, it was difficult to get you out of his mind.

"You good?"

Your soulmate nodded even though Jimin couldn't see his face. They're currently talking over the phone. Jimin called him after finding out what happened during the trial.

It was all over the news. Countless of articles were published online. Most of them were unreliable and full of speculations.

Jimin gave up after reading one sentence. He knew he had to call you to know the truth—or at least the fragments of truth. Jimin wasn't really interested in the case; he was only interested to know what was up with you.

Were you alright?

Jimin found some of your decisions in life questionable, yet he didn't say anything. He remained tight-lipped when you told him about your entangled fate not only with Jeongguk, but also with your assistant and client.

Just like your soulmate, Jimin could not understand why you were trying to defend Kim Seokjin. Their reason was different though. Jeongguk's thoughts were selfish. Jimin, on the contrary, was plain curious.

Why were you so invested in this case?

Was it because of your stubborn nature? Jimin knew that once you set your mind into something, you wouldn't stop until you won.

Jimin only learned to accept your competitive side when he realized that you were raised this way.

You didn't choose to be like this. You were actually forced to be like this. This being the case, Jimin was only able to release an exhausted breath after Jeongguk told him what happened in the courtroom.

Some might say that you pushed too hard, but this didn't give Mrs. Kim the right to hurt you.

"It's my fault, hyung. I wasn't there to protect her." Jeongguk bit the inside of his cheek.

It had been an hour since you locked yourself in your room and Jeongguk wasn't sure whether to comfort you or to just leave you alone.

It felt like you preferred the latter option. Jimin told your soulmate that you weren't answering your phone, an obvious indication that you didn't want to talk to anyone. This was also the reason why Jimin decided to just call Jeongguk to know if you were okay.

You weren't.

It was weird, but Jeongguk was positive he could feel your heart breaking. If this was any other day, he was sure that he would simply ignore this, but something definitely changed. Jeongguk didn't know why, but he had this intense urge to embrace you—to make you feel better.

"But you can protect her now, Guk. It will be hard, but please..." Jimin begged your soulmate. He didn't want to burden Jeongguk; however, the latter was the only person who could comfort you right now.

As much as Jimin wanted to embrace you, he couldn't. He was in Busan, his hometown, at the moment. Jimin was processing some important documents because he's planning to ask Taehyung to marry him.

"W-What can I do to make her feel better?" Jeongguk stammered. He's nervous, but he's decided. He couldn't let you go through this alone. It hadn't even been a day, yet he already missed your goofy side.

"You're a smart boy, Jeon. You'll figure out what she wants."

What do you want?

Jeongguk's heart was recoiling once again. He realized that he never knew what you wanted since you were always catering what others wanted.

You were a people pleaser.

"But if nothing works, just call her parents." This was Jimin's last reminder before ending the call.

Your soulmate didn't understand why Jimin thought it would be a good idea to call your parents. Jeongguk was pretty sure he could bring the smile back on your face without the help of anyone. He just needed to make sure you were not in some kind trouble first.

Jeongguk opened your laptop to send an email to your boss and other clients, telling them that you were taking a break from work.

Jeongguk was tired by the end of the week. Jimin was right. It was difficult to help you get back on your feet, mainly because you weren't trying.

You stayed in bed most of the time, you barely touched your food, and he felt like you didn't even want to live.

You looked so unmotivated that in the end, Jeongguk decided to just message your parents and invite them to your apartment—this was the reason why he was in trouble.

"You can't just do this without consulting me, Jeongguk."

His scowl deepened when you called him using his given name. You only did this when you were serious or mad. In this case, he figured out that you were mad—or at least he thought you were mad. Your voice was rough, similar to the tone you used when you were inside the courtroom.

Jeongguk was scared.

He was scared to upset you again.

"But Jimin-hyung told me to call your parents!" He reasoned out. Blaming your best friend was the only way Jeongguk could think of so that he could finally escape your piercing glare.

It worked.

Your expression softened a bit, though this didn't mean that he wasn't in trouble anymore.

"Jeongguk," this time your voice sounded tired.

"Y-Yes?" He pretended like he was busy sweeping the floor. Everything needed to be perfect because your parents would be here shortly.

You already accepted your tragic fate. It was decided. You were going to meet your mother and father today.

Damn it.

"Why did you block Hoseok's number?"

You saw how Jeongguk froze after hearing your question. No doubt, he was guilty.

"I-I didn't do it!" He lied.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

"You're not a good liar..." Amusement was now dancing in your voice.

Jeongguk had been using your phone to respond to your prospective clients. These people just didn't know how to stop. They kept texting your personal number even though Jeongguk told them that you were on a leave.

Your phone didn't have a passcode that's why he was able to freely access it.

You didn't mind. In fact, you were grateful. He saved your career. If he didn't send a notice of leave to your boss, you were sure you're gonna get fired.

"I'm not lying!" His lips protruded into a sulky pout. "I didn't send those messages!"

"Huh." You arched your brow. "But I only asked why you blocked Hoseok. I didn't say you texted him using my number."

Jeongguk's eyes went wide.

He was instantly busted.

"H-He was spamming you with useless messages!"

"I don't think so," you shook your head as you read the conversation. His excuse just kept on getting worse.

"Wow. You're cold," you could imagine Hoseok's disbelief upon seeing the thumbs up emoji. It was actually apparent by your friend's response.

"Jeongguk..." You called his name again.

"What!?" Why was he getting annoyed?

"You don't want Hoseok to kiss me?"

Jeongguk looked like the emoji he sent to Hoseok.

"And why would I want that!?" His chest was heaving up and down. You couldn't see, but his face was as red as tomatoes.

You suddenly laughed, causing Jeongguk's heart to swell in joy. This was the first time he heard you laugh after weeks of getting used to your impassive face.

Were you finally moving on?

Jeongguk guessed you were. Your expression literally changed the moment your parents arrived.

You looked happy to see them—too happy that Jeongguk felt like he was only imagining your annoyed expression a short while ago.

Didn't you say you hated the fact that he invited your parents to your place?

You did say that. Unfortunately Jeongguk had no idea how much you hated talking to your mom.

You swore you loved her with all of your heart, though her principles were different from what you believed in. It was draining to pretend like you agree with her.

"So how's the case you've been handling, sweetheart?" Your mother's sweet smile made you cringe.

It hadn't been long since she pulled you inside your room to 'talk.'

Your parents had already met Jeongguk. As expected, they loved him. Your soulmate made it very easy to like him. Perhaps it was because of his eyes. Damn those big, doe eyes. It never failed to make your heart melt.

"Good." You walked towards your bedroom door. "Let's go back to the kitchen. I think Jeongguk prepared some desserts."

"Dessert could wait, dear." Your mom offered you another sickening smile. It was the kind of smile that told you to give up. She always had her way of making you follow what she wanted you to do.

"Come on, eomma." You laughed nervously as you told her that your soulmate was excited to let her try his yaksik, a popular dessert that your mom truly loved.

You didn't know how Jeongguk found out your mother's favorite dessert. You just knew that you were willing to eat dozens of yaksik just to get away from your mom. You didn't even care if your stomach was still full after eating the lunch your soulmate had cooked.

Your mom only shrugged her shoulders as if she didn't hear what you said.

"Tell me about the Kim's case." She demanded as she meticulously inspected your wardrobe.

Your heartbeat doubled.

It was easy to simply give into what she desired because you were certain that she wouldn't stop anyway.

Sadly you couldn't speak—not anymore. Not when you knew how all of this would go.

You wanted to move on from this nightmare on your own. All your life, you relied upon what your mother would say.

"You can't be sad over this. It's nothing compared to what I've been through!"

"Stop crying. You just think you're hurt. You're not."

"No. You can't. That shows weakness."

These were some of the things your mother would say whenever you encountered problems in life. She honed you to be this strong person who wasn't allowed to mope.

You remembered her telling you that it was insensitive of you to cry over little things when it was clear that so many people had it worse than you.

This was exactly why you didn't want to meet your mother today. She would force you to stop feeling bad about Seokjin's case since it was petty.

It was funny actually. People admired you for always ignoring the pain you felt.

You found this toxic. It felt like you were expected to be strong—making you feel like you should heal right away and not with your own pace. This was also the reason why you found it hard to open up to people, even if you were really close to that someone.

Your mother made you feel like there would always be some kind of adversary when it came to handling inconveniences in life. Sometimes you wished people would shut up and just listen. You didn't always need advice. What you wanted was for them to stop quantifying pain because people had different tolerance when it came to feeling what's painful and what's not.

"I think I lost," it took everything not to cry in front of her. At the end of the day, you were still afraid to be perceived as weak.

She had that much control over you.

"Why did you lose?" Her voice was stone cold.

Your response was automatic. You told her what happened during the trial in spite of telling yourself that you would never get swayed by her authoritarian nature anymore.

"You don’t have to answer. I know now why you lost." She crossed her arms as she shook her head at you.

"Didn't I tell you? You lost because you didn't acquire enough knowledge." She proceeded to tell you what you already knew.

Your mom always said that knowledge is power, but the word "knowledge" that was delicately tattooed on your Achilles heel said otherwise.

For you, knowledge is downfall. This was why you chose to have that word tattooed on your Achilles heel—a part of your body that symbolized fatal weakness.

You were working as an auditor before you decided to go to law school. You knew this field inside out and it came with a price. You helped a firm conceal fraudulent acts using your knowledge.

It was a dangerous thing. Your mom tolerated your unprofessionalism since she was a major stockholder in the said company. She actually pushed you to continue the misrepresentation; however, you were guilty.

You couldn't do it anymore. You couldn't use the power you acquired to fool people. Law school taught you to uphold justice, but you were blinded once again.

You failed to see the impact of your actions to Soobin, an innocent soul. Maybe your mother was right. You were bound to fail your law career. Maybe you should just go back to the corporate world and help billionaires to achieve their disgusting scheme.

"Sorry," you swallowed hard, looking straight into your mother's eyes. "I'll do better."

"You should be." She gritted her teeth as she continued to invalidate your emotions.

You wondered when the torture would stop. You just wanna lie in bed and sleep the pain away. Luckily Jeongguk came knocking on your door, saving you from your mother's poisonous words.

"Wait," Jeongguk stopped you from following your mom to the living room.

"What's wrong?" He cupped your face; worry was evident in his eyes. You looked like you were in pain.

Did your mother say something to you? Jeongguk wondered.

"Nothing." But you brushed him off before he could ask.

Jeongguk pursed his lips into a thin line. He swore something was wrong, but he didn't want to push it since it was clear that you were not in the mood to talk about it.

But he couldn't stay still knowing that you were bothered. This being the case, he went out of his way just to make you smile.

Jeongguk was being such a good boy. He kept on praising you in front your parents. He was also respectful towards them. His jokes were appropriate and he smiled so kindly at them.

His lingering touch on your wrist, waist, and shoulders didn't go unnoticed by you. It was like he was guarding you from any possible danger.

"What do you think about this, my sweet daughter?" Your father showed you his artwork with a proud smile.

You chuckled.

Jeongguk was teaching your father how to draw.

"You did great, Appa!" You weren't lying. He had done a good job sketching The Hulk.

"Really? What about the color? Do you like it?"

You nodded eagerly. It wouldn't hurt to lie, right?

"I like the shade of green that you used."

You were expecting your father to smile back because of your compliment. Sadly, he only stared at you blankly.

"What?" A nervous giggle escaped your lips.

Your parents and even Jeongguk were making you feel awkward. Why were they looking at you like you were a poor, poor soul?

"This Hulk is color pink." Your father said softly, making your breathing hitch.

He was trying to show contrast. The Hulk was the personification of rage. He colored him pink because in your world, the mentioned color symbolized gentleness. He wanted you to see in his drawing that people should be gentle even though they're angry.

You ruined it.

They probably know by now that you were lying when you said earlier that you could see colors.

Why did you even lie?

Why couldn't you just tell them that Jeongguk wasn't in love with you?

"Ah," you scratched the back of your head. "Is it pink? Sorry, Appa. I'm still trying to learn colors."

Your lie was understandable. You told your parents that you met Jeongguk a few months ago. It was impossible to know all colors in a short period of time.

You knew you weren't a great liar, but damn. When you looked at Jeongguk, he was smiling as he mouthed, "it is okay," to you.

He was saying that you were doing well, that you didn't ruin what your father had been wishing for: he wanted you to be loved by your soulmate.

You felt like Jeongguk loved you.

You couldn't stop staring at your soulmate as he continued to smile brightly at you.

In this moment, you swore you could see the brown in his eyes.

Or so you thought.

You just couldn't have one peaceful day, could you?

"N-No..." Your voice broke, tears falling down on the sheet of paper you were holding.

Your parents already left. Jeongguk was kind enough to drive them back to their hotel.

You were alone in the house.

The paper in your hand was mocking you, telling you that you would forever be alone in this house.

TRANSFER OF OWNERSHIP IN A CONTRACT TO SELL Vendee Jeon Jeongguk of Room 13, Apartment X, Seoul, South Korea—you stopped reading the next words.

You couldn't believe it.

Jeon Jeongguk was going to leave you.

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awigglycultist · 3 years ago

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Okay. I'm finally doing it. I'm watching Genie In A Bikini.

This is opening is so werid. Why is she putting on those wigs and screaming about them.

Wait the kids are neighbours? I thought they were siblings for some reason

"arg? :)"

There is no pirate day as far as I'm aware but there is a talk like a pirate day actually

Kids you trying way to hard they are not going to be your friends just ignore them

Oh boy Joey!

You've been out here for like 5 seconds how are you already burning?

I'm sorry but you're middle schoolers and that is clearly an adult you guys are shit liars

"you are so weak :) <3"

Why do so many ppl in this act like such assholes. No one in real life acts remotely like that (especially not little kids? Tho she is a pageant kid so ig that does make sense)

Wait so if Matt lives with his mom and sister and his sister, and maybe his mom too, are also genies like him, then how come Matt was the one that Jacob and Cruz got as their genie

"then like why do all your masters dump you?" "uh- I- don't know maybe cause th- there stupid! I- anyway that's not gonna happen this time!" I love the way Joey delivers this line

Wow this flying carpet is so incredibly fake looking

"as a women, I have to tell you your doing everything wrong" nskdjdxlxn

Why are there so many close up shots of ppl's faces

IS THIS CHILD HANGING ONTO THE WIDOW OUTSIDE WHAT?

DID MATT JUST KIDNAP A CHILD?

Oh great the two annoying characters that act the most bitchy are together

Honestly Jacob and Cruz should've realized that Matt wouldn't be able to do this

OMG WHAT IS WITH GASPING AND BOOM SOUND EFFECT?? BDKDBDBDBD

Ignoring the sound effect this bit is actually really funny

Plz god why do they keep saying "like" and "totes"

Joey's been putting his damn heart and soul into this

Wow. Looks just like her.

I know I've mentioned before how much Joey ends up half or fully naked in things but he also has ended up dressing feminine/as a girl quite a bit too

Love this outfit actually

Knowing how good of a singer Joey is and hearing this hurts me. It's not even the worst singing I've ever hear but I know he can do better so I don't like it

I honestly love this popular boy, he's lactose intolerant, reads book, and does ballet

Jacob no

Nevermind fuck him I forgot he's still a jerk

HOLY SHIT HE JUST GOT TURNED INTO A FROG OMG

Again. That's clearly an adult. You don't look like a teenage cheerleader Matt.

Do they understand that the placement of the table they sit at does not suddenly make them popular? Like you're still sitting at. A. Table. If no one else "popular" sits with you your still gonna be considered losers.

Nevermind that's quite a few people.

He's literally going into her mind???

Dumbass

Well that was shorter than I expected. Mainly bc the version someone put on youtube has it twice in one video but also idk I just excepted it be longer ig.

It was fine. It's a tv nickelodeon movie what is there to say about? Joey's a great actor tho.

#joey richter #genie in a bikini #starkid

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nomsugayoongi · 3 years ago

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Recurring

Pairing: Jungkook X OC female

Warnings: None yet.

Synopsis: Jungkook meets the girl of his dreams...but the problem is exactly that. She's in his dreams.

Note: So I had this really bizarre idea for a fluff fest (and eventual smut fest because it's JK and I can't help myself) It's written and edited on a phone so forgive any mistakes and don't be afraid to let me know what you think.

"Huh?"

Jungkook looked around. He didn't know this street. Nothing looked familiar. Not the tall, grey buildings, not the neon lights casting colourful shadows on the dark pavement, nothing. He frowned, eyes scanning the signs on the building right beside him. It was one of those 24 hour convenience stores. The lights were on but he couldn't see anybody inside. No cashier behind the counter. No customers. He had no idea what time it was. Come to think of it, he didn't actually have any idea about anything. He felt a splash of water hit his face and glanced up at the dark sky. No stars. No moon. Just....black. The glow from the street lights cast faint beams and highlighted the beginning drops of rain. He looked down at the pavement. He didn't have shoes on. His bare feet looked strange against the concrete but he couldn't feel the cold ground. His frown deepened as he scraped his foot lightly against the path, expecting to feel the rough texture but feeling nothing. The rain started coming faster, droplets hitting the back of his neck as he stared down at his feet. He wasn't afraid. Even in this strange situation, with not a soul in sight, there was no fear. Just curiosity. He looked either side of him then down the dark street ahead. There was something glowing at the end of the street that piqued his interest. A soft, warm ball of light that flickered slightly even though there was no wind.

He started walking, the rain coming down harder, huge splotches soaking through his t shirt yet he didn't feel particularly cold. He looked in the windows of the closed shops as he walked past, the silhoutte of the items in the window seeming even darker against the faint light bouncing off the glass. It was so quiet. No traffic sounds, no voices. Just the sound of the rain hammering against the pavement. As he approached the end of the street, he squinted at where the light now seemed bigger and brighter. Pure darkness spanned out in front of him, but it was moving, shimmering and rippling as the rain hit the surface. Water. A lake or something. He couldn't tell how big it was. The darkness of the water sort of blending into the darkness of the night and made one big horizon of black. As he approached the edge of the water, he noticed that the ball of light that had caught his attention was a gently swinging lamp hung inside a gazebo. A rickety looking wooden Jetty connected the floating gazebo to the embankment and he quickened his pace to get to it, mainly because the rain was now hammering down so hard that he was drenched from head to toe but also because the soft glow of light against the stark backdrop of darkness was very inviting. He made his way up the jetty, hearing the wooden slats creak and groan under his feet then smiling as he reached the gazebo. It was cute. It seemed....out of place. An octagonal, wooden structure with a slate roof and half open sides. Benches ran around each edge, padded with thick, comfy looking cushions. A lantern hung from the center of the roof, swaying slightly above a small table. It really was out of place. It looked brand new, like something you'd see in the garden section of an IKEA catalogue. He wondered whether he was ok to sit since he was wet through but it was literally the middle of the night and there wasnt a soul around, so he sat, picking the edge closest to the open water and facing out so he could watch the rain bounce off the water's surface. He liked the overlapping circular ripples it created, like an intricate pattern on the glassy surface. It was nice. Absolute silence apart from the rain and the sound of his own steady breathing. He felt calm. Peaceful. Content even. Happy to just sit in the darkness and listen to the rain. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, the smell of the water and fresh rain causing a small smile to play around his lips.

"Hey. Soggy boy. What you doing in my dream?"

His eyes snapped open and he looked around wildly. "What the hell?" He muttered, confused. Stood at the entrance to the gazebo was a girl, her arms folded across her chest as she surveyed him. There was no way she could have snuck up. He would have heard her footsteps on the crappy old jetty. "Where did you come from?" He frowned, looking around with bemusement. "What do you mean where did I come from? It's my dream. Where did you come from?" She retorted. He looked back towards the street where everything was still exactly the same. No people. No sound. "I was over there." He muttered, pointing. "Wait...dream?" He questioned, completely confused. She nodded. "Yeah. This is my dream spot. I've been here loads of times. Want to tell me why you're crashing my dream? And why you're dripping on my cushions?" She said, arms still folded expectantly. "It's raining." He said stupidly. "I got caught in it. Wait...why aren't you wet?" He asked, suddenly noticing that she was stood among the falling rain but was bone dry. "It's my dream." She repeated slower, as though he was kind of dumb. "I decide what happens. I didn't decide on you though. Why are you here?" She asked, a frown creeping between her brow. He shrugged, still looking around curiously. "Dunno. Are you sure it's your dream? I think it might be mine." He reasoned. That would make sense. Not knowing where he was, the bare feet, the body temperature rain, the entire lack of life signs. "It's definitely mine." He muttered, more to himself than to her. "Yeah, cause I went to bed after practise and woke up here...except I didn't wake up. I must still be asleep. Huh! That's pretty cool." He said, a slow grin spreading across his face at the idea of being aware of his own dream. "Excuse me. Soggy boy. If it's your dream then why am I in it and why are you having it in my dream space?" She asked. He shrugged again, finally looking at her. She had long dark hair that was poker straight and impossibly shiny, it fell around a cute face, huge, sparkly eyes, button nose, pouty lips. Good cheekbones. She was short but curvy. Her expression displaying her curiosity. Definitely his dream. She looked like a strange Mish mash of all the things he liked in a girl. She was cute. Very cute. "Does it matter if it's your dream or my dream? Either way, it isn't real. Whoever is dreaming will wake up at some point and it'll end anyway. Why waste it trying to figure out whose head were in?" He reasoned. She nodded slowly, thoughtfully. "Yeah I guess. I'm just...not used to anyone being here." She shrugged. "Well I'm not here technically." He mused. "Neither are you." She hummed, studying him curiously. She'd dropped her folded arms and had taken a seat on the bench opposite his. She was staring at him intently. "You got a name or should I just keep calling you soggy boy?" She asked. "Jungkook" he smiled. "Huh?" She said, eyebrow raised. "Jungkook" he repeated. "Why the face?" She shook her head, still looking a little bemused. "That's not an English name." She muttered. He chuckled, now also looking bemused. "Why would it be? I'm not English." He replied. "But you've lived here a while? Your accent." She muttered. "Lived where? What accent?" He frowned. "In England." She stated. He chuckled again. "What are you talking about? I don't live in England. I've never lived in England. I barely know how to speak English although I've been learning for years. English is hard." He mused. "But you're speaking English now." She exclaimed. He frowned, laughing. "No. I'm speaking Korean." He said slowly. She looked like her head was about to explode. "No. You're definitely speaking English. I understand you. How would I understand you if you were speaking Korean?" She said, puzzled. "YOU'RE speaking Korean." He frowned. "EH? I'm speaking English. I wouldn't be able to speak Korean if my life depended on it, let alone carry out a whole ass conversation with some soaked stranger in my dream gazebo." She said defensively. He couldn't help but laugh. As far as dreams went, this was by far one of his most

interesting. "Ok. So you're speaking English. I'm speaking Korean...yet we understand each other. Cool." He smiled. She continued to look confused. "Ok so....Jungkook right?" She asked. He nodded. "Are you from Korea?" Again he nodded. "And to you it sounds like I'm speaking Korean?" Another nod. "Hmmphhh. I've had some pretty weird dreams before but this one takes the cake."

It felt like hours passed as they talked. He found out her name, that she was 2 years older than him and English. She worked in a hospital during the night and slept during the day. He told her about himself, the band, his band mates, he touched on what his life was like but didn't go into it much. It was nice to just talk to someone, even if he had to dream them up to do it. Without him even realising, the darkness surrounding them had begun to melt away, the sky lightening into colourful purples and eventually soft pinks as the sun came up. He didn't notice when the rain stopped or the silence gradually giving way to the sound of chirping birds. He was too engrossed in conversation to pay attention to his surroundings. He'd liked the sense of solitude when he first got here but quickly preferred having someone to talk to. She was attentive and interested, listening and asking questions, laughing when he made a joke. He felt...normal, which was nice. He was almost disappointed when she pointed out that time was almost up. He looked around, surprised. "When did daytime happen?" He frowned. She chuckled, rolling her eyes. "Somewhere between your pressures as an idol and my frustrations at work." She shrugged. He gazed at the water, now noticing the lush green trees that surrounded the embankment, the colour of the sky, the sparkly surface of the water. "Wow. This place is beautiful." He muttered, eyes skimming his surroundings in awe. She smiled, nodding slowly. "It's my favourite place." She said softly. "Where is it? Is it real?" He questioned. Nothing about it was familiar to him. "I don't know. I've never actually been. I just...dreamed it once and liked it so I kept coming back. A lot of my dreams happen here." She sighed. He nodded thoughtfully. "I hope I come back." He whispered. "Yeah, you didn't get to try any of the cool dream stuff." She chuckled. He raised an eyebrow, pulling his eyes from the beautiful scenery to look at her. "What cool dream stuff?" She rolled her eyes again, making him feel like a rookie. "Y'know. The stuff you can't do when you're awake. Flying, floating, changing stuff, making yourself different. It's your head. Your dream. You control it. Once you realise you're dreaming, the laws of the universe become more flexible. Dreams don't care about gravity or continuity. Your head. Your rules." She explained. He looked at her wide eyed. "Really?" He muttered. She laughed, her laugh was musical and made him feel warm. "Mmm hmm. The trick is to realise you're dreaming quickly, gives you more time to play." Her smile was childlike, eyes twinkling with excitement. It was infectious, provoking his own giddy smile. "Is there time now? Quickly?" He asked. She hummed, looking at the sky. "Don't think so. Look." She pointed upward, his eyes followed. The sky seemed to be fading. He blinked a couple of times, trying to focus but everything was blurring. "No. I'm not ready yet." He frowned. He gripped the cushion in his fists, trying to hold on. "I want to stay." He heard her light, musical laughter but it sounded further away. "I hope you're here next time. See you, soggy boy."

Jungkook awoke, blinking rapidly as he looked around. He was in his bedroom. He sat up, frowning, his stomach still churning. He rubbed his eyes with a sigh. Of course he was in his bedroom. Where else would he be. Still, that was some dream. He looked at the familiar surroundings feeling almost a pang of sadness. "That was a good dream." He whispered to himself, feeling almost silly that a small part of him was already hoping to go back.

#bts fanfic #jungkook #jjk fluff #jungkook x oc #jungkook story #jungkook smut

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