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yelenasdiary · 1 year

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RussianProfessorAlpha!Natasha noticing one student who always falls asleep during her lectures, but always ends up getting an A on paper even if our spoken Russian is bad. At first she is insulted by this as we are sleeping all the time, but her irritation slowly goes to annoyance, as we always ask for extra help to admiration as the only reason why we are having a hard time sleeping is because we don’t feel safe in our dorm cause are roommates always have someone(s) “special” over, or are partying. So we either dorm with a friend or roam till the someone leaves. We also confess when we are in the same room as her, her “scent” and voice lul us to sleep. Once she finds this out, she’s giving nasty looks to some of the party goers, during class. And now at night you r in her bed, well not the first night, the first night you were too shy because she bumped into you while you were walking alone trying to pass the time till the end of the party and scolded you for waking out at such a late hour, so you slept in the guest room with one of her hoodies she “accidentally” left there.

P.S- The only reason why she finds out we have a hard time sleeping in our dorm is because we would have a distant smell of another person “on” us, (it was your friends hoodie that you borrowed because you didn’t want to go back to your dorm for your clean clothes) and she got…. Irritated because of that, safe to say the rest of your extra Russian practice time was just you based questions about your friends.

The Guest Room

Pairing: RussianProfessorAlpha!Natasha x Omega! Reader

Summary: Your professor is tired of you always being tired and offers you her guest room.

Comfort | Fluff | No Warnings | K |

AC: This is my first time writing alpha x omega content so I hope this is okay! I also want to thank my honey @mywitchy-assassin for helping me big time with this xx!

It wasn’t that you meant to fall asleep your Russian Professor’s class but it didn’t help that her class was your last class of the day. You still managed to get A’s on your grade though so it wasn’t a big bother to you until Miss Romanoff commented her annoyance when you asked for extra help.

“I’m sorry Miss, it’s just” you paused as the red head looked up at you from the pile of papers she had just gathered from the other students. “It’s just what?” she asked rather sternly with a raised brow. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you clenched the straps of your backpack, “I haven’t been sleeping well and it’s only because I don’t feel safe in my dorm” you admitted. Almost instantly your professor’s mood switched, “What do you mean you don’t feel safe? Is somebody bothering you?” she asked with a slightly frown of worry.

“My roommate makes it hard…they always have somebody, you know, special over or they’re always having parties”

Natasha nodded, “right, so they are being inconsiderate. Can you stay with a friend or speak to administration to get a changed room?”

“Sometimes I stay with a friend, but I feel that I bother them, so I just wander around campus until that somebody leaves the dorm. Usually by then it’s super late and I’m lucky if I can get 2 hours of sleep” your eyes dropped to your feet, “and…I find that your voice and scent put me a ease and I feel safe in here” you added softly in hopes it wouldn’t concern your professor in an inappropriate matter.

“That explains things” Natasha sighed.

“You knew?” your eyes slowly travelled back to hers.

“Of course, I knew you were struggling with something. I could strongly smell somebody else’s scent on you” she explained in an almost irritated tone. “I borrow my friends hoodie when I stay with them plus it helps when she goes out, keeps people from coming into the dorm” you replied as your tired eyes looked at your professor.

“Well, that is nice of them. Go get some sleep, tomorrow you we have a rest and I can’t have you falling asleep again. Do you understand?” Natasha spoke firmly as she picked up her pen. You nodded, “Yes Miss Romanoff, thank you for understanding” you smiled softly at her before turning on your heels to leave the room.

“Oh, Y/n” Natasha stopped you, “Tuesdays during lunch, I have it here alone, if you want that extra help” she added without looking up from the pile of papers. You just nodded lightly and began to make your way back to your dorm.

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Everything was going well as you worked on homework and caught up on somethings for Natasha’s class before you roommate announced that they were holding yet another party and asked you to either join them or pack up your things. You sighed heavily as you knew there would be no point in fighting them to have one night without a party or a special guest over, so you packed up your homework and stored it away where it wouldn’t get ruined by party goers and excused yourself from the dorm.

To pass time, you wandered the halls of the campus, even doing a block or two around the building outside before returning inside only to see the party was still going a little after midnight. All you wanted was to sleep in your bed, snuggly into your blankets and do as your professor asked but even your friend wasn’t in tonight for you to crash on their sofa, so, the only thing you could do was wander until the party came to a stop.

“Y/n! What are you doing out here so late?! Did I not tell you that I wanted you to get some rest before tomorrow’s test?!” Natasha’s stern voice made you freeze in your tracks, slowly turning to face her as she walked up to you with a frustrated look. “I’m sorry, my roommate is having another party and my friend isn’t in her dorm, so I was just passing time” you explained with lowered eyes.

“This is ridiculous!” the red head crossed her arms over her chest, “you really need to start learning how to stand up for yourself. I guess you can stay in my guest room tonight, follow me” she added with a disappointed shake of her head. As much as you felt bad for upsetting your professor once more, you need sleep and whatever she had to offer, you took.

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“Here, you can stay in this room until we get you sorted with a new roommate” your professor opened the door to her guest room. The bed was neatly made, the room was much bigger than the dorm you barely stayed in. “Thank you Miss Romanoff, I promise to get a new dorm as quickly as possible, I don’t want to be a bother” you turned slightly to her.

“Don’t be silly, you’re not a bother. I hate to say it so brazenly but you’re too much of a walking risk sweetheart. I’d rather you stay somewhere safe for the night” she replied. At first the pet name caught you off guard, did she mean to say that? You smiled softly at her once more, unsure what to even say. “Get some sleep, I’ll see you in the morning” she spoke before you could even say whatever came to your tired mind.

“Thank you again, Miss Romanoff. Goodnight” you replied as the professor smiled back, “goodnight, Y/n” she closed the door after her, letting you have some privacy.

You didn’t care that the room had an ensuite bathroom or how neat and tidy she kept it, not a speck of dust was found on any surface tops but one thing you did notice was the grey hoodie sat folded on top of the dresser. It was covered in her scent which made you feel safe and even more tired as your eyes fell heavy. You weren’t sure if Natasha meant to leave the hoodie there or if it was just a mistake, either way you didn’t think she’d mind if you wore it just for one night.

By morning, you were greeted with a warm smile from Natasha, “Good morning honey, did you sleep well?” she asked, you nodded. “I did, thank you again so much for that” you smiled softly. “I’m glad, I guess you found the hoodie on the dresser” the professor raised a brow.

“Oh, uhm, I’m sorry…I didn’t want to wear these to bed so I thought it would be okay, I promise it won’t happen again” you replied in a stutter. Natasha chuckled, “well, you best return to your dorm and get ready for your first lecture. That room is yours if you want it. I know most dorms are full and it might take months before we are able to get you a new one”

You looked at her for a moment before nodding, “I’d like that very much, thank you” you said.

“Very well then. I’ll see you at the end of the day” Natasha smiled before waving you off.

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Your professor didn’t do a great job at hiding the harsh glares she threw at some of the party goers in your class, in fact you found it sweet. Every now and then you caught her looking at you with soft eyes that made you feel instantly protected but you didn’t dare to look at her for a second too long before you focused back on your test. Natasha remembered how you said her voice and scent was enough to lure you to sleep and while she couldn’t do much about her scent, she did her best to speak as little during today’s class.

As weeks end on, you found yourself spending more time with your professor than usual. At night you would sometimes ask if she could sit with you and talk until you fell asleep which she didn’t mind doing and soon found herself giving you head rubs while you slept. She knew it was wrong getting so close to a student of hers, but she couldn’t help herself, she liked making sure you were safe and protected, she liked knowing it was her hoodie that you slept in every night, and she loved knowing it was her scent all over you.

It would be a lie to say you weren’t catching feelings for your professor, it was hard not too when she was so caring of you. In class you were her student, and you were treat no differently than the others but back at her place? She left a few pet names slip and always made sure you were okay.

One Sunday night after a long and tiring weekend, you asked Natasha to talk to you again until you feel asleep but asked if she’d let you snuggle against her. At first, she seemed hesitant with the request but agreed and mentioned she’d just read you the book she’d started earlier in the day. Anything to hear her voice to put you to sleep was fine by you. Natasha read for what felt like hours, both of you getting drowsy as the clock ticked on later and later. She didn’t want to move from your side while one hand rested on your head as she gently gave you head rubs and her other hand keeping her book open in front of her.

Without thinking you slowly sat up and looked at her for a moment. “Lay back down darling, it’s late” she spoke as her tired eyes side eyed the pillow your head once rested. “I know” you mumbled without thinking as you lend forward and placed a soft kiss on your professors forehead, “I don’t want you to leave…I know you’ll go to your own bed when I’m asleep but I –“

“I’ll stay” she interrupted without a second thought. A smile tugged at your lips lightly as you laid back down and snuggled into her side, “thank you” you spoke softly as your eyes began to flutter. Natasha knew then that she was in too deep for her own good, she closed her book and wrapped her arms around you gently. “Goodnight, sweetheart” she whispered before allowing herself to fall asleep.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #fanfiction #marvel #black widow

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pvj-karkalicious · 10 months

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Project Sekai Vocaloid sleeping headcanons— because where do they sleep in sekai? (Extremely self-indulgent)

Leo/Need

They either sleep in the “nurses office” (cause it’s a school) or find some mats and blankets in the closet and sleep on those.

Miku tends to fall asleep at a desk due to practicing and composing alot.

If Luka were to find her sleeping at a desk, she would put her jacket on her so she won’t get cold (Can they get sick?)

Sometimes MeiLuka would sleep on Kaito’s shoulder as he’s playing his bass. He would get flustered but give in and sleep with them. They would all wake up quite sore the next day (I love KaiMeiLuka)

If someone can’t sleep, they might go and practice quietly. Rin sometimes accidentally plays too loud which ends up waking up a few others (especially Len)

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They all have their separate rooms back stage.

Before the others appeared in sekai, Rin and Miku would practice alot and sometimes sleep in each other’s rooms.

Rin practices a lot and might fall asleep on stage. Kaito, being the responsible manager (and brother) he is, would carry her to her room to her bed.

(Someone give me something KaiMeiLuka related for this one)

Vivid Bad Squad

They all have apartments

The ones who have apartments alone are Miku and Meiko

The ones who share are KaiLuka and the Kagamine twins.

KaiLuka live in a two bedroom apartment so they both have separate rooms but also sleep together sometimes.

Occasionally they might invite Meiko over and they all cuddle together.

The twins live in a one bedroom apartment and sometimes fight about their sides of the bedroom.

When Rin and Len have a big fight, Rin would sleep in Miku or Meiko’s apartment.

She would go to KeiLuka’s but doesn’t like how lovey dovey they can get.

Sometimes Luka would camp outside since she would explore the sekai alot.

Wonderland x Showtime

They all live in separate areas of the themepark, all backstage.

Miku and Kaito used to room together before the others came along.

Miku is a very noisy and energetic kitty so she sometimes makes Kaito stay up too late. That is why they don’t room together anymore.

If Miku doesn’t want to sleep alone, she would go to the twins and sleep with them.

Luka would sleep anywhere, but also wherever Meiko’s lap is.

MeiLuka says that Kaito works too much and insist that he sleeps too. They all cuddle on one huge bed :)

Nightcord at 25:00

What is sleep?

Sometimes they only sleep if they’re especially bored.

After Mizuki gave them a clock and some futons, they try to sleep a “normal” schedule (whatever’s normal for n25)

Len sometimes sleeps on Miku’s lap and Rin would get a bit jealous. Now they both sleep on Miku’s lap.

Luka would sometimes cuddle up with KaiMei. Meiko stays quiet and cuddles closer while Kaito would complain but not attempt to push her away.

Feel free to give me more headcanons :)

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sharpth1ng · 1 year

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Some of my Hcs about Hank & Debbie Loomis since y’all are curious.

Hank comes from a fairly wealthy family and was in his rebellious phase when he met Debbie, who was a bit younger than him.

They definitely had a good time together, but then Debbie accidentally got pregnant and the relationship sort of escalated faster than it would have otherwise, with Hanks parents giving him an ultimatum and saying they would either cut him off or he would have to straighten out and marry Debbie. So he does, gets married, becomes a corporate lawyer and kind of hates his life.

He’s become someone he wouldn’t have liked in his 20s and he resents himself for that, but like father like son he has a tendency to project. So he decides it’s Debbie and Billy’s fault. His isn’t physically abusive because he thinks he’s more civilized (yeah he’s an asshole) than that, but he’s extremely critical and passive aggressive, and otherwise he’s just not there.

He mostly lets Debbie raise Billy on her own- she was maybe 19 or 20 when she got pregnant so she didn’t have an established career and became a stay at home mom (nothing wrong with being a stay at home but I don’t know if she would have made that choice otherwise). At best Hank isn’t really interested in Billy, at worse he actively resents him for taking his life down the path he’s on.

Hank is also extremely concerned with appearances, both because he’s a lawyer and because he’s an asshole. He likes to find reasons to criticize Debbie and Billy for stepping out of line or making him look bad, something that’s definitely been directed at Billy’s queerness and autistic traits, although not in a direct way.

He’s not calling Billy slurs, he’s just saying things like “Spending an awful lot of time around that Macher boy aren’t you? At your age I was more focused on my girlfriend”. He also craps on him for his interest in horror and sees it as a juvenile interest that Billy needs to outgrow. And he was definitely very resistant to any idea of transition although Debbie overrode him on that. Now that Billy passes and is read as a man he’s switched to policing his masculinity so he isn’t found out .

By the time he starts sleeping with Maureen Prescott he sees his own marriage as a joke even though Debbie is still trying. She’s in a double bind, feeling both financially dependent and also having the old school “stay together for the kids mentality”. She’s really trying to make it work between her and Hank, so when she finds out that he’s not only not trying, but he’s cheating? With their’s son’s girlfriends mom?

She can’t do it anymore, and she can’t take Billy with her, she doesn’t even know where she’s going and she doesn’t want to mess up his education and the social connections he’s managed to build. She feels aweful leaving him but she’s thinking he’s strong and he can do it without her, because she thinks he basically is perfect. She doesn’t want him to get hung up on her, she thinks it will be easier for Billy if he can be mad at her instead of his dad so she doesn’t leave a note, she just leaves and cuts off contact.

I think with Debbie gone and Hanks infidelity out in the open Hank does actually recognize that he did something messed up to his son, but he’s neither equipped nor willing to really make a change, so he mostly just ignores him and gives him money. He figures he’s pretty much too late, and it’s all he can do to feed his guilty conscience.

#hank loomis #Billy loomis #Debbie loomis #debaser fanfic #scream headcanons

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spicyicymeloncat · 2 years

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Okay I haven’t posted in a while so have a ginormous Ninjago sleep headcanon post that I started writing months ago lol

(I originally wrote this in the notes app so apologies if it’s formatted awfully)

- Wu has all their ninja outfits commissioned and actually commissioned their pyjamas as well as a house warming gift at the bounty in s1 as most of their clothes were burnt with the monastery

- Nindroid can dream depending on their programming but it’s usually when they’ve left some programs on before powering down. They can prevent dreaming by properly closing programs before sleep.

- Zane

- Zane is little worse at doing this than Pixal because 1) he still spent a portion of his life not knowing he was a robot 2) he downloads lots of movies and documentaries which he’ll leave running 3) he usually stays up late training/learning and will accidentally fall asleep and leave these programs running

- He’ll have the weirdest dreams because of it. Like he will find himself as the main character of the movie he last downloaded, in the midst of a crime scene, a rainforest or within his memories. At this point, there’s a 50% chance he’ll remember he’s dreaming and will just go along with it, and sometimes he’ll completely believe the dream

- When he does this he’ll probably wake up tired

- He has an internal timer that wakes up at the same time everyday, so he’s usually up consistently. If he was dreaming, it takes him a second to just stare into space and remember where he is

- His prophetic dream ability is probably inherited from the former ice elemental alongside the powers and it takes the form of a hidden program zane can’t access. It’ll usually block Zane’s wake up alarm so the only time Zane will sleep in is when he gets a prophetic dream. If Zane isn’t up then he’s almost impossible to wake, and the other Ninja will make bets on what he dreamt about

- Zane sleeps like a brick either way, and can’t be woken up by the other ninja unless he senses some form of danger which in that case he’s fully alert

- Zane reads books before bed

- Zane in s1 didn’t really know about him being a robot so he would just wake up at random times in the night (to eat deli meat)

- When Zane found out he was a robot he somehow convinced himself that he didn’t dream because he had a weird preconceived notion of what robots were (explaining that one scene in s2)

- Zane likes to sleep like humans do so he charges a power bank in the day and uses it at night (he doesn’t have to use this often though, as long as he sits still he can slowly regain energy, and he can also burn food as fuel, which is why he ate out the fridge at night in s1)

- Pixal

- She wasn’t able to dream in her old body because she was connected to an online power source and didn’t need sleep but in her new body she needs to charge and as a result can dream

- She does not experience dreaming often because she takes care of herself and closes unused programs

- However not in s9, s11 etc because she would accidentally leave videos of her loved ones on (Zane and Cyrus) because she misses them

- She goes to bed and wakes up at the exact same time every night and day

- She couldn’t sleep inside Zane’s head but she would try to close any of his unused programs. She wasn’t too enthusiastic to watch Zane struggle through a documentary about the life cycle of worms

- Pixal sleeps in her samurai armour. She also sleeps/powers down standing. She went to a bed in s11 because she felt like she would fall over in the night if she thought about Zane disappearing

- Sometimes Pixal does night shifts as samurai x.

- Wu got her matching pyjamas. She does not wear them

- When she gets home she might find people sleeping in random places (Zane) and just picks them up and carries them to their rooms

- Kai

- Didn’t like sleep. In seasons 1-4 he’d sleep late due to training and wake up early for the same reason

- When his parents left they left in the middle of the night. Kai was 4 years old and woke up in pitch darkness only to find that no one was home. He stayed up til the morning. In the present he’s still a little worried that he’ll one day wake up and everyone would leave him, although he’s gotten better

- His solution was to just never sleep, and instead train so he could be better to protect his family. (I mean we can see this in the pilot when he was still awake on his first night at the monastery and when he woke to find Nya)

- Everyone else kept trying to make him sleep more, Wu telling him he’d need his strength, Cole and Jay telling that him training and talking to himself at 1am was annoying

- It was only when Lloyd joined and had repetitive nightmares about the serpentine, pythor and his father that Kai started to work towards a healthier sleep schedule

- Kai, due to being the lightest sleeper on the team, would wake up and go to Lloyd’s room to begrudgingly calm him down, to which Lloyd would ask him not to leave, and Kai would fall asleep on a chair or on the floor next to Lloyd’s bed

- Kai had much more of a healthy sleep schedule since s4 when the team reunited, learning the glory of sleeping in.

- Despite being a light sleeper, Kai is one of the groggier on the team, practically living off of coffee (which they hide from Wu lol). A real nightmare in mornings, so it’s a good thing he takes so long fixing his hair and washing, so he can shake off his tiredness

- Nya

- is a lot like Kai in that she sleeps late

- She used to sneak out at night to work on her mechs and still does when she’s building

- However she’s always trying to sleep in and is another regular caffeine drinker

- She and Kai don’t really dream

- One of her least favourite things about becoming a ninja was Wu forcing her to wear the matching pyjamas and everyone else encouraging this/hj

- She doesn’t have as long as a morning routine as Kai, she just goes straight into work grumpy af

- Sometimes when she’s worried or stressed she’ll have trouble sleeping and just get up and work on something she’s making

- That’s how she got through the group splitting in s4, by working on the bounty

- She hates sleeping alone and when she was little she would sneak into Kai’s bedroom and curl up next to him

- However as they grew into teens, her desire to be more independent, she tried to steer away and jumped at the chance of getting her own room in the bounty

- She only started to be more vulnerable after s6 and s7, sometimes sneaking into Jay’s or Kai’s or really any of the other older ninja/Pixal to cuddle

- She falls asleep really quick when she’s calm

- Jay

- Jay also sneaks into Nya’s room to cuddle

- Jay has a tier list of who’s the best person to sleep on top of (Jay will dive into someone’s lap and lie there like a cat)

- Nya is at top because she has to be (secretly she’s second to Cole because he’s incredibly cuddly and chill but we let Nya dream, anyways she’s also very cuddly)

- Then it’s Zane because he’s gentle and will adjust himself, however you’d have to bring a cushion because he is made of metal

- Lloyd and Kai tie because they move around a lot and generally feel a bit awkward

- Jay has tried to sleep on Pixal but she stood up and he fell on the floor. She didn’t even say sorry (fair)

- Jay will always tell people about his dreams. Unless he dreams about s6 because he’s repressing those memories

- The main side effect of travelling through a lost timeline is that he’ll have very vivid dreams of specifically that timeline, both of events he lived through and events that would have happened

- Sometimes he’ll have nightmares about injuring his eye and he’ll wake up and momentarily be blind in one eye, although it’s just his tired mind.

- It’s like a phantom reality

- Nya also experiences this

- Jay still sleeps with mr cuddlywumps because yes

- Remember in one of the s1 shorts when he was cuddling the nunchucks of lightening? It’s canon he has to sleep holding something

- On top of wu’s pyjamas, Jay’s parents make him pyjamas and then they made pyjamas for the other ninja. (Pixal wears the top overtop of her suit)

- Jay goes to bed early because he’s tired of everything (see s7 ep 1). He also gets up and a normal ish time

- He’s what they call a morning person, an early jay gets the worm

- He also is much better at snapping out of his sleepiness. He gets cranky late at night tho (so when Kai insists on training at home midnight he’ll throw the nearest object at him)

- Cole

- Cole used to be the least touchy person on the team, trying to maintain the stoic stony image, especially after Lilly’s death, but as he spent more time with the ninja, he became the most kinetic. He and Jay are probably the most touchy people of the group now so that’s why (secretly) he’s top of Jay’s cuddle list

- Tbh he’s the top of everyone’s cuddle list

- And he very much enjoys it since after he became not a ghost because he missed having physicality, and it reminded him he wasn’t forgotten

- Sleep feels very different as a ghost, it’s cold as if the wind cuts right through you, and because most of being a ghost is people’s soul, ghosts tend to disappear when they sleep. Also ghosts don’t need sleep so generally it’s a negative experience. Cole spent a few lonely nights staying awake and was terrified of falling asleep in fear of disappearing for real

- After becoming physical again he collapsed for some much needed rest

- Cole usually goes to bed at a normal time but he’s not too consistent

- And he more often than not lays in

- If he has a bad night or gets woken up he will be incredibly grumpy for a good portion of the day (see s11)

- Cole dreams the usual amount nothing remarkable. He’ll usually get confused by them

- On a long day he will lie down where ever and just pass out. Again he’s cuddle material

- Sometimes however others will be much more sleepier and so he stays up to make sure they get to bed. Like Pixal he’ll carry them to their rooms before passing out on the last one’s bed

- Cole’s mother, when she was well, used to tell him bedtime stories of her adventures. This inadvertently caused his fear of dragons as she told him the story of grief bringer (although it was told from her perspective and differently so that he didn’t remember it in s13)

- Cole doesn’t really like sleeping alone because if reminded him of the times he left both his father after his mother died, and the ninja when Zane died, so when they got they’re own rooms at the monastery he had manage to chat with someone else in someone else’s room before falling asleep there

- Eventually he started sleeping in his own room after he started feeling comfortable

- He still leaves his door open which annoys Jay and Kai greatly because he snores. Nya, Zane and Lloyd find it calming though

- Lloyd

- Poor Lloyd. He’s lived through so much nightmare fuel where to even begin

- When he was left at darkley’s he’d have dreams of his parents abandoning him. He’s wake up and sometimes he thought he saw the shadow of his father

- He was also bullied for not being able to sleep

- Then when he ran away he had to sleep outside in the cold

- When he joined the ninja he’d dream about pythor every night. Sometimes Wu would wake up to comfort him, but Kai was more likely (because Kai didn’t sleep)

- Kai once made a sarcastic comment about Lloyd’s nightmares before back pedalling hard because Lloyd started tearing up

- Wu used to read him bed time stories in s1

- In s2 Lloyd read a chapter of his comic books before bed

- The nightmares of Garmadon leaving him restarted after s1

- Lloyd continued to have dreams of the final battle long after it happened.

- Lloyd dreams about Zane’s death, Garmadon’s death and everyone else somehow dying as well as Morro I’m sorry

- I think it’s cuz Lloyd’s mind is very hyperactive (also he has so much nightmare fuel)

- Lloyd has trouble getting to sleep, but it’s a bit better if someone’s there with him.

- S7 Lloyd training to be a master, stayed up late worrying too much, and since everyone else was a little preoccupied with their own thing he didn’t want to disturb them

- Lloyd isn’t a very touchy person especially since s5. He probably would like to cuddle with others but his need to maintain the image of the strong green ninja always stopped him. Also he was kinda afraid of touching Cole when he was a ghost and he felt bad

- To accommodate for this the ninja would rope him into group hugs or just chilling together in the sitting room. That’s how Lloyd falls asleep the best

- Lloyd would stay up really late and sometimes fall asleep on missions if he’s had a bad night. They just take him home

- The ninja would usually nag him to sleep more and whenever Kai does it Lloyd just goes “the hypocrisy”

- Lloyd still struggles with sleep but he’s more used to it since s11

- Since s10 sometimes he has weird floaty dreams about the fsm but they don’t make sense

- The ninja and wu all had ways of helping Lloyd sleep during s2: Kai would always wake in the night to check on him, Zane would heat milk when he’s had a bad day, Jay tried sewing a plush (cuz that helped Jay sleep so maybe Lloyd might also find it helpful, Cole and Wu would tell bed time stories (Cole’s stories are a little intense so Wu usually ushers him out), however Cole cheers him up in the mornings when Lloyd has nightmares, Nya also made Lloyd nightlights and room decorations

- Sometimes after recovering from a season finale, the group for various reasons find it hard to sleep so they throw a slumber party (that Wu allows as a treat).

- It involves snack, movies and so many blankets

- Arguably the best way to fall asleep

#ughh i don’t wanna tag all this #Ninjago #Lego Ninjago #Ninjago Zane #Ninjago Pixal #Ninjago kai #Ninjago nya #Ninjago jay #Ninjago cole #Ninjago Lloyd #Ninjago hc #ninjago headcanons

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handmeyourheart · 2 years

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Headcanons

A couple of general angsty headcanons!

Characters: MK, Mei, Red Son, Tang, Pigsy, Sandy, Sun Wukong and Macaque!

Because I’m quintessentially evil and I wonder what kind of small behaviours they’d all have.

Warnings: Very Spoilerish!! I don’t recommend reading if you haven’t watched season 3, it may contain slight spoilers. Actually scratch that it definitely contains spoilers DONT read if you don’t want them.

Notes: Some may be a little ooc, but I try to stay true to them as a whole! It’s angsty headcanons, so they’re a little exaggerated on the scale I would actually use them for, but I tried to keep it pretty tame. Not all of these are headcanons that I will use when writing in future posts btw, some for sure maybe but others are definitely just angst for the sake of being angst.

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MK / Qi Xiaotan!

* I feel that as expressive as Mk usually is, the pressure he inwardly, albeit unconsciously places on himself is insurmountable, and after a certain point on their journey he starts bottling up a couple more of his conventionally minor concerns. He doesn’t want to feel too bothersome, more-so than what he’s already convinced himself he is to others.

* Sleep deprived. MK feels like the one who would constantly push himself, despite the better judgement and protest of his body and it’s need for rest he’d continue training long into the night, like he has to be good enough because he’s Monkey Kings successor. From what used to be an early to bed, late to rising— to a late to bed, late to rising. He likely wouldn’t get much sleep, his sleeping in often disturbed by others or his work.

* Seeks approval. Perhaps on a lesser scale to someone like RedSon, I feel like MK generally wishes that others would look up to him as a hero, and really spares no effort in that regard. That same inner need for approval is what causes him to exert himself more than he should for others, it’s something already seen when he lost a ton of hair making clones in order to satisfy his friends needs, if to a lesser extent.

* Abandonment issues. We know that MK has to bite his tongue when complaining about his mentors absence despite the critical time for key growth, but I think the truth lies behind a bit more than that. We know he’s in this orphan limbo where Pigsy and Wukong take it upon themselves to act like his dads because he’s seen to live at the noodle shop and that’s soft and sweet, but knowing he was either abandoned or his parents died must still be a big issue for him as he likely believes the former. He’s largely a super social kid, and his friends mean a lot to him, so having them leave (like Mei), to go off on their own must be excruciating behind his supportive and encouraging nature. He wants them happy more than anything, even if that means they have to leave for a while.

* I feel like to combat these frequent inner anxieties, MK developed a nervous habit of picking at his fingers until the skin around his nails get peeled off. By no means does it hurt him, I just think he would fidget with his hands when put on the spot.

Mei / Long XiaoJiao!

* If we are going to talk about Mei angst, I think above all we should talk about the Samaudi fire rings event. Practically most of her angstier headcanons could stem from it, so I think it’s the most crucial to mention. Firstly it’s massively traumatic, and is likely to leave large impressions on her, physically and mentally as from what we’ve seen, it hurts to wield all that power. It would have definitely altered her emotional wellbeing as well, the idea of accidentally hurting your friends when you can’t control shit must be so depriving, especially for someone like Mei who is so used to constantly being around her friends to a certain degree. She loves the gang, dearly, being unable to reach out to them like before must make her incredibly fearful of what she could do, even unintentionally to them. She’s always been strong, but this is way more than she can handle. She’s not really someone that ever seems vulnerable, but the damage it might cause her physical body and mental fortitude can’t really be overlooked.

* Truly empathetic. Mei is someone who stands up for others despite the risk involved, no matter if they’re a villain or a hero, she’s really outspoken. And while that doesn’t sound particularly angsty I feel like she weighs others concerns in a higher priority of her own too frequently, enough to maybe doubt when it’s okay for her to also require comfort or counsel. Especially as she has to go through more traumatic things, it gets more necessary to have someone to talk to, but she doesn’t want to burden anyone with that kind of responsibility.

* I feel like Mei would have a lot of scars, not any major or life threatening ones, but quite a large amount of just smaller or medium-sized scars. She wouldn’t exactly be insecure about them but they are a bit of reminder to her of what she could’ve done right or done better.

* Former-ish approval issues. I think all of the traffic-light trio deal with this in varying degrees of severity and in various ways depending on who they’re seeking approval from. Similarly to Red Son, her need to be accepted is family oriented: Even though at large she’s already proven herself worthy through using the sword, I feel like there lies a certain degree of doubt deep down if she truly is. Has she really been using it for good? Does she deserve to wield it if she uses it pretty recklessly despite her good intent? I think she would wonder if she’s been selfish with the way the sword is used, as it is an item to protect her family and those she holds dear. She would also likely worry that others would judge her for the way she’d used it, especially if it were her ancestors. Kind of like, ‘She can wield that super special heirloom not even we could and this is what she used it for? Unbelievable.’ type of beat. That’s among one of her greatest insecurities her family could pick apart.

Red Son / Hong Hai’er!

* Need for approval. Out of everyone, I feel like we’re all aware of how desperate Red Son is for gratification, it’s frequently seen from the pilot to season 2. A lot of that may be a bit of a trauma response from not having his dad present for the majority of his really impactful, crucial development years, so he desperately seeks his dads approval from the moment he returns. I think it’s less about ego, (though he has a lot of it), and more about an inner need for affection. From what we know or infer from the show, his parents do love him, actually to a large degree— but they don’t explicitly show it to Red Son in a way that he hopes for. Words of affirmation are strongly important to Red Son because he never received any congratulations for his efforts and achievements and he goes out of his way to spend quality time with his dad even if it means running a small spicy noodle place with him for a bit despite it not being the most enjoyable for his dad. He just really wants to know that he’s loved now because they weren’t always super present before.

* Self-esteem issues. An issue largely rooted in that same need for approval would be proficient self esteem issues, if he’s not properly fulfilling his tasks and assignments to the highest degree— he’s not doing it properly. If he’s not receiving instant gratification for his actions and praise for those said achievements, it’s not enough. This implication that if he’s not constantly succeeding has left lasting impressions on his esteem, he cannot stand the feeling of failure despite how constant it seems to occur. Each minor infraction is another late night as he stays up to correct his mistakes or work on his next great invention because if this one too doesn’t work, when is he going to believe he’s doing well? Are all of his inventions bad? It’s not their fault— he calibrated them all correctly, does the fault lie in him, the creator?

* Maybe a bit too much of a perfectionist. Though mentioned briefly before, Red Son would be a perfectionist by habit, if his inventions aren’t working it’s his own fault, the missions he fails are his own fault, so he works to no end to assure that success rates are any higher than possible— sparing no expense. This behaviour often leaves him sacrificing his own rest time, but unlike MK he was an early to bed, early to rising, and now a late to bed early to rising, cutting largely into his schedule because he expectantly wakes at the same time. When he sleeps however is often changed because of his late night escapades for materials and time he dedicates toward studying and researching new and innovative ways to improve. Often times this means he can go days without proper sleep, though he consistently hides that fact and avoids questions despite concerns being brought up to him about it.

* Very little emotional control. Though calm on the surface, he has only a little filtering or processing of heavy or extensive emotions. It can often be difficult to regulate and he can generally be rather sensitive and temperamental, which helps recognise his sleep deprivation. I also feel like he struggles with complex emotions from a lack of proper social interaction.

Tang / Tang Shifu!

* Low self-esteem issues. Though something that seems like a pretty common theme between all of them, it is a genuine issue because there isn’t much communication between characters to help resolve each others issues. Despite his philosophical and somewhat outspoken demeanour, we can see that Tang struggles with the idea that he doesn’t have value in comparison to others on the team, often mulled over in favour of someone who can do something practical with their skills or powers: of which, Tang didn’t have for the majority of the earlier seasons and up to 3. It’s hard to feel important among the special and unique, where you don’t stand out and are considered lacking in association with those who just seem to be on a foreign, distant level to you which you can’t even hope to achieve even a sliver of what they can. That’s how Tang feels on the regular, and on the off chance he does try to prove himself— it leads to dangerous and precarious situations he might even need to be rescued from. His only importance was that of knowing the history of the Monkey King with his detailed books, and it became obsolete when MK became more accustomed to his powers and Wukong was present to just inform them of the experience with genuine recollection.

* Again, I feel like Tang is just someone who’s constantly talked over among even his friends, but feels as though he can’t even make a complaint toward them due to his low self esteem— as though, because he’s useless he shouldn’t have an opinion and shouldn’t express often as if he should know his place and that because he’s valueless it isn’t his place to say anything or have any input. Though that’s just his own belief on the matter, it’s something he would just hold in, an unspoken inner worry even if the others express their concerns.

* He might be a bit of a sloth. Not in the way he is exactly lazy, I just feel like Tang is a character who doesn’t have the same motivation to get out of bed everyday like most others seen in the show. It’s more that it’s difficult to encourage him to do anything because he’s too consumed in the idea that everyone might hate or leave him because he doesn’t have the most practical utility and he might mess it all up for everyone. He would just be lethargic, like his body is coated in cement from the build up of negative insecurity, heavy and difficult to resist against no matter what he does, like swimming through quicksand. It’s a tedious concept to explain, but if you know the feeling, then you should be able to relate and understand this concept.

* It might just be my own personal HC, but I think Tang is the kind of a character who seems to have grown up a little too fast in his developmental years, resulting in a rather childish personality to emerge in response. A lot of Tangs past is quite the mystery, and we aren’t lead to believe anything other than him being the reincarnation of a certain monk as he starts discovering some of his own powers. He seems like his social needs were a bit neglected, so his only friends are limited to the group: him and his habit of taking free food largely revolving around the idea that it’s the only way to maintain his friendship with Pigsy outside the idea that they’ve known each other for a long time. Tang doesn’t want to be just another face in the crowd especially towards his friends. He just seems like the type to use his imagination to make friends, trying to be super social to make up for some attention he lacked from parents— if he actually has any.

Pigsy / Zhu Dachu!

* Scarred hands. As a chef, Pigsy’s hands are his pride and joy and his bare, most essential tool in the art of culinary. As much as he is a true professional, accidents occur frequently when you’ve got kids interrupting your time in the kitchen with their shenanigans every so often, it’s nearly unavoidable to have a couple slip-ups. Plus years of the art must have a lot of learning through experience, it’s inevitable to have them pretty roughed up no matter how light of an activity cooking is. Only those who’ve beaten dough into shape like a sergeant in the military for twenty years can dare to explicitly say otherwise. But it’s his passion, can’t get enough of it. The scars vary in size and shape, some are more faded and some more recent. His hands are weathered with experience but I don’t believe that’s necessarily a bad thing.

* Extended headcanon of above if you’re like me and enjoy the idea of causing characters you love grief and heartbreak— What if eventually he loses the ability to use his hands in order to cook? The heartbreak of losing what you’re most passionate about in the world ever? I think he would be utterly distraught, especially with how sentimental it has been for him and it being his entire career— he would be devastated to never use his hands to make something again. It’d be like tearing away his greatest talent, a husk of who he formerly was. But I don’t think it would really stop him, instead he’d live his passion through others— encouraging MK or Mei to try out his recipes, regardless of how inedible it might turn out, the point is that his passion for cooking wouldn’t rest even if you took away his ability to.

* He’s definitely a bit jealous of the new father figure MK has adopted, very easily and without much convincing mind you. He’s maybe a little bit worried MK doesn’t really consider him on the same level as Wukong even though he’d been the one to practically raise him thus far. It’s only a natural reaction, but I’m sure he’d involve a certain level of guilt knowing that it isn’t his choice on who MK wants to see as a father figure and he shouldn’t pressure him about it. He just feels that his position of his acting dad might be threatened by Wukong despite repeated reassurances. He’s aware that having such a disciple and master relationship is like a dream to MK but there’s an underlying fear that he can’t be considered on the same tier as the kids idol he’s had since childhood and that it might develop beyond that as they grow closer, casting Pigsy into the shadows. He just can’t convey that jealousy to MK because he’s uncertain it’ll make him seem immature and uncool.

Sandy / Sha Dali!

I apologise if Sandy’s one is super short I’m still unsure of how to go about writing him for the most part so I’m working my way towards it. I’m aware it isn’t super angsty but how could you ever make the big guy sad.

* Okay so my favourite headcanon for Sandy is that Mo, his cat, is actually an emotional support cat!! When he decided he wasn’t going to be super angry about things anymore and wanted to end his old ways of constantly fighting, I like to imagine that he went through several methods in order to find something that could soothe him. Getting Mo was among one of his last attempts and honestly he fell for the little guy instantly and now he’s coping with his emotions in a much healthier way. Sure, he might still have some difficulty with a fluctuating temper, but overtime he’s come to terms with the fact that it’s okay to be angry, and he’s working around making a positive environment that can let him feel things and still be alright and remain rational. He knows that his feelings are natural and he’s on his way to becoming fully in tune with them how he wants to be on his own terms. I think at some point he would’ve actually dyed Mo’s fur (though I don’t doubt it isn’t natural with lego physics) and styled him to match his owner so they could stay more connected and would be able to recognise him if he was ever lost. He’s really turned over a new leaf and Mo has very much become part of Sandy’s little family.

Sun Wukong / Monkey king!

* Alright, I think it’s time we got around to unpacking a couple of things from this jar of monkeys. Wukong has a massive guilty conscience over some of the shitty things he’s done. I don’t necessarily think he’s a bad person, truly I love the character but let’s genuinely consider some things for this particular section under a neutral perspective. We all know of his massive ego, and I think because of it specifically is why this is a guilty conscience issue and not a ‘I feel like I messed up, I really regret it and I should go apologise for it,’ issue. Wukong does not act mature despite his many years of living, (as much as I write that he does xx), he has largely made many mistakes and many of which he has come to overlook and regret as bad, yet he’s not taken any action to fix things. He is aware that he hadn’t been a good mentor to MK, though he is now actively taking the steps to amend his faults, he doesn’t want to acknowledge that his absence left lasting impressions, MK explicitly reminds him by asking why he isn’t trusted. He doesn’t really want to acknowledge his own faults as a mentor. This can again be seen via the fact he’s aware that he hadn’t been a good friend to Macaque either, yet instead doesn’t even reach out to him in an attempt to to make things right between them. Instead, he selfishly just considers him an enemy, knowing that he’d hurt Macaque by abandoning and casting aside their friendship the way he did.

* Unspoken trust issues. Sun Wukong likely has his own reasons behind why he kept things to himself despite knowing how it effected members of the group— mainly being that he genuinely believed he could take it all on by himself and he would figure out what to do later as it happens, as unorganised and improbable the likelihood had been— he was willingly sacrificial. And as much as one would consider MK and Macaque to be the ones with trust issues, Wukong was often tricked and lead around by the nose frequently in his mythology, and knowing that his story is technically canonic in the lego monkie kid lore means that he had to experience those things often.

* Underlying need to be considered high and mighty. Much like the kids, deep down Wukong just wants the same gratification as they do— with them as his opportunity to change for the better, he seeks out that approval for good, seemingly wanting to shed at least some of his negatively viewed trickster titles in order to pursue a better path with their help. I feel like he needs to be reminded and assured that he’s doing a good job and that it takes time for people to change their minds. He doesn’t want to be viewed negatively, just viewed as an equal to others on the most part, and not just some immortal demon monkey.

Macaque / Liu’er Mihou!

* Has frequent night terrors. If you’ve seen another post of mine then you’ll know I personally Hc Macaque to have frequent haunting dreams that plague him throughout the night, greatly inhibiting his sleep schedule and causing some great signs of sleep deprivation on the days this occurs. A lot of it is just memories of what Lady Bone Demon has done to him, or what she could do to him if he isn’t careful and others are just traumatic scenes that have greatly impacted him at some point. He often winds up lethargic and fatigued on the days where the severity of the dreams are worse he winds up having lost more rest than he gained, ridding him of any chance of wreaking havoc for the time being. The worst extent of these terrors may cause him sleep paralysis, which combined with vivid and realistic images can make it very difficult to maintain a healthy sleeping pattern.

* In the last couple episodes of season 3, we see Macaque gets his body partially hijacked by some of LBD’s magic, (arm, eye, a bit of his leg on the right side if I can recall), which I firmly believe cannot be good for him in any way, shape or form. This likely has left weird scarring in its place, maybe some discolouration of his fur or skin, whatever it may be. And if you’re like me, I would consider those scars massive sensitive bundles of nerves and tender flesh that cannot be healed by the average means, meaning that he is stuck with large vulnerable spots where damage is twice as excruciating if he is hurt in those areas. And that eye? How it had a big ‘ol cross? He would likely have some visionary defects, such as no longer being able to see through it to some extent. This would probably cause him a couple of issues with depth perception and learning to adapt to it.

* Trust issues. Alright it’s a bit generic and to be expected of Macaque, but to be cliche doesn’t necessarily mean to be bad, as long as it works and I’m having fun. Macaque does not open up to people very often anymore after his friendship with Wukong ended on a particularly sour note. From what we know, it was none to Macaques own fault— but the damage has been done and for the most part it’s irreparable. It cannot be undone. He’s unwilling to listen to reason and won’t lower his guard to anyone. Abrasive and coarse, he isn’t easy to get close to, not that he ever was to begin with, but lowering his guard is what left him vulnerable to getting hurt to begin with, he isn’t willing to expose himself like that again. Once was enough. He would consider himself nothing short of a fool if he were to let it happen again. Trust is a very fragile concept to him because Macaques’ need to feel secure, to protect himself, is so deeply rooted inside that it can make it hard to accept genuine kindness— most often immediately assuming it’s false or a blatant lie. It clouds his beliefs and immediately places grey tinted glasses over his eyes, he immediately assumes the worst of people because from his experiences, they usually are.

* Like Mei, I think Macaque would also have a lot of scars— he’s lived a long time, I wouldn’t be surprised by the amount of trouble he’s wound up in over its course. He does shifty work too, it’s nigh impossible that he wouldn’t have a couple injuries here and there, because let’s not forget that he’s not a good person and he would likely do some really shady things for some cash. He would have all sorts of scars, from large to small, thin to faded— they’re everywhere, he’s littered in them.

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fatuismooches · 1 year

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Hello smooches, its been a while. I hope that you are doing well (also pls don't push urself too hard) 🙏 sorry for disappearing (again) and not answering ur question since i'm taking the past few weeks to recuperate from my illness, and now i feel a lot better! The doctors said that i can finally go back home around mid-April to early May after 6 more examinations (i really want to go back home, i'm dead bored staying in this glass room 💀 bcs i can't do anything besides watching doctors and nurses going back and forth, reading fics, watch yt videos and play games on my phone)

Okay, now back to ur question about "have i watch the theory about Capitano being the Bloodstained Knight" and the answer is yes, i watched and read a LOT of that theory around the internet. Its really fascinating! Also, there are some theories that Capitano is Imunlaukr from Sal Vindagnyr (iirc its from Dragonspine?) One of the founding clans of Mondstadt. And then there's "Menogias (the Geo Yaksa) = Capitano" Theory too. There are a lot of theories about him still going around to this day 😂 and i just consume all of it

Also //leaks\\

have u seen some Capitano crumbs on Mika's character story going around lately? When he saw Capitano, even with that helmet of his, it is described that Capitano have "eerily dark blue eyes that 'glows' with an uncanny aura". His EYES literally "GLOWS" 😶 at this point, is he even a human now?? 😭 mans got that "glow in the dark" eyes. That is REALLY cool but also very scary.

Just imagine u were walking in Snezhnaya's forest at night trying to find some wood for ur kitchen fuel and then u accidentally came across this man, looking straight into ur soul with his glowing dark blue eyes 💀💀

I think i'll have a massive brainrot over this newfound info about him omg u give me a small 🤏 crumb about him, i'll go feral and unable to sleep at night and will thinking about him non-stop for WEEKS 😭 (i think i understand why my siblings wanted me to stop playing Genshin until i fully recover lol 😅)

Anyways, i really hope u have a very nice day and don't forget to take care of yourself smooches 🛐💞 i can't wait to see more of ur works and random rambles with other anons and users!

-🥝

HI MY LOVE!!

I’m so glad to see you in my messages again💕🙏 And don’t even worry about it, I’m very happy you’re doing better and don’t push yourself either☺️☺️

Hehe I should have known you watched it, you are literally the Capitano connoisseur 😅!! I never heard of those over two theories until now, I read a bit up on them and I would have never thought of that… I still like the Bloodstained Knight one the best. It sounds the most possible to me…

*Mika Character story leaks below (it’s just one detail abt Capitano tho😭)

I actually didn’t know until you told me😭😭 I’m surprised no one is really talking about it BECAUSE IT’S LITERALLY AMAZING???!! CAPITANO CRUMB HELLOOO? I’m so glad we know his eye color now, it’s only a little piece of info but I still devoured it🙏 I genuinely cannot wait for an official art/cutscene with the glowing eyes, he’ll look so majestic! And tbh, I’m not sure, I think he may be human but with an extended lifespan? Either way he’s so…😍😍 But yes you’re so right I’d be panicking so hard if I just saw him staring at me like that.

But ahem… imagine those eerie eyes become soft when he looks at you 🥺 I can’t help but think about his normally narrowed analyzing eyes that usually scares everyone become gentle with you. At first he didn’t even know he did that until you pointed it out 💞 He gets embarrassed about the things he does unconsciously around you 💞I also have this random hc that when he gets shy he clears his throat embarrassedly

I’ll definitely be brainrotting with you over this 🥝 anon omg he’s so cute🥺. But WAIT MAKE SURE TO GET YOUR SLEEP OKAY YOU NEED THAT!!😭💗💗ILYYYY I HOPE YOU HAVE A NICE DAY TOOOOO <33

#smooches talks #🥝 anon #the no.1 capitano lover <3333

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iyabutterfly · 7 months

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To Whom It May Concern

I’m writing this letter because I’m not good with verbally expressing myself. And I cry too much. About everything. I am mentally struggling. I have been, for a very long time now. Since I was a kid. I am overwhelmed and frustrated with life, because I don’t see a way out. In debt with the state 3 times. Elwood City probabtion wants $975 from me. I can’t remember how much Indianapolis probation wants. And I can’t remember how much I owe Indianapolis Community Corrections. Either way, they’re debts I wasn’t ready for. I have to pay off tickets and reinstatement fees so I can have my license back and be a legal driver. Then I need to get a car. I’m sleeping on my Aunts couch, and I only have 3 months left. So I need a home. I have my phone bill, my monthly Netflix and monthly Spotify. I need to bring my credit back up, again. It’s trash. Again. My kids live with their Dad, and so I send money whenever he needs help with bills or something. I CANT KEEP UP right now. My unforseeable future says I won’t be able to keep up then, either. Rent and bills and debt payments and car note and sr22 insurance. Work to catch up and keep up. Take care of my kids. And keep my house together, as I like. Cook, clean, do laundry. Family time. Personal time. And stay sane. Doing this all alone.

My problem right now, is that there isn’t enough time in the week to escape this toxic circle. Everything I’m trying so hard to accomplish right now, seems to be pointless. Impossible to make it through. My thoughts torment me, day in and day out. A mental battle “you got this Crystal. Just see the bigger picture” “well the bigger picture is looking real small and crumbly right now” I can barely make it through a 10hour shift at work, without anxieties and depressions kicking in and pushing me out the door. I miss a lot of work. Late because I couldn’t get to sleep the night before. Like today. Leaving work early. Like today. My attendance is whack and my paychecks are even more whack. I’m never going to be able to maintain a home of my own. So really should just stop now. Stop wasting time and effort and energy. I really just can’t think straight. 14 years of my life gone to a relationship that I initiated combat in. Then two more gone to more bad decisions. Gone. Now I pay. Financially and even more mentally. I’m stuck in this predicament that I accidentally got myself in. I didn’t ask to be here. I wish I was born into a family of health wealth and love. Or I wish I knew better, before. So I couldve done better in a more timely fashion. I’m not feeling suicidal. However, I am feeling better off in jail or under a bridge. It just seems easier and less stressful. I barely see or talk to my kids now, so it really won’t change anything. I know there won’t be anymore room for anymore disappointment.

I’m tired of talking and explaining and crying. Asking for help in all the wrong places. The people who are supposed to be able to help me, can’t or won’t. I’m tired of my throat swelling up, making it hard to breathe. I’m tired of going in these circles. It’s a round roller coaster of pain. I’m tired of getting back up just to keep falling. I’m tired of not being prioritized. All the state cares about is getting their money and telling me what to do. I’m connected with a health care provider that doesn’t even have time for me. My medical record isn’t evenly properly updated. The state doesn’t care about my mental health. Or what it really takes to progress. I can’t breathe.

#miserable life #spilled thoughts #headspace #this is a cry for help #i need healing

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borathae · 3 years

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“Trying to be in a relationship when both of you are shy, oblivious idiots isn’t easy. You want to kiss Jungkook. Jungkook wants to kiss you. And yet somehow you can’t even cuddle without tensing up in nervousness. Soon all this tension is getting too much for you to take.

Alternatively: Jungkook is the biggest oblivious idiot while you just want to kiss his stupidly handsome face.”

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Mutual Pining, Two Idiots in Love, New Relationship!AU

Warnings: these two are together and yet still so oblivious to the other’s feelings omfg you guys, so much shy and giggly kissing, body worshipping, clumsy mutual stripping, holy shit so many giggles :(, they are both in love and really horny, this is pretty vanilla but you know what they say about vanilla. it’s sweet af :(, oral sex in the form of 69ing, safe sex, cuddly missionary :(, the fluffiest afterglow talk

Wordcount: 10.5k

a/n: One of my favourite couple is back, you guys!! It started as a cute little idea in the back of my mind and then escalated into this fluffy tragedy of a story 🤧 I hope you guys enjoy it hehe! 💜

Jungkook cooked for you tonight. It wasn’t great. Well no, it was great because Jungkook cooked it for you. It just wasn’t grande. Instant ramen with two eggs and some dongchimi Misses Park brought over last week. You liked it a lot, especially because that meant spending time with Jungkook and getting to talk to him and getting to look at his awesome face.

It wasn’t a date per say. Jungkook simply texted you and asked you if you wanted to come over for an impromptu late night snack. You said yes of course, taking twenty minutes to get ready and then off you went on your long journey to next door. He already waited for you by the opened door in his grey sweats and pink sweatshirt. You thought that maybe he wanted to kiss you but he ended up pulling back at the last moment to pat the top of your head instead with an awkward smile on his face.

It was a little peculiar at first to be greeted like that, but you were far too nervous to call him out on it. And also, in the four months of having whatever thing you and he were having, peculiar greetings such as tonight were a regular thing. One time when he tried to hold your hand to pull you closer for a goodbye kiss you ended up high fiving him instead. Another time you reached out to touch his chest and kiss his lips but he ended up shaking your hand instead and greeting you with a nervous “good day”. And another time you and he both wanted to go in for a kiss at the same time but ended up head butting each other and almost breaking each other’s noses. It was so embarrassing, but it still wasn’t quite enough for either of you to end whatever thing you and he were having.

Tonight however, you felt a little sad when he greeted you with a pat on the head. It wasn’t just an accidental, awkward spurt of the moment misunderstanding, but a conscious decision by him.

You had finished dinner a few moments ago and Jungkook was busy washing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen. You asked him if he needed help but he told you to relax on his couch slash bed. Jungkook didn’t own a bed, he just owned a small but comfortable couch with lots of pillows and three blankets. He could extend it for sleeping, he showed you that he can one night and no you didn’t stay over to sleep because you felt too nervous to ask if you could.

You can watch him work from where you are sitting. He is currently scrubbing the pot he used, having his back turned to you. He looks very concentrated, singing along to the music of his bluetooth speaker quietly.

You like his voice. He has a really nice voice and you like that he is starting to sing in your proximity. In the first two months of whatever thing you and he were having, he immediately stopped singing when he realised that you could hear him. You like that he doesn’t feel that nervous anymore and actually started to sing when you were in the same room as him. Now bear in mind, he would never actually sing next to you, serenade you so to speak, but at least he sings when he thinks you aren’t listening. One night you asked him if he could sing you a song and his face became as red as a tomato before he ran away with an excuse of an aching tummy, so you are happy with whatever little glimpse of his voice you get these days.

Jungkook turns around, waddling to the counter which separates his kitchen from the rest of his quaint, little apartment. Above the counter there was a row of cupboards in which he stores most of his plates, bowls and glasses (just like you do at your place). Jungkook opens it, gets on his tiptoes and begins sorting in the washed bowls. His sweatshirt slips up as he moves, exposing his lower stomach to your eyes.

You stop playing with his Nintendo Switch, letting your gaze linger on his skin. Even in this quite stretched out position his lower stomach showed muscle. Well defined abs and two impressive v lines which disappeared into his sweats. He is so hot. Jungkook lowers himself again and starts moving back to the sink to get plates. Your eyes are away from him in an instant, cheeks feeling on fire as you stare back into the game. You feel like a complete creep for staring at him like that and thinking that he was really hot whilst doing so. It feels like you just sexually assaulted him, even though you know that technically you didn’t.

You saw Jungkook shirtless on three occasions. One time back in the day when you didn’t have whatever thing you and he were having yet and you visited him at Taekwondo practice and he was training his abs without a shirt on. The second time was when you and he met at your university’s swimming pool and he was just on his way to the locker rooms all wet and breathless from swimming for an hour. And the last time was when he hung up his laundry on his balcony and you accidentally took a look over at him while you were sweeping your own.

On all three occasions you looked away in an instant, your cheeks began to burn and you felt your heart race like crazy. Tonight however you made the conscious decision to look at his exposed stomach and now you feel awful. You wonder what he would think of you if he knew. He would probably be really uncomfortable, you know he would.

“All done”, Jungkook says, hanging his tea towel back on its wall hook and then making his way back to you.

You look at him, hoping that he hadn’t noticed your creepy staring. He hasn’t, judging by the content look on his face. He is bringing dessert in the form of an opened package of marshmallows.

“Here, do you want some?” he offers, towering over you as he doesn’t quite dare to sit down.

“Not now, uhm put them down for now”, you tell him.

“O-okay”, he says and places them on his coffee table slash dining table.

He sits down next to you, hiding his folded hands between his legs and rocking back and forth nervously.

“So uhm, what did you pick?” he asks.

“Uhm. Animal Crossing”, you tell him, showing him the screen.

He inspects it with knitted brows and his lips pouting before he nods in content.

“Do you like my island?” he asks.

“Yes, it’s pretty. Also, I picked your weeds.”

“Oh?” his brows furrow, “uhm, oh okay. Yeah, that’s fine”, he murmurs.

“Did I just do something I shouldn’t have done?”

“No I, I just wanted to, to keep them”, he explains, voice growing quieter and quieter the more he talks.

“Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. I thought that you wanted them gone. Can I fix this somehow?” you gasp, feeling so terrible that your stomach starts hurting.

“No, it’s fine really, don’t worry about it”, he assures you and locks eyes with you for only a moment, “uhm”, he looks away again, “do you want to watch a movie or something?”

“Yeah, a movie sounds really fun”, you say, nodding your head. Everything is better than sitting here in silence and screaming in your head because you messed up his island. A movie is the perfect distraction.

“Okay cool”, he jumps up and runs to get his DVD collection, “I have many movies. Most of them are romantic comedies, but I also have a few superhero movies. You can pick, I’m happy with everything”, he explains excitedly, carrying the big plastic container over to you and putting it down on the coffee table.

He starts sorting through his collection, reading you the titles and summaries and discarding them quickly whenever he realises that maybe he wouldn’t be happy if you picked that movie. It made you smile a lot because you thought that he was really cute.

“Let’s go with Iron Man, I never watched that movie”, you told him in the end.

You were forty minutes into the movie when you couldn’t really take the distance anymore. Jungkook kept at least an arms length of distance between you and him when he sat down again and it made you a little sad, because you really wanted to cuddle. You didn’t do lots of cuddling yet. Twice actually, you cuddled twice. One time when he came over for a movie and you shared a blanket because it was so cold in your apartment. And the second time was when he was really down because of a shitty Taekwondo practice and you hugged him on the bus for the entire drive home. They were both really amazing and epic experiences and you reached a point in whatever thing you and he were having where you wanted more of them.

You sneak a glance at him. He is currently munching on a marshmallow and giggles to himself. He really seems to enjoy the movie, unlike you who can’t stand the distance any longer.

And so you scoot closer until you could rest your folded knees on his lap and drape your arm around his stomach. Jungkook tenses up, his giggles stop and when you take a look at his face you notice his eyes widening. He looks at you with blushing cheeks.

“Are you cold?” he asks.

“No.”

“I, I don’t need comfort”, he says.

“I know.”

“So...why?”

“Because I want to cuddle with you.”

He clears his throat nervously, blinking rapidly. He shifts in your embrace, looking back at the movie with his face burning up. This makes you sad. Why isn’t he showing more enthusiasm? This is the first time you actively showed him that you wanted skinship with him. You thought that maybe he would be more excited about it.

“Do you not want to cuddle?” you ask him, already pulling away.

“Yes, no. No! I do”, he stutters, “I do.”

“But?” you fear that maybe he just doesn’t want to cuddle with you.

“Nothing”, he murmurs.

He scoots closer and drapes his arm around you. You relax back against his body, knees resting on his lap and arm placed over his stomach. For the rest of the movie you stay in this position. Jungkook doesn’t move even an inch, as if you were a cat that had fallen asleep on his body and he was trying not to wake it up. You tried caressing his tummy at one point but gave up once you noticed how much tenser he became. It didn’t just make you a little sad, it frustrated you on top of that. So when the movie was over and Jungkook asked you if you wanted to watch the second part you said that you didn’t want to and stood up to leave.

“Did you not like the movie? We could watch something else instead. Or maybe we could play Animal Crossing together?” he hurries after you.

“No, I’ll be going home now”, you dismiss him with sagging shoulders.

“But...don’t you want to stay a little longer? We’re having so much fun right now”, he begs and pouts.

It confuses and surprises you. He is having fun? He has been tense the entire movie, gave you no sign of actually enjoying the skinship and on top of that he patted your head as greeting. Nothing in his gestures showed you that he was having fun. But because you are a nervous idiot, who on top of that is scared of confrontation, you don’t tell him that.

“No sorry, it’s already so late. I want to go to sleep already”, you lie, putting on your slippers with a heavy heart.

“Ah okay, uhm yeah I get that”, he stutters, scratching his neck, “should I walk you home?”

“No, it’s fine”, you dismiss him and open the door, “see you next time.”

Jungkook follows you outside.

“W-when is next time?” he asks, grasping the doorframe nervously.

“Don’t know, I’m really busy with exams right now”, you lie again.

“Oh okay...yeah okay I get that. Then, uhm call me if you have time again?”

“Yeah I’ll call you.”

Jungkook reaches out, hesitates, reaches out again, hesitates again and ends up patting your head.

“I had lots of fun tonight, uhm. Thank you”, he says and smiles cutely.

“Me too”, you murmur, turning away.

“Goodnight ___”, Jungkook calls after you, taking a step outside.

“Mhm night”, you say over your shoulder before closing the door behind you.

You don’t call him for a week and then you start missing him. So you text him and ask him if he wants to have dinner at your place.

His answer came an hour (and your endless torment of nervousness) later.

Kook: That would be cool. I can come over at eight. Is that too late?

You told him that it wasn’t and that you would be making fried chicken tonight. Jungkook answered you ten minutes later.

Kook: oh wooow *-*💕

And the heart he added sent you down such a spiral that you almost broke your phone in half. He never used hearts with you before and you may have screeched for a good five minutes afterwards. Once calmed down enough to actually function (because trust that you will never be completely calm ever again) you finally began preparing tonight’s dinner whilst listening to cheesy love songs and giggling to yourself.

Jungkook arrives at exactly eight o’clock with his hair tousled from letting it air dry after swim practice.

“Hey”, you open the door to him with a goofy grin.

“Hey, uhm”, he scratches his neck, “I know I said I’d be here at eight, but can you give me ten minutes to change into different clothes? They smell like chlorine.”

You look over your shoulder at the nicely plated chicken. Your goofy grin drops. It will most definitely become cold.

“Yes….” you answer him hesitantly.

“Thank you, gosh you are an angel”, he says and leans close to peck your lips, “see you soon”, he says and hurries to his apartment as if he hadn’t even realised what he had done.

You are left staring, lips parted and head dizzy. He just kissed you. Holy shit he just kissed you! This actually just happened. He kissed you. He kissed you. His lips touched yours. In a kiss. A kiss.

You close the door and fall against it, fingers touching your lips. First he sends you a heart and now he is kissing you. Did that week of no contact actually work? Did he realise that if he wanted to keep you he needed to work a little harder? Because if it did you are going to ghost him more often. This was only partially the talk of a woman madly in love with an oblivious idiot. You wouldn’t actually ghost him, that would be way too mean for you. But holy moly oh my god he just kissed you!!

Knock. Knock.

The sound startles you to the point of you making a little sound.

“Okay he is back, you can do this. This is easy”, you take a deep breath for good measures and turn.

You open the door to a newly dressed Jungkook with his hair tied back into a messy ponytail.

“You’re back”, you say, grinning goofily and stepping closer to kiss him again.

“Yes hah”, he laughs nervously and swerves past you, “so uhm chicken? Is it already done?”

He steps inside and kicks off his slippers. He looks around for a moment, fumbling with the hem of his striped shirt. You wait for a moment, hoping that he would mention the kiss, but he doesn’t and it makes you pout. It even seems as if he is actively trying to act as if it never even happened. The swerving past you was proof enough for you.

“Yes it’s done already. Come on, let’s eat”, you murmur sadly, dragging yourself to your dining table with heavy feet.

You and he don’t talk a lot during dinner. You never really do, because talking meant looking into each other’s eyes and you both just couldn’t do that. It was really scary to look into Jungkook’s eyes because you always start stuttering and that is so embarrassing to do in front of him. So you ate your chicken in silence and felt more frustrated by the second.

Jungkook stayed for dessert after you asked him in hopes that this would lessen the tension. It was your half eaten bar of marzipan chocolate and three oatmeal cookies. You shared it on your couch, listening to music as you did. The tension really didn’t get less. On the contrary, while you were waiting for him to mention the kiss he was busy staring at your plants and chewing the cookie nervously.

“I like this band”, Jungkook says and plays with the cookie in his fingers. He just couldn’t take the silence anymore and needed to talk.

“Mhm yeah, they are good”, you agree, shifting on the couch, “I want to see them live if they ever come here.”

“Yeah? Me too.”

You look at him, waiting for him to ask you if you wanted to go together.

“What?” he asks instead, looking from side to side nervously.

“Nothing.”

You turn away and eat your cookie. He watches the way your jaw tenses and your nostrils flare.

“So uhm, how were your exams?” he asks in hopes of lessening the tension.

“My exams?” you ask, tilting your head to the side in question.

“Yeah the ones you were busy with this week”, he explains with slight confusion in his eyes.

Oooh the exams you made up. Shoot, you completely forgot about that lie already.

“They were okay. I’m just glad that they are over”, you lie.

“Yeah”, he says in a laugh, “I feel you.”

He takes a bite of his cookie and speaks once he has swallowed it.

“What were they about?”

“Uhm…” you pause to think, “...German.”

Your eyes zoned out on your German language book and so you said the first thing that came into your mind at that moment.

“I see, cool”, he smiles shyly, “do you still have more exams?”

“No, I had my last one today.”

“Mhm cool. So does that mean we can hang out more again?”

“Yeah I guess.”

“That’s so cool”, he murmurs and looks away to scratch the side of his neck.

You look away too, twisting the material of your sweatpants. This is so freaking uncomfortable.

“So uhm, how was swim practice?” you ask, trying not to show how down you are.

“It was good. The coach said that my dives are getting really good.”

“Oh that’s cool, I’m proud of you.”

Jungkook fumbles with his cookie furiously, cheeks becoming beet red.

“Thank you”, he whispers with his nose scrunching up, “uhm…” he fakes looking at your clock, “oh it’s already so late. I think I should go”, he says, standing up.

It tugs at your heart strings that he already wants to leave so soon. He hasn’t even mentioned the kiss and now he wants to flee again like he always does.

“You want to go already?” you ask, following after him.

He scrambles to the door, cookie still in his fingers.

“I don’t want to keep you up.”

“Why would you keep me up?”

“Don’t you have dance practice tomorrow?”

“Technically I do, but I don’t want to go.”

“Why? Did something happen?”

“No uhm…” you begin scratching your neck frantically, “...I was thinking that maybe we could have breakfast tomorrow...together, uhm...after you stayed overnight?”

“You want me to sleep here?” he gasps, eyes widening.

You look at your feet and nod your head.

“Only if you want to though.”

This would be the first time the two of you will fall asleep together. You have no idea if he even wants something like this or if whatever thing you and he were having was still far too new for such a big step. But you were a little desperate tonight because he gave you hope with the heart and the kiss and now you want him to act goddamn it.

“Can I just quickly go to my place and shower?” he asks.

“Sure...uhm yeah you can, but you can shower here.”

“No, it’s fine really”, he opens the door and stumbles outside, “give me twenty, I’ll be back”, he says and throws the door closed.

You watch through your spy as he stumbles to his door and almost falls face first into his apartment.

Jungkook doesn’t take twenty minutes, he takes an hour. You had already given up all hope of him coming back (and also whatever thing you and he were having) when he knocked on the door again.

“Hey”, he says, hair fluffy from being freshly washed. The scent of his vanilla shower gel surrounds him. He is wearing sky blue boxer shorts and a white shirt, you know both of them to be his pyjamas.

“Those were the longest twenty minutes ever”, you grumble.

“I know, I’m sorry. I kinda overdid the beauty routine. I just didn’t want to stink.”

You snort and chuckle. His attempt at not smelling bad for you makes you feel a little less mad at him.

“You never stink”, you murmur, “come on in, I warmed up the bed already.”

Jungkook knows what you mean by that sentence. That you had already given up on him coming over and went to bed without him. But as a really nervous idiot with a massive phobia of confrontation, he stays silent and tiptoes behind you whilst suffering from serious heart palpitations.

Your laptop was on, illuminating the wall behind your bed blue. You lift it up from your sheets.

“Sorry, I was watching Queer Eye”, you explain.

“It’s fine. Do you want to watch it?”

“Now?”

“Yeah.”

You study his features.

“Sure, we could do that. I just started a new episode”, you say, crawling under the blanket.

Jungkook stays by your bed, looking down at you with widened eyes. You look up.

“Are you not going to join me?”

“I am!” he exclaims and scrambles on your bed.

You open the blanket for him but he denies you with a shake of his head.

“Very well then”, you grumble, pressing play. You are annoyed again. You literally made it so obvious that you wanted him under your blanket and yet he didn’t get it.

You watch the episode next to each other without speaking a word, let alone moving. You could tell that Jungkook was cold the entire time, judging by the millions and millions of goosebumps on his naked thighs and yet he still didn’t crawl under the blanket with you. Was it because if he did, your naked legs would have touched? You know they would have, because throughout the entire episode they were pressed together with the blanket separating your skin from his’.

“That was really cool. Do you want to watch another?” he asks, fumbling with his thumbs.

“No, I’m tired, I want to sleep”, you say dryly, pressing the off button of your laptop aggressively.

Jungkook watches you as you discard it on the floor and then flip on your side, pulling the edge of the blanket to your cheek. You have your back turned to him.

“Okay”, a pause, then, “do you have a blanket for me?”

You sigh loudly. He is so freaking oblivious.

“On the couch.”

“Thank you.”

He rolls out of bed and waddles to your sofa. Once he retrieved your blanket he waddles back to bed and lies down beside you, keeping his distance as best as possible.

It makes you really sad that he doesn’t even want to cuddle up to you.

“Goodnight ___”, he tells you, gnawing on his lower lip to wait for a reaction from you.

You just huff out air and keep the cold shoulder turned to him.

You counted at least six minutes of silence until you can’t take it anymore and you flip onto your other side to face him.

He is resting on his back, fingers sprawled out on his stomach and hair spread on your pillow. He has his eyes closed but that changes real quick when he feels you scoot closer to him and drape your arm across his chest.

He tenses up and clenches his jaw. Your warm breath is fanning over the side of his neck repeatedly and it makes his skin tingle and shivers run down his spine.

“Are you awake?” he whispers.

“Yes”, you say, making an effort to brush your lips over his neck as you speak. It makes his chest rise in a shaky inhale and sink in an even shakier exhale.

“What are you doing?”

“Cuddling you.”

“Why?” he asks and shifts uncomfortably.

“Because I want to cuddle.”

“Oh, okay”, he murmurs and shifts again.

You rest in silence for exactly forty five seconds and then you grow annoyed by his continuous tenseness.

You let go of him and scoot back, turning on your fairy lights to see him better.

“You really don’t like cuddling, do you?”

“What?” he blinks repeatedly, “but I enjoyed this. What do you mean?”

“That’s how you are when you enjoy things? You’re basically stress sweating right now and you are as tense as if you wanted to mimic being a freaking statue.”

“But I like this”, he insists quietly.

“Do you really? Because I don’t get the feeling at all. As a matter of fact, I don’t even know if you even want to be with me in the first place.”

“What?” he sits up with his legs crossed, “don’t say that, that’s not true.”

“Is it?” you challenge, sitting up as well.

“Yes”, he starts pouting, “what the hell? It’s been going so well those past four months and now you say all those things”, he murmurs sadly, lowering his eyes.

“It’s not been going well and you know that.”

“No I don’t be-because for me everything was going so w-well.”

“Jungkook you don’t even want to kiss me, let alone cuddle me or show me in any way that I am more than just a friend to you.”

“But I did”, he whispers, “so many times.”

“When?”

“Whenever I, I cooked for you. Or whenever I told you that I liked our date. A-and when I came over whenever you asked e-even if I busy before.”

You realised as he spoke that there were indeed occasions when you felt really appreciated by him. All those cute dinner dates he prepared for you with candlelight and cheesy music and all those times he spent minutes letting you know what he liked about the evening or all the times he arrived at your door out of breath and sweaty because he hurried back to you from whatever place he was at before. You hadn’t forgotten those times, they just grew unimportant as you grew selfishly greedy for more than just words and actions.

“I know…I’m sorry”, you murmur, lowering your eyes, “I just feel a little frustrated lately.”

“With me?”

“Yeah, partially.”

“So I didn’t just imagine it. Oh my god. Why? What did I do?”

“Nothing. You are quite literally doing nothing and that frustrates me because I want you to act on all the clues I send you.”

“So you want me to be more involved?” he clears his throat, “o-okay”, he says and laughs nervously.

“Would that be such a problem for you?” you study his features and how they scrunch up in awkwardness, “are you perhaps on the ace spectrum?”

“Mhm?” his head snaps up.

“Asexual. Some ace people aren’t really interested in sex and some don’t like skinship in any form. Are you perhaps like that too?”

“What?” he gasps and begins shaking his head vigorously, “no of course I like skinship and I’m not asexual.”

“Then do you not like it with me?”

“I like it with you.”

“Then why aren’t you reciprocating it when I try to initiate it?”

“Because I talked to Jimin.”

Jimin was your shared friend. Well, he was more of an acquaintance to you, who you sometimes talked to after your shared dance practice. But he was Jungkook’s friend, they were in the same Taekwondo class and you know that they talked a lot.

“What does Jimin have to do with this?”

“Because he told me that, that women like cool guys who are always really collected and a b-badboy. And, and that a distant man, who doesn’t show emotion a lot is really hot to them. And I thought you liked it when I was being all cold and mysterious because that’s what Jimin told me you like”, he babbles in a whine, eyes widened and lips pouty.

“Hold up. So you’re telling me that all this time you were following the advice of the biggest playboy on campus?”

Jungkook cringes in realisation.

“But he told me that women don’t like it when we are really pushy with skinship a-and so I tried to hold back and give you space so you are comfortable”, he explains, “I thought I was doing well”, he adds with a pout.

You laugh in disbelief. It all makes sense now.

“I do like it that you didn’t rip my clothes off at the first chance you got, but goddamn it Kook, a little more reaction to my skinship would be nice. You don’t have to turn into a statue, you know?”

“I’m sorry”, he whispers, hiding his face behind his hands. He takes a deep, shaky breath to calm down his escalating pulse, wishing for the floor to swallow him whole. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to be a gentleman”, he croaks, rocking himself back and forth.

“Hey it’s fine. I accept your apology. Also it’s sweet that you wanted to be a gentleman”, you say and touch his knee to soothe him, “also, don’t listen to Jimin anymore, I like it when you are sweet and show emotion. Badboys suck really bad. I don’t like them.”

“This is so embarrassing”, he groans and buries his face deeper in his palms.

“No it’s not and I don’t judge”, you assure him.

Jungkook groans and raises his head. His blush has spread over his entire face. He looks like Hoseok – another shared friend – after he drank two glasses of beer. His big eyes race between yours.

“So you like it when I’m sweet?”

“Yes very much.”

“Wow”, he breathes in awe, gazing at you with a fond sparkle in his pretty eyes.

The silence isn’t heavy but it is making you nervous nonetheless. He grasps the bed sheets and twists them, getting on his knees. He is closer to you in this position, you can smell his minty toothpaste in his breath. His gaze shifts to your lips, his tongue sticks out to wet his own.

“Can I?” he asks in a hushed whisper.

“Yes you can”, you breathe, cupping his cheeks to pull him closer.

The kiss is chaste. Nothing more than the peck he gave you earlier that night. And then he already pulls back again, licking over his lips nervously and sitting back on his feet.

He giggles shyly, lowering his head and fumbling with the leg hem of his boxer shorts.

“That was really nice. I liked it a lot”, you say with your voice giddy, “did you like it too?”

He nods his head and giggles.

“Can I do it again?” you ask him.

He nods his head, tilting it up a second later. He lets his eyes fall closed and waits for your kiss with pouted lips and held breath.

He releases it real quick once your lips actually touch his’. You kiss him a lot more than just a peck. Your fingers are threaded through his soft hair, lips moving slowly. Jungkook was a little clumsy at first but found your rhythm very soon. It is gentle and without tongue, just lips on lips and shaky inhales whenever one pulls back slightly. It is so nice. Your entire body tingles in the feeling and every so often your teeth clash with his’ when both of you smiled and giggled into the kiss. It was literally so perfect.

You scoot closer, the kiss to his lips breaks as you let it trail over his face. His burning cheeks, the tip of his nose, his eyelids and forehead. You kiss them, making him giggle and his shoulders rise to his ears.

You finally pull back, heart racing in anticipation of whatever look he is wearing on his face. Shy fondness. It makes his big eyes sparkle and his soft cheeks glow rosy.

“That was so nice”, he breathes, reaching out to intertwine his fingers with yours.

“Yes, it was so nice. You have really soft lips.”

“I used a peeling tonight”, he explains.

“In case we would kiss?”

He nods his head and avoids eye contact.

“Did you want to kiss me?”

“Yes all the time. It was so hard to hold back”, he confesses and pouts.

You laugh fondly.

“So did you want to kiss me when we were watching Queer Eye?”

“Yes of course.”

“And Iron Man?”

He blushes, “yes so much.”

“I don’t think you should listen to Jimin’s advice anymore”, you joke, making him laugh shyly.

“I don’t think so either”, he agrees and finally looks back into your eyes.

He cups your cheek and draws closer, eyes glued to your lips. It is your turn to let your eyelids flutter closed and hold your breath.

The kiss feels just as epic and amazing and exciting as it did all those few times before. He is such a great kisser. Really gentle and sweet and yet passionate. You just can’t get enough of it.

After way too many minutes you grew so greedy that you pushed at his chest and made him fall into the pillows. He gasps, breaking the kiss to stare at you with his swollen lips parted in surprise.

You giggle, rubbing your nose against his cheek. You are almost on top of him, one leg draped over his hips and chest pressed against his’.

You connect your lips with his neck.

“Ah”, he lets out, fingers twitching on your back.

His pulse is racing against your lips, his chest vibrates in a shy moan.

You kiss him, suck on his skin softly and pull back to look at his face.

His pupils are just slightly bigger than before.

“This felt really good”, he lets you know just slightly out of breath.

“Yes?” you bury your face back in his neck, dragging your nose up and down his skin to bask in his scent.

He sighs and shivers.

You inhale deeply before kissing the spot under his earlobe. His back twitches off the mattress in an arch, his fingers twists the fabric of your sleep shirt.

You look at him again, grinning goofily. He looks so affected. It’s affecting you too.

“I like how you smell”, you say, dancing your fingers over his chest. You can feel his racing heart against your fingertips.

“I washed myself really thoroughly”, he explains.

“Even your neck?”

“Yeah, I went like”, he says and demonstrates it by rubbing his hands over his neck rather aggressively, “until I was sure that I would smell nice.”

You grin fondly. He is so cute.

“In case I would kiss your neck?”

“Yeah”, he says in a breathy laugh, nodding his head and widening his eyes.

You giggle, drawing closer until your lashes are tickling his cheek. He turns his head so his lips are brushing over yours as you speak.

“You’re such an oblivious idiot. You know that, Kook?” you kiss his lips then speak again, “I was already going crazy thinking that we weren’t even dating and I made you uncomfortable with trying to be all touchy.”

“In my defense, you could have said something too”, he says and kisses you.

You break the kiss after a minute, outlining his lips with your thumb.

“I know, sorry I kept all of this to myself. I’m just really bad at confrontation.”

“Me too, I suck at it big times.”

You giggle, Jungkook giggles too. You stumble into a kiss again, kissing away all those misunderstandings and frustrations and unsaid words until your chests actually felt like they would burst. You are on top of Jungkook by now, knees caging in his waist and elbows resting beside his face while your fingers were in his hair. Jungkook was holding you, running his hands up and down your back and legs, leaving out your booty for now because he was still far too shy to take that step.

You break the kiss again not only so both of you could breathe, but also to speak.

“We could try to talk more from now on”, you suggest.

“Yes, I will try for you”, he whispers.

“And I will try for you”, you promise, falling into a kiss again afterwards.

Your bodies grind together before melting closer. He mewls softly, swallowing the tiny moan you let out in answer. He lets his tongue dart out, making you gasp and flinch back.

“Sorry”, he says in an instant, fearing that he went too far.

You don’t answer him, instead you press your lips against his deeply and kiss him passionately. He gasps and shudders, struggling for a moment. This is making his head hazy and his chest tingly. He dares to dart his tongue out again, meeting your own this time around. Moans mix together, bodies grind on each other, stomachs tingle in butterflies. You can’t kiss like this for long and then you both pull back at the same time, staring at the other in a mixture of surprise and slight arousal.

“That was…” you begin.

“...wow”, he finishes your sentence.

“Yeah”, you agree.

He takes your hand and presses it against his chest.

“My heart is racing so much.”

You take his hand and press it against your chest.

“Mine is racing too.”

“Are you also nervous?”

“Yeah a little.”

“If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to.”

“I want to do this with you. Unless you don’t want to, then we don’t have to.”

He squeezes your hand.

“I want to do this with you too. I just don’t have lots of experience.”

“Me neither. You would be the second boy.”

“You would be the second girl for me too”, he confesses and blushes.

You blush too and look to the side. You giggle.

“This is so embarrassing to talk about”, you confess, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Yeah it is”, he agrees.

Your eyes meet in a shy gaze.

“How should we start this?” you ask him.

“Maybe we could undress each other? This could be really hot”, he suggests.

“Yes, I like this idea”, you say and scoot down his body to sit down on his lap. Jungkook sits up, holding your waist between his warm hands.

You and he smile shyly, draw closer and kiss again. You kiss until his fingers have disappeared under your shirt and your own are tugging at the hem of his own and being naked in front of the other doesn’t sound that scary anymore. You start pulling each other’s shirts up at the same time, soon having to come to the conclusion that it won’t work like that as arms get stuck and tangled and joints almost dislocate in weird positions.

You stop undressing each other and pull back, both of you burning up in embarrassment but letting your hands run over the other’s torso.

“You go first”, he says, laughing.

“Yeah okay.”

He raises his arms and lets you take his shirt off. You throw it on the ground, staring at his eyes obsessively. You don’t quite dare yet to look at his torso.

“It’s your turn”, you say, raising your arms.

Jungkook begins undressing you. It goes really smoothly at first until he reaches your face and not only squishes your forehead but also tugs up your nose rather painfully.

“Ouchies”, you grunt and giggle.

“Sorry”, he gasps, pulling off the shirt quickly and clutching it against his face in nervousness, “so sorry.”

“It’s fine”, you rub your nose, “god, that was such a mess”, you cringe and giggle.

Jungkook discards your shirt and touches your sides again.

“Was it at least a little sexy though?”

“Yeah it was a little sexy”, you say and mean it. Even if you and he acted like complete idiots whilst taking off your shirts, it still left your stomachs tingling in excitement of what was to come.

"I will look now", he lets you know.

"Okay."

Jungkook shifts his gaze downwards, brows shooting up and lips parting.

“Oh wow”, he breathes, making you blush.

You aren’t wearing a bra (because sleeping with a bra on is uncomfortable) and so he is getting the best view of your naked breasts right now. You are really nervous, but don’t hide away because of how mesmerised he looks. Somehow this makes you feel really sexy. He drags his hands up your stomach, fingers tickling your sides, until his thumbs touch the swell of your breasts. He looks into your eyes.

“They are so beautiful”, he says softly, leaning closer.

He keeps up eye contact as his lips come into contact with your left breast. They leave the softest of kisses on your skin, making you shudder each time. All the while his right hand is caressing your other breast, the warmth of his soft palm feels like fire on your skin.

“This feels really nice”, you sigh, breaking eye contact because it would make you way too nervous otherwise. You close your eyes and pet his hair, basking in his touches and kisses.

You like how gentle he still is, how slow and calculated he places each of his kisses and how safe your breasts feel in his hands. It makes you feel the appreciation you had started to grow so greedy for.

Jungkook soon lifts you up and places you down at the foot end of your bed, resting between your legs and kissing up your collarbones until he has your neck under his lips.

His naked chest is rubbing against yours, his skin feels so soft and warm, he smells so nice. You especially like the way his spine feels under your fingertips or the way his back muscles move with every little movement he makes. He moans cutely and sucks on your skin just enough to make it tingle before moving to a new spot and repeating what he had done before.

“It’s so nice”, you breathe, making him kiss your jawline tenderly in answer.

You run your fingers along his sides, making him shudder with each touch. You are happy that you said something to him. You weren’t planning on saying something at first, because you feared that you and he would end up fighting, but now that the situation has escalated in such an epic, amazing way you are happy that you felt brave enough to speak up. Honestly you feel so freaking good that you fear nothing else in this world could ever come close to this feeling again.

Jungkook stops the kisses to gaze at you and caress your cheek.

“I like your body a lot”, he tells you with his voice surprisingly deep for him.

You look down at his body, drinking in the paths of it and thinking to yourself that there is no other body more beautiful than his’ on this earth. You don’t feel like such a creep doing so now.

“I like your body too. You are really beautiful and hot”, you say, making him smile shyly.

He draws closer and kisses you hungrily. He is threading his fingers through your hair and lets out desperate little squeaks every so often. He is so not at all like the shy, nervous Jungkook you fell in love with. He is so vocal and needy all of a sudden and his voice has this really sexy rasp on it. It makes your heart tingle and your stomach tighten.

You push at his chest and roll you and him over, taking his hands to hold them tightly. He mewls, tilting his head up to kiss you just as deeply as he wants to do. But you let him chase you fruitlessly, breaking the kiss to giggle shyly.

“What?” he asks breathlessly.

“This”, you say and grind your soaked core against his swollen length.

He moans shakily, eyes widening and fingers squeezing yours.

“I’m really wet”, you stutter, grinding down a second time.

“Y-you made me hard”, he chokes out.

“I know”, you giggle, leaning down to kiss his neck, “it’s really hot”, you say between kisses, moving on to the other side of his neck until you have him mewling underneath you.

You abandon his hands all to his dismay and run your fingers down his collarbones and chest. Your lips follow the path they draw, kissing every inch of his perfect torso until you have reached his lower abs and he is panting quickly. You touch the hem of his boxer shorts, making him tense up.

“No! Wait!” he exclaims, hazy mind clearing up for a moment.

“What is it?” you ask.

"You don’t have to do this”, he says and blushes.

“Why? Do you not like blowjobs?”

“I, I do, but-”, he stops talking.

“But what?”

“What if I taste weird to you? Or what if I smell weird? Or you don’t like the shape of it?”

You smile fondly and lean down to kiss his lower abs.

“I don’t think any of those things will happen.”

He props himself up on his elbows.

“But what if they do? I would literally die if they did”, he says and pouts.

You chuckle.

“I promise you they won’t, but if you really don’t want this, we can do something else instead”, you say and kiss up his body.

Jungkook pants and mewls, presenting his torso to you with a cute arch of his back. When you reach his neck and start kissing it, he even goes as far as to tilt his head back for you.

“I do want this”, he chokes out.

“Really?”

“Yes. I’m just so nervous.”

“Don’t be, I’ll be gentle”, you promise him.

You smile and kiss down his body again until your lips are brushing over the hem of his boxers. Jungkook mewls and lifts his hips, silently asking you to undress him. You do so with nervous fingers, avoiding the important look for as long as possible. You even considered starting the blowjob with your eyes closed until you remembered that Jungkook was your boyfriend and he gave you his consent to look at him in a sexual way and that you were allowed to gawk at him right now.

“Can I look?” you still ask.

“Yes”, he answers you.

Your eyes flit up.

“Oh wow”, you breathe, reaching out in an instant, “it’s so...pretty.”

“You- oh wow ah- you, you think so?” he stutters, feeling hazy from your tender touches.

“Yes, I can assure you that I like the shape of it”, you joke and it makes him laugh.

His laugh turns into a gasped moan when he feels your kiss on his cockhead.

“Ah”, he gasps, eyes glued to you as he watches your every move with a racing heart. His abs are tensing and his thighs are twitching every so often. He loves it so much.

You moan and kiss up and down his length a few times. He smells so very nice and his skin is so soft. He must have shaved for you in his hour long beauty routine.

“You smell nice”, you gush, kissing the spot next to where he wants you most. That tiny, overly sensitive spot between his uppermost inner thigh and his length, where you can feel his pulse race and make him shudder.

“I was really thorough”, he tells you in a sigh.

“Yeah? I think that is really hot”, you say, blushing at your own dirty talk until you can feel how it makes his cock twitch. He likes it when you talk like this and the realisation makes you feel so sexy that all of a sudden you grow terribly hungry for his cock.

You kiss up his length before finally wrapping your lips around his tip and sinking down slowly.

His forehead creases as his brows shoot up in surprise. He blinks repeatedly, lips forming an O and thighs twitching. He can’t believe how good this feels.

“Oh god ___”, he murmurs breathily, twisting the sheets. His body feels so warm, it radiates from his center and makes him tingle all over.

You release his cock, kiss his tip and take him in again. You don’t come far because you are way too shy to gag in front of him, but you try to make up for it by touching the rest of him and hoping that it feels good.

What you don’t know is that Jungkook was currently on cloud nine, asking himself what he had done in his life to deserve something that feels so freaking good. He loves every second of it, feeling himself get addicted to the sensation more and more.

He moans and places his hand at the back of your head. He doesn’t guide you or push you down and stress you, he just wants to run his fingers through your hair. He really likes your hair and thinks it feels even better when you suck his cock.

You move up again, sucking with all you got as you do.

“Ah! Ah, ah!” Jungkook moans and bucks his hips up accidentally. You gag in the process and flinch away, giggling shyly as you hide your face from him.

“I’m sorry did I hurt you?” he gasps and pets your hair.

“No, but I gagged”, you explain and rest your face on his thigh, “that’s really embarrassing.”

“I don’t think so, it was kinda hot”, he assures you.

“You think so?” you look up at him, “don’t you think it’s disgusting?”

He shakes his head.

“Really?”

“Yes”, he blushes, “I like it.”

Your stomach tingles in a wave of confidence. You sit up and cup his face, kissing him a moment later. He has you pressed against his body in an instant, parting his lips so you could feed him his taste. He doesn’t think that he tastes that bad, but he likes it a lot more once your taste grows stronger again. It makes him wonder if something else tastes just as sweet as your lips do.

He breaks the kiss, “can I eat your pussy in return?”

You plop down on his lap and stare at him with widened eyes.

“I don’t know. What if I taste weird?”

“Did I taste weird to you?”

“No of course not, but-”

“You don’t taste weird either.”

You lower your eyes.

“I’m a little nervous to receive it. I like giving, but receiving is hard.”

“Me too”, he agrees, “but it feels really good to receive. And I’ll try to do the best job ever.”

Your eyes meet.

“We could do it at the same time?” you suggest.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll show you.”

You push him down into the mattress, “stay like this and then.”

You turn and sit down on his stomach, hands resting on his thighs.

“I can suck your dick and you can eat my pussy like this”, you explain, looking back at Jungkook.

He is quite literally salivating at the view you so mindlessly presented to him.

“Did you get it?” you ask.

His eyes meet yours, he nods vigorously.

“Do you...want this?” you ask, growing more and more nervous the longer you sit in this position.

“Yeah so much”, he croaks and touches your hips to pull you closer.

You lift your hips, cringing when you can feel the wet string of arousal you leave on his chest. But he doesn’t seem to mind, growling deeply as he pulls you closer and closer. It is like the view of your core and ass in those panties flipped a switch in his mind. Shy, hesitant Jungkook is gone and horny, impatient Jungkook replaced him, that’s how it feels like and it excites you so, so much.

“Not so fast, my panties”, you squeak.

“I got it”, he dismisses you, pulling them to the side and pushing your hips down on his face.

“Ah!” you squeal with your head snapping up and your thighs twitching. It is as if you are being electrocuted over and over again. You hadn’t even realised how wet and warm his tongue is until you had it against your clit. He flicks it over your bundle of nerves quickly, moaning into your pussy and massaging your hips. You had expected everything but not for him to go so freaking feral for your pussy. This is a side of him which will haunt you in your wettest of dreams.

“God, Kook”, you moan, grabbing his cock and taking him into your mouth to stifle your sounds. You bop your head up and down, playing with his balls at the same time.

He mewls and presses you closer, tongue speeding up and making you quicken your own pace as well.

What you and he were doing most definitely didn’t win the price for sexiest sixtynining. At one point you had to pause because your buttcheek cramped. At another point Jungkook needed a break because he curled his toes so hard they cramped up too. And it was really sloppy and messy and also clumsy, but it felt really good to both of you and that was all that mattered. You didn’t need awards for sexiest performance when simply being with the other felt so incredibly rewarding.

You roll off of him with your limbs sprawled out. You are literally aching in the desire to climax, even taking a breath hurts. But you didn’t want to climax on his face because this would have taken way too much courage, which you didn’t own. So you rolled off at the last moment, leaving both of you aching.

Jungkook stumbles to his knees and crawls between your legs. His face is still drenched in your juices as he bends down to kiss you. Your taste mixes with his in an addicting cocktail, making both of you moan and mewl. His hands are basically groping you, squeezing whatever part of your body finds itself under them. It is so good.

“I want even more”, he breaks the kiss and says. He runs his right hand down to your panties, pulling them off quickly. They land somewhere on the floor and then your attention shifts to his hand running along your inner thighs.

“I want more too”, you say and reach down to touch his cock. You pull him closer.

“Wait”, he flinches back, “condom.”

“Good that you remember, my brain is already mush because of you.”

He laughs shyly, “I almost forgot too.”

You sit up, making him rest on his heels. It is so peculiar to have him sitting on your bed with his cock standing hard and proud against his toned stomach and his chin glistening in your juices. But even more than peculiar it was exciting. You never even dared to dream that one day you would have the cute, shy Taekwondo student, who you share art history with, on your bed in such a position.

You break your eyes away before you stare too much. It is still a little scary to do it so freely.

“Don’t judge me, but I bought a few different condoms just in case”, you explain and reach for your bedside drawer, “I got the ultra thin ones, but in different sizes because I didn’t know which one would fit you”, you place them in front of him, “here, I think you know your penis better than I do.”

You cringe in realisation.

“Please act like I didn’t just say penis. This is such an unsexy word.”

He laughs and takes the condom packages.

“Everything you say is sexy”, he assures you, reading the packages, “here, this one will fit me”, he says and hands it to you.

“You need to put it on”, you hand it back to him.

“Oh yeah”, he cringes, “I’m such an idiot. Wait, let me just quickly do it.”

You watch him as he struggles and fails.

“My fingers are slippery”, he laughs nervously.

You watch intently.

“Almost got it”, you say in encouragement.

It slips off again, making both of you gasp in surprise. He catches it and tries again, only to fail under your intense gaze.

“P-please don’t stare so much”, he stutters, blushing.

“God sorry”, you close your eyes and turn away, “I’m such a creep.”

Jungkook works in silence for a moment until he finally cheers in victory.

“It’s on! I did it!”

You turn and look.

“It looks comfortable.”

“Yes it feels good. You got the right size.”

Your eyes meet, both of you cringe at the same time. This is so embarrassing to talk about.

“Let’s just don’t talk that much”, he suggests and scoots closer.

He pushes you down into the mattress, making himself comfortable between your legs. He leans down to kiss your neck and reaches for his cock. Your breath hitches in your throat at the feeling of his cock rubbing through your folds. He is panting, it mixes with your own nervous breathing.

Your eyes meet and both of you giggle.

“I’m really nervous”, he confesses, smiling shyly.

“Me too”, you agree, retorting the smile.

“It feels really exciting, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, it does.”

He reaches your entrance and starts pushing, watching how your eyes widen slightly. He stops.

“Are you scared that it will hurt?” he asks.

“No, not really”, you grin sheepishly, “I kinda really want to have you inside”, you confess and blush.

“Yes?” he lets out a squeaky giggle, “it’s so weird to hear you talk like this.”

“Weird?”

“Yeah in a good way. It’s so exciting and really hot.”

He draws closer to peck your lips.

“I also want to be inside you”, he whispers in a rasp and it would have sounded so beyond sexy hadn’t he giggled shyly afterwards.

Your eyes meet again, both of you burning up in embarrassment but feeling so, so horny. He starts pushing again, furrowing his brows and holding his breath. It only burns a little at first and it is manageable because after that second of discomfort you feel incredibly warm all over.

“Oh that’s nice”, you say breathily, rolling your hips up in instinct.

He shudders and whimpers, “you’re so warm”, he whines, burying his face in the crook of your neck, “oh my god ___ this is literally so good”, he moans, bottoming out.

“I think so too”, you sigh, wrapping your arms around him because this felt like the only right thing to do.

And it is. Because as Jungkook finally starts moving and his back muscles ripple with every thrust and your neck tingles in the breathy moans he muffles with it, you are so happy about the close proximity you and he were in, that you felt your head become dizzy. And so you pull him even closer, moaning his name and feeling how it makes him twitch inside of you.

“This is so good. Ah, this is so good. So good”, he chants in whispers, floating on the sensations.

“It’s so nice. I like it so much. Don’t stop”, you answer him repeatedly, basking in the electrifying feelings.

And it is peculiar, you once again think, that one day you would be in such a position with the cute and shy Taekwondo student, on whom you had the biggest and silliest crush for the longest time and who so often made your thoughts jumble when he looked at you. And now he is close to you, you can feel his skin on yours and bask in his sweet scent and it isn’t considered creepy anymore because he was now your boy and you in return were his girl.

You twist his hair.

“I’m really close”, you moan, arching into him.

Jungkook reaches between your bodies, finding your clit in an instant and making your legs shake in answer. And it is so peculiar, you think as your body tenses in preparation for your high, that you can call him yours for as long as he wants to be yours.

“Now”, you sigh, stumbling over the edge a second later whilst grasping his shoulders and sobbing his name.

Jungkook follows soon after, clasping you so tightly to his trembling body you fear he might break you by accident.

He finishes with a squeaky moan, littering your neck with kisses before collapsing on top of you. You hug him, outlining the paths of his back and breathing heavily. You like the silence the two of you share and the warmth he radiates. You had wanted to close your eyes, but Jungkook stops you beforehand as he rolls off of you with an exhausted but happy sigh.

You chase him, cuddle against his side and nuzzle your nose against his neck.

“I loved this so much”, you whisper and giggle.

“Me too. It was literally the best thing ever”, he says, caressing your side.

“Yes, it was.”

“What did you like the most? I think my favourite was the kisses and your blowjob and then when I ate your pussy and then when you hugged me and we had sex.”

“So everything?”

“Yeah…” he smiles contently, “...everything.”

You giggle, giving him a squeeze.

“I liked everything too and I like you.”

“I like you too”, he answers without hesitation, squeezing your waist tenderly.

You sigh and finally close your eyes, wanting to drift off to your happy slumber. And you would have if Jungkook hadn’t started to shift all uncomfortably again.

“What is it?” you ask in a sleepy whine.

“My cum is running out of the condom”, he says and shifts again.

You chuckle, rolling away.

“Way to ruin the cuddles, condom”, you joke, making him laugh.

He nudges your side.

“You should go pee anyway so you don’t get an UTI.”

“Urgh fine, but I want cuddles once I’m back”, you say, dragging yourself out of bed.

“You will get lots and lots!” he calls after you, fumbling with the condom.

Jungkook keeps his promise that night and he even makes out with you sleepily until both of you drift off to the best sleep you ever had.

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Hello Hello!

I just wanted to say I love your fics!

ALSO!

Could I request a CC!SBI X Gn! Insomniac Reader! Where the reader is an insomniac (Obviously-) but is somehow a pro at MC!

Like they are basically god at the game! They also REALLY enjoy horror games! They don’t get scared easily and LOVE horror movies! They basically love anything horror/creepy-

ANYWAYS!!

The reader lives off of ramen and Monster energy drinks (For fun-)! They have a Twitch (Which has about 18 mil followers and 14 mil subs!) and a YouTube channel (Which has 20 mil followers!)

They mainly play horror games (Obviously-) and MC!

You can do headcanons or scenarios/images with the SBI! Maybe like playing a horror game together or MC? OR! Maybe some things they do together? Or when they meet up? Or-to many ideas Nightmare-

ANYWAYS!

I don’t really care! And don’t worry about taking too long on it!

ALSO!

Maybe we could be friends? Only if you want too!

Remember to eat, drink, and get enough sleep!

Yes. I lovesthese ideas and I'm gonna choose headcannons due to they are a bit easierfor me to write.

And yes I'm perfectly fine with being your friend! I'm actually happy to make friends on this app so yeah!

Pronouns:nonbinary

Tw: cussing. Insomia, mentions of horror movies. Mention of horror games. Fluff.

SBI with a horror streamer friend head cannons.

*Ahem* tommy wanted to paly a game with you so you choose a game that didn't look like horror until the middle. He screamed at the jump scare and it made both of your chats so happy.

When phil decides to play with you there is literally a silence after a jump scare. Everyone thought he had a heart attack and honestly so did you until he spoke up about accidently hitting his mute button when he jumped.

Wilbur. He's a bit better then tommy but more scared then phil would be. Any little noise won't get him but when it starts to get noticeable the noiseless to him. The jump scare, he'd fall out of his seat and stay on the ground for a bit. You ask if he's good and he literally doesn't answer. He's dead. You killed him. Congrats.

Techno. He'd handle them a bit better then everyone else. Not as good as you but heisnt very paranoid. He literally runs at the noises trying to get jumpscared. While you run after him telling him to stop because if he doesn't then you'd lose and die. And technoblade never dies.

If you all play together both tommy and wilbur pussy out. Techno last the longest and phil the second longest. While you remain the ruler of horror games.

Now how you all met was dream invited you to the dream smp to add to the chaos. Needless to say it got extremely chaotic due to you being on almost 24 hours. You first ran into techno. He seemed confused and skeptical.

You both found eachothers love for potatoes. You set up camp quote close to techno but not too close.

Phil popped in when he needed something for a build and noticed a new name. Talked to you in chat and asked to join your VC. You both found each other talking for a bit.

Wilbur was next. Wilbur got curious over the new person and just hoppedinto the same VC as you techno and phil. He was quick to realize that you were a famous youtuber. Mainly for your horror videos and your extreme Parkcore skills.

In minecraft that is.

Tommy noticing that all of you were in the same VC joined in with shouting. He was low key jealous that everyone was obsessed with you. Then he saw why.

You literally cracked jokes at his shouting.

"Is that an angry pomeranian? Nah nah. It's an angry child. Even better an angry blonde!" - you.

He was shocked and immediately started joking and laughing with you. He wasn't fully angry for long.

Now about your diet. When they heard that you had only eaten ramen and drank angry drinks they were concerned. You lived quite close to techno so when you guys met up he was shocked that you looked as healthy as you did.

He hated the fact that you literally didn't eat anything else.

You told him occasionally you have something other then ramen but you were just too lazy to really cook anything and that you didn't feel like burning the house down.

One month phil, tommy, wilbur, and techno decided to organize a month long sleep over so that they could celebrate your birthday. Phil being quote the father figure cooked different, but easy dinners every night just so you didn't eat only ramen that day.

When they actually arrived though you got a text from Phil asking about your address in your dms. Not think much of it you just sent him your location.

You were going to take a small nap. Just to bost your energy before you went and streamed later that night.

As you were sleeping there was a car heading to your house.

Phil, wilbur, tommy, and techno were all just existing in the car. And when they arrived to your house they didn't expect to actually see a clean house.

You woke to a loud knock.

When you opened the door in your half dazed state you expected a package. But to see four people standing on your porch.

You nearly jumped out of your skin.

You were stuck there blinking at them.

Finally snapping out of it you let them in. Confused on why in the ever loving fuck they were here.

Phil explained they were here to celebrate your 21st birthday and they were here for a month.

You stared at them for a while. Confused on what to do since you haven't had people over in almost 2 years.

But you got use to it.

So when you got done streaming and smelled something other then ramen you were thrown off guard. Like what was that. I haven't smelled that in years.

But after the second day you got use to it too.

For your birthday phil literally made a feast.

Like he found your favorite food other then ramen and cooked it. With that he prepared everything you could dream of.

Your sleeping habits. Let's dig into those.

I'm in no place to talk as right now it's 3:05 in the morning. And here I am.

But when they are over they don't let you stay up till no 3-4 in the morning. They all know the importance of sleep.

But there are those nights where no once can sleep and it results in a late night stream. And streaming for hours none the less.

The amount of accidental all nighters everyone has pulled was immense. But that's what happens with jet lag, adhd, and insomnia.

Literally you get tired randomly. Sleep for only 3 hours. Wake up. Drink coffee, energy drinks, highly caffeinated tea. And don't sleep till late at night.

Pillow forts.

It's a must and it happens. Horror movies, pillow forts, and snacks. Like you all are in this massive fort, watching horror movies, one by one you all are falling asleep. You and techno were the last up due to technos active mind and your body not letting you sleep.

You two literally just vide there, changing the movies from horror to some silly animated movies, like how to train your dragon, frozen, Luca, and many others.

You two pull an all nighter and it's actually a bet to see how long anyone else takes to notice.

You bet an hour. Techno says all day.

You won. Philza notices the worse eye bags under both you and technos eyes and immediately starts scolding.

He is papa bird and he won't let anyone of his children neglect their needs.

"Did you even drink water at all? You guys should of been sleeping not binge watching horror movies all night!" -philza

You could only offer a smirk, along with a laugh.

"I think we did I just can't fully remember. Also we were watching animated films. Not horror. Surprised you didn't wake up to let it go." - you.

You turn to techno.

"You owe me 15 bucks pig boy!"-you again.

Handing you the money he rolls his eyes. "Yeha yeah. Rub it in." -techno.

Ah yeah they found a horror game that you were scared of surprisingly. It was actually surprisingly you hadn't played it yet.

Outlast.

You had been holding off that game until you finished your other one but here you were. Bored out of your mind.

So you decided fuck it.

That game teriffed the shit out of you. It was so good though.

When you screamed they all came rushing up due to the fact that you never scream.

They say you out of your chair, on the floor, blinking. They thought you were hurt.

But you sat up and looked at your computer.

"Damn. That was actually really good." When you looked behind you and found the boys all staring you smiled and waved.

"You need something?"-you

"You screamed. We heard a thud. We thought you fuckin died!" -tommy.

"No I'm alive. My soul almost divorced my body but it's still quite here."-you

That day made highlights.

The popular y/n actually got jump scared. The one person who never screamed at horror games screamed.

When they left you were sad yes but they were still your best friends. Ready to talk when ever you want.

Sometimes I think that you guys talk all through out the night. Them forgetting that you were actually in a different time zone.

Sometimes they pop into your streams, be it MC, horror, you just talking to your fans, or even the once in the blue moon, cheerful games.

They just pop in and start talking to you. And you talk back like they were there since the beginning.

Phil is now one of your moderators too. Along with tommy, wilbur, and techno. When they pop in they make sure no one picks on you.

And since you are now close to the SBI. You are now part of it.

You didn't choose the fans did. But they are your new family. No matter what.

Even if they disagree with your eating habit.

Or energy drink addiction.

Or insomnia.

Or you mainly playing horror games.

Or you basically living in your streaming room.

Or even the nearly 24 hour streams.

I could go on but I'm not gonna.

I'm tired. But I can sleep. 2 days and I get to have a tour of my new school.

And it took so long to finally get into it.

We have been going through a huge hassle even before school started to get me enrolled.

And then we had to get me into this program.

But now on Monday I get to go in. Get a tour. Then start either Tuesday or Wednesday.

Anyway hope you liked. It's now 3:50 and it's no proof read I'm sorry

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wrixthesley · 3 years

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Trap | A. Arlert

cw: drug use(weed) drug dealer! Armin, coercion, dubcon, degradation, finger sucking, oral (f receiving), cream pie, unprotected sex, spitting, mentions of baby trapping, self-indulgent

wc: 3.9k

[10:45p] Talk to Armin

You’re not sure what to say back, you want to laugh almost. You want to ask Eren if this is a joke for turning him down last week when he delivered your weed to you. You didn’t think it was that deep when you rejected him, the next text you get from him is Armin’s number.

He’s really serious.

You don’t reply. Not really in the mood to ask him why he won’t sell to you or what’s wrong with him. Instead you tap on the contact he sent you, saving it into your phone and replacing Eren’s spot.

You text him first asking if it’s Armin and explaining you got his contact from Eren. You figured they’d know each other, why else would Eren give you his number?

[11:00p] Hi! It’s me! What can I do for you?

You stifle a laugh, this is the guy you’re supposed to buy from? You know it’s awkward texting someone new for drugs but you’re almost ready to give up when he texts you again.

[11:03p] Eren just told me what you usually get, you want to meet me or should I bring it to you?

Usually you’d be in favor of getting anything you buy brought to you, but you figured it would be safer to meet him instead. Can’t have a stranger knowing where you live and your location is always on for your closest friends. You’ll be sure to text one of them before heading out.

Armin texts you an address of where to meet him. You’re quick to grab a jacket and slip your shoes on before heading out to meet him. You have half a mind to change into sweatpants before you leave but you don’t know how Armin is about being late and you don’t really feel like asking around for someone else to buy from.

The start of your drive is usual, listening and glancing to the directions of your gps to guide you across town. Recognizing that the further you go, the nicer the houses get, the bigger they get, and the more expensive they get. You almost text him to double check if you’re going the right way when it finally hits you.

You’ve met Armin before.

You were most likely fucked from a night of drinking or smoking, or both. You remember how he hung around Eren at a party and how he had on a stupid blue cardigan that matched his eyes. He looked like he didn’t even fit in with anyone. Just some cute, preppy kid running around with his family’s money, probably mixed in with the wrong crowd. It’s no wonder you’re pulling up to a nice house and of course there’s no wonder that there's a parade of cars here. You can see the numerous people with red solo cups in their hands, some stumbling, and the majority of them laughing at the antics of everyone else.

You almost want to leave when someone knocks on the window causing you to jump.

“Holy shit.” You roll your window down enough to be met with blue eyes. It’s Armin.

“Hey, uh, I have your stuff but you’re gonna have to come inside or wait out here.”

You only nod in response, not really giving him the solid answer he’s looking for.

“So are you cool waiting here orrr?”

“I’ll go inside, sorry.” You roll your window back up, taking the keys to your car and double checking to make sure it locks before following Armin inside the house.

The crowd of people outside pales in comparison to the sea of bodies inside of his house. Music blaring and your vision immediately falls to the sweaty bodies dancing in the middle of the huge living room. You continue to look around, watching in awe of how easily people let loose after a couple drinks or hits from a joint. You’re tempted to join them, that is until you make out Eren’s form holding a rolled joint up to Mikasa’s lips. You watch as she hesitantly leans forward and inhales before coughing while Eren laughs. You look away before he can see you, still following Armin before he offers his arm out to you.

“Last fuckin’ time I let Eren throw a ‘small’ party here.”

You laugh a little, holding onto Armin while he leads you upstairs. There are fewer people upstairs, some sitting around to get away from the crowd. Others start to roll a joint before they scramble to put their papers and weed away when they see Armin. He doesn’t pay them any attention, instead, he tells a couple looking for an unlocked room to ‘fuck off’ before unlocking the door to what you think is his room.

Inside everything is organized, you expected it to be. I mean this was Armin you were following, cute Armin with all of his white collared button-ups and cardigans. You don’t recall if you’ve ever seen him in a t-shirt, you watch as he fumbles around by his nightstand, still wary before he encourages you to come in and please shut the door behind you.

He tells you to have a seat on his bed, asking you if you can roll or if you want him to roll a joint for the both of you. You don’t really give him an answer before he finds his tray adorned with wrapping papers, a grinder, and more weed on it. He hands you your baggie of weed telling you that he doesn’t mind sharing his, you don’t know that he only shares his weed with girls he wants to fuck. He loves when new girls like you hit him up for bud, not worried in the slightest bit because Armin isn’t like Eren those sleazy drug dealers, he’s kind and cute.

Your eyes wander to the little bedside table where the drawer isn’t closed all the way and you can see all types of bags full of weed, you can see the scale that his weed was sitting on, and you can make out a smaller bag full of what you can only assume is molly. Part of you wants to ask why he spends his time selling, you’re in awe of his house and you’re sure that his family has more than enough for him to live comfortably.

Lithe fingers roll the joint together before his tongue peeks out of his mouth to ensure it stays together.

“Got a lighter?”

You nod, reaching into the pocket of your jacket and handing it to him. His hand envelops yours and his touch makes butterflies awaken in your stomach. You’re quick to smother them, telling yourself you’re only here for the weed and now a quick smoke session. Nothing else.

Ever the gentleman, he offers you the first hit, gently placing the joint between your lips despite your efforts to take it from him. He holds the lighter at the end and you study his face before you can finally inhale. The smoke makes the back of your throat burn, you cough a little and Armin laughs before plucking the joint from you and placing it on his lips. He inhales, the end lighting up in a bright orange while he takes off the cardigan he’s wearing.

“Sorry, it’s getting stuffy.” He says before passing the joint back to you, thankfully, he hands it to you this time. You take a longer drag, staring at the pretty veins on his arms and realizing how strong he might actually be. He isn’t like Eren, you think, he’s comfortable in the silence and you feel relieved that you no longer have to text his best friend for your drugs, not when Armin is better at responding and willing to smoke you out even if it’s just this time.

You take another hit, enjoying the feeling of your limbs growing heavy and your head swirling in bliss. You feel weightless yet heavy and you’re amazed at how only three hits has you feeling this way. It’s way better than anything Eren has ever given you.

“Armin” you say, mouth going completely dry when you notice that he’s unbuttoned part of his shirt and you can see his abs peeking through when you stretch your hand out to him holding the joint. He’s happy to take it from you, watching as you slowly grow even more comfortable on his bed, toeing your shoes off before letting your jacket fall off your shoulder revealing your little tank top you wear to bed. He takes one last hit before he tells you to finish it.

You’re not sure you can finish it, looking at the camera on your phone and seeing how glazed over your eyes look. Armin tells you to get comfortable, it’s fine. He’ll make sure that no one comes in to bother either of you.

Just trust him.

He watches as you bring the remainder of the joint back up to your lips, watching as you take hit after hit and giggling when you blow smoke on accident in his face, or when you accidentally lean a little too far forward into his own personal space. You even have the audacity to look up at him and say that you’re not even that high.

Oh but if you could see yourself through his eyes, you’re absolutely fucking baked. Pretty eyes glazed and red rimmed while you drink the water bottle he offers you, watching as a small droplet makes its way down from the corner of your mouth. You put the bottle down, “s’kay Min.” You slur and he knows he’s got you.

He reaches over and wipes the water away and you swear he’s unbuttoning his shirt when you’re not looking because there’s no way he just casually shows that much of himself to you. “You’re so pretty” he whispers, the pad of his thumb grazing over your bottom lip before looking back up into your eyes.

The compliment catches you off guard and you’re not sure if it’s the marijuana that gives you courage or the fact you would do anything to get lost in Armin’s baby blue eyes but you allow your tongue to slip out licking the pad of his thumb before he’s pushing it into your mouth. You immediately suck and Armin finally gives you a smirk that has arousal pooling in your belly. You let go of his finger and he presses his lip against yours, immediately you let his tongue in when you feel it against your lips, your hands finding the remaining buttons on his shirt and quickly pulling it apart.

Armin knows he’s got you where he wants you. Pretty thing like you walking into his house with sleep shorts, tank top, and no bra? He knew you wouldn’t protest when he started to roll the joint for you, knew that you’d smoke the entire joint because you haven’t felt this fucking relaxed in a while. He’d call you pretty while your eyes are all red and your mind seems hazy.

Your hands run along the taut muscles of his abdomen, and he’s pushing you back towards his bed. His thigh slotted in between your thighs and you fight the urge to grind down on it, knowing that he could probably feel how wet you would get just at his fleeting touches that set your skin on fire. He kisses your lips one last time before kissing your neck, teeth nipping at your pulse point just to get you to squirm.

Then he feels it.

The warmth of your pretty little pussy on his thigh and fuck he can’t wait to feel you. He wants a taste, his mouth waters at the thought of your honeyed essence on his tongue and coating his chin, how your hands must feel in his hair and what your breathy moans would sound like panting out his name.

He pulls your shirt up, pinching one of your nipples while wrapping his lips around the other, tongue flicking the hardening bud before continuing his descent on your body. Both of his hands are on your tits while he plants warm kisses along your stomach, making sure to tease along the waistband of your sleep shorts.

He’s quick to adjust the both of you, pulling you closer to the foot of the bed by your ankles before kneeling in between your pussy.

“Armin, wait—” whatever plea you had for him dies in your throat when you feel his nose press along your clothes folds, inhaling your sweet scent. He presses a kiss to it, whispering praises barely loud enough for you to hear. Telling you how pretty you look and asking to let him taste you even though he’s already pulling your shorts and panties down your legs. He groans when your cunt, mutters something about how cute your pretty pussy looks. His knuckle coming up to swipe at your slit, groaning when your slick covers it and how sensitive you are under his touch.

You feel him lick a stripe along your folds, your thighs squishing his face before strong arms come to keep you in place. You’re not allowed to interrupt him, not while he’s enjoying himself.

His lips wrap around your clit, using his fingers to reveal it to him, the sensation has you mewling and arching your back into his face. His tongue swirls around the bundle of nerves until your hands find his hair. Your fingers carding through his soft blonde locks while you beg and plead for more. He lets go of your clit in favor of licking your slit, he moans when he finally gets a taste of you, tongue wandering into your gummy walls while his nose hits your puffy clit over and over again. Your mewls are getting louder and you're begging for more, for something more because you need to cum, he has to let you cum.

Armin pulls away and you sob out to him, “Min, please, need to cum, make me cum, please.”

He can’t say no, not when his chin is covered in your slick and his cock twitches every time you plead and whine his name. He holds your legs apart, delivering a quick slap to the inside of your thigh when you attempt to close them when the pad of his middle finger finds your clit. “Keep you legs open.” He says, voice low and gravely. He doesn’t waste time, inserting his middle finger to his knuckle. The feeling of you tight, velvety walls around his digit makes his dick twitch and serve as an aching reminder that he’s not done with you yet, he won’t let you leave after this. Not until he gets to bury himself deep into the velvet of your pussy.

The muscles of his arm are protruding with the pace he sets as he finger fucks you, his lips wrapped around your clit and he begins to suck and you swear you’re in another fucking dimension with how euphoric you feel. The weed in your system makes you extra sensitive and Armin can feel another gush of your arousal all over his hand.

“Armin, fuck,fuck,fuck!”

“Give it to me, baby, wanna see you cream all over my fingers come on.”

He has to see it, inserting his ring finger and adding to your pleasure when he finds that spongey little spot inside of you that has you arching into his touch again. He takes it has his cue to lick and suck on your abused bud again, watching how pretty you look when your voice fails you and your scream goes silent as you cum around his fingers, eyes crossing as you finally give him what he wants.

“Atta girl, squeezing my fingers so tight.”

He slowly pulls his fingers out, eyes fixed on the translucent strings webbing his fingers together before he stands up. You hear the sound of him undoing his zipper before you register what he’s actually doing. With the strength you have you find his hands, watching as he takes off the remainder of his clothes, throwing them somewhere in his room.

Your mouth goes dry when your eyes land on his cock, you didn’t expect him to be so big, to have a pretty vein adorning either side of his shaft and his tip a pretty shade of bubblegum pink with a bead of precum decorating it.

“Armin, wait” you scoot back from him, “m’ still sensitive” you remind him. Your words are slurred and it doesn’t stop Armin from craning his head down and kissing you. Making you taste yourself while he hooks his hands under your thighs, exposing your pussy to his greedy eyes. “You’ll be okay, just be good for me yeah?”

Those blue eyes meet yours again and you’re positive you’re drowning in them. His pupils blown wide as he aligns himself with your drooling entrance, he hooks your legs over his shoulders, finding your hands and pinning them beside your head. He slowly inches himself forward, reveling in the feeling of your gummy walls stretching around his girth. He fights the urge to cum as your pussy flutters around him, he looks down at you, completely fucked out and eyes beginning to water as he slowly pulls back before thrusting into you again.

He lets go of your hands, one of them pushing your thighs into your chest while he brings the pads of his middle and ring fingers to prod at your lips, “suck” he demands, slowing his thrusts to allow you to wrap your lips around them. You taste yourself on his skin, tongue skillfully running along his nails and swirling around both of them.

“Is this why you texted me? Couldn’t get your stupid cunt fucked by Jaeger?” You don’t reply, still sucking on his fingers while he delivers a harsh snap of his hips against yours, he feels the vibrations of your whine, shoving his fingers further into your mouth a smirking when he feels your throat constrict around them.

“Eren doesn’t like easy sluts like you.”

He roughly pulls his fingers out of your mouth, gripping your cheek harshly and making your skin sticky with your own spit. “Keep your fucking mouth open.” You hear him gathering saliva in his mouth before his spit lands on your tongue. You swallow it without being asked, eyes rolling into the back of your skull when he begins his harsh pace again.

“Wonder what he’d say, if he saw you fucking his best friend right now. He said you were so cute, you know?” Both palms are on the back of your thighs, he’s pushing them impossibly close to your chest and letting his weight fall on top of you with each thrust. “Bet he doesn’t know that a little weed gets you desperate for cock huh?”

“m’not desperate” you slur, he slaps the back of your thighs, sending pleasurable pain shooting through your body. “Want me to call him in here? Have him see you cream all over my fucking cock?”

You nod no, but the way your cunt squeezes Armin’s length lets him know all that he needs to.

“Filthy bitch, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” He cranes his head down again, sloppily kissing you and allowing his tongue to explore your mouth, groaning when he feels your hands pulling his biceps closer to you. You turn your head away from him, sputtering a bit before begging for more, for Armin to fuck you harder, faster.

He doesn’t let you finish your sentence, his pace never faltering as he watches your face contort in pleasure. Mouth falling open and brows knitting together while you moan loud enough for anyone to hear if they were to walk by the door. You can feel the head of his dick kiss your cervix with each thrust, “say my name” he grits.

He can feel your gummy walls fluttering, he knows your close, still sensitive from the previous orgasm and from the weed you smoked earlier. Your mind is spinning and you feel so dizzy, so fucking good as Armin continues to fuck you.

“Armin! Cum inside, fuck, cum inside please!”

Hook, line, sinker.

Who knew that’s a joint is all it took to get you in bed, he almost feels bad that Eren couldn’t get to this point with you. His loss is his gain, he’d make sure that the only name you moan from now on is his, he’ll make sure Eren hears you high pitched squeals for Armin to spill himself inside of you.

“Yeah? You want me to cum inside of you? Fill your pretty little pussy up?” He groans when he feels you squeeze him again, your nails biting into the skin of his forearm as you let out a string of pleads for him to not stop.

“What if I knock you up huh? Give you a fuckin’ baby so all you can think about is me from now on?”

The fear in your eyes spurs him on, his fingers finding your sore clit until he can feel your legs trembling against him. The way he circles your bud paired with his harsh thrusts sends you over the edge, back arching and a silent sob escaping your throat while you gush all over Armin’s cock, “Fuck yeah, give it to me, dirty bitch”

“Armin! Cumming!” You squeal as if he didn’t know, Armin isn’t too far after you, keeping his words and spewing curses out as he empties his hot seed inside of you. You moan pulling Armin in for a kiss while his cock pulsates inside of you, both of you reveling in each other and your highs.

Your breathing labored as he slowly lets your legs fall against the bed. He stays buried inside of you, watching as you fight your sleep.

“Hey, stay with me for a bit, yeah? Gotta clean you up.”

You nod, closing your eyes but listening to him go to his bathroom and coming back with a warm washcloth. The warmth of the washcloth feels good against your skin, Armin adjusts you on his bed before pulling you up and helping you to the bathroom.

“You okay?”

“Mhmm” you hum, looking up at him while he helps you sit down, telling you where everything is before walking out to give you privacy.

He begins to pick up both of your clothes, setting them aside while he adjusts the bed for you to sleep in. He isn’t that heartless, he’s sure he’ll talk to you before you go home tomorrow, even if you manage to slip out before he wakes he knows you’ll be back, after all it’s not like you know anyone else that would sell to you.

He picks up the clothes again, your panties falling onto the floor. He looks up to make sure you’re still in the bathroom so you don’t see where he keeps your panties, it’s not like you would need them anyway.

He throws the rest of the clothes into his laundry basket, finding his phone to look for Eren’s contact.

[2:02am]You’re right, y/n is really cute.

[2:02am] She’s staying with me tonight.

“Who are you texting?”

Your voice startles him, he smiles before getting up to help you into his bed.

“No one important. Trust me”

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allmightluver · 3 years

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**bnha spoilers** I'm just sat here with renewed realisation of what All Might is going through. 40 years. /40 years/ he held and refined that power and dedicated his every waking (and sleeping if Vigilantes is anything to go by) moment towards the goal of defeating AfO and creating a society in which people could feel happy and safe. And now as it turns out AfO is still alive, society is broken and he has given a literal piece of his soul to this young boy leaving himself with only phantoms

Yes. I don’t think people quite grasp what all he’s going through.

It’s been shown recently to us that some, if not most, heroes have underlying ambitions in becoming a hero. Whether for money, glory, fame, popularity, doesn’t matter. They’re ultimately in it for themselves. Toshinori’s intentions from the beginning have been the most pure- he wanted to be a symbol that people can look to and know things will be ok. A symbol of hope. This boy was only around 14 years old when he decided this. What kind of 14 year old sees the world that clearly? Sees that people have no hope, that a veil of darkness covers them. The only thing I can think of is- Toshinori did not have a good childhood. Something had to have happened to a boy that young to stop seeing the joy in life so early, and see the world’s flaws. Truthfully, I believe he was an outcast- due to his quirklessness. Most likely an orphan, perhaps abandoned by his parents, as we’ve never seen him have any family. I do truly believe Toshinori has been alone all his life. I don’t doubt more could have happened to him as a child before he met Nana.

Some may argue that Izuku is the same age, and therefore it shouldn’t be that hard to see why Toshinori wanted to be a hero at such a young age. BUT, Izuku had someone to look up to, ever since he was a child of four years old, to inspire him to be a hero his whole life *cough cough* All Might. Izuku also was quirkless, much like Toshinori, and an outcast because of it (hence where I assume Toshinori was much the same). But ultimately, Izuku wanted to save people because he saw his hero do it. It really wasn’t until Izuku was a bit older, has been in UA, has been on rescue missions, has seen what the heroes see, that I think he’s truly realized how dark the world really is. Toshinori didn’t have that. He didn’t have someone to inspire him as a child, someone to look up to, a hero to inspire him to help others. At that time, heroes hadn’t become as popular as they are in present times. Toshinori saw the world for what it was, on his own, at a tender age. I think that day Nana ran into this blonde hair kid, she eyed him up, noticed his scraggly form, looked into those captivating blue eyes, and saw a man who’s lived through the world’s horrors- experienced the worst it has to offer-, and wants to save everyone he can from the same fate, all in a 14 year old boy.

Then after only a few short years with the woman he saw as his mother, she’s killed in front of him because of his own weakness- he wasn’t strong enough yet to protect her. The only other person his life, Gran Torino, literally abused him. He beat him to a pulp, taking his own emotions out on a teenager, and I doubt Toshinori said anything of it. He probably thought he deserved it. He’s still afraid of Gran Torino to this day, remembering the beatings and expecting more for his failures- even if he doesn’t know what they are surely he’s at fault for something, but he’s the only person who’s stood by his side for this long. Even while at a distance, and spouting nothing but criticisms along the way. But Toshinori had to put aside his own emotions to be that hope for everyone. He left everything he knew to go to a new country on his own, to learn how to be a hero, to be that hope for someone.

Vigilantes showed us just how hard he worked. Toshinori literally stayed awake with no sleep for days on end- 3 in the chapter I’m referencing- because people needed help, people needed saving, and no one else stepped up. He fought villains, rescued civilians, repaired damage, cleared rubble, (even accept and eat food that was against his dietary restrictions after his injury) whatever the public needed, all while draining himself further. He worked himself to the point of exhaustion because he had no help, once literally falling asleep while mid-leap across the city because he simply could go no further.

^^These happen in succession of each other^^

No one stepped up to say “Hey, Mr. Number 1, you’ve been working hard lately. Let me help you!” No one tried to take over his position. Even the Number 2 hero, Endeavor, never tried to take some of his burden. His only goal was to try to be better than All Might in terms of power- he was never trying to be the hero that the people relied on All Might for. Everyone relied on him when things looked grim. He was the back up plan. And all of this happened before Toshinori’s injury.

The only thing he ever wanted to do- help people- he can’t do (at least the way he’s always known how to). The ability to save people has been taken from him in the most gruesome way. He was finally able to fight the man that killed Nana, and in a rage that I’m sure echoed with all of the emotions of the previous users, he smashed that man’s head like a grape. But not without consequence. Several organs are gone. The pain is excruciating. He wears that man’s mark on his body for the rest of his life, never truly able to rid himself of the filth.

Then we have Nighteye’s betrayal. The man that helped him as a sidekick, the man that grew to be his only friend. Now some people may ask why Toshinori flipped like he did to Nighteye looking into his future when he was concerned about him making it through his injury. What I believe is Toshinori didn’t want to know when he would die (and really, who does). Now he knows he’s on a time limit, knows the clock is ticking. Time is running out to keep the world at peace, and with him as he is now, how long can this go on?

I think the betrayal, doing something that Toshinori specifically asked him not to do, is what hurt the most. How can he trust Nighteye anymore? He already can only count on one hand the people he can trust, let alone befriend.

He’s wasted away into a skeleton, a shell of the man he used to be. He can’t over exert himself without his only lung bleeding in protest. It’s canon in the side books that he really doesn’t eat much, which isn’t good for his diet without a stomach now (he’s supposed to have several small meals a day). He is quite literally punishing himself by starving. (Granted, he doesn’t feel hunger anymore.) He’s a sick man, beyond medical help at this point. They can only stabilize him and hope for the best. For five years now he’s in constant pain, every day. He loses blood like sweat. Surely his veins are bruised and collapsed with how many times he would have needed to be hospitalized. Whether from losing too much blood, being too dehydrated or starved from “forgetting” to eat, or an organ failing as body continues to fall apart. “...even as my body rots and grows frail...” - Toshinori People are bound to stare at him as he walks down the street. A tall, willowy, skeleton with a grimace on his face and blood stains on his clothes as he coughs up more into his own hands. There would be the ones who outright ignore him when they walk by, the people who offer pitying smiles and sympathetic glances or just outright stare, and then ones who are afraid of his appearance- children screaming at the mere sight of him and running to their parents to hide from the monster. Each one is another knife in Toshinori’s side, an ache in his chest. If only they knew who I really am.

Losing Nighteye took a toll on his hero work as well. Mirai was a huge help in the past, and took care of all Toshinori’s paperwork, while also reminding him to take care of himself. Without him, Toshinori was even more buried beneath his responsibilities. Plus, now he was on a time limit. He even snapped briefly in his first meeting with Tsukauchi, accidentally revealing himself as All Might because he was under too much pressure, and telling the detective he literally couldn’t handle doing everything by himself (who graciously took over the paperwork side of things for him).

He was living a double life now, having to lie to people left and right about who he was while in his small form, about how he became so sickly, why he was here in the first place who the heck is this skinny old guy. Surely he had multiple visits to the doctor while continuing to repair the damage done by AFO (there’s a limit to how much the body can handle at once. And things I’m sure continued to fail as time went on). Then he would be bedridden for as long as the doctors could keep him strapped to a bed, until he couldn’t take the people’s cries for help any longer, and would jump into action. (It’s also revealed he has something of a super hearing- able to hear danger- which may have been a form of danger sense of OFA that was never fully unlocked?. Either way, he surly could sense disasters happening while he could only lay and heal from his latest surgery. Those poor doctors must have had to re-stitch him several times). People blame him for not preparing society for his retirement, that he failed in passing on the torch so to speak, but in reality he did everything possible to keep society from falling for 40 years, doing all within his power just to keep things afloat. He is only one person. One human being, he can’t do everything despite trying to. Society failed All Might.

People blame him for not being a good teacher. He didn’t exactly have the greatest teacher himself to learn from. He’s never had to teach anyone anything, he just punches! He’s learning. And for his own credit, he’s an incredibly wise man, he has years of experience under his belt, and an intelligence score of 6/6, scoring up there with Nezu! He may not always have the right way to bring something up, but he’s doing his best. Yet even he blames himself for Izuku not being able to control his quirk better. Every time the boy hurts himself, it’s just another tally on the chalkboard of Toshinori’s failures. He himself knows the boy deserves better, better than him. Useless. Pathetic.

Then his friend from America, Dave, essentially became a villain trying to preserve Toshinori’s legacy after Toshinori told him about his injury. Dave went behind his back, threatened people, injured people (pretty sure people died), all for Toshinori’s sake. Something he didn’t want to begin with. Having to put your only other friend in jail for trying to help you surely couldn’t have been easy.

Oh, by the way? All For One isn’t dead. All Might will fight him again, publicly, have his weakened form exposed to the world, and have his own emotions toyed with as he finds out about his master’s grandson in the villain’s hands. Would Nana hate him for leaving her son alone like she’d asked, and dooming her grandchild to be raised by the greatest villain? Could he have done anything to save him? But Toshinori isn’t allowed to feel, he has to smile and push his own feelings aside once again, because there’s a villain to be fought, and only he can fight him. Despite coming out on top, he’ll have suffered severe head trauma, broken left arm, destroyed right arm, and several cuts and bruises that are sure to scar. And then, his quirk, the only thing that’s been allowing him to help people, the gift given to him that he carefully held for 40 years and molded into his own until his very consciousness was permanently carved into it, blows out like a match in the wind. And he’s done. Used up. Empty. Broken. Hollow. Alone, again.

He overhears his student, Bakugo, admit that he blames himself for All Might’s retirement. If he hadn’t been captured, All Might wouldn’t have had to save him, and he wouldn’t have had to fight AFO. Of course Toshinori knows that’s not true, his time was about to run out anyway. It would have happened one way or another. But how can he explain to this child that he wasn’t the cause of his hero, the world’s greatest hero, fighting for his sake, bleeding for his sake, being forced into retirement to keep him safe. Every time Bakugo sees the bandages covering Toshinori’s body is another reminder of the pain and sacrifice Toshinori willingly gave to keep him safe. Toshinori wasn’t held when his mentor died. He wasn’t told it was ok to be sad, that grief and mourning was a natural process, that it takes time to heal. He wasn’t told it was ok to cry. Instead his feelings were beaten out of him as he wondered if Gran Torino blamed him for Nana’s death. He already blamed himself How then, does he comfort a child mourning for him? For what he lost.

And then he gets the call to come to the hospital. Mirai, Nighteye, his old sidekick friend, has been gravely injured, much like he himself was only a few years ago, and most likely won’t survive the night. And to his horror, Nighteye is happy to see him, smiles at him, says he doesn’t hate him for what happened, only wants Toshinori to be happy. He can’t accept that, at least let him apologize, reconcile his sins before it’s too late! But it is. Another fractured piece of his heart gone.

Of course, seeing your students beat up and their arms completely destroyed must have hurt. Instead of being able to save these kids, they’re the ones that hurt themselves to save everyone else. And if Bakugo had kept OFA, things could have been very different (especially with what we know now of OFA and people with quirks). Toshinori wasn’t mad at Izuku for transferring it away, he’d never regret choosing Izuku, and I believe he still would have stayed by Izuku and Bakugo’s side should it have stayed in Bakugo, doing whatever he could to help.

As he tells Aizawa, “I’ve decided to live,” -that statement seems so melancholy, besides obvious reasons. It sounds more like another task he has to accomplish. He didn’t die he was supposed to die with the AFO fight, and now the whole life he lived is over. The world has no use for him anymore. If not for Izuku, he’d have nothing left keeping him here. But because his boy made him promise to live, he’ll do so. Though it almost seems like he says those words with regret. “I’ve decided to live.” Not, “I’m going to live!” “Nothing can kill me!” “I won’t go down without a fight!” No. “I’ll live if I have to, only because you asked me to.” The man is obviously and outwardly depressed. He has so many things against him. No doubt has severe PTSD, anxiety, among others. Not to mention his own physical health. Every day hurts. It’s painful to be alive. Why would he torture himself if he doesn’t have to? For you, my boy. You’re the only thing keeping me here. The only light in my dark world.

He tries to help Izuku find out the previous holder’s quirks, to help his boy in any way he can now that he’s worthless, and goes days on end without sleep, running his body into the ground. He even forgets Christmas. Only to find that by giving the boy the same gift he had received, he may have just doomed him to an early death, among psychological torture (danger detection). (Granted, he really doesn’t know how everything works, and he’s afraid to talk to anyone about it). His boy could live only half a life.

It’s only been a few months since he retired, and society has fallen into shambles. People are blaming him. People are dying. He watches helplessly as his colleague fight his fight for him, and end up battered, bruised, crippled, dead. He students, his boy, battle the monster he should have killed. Children are bleeding. This shouldn’t happen. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Is everything he worked for, everything he fought to protect, to build up, to inspire, is all for naught?! Did he live a foolish dream and doom the world? Was all the the friends he lost, tears he shed, the organs he destroyed, the pain he endures on a daily basis from the hole in his side, and the blood he continues to bleed every day, for nothing? The public, the ones he protected for so long, mourn his absence, but surely there are those among them who also blame him. The statue from his last fight in Kamino one that he never asked for was decimated in a mock of his catch phrase- the one that was supposed to give hope.

Now he can feel his own vestige speaking with Izuku in the OFA realm, even with out OFA in his own body anymore. His clock as nearly reached it’s limit, Nighteye’s prediction is due any day now. The only thing he wants is to see his boy smile at him, to give him some shred of hope. Yet the child remains unconscious, and Toshinori can’t even hold his hand from the bandages covering his arms. Will he still be able to fight? Is there any coming back from this now? Did I break him?

With all Toshinori has been through, I’m honestly surprised we haven’t seen him just outright break down. Anyone, anyone, else should have crumbled under the pressure of holding up the world for 40 years alone. And instead of being able to pass it on to someone when he can no longer bear its weight, it simply falls to into the abyss. People don’t credit All Might enough for everything he’s done. Most don’t realize the sacrifices he’s made. His character is so unbelievably profound and deep, it’s more than just the “I am here!” people focus on. He’s a deeply troubled, layered, complex character. And I can’t find fault within him.

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Imagine being Azula’s friend but secretly dating Zuko behind her back

One of the first things you and Azula bonded over was your annoying brothers. Azula told you how her brother had stolen one of her best friends away from her and you related to that. Your twin brother was none other than Sokka of the water tribe, who was also very popular with women. Most of the women you knew liked him, from Yue to Toph to Suki to Ty lee! It sometimes felt like you were the second attraction in a friendship and so you and Azula quickly became close over your shared frustrations.

Then....you betrayed her.

Well, betrayal is a bit dramatic but maybe not given how upset she'd been when Mai and Zuko started dating. You knew that had been hard for Azula to process. How difficult it had been wondering if her friends really liked her or just wanted access to her brother. So when you started liking Zuko you didn’t plan on acting on it at all. Then Mai broke up with him.

Zuko was around at yours quite often, whenever he visited the water tribe he stayed in your home and when you visited the fire nation he extended the same hospitality. So throughout the years, you just naturally got closer and closer until....it happened. You started hanging out just the two of you and these occasions felt very date-like until Zuko just outright asked you out. You liked him and told yourself one date was fine, what harm could a single date do? But then as you kept seeing each other and one date soon progressed into many many more you knew your time to do the right thing and tell Azula you were dating her brother was approaching.

However the idea of doing that idea terrified you. You guessed Azula wouldn’t take it well and didn’t want to lose your friendship with her because of your relationship with Zuko. You wouldn’t break up with Zuko just to make her happy but you also didn’t want to lose Azula’s friendship, so when Katara’s birthday arose you were fairly nervous. There was going to be a large party and all of Katara’s friends were coming...which included Zuko and Azula. You hadn’t been together with everyone since you and Zuko started dating so you had no idea how it would feel. The whole time you and Zuko would have to convincingly act like you weren’t a couple and not make anyone at the party suspicious of the two of you. So when Zuko’s ship got in you fixed your eyes on Azula and tried not to stare at him any more than usual. You greeted him formally and didn’t admire him as you usually would. You fell in step with Azula and decided just to focus on her. It wasn’t hard, you were best friends and very close...however fate was not on your side. You got seated across from him at dinner which felt like some sick punishment and struggled not to get lulled into conversation with him. It didn’t help that Zuko was in a playful mood. He kept making comments about the things you’d done on your date and then sending you sly looks across the table. When you met his eye he smirked blatantly and you lightly kicked him under the table. That only made Zuko chuckled and look adorable so you sighed and decided to just keep your eyes down the whole time to survive dinner.

However, Zuko had no intention of stopping his teasing. After dinner you set about preparing the party for Katara tomorrow and having sent Sokka, Aang, Suki, Azula and Toph on their assigned jobs turned to your job of decorating. You were hanging streamers in the living room when you felt a hand curl around your waist. “Need some help there?” Zuko asked moving closer and he leaned up over you to hang it. “I could have done that myself” you smiled turning to face him and Zuko shrugged “I know you could’ve, but then I wouldn’t have been able to do this”. Zuko gently kissed your neck trailing down to your collar bone making you sigh. “Zuko...stop” you said faint heartedly and Zuko sensed that smirking "I don’t want to and you don’t want me to either, I can tell by how softly you said my name" he smiled "it’s been so long since we’ve had any time together". Your skin erupted in goosebumps and a shiver went down your spine as Zuko pressed closer against you. But you knew how badly this could end if literally anyone walked in. So swiftly you grabbed Zuko’s hands and twisted your way out of them. You held them tightly in one hand so he couldn’t try and slink around you again and used the other to make him look at you "Zuko we can’t okay, not on this trip. God knows i want to, i’ve missed you too but there’s too much that could go wrong i’m sorry". Zuko sighed but nodded his head "don’t worry i understand". Zuko’s shoulders sagged and you knew your insistance on keeping this quiet was difficult for him. "Thank you for understanding" you said hugging him quickly "i know it can’t be easy for you and I appreciate the effort you're going to for me". Zuko smiled resting his head on top of yours "it’s fine, i’d do a lot more for you if you asked but promise me it won’t always be like this....we will tell everyone soon?". You gulped but nodded pulling away "i promise, i will tell Azula...soon!". Zuko nodded “I believe you” and let his hands drop away from you. Not a moment later Sokka and Aang appeared in the room making the two of you jump. “Zuko just the man we need! We were thinking of making an ice sculpture, fancy some fire bending?”. Zuko nodded “sure” and with a last glance to you left the room.

Hours later the party preparations finished you returned to your room which you were sharing with Azula for her visit. “Sokka made me blow up balloons” she said angrily “something about fire benders being full of hot air”. You smirked at your brother’s nerve when Azula’s next sentence wiped it off your face. "Also I think Zuko’s dating someone again" Azula said softly and you paused. "Ow really?" you asked and she nodded "he’s been spending a suspicious amount of time in the southern water tribe lately. Lots of visits which he claims are diplomatic but I can’t work out what he actually does here! He doesn’t know that many people and so it got me thinking, y/n do you think your brother and mine....". "No Sokka's still with Suki" you said shaking your head. Azula sighed “and it’s obviously not Katara, she and Aang are basically married, have you seen him hanging around anyone else? He doesn’t know many people so it should be easy to spot". You paused pretending to think but were really just trying to buy yourself time. "Honestly i don’t pay much attention to him when he visits" you said cleverly covering your back "but i will from now on and let you know". "Thank you y/n" Azula smiled. You smiled back relieved Azula didn’t suspect anything and let out a large breath you’d been holding for this entire conversation. You were now more than ready for sleep and got into bed hurriedly. You laid your head on your pillow and closed your eyes utterly exhausted.

"Goodnight y/n" Azula called and you nodded. You were very sleepy and after a long yawn smiled "good night Zuko".

You realised the name you’d said seconds after it came out of your mouth.

You froze

As did azula.

"Did you just call me Zuko...". You blinked "did i? I’m sure i said Azula". Azula was quiet for 2 seconds before she shot up "it’s you!" she cried "you're the one my brother’s dating!". "No Azula that’s crazy!!! We'd just been discussing Zuko, that’s why he was on my mind!". Azula shook her head "you're lying! I can tell by the tone of your voice! You’re the new girlfriend aren’t you?". You sighed "Azula i’m sorry i was going to tell you...". "I can’t believe you" Azula yelled and suddenly the door opened. "What’s wrong?" Sokka and Zuko asked bursting in “we heard yelling” and Azula glared. "You! Couldn't just have Mai huh? Had to take another one of my friends? How about when you’re done with y/n you try things with Ty lee?". "Ow she told you...." Zuko frowned awkwardly. "No i worked it out!” Azula spat “Y/n accidentally uttered your name because she’s so lovesick" Azula cried "you both make me sick" and she strode away slamming the front door hard as she exited the house.

After Azula left you all looked at one another unsure what to do or say next. "So...you two are a thing?" Sokka asked and Zuko paused "yes...is your reaction going to be as bad as Azula’s or can i go deal with her?". Sokka shook his head "go deal with her before she burns the village down”. Zuko went to move past Sokka when your brother put a hand to his chest "but come back and see me after, me and Katara will want to talk to you about dating our sister". Zuko surprisingly looked intimidated and nodded "I'll be right back". "Zuko wait i should come too" you called "this is as much my fault as yours". Zuko nodded "let’s go" and led you outside into the cold night after Azula.

You found Azula trekking in the snow and as she wasn’t in proper shoes you gained on her quickly. “Azula!” you called and she jumped. She looked around and glared “ow look the happy couple, how nice of you to grace me with your presence”. Zuko rolled his eyes “only you’d be so attention-seeking to make this about you”. “Attention seeking? Who’s the person who can’t form his own friendships or respect boundaries? No always have to date my friends, is it some weird way for you to gain power over me? A sad way to boost your ego?”. As Zuko and Azula went to square up to each other you stepped between them. “Alright enough the both of you! Zuko please go back to the house, i’ll handle this”. “But she...”. “Zuko please” you said sharply and he nodded “fine” and with a glare left. You watched him go before turning back to Azula. You’d been about to suggest you go home given that Azula was surely freezing out here in the middle of the night but Azula broke into a rant. "Everyone leaves me for him" she cried "Mai! My uncle! Mother! Even my father...after i was smarter, a better fire bender, more loyal and younger he still gave Zuko every little chance and only crowned me after Zuko literally ran away! When will i be good enough people don’t just choose him without a second thought for me?". "Azula i didn’t choose Zuko over you! Just because i like Zuko doesn’t mean i don’t like you still". "That may be true but this changes our friendship completely, it did with Mai! People always prioritise their partners over their friends so i’ll be second best once again". "Are you kidding?" you asked "Azula now i need you more than ever! Relationships aren’t when you ditch your friends, they’re when you need them the most! Who else are you going to go to for a break or a nice getaway? Who else is going to support and love you in only the platonic way a friend can? Who else can i complain about Zuko to when he annoys me or we fight?" you asked "they’re all things you need your friends for! Desperately and that’s going to be the same for me". "But when Mai dated him...". "But i’m not Mai" you smiled softly "Azula we are good friends, i won’t sideline you because of this. You mean just as much to me now as before i started dating Zuko". Azula huffed but you could see her melting. "So...how about we go inside, get some warm milk and talk a bit more about this huh?". You offered Azula your hand and she took it but she didn’t stop there. Azula threw her arms around you and hugged you tightly. "I’m partly doing this for the cold but thank you" she said softly "nobodies ever tried to make me feel supported when they've chosen Zuko, they just tell me to deal with it but you’re the first to try and reassure me and so i know you mean it, to still be my friend". "Of course" you smiled "you're my best friend!". Azula smiled and linked her arm through yours "i like that!”.

Zuko stared in awe as you and Azula returned grinning. "How did it go is everything okay?". You nodded "your extremely cool sister is fine with it". "Yes i thought this would be a great way to have an inside scoop on you zuzu". "She’s kidding i won’t talk to her about you...a lot". Zuko blinked "okay if everything's okay then i should go speak to Sokka and Katara, they’re waiting for me in the kitchen". Azula smiled "that’s a good idea, when you come back zuzu find me, i have some threats about what will happen if you hurt my best friend". You smiled at Azula and stepped to Zuko "good luck but don’t worry Sokka’s all bite, Katara’s the one to look out for but she has a big heart, just tell her how good a time we’ve had and you’ll be fine". "Good tips, any for my sister?". You smiled "Azula is one i have not worked out yet" you grinned "but i’m sure you’ll manage, you are the firelord after all". Zuko smirked and you patted his shoulder "after your appointment with my brother and sister and then your sister....you could always come find me in your room?". Zuko smiled "is that my motivation for surviving this?". You shrugged "you can think of it as that" and stepped away from him. Zuko watched you before sighing "alright let’s get this over with” he said loudly and strode towards the kitchen.

You turned back to Azula who raised an eyebrow at Zuko’s sudden confidence and she frowned. "Do i even want to know?" Azula asked and you shook your head "no". “Ow and don’t worry if I’m not in our room tonight”. “Euch Y/n!” Azula cried and you shrugged “what? I didn’t say why”. “I know why” she sighed before she smiled “at least I can have your bigger bed”. “Be my guest” you smiled, you had a firelord to get reacquainted with.

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