#WHY DO I HAVE TO BE UNBEARABLY SLEEPY WHEN I HAVE AN EXCUSE TO THINK ABT HER KIDNAPPING ME AGAIN.HOMOPHOBIA
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Hihi!! I'm a bit shy about asking for hcs twice and about the same character but I really like your writing! So I was wondering if I could ask hcs where reader comforts jean-jacques (vnc) while he remembers his past or just some hurt/comfort? Tysm and no pressure!! Take care! ✨
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• Some nights Jean-Jacques is quieter than usual. Not a normal quiet like " I need to recharge", but a " I wish this would go away" silence.
• It is unbearable for you. The silence is so loud that it is heart breaking.
• In moments like these, you tell him to prepare your favorite dish. Why? To keep his head busy.
• As soon as he hears you request he promptly start getting everything needed.
• A thing you do often is add something different like " but today I feel like eating it a bit more spicy but not too much!"
• All so he can focus on making the dishes flavor balanced out.
• He will mumble under his breath while thinking on how to pull it off. Adorable, no?
• But this isn't enough to shake his pretty little head out of it. A good start, though.
• After you had your meal, you offer to help him with cleaning everything while chatting.
• Now we two outcomes here: a regular bad day and a really bad day.
Scenario 1) regular bad day:
• On this case he will answer you as you chat, he won't ask anything though, so it is up to you make conversation.
• On this scenario you should ask him what's wrong while helping him clean.
• He will resist a bit, but will let you know that he memories of his past have surfaced again.
• Before he can get too much into it, you gotta act! It's time to put down whatever you are doing and give him a back hug!
• Boy will jump a bit. He wasn't expecting it.
• Nuzzle on his back while you are at it and you will get a heavy, yet relaxing, sigh
• He will be tempted to put down what he is doing but! Someone needs to finish this cleaning right?
• So he won't let you keep doing what you were doing, he rather have you clinging like a koala on his back.
• You bet he is done faster like this.
• When all is done you let go of him and guide him to your room.
• There you let him cuddle you and you whisper sweet nothing and compliments to him!
• He will want to be a little spoon and nuzzle on your neck.
• Play with hair and hug him tight from time to time to get him to sigh in relieve again.
• He may mumble how blessed he is to have you here with him and soon will sleep!
• But as soon as he gets drowsy he will give you a sleepy kiss wherever he can reach first, nuzzle on your neck, take a deep breath and relax.
• You can't help but smile at how relaxed he seemed. It's as if some heavy burden was suddenly taken away.
• You arms are his castle, a safe place, home.
Scenario 2) a really bad day:
• On this case while you are trying to chat with him, he will rarely answer you. Just a a few yes or no and a hum.
• You know things are bad by this.
• So you excuse yourself for a bit. Why? Well to build a pillow fort!
• Childish? Maybe, but it is cozy. You find the fluffiest blankets to put in there, the most comfy pillows and of course some water and tissues. He will need it. Some other things he likes too, like a book or a snack. No candles it is a fire hazard on this situation!
• When you come back you might find him sulking.
• Gently ask him what's wrong.
• He will resist a lot to tell you. So be kind and patient he will come around it to eventually, just not now. Don't pressure him either!
• When you are both done, you gently grab his hand and walks toward the room with the fort.
• He won't say much. But when he sees the fort? He will start crying.
• On this moment he will say how lucky he is to have you with him that now everything had beautiful colors when all his life everything was all black.
• He will cling to you before going into the fort.
• Good luck guiding you and him on it. You can do this! I have faith on you.
• He will start to say very depressing things about his past while crying and even sobbing.
• Please hold him and make yourself comfortable.
• He will cling to you for dear life, as if you were to disappear anytime.
• Now is the time to listen, as painful as it is to hear all the sobbing and the self hate comments.
• You can offer tissues to him while you listen and play with his hair.
• Hold him tight, draw circles on his back or even write a few things with your finger.
• When he is done pouring his heart out, hug him tight. As tight as you can and whisper sweet, honest feelings to him:
" nothing can get to you now, I am here. To protect, to love and to stay with you" .
• He may sob even more after it, but he needs to hear it! Take this time to craddle him and list what you love about him.
• You can feel his grip getting tighter at each word. You can feel the little sobs die down.
• And soon, he is calm enough to face you.
• Take his hair out his face and cup his cheeks!
• He will melt, you can see that the storm of emotions are gone from his eyes now, instead you see tired, thankful eyes.
• Your sweet smile and pink-ish cheeks makes everything so distant. So so far away, like it all happened in a nightmare.
• He may lean forward to give you a kiss on the nose. A sloppy one, since he was crying, after that he is back to nuzzle your neck.
• He won't sleep so soon. But he will start to draw patterns on your back and sides.
• Kiss the top of his head for more sighs and relaxed shoulders.
• When you fall asleep he will get up slowly to not wake you up and smile at your sleeping face. He will sigh and lean back on your shoulder.
• If you happen to stir, he will get a little stiff, but soon will relax when he feels you cuddling his head. Now he is ready to sleep.
Regardless of the scenario:
• When morning comes, he will be awake before you. But he won't leave yet.
• He will just stay there, looking at your peaceful sleeping face and trace gently, with feather like touch, your features.
• He will wait for you to wake up. When you do he will smile and thank you for spending time with him. Will also apologize for the "inconvenience "
• Please reassure him that is ok to feel sad.
• He will silently swear to himself to protect you now and forever. He won't ever leave you, ever. Even if it means giving his true name away.
• In the event he say this promise out loud, well, he will have an earful:
" I appreciate you wanting to protect me, but please, don't sacrifice yourself. I want to LIVE with you, wake up every morning to you and hold you like yesterday"
• His eyes will be glossy from the tears pooling. He will try to argue that for him, you are the most important thing in the world but your glare will put that down:
"I-i... am sorry. I- I just want to be with you too. I will fight for you! Whatever it takes, but... I will make sure I will come back home"
• That made you feel a lot better! So take your time to squish his cheek and kiss him.
• You both giggle, he gets red like a tomato. No matter how many times you two get intimate, he always blushes. Adorable.
• Now you are sure he is feeling better. The bad day is just a thing of the past, it may come back again, but you are here to save him.
• He is not alone anymore those ghosts cannot harm him any longer, because his home is right here, giggle at him.
• After all this emotional train, he is back to his normal routine. He helps you undo the fort too, if that was the case!
• He will be clinging more than usual for the next few days.
• Gotta level up your skill to do your daily routine while having him tugging at your sleeve or hugging you!
• As lovely as this is, it still stings how people could be so cruel to someone so kind.
• So this time, you promise to yourself if someone ever hurts him, they are done for.
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★”In high school, I asked you to take the exam for law school, you told me that you like design, so I let you go to the university of the arts, and even the department of advanced education at night time, and the result was this kind of ghostly thing?”
★Those people will not care whether you understand or not, if it were not for Grandma protecting you, you would not even dare to step out of the house until now!
★You should take care of your own body! I’ve heat up the porridge... Also, today is your birthday and the cake is in the fridge.
Chapter 1 - Amisa and Grandma Fille
It was midnight, and the sign on the iron gate of the flower shop was flickering brightly and dimly. Amisa went through the aisle surrounded by flowers and birds and walk to the second floor, and then passed the living room to the door on the third floor. It was quiet all the way for not to disturbing the birds and the sleeping grandma.
The room lights were turned on, and posters of well-known punk bands hanging on the wall. The computer desk was equipped with a whole set of desk appliances, recording microphones, MIDI keyboards, and electric drawing boards. In the corner of the wall was a pile of assorted drawing utensils.
" It's been another busy day today, I'm exhausted..." Amisa closed the door and couldn't wait to lie down on the familiar black and white lightning pattern bed. The soft touch hit her, making her gradually sleepy...
" Don't you think it's dirty to lie on the bed without taking a shower?" Grandma Fille opened the door without knocking, and stood at the door while lecturing, which made her granddaughter felt a little astonished and disgusted.
"Grandma...why haven't you slept yet?"
"You ask me, who told you to come back so late every time!" Fille's eyes were red with tiredness, as if she was holding out until the middle of the night and wait for her granddaughter to come back, she looked around the posters , In the room where the items were scattered, an inexplicable fire came up: "I've said it many times! When will your room be cleaned?".
"Just... I've been busy with topic preparations recently, how do I get time to organize..."
"What are you busy with? You're so busy that you don't even have time to tidy up the room?"
"Busy at work, busy with study, busy with designing..." she counted his fingers sleepily.
"Are you busy studying? Come and see for yourself!" Fille angrily throwing out a piece of paper and opening it was a mid-term results from the university. There are eight subjects in total, two subjects with a score of 80, two subjects with a score of 60, and the rest failed in all four subjects.
"I've been studying hard..." Amisa looked helpless.
"In high school, I asked you to take the National Taiwan University law exam, and you told me that you like design, so I let you go to the art university, and even the advanced education department, and you ended up taking this kind of shit?"
"Only theory and color science weren’t good, but I got higher marks in drawing!"
"Don't make excuses over there! Do you think a high score in one or two subjects is useful? Do you know that you will be expelled from school again? Don't think I don't know that you are trying to become a singer and an internet celebrity !"
just after facing difficulties from the boss, and now being scolded by grandmother, Amisa was very irritable, but she still tried her best to keep her calm and show her newly designed smile and love: " I obviously only sing in my spare time. I usually draw things for work and prepare for class topics. You see, this is the LOGO I designed!"
Fille poured cold water and teased:"Is it the result of drawing a random love? The grades are so bad! If you have time to become an internet celebrity, you better keep up and do well in your studies! Have you forgotten how badly a child star was screwed back then?”
Recalling old incidents was common in elders, and a certain unbearable memory emerges: “It was embarrassing at the age of seven. I'm going to bring it up again..."
"Those people don't care if you are sensible or not. If it wasn't for grandma who protected you, you wouldn't even dare to step out of the house now!"
"I... I'm no longer like that anymore!"
"Who cares if you’ve changed? Instead of thinking about those unrealistic things, it is better to take care of your studies and life! Is this very difficult?"
"I am obviously working hard every day, and you only judge me by my reports. Why can't you see my efforts, grandma..."
Gulu~~~~~~
The stomach made a strange noise, and Amisa blushed and glanced to the side, and Fille sighed and asked, "…...Did you miss dinner again?"
"...The topic was too busy, and I have to forgot."
"You need to take care of your body! I helped you warm up the porridge. Come down stairs and have some." Fille turned around and suddenly remembered of something: "...and, today is your birthday, and the cake is in the fridge."
"Huh? My birthday?" Amisa almost forgot about it. She never thought that her grandmother was waiting for her birthday. Since her grandfather passed away, she had never seen her buying any desserts. Every time she passed the cake shop, she thought it was too expensive and nothing.
A few days later, it happened to be the second Sunday in May, Mother's Day. She thought that she could return the gift: "Grandma, remember to be free this Sunday, I know a delicious restaurant!"
"Save that money for your future use!" After speaking, Grandma Fille dragged her heavy body, staggered and helped the stairs slowly downstairs.
Looking at the cakes and porridge on the table, Amisa was very moved and reluctant to part with her grandmother. Before Fille was about to go back to bed, she hugged the cheek she had kissed: "Thank you, grandma, good night... "
Grandma didn't say anything and just put the quilt on her and went to bed. There was very little time for conversation between grandparents and grandchildren.
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Mason mount one where he cheated on you whilst being on a lads holiday and it comes out on the family holiday and you pretend life nothing has happened
You still struggle to understand what has happened in the last few hours. One minute you're enjoying your holiday with yours and Mason's family, the next you're locked in the bathroom crying your eyes out. Curled up under the water spray still with your clothes on, hoping with all your might that what you had learned was not true. Mason had cheated on you on his previous holiday, on the boys' holiday where he called you every afternoon to say he missed you.
After the end of the season and before you left for your family holiday, Mason and the lads had gone on a holiday of their own. To spend time together on the same side since for most of the year they were almost all against each other. As much as you would have liked to keep him all to yourself now that you could, you would have spent so much time together before the new season started and he had every right to spend time without you just as you had. Your only difference had been that you had meant every word directed at him that had come out of your mouth.
You had really missed him, holding him close again after his return from his all-male holiday had been wonderful even though it had only been a week. And then not even enough time to unpack his bags that you were on your way to a villa you'd rented for the rest of the holiday, big enough for both your family and his. They got on very well and it had been a couple of years since your holidays had become one, some arriving earlier some later, but always together.
And then you had a glimpse of that message on his phone, it had popped up out of the blue while you were using it to get directions to the restaurant you were supposed to go to that evening. Mason had tried to slip it out of your hands but it hadn't taken you long to figure it out, walking into the house quickly and trying to put as much space between you as possible. But he had stopped you and you masochistically had wanted to hear it from his lips, and boy that had hurt. The house was quiet, everyone had gone about their business and then had dinner together and the silence as you watched him trying not to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry for him had become unbearable to the point that you had gone to lock yourself in the bathroom and burst.
There was a great confusion in your head and it was pounding like hell. Why? That was the main question. Followed by how many times? And who is she? And then again, was the lads' holiday an excuse for me not to suspect? With every question that ran through your head you wanted to get up and confront Mason, but at the same time they were questions you didn't want an answer to.
When you come out of the bathroom, you don't know exactly how long afterwards, carelessly dabbing your hair with a towel but with your clothes practically attached to your body, you immediately meet Mason's gaze. You keep walking towards the dresser to grab something dry, dodging him as soon as he tries to grab you. "Don't... touch me" and you feel like crying because not even after an intense workout where he's all sweaty you've ever escaped his grasp like this.
"(Y/N) please, can we talk?"
"Go away Mason" you thunder serious with your back to him, "I don't want to ruin anyone's holiday so we'll play it cool for the time being. But don't even think about coming near me for no reason at all" a few more tears escape your control after the door to your room closes gently behind him.
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You end up preparing for the evening as if nothing had happened, making sure you're busy elsewhere when Mason returns to get ready by not giving him even a second alone with you to try and start a possible conversation.
And you keep yourself busy chatting with both yours and his parents to find out what they did that day, finding out that they ended up going out together. A spark of melancholy passes through your gaze because it's obvious they get along so well and you don't know if they'll be able to stay friends if you and Mason can't get past all that.
"Are you alright sweetie?" and it certainly doesn't go unnoticed by the two older women, so you try to smile as best as you can. "Yeah, just a slight headache" just then Mason's hand at your side rests on your leg.
"Do you wanna some aspirin?" your mother is already ready to reach into her bag to grab the small box with various medicines for any situations but you shake your head stopping her, roughly shooing his hand away hidden from the others eyes and not even giving him a look.
"I'll eat something and then if it doesn't pass I'll take something"
You're more than justified for your low mood after that little lie even though after all the tears you shed you didn't really lie. The little one of the family soon collapses into Mason's arms, a small fist clenched around one of his fingers as he acts so naturally continuing to chat while occasionally casting downward glances to check on her by gently stroking her. It's hard not to look at him, you're so used to it that your gaze falls on him almost unconsciously and you just drift in and out of your bubble of love for him. Each time the realisation hurts more and more.
You manage to dodge any conversation about you and Mason, you hadn't realised until that moment how much some of the conversations you had on a daily basis were about you two. You walk back to the house in silence, everyone retreating to their rooms as you head to the back sitting in a chair and watching some lights reflect in the pool.
"You're not going to sleep?" a wavering voice comes from behind you and you bite your tongue so as not to wake everyone up.
"I'm not sleepy" you answer coldly feeling something rest on your shoulders gently a moment later.
"Just don't sleep here okay" Mason stands looking at you as your gaze is always turned in front of you then sighs and heads towards your room.
The remaining time of that holiday is spent like this, pretending in front of others and suddenly becoming strangers as soon as the rooms door is closed at night. Throwing jibes at him during the day, sleeping in another room at night. You don't want to cover for him, almost certainly everyone will find out when you get home and ask your parents if you can stay with them for a while; but you don't know what to expect from that situation yet or how to react, and you don't want other judgments to influence you before you can have your own. You need to take some time for yourself to decide and to reflect, without Mason without your parents' friendship and without the affection that has grown from day one between all of you in the mix.
You think you're a good actress but if the others have figured something out, well they are too.
Part 2
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I think it would be cool if you wrote something about remus having a birthday party at grimmauld place and the whole order is there or some like that Idk
I am back from the writing dead again. I was taking my biannual i-literally-cannot-find-a-single-ounce-of-writing-creativity-in-my-brain break lmao. But here we are. Tho it’s pretty long to make up for my absence!
As always it took me forever to answer but I loved this one! I love writing slightly awkward pre-dating Remadora. Enjoy!
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Pairing: Remus lupin x Nymphadora Tonks
Warnings: none
The order were behaving… odd. They weren’t exactly the most normal bunch to begin with, but they were acting much more strange than normal. Some were out right ignoring him, others not attempting to hold conversation past a mere hello and just acting awkward around him. Sirius was acting shifty. Dedalus simply gave a sort of panicked squeak whenever he attempted a conversation now. Kingsley made excuses to avoid him.
Even Nymphadora was acting off with him. They’d grown incredibly close over the past year, he still wasn’t entirely sure on what the label on their relationship was. They were good friends, but sometimes the tension between them was unbearable, sometimes his heart beat a little too fast when she squeezed in beside him when he was hiding away between the bookcases in the library. Or when she was paired with him on a mission. Or when she smiled at him in a way that seemed reserved only for him.
He liked to think she felt the same too. Sometimes when they were sitting in a comfortable silence, sat together doing work or reading, and his hand would accidentally touch hers, he could just about hear her own heart pick up.
They stuck together like glue nowadays. Whenever she was at Grimmauld she made a beeline for him, then they barely parted until she went home again.
Though the last few days she’d avoided him like everyone else had. Even more so today. He was certain she was in the house, she never made a particularly quiet entrance, he’d waited for her to join him in the living room but she didn’t appear. He’d been tempted to get up and go search for her. But if she’d wanted to talk to him then she’d have gone to him. Wouldn’t she? He was starting to worry he’d said something to upset her, not that he could think of anything.
Maybe on their last mission when he’d grabbed her to pull her out of the way of a curse, maybe she hadn’t liked it. Or maybe when he’d complimented her outfit, had that been weird? Had he been clingy this entire time? Had she just grown tired of him always being around?
He tried to focus his attention back onto his book, but he couldn’t get back into it. He re read the same line four times before closing it with a sigh. He wondered if Tonks would be staying at Grimmauld tonight, maybe he could ask her if he was just being a little ridiculous with his worrying in the morning. Or maybe just a double check if he had done anything to upset her.
He turned to look at the fire as it popped and crackled in the fireplace, it made him feel a little sleepy actually as he watched the flames lick at the logs that Sirius had chopped in the morning for something to do. But soon his mind was drifting back to her again. He wondered if she was with Sirius. Because she was pretty close with Sirius, ever since they had reunited they were like two mischievous peas in a pod. It was almost like having James around again. Sirius with his just as devious sidekick.
Maybe that was why she wasn’t talking to him. Maybe she’d realised she’d much rather hang around with Sirius, someone a bit more her speed. They had far more in common, on paper they were a much better suited pair of friends than he and Nymphadora were. Remus’ days of troublemaking were far behind him but he had gotten the impression Nymphadora quite enjoyed her more quieter time with him. Perhaps not.
It felt quite ridiculous really to even be thinking about it. He felt like he should be back in school again when he’d had silly crushes on girls, just fleeting schoolboy fancies that didn’t mean anything really but felt enormous at the time. But what he was feeling for Tonks wasn’t fleeting. It wasn’t going away. It simply grew stronger every day. She’d rooted herself in his brain and refused to leave his mind.
“ alright? “ he turned towards the door as a voice broke his train of thought to see her stood there, arms crossed and leaning against the doorframe. She was breathtaking as ever. Her face slightly flushed from the chill that was still in the air that spring hadn’t quite managed to shift yet, telling him she’d been outside. Her hair was blue, long and twisted up into a knot with her wand. It was quite ridiculous how she always managed to render him speechless every time she appeared before him “ Kneazle got your tongue? “
“ I- no. Sorry. Good evening Nymphadora “ he took pride in the fact she bristled whenever anyone else used her full name, yet she quite often than not let him get away with it “ I didn’t hear you arrive “ that was a lie. He had heard arrive hours before. Usually the entire house knew when she turned up, if she wasn’t loudly announcing it she was tripping over something. Nymphadora was very much the kind of person you heard before you saw.
“ maybe because you were totally zoned out “ she said as she walked into the room and plonked herself down on the sofa opposite him “ What were you thinking about? “ you.
“ nothing important “ she rolled her eyes but was smiling. He wasn’t very good at lying to her. She always saw right though him “ did you need something? “ he asked, trying to shift the topic of conversation.
“ I was wondering if we could have a chat actually? “ his heart dropped at that. It couldn’t be good. He’d definitely done something to upset her, he’d definitely ruined things. His overthinking had clearly been right.
“ oh. Yes. of course “ he tried his best to remain normal. Calm. Not show that he was trying to think of any all possible ways he could have upset her, whilst also trying to figure out how on earth he would manage without her around anymore.
“ kitchen maybe? “ he got up from the armchair and placed his book down with a nod. She waited a few moments before standing up herself and he couldn’t ignore the way she gave him a quick look up and down as she got to her feet. It made his cheeks burn. She must of noticed it too, because her lips had pulled up into a smirk as she stepped past him and headed for the door.
She was going to be the death of him he was certain of it. She’d simply looked at him and he felt like melting into a puddle on the ground. It almost made him forget about his panic for a moment.
But as he followed her down the stairs it hit him like a train again. This was it he guessed, she was probably going to tell him that she didn’t think they should keep up with what they had going on. Probably ask if they could be taken off order missions together, tell him it was a mistake attempting to be his friend.
But he couldn’t have been more wrong.
“ surprise!! “ he was suddenly showered in confetti, it shooting out of the ends of wands and into the air, as she pushed open the kitchen door.
“ happy birthday Remus! “
“ happy birthday Moony! “ Remus felt his chest swell as he looked at the few guests before him, all smiling. Even Emmeline was smiling, the seemingly permanent sour expression on her face having twisted into one that looked somewhat pleasant.
He’d almost forgotten it was even his birthday. He’d been far too occupied and he hadn’t celebrated it for years. He hadn’t even told anyone but clearly Sirius had. He was quite happy to just pretend the day didn’t exist and he wasn’t particularly fond of reminding himself that another year had passed him by. Especially lately.
“ happy birthday “ Dora had grabbed onto his arm and squeezed softly as she said it, beaming a smile at him “ didn’t think you’d be able to sneak this one past me did you? “
“ c’mon moons! Drink! “ Sirius thrust a bottle into his hand as everyone tapped them together with a resounding cheers! Someone placed one of Sirius’ Abba records on, even though it has a tendency to jump in the middle of dancing queens second chorus. There was a particularly awkward round of present giving, with Remus not entirely enjoying the thought of people spending money on him.
There was an abundance of chocolate frogs from most of the order who didn’t seem to have much of an idea on what to get him, a new scarf from Molly and a note saying she wished she could have been there, a new set of quills from Kingsley and finally a present from Tonks and Sirius.
“ we chipped in together for this one. Cause he’s not exactly going to go out shopping is he? “ Tonks said with a grin and nodded to Sirius “ so happy birthday. From us both “ he watched as she rummaged around in one of the cupboards that she’d hidden the gift in, before placing it on the table in front of him.
It was a new briefcase. All soft leather and brass catches, a red ribbon tied to the Handle and a tag stating ‘ to our Moony, love from your favourite people ever ‘ a closer look saw it had golden writing on the top ‘ Professor RJ Lupin’. It was a replacement for his old one.
He didn’t know what to say. Didn’t even want to think about how much it had cost them both. Or the fact that he was no longer a professor. But Tonks seemed to pick up on it all without him evening needing to say a word out loud.
“ you’ll be back teaching again after this war. You will “ she said it softly as if she weren’t in a room filled with other people. Like only they were there alone. Her eyes soft and looking at him with baited breath for his response. Part of him wanted to be angry at them for splashing out on him like that when they could be downing their money on much better things. And maybe he would be mad at Sirius later. But for now he’d let that go.
“ thank you. Really. For everything “ her face cracked into a grin again, her eyes sparkling with the joy that he liked it.
Drinks began to flow though Remus reserved himself to one bottle, getting drunk wasnt his forte anymore. Though Sirius happily downed the varying supply of alcohol like it was pumpkin juice.
One thing he was thankful for was no one made anymore attempts to make him the centre of attention even if it was his party. They knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t like that and they mostly let him be as he sat towards the end of the table and watched the others enjoy themselves. He watched with fondness as Tonks made up some elaborate dance to Gimmie Gimmie with Dedalus. He thought that was quite a good way to spend his birthday. Fawning over the beautiful Auror he’d fallen in love with.
“ you’re staring mate “ Sirius plonked himself down beside him, the whiskey in his glass sloshing precariously close to the rim “ you know it’s clear as day that you fancy the arse off of her right? “ he took a long swig from his glass and gave Remus a nod as he did “ she fancies you too you know. Got the right hots for you she has “ his words were slightly slurred but Sirius could drink a brewery dry and still make it home in one piece. So he knew there must be some truth in his words. And it made Remus’ heart pound in his chest.
“ don’t be ridiculous “ Sirius scoffed at that and gave a shrug.
“ you’re the only one who can’t see it. Never were very observant in that department were you? Anastasia Conway in fifth year literally asked you on a date and you still thought she just wanted to be your friend. Clearly nothing has changed “ he seemed to find that hilarious and almost choked as he downed the last of his drink. He soon grew bored of Remus and decided to try a little bit of dancing for himself which, thankfully for Remus, promoted Tonks to join him instead.
She sat down beside him, so close that her arm pressed to his. Her cheeks were glowing, warm from all her dancing, and she sipped at a bottle of beer for a moment before speaking.
“ Having a good time?“ he gave a nod and a smile crept onto his face, the kind that only she seemed able to draw out of him. It was always an odd feeling being around her. He almost instantly relaxed her his heart always began to pound in his chest “ good. Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday? Cant believe I had to learn the news from Sirius “
“ I don’t like to make a fuss “ she smiled and rolled her eyes, leaning back slightly and getting a good look at him.
“ I think you deserve to have people make a fuss of you for once “ her voice had become softer as she said it and it made his heart skip.
“ I don’t believe my existence is quite worth celebrating “
“ I do “ she moved back closer to him again and her hand reached for his “ I do Remus “ her fingers slipped in between his and she gave a gentle squeeze.
He mulled over what Sirius had said. Realising that maybe he was right. But then again he could just be completely misinterpreting the signs. It could simply just be a friendly gesture and nothing more. He couldn’t risk asking or ruining it.
As the night moved on Sirius got drunker and most people left. Tonks had only briefly left his side a few times but the pair of them had stayed quite content at the back of the kitchen, listening to the music and chatting about completely useless things. Though now they were in a comfortable silence and it was growing close to midnight when she spoke again.
“ hey “ he turned his head a little as Tonks’ elbow prodded his side, her mouth getting closer to his ear “ think they’d notice if we slipped out for a minute? Gotta show you something “ he glanced back to where Sirius and Dedalus were having an insanely animated conversation about Dedalus’ hat, Sirius 3 glasses of fire whiskey too many, and the purple hat seemingly the most fascinating thing to his currently drunk self.
“ absolutely not… is everything okay? “
“ yeah yeah. Just come on. Quiet “ she pushed carefully out of her seat and placed down her bottle of beer, reaching for Remus’ hand. He got that same fluttering in his stomach at her contact, internally scolding himself for being so unbelievably pathetic, and stood up too. Her fingers were cold as they laced into his and lead him out of the kitchen, going up the stairs as silently as he thought she’d ever managed before.
Remus couldn’t help the silly smile that crept back onto his face, the kind that came unbelievably easily around Nymphadora. Maybe the bottle of beer has helped loosen him up a little bit too, but that was simply an excuse. She made him feel like a silly little love sick teenager everytime he was around her.
“ where are we going? “ he asked with a small laugh as they reached the landing and she made a specific effort to avoid the umbrella stand. She was convinced that Sirius was moving it purposely to trip her up.
“ so many questions “
“ and so little answers “ she turned to him and rolled her eyes, a mischievous glint present. She made him weak at the knees.
He followed her down the hall and she lead him into the library. He liked to think of the library as his space. Absolutely no one else used it and he’d always felt quite comforted surrounded by books. And he did have a small habit of growing snappy if anyone did happen to venture in there. But he had no such feelings when ever Tonks joined him.
“ thought this was a little more your pace…. And we can just be alone for a bit if you want to? “ he gave a nod, words somehow failing him and she smiled warmly “ good. Wanna put that record on? “ she didn’t wait for him to answer and went about turning the player on and dropping the needle onto the record. It was another of Sirius’ muggle ones he’d hidden around the house in his youth but played songs from the 50s. They reminded him of his mother.
He sat down on the sofa as she started bobbing her head around, reading the track list on the back of the cardboard sleeve. He’d found in his time knowing her that those kind of moments were his favourite. The small, almost meaningless moments. The times when she did something so small that it wasn’t out of the ordinary or some brand gesture. Just times when she was just….herself. Like right in that moment, humming along to the song, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair away from her face, her head bobbing along and her fingers drumming against the cardboard.
It was the moments like that when he realised how ridiculously in love with her he really was.
“ you wanna dance? “ he blinked a few times as she snapped him out of his own thoughts, he’d head tilted slightly to the side in question.
“ I don’t really dance “ she gave him that smirk and reached out her hand to him.
“ everyone can dance Remus “ she pulled him to his feet before he could protest waiting for a moment as the song ended and a more upbeat one began “ just stop thinking so much. No one else is here. Just me “ her dancing was just as erratic as he’d expect from her. All flailing limbs and jumping around. So carefree and so unapologetically herself it almost made him jealous “ how about I close my eyes yeah? Come on. Let’s close our eyes. Then not even I’m going to see you “
He couldn’t bring himself to truly let loose, even in front of her, even with her eyes closed. But he tried. He hadn’t danced in a long time. And as he tried to let some of his stress and tension go, memories of Gryffindor parties flashed behind his eyes. Jumping around on the sofas in the common room and dancing around on the table with his tie wrapped around his head.
They danced until the song ended and he opened his eyes to find her already looking at him with a smile on her face. The way she was looking at him, with such adoration and fondness in her eyes, equal parts terrified him and excited him.
“ told you you could dance “ she said with a little laugh. There was a moment of silence and she almost looked as though she wanted to say something to him but looked away and walked over to the window.
She hoped up onto the window sill and leant her head back against the cool glass, seemingly making some attempt to cool down. He stood still a little awkwardly in the middle of the room still watching her as if she were a goddess placed upon the earth for him, so unbelievably dumbfounded by her existence it was almost embarrassing.
“ c’mere “ she said with a smile on her face and held out her hands to him. He walked over and took them as she pulled him to stand in front of her, playing idly with his fingers as she seemed to survey him for a moment “ having a good birthday? “ she was still playing with his fingers, her own hands soft and cold to the touch. He wondered if that was why she always wore her little leather gloves “ Remus?”
He felt his cheeks heat up as he realised he hadn’t actually answered her yet, too distracted by something as simple as her hands.
“ yes. I-yes. I’m not sure when the last birthday party I had was. It was a lovely surprise. Thank you “ she gave him that cheeky grin of hers and shrugged.
“ you deserved it. Always so tense, needed to relax a bit. Though Sirius took that a little too literally “ she mused, thinking of how drunk Sirius was. They were quiet again for a few moments before she spoke again.“ I er. I have something else for you as well actually “ she said quietly and he looked down at her to see she was already watching him intently, and he thought that maybe she looked… nervous. He’d never really seen her nervous before, she was always so confident.
“ you’ve done more than enough for me today Nymphadora really. The amount of money I- I don’t even want to think about it “
“ it’s alright. This one, well, let’s say it’s priceless? “ he gave her a confused look and then He froze as her hand rose to cup his cheek. Her fingers were gentle as they ran over his hairline and traced the scar that sliced through his eyebrow. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest it was almost painful. “ don’t freak out “ she whispered before pulling him down to kiss her. He didn’t quite know what to do. He hadn’t exactly had much practice in terms of kissing in the last few years, and he was in a complete state of shock.
His hands were awkward. Not sure if he had permission to touch her, not wanting to push any boundaries. Never had he even dreamed that Tonks might return the feelings that had been growing stronger everyday in his chest. Yet there she was, with her soft lips pressed against his. And he realised almost too late that he was absolutely wasting what might be his one and only chance.
So just as she was beginning to pull away, he leaned back in. His hand cautiously fell to her waist, just light enough for her to push him away if she wanted to. But she simply smiled against his lips and placed her hand over his, encouraging him to hold her closer. And he did. He stepped closer between her legs, mildly concerned she was going to fall off the window ledge, his other hand slipping up into her hair to keep her steady.
He could think of nothing but her. She was filling every one of his senses, almost overwhelmingly. He couldn’t form a single thought other than her. A part of him threatened to ruin the moment and tell him how wrong this all was, but he pushed it away. Her hand snaked around to the back of his neck, slipping into his hair and getting him as close to her as she could. It was as if she had been as desperate to kiss him as he had her.
When they had no choice but to part to gasp for air, she stayed barely a few centimetres away from his face for a few moments. Her warm breath against his lips, one hand still threaded into the curls at the nape of his neck and the other against his cheek, her fingers rubbing soft circles into his skin. He felt as though he were floating, high off the ecstasy of something as simple as kissing the woman he’d fallen in love with. He knew that tomorrow morning she might regret the entire thing. She wasn’t drunk, she’d barely drank two beers, but she still may not have been thinking clearly.
But he refused to think about that now. He’d worry about that tomorrow. He was going to live in that moment for as long as he could too.
“ happy birthday Remus “
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oh, because i love you (Geraskier Mini-Fic for Witcher Bog Exchange)
This is a mini-exchange gift for @stinastar! I hope you like it lovely!
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Rating: Teen and up audiences
Fandom: The Witcher (all media types)
Relationship: Geralt/Jaskier
Additional Tags: Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Feelings, Getting Together, Sleepy Cuddles, Canon-Typical Violence
Description: It was incredibly stupid, Jaskier realizes belatedly, to go wandering around the abandoned ruins, at night, alone. To his relief, Geralt comes to his rescue. Jaskier hasn't seen Geralt in full witcher mode before, but it's Geralt. He'll get used to it. But he's not sure what to make of the conversation that follows.
Story under the cut!
All of the air left Jaskier’s body as the sonic shriek threw him all the way across the stone circle. He slammed into the wall before tumbling to the ground. Pain radiated from everywhere, and he was pretty sure he was bleeding. It had been incredibly stupid, Jaskier realized belatedly, to wander out near the abandoned ruins, at night, alone.
It hadn’t been his plan, originally. They had just made camp near the town where there was supposed to be work. But Geralt had been busy doing his witcher-ing, and Jaskier had gotten bored. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy watching Geralt working. On the contrary, Jaskier enjoyed the way Geralt carefully sharpened his swords, and sorted his potions with calloused fingers. But Jaskier could imagine plenty of other things Geralt could be doing with his hands. Things that Geralt probably wouldn’t approve of. So that night, before his trousers got any tighter, Jaskier excused himself to go on a walk and clear his head. He didn’t think Geralt had even noticed.
That was how Jaskier had ended up all alone, facing off against a monster. He had nothing with which to defend himself, not even his lute. The thing, which looked like a young woman but wasn’t, had caught him off-guard.
She was watching him now, with a bone-chilling smile and hungry eyes. Jaskier struggled to prop himself up. His ribs, along with the rest of him, twinged in protest. The collision with the crumbling stone wall hadn’t finished him off, but it seemed likely that the she-beast would. His vision swam and he groaned, blinking.
When his eyes focused again, there was a shadow above him. Craning his neck, he saw a black mass, underneath a halo of white. Then it turned, and Jaskier’s heart skipped.
“Ge-r-ralt,” he managed, his lips curling into a bloody smile, maybe Jaskier should have been frightened. He’d never seen Geralt like this before- eyes pitch black, dark veins reaching out around them across his pale, mottled skin. He could see now where the rumors came from- that witchers were monsters, half-breeds of some dark magic that bound the flesh of beasts to human bone. If he did not know Geralt, perhaps he would have been petrified. Perhaps he would have screamed.
But Jaskier had never been more relieved.
Now that he was no longer facing certain death, Jaskier faded in and out of consciousness. Dimly, he heard the sounds of fierce combat, the monster shrieking and Geralt grunting with effort. His eyes flew open when Geralt landed next to him, shouting in pain and anger.
“G’ralt?” he slurred, even as darkness crept in around the edges of his vision.
“M’fine,” the witcher growled, shaking his head and crouching to strike again. “Stay down.”
Jaskier obeyed gladly. Geralt was there now, he was safe. Probably. He sent a quick prayer up to Melitele with his last conscious thought before darkness claimed him.
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When Jaskier awoke again, he was no longer splayed against the cold, hard rock or the ruin’s floor. He was in bed. He was still in pain, but marginally less so. And he wasn’t alone.
Geralt was watching him like a hawk. He looked… not great. His potions, whatever they were, had since worn off, and he looked like himself again. But he looked like he hadn’t slept.
Jaskier tried to speak, but all that came out was a hoarse cough. Wordlessly, Geralt handed him a glass of water from the bedside table. He waited as Jaskier downed it greedily. He didn’t remember being so thirsty at the ruins.
“How long was I out?” he wondered aloud.
“A day and a half,” Geralt answered, “You went down pretty hard.”
Wincing, Jaskier nodded. “I was there, I remember.”
“How do you feel?”
Geralt’s brow was furrowed with concern. Jaskier straightened and assured him, “I feel fine. Could be worse. But we’re both alive! And safe.”
Geralt tensed at that, and Jaskier held his breath. Here it comes , he thought. The dreaded lecture about himself in harm’s way, and how he couldn’t always rely on Geralt to rescue him.
Instead, Geralt simply said, “You didn’t look afraid.”
Jaskier tilted his head. “Well, I was, but when you showed up… then I knew I’d be alright.”
“No.” Geralt’s voice was abnormally soft, and he was looking down at his hands. “I meant that you didn’t look like you were afraid of me.”
Jaskier blinked. Then he laughed. “Why would I- I’ve never been afraid of you, why would I have been afraid?”
Geralt seemed to shrink. “The way I looked that night, at the ruins…” He trailed off. After a long moment, Geralt added, “I’m a monster.”
Jaskier scoffed. “Are not.”
“Jaskier…”
“You are not! The only monster there that night was the thing that actively tried to kill me, and you saved me. That makes you a hero.”
“That’s not what everyone else thinks.”
Jaskier furrowed his brow. “I don’t give a flying fuck what everyone else thinks.”
Geralt actually laughed at that. Jaskier smiled back. He knew that the witcher could be hard on himself, and it broke Jaskier’s heart. The idea that Geralt thought Jaskier should be afraid of him was unbearable.
The bard hesitated. Perhaps he was still bleary from sleep, perhaps it was a concussion. He wasn’t sure he should say what he wanted to say next. But he’d be damned if he said nothing.
“I hope you know that, no matter what- black, witcher-y eyes, covered in monster guts or blood- that you’ll always be Geralt to me.” He reached out to take Geralt’s hand in his own. “ My Geralt. Do you understand?”
The witcher nodded curtly. “I think so.” After a moment, he continued. “Witchers… don’t get happy endings,” he said, his voice low and tender, “We age, we slow, and we die, in combat usually. I don’t know what end awaits me, but… I didn’t think I’d make any friends between now and then.”
Jaskier swallowed. Right. Friends . He moved to pull away, but Geralt’s grip on his hand tightened. Geralt turned it over so their palms were pressed together. “I used to think… Hmm. Fuck.”
Jaskier smiled gently. There was that gruff but earnest spirit that had endeared the witcher so closely to Jaskier’s heart. He stroked the back of Geralt’s hand with his thumb. “Take your time.”
After another few minutes, Geralt spoke again. “I thought once that you just followed me for inspiration, and stayed for coin. And I let you, because… well, you didn’t leave me much choice.” They both chuckled at that. “But… you’ve given me more than I deserve.”
Tilting his head, Jaskier asked, “How so?”
“You’ve become… someone I care for,” Geralt offered quietly, “which most witcher’s don’t have the luxury of. But… you seem to care for me, too. More than I’ve earned. In equal measure.”
“Oh, Geralt,” Jaskier sighed, leaning forward to cup Geralt’s cheek with his free hand. “I care for you quite a bit more than that.”
Geralt’s eyes fluttered shut, and he leaned into Jaskier’s touch, humming. It was closer than they’d ever been, and Jaskier’s heart quickened at the thought of it.
Geralt noticed immediately. Gingerly, he placed Jaskier’s hand back at his side. “Get some rest. We can continue this when you’re better.”
“You should, too,” Jaskier admonished, “I adore you, dear heart, but you look like shit.”
Geralt smirked, chuckling in response. “That’s nothing new.”
Jaskier’s eyes softened. “But really, when was the last time you slept?” When Geralt didn’t answer for a few moments, Jaskier sighed and adjusted himself, scooting to the far side of the bed, before patting the space beside him. “All right, come on then.” Geralt hesitated, and Jaskier added, “It doesn't have to mean anything. Just rest. You very obviously need it.”
Geralt sighed before relenting, laying down next to Jaskier with care so as not to aggravate the bard’s injuries. To Jaskier’s surprise, Geralt threw an arm around Jaskier’s shoulders and pulled him in. When Jaskier gave him a look, Geralt sighed.
“I almost lost you back there,” he murmured, “so I’ve gotta keep an eye on you. Keep you out of trouble.”
Jaskier laughed. “Obviously. You’ll stay with me then?”
“Always.”
fin
#geralt of rivia#jaskier#geralt/jaskier#geraskier#witcher#witcher fic#witcher bog mini exchange#mini exchange#exchange fic#stinastar#hurt comfort#jaskier whump#witcher whump#soft geralt
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Little Red Elf
Thor X Reader
3174 words
This is longer than intended and quite different than requested and I have no excuse than my lack of discipline but I hope this is good enough
You are seriously thinking about investing on a security camera.
No, it wasn't that you were worried about being robbed. It's was being, 'gifted'.
In an almost daily basis, different items would make it's way to your doorstep. Black roots, hyacinth, hellebores, poppies and other herbs that would usually not grow around the area. It was nice, that was the first thought you had. You were no Circe, the great witch of Aiaia, but such ingredients could and did help greatly with your draughts. So as much as this occurrence should startle you, you brushed it off as the doing of one of your friends working for Lord Osanyin who would usually send you samples of anything new. You figured business was just doing better than usual for her to give you this much.
Two weeks, it continued on. When you rise for the day, there would be a neatly placed bundle of herbs or plant on your front steps. Always perfectly centered. And for two weeks, you accepted each and everything in such giddiness.
That is until you until today.
"I haven't been given you anything, (y/n)," She turned away from the selves she was organizing and continued, "it's been pretty busy lately for the last month with the arrival of new supply from Asia."
Her answer gave you a sudden feeling of uneasiness.
"Then who," your voice trailed, dragging the weariness and alert in the air. Your friend was quick to catch the shift of your mood.
"But think about it," she placed the bottle she was holding and walked towards you, "those herbs are rare and what are the chances of a random miscreant obtaining it?"
It eased your nerves a bit to hear her words.
"Or maybe, you finally have an admirer even if your always holed up in your home!"
She laughed at the jesting glare you sent.
"Like you're any better, cat lady."
"Hey! Having four cats does not count as being a cat lady!"
"Sure, whatever you say."
You shared a laugh, the tension thinning out. After saying a few words, she went back to the counter to pack the herbs that you bought, the reason why you were there in the first place.
"You bought quite a lot. What is it for anyway?"
"Loki wanted some draughts to "bring entertainment around this damn boring halls", his words not mine."
She laughed, commenting how it sounded just like him. She handed you the carefully packed products, with a small purple ribbon tied on the basket as she always did for you.
Just as you're about to leave she called out.
"If you're still disturb about the whole mysterious gifts, why don't you try staying up to see who it is?" You thanked her for her suggestion and concern and with a wave, headed back home.
To say the least, her suggestion was not very successful.
After you went home, you got started on the ordered draughts and by the time the moon greeted the sky, your eyes were already heavy. Being stubborn, you stayed sitting in your kitchen, chair facing the window to see if anyone or anything would past by.
The minutes were slow and before you knew it, the sun has reclaimed its place. And there was yet another gift. A freshly uprooted crab apple tree that barely passes as an adult. How in the world did they get this one?
Another week fast approached and the gifts arrived just as fast. Cornel bark, elecampane, silver fir, the list goes on. Each night, you attempt to desperately stay awake to catch but a glimpse would always end up with you succumbing to sleep. It didn't matter if it was for hours or a mere minute, by the moment your eyelids flutter open, it was already there. Perfectly centered as always, in an almost mocking way.
"You missed us again", you could hear the ridicule from it.
As days flutter, the gifts and your frustrations would only intensify. One time it was antlers from a dear Australia. The other day it was the tusk of a bore. Yesterday it was the blood of steed. The last one made you panic a bit, but thankfully in came only in a small vial. It eased your nerves, albeit slightly that the animal was minimally harmed.
You tried sleeping in the morning so that so that you could roam at night. But when you rise from your chair for a drink or to go the toilet, the sneaky bastard have already placed another gift. You went as far as sitting on your doorstep for the whole night, but even that didn't help. The gift was on your window.
You were at your wits end with this "Persistent Santa" shenanigans (it was your friend who called them that. It was that or creepy-pile-of-dung-that-had-to-much-time). Whoever they were, they are good.
You sighed tiredly again, the dark bags proving Your fruitless efforts.
"Wow, you look miserable!" You silently snapped at the voice, too sleepy to argue but to proud to ignore it. His laugh was laugh, always happy to see others demise.
"Just give me the money, Loki." You impatiently thrust the basket full of draughts to him, eager to leave and maybe sleep for a few days.
"Aren't you greedy." The more he teases you, the more punching him right in the face became an increasingly good option. As if reading your voice, he raised his hands in mock surrender.
" I would pay you, but," he dragged his voice as floated closer to you, "I dont have my money right now. And the old man is calling me so can you wait a few minutes for me?" He smiled, oh-so-mockingly sweet at you.
A tomato would have been jealous of the tint of your check. The itching call for violence is now an unignorable howler. But before you can give in, the god of mischief is already pushing you into one of the rooms, claiming your silence as agreement. In a blink, you were in a well decorated room. The walls were cream in color and golden leaves decorated the corners. Threre were shelves of book against one side of the wall and-
"Wait a minute." Snapping out of your trance, you shouted, voice filled with vile, "Loki!"
But sadly, it came too late and the door have already been shut and only his feint mocking voice telling "enjoy!" Was heard from the other side.
You could sighed, pity for your own predicament. Moving towards one of the shelves with a colorful string of curse words following, you might sa well entertain yourself with something. The books were more old, and probably cost more than your soul. Each one was placed neat and organized, neither a speck or spot of dust could be seen. But one particular book caught your eye.
With a gentle finger, you traced the gold imprints on its spine.
Herbs, Medicine and Witchcraft
Unlike everything else, this one book was placed different. It was pulled slightly forward, as if recently placed back but someone else other than the organizer. When you pull it out, you also noticed the small, almost miniscule dirt on its cover. But other than that, it was nothing special.
"I didn't think they'll have this kind of book."
You sat down and flipped on a random page. It was filled with information about different plants that can be used for both medicine and, surprisingly witchcraft. It included their typical use, characteristics, side effects and their locations. And it was very specific too.
"I wonder if I can borrow this."
Page upon page was flipped, despite the fascination dwelling in you, drowsiness became unbearable. It was just so quiet and peaceful here. Maybe a few minutes won't hurt, right?
"Loki will be there for a while anyway. Might as well." Your reasoning seemed to make sense with your tired eyes and you rest your head. Not even bothered by the fact that you used the book as your pillow.
It'll just be few minutes anyway.
It wasn't a few minutes.
Slowly, your eyelids fluttered as consciousness begin to come back. You sighed contently, that nap certainly helped with your mood. You buried your nose deeper into the soft cloth you leaned on and inhaled. It smelled like fresh lilacs and the sun.
Wait, cloth?
You lifted your head and saw, indeed there was a neatly folded cloth on the place of the book. It was pale apricot, almost faded white and now that you are looking properly, it was a short robe?
"I starting to think you were not going to wake up."
Do you know the sound of a startled walrus with a respiratory disease? Imagine that, but worse. That how you sounded as you whipped your head in surprise to the voice. Right beside you was the god of thunder himself, Thor. The difference in size between him and the chair he was resting on was almost comical. You would have laughed if it wasn't for the fact you want to live a longer.
"He-hello Thor-sama." Damnit, what did you stutter?
He casted his eyes sideways to acknowledge your greeting, glacing right back into reading afterwards.
Looking yourself, it was then you noticed the book he was reading was the one you were previously sleeping on.
"It didn't seem like you were using it," his voice was monotone as for usual, "aside as a pillow, that is."
Ahh, the sheer pleasure of being swallowed by the ground right now would be nice.
"Ah! That- I! Yes..." You simply stared at your lap instead, fist clenched tightly on top. Better to stay quiet that to embarrass yourself further.
Thor was in between being an acquaintance and a work friend. Neither of you talked much, aside from greetings and small talk but was more than used to his presence with the number of times you had to deliver things to Loki, enough so that you don't have to tremble everytime you meet.
But sitting this close, in a close space, alone, this was definitely the first time.
And it'll be the last if you're not careful.
The silence was suffocating, for you at least. You have almost jumped in your sit when he flipped a page in the book.
A minute passed and you are so closed to jumping out of the window. The room was too quiet. Making small talk won't be bad at times like this right?
"It's a nice book."
Wow. If you could, you would have hit yourself in the back of your head. Great thinking, really.
He merely nodded and the silence dragged once again.
"There's a lot of useful information in it."
Stop, just stop. Please stop digging your own grave.
"That's why it's a shame to be drooled on."
"I do not drool!"
In the distant, the sound of funeral bells rang clear in your head. The life you lived was good. Your friend will remember what flower you wanted to be placed on your coffin, and she can have your house, maybe even your-
Before you could complete your will, you heard a smallest of chuckle from the other god.
Huh?
You stared at Thor and sure enough, there's the tiniest arch in his lips. His eyes remains on the pages but - shit - has he always been this pretty?
Between the brief greetings and quick glances, it was hard to appreciate his beauty. Though mostly blank, his face was clear and smooth. Not a single blemish as one might expect from a god who knew battlefield as his home. He was no Aphrodite nor comparable to Paris, but he himself held a beauty of his own. You couldn't quite decide on if it was the light from the window or it was simply him that was glowing?
His neck flexed in the smallest notion as he read. The muscles of his shoulders were relaxed against the table.
Heavens. Those muscles.
You blushed on your thoughts. You tear your eyes away from his physique, the wooden table suddenly very interesting.
"It is rare to see you without Mjolnir, Thor-sama."
"I don't bring him when I read."
"Him?" The question lingered on your head. Was Thor one of 'those' people?
"Do you read often?"
"No."
"Are you interested in herbal medicine?"
"No."
"Is that so?" Your answer was awkward just as the air around you. But to the very least, the tension have eased out knowing that he didn't obliterate you so far.
"Um, Thor-sama?"
Curse you and your need to fill in the silence.
"May I ask why you are reading a book about witchcraft? You do not seem the type to be interested in it." Realizing what you said was potentially insulting, you quickly apologized, eyes wide as you tried to explain. "Not that you don't look like it! What I mean is, um, - that." You stumbled over your own words with nervousness but he simply kept his eyes in the book, barely even glancing at you.
"... give you." His voice made you stop with your gibberish. Catching only the tail-end of his words, you looked at him questioningly. Only then did you realize that it has almost been a minute since he flipped a page, almost as if your question startled him as well.
"Ma-may you repeat that?"
There was a short pause before his answer came.
"So that I know what to give you."
Furrowed brows and confused eyes marked your features.
"So that I know what to give you."
His words repeated in your head, like an stubborn echo inside a cavern.
"I know what to give you."
"Give you."
"Give."
Oh shit.
"You're the Persistent Santa?!" The chair you previously sat on collided with the floor with a loud "thud". Hands planted heavily against the table, you casted accusing eyes to him.
Before any other words were uttered, your senses made its way back to your head like a harsh slap of water. You just yelled at the strongest Norse god. You might as well have dug your own hole and painted your tombstone.
But all fear and confusion left you as you stare at the fore mentioned god. He was not glancing down anymore but instead his eyes found its place opposite of your direction. And if one would look close, really intently stared, the faintest of red could be seen blooming in his cheeks.
"He-he's blushing."
Thor is blushing.
"You shouldn't be shouting here." His voice did not have the same air of threat and authority it usually holds. If your ears were right, it almost sounded like he was embarrassed.
Silently picking up the fallen chair, you sat down with your eyes burning holes the robe infront of you. Which you have almost forgotten was there.
Thinking back to the times you interacted with him, one word would usually come to mind. Quiet. He would acknowledge your presence or sometimes even greet you during the times you bump into one another but has never to made a conversation. Compared to Loki, you have always figured that maybe he was just more refined.
It wasn't until you heard his tale from your friend that you have gathered a sort of fear towards him. You knew how gods are, how vile and wrathful they are. And a god of his caliber could wipe you with a single flicker of his finger.
You would now bow and act more politely to him. Going as far as trying to avoid any contact with him.
But now sitting a mere foot apart, you felt no threat. No danger. And only then did you realize that you have never really felt any danger to begin with. When he speaks, he did not have the murderous aura that they claim to choke anyone. He had never given you any reason to fear him, it was only you who decided to believed other's opinion.
"I'm sorry."
As if a trigger, his head turned to you upon hearing your timid voice but you dare not look at his eyes.
"You don't-"
"Not just for yelling."
Where did you get the courage to cut him off? You do not know. But, still with the false bravery, you continued.
"I mean, I have been very rude to you for a long time,"
"You have never been mean to me and I only returned the gesture by fearing you without any basis of."
With every fiber of yours screaming otherwise, you turned to look at him in the eye.
"I'm really sorry."
The longer you look into those golden eyes the more the heat on your neck spreads to your cheeks.
Guess his hair isn't the only thing red now.
"It's nothing," surprisingly it was Thor who turned away first. This time though, you eyes remained on him with a small smile. Youu have been missing out on so many things. But now, you have the eternity to catch up. And you're sure as hell you will.
"Thor-sama."
"Just Thor."
You laughed a bit, a sound that you did not notice brought a smile on his own lips.
"Why did you give me those gift anyway."
He turned his head to the other direction, but your keen eyes could see his tainted red ears.
"Loki said gifts were a good way to get close to someone." You grinned.
"I should have known better than listen to him."
His words dragged a loud laugh from you. The thought of him asking Loki, of all people for an advice was something you thought you'll never hear. And the small pout in his voice upon the next statement both brought you giddiness and butterflies.
Your hands instinctively covered your mouth, but still the sounds slipped through. And if you would have opened your eyes that moment, you would have seen the adoration in Thor's as he watches you.
Yes, it was embarrassing to ask his cousin for advice and finding those herbs was a hard task. But if seeing you like this, with lips arch into the most beautiful smile he have seen filled with happiness he once thought he couldn't bring you, then he would do it a thousand more.
Bonus:
Outside the closed doors, Loki grinned at himself. Trying to get you two was a pain with how standoffish Thor was by this was the most entertainment he had for a long time.
"What the hell are you doing?" It was one of Odin's crow that screeched from beging, as they watch the god smiling, and by experience it never means well.
"Oh nothing," he sing-songed. He floated pass his uncle but never before saying,
"Hope you're ready for grandkids!"
"Huh?"
But they did not receive an answer, only a chorus of laughter from the god of mischief as he drift away.
If you don't know who's Circe is, she's a witch in the Greek mythology that turned sailors into pigs. Odysseus met her during his travel home from the Trojan war. She turned his men into pig too. And it's a book of Madeline Miller too! You should really read her books.
This was requested by @tenshi-san and I apologize that I might have strayed too far from your prompt. I really hope I did your husbando some justice. He was so hard to write because that only thing I can see him as is bored😂. But I hope you still like it!
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tyler seguin | i still see your face (nsfw)
summary: you and tyler break up. it’s harder than you thought it would be.
a/n: highly recommend listening to driver’s licence by olivia rodrigo to get the whole vibe. my spotify must think i have a problem by the constant repeat.
It’s not like you haven’t had a break up before. It’s just that this one feels different. Raw. A ragged edge that’s been torn. You drink too much beer and sleep too little. Your friends rally around you, of course they do, drag you to clubs with too many teenagers, tell you they never liked Tyler anyway. But the lie is thin, and in the dim bathroom of the bar one says, but why did you guys break up? What happened? You blink at her, mouth tasting of tequila. I don’t know.
-/-
Of course you know. You’re an adult. You made this decision together, sat on his couch. One of his throw pillows hugged to your chest so he couldn’t see the way your hands were shaking.
“If this is really what you want,” Tyler had said, and you could hear the scratch in his throat, the way his eyes shone too bright. Unshed tears.
You hadn’t been able to speak, tongue too thick, hot tears on your cheeks, fresh ones ready to replace as they dried sticky on your chin.
He was away from home too much. Your lives were going in different directions. You had opportunities to travel with work, and it’s not like he could come with you. It was best to do it now, a clean break, rather than struggle on, slowly tearing.
You’d cried all the way home from his house, struggling to keep the wheel straight. Your mother would have been horrified by the reckless driving. When you’d finally dared to look at your phone, that first night alone, Tyler’s text made you sob all over again. I love you. Always.
-/-
You talk to him, sometimes. You can’t help yourself. It’s like an itch that becomes unbearable. You have to scratch. Meaningless text message chains. How are you? Fine, you? I’m okay. I miss you. I miss you too. You know it’s not helpful, not the path towards healing that your married friends preach. But it makes it easier to sleep. Knowing he’s still out there. It’s a blissful kind of agony when he texts you unprompted, in the middle of the night, sometimes the middle of the afternoon. I think of you all the time or I dreamt about you or I thought I saw you at the game. Your own misery overwhelms. Winter sets in. You struggle through grey days, take the long way home to drive past his street. Pray you don’t see another car next to his.
-/-
You cry on the phone to your mother, great big sobs like a child does when they’ve lost their favourite toy. She tells you she’ll fly out.
“No, it’s okay. I’m a big girl. I can do this.”
“You can,” she assures, but the surety seeps away as soon as you hang up. A bottle of wine in front of the television. Take out. You’re either starving or not hungry at all now. You only watch ten minutes of an episode before you’re switching to the NHL channel. It’s too hard to forget the schedule. It’s like a reminder in your brain when you wake up in the morning, he’s playing today. You used to nap together, in the afternoons before games. The weak sunlight, the dancing dust mites. A Friend’s episode turned low. Tyler would reach for you in his sleep, nuzzle into your neck. Like he could never get close enough. Like he knew you would leave one day.
-/-
A mutual friends birthday. You’d tried to make excuses, but even you didn’t believe them.
“It’s worse to avoid him,” your friend says, “It will only make it harder later.”
So in an effort to do the Right Thing, to be a Big Girl, and Move On, you find yourself drinking too strong punch, pieces of apple and orange floating in a plastic cup, leaning into a guy you just met and laughing too loud.
And it is fun. For awhile. A mix of old friends and new. Loud music. And for most of the night, he’s not there. He’s so late you think he’s not coming. And you pretend you’re crying because you’re relieved and not because you’re disappointed. You’ve been smart enough to take yourself to the bathroom for the small meltdown, bent over the counter and taking deep breaths. You’re too old to be getting this smashed at a house party. It’s hard to focus on yourself in the mirror, bending light. It’s a good thing he’s not coming, you tell yourself, and wish you could believe it.
You’re headed to the kitchen, the sink full of ice and hiding your drinks. Tyler is there. Tyler is there, standing in the hallway, talking to the host. His big hand makes the beer he’s holding look like a kid’s toy. He’s laughing, crinkly eyes, the sound reaching you. Slapping the guy on the shoulder, enjoying the joke. He’s so happy. How can he be so happy?
Dark eyes meet yours, the fall of his mouth from the grin. He goes to say something, call out maybe, but you’re turning away already, pushing back into the lounge room, the backdoor. Fresh air. Cold crisp of a Texan winter. The weather reporters are saying it might snow this year. He finds you. Of course he does. In the back-garden, looking up at the moon, counting stars. Your name in a familiar voice. The way he says it makes your heart hurt. You can barely look at him, the grass moving under your feet as you turn to face him. Curls peeking out from under a beanie. Black hoodie, dark jeans. You recognise the hoodie. You used to wear it to bed sometimes.
“Hi,” you say, trying to be causal, wanting desperately to be, but at the same time you’re reaching out, clinging onto his arm. Don’t ever let go again.
Tyler smiles, sad and small, “It’s nice to see you.”
“Yeah,” you breathe, head back, gazing up at him. The moon has nothing on Tyler. Come back to me, you want to say, but this is your fault. You did this. You made this happen.
“I wanted to talk to you,” he says, and you think yes, yes, just ask me, I’ll come back I promise, “I think it’s better if we don’t talk anymore. It’s too hard.”
“Oh,” you say. It suddenly seems so much colder out here. “Okay.”
You watch him walk away, back into the house, the light of the party. And if you cry in the Uber on the way home, no one else has to know.
-/-
The first time you sleep together, afterwards, you could almost convince yourself it’s an accident. Not talking hadn’t lasted long. A loss, a commiserating text, a wish to just go back to the way things were. We can, you’d said, just for one night.
It’s almost awkward, the way he’s a stranger around you again. He looks tired, sore, sweatpants and a hoodie. Pink cheeks from the cold outside. His hair is still damp from the shower, curling around his ears. You want to stay here, like this, forever, letting him sit you down in the bed, holding your face in his big hands to kiss you from where he stands between your knees. The way Tyler says your name, wanting, needy. The press of his body on yours. You missed this. You missed this so much. It would never be the same with anyone else. The way he touches you, so carefully, so purposefully. He knows just how you like it, just how you work together.
It’s a habit, for you to be on top after a game, not worth making him expend any more energy. But he fights you for it, doesn’t let you settle, rolls you over onto your back again. You protest, mildly.
“It’ll make you sore,” you say, can’t stop touching him, his hair, his face, his back, his chest. His skin is warm from the hoodie.
“Don’t care,” Tyler says, a crooked smile, nudging his nose against yours, “I want it like this, want to see you properly.”
Your heart is broken and remade simultaneously. It’s all you can do not to pull the doona over both of you and hide forever, keep him here like a prisoner. Cherish him for an age. His mother would never forgive you.
Your body aches for him, as he nudges open your legs, kisses your mouth, your neck, your breasts. You should take your time, enjoy it, the last time, but you can’t help but surge towards the end.
“Want you inside me,” you whisper, fingers on his hips, angling him.
“Yeah,” Tyler rasps, aligning himself, “Fuck. Yeah, please.”
The relief of him sinking home, the opening of your body to him. It’s too easy, almost, the rhythm he settles into. Your legs tight around his waist, groaning when he pulls one up over his shoulder, finds a new angle. A big hand palming at your breast, the way he says your name, thick and low. You come a few moments before him, get off on the way he watches you, holds you, fingers caressing just above where he slides in and out of you. It takes everything not to cry, the final release, the drop of endorphins.
Tyler shakes when he comes, a whole body shudder as he holds himself deep, panting against your ear. You stare at the ceiling and blink away tears. How could you ever have walked away from this? Nothing feels right unless he’s here.
Later, he gets up to leave, but you reach out before he can get out of bed.
“Please stay,” you whisper, pathetic. Tyler’s a shadow in the dark, but he’s warm when he slides back under the covers, gathers you up against his chest. You can hear his heartbeat as you fall asleep.
-/-
It takes you another week to swallow your pride. You call your mother, again, cry on the phone, again.
“I think I was wrong, I think I made a huge mistake.”
“If he is who you say he is,” she counsels, “He’ll forgive you.”
“What if he doesn’t?”
You’re convinced that someone will be in your parking spot the whole drive to his house. A new car. A girl’s car. You can’t breathe along his whole tree lined street, until you see the empty spot. Like it’s waiting for you. Like it has been this whole time.
You almost slump into him when he opens the door, the relief, the grief. He’s surprised to see you. Sleepy. Got in late last night from a Roadie. The dogs are everywhere at once, bumping you into each other as they try to get a cuddle. Tyler stumbles into you, forced by Marshall’s heavy tail. Your hand on his ribcage, steadying. Are you really going to do this? On his front step? Behind him, you can see your red coat on the coat hook. So that’s where it was. You’ve been looking for it in the cold. And he’s kept it, this whole time. Waiting for you.
“I’m sorry,” you say, “I’m so, so sorry.”
Tyler shakes his head, confused, furrowed brow, “What’s going on?”
“I made a mistake. I made a stupid mistake. I got scared, and I panicked. The truth is. I love you. And I’ve never loved anyone like I love you. And it’s scary. I’m so scared. But I shouldn’t have taken it on you like this. It was wrong. And if you can’t. If you can’t forgive me I understand. But. I really, really want you, too.”
He says your name, quietly, prayer like. Your hand is still on his chest.
“Are you sure?” He asks, and the dogs are still all around you, the front door is wide open. Tyler’s socked feet on the porch.
“I’m so sure.”
And he’s laughing. He’s laughing. And he’s kissing you. Warm and fresh and familiar. And then you’re laughing and then you’re crying and Tyler is just holding, holding, holding you.
And along the street, a warm breeze blows through the trees. The promise of summer.
#tyler seguin#tyler seguin imagine#hockey imagine#hockey fanfic#nhl imagine#tyler seguin smut#hockey smut#imagine
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I Want To See You Smile - Part One
Notes: I decided to write something for the Gorillaz fandom, because I have fallen suddenly back into obsession over the band and needed to get it out of my system. I also would like to add that the fic holds some problematic themes concerning abuse, and that I am both aware of these themes and am working through them carefully. That being said, I hope you all enjoy!
Summary: After a fateful encounter one day, Murdoc finds himself addicted to tickling his bandmate and doesn’t know why. 2D’s adorable reactions certainly aren’t helping.
Murdoc wasn’t sure what was wrong with him. His face was flushed, his head was spinning, his heart was jackhammering wildly in his chest; all this from a chance encounter in the living room.
Maybe he was dying. He would have preferred that, honestly, to whatever the fuck this was.
He had discovered 2D’s body sprawled out lazily on their beaten up couch, gangly limbs thrown haphazard over its surface. In one of Murdoc’s hands was a bottle of something toxic he had just conjured up in the kitchen and in the other a journal in which he had planned to write either lyrics or obscene drawings in—he hadn’t quite decided which. Still, he couldn’t do either with the blue-haired idiot dozing off and claiming all the available seating space.
“Hey,” he said, slanting his eyes down in annoyance. “Dents. Move it.”
2D mumbled something indistinguishable in his sleep, but otherwise didn’t move. Murdoc frowned. He must really be out of it. Still, Murdoc had a mission and he wasn’t about to give up on it now. He leaned down, gripping his sides for a handhold as he attempted to shove him off. As he did, however, 2D shifted and squirmed under his touch, one hand unconsciously coming down to shove his hand away. Murdoc ignored him, readjusting his grip and tugging at his limp form. This time 2D let out a sleepy giggle, swatting at his hands once more.
“Stop,” he muttered incoherently. “It tickles.”
Murdoc’s eyes widened with realization. Ah. So that’s why he’d been acting so weird. He started to move his hands away, when an idea occurred to him—another way to get him to move. He smirked, keeping his hands on hips and squeezing with more purpose this time.
“C’mon 2D,” he teased in a low whisper. “I need to get on this couch.”
2D was moving more now, soft, breathy laughs echoing from his vocal chords, still not fully awake yet. If he was this ticklish asleep, Murdoc couldn’t imagine what he would be like awake. He squeezed again and again, poking and prodding at this one spot on his hips that had 2D spazzing. Finally, 2D’s eyes fluttered open and his frown of confusion quickly turned into a silly grin at the sensations dancing upon his skin.
“M-Muhuds?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. “W-Whahat are yohou d-dohoing?”
“Getting you to move.”
“C-Cohouldn’t yohou h-hahave juhuhust ahahasked mehehe?”
“Eh. This was more fun.”
2D groaned sleepily, tired giggles slipping out unwarranted. That one spot on his hips, pursued relentlessly, was quickly becoming unbearable and his hands came down again to shove Murdoc off. Unfortunately, his grip wasn’t strong enough and he held onto Murdoc’s wrists uselessly. “Hehehe, ahaha, muhuhuds!”
“Hmm?”
“Ihihit—” 2D broke off, the tickling spiking suddenly and prompting a squeak from the man. “Ihihit tihihickles!”
“Does it now?” Murdoc teased, scratching his nails against the soft divot of skin contained there. “Well that’s quite an unfortunate situation, isn’t it?”
“Ah! Ohohohokay, ohohokay, I’ll mohohove!” 2D agreed eagerly, shoving desperately at his hands.
“Nah, I think it’s a bit too late for that now.” Murdoc hoisted a leg over him on the couch so he was no effectively straddling the other. “I’m having too much fun to stop now, and I think you need to learn your lesson about listening right away.”
“Buhuhut yohou dihihidn’t ahahask—ahaha, nohohoho, ehehe, stahahap!”
2D fell into quick hysterics as Murdoc began ruthlessly pursuing his hips now, one hand on either side. 2D scrabbled fruitlessly to shove his hands off and when that failed he resorted to frantic squirming and writhing underneath him instead. “Wow, dents,” he muttered with a sarcastic leer. “I didn’t realize you were this sensitive. I’ll have to remember this for the future.”
“Stahaha—ahaha, ehehe, nohoho! Ihihi tihihickles tohohoo muhuhuch!” 2D’s laughter soon became a breathless stream of giggles, interspersed with hiccups here and there as he fought to control his body’s reactions. As Murdoc watched him, a strange flush began to creep its way up his neck and his stomach writhed with unexplained nerves. This was different from all those times he had tormented 2D in the past. This was something new and altogether unnerving, and Murdoc didn’t like it one bit. But even as he was tempted to stop, the sight of 2D begging and laughing under him was too appealing to quit now.
“You know, I distinctly remember Noodle being veeeery ticklish here when she was younger.” Murdoc secured one of his wrists in his hands, dragging it far above his head. “I wonder if it’s the same for you.”
2D’s eyes widened and his struggling increased, giggling apprehensively as Murdoc’s fingers wiggled towards his defenseless pit.
“No, no, please, wait, no mohoHOHOHohore!”
2D shrieked when his fingers finally made contact, tugging frantically at his trapped arm. The other arm did its best to try to fend Murdoc off, but he would simply switch to a different spot until 2D moved to protect there instead; the second he did, however, Murdoc would simply move back to his underarms and the cycle would repeat once more.
Red-faced, writhing and babbling out incoherent pleas, 2D was quite a sight. Murdoc found himself so caught up in it that he hadn’t realized how intense he had gotten until 2D let out a frantic shriek and finally pulled his arm free. The sound snapped Murdoc out of his haze and he quickly rolled off the other, head spinning.
2D curled up on the couch, residual laughter spilling from his lips as he fought to regain some semblance of coherency. He gripped his torso protectively, skin tingling from the overload of sensation. “Hah… ha… ehehe… w-whahat was that?”
Murdoc had no answer, only that he needed to leave for fear of tickle jumping the poor man again. So instead he merely grunted, snatching up his alcohol and journal and stalking out the doorway, trying with everything in him to get the image of 2D in that helpless, strangely appealing state out of his head. 2D watched him go, confusion and leftover bliss swirling over his features.
Murdoc would have been happy to write that moment off as a one-off mess-up, a momentary lapse in judgement, had it not happened again after that. And again. And again. Every time he saw 2D, which was often when the band was squished together as it was, all he could think about was digging his fingers into his sides if only to hear that adorable yelp again.
His excuses were getting weaker as time went on, as well. “Wait, no, please!” 2D pleaded, noticing the fateful smirk on the other’s face as he backed him up against the wall. He had messed up some lyric or another during rehearsal, which at this point was all the justification Murdoc needed. The others looked on in confusion as 2d quickly fell into hysterics, Murdoc pinning him against the wall with his onslaught of tickling.
“Guhuhuys!” 2d cried, giggling wildly as Murdoc poked fingers rapid-fire into his sides. “Hehehelp m-mehehe!”
“Hey Murdoc, don’t you think we should leave him alone now?” Noodle asked hesitantly. “It wasn’t really his fault—we all mess up lyrics from time to time.”
“Lyrics?” Murdoc snapped, before remembering his original reasoning for the attack. “Yeah, well, this way he’ll learn not to do it again.”
Noodle frowned but otherwise did little to help him. It wasn’t until Russel placed a hand on his shoulder that Murdoc finally backed off. “We should probably get back to practice,” he said firmly, a warning note to his voice. Murdoc scoffed, releasing the other and letting 2D crumple to the ground in a trembling ball of nerves.
“Yeah, whatever,” he muttered, sitting back down and picking up the bass. “Let’s just get this damn song over with already.”
For every grievance imaginable, throughout the course of that strange and confusing month, 2D would find himself reduced to a squirming mess of limbs at the hands of none other than Murdoc Niccals—spent too long in the shower, called him a name, wasn’t fast enough when Murdoc asked him to get out of the way, finished the last of the potato crisps. Small, unpreventable things that ultimately Murdoc only cared about because it provided such ample excuse to wreck the other.
Over the course of that month, Murdoc also spent sufficient time trying to figure out the reason for his growing obsession. Each time he thought about it, however, a hot blush crept up his neck and a world of voices screamed at him inwardly what are you doing? He didn’t know. He didn’t know what it meant, nor why it was only tickling 2D in this way that made him feel like this. He hadn’t ever experienced anything like this in the past. Sure, he had teased and poked a couple of the girls and guys he’d dated in the past, but it was always quick, fleeting touches that ended almost instantly—just something to get a reaction. Now though, it was clearly something different. The sight of 2D shrieking and writhing under him made his body react in a way that was altogether different from how you would with your platonic bandmate whom you despised.
One night he got so fed up thinking about it that he decided to give up on sleep and head out to the kitchen to make himself something to take the edge off.
Who should he find but the man of the hour himself, the blue-haired bean pole, standing at the sink and pouring himself a glass of water.
As soon as he noticed Murdoc’s presence behind him 2D startled, quickly shutting off the faucet and edging away from him. “Oh hey, muds,” he greeted, that nervous, finnicky smile already taking over his features. Murdoc jammed his hands in his pockets so he wouldn’t do anything.
“What are you doing up so late?” he grumbled, shoving past him and reaching for the various bottles of liquor littered over their countertop.
“Just getting a glass of water,” he replied cautiously. Murdoc simply grunted in response. Watching him cautiously, 2D continued to slink towards the doorway. He paused at the exit, however, hand on the doorframe. He curled his fingers in hesitation, before quickly whirling around to face the other once more.
“Aren’t you gonna…” 2D started before breaking off his sentence, clearly embarrassed.
Murdoc turned to face him, tossing back a glass of tequila—definitely not midnight appropriate, especially when he had to be up at the crack of dawn tomorrow for rehearsal. “Aren’t I gonna what?”
“You know…” 2D trailed off, blushing, before awkwardly wiggling his fingers a little as a demonstration.
That same, creeping red returned to his face and Murdoc stiffened. Still, he wasn’t about to let the little upstart get the upper hand, so he said, leaning back on the counter with fake confidence, “Why? Do you want me to?”
“No, but, I mean, not entirely—” 2D stopped himself, clearly thrown for a loop. “I just meant that usually you… you know, do that. Are you… not going to anymore?”
For some reason it hadn’t occurred to Murdoc that 2D would pick up on this recurring habit of his. To have it stated so bluntly was certainly a shock to his system. The two stood in that tiny kitchen, an uncomfortable energy in the air as the silence between them increased. Murdoc tongued the inside of his cheek, debating how to phrase his next sentence.
Before he could, 2D spoke up for him. “I don’t… uh, I don’t mind, that is.” He spoke cautiously, waiting for Murdoc to snap at him or throw something. When he did neither, 2d continued, “I prefer it, over the other stuff. Also it’s… it’s sort of fun, in a way.”
Murdoc slowly sat down his liquor bottle, narrowing his eyes at the other. “Are you saying you like it when I tickle you?”
2D shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Sort of? I mean, it gets sort of intense sometimes, but even that’s, uh—” He pressed his lips together, evidently deciding that whatever he would have said next would only make the situation worse. “I liked it, yeah. Whenever you’re, you know, tickling me, I sort of get the feeling that you like doing it. Which in a way makes it feel like you enjoy spending time with me and that’s… nice.”
Murdoc stared at him. The confession was so brutally honest in a way that only 2D could ever pull off. For some reason, that made him angry. He took a couple steps forward and 2D instinctively scuttled backwards. “Listen. I don’t tickle you because I ‘like spending time with you’, or whatever it is you’re going on about. I was doing it because—” he broke off, sneering at his own verbal incompetence. The real reason, the reason why he couldn’t get the image of 2D laughing, 2D happy, out of his head for weeks on end, floated at the edges of his consciousness. He chose to ignore it, as he did most things that made him uncomfortable. “I did it because I fucking wanted to, alright? And it has nothing to do with you or any kind of bond you think we’ve built. I do what I like, and your job is to shut the fuck up and leave me be, got it?”
2D matched his intense glare, face darkening. Where before there had been fear in his face, now there was only resignation. “Yeah. Got it.”
He snatched his water off the table, nearly fumbling and dropping it. Luckily, he managed to catch it just in time, though not without some leftover embarrassment. His drink retrieved and his smooth exit ruined, he proceeded to stalk moodily out of the kitchen.
The second he was gone Murdoc exhaled shakily, all the fight going out of his limbs. He leaned back against the counter for support, slowly sinking down to the ground. The cold linoleum felt good against his bare skin, and he chose in that moment to forget about all the crumbs and grime most likely littering the floor.
He rubbed his heels against his temples, replaying the conversation over and over again in his head like some kind of broken record player. Which in a way makes it feel like you enjoy spending time with me… It was stupid. Murdoc had never cared about the other man’s opinion before.
So why did those words make him feel like crying?
#tickle fic#gorillaz#murdoc niccals#stuart pot#2D#2doc#fanfiction#fanfic#bands#noodle#russel hobbs#tickling
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Where do we go from here (1)
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: After one drunken one night stand Bucky wants nothing to do with Y/n. Will he change his mind later?
Words: 1.7K
Warnings: mention of sex, angst for this one
A/n: After almost one month I’m finally back with a new story. This one will be a mini series divided in three parts and each part will have its own warnings.The idea for this story was by @tom-hlover thanks to her I found the inspiration to write again. So thank you darling! 💕
Feedback is appreciated! xx
She woke up with a start and bunched the blanket to her chest when she realized she was naked underneath the covers. Her head was ready to be split in two by the unbearable thrum of pain and she was confused as to why she wasn't wearing any clothes. She never went to bed naked.
Wait, the bed. The bed wasn't hers. She looked around with sleepy eyes only to realize that it wasn't her room either. Where the hell was she? Not even a moment later a light sigh could be heard from the other side of the bed she was still in. She whipped her head quickly towards the noise and groaned low in her throat as the movement caused her more headache.
The nest of hair laying on the pillow next to hers were chocolate brown, long locks that were inviting her to card her fingers through it. The thought brought her a small flashback. She had done so last night. She carefully moved the blanket the man next to her was covered with, and when his metal arm was uncovered, she gasped in shock at the sight.
The man sleeping next to her was none other than Bucky Barnes.
She couldn't believe her eyes. She had sex with Bucky. The man she'd been in love with for more than a year. It was such a shame she couldn't remember anything of last night, though. She tried to search her brain for more answers but nothing. After the party last night the Avengers had lingered around for a couple of hours more, getting shitfaced in alcohol and playing truth or dare like teenagers. Y/n had been one of the people who drank the most. No wonder she didn't remember anything about the night before. No wonder she had a splitting headache too.
The biggest problem though was still sleeping soundly next to her and she had no idea what to do about it. Now that she was awake a million thoughts attacked her mind and she couldn't stay one more minute in bed. The headache wasn't helping either, so she decided to get up and make herself a cup of coffee instead of sulking in bed.
With quiet movements she got up from the bed, making sure she didn't wake Bucky up. She gathered her scattered clothes from the floor and got dressed in a hurry, making a beeline to the door and walking out of his room. Only when she was in the hall she let out a sigh of relief she'd been holding for the last couple of minutes while she was making her escape from Bucky's room. She felt like a thief for walking out like that but she was in no condition to think of a better way to act.
She was just about to go to her room when she literally ran on Natasha. The redhead was as always looking sharp, even after her training with Steve. Once she saw the state of dress Y/n was in, she couldn't help but smirk at her teammate.
"Rough night?" She asked with a teasing tone and Y/n blushed at what her words were insinuating.
"I- uhm..." She didn't know what to say, but Nat only smiled at her.
"Go get ready, Sam was waiting for you in the gym." She said and walked away from Y/n, making the latter feel actually grateful that she didn't tease her anymore.
She mumbled a 'bye' and walked to her room, closing the door behind her and feeling actually relieved in the privacy of her room. Shower, she thought to herself and moved to the bathroom. She discarded the clothes she was wearing quickly and only when she stood naked in front of the mirror in her bathroom she finally saw what Nat had meant with 'rough night'. Her neck and the top of her chest were covered in hickeys, small and big, some light blue and other angry purple, and she couldn't help but feel embarrassed at the sight. The dress she'd been wearing didn't hide anything. She felt her skin flush in embarrassment and then at the thought that Bucky had done those hickeys to her. He had loved her and marked her and painted her body like a canvas and she still couldn't remember a damn thing about last night!
When she returned to the kitchen she was wearing a shirt that didn't expose not even one inch of her chest. Her neck was covered with concealer as much as possible and she looked somewhat presentable.
Nat and Steve were there and they greeted her with smiley faces, Nat's lips curved in a different smile that silently told her 'I know your secret'. Y/n didn't pay her any attention though, she moved around the kitchen to pour herself some much needed coffee. Not even five minutes later, Bucky decided to join them, he too fresh out of shower, his hair still wet.
"Good morning." He said to nobody in particular and when Y/n heard his voice her eyes snapped to his face and she couldn't help but stare at him. She wanted to say something to him, at least a 'good morning' back, but she couldn't even form the words. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish in the water and she finally pulled herself together enough to speak.
"Coffee?" She asked as she rose her own mug slightly towards him. He took it with a small thanks and moved to sit next to Steve. Not one more word spoken between them. To say that she was surprised by his behavior is an understatement. Then she thought maybe he didn't want to speak about it in front of the team and let it slip. They'd have plenty of time to talk later.
She made herself another cup of coffee and drank it while standing. "Sam's waiting for me." She excused herself from the other people in the kitchen and made her way to the gym. Just like she said Sam was still waiting for her, but she didn't train with him because not even five minutes after they had started he got a call and had to leave the compound, leaving Y/n too behind without a training partner.
She was about to pack up and leave the gym too when she heard his voice. "Care to go a couple of rounds with me?" His words reached her ears like velvet and she blushed hard at the meaning she gave them in her head. She nodded hesitantly and returned to the sparing mat, taking position for the hand to hand combat. She knew his fighting style, his technique, because he had taught her everything when he first returned from Wakanda. They moved around each other like two predators, neither wanting to attack first. Only after a couple of minutes staring each other down Bucky was the first to lunge at Y/n with a punch she easily dodged.
They had been at it for at least one hour and Y/n was sweating profusely. The super soldier was still calm and fresh just like in the beginning and Y/n envied him for the serum that coursed through his veins. She was still holding herself rather nicely against him.
One damned moment he grabbed her thigh and she had another flashback from last night. His metal fingers stroking her inner thigh gently as he went up and up... She lost focus on the training and Bucky was finally able to pin her down.
She was breathing hard underneath his strong body and their faces were mere inches away from each other. "Bucky..." Her voice came out a whisper and he finally broke out of the stupor, getting up and freeing her body from his.
"You did good Y/n." He said simply and moved to walk out of the gym without another word, leaving Y/n once again confused by his actions.
"Buck!" She called after him, making him turn his head again to look at her, silently asking her what was going on. "Can we please talk for a moment?" Her voice was shaking as she asked him that and she missed how he let out a sigh. In annoyance or anything else, he didn't know either, but he nodded his head anyway and she walked to him again.
"What is it?" He asked once she was next to him, sounding almost impatient to get this over with. He knew what would she want to talk to him about, he wasn't stupid. But the way he asked 'what is it' made Y/n hesitate as she spoke her next words.
"It's uhmm.. About last night.." She formed the words nervously, not really expecting his cold reply after what had happened last night. Not wanting to think of the worst yet, she waited with hope in her heart for his answer, but the next words that left his mouth killed whatever hope she tried to keep.
"Last night was something that shouldn't have happened Y/n, but it did. We were both drunk and things happened but now we're not drunk anymore and it's better if we just forgot all about it." He spoke quickly, not even stopping to think or see how she was reacting to his words.
She could only nod dumbly as she listened to his words, trying her best to not let the tears spill from her eyes. Out of anything he could've said, this was not what she expected. Truthfully, she didn't even know what she had been expecting from him at all. It was obvious he didn't have any feelings for her. What happened was only a one time thing and she'd better accept it.
He was still speaking but she had stopped listening a while ago. "Okay, Y/n?" He called her name and she finally returned to reality.
"Yeah, yeah." She spoke up, not really knowing what she was agreeing to. "Nothing happened, I already forgot it." She smiled dumbly, trying to appear as if she wasn't dying inside.
"Okay."
"Okay Buck, glad we sorted this out. I have to be somewhere now, so..." She lingered a moment more than she wished, before whispering 'bye' to him and almost running out of the gym, leaving behind Bucky and her heart in his metal hand to crush as much as he wished.
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Late Nights
pairing: wolfstar (sirius x remus)
genre: fluff
warnings: hints at sex
words: 2015
summary: sleeping in the same bed as sirius has always seemed natural to remus, helping each other out with nightmares like friends do. But this year something has changed for Remus and it makes the current sleeping situation both unbearable and necessary for Remus’ continued existence.
note: inspired by the song ‘Sleepover’ by Hayley Kiyoko (i know this is a very popular headcanon but i never thought of writing it until i heard this song and decided that i absolutely have to)
Remus was nearly asleep. Nearly but not quite. He could feel Sirius’ arm pressed against his, their hands just barely touching. That alone was enough to keep Remus awake. But Sirius was fast asleep, not bothered at all by the fact that Remus was lying right beside him. Of course he’s not bothered, Remus thought, why should he be? We’ve been sharing a bed for years.
Remus still remembers the first time he and Sirius slept in the same bed. Remus had woken up shaking from his usual nightmare: when he had been bitten by Fenrir Greyback when he was five years old. He had gone to get a cup of tea from the common room, to try and calm down. When he came back upstairs, he heard a stifled sob coming from the direction of Sirius’ bed.
“Sirius?” Remus whispered. Sirius whipped around in his bed to look at Remus. Remus couldn’t quite see in the dark but he was sure that Sirius’ cheeks were tear-stained.
“Yeah?” Sirius said. If Remus hadn’t been an expert at pretending that you’re not crying when you are, he wouldn’t have been able to hear the tremble in Sirius’ voice.
“Are you ok?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Remus knew that Sirius was lying. He had given that response himself countless times and not once had he been telling the truth.
“Did you have a nightmare?” Remus asked.
“It’s no big deal,” Sirius said, but Remus could hear his voice shaking.
Remus grabbed a cup from the table in the room, poured half of his tea into it and brought the cup to Sirius, who sat up in his bed.
“Thanks,” Sirius said after Remus had handed him the tea. “You can sit down if you like,” he added, gesturing to his bed. Remus did. Then he cast a silencing charm over the bed.
“What was that spell?” Sirius asked, still whispering.
“Silencing charm,” Remus replied.
“How do you know how to do those?” Sirius asked in awe. Remus shrugged.
“It’s a useful spell,” he said. They sat in silence for a few minutes, drinking their tea.
“I woke up from a nightmare too,” Remus said, eventually. He hadn’t wanted to share this; he hadn’t been planning on telling anybody. But he wanted to help Sirius. And this seemed like the best way to do that.
“Are you ok?” Sirius asked him.
“Yeah,” Remus said. “You?” Sirius nodded.
“Do you want…” Sirius started, “never mind.”
“What?” Remus asked.
“Nah, it’s stupid.”
“What is it?”
“It’s just…” Sirius started hesitantly. “Back home, whenever my brother, Reg, or I had a nightmare, we would sleep in the same bed to help us feel better. So I wanted to ask if you wanted to try that. It’s stupid, I know.”
“It’s not stupid,” Remus said. “It’s actually really smart. I wish I had a brother that I could do that with.” Sirius looked surprised for a minute before he spoke.
“Well, now you have me,” he said. Remus smiled at him. So they crawled into the same bed and fell asleep to the sound of the other’s breaths evening out as they drifted off.
But something had changed this year. The sound of Sirius’ deep, sleepy breaths no longer rocked Remus to sleep; it kept him awake. Suddenly, Remus found himself unable to sleep at night, his heart thumping in his ears, his breath catching every time Sirius’ bare skin brushed against his under the sheets. Remus had gone and fucked things up. He’d fallen in love with Sirius. And now Remus was afraid to cross a boundary. Everything he did seemed wrong. Remus didn’t want to make Sirius uncomfortable. One wrong move and Sirius might decide that this sleeping arrangement didn’t work for him anymore, that he didn’t need Remus anymore. Remus didn’t think he could bear that. He didn’t know which would be worse: being this close to Sirius but not being allowed to touch him, to kiss him or pining for Sirius from far away, starved of any contact at all. Well, not at all. He supposed that he could still hug Sirius. He hugged James sometimes, after all. But how many excuses to hug Sirius could he possibly have? Not enough. Not nearly enough.
Remus didn’t want to lose these moments with Sirius. He didn’t want to lose the brief contact of their hands and legs beneath the blanket but it was becoming increasingly harder to just leave it at that, to restrain from making the fleeting moment turn into something more, something that could satisfy Remus’ thirst.
Suddenly, Remus feels Sirius turning over in his sleep. Remus doesn’t open his eyes. Sometimes, he’ll watch Sirius sleep, just for a little while. Staring at Sirius while he’s asleep is far easier and far less frightening than staring at him during the day when he could look over and catch Remus at any moment. So Remus made the most of it. But he didn’t feel like torturing himself tonight so he keeps trying to sleep. But then Sirius speaks.
“You’re my best friend,” Sirius whispers. “My soulmate.” Remus’ heart skips several beats. Is Sirius talking to… him? He opens his eyes and finds Sirius looking right at him.
“And you’re mine,” Remus whispers back. And then Sirius honest-to-god falls out of the bed. “Holy fuck, Sirius, are you ok?” Remus asks, concerned but also trying to contain his laughter.
“Remus,” Sirius says, standing up. “I thought you were asleep.” Remus shook his head.
“I was trying to sleep,” he says.
“Sorry,” Sirius says.
“It’s not your fault,” Remus replies. But it is. Sirius is definitely to blame for Remus’ insomnia. Because how the fuck is he supposed to sleep when Sirius Black is lying right there next to him, his lips soft and full and utterly kissable; his jawline sharp and incredibly sexy; his hair still somehow looking flawless, despite tumbling out of the bed seconds ago. Just Sirius. Everything about him consumed Remus’ mind, making his heart beat in his ears, driving away sleep. But Sirius can’t know this. Not now, not ever.
“Then why can’t you sleep?” Sirius asks. Remus just shrugs. “Is it the moon?”
“No, no,” Remus assures him. “I’m fine. I just… couldn’t fall asleep. What about you? Is everything ok?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Sirius says. “We should probably try and get some sleep.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Remus says. Sirius climbs back into the bed and they lie there for a while. But Remus can’t fall asleep and he can feel Sirius tossing and turning beside him. After what feels like half an hour (although they have no real way of knowing) Remus turns towards Sirius, making what is probably the dumbest decision he will ever make. Remus already knows that he will regret this. But he’s made up his mind now; he’s going to do this.
“Sirius?” Remus whispers.
“Yeah?” Sirius says, turning his head towards Remus but remaining flat on his back.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course,” Sirius says. “Hold on.” He turns to where James and Peter are fast asleep, snoring like logs, and casts a silencing charm around the bed. “Ok. Now we can talk normally. So what’s up?”
“It’s… I have a problem and I need some advice.”
“Ok,” Sirius nods. “What kind of advice?”
Remus swallows hard.
“Dating advice,” he says.
“Oh,” Sirius says; Remus can’t discern his tone. “Ok, what do you need?” You. I need you.
“I… I like someone.”
“Ok,” Sirius says. “What’s she like?” Remus swallows again. There’s no turning back now.
“He,” he whispers. Sirius looks at him in surprise but there’s no judgment or disgust in his expression.
“Ok, what’s he like?”
“He’s… incredible,” Remus says. “He’s smart and he’s kind and he’s funny and… he’s really, really gorgeous.” Remus feels himself blush.
“Ok,” Sirius says. “Do you know if he’s into guys?”
“Yeah,” Remus nods, “he is.”
“Ok,” Sirius says again. He turns on his side so he’s facing Remus. “I’m not seeing the problem here.”
“The problem is… he’s my friend. And there’s no way he likes me back.”
“Why not?” Sirius asks. Remus snorts. Sirius grabs Remus’ arm. “Remus. Why the fuck not?”
“Because he’s just… he’s way out of my league. And besides, he would never look at me like that.”
“And you really like him?” Sirius asks.
“So much,” Remus says, closing his eyes. “I like him so much. And every time I see him it’s just… I die all over again.”
“Have you told him how you feel?” Sirius asks. Remus shakes his head, opening his eyes.
“I don’t want to fuck everything up.”
“Remus, you have to talk to him,” Sirius says. Remus just shakes his head. “Yes, Remus, yes you do. You need to talk to him and find out how he feels.”
“Sirius, I told you, I haven’t got a chance with him,” Remus says. “Telling him, it would… it wouldn’t do anybody any good. He’d just be weirded out.”
“Remus, if he really is your friend then he wouldn’t want you to be in this much pain. Just talk to him. Tell him how you feel. Think about what’ll happen if he feels the same way; you can be happy.”
“And if he doesn’t?” Remus asks.
“If he doesn’t…” Sirius hesitates. “If he doesn’t then you can start to get over him. And I’ll be here for you. The whole time.” Sirius puts his arm around Remus. Remus closes his eyes for a moment and breathes.
“Is that what you would do?” Remus asks. “If you were me, would you do this?”
“Yeah,” Sirius said, “that’s what I would do.” It takes Remus several moments to collect himself. He’s not ready for this but he won’t ever be more ready, so he might as well. Remus turns to face Sirius. Their faces are just inches from each other.
“Sirius,” he says slowly. He looks deep into Sirius' eyes. Their penetrating grey stares straight back. Sirius’ mouth falls open as he realizes what Remus is telling him. Remus reaches out and caresses Sirius’ cheek, brushing his lip with his thumb, determined to do it once before Sirius pushes him away and starts hating him for fucking everything up.
“It’s… me?” Sirius asks. Remus feels the tears well in his eyes as he nods, but he doesn’t let them out.
“I’m so sorry, Sirius, I didn’t mean to—” But then Sirius kisses him, swallowing the end of his sentence.
“Shh,” Sirius whispers, as they break apart, lips still close together. “Don’t apologize. Don’t apologize for anything. You’re so stupid. You’re so fucking stupid, you bitch. How could you think for a second that I don’t want you?” Sirius ran his fingers through Remus’ hair and Remus leaned into the touch, closing his eyes. “You’re so perfect. And I love you, Remus. I’m so in love with you. And every second you were talking about that guy you liked I wanted to scream with agony.”
“I’m sor—”
“Shh,” Sirius says, putting a finger to Remus’ lips. “You have nothing to apologize for.” Remus smiles and rests his forehead against Sirius’.
“I love you too, Sirius,” he says. He takes Sirius’ hand and their fingers intertwined together. Remus’ tilts his head so his lips flutter over Sirius’. Then he turns his head and does something he’s been thinking about for months, imagining what it would be like. He kisses Sirius’ jaw. He starts below his earlobe, kissing his way down that perfect jawline.
“Remus,” Sirius moans. Hearing Sirius say his name like that makes Remus’ heart pound faster than he thought was humanly possible and this time he kisses Sirius’ lips. He lets out a moan and pulls Sirius in, closer, closer, but Remus doesn’t need to make an effort because Sirius is pressing his body into Remus’. They’re so close, Remus can feel Sirius’ pulse beneath his fingers. It’s fast. Remus kisses Sirius harder. And finally, finally, Remus can do what he’d been longing to do with Sirius in this bed all year. And maybe after that, if there’s any time left, Remus could get some sleep at last.
#remus lupin#remus lupin fluff#sirius black#sirius black fluff#moony#padfoot#wolfstar#wolfstar fluff#wolfstar fanfiction#remus x sirius#sirius x remus#marauders#marauders fanfiction#marauders one shot#wolfstar oneshot
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hello! i'm the anon who asked for the mark fic and i meant "it" by them ending up making out (since mark asked for a kiss) and i'm not really sure if you're comfortable with that so i asked ToT sorry for confusing you!!
omg then yay, i can write it for you. and no worries, i’m glad that we got it all sorted out, bumble. plus, i’ve always wanted to write something along the lines of this so thank you for giving me the opportunity to. here’s the og rq...
“i really really love your works! they are written so well and delicate. i saw your hyuck fic abt the "oh you wanna kiss me so bad" and i end up thinking how mark would be "but i wanna kiss you so bad" to y/n when they get into an arguement.
so, may i request a mark fic with "but i wanna kiss you so bad 🥺" when him and y/n get into an arguement because mark wants attention but y/n have a pile of work to do so he uses that as an excuse and they end up doing it ( only if you're comfortable on writing it)”
"𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐢 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 𝐁𝐀𝐃" — mark x (gender neutral) reader ✧ word count : 775 ✧ disclaimers: swearing, per usual
the clock strikes 3:50 a.m. when you turn in your art history essay, three hours and fifty minutes late. your sigh reverberates in your shudder that follows, sleep was a foreign concept lately. the rollercoaster of workload never seems to end with another four assignments due later this same day. figuring that sleep wouldn’t do you much good besides leaving you with even less time to get work done, you decided to simply continue.
it’s 4:20 a.m., not an hour after your resolve was made, when a heavy-eyed mark trudges into your workspace, leaning on the doorway. you don’t hear him and you certainly don’t see him when his face upturns into a set frown, blinking slowly at your hunched position and the multitude of textbooks and papers that surround you. you hear his slipper-clad feet before he reaches you and you almost whip the tip of your pen into his chin when you turn abruptly. “shit mark, you scared me. what are you doing up this late?”
his eyebrows furrow at that, almost in disbelief, “i could ask you the same question, what are you doing up this late?” mark is now leaning on the edge of your desk, his thigh folding up a few of the papers scattered about. “i’m working,” the tone in which you say it certainly isn’t given sardonically, but it’s the curt, almost nonchalant, set of two words that ticks your boyfriend off. “you told me you only had that one essay due. are you still not finished?”
“oh no, i’m done with that, i’m just-”
mark doesn’t hesitate to cut you off as soon as he learns that you’re finished, “then why haven’t you gone to sleep yet?” his eyes are piercing into yours, the sleepiness replaced with a stern look.
“mark, i- things are just hectic right now, “ you struggle, under his heavy stare, to get out words that’ll make him believe what you’re doing is reasonable. hell, you’re not even sure if your idea of reasonable is indeed reasonable, seeing as it’s nearing 4:30 in the morning and your whole consciousness is currently being sustained by caffeinated drinks and caffeinated drinks only.
his voice raises an octave, “so what if things are hectic?!” mark’s hand comes up to rake his hair in frustration before he takes sudden note of your forlorn gaze at the blinding screen of your laptop. his gaze softens by a tenfold and, taking the armrests of your swivel chair in each hand, he turns you so that you’re eye to eye with him. after a minute his voice reappears, this time laden with comfort and support, “y/n, babe, you just work and work, and you don’t sleep or take care of yourself, or even let me take care of you...and you never have time for me- us.”
giving in is all too easy when he looks at you like that, says things like that, even more so when you know he means it. resigning your persistence, you let out, “alright, i’ll be in bed in thirty, just gotta wrap some things up.” the look in his eyes shift, for the nth time that morning. mark’s movements hold a sulking adoration in the way he takes your crossed arms and pulls them apart, placing them around his hips.
“but i wanna kiss you so bad, like right now kinda bad.” you chuckle up at him but stop when you realize that he’s dead serious. pouty mark is always serious. he sees the way you take your bottom lip under your teeth, the way your blink stutters for a smidge of a second, the slow flush of your cheeks. mark loves how he can make you feel all these little things without doing much at all. so he takes it upon himself to act on this love.
the next few seconds go by in flurries that aren’t comprehensible to those who have never felt the deadly combination of love and adrenaline. the push and pull, tug and nibble, of mark’s lips that mold in tune with your own is the only thing that stands in the way of your much-needed sleep. tongue-tied is taken literally and neither of your minds are there to question it. the need for air becoming unbearable, you part with him, the little pop that resounds a result of both your salivated lips. he laughs at that, the child in him surfacing. you’re left with no recollection of your hefty workload, and the feeling of your boyfriend’s lips on yours for the rest of the night, or for the oblivion of the morning.
copyright © 2020 rouiyan all rights reserved.
✧ end note — got a great deal invested into the plot but i hope you like it, sweet pea. also, writing for mark is such a joy, i must say.
#nct fics#nct scenarios#nct mark#nct mark fics#mark lee fics#mark lee fluff#mark lee x reader#mark lee angst#requested#rouiyan writes
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Wait....Top Wholesome Y/N gets terrifying jealous. Can I request that!? Y/N wrap their arms around the yandere's waist (hugging them from behind) and lay their forehead on their shoulder. Y/N takes a deep sigh and looks at them with a glare full of anger (or horniness...but mostly Y/N being piss off.) Y/N whisper in their ear, "Let's go home...I need to release some steam." Yandere is unable to walk the next morning. (Can you write it about the yanderes who are just...bottoms? Or become a bottom when Y/N is a top? Thank you)
I just adore the thought of the yanderes being bottoms to a possessive y/n
Skipped hikaru cause he has a whole story bout him being a bottom
Didn't add scarlett cause there is no way she is a bottom, the only way she would ever bottom is if maybe she was with a feral reader
This story contains: smut, jealous reader, reader giving off soft yandere vibes
Theodore
Theo was incredibly handsome so it's only natural that someone would wish to flirt with him. He had took you to one of his favorite coffee shop for a relaxing date, all it took was you leaving to the bathroom only to return to have a flock of girls around him. "Oh, well thank you for such kind words but I'm on a date" it seems they weren't getting the hint so you walked over before simply plopping down in theo's lap a sharp glare on your face while the male pushed up his glasses his face red before he placed a hand on your thigh. "Theo, let's go home now."
Your hands gripped the male's hair as he felt like his hips were breaking from you slamming down on his cock over and over and over. "Y-y/n~ y-you're being too rough on me i-i cant-" his shaky words were met with a rough kiss before you pulled back watching his eyes get teary. "Who owns you and this cock?" Your voice was low and filled with a burning rage that you just had to release. With that you continued to ride him in such a way that drove him absolutely insane, you were definitely in control of this situation "y-you do! I-im all yours!"
Axis
"oh so you're blind? Poor baby. Must be hard on you."
Axis nervously stood waiting for you to show up to the movie theater for your date and while waiting some older women decided that he was just too adorable to pass up. The male tried to explain that he was on a date but it seems they weren't getting it "y-you all a-are really k-kind but I'm waiting for my-" his words were cut off when a scent hit his nose and like an excited dog he turned his head towards the smell before feeling a soft hand against his arm. It's you! He knew that smell anywhere! You wrapped your arms around his waist your breathing tickling his neck.
"hey babe, let's go home and watch movies instead okay?"
Axis drooled as he felt you grip his hair yanking his head close to your sex making him pleasure you while you pumped your fingers deeper into his hole. "You're such a sweetie, but you shouldn't be so kind to strangers ax it makes me sad" your pouting tone made the male whine and whimper as he trailed his tongue along your more sensitive of areas
"i-i never wanna make you sad..never! P-please forgive me y/n!"
Salem
Salem had his nature of docile and calm, moments where you two can go on a date on public without making a scene. Though feeling someone rub against him always riled him up so when you excused yourself to the bathroom while you do were eating breakfast at a diner it wasn't long until he had some flirty strangers sit beside him and rub along his thigh trying to take him home.
"you're hair is so pretty, I've never seen a boy with such pretty long hair" their voice was making salem's head spin though he wasn't sure if that was good or bad. His instant thought was downright gruesome they weren't you, so it was okay to eat them..right?
Salem started to drool which they must've taken as intense pleasure cause it wasn't long until he was backed into the corner of the booth trying to hold in his cannibalistic urges while he felt hands trail up his thighs. And soon the feeling was whipped away as you pulled the stranger away before grabbing salem's hand your eyes cold and filled with rage. It was time to go home
"who owns you?! Who owns everything about you?!"
Your voice was drowned out by salem's loud squeals and moans as you thrusted deep into his hole your hands gripping the leash connected to the collar around his neck that choked him. "Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!" His chanted got more and more whinier as you fucked him harder until he was sobbing and shaking under you. Salem was such a good boy
Prince
Prince was a total ladies man or at least he was until he met you, he had to let all his many one night stands know that he was off the market though some just didn't get the memo. "Come now princey, you really gonna say no to me? Don't you remember what we did right here after hours...we were so loud I'm sure the whole area heard it" prince nervously gazed at the female who sat at his bar clearly wanting another ride. His main worry was you coming back thinking he was unfaithful.
"Sorry but I don't put my dick just anywhere anymore"
"but you could, you always hated commitment so why bother now?"
Before prince can utter a word you were hopping over the bar without a single care in the world. "Hey babe, you done working?"
Prince admired your badass nature and simply nodded ready to go, though he missed that deadly glare you shot towards the slut.
"if your groupies can only see you now, whining and whimpering to feel an ounce of pleasure" you spoke lowly as prince bucked his hips up as you stroked his cock and fingered his hole but gave a frustrated huff when you stopped for the third time that moment, just as he was close you would stop and he was going crazy.
"p-please, have mercy"
"I'll think about it."
Yuki
Yuki gave off huge 'dont bother me' vibes but even still with that people would come up to him thinking they have a chance. You two were at the arcade and had split up since he had to use the bathroom, as he started to walk back to where you were he bumped into someone causing him to stumble back lightly. He looked and saw that it wasn't you so he proceeded to keep walking without speaking a word.
"don't leave a guy hanging now hot stuff!" The male stranger followed yuki who now scrolled through his phone ignoring the stranger but soon noticed they blocked his path. With a frustrated sigh he looked up his green eyes clearly bored and uninterested
"you're quite the looker..how about we go out together?"
"no."
They definitely wasn't expecting his dry and short response but when yuki suddenly felt himself being touched he cringed lightly making an expression one can see as cute. Having someone touch his chest that wasn't you gave him bad vibes, he didn't like that. Before he could take action you were at his side hugging against him calming his nerves down
"please don't touch him okay? He has anxiety" your sweet tone did not match your sharp glare or light scowl. With that you dragged yuki along who was more than eager to cling to you.
Yuki panted softly his back arching as you thrusted slowly inside of him making it unbearably slow, he needed more so much more and your teasing was making him crazy. "Come now, you can be louder than that can't you? Tell me what you want yuki"
"y-you, I want you..please y/n"
Rocket
Your beefed up boyfriend always got attention wherever he went, so going to the beach was probably a terrible idea honestly. You two found a perfect spot and once all set up rocket excitedly stripped out of his shirt, you definitely noticed all the stares from both male and females. Of course it wasn't long until a group of girls came up to him blushing and giggling, clearly wanting to ask him out
You sat next to him on the towel while he started to put sunscreen on, your glare was sharp as the girls started to flirt and gawk. "You're really ripped, do you work out or something?" Rocket who was oblivious as always proceeded to entertain them with his innocent answer. "Well we're going to play volleyball, of your sibling doesn't mind you leaving then maybe you can join us?"
SIBLING?! utter rage filled you but you forced a smile now standing up, rocket glanced your way and was about to correct the girls but you simply interrupted him. "Hey babe I think it's gonna start raining soon we should go" you were met by a pouty rocket who really wanted to go swimming but the two of you packed it up and went home.
The water grew cold as you stroked rocket's thick cock while standing behind him trailing kisses along his back feeling him shudder and squirm against your touch. "B-babe, I'm gonna- ngh! So good" his small moans always made you even hornier and it wasn't long until you had him pressed against the shower wall sliding inside of him and feeling his large body shiver at the feeling. Your hands going straight to his chest now groping it and squeezing his nipples
"I'll show you who you belong to"
Yuuta& yuuji
Having two boys meant twice the flirting and twice the annoying sluts bothering them. You three had taken a vacation to disneyworld and when your three weren't in the hotel fucking each other's brains out you were at the amusment park walking around and doing things.
"hey how about we ride that?" Yuuji pointed at a big roller coaster that made both you and yuuta worry about your life. As you three waited in line yuuta felt someone brush their hand against his waist, thinking that it was you he settled down not minding it until he nothing both your hands gripped yuuji's arm.
with wide eyes he turned only to see a random girl touching him but to make matters worse it seems yuuji got targeted as well by a boy, the twins had a look of discomfort. "Sorry me and my brother were wondering if you two would be open to a double date, you two are very cute and-" you cut them off with a loud fake yawn causing both boys to look towards you in worry their attention on you now.
"oh sweetie! Are you tired? We can go back to the hotel if you want?"
"damn y/n if you're sleepy you should have let us know!"
Wasn't long until you held both boys hands the three of you walking back to the hotel while you shot the strangers a hard glare.
"you two really are so cute, no wonder people fall for you." You eyed the two boys who both had their hands tied above their heads, blindfolds on while a line of sex toys sat at the end of the bed. You've been teasing their holes for the last hour and they couldn't take it much longer.
You pumped the toys into each of their holes watching their reactions, yuuji always gave the cutest moans while yuuta whined and let out small cries of bliss.
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Haikyuu sick/hurt characters headcanons: Karasuno edition!
⚠️ sickness, injuries, phobias, allergies and correlated symptoms ahead. If these themes upset you, proceed with caution. If you use these, credit me, please. ⚠️
Sawamura Daichi:
He doesn't let anyone know when he's sick. He'll show up to practise with a fever of 39°C and say that he's fine if someone points out how warm he is ("It's just overextertion. If you're not warm, it means you haven't been exercising well!")
He doesn't actually believe that he's fine, he knows his limits, but he just doesn't want to alarm anyone.
Luckily, he always manages to hold on until he reaches the bathroom if he's feeling pukey.
When he does get sick, he's very quiet and discreet. He always tries to go back to what he was doing before, insisting that he's okay.
When he's sick or hurt, the other third-years can see through his "I'm okay!" act (remember that time he hit his head and insisted that he was fine to play?), and know how miserable he really feels, so they force him to take it easyー he's no match for Suga, who will use mild violence if that's what it takes to make Daichi give up and rest.
Sugawara Kōshi:
He's anemic, cue to his constantly cold hands (and feet). Because of this, he takes iron pillsー or he should, because he forgets more often than not.
When he forgets the pills, he gets dizzy and weak, and needs to sit down for a bit. Once, he passed out due to anemia during practise, and he doesn't want to repeat that ever again, so he's extra cautious.
It's easy to understand when he's feverish, because he gets unexpectedly sleepy and quiet. He will fall asleep in class without even realising it if his temperature's any higher than 37,5°C.
He rarely gets hurt, but when that happens nobody's sure if he's okay or not. It's not that he denies it, but he simply doesn't say anything ("why didn't you say anything sooner!?" "B-because you didn't ask..?")
Once, he twisted his ankle and walked on it for a little less than thirty minutes before actually asking the coach if he could go get himself some ice. Of course, they didn't send him to get the icepack, but he had to sit there and listen as Coach Ukai yelled at him for not speaking up sooner.
Azumane Asahi:
He gets anxiety-induced stomach aches very often, and that's why he's used to feeling dizzy and to puking. Vomit doesn't scare him anymore.
Whenever he's sick, he runs away from the others; he needs to flee, far away. He loves his teammates, but he's scared that they'll accidentally overwhelm him further, and he doesn't want them to feel guilty.
This man can't stand the sight of blood. Like, at all, not even a little. Not even in movies. When Shimizu got a shallow paper cut, the Coach actually had to physically support him when getting him seated on a bench.
He broke his left index finger when he was a first-year, and as soon as he saw the bone sticking out of the skin (it looked worse than what it really was) he fell backwards and on a very concerned Sugawara without a word.
Cue to lots of tears and puke on the way to the hospital. He was inconsolable, but when Daichi had the idea to hide the injury from his eyes, Asahi managed to calm down a bit. In every situation, it's not the injury that scares him, but the blood.
Nishinoya Yuu:
He's reckless, he won't even notice when he gets injured. Since he's so used to bruises, bumps and shallow cuts, he doesn't understand when he's actually injured.
This guy played a whole set with a sprained wrist before realising that "hey, this feels kinda weird..?" and he didn't tell anyone until the end of the game, when his wrist was visibly swollen.
High pain tolerance plays a major role when he's injured or sick. Still, the others wish he would have a more average pain tolerance, because, once, Nishinoya felt sick during math class, and still claimed he was fine. He thought he was.
When he was rushed to the hospital due to a "mild ache in his lower stomach" that had been going on for two days after the math class incident, along with a 38,7°C fever, he was told that he had appendicitis ("I thought I just ate something bad or that I needed to take a huge dump! How was I supposed to know!? I thought I was fine."). It was clear that he wasn't, in fact, fine.
Tanaka Ryuunosuke:
He will try to toughen everything out and ignore the pain until it gets unbearable. Be it an injury or some sickness, he will automatically ignore it if he doesn't think it's serious enough to be life-threatening.
That's why he almost died when he ate one of the peanut butter cookies that Yachi had baked. Turns out, allergies do existー but he wished he'd found out in a different way. Sometimes, "My throat's kinda itchy. Does my tongue look... too big? It... it feels too big." can be synonym of "Hospital, now." Bless Takeda-sensei.
The time when he collided with Daichi, Tanaka completely ignored the fact that his arm hurt, and only realised when he took his shirt off in the locker-room and heard a screech from Yamaguchi. The bruise went from his shoulder to his elbow, blue and swollen. Cue to lots of pain relief cream and ice packs.
Ennoshita Chikara:
He never broke a bone in his whole life, but he's very good at dealing with it when it happens to someone else. He's just fascinated by how the human body works, and sometimes people think he's being cold in front of someone else's pain, when he's really just being logical.
He's good at dealing with his own pain too, though he rarely gets hurt or sick.
When he gets sick, he recovers pretty rapidly, but this leads him into relapse. That's why he's not allowed back to practise for a whole week after he recovers ("I'm fine. I've been fine for three days already, my fever wasn't even that high..." "Last time you said you were fine, you almost got pneumonia. Go home.").
He gets bad allergies during spring, and takes a lot of antihistamine pills which make him sleepy. He often has to excuse himself from class to go take a nap in the infirmaryー the teachers and the nurse know, so they always allow him to.
Narita Kazuhito:
This man is the embodiment of health. His diet and lifestyle will probably allow him to live until past the age of 100.
That's why he's not used to getting sick. And when he does, he's a confused mess with no idea of what to do with himself.
When he puked on himself after practise he was so shocked that he chuckled nervously and stood still, frozen, until Kinoshita and Ennoshita dragged him to the bathroom. He almost found the whole ordeal funny.
Kinoshita Hisashi:
He really despises vegetables and fruit, and often gets mocked because of it. He often stuffs himself with sweets and fried food until he feels sick ("But... how? That cake had strawberries in it! It's supposed to be healthy!").
He gets very bad seasickness. Once, his friends decided to drag him to Miyajima: he spent the time on the ferry and first hour on the island puking his guts out.
The thing he doesn't do good with is fainting: if someone passes out in front of him, he does the same, always. When Daichi passed out in the middle of the court, Kinoshita was thankful that Narita was there to hold him up, because he was ready to leave the land of the living.
Kageyama Tobio:
Always denies everything ("my nose is not bleeding!!") and this only makes everything worse for him. If he feels shaky, he won't take a clue and sit down; instead, he'll push himself and end up falling down on whoever's closest to him ("Daichi-san, nice receive!" "Now's really not the time, Hinata...").
When he gets sick, he gets sick hard. The flu has him puking all day long, with a fever of 39.5°C that, he insists, is not that high. His family and friends are smart enough to understand that he's lying. Not even the doctors and nurses at the E.R. can convince him that he's sick.
To be fair, he does not lie when he says that he's not hurt or sick: he genuinely thinks that whatever's going on with him is normal and not that bad.
He accidentally tripped on the leg of a desk in class, and fell face first into the teachers'. The deep, bleeding cut on his forehead wasn't enough for him to understand that he needed to go to the infirmary, and he just sat back at his desk, apologising for the mess. Turns out that his "little cut" needed six stitches in the end, and that his "mild headache" was, in fact, a mild concussion. He showed up to practise the following day anyway, and the Coach had to physically prevent him from joining.
He doesn't do good with nausea, though; he doesn't mind fevers, joint-pains, blood, bruises, or the act of throwing up itself. But when he feels nauseous he actively wishes to pass out, because anything is better than dealing with feeling like that. That's why he'd rather stick his fingers down his throat to get rid of the nausea already than waiting for it to pass naturally.
This got worse when he started suffering from migraines. As soon as he feels one starting to build behind his eye, he throws himself over the toilet, waiting for the dreaded nausea to come so that he can get rid of it before it gets too bad. He stays like that for hours if that's what it takes.
Hinata Shōyō:
He pukes a lot, and for a number of reasons: nervousness, motion sickness, fear, hungerー this guy can't even take it to the bathroom.
His guts are a mess, and he either vomits or poops every time he feels any strong emotion (which is...pretty often, for him). Thank goodness his friends always have pills that help with motion sickness with them, along with antiacid pills and sparkling water, and that Kiyoko and Yachi often restock the bus and everyone's backpacks with paper bags.
The higher the fever, the more he moves. Ever since he was a kid, a fever has never stopped him, and to be fair, fevers make him feel more motivated and energetic. He takes "Hey, no. Sit down, drink up, and rest." as an insult because "I'm fine. You're benching me because you think I suck, huh!? But I was doing fine! I- I was being good, right..?"
Yes, fevers make him emotional. He'll cry for anything once they make him admit that he's sick. He mostly cries because "How could I get sick? I'm going to be useless! I should've paid more attention, I should've been better!" but Kageyama knows for sure that he saw a feverish Hinata crying over a picture of his sister, for some reason.
He doesn't mind blood when he's the one to be bleeding, but if it's someone else, he freaks out. Seeing someone else having a bloody nose or bleeding from some injury, even small and insignificant, makes his stomach flip.
Tsukishima Kei:
He's never said "I'm in pain." in his whole life. The most honest statement he managed to grit out was "It kinda hurts.", but he never said anything more than that. He won't show himself being so vulnerable, ever.
Whenever he has to go to the optometrist, he won't eat anything for at least half a day before the appointment, because he knows for sure that he's going to throw up after the doctor dilatates his pupils.
He's a quiet puker, and he always locks himself up in the bathroom, which can be dangerous in those situations. After that time when he passed out after throwing up, his mother got an extra key of the bathroom, and always lingers close to the door when she knows that her son's about to be sick.
If anyone tries to interrupt him when he throws up or when he's in acute pain, he will yell at them. It's not that he doesn't appreciate the help, but he hates how everything feels so crowded around him when he's down. The only person who's brave enough to help him when he's like that is Yamaguchi, mostly because he's used to hearing his angry words (even if Tsukishima's never insulted him personally).
Yamaguchi Tadashi:
Terribly emetophobic, he won't throw up even if he has to. He just won't do that, no way... Which is cruelly ironic, since he gets sick pretty often due to anxiety and weak immune system. Tsukishima doesn't mind helping him out (but he would never step close to anyone else when they're sick) but he can be a bit rough sometimes; this both reassures and agitates Yamaguchi. "I'll stick my fingers down your throat if you don't throw up now." doesn't sound too kind, but when Tsukishima adds "it'll make you feel better, I promise." Yamaguchi feels a bit calmer. He’s also a loud puker.
He's a type-2 diabetic, though he has it under control and hasn't had any problem related to that in a while, not since the beginning of middle school, at least. Still, sometimes he needs to reluctantly sit practise out because he's obviously too shaky and weak to strain himself that much. When that happens, they all make sure that someone sits with him to make him feel less alone... and he appreciates it immensely.
He's on anxiety meds, but they make him feel dizzy sometimes, which leads him into a spiral of panic for fear that he'll get sick. It's a huge contradiction, really, and he hates it with his whole soul.
He's one of the people in the team who can handle others' sickness and injuries better; it might shock him for a second, but he's ready to jump into action and solve the problem in order to help his friends out.
Injuries don't scare him, though the worst thing that ever happened to him was when he got punched in the face by a bully. He also broke his arm in middleschool once though he doesn't remember muchー maybe it was the shock, or maybe it was that it hurt less than he imagined. The punch freaked him out more than that.
Yachi Hitoka
She's a good caretaker, but an absolute mess when it comes to taking care of her own injuries and sickness.
She's clumsy so she's not new to bruises and cuts, but this doesn't mean that she doesn't freak out a bit whenever she sees blood on her legs or arms. On their way home from school, one day, Hinata and Yamaguchi decided to get her band-aids with little chicks and kittens on them. She finished the 30-pack in less than a month.
She got her period a bit late in life, a couple of months before turning 15, and whenever she's on her period, it hits her like a train at full-speed in the guts. Kiyoko taught her some yoga moves that help with the cramps, and the boys never bother the two of them when they see them doing yoga in the corner of the gym. In fact, they also bought her an electric heating pad for her birthday along with an indecent amount of chocolate that didn't fit in Yachi's bag (and various other presents not concerning periods).
Shimizu Kiyoko:
The scars on her legs are fully healed, yet the skin there is thinner, and so the wounds reopen whenever she accidentally hurts herself there. They sting quite a bit, and though it's unusual, she hisses out loud when it's bad. Everyone agreed to make sure that medkit is always equipped with antiseptic cream. To this day, Kiyoko insists that it isn't necessary, but they disagree.
She always knows what to do when someone else feels sick, but she's unsure about what she'd do in case of her own sickness. She hasn't been sick in too long to know.
She hasn't gotten a cold since elementary school, and that one time when she thought she'd caught something, when she sneezed at the age of 16, it was actually just a bit of dust allergy. She doesn't even need meds for it.
Takeda Ittetsu:
He hardly gets sick, but he ends up hunched over the toilet more often than not after a Friday night out with his friends. He drinks quite a bit for a teacher, but only when he knows that he can do that without compromising his career or setting the wrong example. Hangovers also leave him a messy wreck, and that's why he only drinks on Fridays: that way, he has until Sunday night to recover.
For someone who's constantly surrounded by teenagers, he doesn't get sick much. He catches a cold every now and then, but nothing more serious than that. And when he's sick, he always tries to prevent the others from catching what he's got, without actually taking care of himself to heal.
Once, he got a fever of 40,1°C and luckily for him Ukai was coming over to discuss about the volleyball club; he found Takeda sprawled face-down in front of the open door. He was boiling, so Ukai took him to the hospital where he stayed for two days. ("I didn't think it was this bad." "So you knew you had a fever and still went to work?" "Yeah, but I had a mask on so that the others could be safe." "And you didn't buy medicine in the meantime?" "Ah, no." "...what the hell!?").
Ukai Keishin:
He catches a cold every other month, no matter how many layers of clothes he wears. These colds are often accompanied by low fevers, but he's used to those so he simply chugs some orange juice and moves on.
He tried to quit smoking countless times, especially since he started coaching these kids, but he can't help smoking at least three of cigs per day. Still, sometimes his chest aches a bit, and maybe it's just paranoia, but when that happens he doesn't touch tobacco for a couple of days.
His liver would even be able to survive Takeda's nights out; his guts, in general, are strong and he swears he's never felt nauseous in his whole life.
💫 I might think of more sick karasuno hc soon, but that's it for now. Expect more characters hc soon! Again, credit me if you use these, and please feel free to share this post! 💫
#friendly reminder that i wrote a emetophobic yamaguchi fic titled '(don't) hold it'. you can find it on ao3! i published it a week ago#i know i'm one day late with the update of those soft haikyuu fics but i'll post the chapter tomorrow morning#haikyuu!!#hq!!#haikyuu!! sickfic#haikyuu sickfic#sick hc#sawamura daichi#sugawara koushi#azumane asahi#nishinoya yuu#takana ryuunosuke#ennoshita chikara#narita kazuhito#kinoshita hisashi#hinata shouyou#kageyama tobio#tsukishima kei#yamaguchi tadashi#yachi hitoka#shimizu kiyoko#takeda ittetsu#ukai keishin#karasuno#headcanon#headcanons#hc#sickfic prompts#prompts
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Valentine’s Day Blues
James felt his legs itch to run, but he simply stood there.
Staring.
Besides his widened eyes, his expression was blank.
This was too much.
Too much!
However, Azul's expression turning from excited to crestfallen did something to him, and he used that itch to run to Azul and envelope him into the tightest hug he can muster. "I love it!" James crowed. He pulled away and smiled, and his hands were on Azul's shoulders. Still, Azul's expression didn't change.
"It's too much, isn't it?" Azul looked down and tightened his fists. "I just wanted to be romantic-"
"But you were! You were very romantic!" James took a step closer to the table and poked the candle in the candelabra. It's slight swaying at the touch made James lean back. Three-leafed and shiny huh? Aluminum maybe? James expression turned from thoughtful to that of terror. Don't tell me he made this in alchemy just for this special occasion. James felt nauseous, and he knew what caused it. "I'm sorry, I interrupted you and...lied to you about how I feel."
Azul snorted. "Did you think that would have actually worked?"
"No!..." James whisked on Azul; his eyes were narrowed. "No..." He spoke more quietly. "But I didn't know what else to say. I was hoping you'd at least drop it with that."
"Well excuse me for wanting to celebrate the one day it's publicly acceptable to treat your mate with romantic inclinations!" Azul hissed. He stepped forward proudly, and looked down at James.
James straightened. Oh, you looking to fight? He mirrored Azul's movement, and stood looking up at the other. "I'll give as good as it gets, Azul."
"Oh really?"
"Yes really!"
Their breathing was labored as their voices rose higher and higher, while they're cheeks felt hot and flaming. The silence afterwards only made these features more apparent to each other, and caused the intensity to skyrocket. Has this always been our form of foreplay? James felt his head light with only Azul's sharp blue eyes against the blurriness of the environment. How am I only noticing this now? James shook his head wildly, and prayed to his Captain that Azul thought him a nut rather than a lovesick fool.
At least in this moment.
"Feeling lightheaded, James?"
Of course not.
James felt the heat become unbearable as Azul got closer to him, and James swallowed. He hated it--he hated how his body reacted to everything, especially everything Azul does. Why does he care what his boss does every morning? Why does he care whether or not Azul follows up on his diet or not?
Why does he care?
James sucked in a breath as he felt a gloved hand press against his forehead. "Are you teasing me?"
Azul blinked, confused. "No, I'm really checking your temperature."
The leathery glove felt warm, and heavy. James would be ashamed to admit it made him slightly sleepy. "Do you really think I'm having a fever, Azul?"
"Ah, maybe."
"Get your eyes and brain checked then." James felt his blood boiling, and he shoved the glove away. Did Azul really think so poorly of himself to assume he was getting sick over Azul and not...getting sick over Azul?
Outrageous!
James flung himself at the other, landing onto Azul's chest as the two tumbled down onto the floor. His forehead and cheeks felt wet as he looked down at the other, the lover he recently shacked with. "I'm not sick." He said simply. "I'm horny over you, Azul. Always have been, and always will be."
Azul looked back, dazed. James wasn't sure if it was because Azul hit his head hard on the floor, or he was trying and failing to comprehend what James was actually saying to him. James felt his gut clench at the idea of the former, and was quickly about to completely skitter off and apologize when Azul grasped his forearm. James gasped; he really hoped Azul would have no inclination to beat him up suddenly.
"Why do you always do that?" Azul whispered. James felt squished against Azul's chest, and he let out a shout of surprise.
"Why do I always do what?"
Azul nestled closer to James, and James held him in return. "Act cute." His tight grip on James said what else Azul thought.
And always run away when things get too intimate.
James squawked, indignant. He could read Azul's body language as well as his own. "Saying I'm horny for you was cute?!" I run because I want to Azul, it is as simple as that. James wished to say, but he hoped his body language spoke these words for him.
"Yes." Azul's lips were akin to a butterfly kiss on James forehead; in embarrassment James would look at anywhere but the face he was actually inches away from. He would remember seconds later how Azul would be starved for any aesthetic appreciation of himself.
After all, Azul was made fun of for his appearance back then.
"Azul...I never told you, and I don't tell you often enough, but...I think you're beautiful."
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this is more of a request then a question, but can you do a got7 where Yugyeom has a sneezy cold and he is try to hire it from the members but they find out an take care of him.
Turning in early
Fandom: GOT7
Sickie: Yugyeom
Caregivers: GOT6
No one’s POV.:
It had been almost two days since Yugyeom had come down with a cold. Not wanting to worry his friends as they were all quite busy, he did his best to hide it from the group. So far, he was doing a pretty good job, though a low-grade fever and headache weren’t really that difficult to hide. What was a bit more tricky, was the sore throat but the maknae was lucky that it barely affected his voice, it just hurt a bit to talk or sing but nothing he hadn’t experienced before. Today though, would be the toughest, given how stuffed up Yugyeom had woken up. His nose was completely clogged and there was a persistent tingle at the back of his sinuses. He wasn’t usually hard to wake up but this morning he couldn’t seem to shake the fog in his head. It took his roommate almost twenty minutes to drag the younger out of bed and if they weren’t in a rush, Bambam would have found his dongsaeng’s sleepy arguing funny. Needing to get ready quickly, Yugyeom had no time for breakfast and the shower he took ended up shorter than he would have liked. The hot water eased the chills and soreness in his muscles a bit, though the youngest knew he would give himself a higher fever with what he was doing.
What Yugyeom didn’t expect though, was what the steam did to his nose. He was glad that his nose was clearing up a bit but that didn’t mean that he was happy with how bad it was itching. With his breath starting to hitch, the maknae couldn’t help but let out two messy sneezes. Sure, they effectively cleared his nose and he was finally able to breathe through it again but he was pretty sure his members had heard him, making it more difficult to hide his sickness. Almost falling asleep again in the shower, Yugyeom finished up and got ready. He decided to dress warm, though no amount of layers could help the cold the dancer felt in his bones. When he emerged from his room, after shoving a travel pack of tissues into his back-pocket, the rest of the group was already waiting at the front door, waiting for him to head out together. Giving an apologetic smile, the maknae put on his shoes and left the dorm with his hyungs.
They had a long car ride to the place where they’d have their first interview of the day and Yugyeom decided to get some more sleep. Resting his achy head against the window, he put in his earphones and dozed off. Bambam eyed him worriedly, being the one to witness the youngest’s out of it behavior this morning. The rapper figured his dongsaeng was just exhausted from their packed schedule lately and needed more sleep, so it was good that he got a chance to rest in the car before the stress of the day started. It didn’t take long for Yugyeom to start snoring, which was a bit confusing to his friends. The maknae rarely snored and being his roommate, Bambam could tell the younger sounded different than usual, almost a bit stuffed up. The rapper had only noticed his roommate snore like this once and at that time, Yugyeom had been sick and miserable with a bad cold. However, Bambam didn’t mention that little detail to his hyungs, hoping if something was wrong, his friend would speak up or at least talk to one of them. They had been friends long enough to know they could talk to each other when they were struggling, so why wouldn’t Yugyeom mention being sick when it was bad enough for him to need a break?
The maknae woke up about ten minutes before they arrived and was a bit frustrated to not have gotten a few more minutes of sleep. After his small nap, he was feeling worse and his nose had started to run. Rubbing his sleeve against his nose, Yugyeom’s eyes fluttered closed as his breath hitched. “hh’NGtx’ch! *sniff* ha’INGTch“ The youngest let out a quiet groan, wincing at the pain in his head that had spiked with the pressure of stifling his sneezes. He wasn’t aware that Jinyoung, who sat next to him, had heard the pained sound and frowned in sympathy. Yugyeom had mild allergies, so Jinyoung wasn’t sure whether he should be concerned or not, his dongsaeng was usually fine and would just sneeze a bit more frequently than usual during spring. And Yugyeom was fine, at least he tried to tell himself that when his body was definitely trying to tell him something else. Clearing his throat, the maknae sat up straighter in his seat and tried to pull himself together till they had to get ready for their interview. He struggled to compose himself though because his brain was still muddled.
His nose had started to itch again and Yugyeom focused to take calm and steady breaths, trying to hold off the sneeze that was forming at the back of his sinuses. He had already sneezed twice in front of his group, if he did again, they would get suspicious. As soon as they were out of the car, the maknae excused himself to the bathroom and hurried there. When he was sure he was out of sight, he pressed a knuckle against his septum and picked up his pace, closing the door behind him just in time to let out a rough sneeze that tore at his already irritated throat. The tickle wasn’t gone though. “hah’KXxgt! *sniff* ‘Nngxt’chh! Huh-huh’INGgxt!“ He pitched forward, muffling the sound against the sleeve that he had pulled over his hand. Letting out a wet sniffle, Yugyeom rubbed at his watery eyes and reached for some paper towels. He blew his nose and had to realize that he was just as stuffed up as he had been waking up this morning. After checking his reflection in the mirror and wincing at how awful he looked with the dark bags under his reddened eyes and the irritated pink of his nostrils standing out against the general pallor of his skin, the maknae washed his hands and left the restroom to get read for their interview.
Since it was only a radio interview, he was lucky that he didn’t have to get his makeup done yet because he really didn’t feel like having his face touched right now. Jaebeom was waiting for him already, seeming a bit stressed because the youngest was running late once again. Sensing the scolding he would get for taking too long, Yugyeom bowed and excused himself. To his shock, his voice came out much more nasally than he had expected but he was happy the leader didn’t comment on it. Maybe it only sounded bad to him and the other hadn’t even noticed or was to stressed to pay attention to it. Of course, Jaebeom had noticed. He had noticed how exhausted and pale the maknae’s face looked and the way he sounded only confirmed his suspicions. Their youngest wasn’t on top of his game, that much was sure but none of them knew what was up with him as long as he wasn’t ready to open up about it himself. Taking their seats for the interview, Yugyeom ended up between Jackson and Jinyoung and he didn’t know what to make of that. Both of them were very observant and sitting close to them worried the maknae, fearing they would catch on to his struggle.
To Yugyeom’s surprise, the interview went better than expected. There were barely any questions directed at him and he barely had to talk at all. If he wasn’t so sure that his members didn’t know he was sick, he would have guessed they were covering for him. Resting his elbows on the table, the maknae kept his hands close to his face, so he was able to subtly rub at his nose when it started to itch again. For a while, that was working quite well but at some point, the tingling became unbearable and Yugyeom moved as far away from is mic as possible, pinching his nose shut and stifling an almost soundless sneeze, that made his eyes water from the force. By now, he was positive his head would explode if he stifled again but did he really have a choice when they were on live radio? “hh’KXxgt! Hh- ’KXxgt!“ Jackson who had been watching him, mouthed a quiet: “You okay?”, to which the younger only nodded, scrubbing his hands over his face. Not believing his dongsaeng, the rapper shrugged out of his leather jacket and draped it over the maknae’s shoulders when the youngest shuddered. Yugyeom blushed at his hyung’s action but was grateful for the additional warmth. Though it felt a bit tight around his shoulders, he put it on properly and relaxed.
Not having payed attention to what happened around him, Yugyeom startled when Jinyoung tapped his shoulder and told him the interview was over. “What’s dext od our schedule?”, the maknae sniffled, clearing his throat. The older tried not to visibly cringe at his dongsaeng’s congested voice and instead shrugged: “We’ll head to the studio and record our parts for the upcoming album.” – “Wait…. I thought we had bore idterviews today, sobe od TV a’d a photoshoot”, Yugyeom frowned confused. Mark started to laugh behind him, patting his back. “That’s our schedule for tomorrow, Yuggs. Did you really confuse the days?”, the oldest chuckled when they walked back to the car to get to the company building. The maknae bit his lip, upset that he didn’t even remember his schedule correctly. Was his brain really that foggy today? Though he was frustrated with himself, Yugyeom was relieved to learn that they had no more public appearances for the rest of the day and that he didn’t have to put on makeup. That would have probably been the most uncomfortable part of the day. Having people dab at his itchy face and ruining their work with how much his eyes had started to water. The makeup around his nose wouldn’t have lasted long anyways with how much he was rubbing it. Just thinking about it made his nose tingle and he let out an irritated “hh’txCHH’uh!“.
They filed back into the car and Yugyeom tiredly sunk into his seat. Planning to sleep through the ride like he had done earlier, he leaned back and closed his eyes. The youngest startled when there was a cold hand on his forehead and he flinched away as the temperature difference caused him to shiver again. “When exactly were you planning to tell us that you’re sick?”, Jinyoung asked sternly. Trying to feign innocence, the maknae put on his best confused expression and replied: “I’b dot sick hyu’g.” – “Mhm”, Youngjae hummed sarcastically, “You know, we might believe you if you didn’t sound like you’re drowning.” They expected their youngest to argue back but he didn’t. He was staring right ahead with a distant look on his face before ducking his head into his cupped hands. “hh’NGtx’ch! ‘Nngxt’chh! H-huh’INGgxt!“ There were a few quiet ‘bless you�� but Yugyeom kept his head low in defeat. It was true, he was sick and he sounded sick. By now it barely mattered to him anymore that they found out, if that meant that he didn’t have to stifle his sneezes anymore because his head was killing him. Bambam squeezed his shoulder comfortingly while Jackson handed him a tissue, which Yugyeom swiped under his nose a few times. He’d blow it in privacy later because that would sound disgustingly productive.
Knowing the maknae was shy about it, there were no further questions asked and the members let him rest the entire way to the studio. It was silent, except for the youngest’s occasional sniffles and sneezes because they didn’t want to make his headache worse. Yugyeom appreciated it although he didn’t manage to go to sleep again. He knew he wouldn’t be of much use at the studio, especially because he wouldn’t be able to record his lines with the way he sounded and his throat hurt but the maknae refused to go home. That was why he ended up on the couch at the back of the studio with his head in Jackson’s lap. Youngjae was the first to record, while Jaebeom sat at the producer desk. Mark and Jinyoung decided to go for a short walk while Bambam wanted to stay with his sick friend. Yugyeom was drowsily resting as Jackson carded his fingers through his dongsaeng’s hair, scratching his scalp lightly. The maknae was still shivering, the chills only seemed to be getting worse, so Bambam grabbed all their coats and spread them over Yugyeom’s long legs and torso before rubbing his hands up and down the youngest’s arms. The dancer had always loved being treated like the maknae he was but that happened rather rarely, so though he was really shy about it, he was glad his hyung’s looked after him so well, making his sickness easier to bear.
Yugyeom had almost fallen asleep but his nose wouldn’t give him a break. The skin around it was already pink and raw from how much he had rubbed at it but no amount of rubbing would quell the growing itch. His breathing started to waver a bit and he turned away to the side, clamping his palm over his mouth and nose. “Hh’ktCHhsx! ha’INGTch *sniff* h-huh *sniff*“. Right that moment, Mark and Jinyoung returned. Cooing at his sick dongsaeng, Jinyoung crouched next to the couch and hummed: “Hey, we though by how unwell you sound, your throat must be bothering you as well, so we got you some lemon tea with honey from that café down the street.” – “Tha’gks hyu’g”, the maknae sniffled, sitting up. He gladly accepted the tea Mark handed him and sighed as the cup warmed his hands. The tea felt amazing, soothing his raw throat and warming him up. The only downside was that he felt even sleepier afterwards and he didn’t know how much success he’d have trying to sleep again, since the urge to sneeze always hit when he was close to nodding off, efficiently waking him again. “You sure, you don’t wanna go home now? Youngjae is almost done and he could take you back. There’s no shame in turning in early when you’re sick and you might be able to rest more comfortably in your bed”, Bambam asked quietly but Yugyeom shook his head, replying barely audible: “I’d rather be with all of you. Dod’t wadda be lodely.” Jackson gently pulled him back down into his lap when he had finished his tea and did his best to lull the youngest to sleep by massaging his aching head. It worked and the maknae soon fell asleep surrounded by his hyungs, far from lonely. Jaebeom ended up carrying him back to the dorm because none of them had the heart to wake their dongsaeng, where Bambam got into bed with him to cuddle and Jinyoung tucked both maknaes in.
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