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I don't consider myself a germophobe but I was horrified that he rested his toothbrush on the counter in a public restroom. I don't even do this in my own bathroom!
But then we had hair eating later in the episode so I guess germs don't exist in this universe LOL
#fish upon the sky#ngl had trouble concentrating after this#i still love them though#I'm all about MorkPi#futs#thai bl
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Hi there! I wanted to request Bakugou, Deku. And Todoroki, how they react to their fem!S/O Being sick. Like they're delirious with a fever near hospitalization( but not quite that level), body aches, wet cough. boys get worried when they don't come into work/school/text back. So they come see, and find her as well previously stated. Thank you so much for taking the time to read and answer this!
Ofc! Stay safe everyone and make sure to wear your masks :O
BAKUGOU KATSUKI
-He’s not a clingy guy, so he doesn’t expect you to answer his texts right away or always tell him where you are or what you’re doing.
-That being said, he knows your routine. If something is off a little bit, he’ll be mildly concerned, but will ultimately chalk it up to you being forgetful or spontaneous.
-But after you don’t show up in class, he starts to get worried.
-He tries to think of whether or not you had any injuries during training that might have excused you from lessons, but he can’t think of any beyond a couple minor scrapes and bruises.
-He sends you a text in between classes, and when you still don’t reply he makes a trip back to the dorms at lunch to check on you.
-He doesn’t expect to find you like...this.
-Curled up on your bed under nearly a hundred blankets, shivering. Your lips are dry and chapped, and he can hear your laboured breathing from the doorway.
-Now, he doesn’t wanna get sick, but that’s the last thing on his mind as he walks over to you and sits on the side of your bed.
-You don’t even seem to be aware of him as he presses a hand to your forehead, wincing at how hot you are.
-He doesn’t want to leave you, but he knows you’re probably sick enough to warrant a visit from Recovery Girl. Pus you’re his girlfriend, so it’s better to be safe than sorry.
-But like I said, he doesn’t want to leave you alone, in case you start choking or something, so he sends Kirishima a cryptic text telling him to bring recovery girl to the dorms.
-Ngl the bakusquad probably tags along with her when she comes to visit, but she ultimately commends Bakugou for calling her because are, in fact, very ill.
-She considers calling the hospital to have them bring you in, but she wants to try helping you in the comfort of your own room before resorting to extreme measures.
-You’re stuck with an IV in your arm for a couple days, and receive a kiss from the old woman on the forehead every morning, and soon enough you start perking up a little. Your breathing improves, and you start to sweat off the fever.
-Bakugou barely leaves your side during the whole ordeal. He goes to classes, but every morning, lunch, and evening he’s in your room. Sometimes he just sits and works on homework, sometimes he falls asleep.
-He’s been warned not to be near you while your still contagious, but he says fuck authority and does what he wants. You’re more important anyways.
-Still, it’s a relief once you start to feel better, and eventually open your eyes. You don’t remember most of what happened the past few days, but you do recall hearing your boyfriend’s voice a couple times.
-He might not know how to take care of you but he’s good at finding people who do, and he’ll always try and do what’s best for you.
MIDORIYA IZUKU
-one hella worried boy.
-Usually you guys hang out before class starts, but he figures that you maybe slept in today or something. So he sends you a text telling you good morning and heads off to class.
-When he gets there and find you’re not there, he starts to feel bad for not going in to check on you, or at least wake you up. Like, what if something bad happened to you and he just ignored it?
-He doesn’t want to be pushy or overly anxious, but he’s also a worrier by nature so...
-He can’t concentrate during class, thinking to hard about all the things that could have happened to you. He really really hopes you just missed your alarm, but a little niggle in the back of his head tells him that’s not the case.
-He excuses himself to ‘the bathroom’ during second period, and runs as fast and as stealthily as he can back to the dorms, where he then finds you.
-You’re practically gasping for air, laying on your bed. You’ve thrown your covers off because you’re too hot, but you’re also shivering so hard you’re shaking the mattress. He knows as soon as he lays a hand on your forehead that you’re not okay.
-So he does what anyone would do and calls one of his friends...who are in class. He’s somehow surprised when Mr. Aizawa picks up and starts scolding him about his students being in class, but he quickly babbles out that he’s ‘not actually in the bathroom and that he went to check on you because you weren’t in class and you’re really sick and please sir could you get recovery girl’
-There’s a sigh right before the line goes dead, and ten minutes later the tired man himself shows up with the school nurse.
-Once they actually see the state you’re in, and hear your horrible congested coughs, they both start to get worried.
-Again, recovery girl will want to try and avoid any media hubbub involving the school, so she’ll try to treat your symptoms in your room. It works pretty well considering her quirk, but you’re still on thin ice. Your fever is dangerously high, and even with an oxygen mask on you’re still having trouble breathing.
-Not to mention your mumbling...you’re not really aware of what’s going on, but it sounds like you’re trying to have conversations. Everyone worries that you’re hallucinating from the fever.
-Midoriya tries to convince your teacher to let him stay with you, but both Aizawa and recovery girl tell him there’s not anything he can do. It’s best he go back to class...which he reluctantly does. And only because recovery girl is going to stay with you until the end of the day.
-Once classes are over he makes a beeline for your room. His hands are full of little things the rest of the class had given him to give to you, as get-well presents. He sets them on your desk and sits beside you on the bed.
-Recovery girl’s quirk seems to be working, you’re a little more restful and still, though your lungs still sound horrible. He talks to you a little bit, wondering how you got this sick with no one noticing, but how he knows you’ll scold him if he blames himself for it.
-He falls asleep beside you on your bed that night, and the next morning he wakes up to a gentle trembling hand in his hair.
-He opens his eyes to find you’ve turn onto your side, and are looking at his with a tired gaze. Your eyes are still a little glazed over, and he can tell you’re not really all there yet, but he still smiles at the improvement, as well as that the first thing you thought to do when you woke up was to touch him.
-He makes sure to keep up with his studies over the next few days, and makes lots of notes for you to go over later when you feel better. All his free time is spent in your room, despite the fact that he might catch what you have. He at least wears a mask at recovery girl’s request.
-It’s a major relief when he sees you sitting up and walking slowly around a few days later, though no matter how much you ask he’s not gonna let you try and do schoolwork until you’re at 100%.
-It’s a miracle this guy doesn’t get sick, though everyone kind of keeps a few feet away from him for a while.
TODOROKI SHOUTO
-Doesn’t think anything of it at first. He notices you’re not texting him back, but your phone might be off or dead, or you might be busy.
-He starts to wonder when you don’t show up in class. If you’d been planning to take a day off, you would have told him. Right? He sends you another text, asking if you’re okay, and promptly gets his phone confiscated.
-He gets it back at the end of the day no problem, but when he sees you still haven’t replied, he knows something is up.
-He ignores everyone on the way to the dorms, ducking in between people to try and get there faster.
-When he finds you in a pathetic wheezing ball under a heap of blankets, he instantly feels a pang of guilt. Maybe if he’d been more diligent, he would have learned that you were sick sooner...
-But it’s hard to beat himself up while he’s still got you to worry about.
-He finds a couple towels and old shirts around your room, and wraps them around some ice blocks he made, then sets them all over your body to help bring your temperature down.
-There’s no one in his phone contacts that he could really call in this situation, so he reluctantly settles for the class president. He’s always wanting to look out for fellow students, after all.
-So Iida shows up, takes on look at you, and sprints away to get recovery girl. Todo didn’t think it was that bad, but he mostly trusts Iida’s judgement, so...
-And then recovery girl comes in and confirms that yes, you are very sick. Very sick indeed.
-And the worry flares up in him again. He watches as she fixes you with IV fluids and antibiotics, and sets an oxygen mask across your face. He can’t help but notice how small and vulnerable you look in this state, and how he wants nothing more than for you to get better.
-He wonders if you should go to the hospital, if it would be better for you there, but recovery girl wants to keep you comfortable. She has most of what she needs at the school, but should your condition not improve in the next day then she’ll definitely arrange for an ambulance.
-Todoroki wonders how he’ll be able to visit you and make sure you’re doing okay if you’re off campus, but ultimately he wants what’s best for you.
-He wears a mask while he’s in your room to try and deter himself from getting sick as well, but he spends most of his time in there. He sometimes does homework, but mostly he’s just laying beside you on your bed thinking (or napping).
-He goes back to his own room to sleep during the night, but the first thing he does when he wakes up is come check on you.
-Your condition steadily improves, but you don’t regain consciousness until the third day, and when you do, the first thing you see if your boyfriend.
-He’s sitting in one of your chairs a little ways away reading, and he doesn’t notice you’re awake at first. When he does see that your eyes are open, he comes to sit on the edge of your bed.
-The first thing he does is give you a lil kiss on the forehead, and then he goes on to explain how you’ve been bedridden for days because of an illness, but how your condition has been getting better over time.
-V grateful that you’re awake now, so much so that he barely even feels the guilt from before. He’s just glad you’re doing okay.
-Gonna wait on you hand and foot for the next week or so, and nothing is too expensive. You want a square watermelon? He’ll get you a square watermelon, whatever you want. He might even try a hand at cooking meals for you, though they’re slightly burnt and overseasoned.
-He tries though, and it’s the thought that counts. He bars most of your classmates from visiting you while you’re recovering, because he doesn’t want to overwhelm you, but after some finagling he agrees to let two in at a time...but only for a couple minutes.
-He wishes he’d paid more attention in the beginning, but he makes up for it by doting on you afterwards.
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haikyuu!! zombie apocalypse AU
anon: hi! how do you think haikyuu pairs would react/response in a zombie apocalypse?
this ask sure takes me back because i had SUCH a zombie phase when i was 12. i literally bought that ‘zombie survival guide’ book by max brooks and walking dead was my fave but AHHH I’M SO EXCITED FOR THIS ASK. also this eventually becomes more angsty as it goes on
Hinata and Kageyama:
hinata would probably be the first to believe in the news on TV but they’ll both be freaking out a lot when they first encounter an actual zombie
luckily they’re both really good at running so they just run for their lives before they consider hiding somewhere
they probably pass by a convenience store to stock up on ‘necessary supplies’, that being meat buns and milk
between the two of them, it would be kageyama who’d keep more of a level head. he devises a whole system for them when it comes to finding hideouts and taking watches at night
as much as possible, they wouldn’t want to directly engage with and fight zombies and choose to outrun them. mostly because hinata would still grapple with the fact that the zombies are still humans
they’d definitely try to find a group to stick around and travel with because they believe in safety in numbers. also they just know they’ll go crazy by themselves
hinata, who hasn’t dealt with the whole zombie apocalypse so far, would feel much better in a group. he’d take on the role of taking care of fellow kids. also, his speed and quick reflexes make him a good scout when they have to do supply runs
kageyama would definitely try to hone his skills with using weapons so that he could be one of the fighters that the group can count on. most of the time he’s doing target practice
if they’re in a good group, i can see their survival chances being quite good but without, they’d probably suffer from emotional damage by themselves
Tsukishima and Yamaguchi:
neither of them would be able to believe their eyes after hearing the news and they’d both be too shocked to act when a zombie horde starts attacking their town
tsukishima would be the one to act first and yell at yamaguchi to run away with him
both of them would try to find a strategic place to hide. if they’re in school, probably thought of hiding in the kitchens because it has weapons and food
they both like to play it extremely safe so they wouldn’t dare leave that hiding spot until either supplies have run low or they’re chased out
yamaguchi is generally quite hospitable to other survivors, especially if he knows that they’re fellow students but tsukishima is way more suspicious
luckily, tsukishima’s wary nature has saved them from being entangled in group conflicts or other people who would try to sabotage them
the only thing is that none of them are very good at combat or doing supply runs so they do have to rely on being in a group
tsukishima would be quickly known for having really good strategies to minimize casualties when they do have to do supply runs or raid a building to turn into a hide-out
yamaguchi would take it upon himself to learn first-aid so that he could be more useful to the group and he becomes invaluable to them in the long-run
between the two of them, yamaguchi would be more hopeful about humanity’s survival and them trying to find a cure or a way to eradicate the zombies
tsukishima would just only grow pessimistic as the years go by, not just from the ongoing zombie apocalypse but because of how he’s seen people lose their humanity
Daichi and Sugawara:
they’re shocked at first but fairly quick to react. they’re able to grab the attention of people around them and start a plan of escape in the event that they’re both in a building when it happens
daichi would be quick to take somewhat of a leadership role but he wouldn’t hesitate to put himself out there to direct counter-attacks. because of this, people would easily see him as a very reliable person
sugawara is also quite skilled at coming up with solutions whenever they’re in a predicament. if they end up in a hideout, he’s in charge of laying traps for any zombies that might come in
both of them do have the potential of becoming leaders in a group of people
their main aim would be to have a section of the city full of survivors that would also be self-sustainable and of course fortified from the outside world
their only fault probably would be that they’re too forgiving and have trouble making hard decisions
in the event that only one group of people would be saved between two, daichi and sugawara would try to save both but that does cost them
they also have a tendency to make things seem okay when it’s not okay to prevent mass hysteria
but that does mean they’ll be hiding things from their own group. but one thing they have promised is to tell everything to each other
Oikawa and Iwaizumi:
ngl they’ll both be really freaked out in the face of a horde of zombies unless iwaizumi would quickly pull oikawa off to the side so they could hide somewhere
i can imagine iwaizumi hammering nails into a baseball bat and expertly using it as his weapon
oikawa is quite crafty and cautious when it comes to interacting with fellow survivors because the only person he can trust at this point is iwa-chan
he ends up prioritizing their survival above all else and has once or twice tricked or backstabbed another survivor just to get weapons or basic necessities
iwa isn’t a fan of it at first but after realizing that it could happen to them, he becomes more open to oikawa’s way of doing things
most of what they do is break into houses and stay there for the night before leaving and going someplace else the next day. they know its not wise to stay in one place
they also don’t really trust other people enough to be in a group. they already have each other so why take that risk?
they do like to look for alcohol when breaking into new houses and after making sure they’re safe, they’ll definitely spend the night drink
neither of them particularly like the way they live and it’s things like these that they look forward to
both oikawa and iwaizumi would like to try and settle down at some point. hopefully in a cabin to themselves in the woods where they can live a life that’s as normal as it can get
Ushijima and Tendou:
tendou,,, wouldn't be that surprised cause i feel like he watches a great deal of zombie films and just thinks that it will happen at some point
when ushijima sees that his friend just knows what to do, he doesn't hesitate in following him
they immediately arm themselves with whatever makeshift weapons they can find
tendou already knows to aim directly for the head and to use the zombie's slow speed to their advantage
its only after they're able to take a rest in a hidden place away from people and zombies that it hits them -- this is going to be their life from now on
they'll try to look for their friends if they can and form a group together. the only people they could actually trust are their teammates
both ushi and tendou would have really good combat skills though
ushijima has enough strength to wield almost any kind of melee weapon, even something like an axe. although his prefered one is a crowbar
crowbars are great zombie apocalypse melee weapons though because ideal weight + pointy end + functional
tendou is great at using handguns (he makes sure to always have a silencer on hand). knows how to conserve ammo too
ushijima would definitely try to look for an ideal place to live (like, a farm). he isn't a fan of having to constantly roam around
tendou is quite fond of scouting missions and being able to explore what’s left of the human race and structures. his goal is to make a map of the area around their hide-out for other people to use
Kuroo and Kenma:
ngl kenma thought that he had been gaming too much and now the zombie survival game he was obsessed with had come to life
and kuroo’s just like ‘are those??? zombies????’
it takes a while for them to snap out of it and realize that such a thing is now happening and they need to escape or hide
kenma’s survival instincts tell them to divert from crowds because crowds are bigger targets and spread infection easily
he’s very strategic about this and opts that their best chance for survival would be to gather resources and hole up inside an apartment with the doors barricaded
since they live in a city, it’s hard for them to move around because it’s so overpopulated
kuroo knows that they’ll have to leave at some point so he trains himself physically, even making makeshift weapons too (hello crowbar and probably a hammer)
kenma spends his days watching from a window, observing how the city population quickly gets infected and falls to ruin but tries to concentrate on routes for getting out
finally, they pack up what supplies they have and make their way down and hijack one of the cars left behind to drive out of the city
both of them know that they have a better chance of surviving in a group but they’re both still wary. whenever they sense that something’s off in their group, they’ll leave without a second thought
kuroo and kenma are the ones who miss the ‘old world’ more than anyone else and they always get a bit sentimental when they break into houses
kenma has a tendency to look around for handheld game consoles and batteries. his most prized possession is a gameboy that he only plays for one minute a week. sometimes he just holds it for comfort
kuroo likes visiting high school gyms, despite their danger. whenever he comes across one, he’ll mindlessly do some serves and spikes with any balls that are left
Bokuto and Akaashi:
when the zombie apocalypse happens, initially they put their trust that the military would be able to save them and that it won’t last for so long
they spent most of their time being in a makeshift military base camp, not knowing what’s happened in the outside world around them until their living space was infiltrated by what it was trying to keep out
akaashi was quick to pack up their things and run, dragging a shell-shocked bokuto with him
with the two of them alone for the first time, their sanity does crumble a bit until a pack of survivors from the same camp find them
neither of them can survive without a group, mostly for mental stability reasons
but when they’re with a group, they are sure to put in their own work
despite his physical prowess, bokuto still has reservations with killing zombies because part of him still sees them as people who unfortunately ended up turned
he prefers roles related to building or strengthening their hideout like reinforcing walls and fortresses
akaashi has this desire to make things feel as normal as possible. he likes tinkering with machines and his main goal is to be able to set up a sustainable source for electricity
they have different reactions to how the world has changed. bokuto hates venturing out of the hideout and seeing the city that he’s known for so long being greatly different.
akaashi, on the other hand, is more accepting of how the world has changed, thinking that it must have been bound to happen
Osamu and Atsumu:
the two of them have watched enough zombie movies to figure out was going on and instantly know what to do
they’re quite quick to snap into action and grab any weapons they can use nearest to them and just make a run for it
they both have different priorities -- atsumu being better weapons and osamu collecting resources like food and medicine -- but they’re quick to sort them out
both of them are also the solo drifter type of people. they travel in the same car, even having the foresight to steal gas from abandoned cars or stations at the roadside
the zombie apocalypse does bring out a savagery in atsumu and osamu. they’re skilled with killing zombies alright. in fact, almost too skilled
the killing desensitizes them to violence and they end up adapting a more ‘survival is the fittest’ mindset
they do have different skills when it comes to combat. osamu prefers using a gun and is quite handy at it. atsumu feels more comfortable with using melee weapons
when put into the situation where they have to kill a fellow human being for their own benefit, they won’t hesitate to do so
sometimes, the twins do reminisce about how their lives used to be and the dreams they once had
atsumu raises his hands and pretends to set a ball when he’s alone and osamu sometimes laughs to himself whenever they raid a grocery store
there’s a savagery in how they kill zombies because of this because that’s how they take out their anger on the things that robbed them of the life they should have had
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New prompts you say?? How's about #126,“I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.” with Chimerashipping? Specifically with Red Son coming to realize he likes Mei and MK A LOT more than he planned to happen?
Ngl, I think this was one of my favorite fics to write. I’m going to apologize in advance to everyone again on how long this took.
126. “I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned.”
They were in Qi Xiaotian’s bed having a nice relaxing time in those rare moments they had when they weren’t fighting demons or getting into trouble. Xiaojiao was lying on her stomach, her legs on Red’s lap while she scrolled through her phone. Xiaotian leaned up against the demon, facing away from Red, he had his nose in his sketchbook. Red, on the other hand, was tinkering with an old device in his hands. If he wasn’t fixated on his current project, his hair would have flamed up in embarrassment after noticing the domesticity of the scene.
He was puzzled when a single touch from them made his heart race, how protectiveness and jealousy sparked up in him when the two interacted with any person outside their normal group. He pondered that maybe it was just because they were his first real friends. He tinkered away at the machine and thought back to the past, how he used to fight the monkey king and almost won, his punishment as Guanyin’s disciple, going back to his mother, freeing his father then finally his second redemption.
The demon was grateful towards the two and their friends for accepting him, originally he had become their friend under a scheme, he pretended his parents had kicked him out. No matter how he refused their help and pushed them away, they never gave up on him and that was what made him defect for real. Now, his life was better than it ever had been before, he owed them. Red Son smiled as Xiaotian leaned up further against him, he felt his heart race.
He took a glance at MK, the boy’s tongue out in a concentration, the gentle strokes he makes with his pencil, the cautiousness as he erases a line, gently brushing away the eraser shavings. Red’s heart leapt, he loved seeing the other boy like that, carefully making sure every detail was beautiful, building up his skills despite the fact that he already perfected his craft.
He gazed at Xiaojiao, focused on her phone and swinging her legs back and forth on his lap. He held back the content sigh threatening to escape from his lips, this was bliss, this was peace. He pondered how he managed to get lucky enough to have friends like them.
Xiaojiao was rather beautiful and Xiaotian was gorgeous, they both were kind souls and wait what- what did he just think? Did he just think they were… okay so maybe his brain was fried from working on the invention, he put it aside, he really needed a break.
He glanced at them again, they were cute- and ack! He wanted to smack himself so maybe their physical appearances were a bit nice but it’s not like it meant anything. He ignored the thump of his heartbeat. People can like each other’s physical appearance just fine without being necessarily attracted to each other but they were his friends, he didn’t want to make them uncomfortable.
Yet the more he thought about it, the more he realized something. He enjoyed their kind nature, the way those two were practically in sync, how they cared for them, how they were both unique in their own way. His heart pounded and he was sure his face was pink.
He questioned it a bit more, how a single touch sent sparks up his arm, his envy when they associated themselves with another person, how they accepted him even when he had attempted using them as pawns in the beginning. Red remembered when his mother, back when they were a happy family, would tell him stories about how she realized she was in love with father.
The signs she told him had made him hold back a slight gasp. He was in love with Xiajiao and Xiaotian.
Red’s palms began to sweat, they were his first real friends and now it just hit him that he was in love. Would this ruin their relationship?
He didn’t want this to change anything between them. He could hide it. He would definitely hide it. They didn’t need to be bothered by unwanted feelings. Red felt Xiajiao swing her legs back and forth again and a gentle hum escaping from her lips.
Red sighed, his mood dampened and he clutched his chest. He wished the thought had never occurred to him.
Xiaojiao and Xiaotian noticed their friend’s contemplative gaze directed towards the plush sheets.
“What’s wrong, Red?” Xiaojiao asked.
He mumbled, “I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned.” He hid his face away from them.
The two exchanged glances. MK tilted his head. “What do you mean by that?”
“Just… I didn’t expect to find such good friends,” he excused. “You two are my first real friends.” He couldn’t just flat out admit he had feelings for them, that was crazy, he was still trying to sort it out in his head.
“Awww, Red,” MK cooed. “Well you have us now!”
“Yep,” Xiaojiao exclaimed. “You have us! We’re your friends now!”
The demon used his fist to hide his nervous cough. “Thanks.”
“So what do you want to do, bestie?”
“Huh?”
“Well as your friends, you should have an opportunity to pick what we’re going to do!”
“I… I don’t know. We don’t exactly share the same interests.” He was sure he was practically a tomato at this point.
“So? We still want to know more about you! What are you working on?”
He raised an eyebrow. “You want to know what I’m working on?” His mouth hung open in disbelief. They had asked him about his projects a dozen times before and even now, he couldn’t believe it. Usually when he got into a project, he loved to explain every little function, every little detail but his parents had never cared about any of that. They just cared that it was finished.
Xiaotian bobbed his head up and down rapidly. “Of course we do! It’s important to you so it’s important to us!”
The girl agreed with a “Yea!”
“Umm… well… okay. It’s not much.” He gestured to it. “Uhhh… Noodle Boy, Dragon Girl?” They looked at him expectedly. “Thank you. Thank you for being my friends.”
They wrapped their arms around his neck. “You never have to thank us,” She said.
“Yea! You’re awesome! We love you, Red!” That declaration made him turn to his attention back to the covers, his hair shot up a bit in flames.
His pulse quickened. It wasn’t an ‘in love’ confession but it was something, he was happy with this. “I… I… I love you too,” he muttered, continuing to gaze at the sheets, completely missing the blush on his companions’ cheeks.
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nct au
favorite things au
genre: all fluff here
pairing: nct 127 x reader
taeil: hand kisses
10/10 the most loving person ever
loves to hold your hand and place kisses on it whenever you’re around
the other boys gag at the sight of their simp of a member
“ew hyung. get a room.”
“you rascal, i can’t. i share with yuta.”
movie nights with him would just consist of him holding your hand close to his mouth so he could kiss it whenever he wants to
the both of your hands get super sweaty but he still doesn’t let go
leans his head onto your shoulder while you concentrate on the movie
when you sleep, he holds your hand close to his lips
overall, he loves the softness of your hands
johnny: forehead kisses
the man is literally 7’11
he can barely reach your forehead by bending down
when he embraces you, your face gets buried in his chest
and i’m ngl, you literally almost suffocate
still, the giant loves affection and touch
you’re literally big spoon 7/10 times
he loves to kiss your forehead when he comes back home from work
on date nights, as the both of you wait for the subway, he wraps you inside of his jacket and pulls you close to his chest while pressing forehead kisses nonstop.
“y/n. please come to bed, i wanna snuggle.”
“sorry, but working on something important.”
“more important than me?”
“of course.”
let me tell you, he sulked. for like an hour before asking for more cuddles.
“i’m just kidding, john. you’re more important than anything.”
flurry of forehead kisses and cuddles
taeyong: cheek kisses
a total softie
and everybody knows it
he likes to stare at you with a small smile every time you enthusiastically talk about anything
tbh most of the time it’s about your university classes
he doesn’t care because he just loves you too much
gets super jealous when you’re hanging around the other members
so he plants kisses on your cheeks every once in a while
you don’t notice his behavior until you feel a tiny tug on your sleeve and find him pouting
“why are you pouting?”
“because.”
“because?”
“pay attention to me, not them.”
you laugh at his words
“okay.”
he leans over to you and leaves a flurry of kisses on your cheeks whenever you lie on his bed and wait for him to finish playing games
your animal crossing houses are legit #couplegoals
he becomes mom of the nct group while you the dad
just loves you so much that he can’t keep his lips off of your cheeks
yuta: neck kisses
as everyone should know, yuta nakamoto is a trouble maker
he loves to embarrass you in front of anybody
which means giving you random neck kisses in front of your parents or the members
he also loves to do stupid pranks on you
one time, he put one red sock in with your white laundry
let’s just say, he got a good beating and slept on the couch for a week
another time, he mixed wasabi into your mint ice cream
thanks to your high spice tolerance you felt nothing
but he felt something when you beat him again
as you lay in bed, watching netflix on your ipad, he jumps on top of you and leaves soft kisses on your neck
“yuta, it tickles.”
does it more just to tease you
by the time you leave their dorm, your neck is wet with yuta’s saliva
doyoung: eye kisses
you lay in bed with him
enjoying the sunlight that shines through his window, to be exact
since his manager was busy with the other boys
the both of you had a chill day
you lay your head against his chest as music softly plays from his record player
he plays with your hair
twisting it, twirling it, everything basically
your legs wrap around his as he softly laughs while watching videos on his phone
“honey.”
“yes y/n?”
“what do you love about me?”
“to be honest love, everything. but if i have to pick one thing, it would be your eyes.”
“why?”
“because i know that i’m the only one you look at.”
he leans and gently kisses your eyelid
and he’s right, he’s the only one you see
jaehyun: ear kisses
let me just get this out there
this boy wakes you up with ear kisses
he just adores your ears the most
he also loves it when you snuggle into his chest
that’s just when he can get closer to your ear
he whispers sweet nothings into your ear, fully aware that you are listening
“you’re so beautiful.” or
“i’m so glad you’re mine.”
loves kissing your outer ear
with the plus of hearing your giggles
by the time he arrives back home, he back hugs you as you cook dinner
again, he whispers
“how was your day,” or
“hello honey.”
his breath tickles your ear
you push him off
“just get ready for dinner. then i’ll allow you to finish.”
he speeds off and comes back in legit four seconds
ready to give some ear kisses
jungwoo: nose kisses
junguwu
what’s more to say
he loves the size of your nose
especially when he can boop it with his finger
you can literally spend years away from jungwoo
but he will never forget your beautiful nose
any chance he gets, he doesn’t forget to kiss your nose
he will always take you to little hidden cafes for some alone time with you
the both of you read books while in the company of one another
you stare out into the snowy city
jungwoo on the other hand, stares at you
before grabbing your hand and running outside with you
you look at him surprised as he lets go and picks up a snowball before throwing it at your face
you then repeat his action
at the end of your snowball fight, your noses were red
he wraps his scarf around your neck and uses it to pull you closer before
dropping a kiss on your red nose
mark: classic lip kisses
mans is a classic romantic
he loves to leave pecks on your mouth randomly throughout the day
whenever you talk to him or the other members, the only thing he stares at are your lips
yuta, unfortunately notices
“yo mark, are you distracted by y/n’s lips?”
“w-what? n-no.”
you softly laugh and continue your story
one day, you and mark decide to go to an amusement park
he plays a bit of games to win you a stuffed animal
in which all attempts were fails
so you told him it was fine and just decided to go on rides
but not rollercoasters cause mark is a literal child
but your last ride of the day ends up being the ferris wheel
as the both of you finally reach the top, mark speaks
“y/n, i love you so much.”
“i love you too mark.”
he leans in for a kiss on his favorite part of your body
your lips
haechan: shoulder blade kisses
he’s a little shit
but he’s your little shit
you walk into the dreamies practice room as the finish up
setting down the bag of chicken you bought for them
hyuck takes you out of the room and to the roof of the building
“where are we going?”
“shh.”
he opens the door and
bam, picnic on the rooftop
“hyuck, you set this up?”
“no, jaemin and jeno did. but i helped!”
back hugging you, he leaves subtle kisses along your shoulder blades
the rest of the night was spent making fun of each other and a food fight
in which, you got in trouble by doyoung and taeyong
but you ran away after so it was fine
a/n: hi, i’m not dead, yet. but this is my first post after being on a super long hiatus on writing because of my writers block. i have so many stories i need to finish, so please stay optimistic and continue loving my stories!
overall masterlist
#nct#nct 127#nct fluff#nct angst#nct imagine#nct oneshot#nct 127 fluff#nct 127 angst#nct 127 imagine#nct 127 oneshot#fluff#angst#moon taeil#johnny suh#lee taeyong#nakamoto yuta#kim doyoung#jung jaehyun#kim jungwoo#lee mark#kim donghyuk#nct taeil#nct taeyong#nct johnny#nct yuta#nct doyoung#nct jaehyun#nct mark#nct jungwoo#nct haechan
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What a Time to be Alive - Diego Hargreeves x reader
Chapter 3- The Swedish Job
Summary: After learning of Diego’s wonderful ‘cough cough ‘terrible’ cough cough’ plan to stop the assassination of JFK. And figuring out Sir Reginald is in the recovered footage, you, Diego, and Five went out to find him. Ending the night with Diego getting shanked by his own father. Now here you are in the aftermath trying to convince Diego, he needs to rest.
Tagged: @white-wolf-buckaroo @la-vie-en-amour1 @fandomoverlord221 If you want tagged just hit me up.
This is like 55% smut ngl.⚔️
To make a long story short, you didn’t end up talking it out with Sir Reginald Hargreeves, or find anything worth dying for either. No hidden notes or files were to be found. And all that you took away from this fun little adventure. A bleeding Diego, and a cranky old man in a 13-year-olds body who also happened to get scratched by an aggressive monkey. Who turned out to be baby Pogo, things have been weirder. So you took it in stride, and hauled Diego’s ass to Elliot’s house, while Five drove, you keeping pressure on the wound the whole time.
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Getting some medical supplies ready, you glance at an unconscious Diego, who’s sleeping soundly on the couch. Shirt off and looking as handsome as ever, contrary to the bloody bandaid covering his injury that you applied earlier. So far he was doing fine, and that’s all you needed to know. You cursed yourself for not stepping up in time to prevent this little mishap. But how could you have known Diego would get stabbed? All that mattered was that he’s alive and not dead. Ben wouldn’t want anyone else hanging around Klaus most likely anyways. He deals with enough nonsense already, you assume.
While holding the steel medical instruments, one in each hand, you carefully position yourself next to Diego. Slowly bringing the utensils closer to his damaged skin, preparing to cauterize the bloody cut. A second later you make contact, hearing a gross sizzling sound and smelling the burning of human flesh. Disgusting. Instantly Diego’s eyes shoot open, gasping at the hot pain your causing him. Being dramatic and starting to get louder, sounding like drums in your ears. Not helping whatsoever.
“Would you quite yelling I’ve never done this before” You tell him honestly while concentrating on the task at hand.
“What happened?” Diego asks you, confused as to how he got here.
“I saved you...again.” You reply bluntly, still working on his wound.
“Did you even listen to the plans?” He mumbles sassily.
“Your plans were stupid and it was entertaining watching you get your ass kicked by your own dad, if I might add.” You reply while finally looking up at him.
Suddenly he goes wide eyed again, lifting his head up to better access the situation. “Where are my clothes Y/N?! The hell happened to my clothes?” He says distressed, trying to get up.
Frustrated with his lack of listening skills you push the cauterizing tool closer into his skin, listening to the sizzle once again. Diego looks down at the damage as he yells out loudly in agony, then abruptly laying down with a groan in defeat. Falling unconscious from the large influx of pain, and conveniently not moving again either. Good.
Focusing back on the task of playing doctor, Five sighs, walking into the room. “Oh. He isn’t dead.”
“Disappointed.” Lila asks, trailing in after him from some hidden corner.
“Oh, to see you? Always.” He jabs back.
“So much hostility in such a tiny package. How are you two friends?” She asks, glancing at you unamused by Five’s rudeness.
“He’s an added bonus for dating Diego.” You vaguely explain, smiling to yourself as she nods and focuses her attention back to Five.
“Did you cut yourself shaving? I could tech you to shave like a big boy.” Quips Lila bluntly.
Snorting in amusement at her banter with Five, you look over to him. Who’s holding up a cotton pad over his scratch marks. “No, just ran into an old family friend.” He says tiredly with a sigh.
Looking briefly behind him, he points to Elliot who’s still tied to the dentist chair, unable to properly speak. “Neither of you untied him?” He asks.
“I was preoccupied.” You shrug.
“I wasn’t told otherwise.” Lila says, while sitting down and reclining in a chair.
——
While you’re throwing one of Diego’s knives into the nearby wall for some pastime target practice. An annoying alarm begins to sound throughout the room, “Hey, we got one. Hey, one of those machines you asked for his going crazy.” Announces Elliot from across the room in his swivel chair. Five speeding past you to see what the commotions about.
“Which one?” He asks quickly.
“It’s the, uh, atmosphere radar.”
“Good.” Five adds.
“I don’t get it. What are they tracking? A hurricane? A storm front?” Elliot wonders, confused as to what his radar system is showing them.
“Sound waves.” They say collectively in realization.
Five starts to back away, you knowing exactly what he’s about to do. A flash and he’s gone.
“Wow. What...Hey, where are you going?” Inquires Elliot, not used to Five’s way of handling things. Which is usually alone.
Giving him a shrug you turn back around to throw another knife, hitting the bullseye with a thud, and splintering the wood in the process. “I wonder if he’ll actually find Vanya?” You think, pondering the possible whereabouts of the rest of your friends.
——
Halting your arm from throwing another dart, your ears prick, abruptly catching the sound of Diego creaking the bed from the other room. Oh that man is not about to get up, you thought, turning to Lila. “I’m gonna have to forfeit, wolfman apparently thinks he’s okay enough to get up.” You tell her while rolling your eyes, setting your spare darts on the table and turning to find Diego.
Walking into his makeshift room you watch as he painfully stands up from the bed, grimacing and trying to breathe steadily, as not to cause anymore pain for himself.
“So what are your plans now tough guy, by the way Elliot’s made mushy tuna.” You tell him while leaning against the door frame.
“No. It’s a tuna mold.” Replies Elliot while walking away with his tuna mold, half offended.
“Y/N, where’s my shirt?”
“Last I checked you had a stab wound, so if you can all of a sudden miraculously harness my healing powers. Your ass is staying in bed.” You tell him sternly, knowing he’s not gonna listen.
“What, no I can’t, this is all connected to JFK, and my Dad’s right in the middle of it.” He explains while putting pants on. “That’s why he attacked me last night.” Looking to your right you pick up a mop-less wooden stick, and decide to have some fun getting him to shut up. “Cause he knows that I’m actually getting closer to..” he doesn’t have time to finish before you poke him directly into his bandaged bloody wound. Earning a gargled yell from him in the process, he then falls directly onto the bed grunting in pain from your cheap shot.
“Yeah you look like you’re ready to throw hands, why don’t you fight me right now. And if you win I’ll let you go.” You tell him with a shit eating grin plastered onto your smug face.
He looks up at you slightly offended and very much frustrated. “What is wrong with you?” He exclaims from the bed, still in pain.
Throwing your arms up in irritation, you try and reason with his stubbornness. “Just going out on a limb here, but if I remember correctly, you almost got killed last night. Take a day off, D.” You tell him, setting your temporary weapon off to the side. Swiveling back around on one foot, you gracefully jump onto the bed, positioning yourself right next to Diego’s discouraged and mostly naked form.
Propping your left arm up to look down at Diego, he tells you sadly, “I can’t believe I got shanked by my own father.”
“Wild right. What a prick.” You say trying to comfort him with a little humor. “Listen, if it helps any, he didn’t know you were his son when he shanked you.”
“Still, he cheap-shotted me.” He says still looking sadly off into nowhere. “Man to man, that son of a bitch wouldn’t stand a chance.” He tells you with hidden fight in his voice.
Not wanting to fully dampen his withering spirits to much but still wanting to tease him a little. You carelessly caress his skin, trailing up to push on his cut ever so lightly. Pulling forth a pained gasp from Diego, giving him a silent reminder that’s he’s in no shape to fight.
“Why didn’t you stick to the plan?” He asks finally turning to face you. Taking his statement into consideration, you lay down next to him on your back. Staring up at the ceiling, you can feel his eyes on you. “I trust you Diego, just not what’s always going on up in there.” Pointing to your head, referring to Diego’s own problem making skills. Breathing heavily you start, “I know what it’s like to die, it’s lonely and dark. You feel cold and weak, you can’t move, see, hear, or feel anything.”
Sighing you continue, “I remember the first time I died. Have I ever told you about it?”
Looking at you more intensely now he replies in a whisper, “Never.”
You glance at him for a moment before diving right back into your story, trying to make a point as to why he shouldn't be actively putting himself in danger. “I was 5 at the time, my heightened senses and all that other shit came to be before I figured out I was immortal. It was hard not understanding why I could hear so well. Or run in the dark through my house without tripping, unlike my parents, who couldn’t see shit without a flashlight.”
You kept your eyes fixed on the ceiling with a troubled expression crossing your face, letting the memories flood back into your mind. “A fire started late one night, mum had left one of her scented candles burning on a wooden table downstairs. She didn’t mean to leave it there, but the dogs were getting rowdy again, so she had to put them away in their cages. And dad was already in bed snoozing away. I could smell the smoke before I new something was wrong, then I heard my mother screaming and my dad yelling for her to calm down.”
“Shit” Diego whispered.
“The fire had burned so fast through our house, it had gone up the stairs and reached our hallway. Fortunately for my parents, their room was at the end of the hall, so their escape to freedom was easy. But unfortunately for myself, I was trapped, I couldn’t open my windows and the door handle burned to much to touch. I huddled in the corner of my room terrified, and then just like that, my door was gone and the flames shot in.” You tell him with a shaky breath as a lone tear runs down the side of your face and into your hairline.
“What did it feel like?” He asks softly, nervous as to what you’re about to say. Letting you take your time.
“It was excruciating. I’d never felt pain like it before. Sure I’d scraped my knee or walked into the wall a couple times when I was smaller, it happens. But this pain, this was like having boiling water poured over you all while standing on hot coals.”
“Jesus.”
“When the firemen found me, they thought I was a charred corpse. They picked me up and set me down in the grass, and that’s when I woke up. The guy fainted and my mother rushed over to me in hysterics.” You yawned, tired from the emotional roller-coaster you were currently putting yourself through. “After that they realized something was definitely up with me, and 7 years later they decided I was to much to handle and then ‘poof’ I was an unwilling member of the Umbrella Academy. The end.” You finish, turning your head to look directly at Diego, as he sits up on his right elbow turning to fully face you.
“I had no idea. Why haven’t you ever told me before?” He wonders.
Bringing your jaded gaze back to Diego, you go to explain. “It’s not like it’s that fun of a memory. And anyways you never asked.” You mutter, taking in a deep breath, and relaxing again.
“I guess we could stay longer...for a bit. I guess that’s okay.” He murmurs in that gravely voice of his that you’ve missed so much.
Sitting up on your left elbow to meet his dark eyes, faces inches apart, you start to contemplate where this close proximity may lead you. Smoothly hinting at your excitement you tell him while smirking, “I’ve spent one year and 7 months trying to find you, if you don’t kiss me in the next...” you don’t have time to finish before his lips come crashing onto yours for a sweet and hungry embrace.
Pulling away instantly you lightly slap him across the face, making him groan loudly and throw his hands up to his stinging skin. “What the hell, Y/N?! What is wrong with you woman?!” He exclaims muffled by his hands, until he pulls them away to reveal an incredibly confused expression littering his features.
Laughing for a moment, you smile while climbing on top of him, pinning him to the bed between your unmoving legs, “You didn’t let me finish.” You say lovingly, hovering over Diego’s shirtless body.
“Ow. Oh, oh, ow, ow, ow.” Diego suddenly says while flinching in pain at the sudden new pressure of your body weight on his torso.
“Oh, shit. Sorry love.” You tell him smiling as you lean your body onto your legs more, so you’re not completely crushing him.
Mock glaring up at you, Diego breaks out into a huge smile. “Just. Be gentle.” He says kissing you again. “God, you’re the most weirdest and fantastic person I’ve ever met.” He says breathlessly, staring deep into your beaming eyes. Not being able to hold yourself back anymore you lean down attacking his lips in a heated embrace. His hands instantly go to your hips on instinct, like he’s done it a million times before. You both begin exploring each other’s bodies like it was the first time all over again, wanting nothing more then to feel every muscle and curve both of you have to offer.
Breaking his lips away from yours, he quickly goes to tell you something important, as a fake pout falls to your face, “These have to go.” He says, as he reaches for the bottom of your white tank top and begins to pull it up, you helping him speed up the process. Taking your shirt in one hand he throws it, not giving two fucks as to where it could have landed. You also not caring in the slightest, just eager to get things rolling. Next you skillfully unclasp your bra, taking it off and flinging it off to the side. Diego stares at you with a giant grin spread across his face. Reaching out to gently caress the sides of your breasts, his hands slowly trailing up your body to bring you down to kiss him again.
“I guess I won’t be needing these.” You mumble in between kisses. Referring to your pants and underwear, annoyingly concealing the prize jewels. On both of you in fact. Awkwardly struggling to rip your pants off, you lay next to Diego for a brief moment finally getting your jeans and chucking them across the small room. Jumping back into action, you straddle him, hands roaming all over each other once again. As your lips make contact, savoring every second with him for as long as you can.
Moaning in deep satisfaction you take a breath to tell Diego, “As much as I’m digging you in white, these things gotta go.” You explain while kissing his cheek, sneakily reaching down to tug at his tight white underwear that now are concealing a noticeable bulge. “You first mi amor.” He purrs seductively in your ear, you just about die. As gracefully as you can muster, you tear your undergarments off accidentally kneeing Diego in the gut, thankfully not near his stab wound. “Oh shit.” You laugh breathlessly, as Diego grunts in pain but only for a moment, before flipping you over, pinning you to the bed. “I’ll let that slid.” He says smiling at you, kissing you again real quick before he takes off his own underwear. Revealing the true king jewels, you’ve been absolutely dying for, no pun intended.
Diego looks deeply into your eyes, opening up your legs and kissing your inner thigh. Sending shock-waves of pleasure and pure joy throughout your whole being. God it’s been a long fucking time, you thought. As agonizingly slow as ever, Diego gently kisses your stomach. Inching his way up to your mouth with light butterfly kisses that make their way up in between your breasts, then to your collarbone, neck, cheeks, and eventually arriving at your wanting lips. All the while he continues to feverishly feel you up, you not shying away as you do the exact same. In true Diego style, without warning he thrusts into you, making you moan loudly in pleasant surprise. His thrusts are slow and full of passion at first, both of you savoring the moment for as long as you can take. Until it’s not enough for you anymore, you begin bucking your hips into his, trying to get more friction. Diego takes your not-so-subtle hint and obliges by picking up the pace., pounding into you harder, perfectly hitting your sweet spot every time.
“Ah, fuck.”
He grunts while pushing you further into the mattress with that muscular heavenly body of his. He sloppily kisses the side of your opened mouth that’s quietly releasing satisfied moans with each new thrust of his cock into your soaking walls. To say that you are on cloud nine would be a severe understatement. It’s been way to damn long since you’ve had a good fuck, and there was no way anyone from the 60′s was getting anything from you while you patiently waited for Diego. The bed shakes as his sweaty body rocks you back and forth into the soft blankets, your hands hold onto his back for support while he continues to fill you up to the max as he pulls in and out of you like a madman. You suddenly let out a shaky gasp when his hard cock hits your sweet spot in the most perfect of ways. He leans his elbows onto the bed as he looks down at your pleased face with a smile, satisfied with his fruitful work at making you get this way, so completely undone, and all because of Diego. You bite your lip as a knot begins to form into your dripping core, you open your eyes to watch as Diego appears to mirror you, he begins to moan loader as he starts pumping even harder into you, teetering on the edge of oblivion, you about to do the same. A couple more deep thrusts from Diego’s angelic body sends you fully over the edge, screaming in ecstasy as your orgasm explodes throughout your entire being. Practically sending sparks of electricity racing through you, your walls tighter around Diego’s cock as you ride out your high. With one more ragged thrust, Diego moans as his own orgasm hits, loudly spilling into you with everything he’s got left to give.
Kissing your sweaty cheek, Diego pulls out of you, flopping on the bed to your right while making it shake for a second. “God I love you, Y/N.” He says tiredly, not sure if it’s from the blood loss or your goddess-like body. Turning to face Diego, you scoot in closer, cuddling him as you rest your head on his shoulder. “I love you too, my hairy wolfman.” You tease him with a laugh. Closing your eyes you start to feel the weight of the past 24 hours hit you like a sack of bricks. Smiling in content and comfort, you reach down to pull the covers over your naked bodies, then throwing your left arm around Diego’s chest, hugging him gently before immediately dozing off. Diego lightly kissing your forehead, falling asleep shortly after.
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Meanwhile.
“Hey, while those two love birds are busy I’m gonna head out, be back soon. Aight.” Lila tells Elliot, waving at him as she hastily slips out the backdoor, like a thief in the night.
Waving awkwardly back he watches as she leaves, hearing the sound of a projectile hitting the bedroom window. Causing him to jump, and grumpily walk downstairs with his tuna mold in hand.
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@vikowolf asked for:
which surprised me ngl but ! here it is:
cw: canon typical violence, collapsed building
Uraraka would assume Bakugou has grown out of the nasty habit of getting into trouble he can’t explode himself out of. But no. Even as pro, he ends up in the vilest situations and honestly, Uraraka’s had enough of them. She’s going to put a collar on him with a bell and she will never let him out of her sight. Because the moment she does, Bakugou goes and has a building collapse on him.
It’s easier to focus on her anger and not let worry grip her heart with icy fingers. She needs to stay calm and collected as the rescue mission progresses. If only it was something more action-packed, a villain she could punch or guards to take out, anything but this! The painstaking monotonicity of removing large debris out of the way and digging her way towards Bakugou is the cruellest torture. She concentrates on clearing the path, half-listening to Kirishima and Deku behind her back, working with a dozen others on stabilising the debris behind her.
She trusts them as well as her own power as she continues working. Her hands don’t even shake, her resolve iron-hard as she pushes on, ignoring the nausea tickling the back of her throat. She is on a mission – her priority is getting Bakugou out. Nothing else matters at that moment. There’s one way to go and that’s forward so she takes a deep breath, ignoring her wildly beating heart and the anxiety jittering her brain.
It’s like playing Jenga on expert level – if she moves the wrong piece of concrete, the whole structure might collapse on itself, burying the survivors into their early graves.
She knows Bakugou’s alive because his heart is still beating. The monitors were created and included in their costumes exactly for this reason. They still share the same costume designer, so the dots aren’t the only thing they have in common sewn into the textile.
After three painstakingly long hours, Uraraka uncovers the first civilian. They get eight people out, all alive. That’s the only thing that registers to Uraraka – they’re breathing and okay. From then on the paramedics must take care of them, not her. A hero’s job is finished. She can focus on what her heart has been urging her to do since the beginning – check and make sure Bakugou’s alright.
She kneels next to the coughing Bakugou, raising a bottle of water to his lips to help him drink. He tries to talk but she shushes him. “Just drink, Bakusatsuou, just d-drink.” She curses her wavering voice but the adrenaline’s started to wear off. “You’re safe now.” He seems alright, bruised and covered in dust but no bones are poking out, no blood pooling around him. It’s a good sign.
“You won’t shut me up,” he wheezes and Uraraka rolls her eyes.
“I’ll knock you out and blame a falling rock if you don’t shut up.”
The corner of his lips twitches up but he scoffs all the same. With this settled, Uraraka touches him, making him weightless as she raises him, carrying his bigger frame with relative ease. She’s been saving the last of her power for this and this only – to be strong enough to save him.
“My hero,” he murmurs.
“I’ll drop you,” threatens Uraraka, but she only seems to amuse Bakugou further. She can’t fault him when she knows there’s a smile on her face too. She’s just so relieved she can barely contain herself. Even though she doesn’t need to, she holds onto Bakugou tightly.
Once she puts him down to the back of the ambulance, she has half a mind to just collapse right then and there, let the others handle the paperwork and the cleanup. She needs to sleep for the next 15 hours. Before she could do that, however, Bakugou grabs the front of her costume and drags her close.
“You saved me,” he says lowly.
Uraraka panics from the proximity of his beautiful face so she says the first thing that pops into her mind. “Don’t get used to it.” She would walk into fire for this man. Still, she’s smart enough not to expect gratitude. Uraraka’s just been doing her job, after all.
“You dug me out like a mole.”
Uraraka snorts. “What does that make you?”
“The treasure you found.”
Uraraka laughs at that because it’s that pointless bullshit Bakugou would say. He lets her clothes go and slides his hands onto her cheeks, thumbs wiping the tears away. Oh, she’s been crying? For how long?
He doesn’t ask, she honestly hasn’t thought he would, but he leans in so slowly she has ample time to pull back or turn her head. She does none of those things: she meets his challenge head-on, closing the remaining distance between their faces and kissing him first. His hands come up around her back and pull her flush against his body. Uraraka doesn’t know who’s more desperate to kiss the other senseless, but she’d wager it’s her.
Uraraka forgets where they are until the paramedic politely coughs into her hand. “Oh. Oh! Sorry. I’ll leave him to you.”
Before she could step away, Bakugou’s hand finds hers, and he doesn’t let go. So she stays.
And never leaves his side.
#kacchako#bakuraka#bakugou katsuki#uraraka ochako#ethydium writes#my first time writing this ship !! i hope it turned out alright ;)
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A Moment Alone
Rating: Explicit // +18
Relationship: John Marston/Arthur Morgan (Morston)
Tags: Dom/sub, Light Bondage, Light Masochism, Fluff and Smut, Explicit Consent, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Abigail is with Sadie okay??, Not Beta Read, Established Relationship, Fantasizing
Word Count: 3103
Summary: They agreed to meet at a shack in the forest, but John was late. And it's been a long time...(ngl it's just smut with fluff at the end)
Also on AO3 // One-shot under the cut!
Arthur surely had a lot of patience, but he couldn’t deny he was running out of it. How much time has passed since he arrived at the shack? John was late. He hoped the man was not in trouble again. It had been a long time since they last met privately like that, so he was very excited and eager for what was going to happen.
He sat on the bed and rested his arms on his thighs, bringing his hands together and rolling his thumbs.
He was getting worried. Should he go out and look for him?
Then he heard sounds outside the shack and looked through the open door, just to see John hitching Old Boy over there and then quickly walking towards the entrance. Thank God.
“I know I’m late, sorry ‘bout that. I’ll explain it later”, he told Arthur when he walked past the door, slamming it close behind him.
Arthur stood up immediately, a happy little smile showing up and welcoming hands slightly open for an embrace, and in the next second John got both hands on his face.
He tried to say he was glad he came, but was stopped by a very audible smooch on his lips, followed by a lick and open-mouthed kisses that kept going further down his neck. Arthur let out a deep sigh, one hand on John’s waist and the other on his shoulder, embracing him, and spoke with a grin:
“I know it’s been a while but I didn’t think ya would forget how to kiss properly.”
John stopped for a brief moment, just to look at Arthur and answer with a little hint of laughter on his voice:
“Oh so you want my kisses now, huh?”
Arthur rolled his eyes. You were tasting like blood last time , he wanted to answer, but instead he grabbed John by his waist with both hands and walked some steps, guiding him to the wall very next to the bed, pinned him there and said with a very deep voice that made John shiver with lust:
“Do I have to teach you again?”
The younger man smirked, didn’t even notice his own “I wouldn’t mind,” equally deep and full of desire and love.
That was enough for Arthur to jump on him, eagerly finding a way into his mouth. John groaned when his head hit the wall with a thud, adding more to Arthur’s excitement.
They needed this. It was quite a long time.
“Wanna do something different today”, John managed to say between wet kisses and deep breathes.
Then he grabbed Arthur by the waist and quickly turned him around, putting his back against the wooden wall. Of course he continued the interrupted kiss.
Arthur’s hands landed on John’s buttocks, grabbing and squeezing and trying to bring him closer. Every time he breathed out, he let a low noise come off his throat.
Arthur nearly hissed when John shoved a leg between his own. So little touches and he was already too hard. The younger had his mouth on Arthur’s neck again, his hands attempting to open the buttons from his blue shirt. At this point their hats were already laying on the ground.
“Hmm, what’s on your mind I wonder”, Arthur teased.
“You’ll see.”
John pushed him hard towards the bed after finishing with the buttons, the man dropped on his back, gasping in surprise. He positioned himself properly while watching John undress quickly in front of him, never breaking eye contact. His mouth slightly open admiring the view.
“Mind doing the same for me?”, John asked and Arthur smirked, nodding. He added:
“Please keep the shirt on.”
“Sure,” the older answered, slightly confused, but curious.
Arthur’s mouth watered when John took off his union suit, being completely exposed. He was a beautiful man, he thought, skinny but with some muscles and a lot of scars. Lots of thin hair, too. Not to mention the hard meat between his legs. But Arthur had an unorthodox thing for scars. He loved how rough and mean they made a man look, especially on the face. And he also loved the irony that scars could also mean someone was lucky to not die because of their stupidity.
Because John undressed first, he helped Arthur get rid of his remaining pieces of clothing. He didn’t wear anything under the pants and in a moment he was equally exposed, except he was still wearing the open shirt.
“I don’t see how this is much different”, Arthur said, remembering what John told him before. John, reaching out to Arthur’s neckerchief somewhere between the rest of his clothes, answered:
“That’s where this comes in.”
He waved the piece of clothing in front of Arthur. The man imagined he wanted to use it as a blindfold or gag, his cock twitching and his face warming at the thought. But what John said next made him open his eyes wide.
“May I tie your wrists to the bed?”
“Oh, yes.”
The answer came immediately. Arthur never did something like that, but he thought about that many times. He might be a little submissive if you squint. Arthur felt his face tingle with excitement and a bit of embarrassment when John tied his wrists together and then to the headboard, just a little above his head.
Moving his arms to test how restricted he was, Arthur sucked his lower lip. What he said next might have or might have not meant to be spoken out loud:
“You really make a man imagine things, Marston.”
John’s smirk widened and he positioned himself on top of Arthur, sitting on his thighs. He placed both hands on the other’s pecs, massaging slowly.
“What are you fantasizing about, then?”
Arthur sighed deeply. That was too good. And they barely had started. John’s hard cock pressing against his own made Arthur involuntarily move his hips, earning a sharp breath from the other.
He actually thought of something he’d like to do with John, but he was afraid of what the other might think about it. As if reading his mind, John told him:
“Come on, tell me. Promise I won’t judge”, and his hands were now on Arthur’s nipples, playing with them very slowly and softly. It felt amazing, but not enough. Deep moans started to build on his throat, released when John started to grind slowly against Arthur’s erection.
“If you don’t tell me, you won’t earn anything more than this”, John told him with a lazy tone, running his thumb around Arthur’s nipples even slower.
“Mm okay… Okay… There’s a scenario… You’re a-ah! -bounty hunter”, the older man finally started, wanting more touches.
“I think I like this. Tell me more” John answered with a twitched smile, then rewarded him by lowering his head and giving the right nipple a caress with his tongue. He also repositioned himself so he was lying on Arthur, with his mouth now kissing the other nipple. Arthur closed his eyes to try to concentrate on what to say, overwhelmed by the new form of pleasure he was receiving.
“Oh God… Y-you find me and… hogtie me… Damn!” he whined while John proceeded to suck and bite lightly one nipple and pinching the other. His cock began to ache at how hard he was. Arthur felt the slick of John’s pre-cum on his thigh and moved his leg gently to rub on John’s prick. The other started to rub slowly against him with a breathen moan.
“John, please…”
“Don’t stop, Morgan”, he commanded. Arthur sighed and felt his cheeks burn with his next thought. He opened his eyes but avoided eye contact.
“Then I say… I say I’ll do anything for you if you let me go, so y-ah”, he couldn’t restrain a little moan when he finally felt John’s hand around his cock, moving slowly but with a firm grip. Arthur knew he had to keep talking if he wanted more.
“…so you… Umm… Use me…”
John licked his lips and positioned himself even lower on the bed, so he could spread Arthur’s legs a bit. Arthur observed eagerly while John picked up a small bottle from his jacket’s pocket and held it on his left hand, coming back down to Arthur’s cock and holding it with the other hand, and he licked the tip with a very obscene face, receiving a long, deep whine. Then John said:
“You’ll need to explain better” and licked again, this time from base to top, curling his tongue around the tip. Arthur closed his eyes again. It was so damn good but he needed even more. He bit his lip and then continued explaining his fantasy:
“You fuck me real hard…”
John hummed while sucking the tip, his tongue rolling around it, tasting the pre-cum. Arthur felt a cold shivering that went through all his body, and started to feel desperate. Then he abandoned all of the remaining embarrassment when John put it all inside his mouth, hot and wet, and Arthur continued speaking moving his hips:
“A-and then you spank me like…like you’re teaching me a lesson– Oh fuck!” the older nearly screamed when he felt a slicky finger slip inside him. How had he not noticed when John opened the bottle, he wondered, but that thought expired quickly, because damn had he enjoyed the sudden feeling! It hurt a bit since he clenched in surprise, but Arthur didn’t take too long to relax and feel it even better, with the help of John’s wet mouth around his cock. John let go of Arthur for a second to reply:
“Didn’t know you were into this kinda’ stuff”, a twitched smirk again. John was enjoying this so much he was leaving a wet spot on the bed. And he added a second finger on Arthur’s tight hole, enhancing the pleasure of the green-eyed outlaw.
“Do I bite you? Leave marks on your neck?”, John teased. He was genuinely curious at how much Arthur was willing to let him do.
“Hah, yes”, now Arthur was locking eyes with John, as if begging “ask me more” with a look. And John really did.
“Do I grab your hair and tug it hard?”, this question was followed by an increase in the speed of the fingers moving in and out Arthur.
“Fuck, yes…!”
At this point Arthur was panting and moaning at each breath. He loved how John quickly understood what he wanted him to do and was asking just the right questions.
“Do I slap your face so you might learn to be a good boy?”, this time John crawled up on the bed and put his mouth very near to Arthur’s left ear. He made sure his voice was low and deep when he asked that. And the only thing Arthur could do was whine.
“Goddamn yes!”
He tried to keep eye contact, but John curled his fingers inside him rubbing that sweet spot, so his eyes squinted and rolled to the back of his skull. Arthur couldn’t stop the high-pitched sound he made, instinctively trying to cover his mouth with a hand and tugging at the piece of cloth.John starred with hungry eyes and repeated the movement, making Arthur squirm under him. It took very much of him to not come right there. Then he removed the fingers, receiving a long sigh in response.
“You wanna know why I was late?” John asked. Arthur couldn’t look more confused. Why bring this up right now? John understood the clueless face and continued while he opened the bottle again, pouring more of it’s liquid on his hand.
“I was preparing myself nicely for you. Look,” he said while repositioning himself, legs on both of Arthur’s sides and left hand on the headboard balancing him. And then John inserted two fingers on himself easily, moving them. Arthur’s eyes were wide, his jaw dropped, his cock harder than ever. John made little guttural sounds at his self pleasure.
“Holy…!” The word came involuntarily out of Arthur’s mouth, making John grin with pride. He loved how Arthur was slowly coming undone thanks to him.
“You want to be inside me?”, the younger asked with a naughty smile. Arthur couldn’t deny.
“Yes, please.”
John took his fingers off, now gripping Arthur’s cock and slowly sliding it inside. He gritted his teeth and hissed when the head was completely in. It didn’t hurt, but was always a weird feeling.
“Don’t move.”
Arthur admired in awe. Eyes moving from John’s face to his entrance, lips pressed together trying to control himself from thrusting up. God, John was amazing in every means, his hole so tight, warm and slick, Arthur was getting close. And then he felt John release all his weight over his hips, sitting on him, Arthur’s cock deep inside him. And John didn’t let a single moan come out loud, only a breathy sigh. He bit his lower lip and smirked, again, while Arthur panted and groaned.
“Heh, you look like you’re the one being fucked, Morgan.”
“Hn, son of a…b-bitch.”
“You can’t even say something without stuttering!” John provoked and rolled his hips, feeling Arthur deep inside him. He kept moving like that, rhythmically and slowly, his both hands on Arthur’s chest, thumbs caressing his nipples again.
“That’s… not… true!” Arthur managed to say a word each time he breathed out. John giggled and moved his hips back, slowly, until only the tip was inside him and then quickly moved forward.
God, that felt like heaven, for both men. John finally sounded as loud as Arthur, feeling it hit right there , and the older jolted his hip upwards, desperate for release. John repeated the quick movement again and again, letting out delicious moans of pleasure as he encouraged Arthur to thrust into him and started to work on his own cock too. And Arthur felt like he couldn’t last any longer. The warm, tight pressure around his erection was too much, John riding him eagerly, his face of pure delight, the sounds he was making, he loved it. He loved him.
He wanted to touch him, but the article of cloth that tied him to the headboard was making it impossible. He tried to warn John, but could barely formulate his sentences.
“John I’m c- ...damn, y-you’re so… Oh fuck! John!”
But John understood him and increased his efforts, willing for his own orgasm too, and Arthur came with a loud groan, trembling, John riding him through each release, feeling his lover’s seed filling him two, three times and not stopping. Quite the opposite, he moved his hips up and down frantically, his hand following the rhythm, wanting to come as quick as possible before Arthur couldn’t bear with oversensitivity.
Arthur’s mind was blank. He couldn’t think, just feel. And he felt amazing, even if it was a little too much. His cock was still hard and slick with come, John’s hole engulfed him completely and it started to hurt. But he couldn’t ask him to stop, all that came out of his mouth was moans and grunts, not an understandable word.
And then John came all over Arthur’s belly and chest with a genuine cry, sitting still on him and feeling the other so deep inside him, in the right angle, and he milked himself to the last drop, his ass clenching tight around Arthur. It was when the older felt it was too much and started squirming desperately below him, trying to free his cock. And we know how strong Arthur is.
Right when John started to get up, Arthur broke the wooden headboard. And this startled both, much that John jumped and fell off the bed.
Arthur stayed motionless for a couple seconds until he figured out what happened. The broken piece of wood was swinging right in front of his face, tied by Arthur’s neckerchief. He looked at it, sitting up, and then at John when he heard him:
“...ouch.”
He was sprawled on the floor, looking at the ceiling. Thankfully it didn’t hurt at all, and he started to laugh at the situation, so that Arthur was relieved.
“Are you okay?” He asked with a hint of laughter, knowing it was nothing serious.
“Yeah,” he sighed. “Better than ever.”
Arthur smiled and blushed a little, as John wasn’t being ironic. He too didn’t feel this good since once when they fucked in the fanciest hotel room they’d been, where they had plenty of time and thick walls allowing them to be as loud as they wanted to.
“Here, let me untie this for you.”
John stood up and took Arthur’s hands on his, carefully undoing the knot to not damage the neckerchief, and freeing Arthur (and the broken piece of wood), who breathed a sigh of relief. John was badly surprised at how red Arthur's wrists were.
“...my God, Arthur, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you!”
He sat at the edge of the bed bending his leg, and instinctively brought one of Arthur’s wrists next to his own face and kissed the skin very softly.
“Does it hurt much?”
Arthur smiled at the sweet gesture. He hadn't paid attention to the pain in his wrists until now, but it wasn’t unbearable. He certainly pulled too hard on it, it wasn’t exactly John’s fault.
“No, not really… It’s okay. Come here,” he said, caressing John’s face with that hand and moving forward to kiss him. Their lips met in a soft, caring kiss that warmed them with love. John moved himself to a better position, legs beside Arthur’s own, making the older lie down again on the bed, not ever breaking their kiss. Then Arthur opened his mouth to lick his way inside John’s, resting his hands on the other’s neck. After a moment, John started kissing Arthur’s jaw and cheek, who took the opportunity to make a comment:
“You taste like dick.”
“Shut up, it’s your dick!” John answered humorously with a wide smile making them laugh, and they locked eyes for a while, lost in each other’s sight, savoring the rare sweet moment. Oh, how Arthur loved those big softened grey eyes, not the usual frown John always had at camp…
“I love you…”
Did… did he really say it? Did he think too loud?
Maybe he did, because John’s smile grew even wider as he rested his forehead on Arthur’s.
“I love you too… even if you think my kisses taste bad!”
“Okay, but I still like them,” and then they kissed again, softer, smoother and better than any kiss they’ve ever experienced.
#morston#arthur morgan x john marston#john marston x arthur morgan#rdr2#rdr2 fanfic#rdr2 smut#red dead redemption 2
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Live Report the Gazette @ le Bataclan 06/14/19
This was meant to be a three sentence post about my feelings for the live but somehow it took on a life on its own, so have my own, amateurish attempt at a live report 笑 I don't even know where to begin.
Our day (us being the lovely @ino-en-blue and me) started at 7:30am. We got up and got ready to leave for the venue. We left at 8am, and arrived at the venue shortly before 9am. We got our numbers for the queue, which a friend kindly reserved for us. We were 47th and 48th in line for VIP. For the first 3h, we just sat in front of the venue. We met up with @kagefumin and other lovely people. Most of the time we just spent chatting, and eating and playing some card games (which Milo won and I was last at 笑). At around 9am, the tour bus with the staff and the musical equipment arrived. They told us to move away from the venue a bit, so they could get everything inside. One staff member also informed us that the Gazette were not on that bus themselves, but that they would arrive in another one at a later time. (At roughly the same time, Kai posted about his troubles with the cup of coffee on instagram 笑.) We also got to sign one of the banners that some lovely fans had prepared (there were two of those banners floating around for fans to sign, but we only left our signatures on one of them.)
At about 1pm, the French fans organizing everything told us that staff required us to leave our waiting area in front of the venue, since we were getting in the way of the adjacent shops and passersby. We grabbed our stuff, and moved across the street to the nearby park. Thanks to the numbering system, we didn't have to worry about leaving our spot at all, since we would be sorted by numbers again in queue later on.
At the park, we waited some more, met some more people, and pretty much just chatted and rested a bit. I spotted two awesome cosplayers, and was really impressed by their costumes and appearances, and the dedication and efforts they put into creating their cosplays. It was also awesome to see some cosplayers in the flesh. At about 2:30pm we left the park for a while to get some food. When we got back, the organizers informed us that they would hand out glow sticks to everyone to ignite and hold up during the ballads (I think we ignited some of them prematurely by having glow stick battles in line 笑 though it was hard to tell in the sun). Then we got asked to line up outside the park by numbers. Heresy members got the chance to pick up the Heresy exclusive gift, a wristband. Then we got back in line, and at 5pm they started to lead the first VIP groups back to the venue, where we waited some more. We also took a bunch of cute pictures while we were waiting. At 6pm, staff finally started to let us into the venue. Security checked both bags and persons, then let us enter the venue. Inside, we were given the chance to drop our bags off at the cloakroom, and we were handed the VIP gift towels (made of microfiber). At the left side of the entrance room, there were boxes for the members' gifts. Staff told us we had to drop all gifts into the boxes, we were not allowed to hand them to the members personally during the meet & greet. We also got informed that the guys were running late, which is probably one of the reasons why the meet & greet was so rushed. It took place before the actual live, which was kinda meh imo, since that also meant the meeting was going to be rushed and very short. In line, we were told only handshakes were allowed, though I later heard a bunch of fans screwed the rules as usual, and asked for hugs nevertheless.
As said before, the m&g was really rushed, which was kinda disappointing, tbh. It started with Uruha, and all I was really able to do was shake their hands and tell them thank you as they also thanked us. They all looked gorgeous, and they were really sweet and polite. Meeting Uruha and Ruki is already a blur for me, I have to admit, but I think they were smiling politely. Kai and Reita were real sweethearts, they were grinning happily and warmly, and they both took my hand in both of theirs. Last was Aoi. Oh boy. He was... stunningly beautiful. I mean, obviously they all were, but the whole "pictures don't do them justice" felt especially true with him. He was simply breathtaking. Also, even though they were all wearing heavy makeup, to me it seemed like he wasn't wearing as much as the others — or it just looked more natural, idk, I can‘t really describe it. He simply looked incredibly handsome. When he saw me... I swear I could read his thoughts off his face & the look he gave me. It was so obvious it was downright cute. Like, I'm not only only 1,50m (4'11") small, I also look very young (people often estimate my age to be around 12-14). So I KNOW that look that people usually give me. And he had the exact same look on his face, "Omg you're a child, what's a child doing here?!" I just could read his surprise & confusion off his face, so I gave him a half knowing, half awkward smile. At that, his confusion disappeared and he smiled back. RIP me.
We managed to snatch second row, in the center, with Ruki's platform right in front of us and Kai's drum set behind. Staff were setting up the technological equipment and the instruments. Luckily, there wasn't much of a line yet in front of the merch store, so we rushed over there and managed to snatch the stuff we wanted to get (though they accidentally messed up sizes for two of our shirts, and my friend Ino ended up with the S I was looking to get for my shirt and I ended up with an L but oh well, we'll manage). Getting back in line was a bit of a hassle, since I think people thought we were trying to cut in line, when we were just trying to get back to our friends 笑. Then we waited some more while some rock music was playing. I was standing behind some Japanese fans, and the guy was sadly fairly tall, which blocked a big part of my view to the stage. In general, I didn't have much space to move around or even place my feet anywhere to stand properly lol. With this uncomfortable position, I waited amongst my friends some more, and we were growing more and more excited as well as impatient. Some time later, they started to let in General Audience. Then, a staff member came on stage. He asked us whether we were ready to see the Gazette, and the whole room just went nuts. He informed us that taking any pictures or videos during the live was strictly forbidden, and that cellphones mustn't be used. At that, most people applauded, though some people of course booed *rolls eyes*. But as far as I know, most people kept to the rule, we didn't see any phones around the first few rows of the audience at all. Finally, quite on time (as far as I could tell), the lights went off and the live started.
99.999 started playing, and the whole audience lost their shit. During the SE, the guys came on stage one after one, starting by Kai (if I recall correctly). Ruki came in last. Falling started and the audience went completely nuts. Most of the performance is just a blur to me now, and I sadly didn't see much of Uruha or Kai from my position, so I won't be talking about each song individually. At first, I barely could see Ruki and Reita from my gap, but as the live progressed, I ended up in a slightly changed position, which gave me less of a view on Ruki but therefore I had Aoi perfectly in sight for the rest of the live. The boys were all in top condition. Ruki's vocals were on point, his screams and growls were to die for. Reita was playful during the entire live, licking his fingers a bunch of times and showing his tongue (similarly to his selfie he posted on Instagram later lol see at the end of the report), or coming to the front of the stage to jam there. Aoi mostly kept in his spot, but he smiled inwardly the whole time. He looked especially happy and proud during the NINTH songs, when the audience went nuts and sang along to them, and I was under the impression it made him really happy how much we responded to their new songs. Ruki made some of his cute little dances, and also touched himself during a few songs (though I couldn't name any of them in hindsight except for Filth in the Beauty), or just tugged at the hem of his purple suit to reveal more of his chest. Overall, he was just being his enthusiastic and dramatic self while performing. They were all extremely on point for most of the live (I only heard someone say Ruki's timing was a bit off during Tomorrow Never Dies and Kai apparently shot him a confused glance, but I myself did not catch that). Sadly, as mentioned before, I barely saw Uruha from my position, and I also focused on Aoi most of the time 笑. I managed to catch a few glimpses of him during some of his solos though, which were absolutely fantastic. I also heard he went down on his knees quite a lot and headbanged often, but I failed to catch any of it.
The first few songs were a blast (I'll post a photo of the setlist down below), though I had difficulties enjoying and focusing on them from time to time since people began to push like crazy from the back, and I had to concentrate quite often on not getting squished. That's why I sadly can‘t say much more to their actual performance onstage (also, the songs involved a lot of headbanging so there was no time to focus on the stage, naturally lol). I did catch Aoi accidentally stepping on the cord of Ruki's microphone, and grinning apologetically before stepping off again. During その声は脆く, people got out their glow sticks and waved them around. Until the first chorus, Aoi was actually sitting down on a stool, I think (at least that's what it looked like from my position). Contrary to what I thought from listening to the song on headphones, they did not actually share the guitar solo, but Uruha performed the solo by himself (which, ngl, I was a bit disappointed about). He did a great job at the solo though! I still would've loved and died if they had shared the solo and switched in between the way it also sounds like if you listen to the song via headphones. I was ecstatic that they played Dogma, and during VORTEX and The Suicide Circus, the audience sang along wholeheartedly (e.g., the 'tick tock' part was sung solely by the audience). During one of the songs (sadly I don't remember which it was, might've been UGLY or Tomorrow Never Dies) when they were firing up the audience, Ruki actually walked along the edge of the stage and held out the microphone to the audience to catch and amplify our shouts. He also gave some fans high fives during one of the songs (sorry, again, I don't actually remember during which song, everything's already a blur OTL). The last song on the main list they played was Filth in the Beauty. Afterwards, they left the stage, and Kai came up to the front of the stage and we cheered on him as loudly as we could.
Between songs, Ruki actually spoke some French phrases (like "Bonsoir", "Ça va" and "Nous sommes the Gazette"), which was really cute and adorable! He also made several 'it's so hot' gestures, like fanning himself and sticking his tongue out.
Then we were waiting for the encore, and boy, I did not have any strength left by then. Other people seemed to be the same, and the encore calls came and went in waves like the tide. I think everyone was struggling with their energy reserves by then, and temporarily, I got worried that our encore calls lacked the energy and enthusiasm which would encourage them to come out again. Alas, apparently it was still enough, and they came out again. I was so happy and relieved. Uruha, Kai and Aoi were wearing some of the World Tour shirts (Aoi's tattoo actually peaked out from underneath his sleeve *drools*), Reita and Ruki were still in their costumes. Reita was carrying the French Gazette flag, he showed it to us, then put it on display on Ruki's platform. Aoi brought out another flag, a fan-made one, which had the dates of the live, the Gazette logo and chibi drawings of the members on it. He showed it around and looked so fucking adorably proud as he did so, I can't even put it into words.
When all of them except for Ruki had come out, we started to sing Happy Birthday for Uruha as a late gift. The other members caught up quite quickly, but he himself seemed rather oblivious at first 笑. It wasn't until Reita and Kai pointed it out to him that he understood the song was actually for him. He pointed at himself in surprise, but in the end bowed and thanked us. Kai yelled "Happy Birthday, Uruha!!" into his microphone, then Uruha pointed at Reita and Kai went "Now do it for him", to which Reita shook his head no almost panicky lol. Kai shouted a few phrases in English at us ("Bring it on!" and "You [yes, he made that cute grammatical error, it was endearing] fucking amazing!" are the ones I recall), then, they started to play Inside Beast. Everyone was firing up the audience, and Aoi and Ruki both gestured at us that we weren't loud enough. Aoi even shook his head in disapproval. At one point during the song, Aoi actually blew the audience a kiss *dies*.
Next up was Shiver. Oh boy. I know there's a lot of people who don't particularly like that song, but it is a true blast live. All songs are, of course, but I feel like this is one of the songs the studio version does no justice at all. It was amazing, and Uruha's solo was on point. Aoi's solo though truly hit me, it was beautiful and perfect, and he looked so happy performing it (yes, I know, I'm biased 笑), it made me wish he got to play more solos; he seemed to really liven up during the solo.
People who have been following me for a while know that I'm a hardcore Aoiki shipper. And I fucking can‘t believe it. It actually happened. Right in front of my eyes. During a live that I attended. At one point during Shiver, Ruki walked over to Aoi, and smacked his butt firmly. Aoi grinned. And I died. I screamed so loudly, I think I caused everyone around me to go deaf. I'm so happy that I actually got blessed with Aoiki fanservice the one time I attended a live. What are the odds? (Even in a non-shippy way, it was a true blessing to witness this kind of interaction between the two members I love the most.)
But to make this night truly unforgettable for me, they closed the live with Tomorrow Never Dies. Again, there are a lot of people who greatly dislike the fact that they play this song a lot, but I was extremely happy. There's just something magical, moving and powerful about the feeling of singing "Don't kill yourself" along with Ruki, it touched me greatly. During the song, he walked over to Uruha to rest his arm on his shoulder. Then, he pretended to readjust his guitar strings to which Uruha shot him a "don't you dare mess with her" glance, before Ruki jammed out to the tunes of his guitar. (Side note: Uruki is my second favorite ship, so to get this cute interaction on top was just the fucking cherry on top!) During the song, Ruki grabbed some bottles of water and sprayed us with them (bless him so much omg we truly needed it), then threw the bottles into the audience. At the end of the song, he spew his fountain of water as usual. At one point during the song, Reita went over to Kai's platform to jam out with him, which was adorable af and made me extremely happy. Uruha's solo was killer, and Ruki's a capella part was to die for, as always.
When the song was over, they thanked us, and Aoi, Reita and Uruha threw their remaining picks into the audience. Sadly, Aoi mostly focused on his part of the stage, I would've loved to get one of his picks. But don't be too greedy, right? I was already beyond happy with the things I did get that night. Kai took a picture of the audience from behind his drum set, then walked up and jumped onto Ruki's platform to be properly celebrated like the king he is. He looked truly stunning up close, up on that platform towering above us, while the others left the stage (if I recall correctly, Ruki wrapped himself into the French flag as he thanked us.) Then, Kai left after the others, and the live was officially over.
We pretty much gathered our things, rested a bit on the floor until staff kicked us out lol. A friend went back to the merch store to change their hoodie to a different size, then we collected our stuff from the cloakroom and left the venue. In front of the venue, we met up with some people again, and chatted some more. We said goodbye to people, and rested in front of the tour bus for a while longer. There was a guy selling posters of the live, and another one (I think he was staff) asked us whether we would wait on the band to come out; which apparently was possible and allowed, but it would've taken 2-3 hours of more wait, and since we were tired and exhausted and drenched af, we decided against it. We changed into some dried clothes (we got from the merch store), and eventually made our way to the subway, and home.
There are some extra things I wanna mention but did not know where to put them in the actual report, so I'll just add them here. As mentioned before, the French fans organizing everything and keeping everything in order were doing an amazing job. I wish there was a way to thank them properly. Also, during the live, staff handed bottles of water around and "fed" us with it to keep us hydrated. Twice, the dude poured the water all over my chin, and I actually got some in my nose as well, which was rather unpleasant. But as such, the water was a true blessing. I just had my whole shirt soaked by it, which was why I was freezing once we got out of the venue. The hoodie I managed to snatch from the merch store and changed into helped keep me warm and comfortable though, bless Ruki!
Also, outside the venue after the live there was a girl just giving away some of her popsicles, which was incredibly generous and thoughtful — not all heroes wear capes!
There was a bunch of shoving and squishing going on during the live to the point I barely had a square meter left to stand and move around, and I had to focus a lot of energy and attention into bracing myself against the shoves from behind while simultaneously trying not to get hit by any body parts from the front (I actually took an elbow to the lip LOL as expected). Other than that, the fans were all really polite and some were truly considerate. The guy next to me actually offered to trade places with me so I could see a bit better, which was extremely kind of him.
During one of the closing songs (it was either Filth in the Beauty or Tomorrow Never Dies), some people threw some stuff onstage, sadly. At the time, I couldn't tell what it had been, I only saw something hit the stage, and Ruki look at the floor in both amusement and a bit of weirded out awkwardness. Later on, I heard it had actually been a glow stick and a shirt that had been thrown onstage (and had been aimed at Ruki). Other than that, there were no remarkable (negative) instances. The guys did look really happy, and I hope, from the bottom of my heart, that they were enjoying themselves. Even with the negative things (e.g. the shoving, etc.) I was still having the time of my life. I never pushed my body to and over its limits like that ever before, and the guys were worth every second of it. I'm so grateful to have had the opportunity to see them live, and I'm so grateful for what this band has done for any of us, and me in particular, and that they continue to do for us and give us. They deserve the world, and I'm so happy and grateful I got to be part of theirs for one night. They were simply amazing, and it's true that any studio version, and any report or picture doesn't do them any justice. They're so incredibly talented, and they perform with such professionalism yet passion it's awe-inspiring. Even if I could remember more about their musical performances in depth, I wouldn't even know how to put it into words.
I hope I'll get to experience them live again one day.
I was also overjoyed to meet people I had been friends with for a while online irl for the very first time. You are all so damn sweet and I was so happy to meet all of you in person. And to meet such lovely people for the first time (I'd love to tag you all in this, but most of you don't have a tumblr, I think 笑). I hope to also see all of you again one day!
#the gazette#gazette#gazette world tour#gazette ninth#live report#gazette world tour 2019#aoiki#uruki#aoi#reita#uruha#kai#ruki#personal#mygaze
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Glasses and Whiskey Part 2
Request: loved “Glasses and Whiskey” sm !!! are you gonna make a part 2??? 👀☺️
Pairing: James x Ravenclaw Reader
Word Count: 7,202
Warnings: Language, implied smut kinda???? +my awful writing
A/N: Okie dokie, ngl, I’m not super proud of this fic cause I tried writing in a different POV but I don’t think it worked out to well. Also... the beginning of this fic takes place BEFORE the events of part 1, just in James perspective. Hopefully it should be easy enough to follow along but, like I said, not super proud of this fic so I apologise if it isn’t. Other than that, hope you enjoy :)
Previous Parts: Part 1
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*****JAMES' PERSPECTIVE*****
James Potter knew everyone. At least, he thought he did. For several years he roamed about the halls of Hogwarts, every single student smiling at him admirably. And for several years, he had somehow remained completely oblivious to the existence of a quiet and extremely pretty Ravenclaw. You.
The first time he saw you, he was in the library. Remus had dragged him, Sirius and Peter to study, though the three of them were doing nothing of the sort. Then, he heard a soft giggle that somehow made him feel lighter and he caught himself smiling subconsciously at the sound.
"I'll be back in a second, lads," he said, clearly distracted by something, though the rest of them said nothing. He searched row after row in between bookcases, and though in the back of his mind, he knew it was a ridiculous thing to be doing, looking for someone because of their laugh, he was growing more and more curious and for the life of him, he couldn't bring himself to care.
As he turned the corner, he saw you, sat with none other than Lily Evans. Merlin, you were beautiful. How had he not seen you with Lily before now? He was almost mad at himself for concentrating on people as pathetic as Snivellus, when instead, he could've been talking to you.
And it always seemed such a simple thing to do for James; talking. But when he went up to you, your eyes staring up at him, almost piercing through his very soul, he couldn't even bring himself to speak one word. He just awkwardly stuttered and rushed away, ignoring the glare Lily was giving him.
Walking back to his friends, James began to feel the effects of rejection. He felt it completely pointless to even try and hope you would talk to him now. But, the effects soon wore off, and he could think logically again.
"Where've you been then?" Remus asks, his tone interested, though his attention never once left the book in front of him.
"Kissing some girl probably, hey James?" Sirius laughs.
James goes wide-eyed in shock, fumbling for an explanation. "Wha- I, no. I just... went to get a book for studying."
"Oh yeah?" Remus questions, a small smirk showing on his face.
"Yeah," James replies, confident with his reply now he had come up with a half-way decent excuse for why he had been gone so long.
Remus looks up at him, still smirking, before returning back to his book. James thinks he's got away with it but a few seconds later Remus asks, "Where's the book then?"
"Oh shi-"
"HA!" Sirius exclaimed, "So, our boy Prongs has been snogging someone then! Who was it?" He ponders for a while, disregarding James' objections to the whole idea. "Wait, was it-?"
But Sirius didn't get the chance to finish his question, as a furious Madame Pince came stomping towards them, herding them out of the library.
"Hmph... brilliant guys. Really, just fantastic." Remus rolls his eyes, seemingly annoyed though he had almost done studying anyway. He'd finish the rest in the common room.
"Oh shove off Moony, we all know you'll get full marks on every test anyway," Sirius jests. "It's Wormtail that should be worrying."
James chuckles as the smaller boy jogs to keep up with them. He waits for him and teasingly ruffles his hair. He had hoped that the mystery of where he had gone in the library had been forgotten, but for the rest of the journey to the Gryffindor Tower, Sirius, Remus and even Peter listed almost all the girls (and some boys) in Hogwarts, all of which James had responded with an exasperated "no."
When they got back to the common room and his friends finally shut up about who he had supposedly kissed, they made their way over to the fireplace, sitting down on the couches around it. Though at first, he remained debating about their next big prank, he soon became disengaged from the conversation and instead his mind drifted to think of ideas on how to talk to you.
Obviously, the best way to do that was to ask Lily, who was clearly one of your close friends. The only problem with that was that barely two hours passed by without her calling him an "arrogant toerag" or anything of that variation. No, his best bet would to be ask around the Ravenclaws and maybe some of the other houses to see what he could find out about you. Maybe then, he could ask you about your interests. So, that's what he planned to do. The four Marauders went up to the boy's dormitories shortly after, minds buzzing at the genius of the plan they had just come up with (James would have to ask Sirius to go over it again at breakfast) and soon, they fell asleep.
The next morning, James woke up earlier than everyone else and got ready to go down to breakfast in the Great Hall. Before he left, he placed an enchantment on the door to his dormitory so it only opened after a certain amount of time had passed. He couldn't have any of them interrogating about why he didn’t sit with them. Breakfast only lasted an hour anyway and he would be sure to save some food for Sirius, Remus and Peter for after.
When he went down, there were only a few people. Most of them were Slytherins in the older years, so he didn't bother going over to them. Instead, he sat beside some Hufflepuffs in the same year. However, much to his annoyance, even after asking them multiple questions, they seemed to have no idea who you were. It didn't help that he didn't have much to go on either. After fifty minutes of asking around at all the house tables about you, he had gained absolutely no information about you at all. It was infuriating. Your name must have been said in your classes at least once, but it appeared that no one could place the face to a name. So, after an hour of questions, he resided himself once again to the idea that he would never know you as much as he wanted to. He had half-convinced himself to just talk to you, but he knew he wouldn't be able to do it without stuttering again. Defeated at least for now, he heads over to the kitchens. Ensuring no one is watching, he tickles the pear and opens the door. He asks one of the house elves to bring up breakfast to the Gryffindor common room, thanks them and heads back up to the tower, already formulating another plan.
Throughout the week, James could be seen in complete concentration, often zoning out or banging his head against the wall, probably in a vain attempt to have an idea. But, to his frustration, the only conclusion James could come up with is to talk to Lily. It would be difficult, especially since whenever he would teasingly call out to her, she would glare at him and walk away in the opposite direction. He'd just have to get her to listen to him somehow.
Over the following days, that's what he did. It was only after the both of them got told by Professor Slughorn to stay behind after potions that he finally got his chance to talk to her.
They had been brewing the Draught of Living Death and it was the perfect opportunity for James to talk to Lily... if only Sirius wasn't sat in-between them. Every time James would lean to talk to Lily, Sirius would lean in the same direction, blocking any possible form of quiet communication. Fed up, James shouted Lily's name, unaware of how loud he had actually been just as the room went completely silent. Professor Slughorn's attention turned towards the source of the noise, and when he saw where it came from, he said, "Mr Potter and Miss Evans?" He waited until the two of them nodded in acknowledgement. "See me after lesson, please."
The potions teacher shut the ingredients cupboard unintentionally harshly, before addressing the two students before him. "Now, I do hate doing this, especially as you're both two of my most promising students... but you must pay attention during lessons." Lily looked down at her shoes, almost looking as though she was apologetic for her behaviour, but James could tell she was half fighting with herself on whether or not to say something back to Slughorn. James felt a sudden urge of guilt washing over him; it was his fault she was in here when she hadn't even done anything wrong. Only half listening to the lecture, James waited until Slughorn dismissed them both. He was planning on having to run and catch up to Lily, though he was surprised when, as soon as they were out of sight from any onlookers, Lily grabbed him by the robes and forcefully dragged him to the edge of the wall.
"It's one thing, Potter, for you to try and make my life a living hell, but if you get me into trouble one more time, I'll-"
"I'm sorry, okay?" His voice remorseful.
"Well-" Lily paused for a moment, processing what he had said. This wasn't James' normal behaviour, around her at least. "Well, erm... Good," she mumbled. She turned to leave, but James called her back.
"Wait!" Stopping in her tracks, the red-haired girl turned back towards him. "I need your help with something," he continued. Thinking for a moment, he hurriedly added, "please."
"What could you possibly need my help for?" She asked, incredulous.
"Well," he scratched the back of his neck, "Merlin, don't take this the wrong way, Evans... I want to get to know your friend."
"I have quite a few of those, Potter," she says impatiently, rolling her eyes. "Which one?"
"I don't know her name, that's half the problem actually," he admits. "She's in Ravenclaw, I know that much, and she was with you in the library."
"Y/N?"
"I guess. I hadn’t even seen her before until a few days ago," he shrugs.
Lily looks at him, for a moment, shocked. Then, she remembers she's talking to James Potter and suddenly, anger spurs inside her. "Definitely not, Potter. She's not some... thing for you to win over."
"Lily I swear I don't mean it like that!" Lily seems to hesitate so James uses the advantage while he has it. He tells her in detail about the day in the library, at which she nods in recollection, and how he had tried to talk to her but always found himself tripping over his words.
"...Then, at breakfast I asked everyone about her, but no one knows enough about her so, here I am." He finishes.
Lily stares at him, trying to stifle a laugh. "I can't believe you actually did that," she says. Ultimately, what he had just told her was what had convinced Lily that James was genuine. No one put that much effort into one girl, not just for a prank, as she first expected it to be. "I can understand why you couldn't find anything out about her though. She's very quiet and reserved around other people and I think she prefers not having everyone know everything about her."
"So... this means you'll help me?" James asked.
"Yes James, this means I'll help you. But if you upset her in any way, I will hex you."
They started walking back together, but when they separated (Lily going to dinner and James back to the dormitory to find his friends), he couldn't help but repeat your name aloud. He liked the way it rolled off his tongue and he was now more anxious than ever to talk to you.
Later that night, James was awoken from his nap by a sudden weight on the couch he was laying on. Drowsily opening his eyes, he saw a blur of red hair and immediately became more awake.
Lily giggled. "Right, before I help you, you need to promise me something."
James waited a while before he realised Lily was waiting for him to say something. "Okay."
"If I help you, you can't hex Severus anymore."
"Aww, Lils," he pleads. "He deserves it, hanging round with those Slytherins. You know who they are right?"
She huffs and stands up. "Of course I do, I'm not stupid. I told him I don't like it before he- well... Before he called me a Mudblood." James can see Lily getting aggravated by the memory, but he doesn't point it out. "But, if you can't stop it, then the deal's off."
"Fine... I'll stop hexing him, unless he does something first."
"I'm not going to get any better than that, am I?" She asks, sitting back down. James shakes his head, grinning. "Then I suppose that'll have to do," she sighs. "Now, here's the plan..."
Apparently, you were in James' Transfiguration class and yet again, he found himself wondering why he had never seen you before. Lily even said that you usually sat at the Gryffindor house table in the mornings. He did give himself a pass on that, though, as until recently, Lily stayed as far away as possible from him. As he had Transfiguration next, he made a point of getting there early so he could ask McGonagall if he could move seats. He was sure she'd agree. After all, as good as he was at the subject, he wouldn't mess around as much if he wasn't sat next to Sirius. Knocking on the door, he waited until he heard her tell him to come in.
"Hiya Professor!" He smiled. Minnie always was his favourite teacher, even if she was strict.
"Oh, it's you Potter. What’s the matter?"
"I was going to ask if I could move seats this lesson? Maybe towards the back of the room," he suggested.
McGonagall eyed him suspiciously, but went along with it anyway. "Will the seat next to Miss Y/L/N do?"
James couldn't believe it. He supposed this is how it would feel if he drank Felix Felicis. Then again, there weren't really many possiblities of where he could've sat at the back, but he chooses to ignore this piece of information and take it as a sign of good fortune. "Um- yes, actually," he nodded, hoping his voice wouldn't give away his excitement.
"Well, I suppose you won't be disrupting my lesson sat next to her. I am right in saying it’s only for today?"
"I think so, yes," replied James.
"Very well Mr Potter. I will inform Marlene when she arrives about the change."
As James leaves the room, he shouts back to McGonagall. "Thanks Minnie!"
When Marlene saw James sat in her seat, she was close to dragging him out of it. Fortunately, James had told Sirius about the situation, who quickly pulled Marlene to the front of the classroom. The moment you entered the classroom, you're obviously confused, but you don't say a word about it and go to sit down in your seat like normal.
James waited until McGonagall finished demonstrating how to perform transfiguration on animals before he spoke to you. "You're Y/N, right?" You nod but he can tell you're shy, so he tries to make things easier for you. "I'm James," he grins, and to his delight, you laughed.
"I know who you are. You're one of the most popular people in the entire school."
James smiles, but waits to reply as McGonagall was handing out rabbits to each student. There were several 'Aww's' from the rest of the girls in the class who were fawning over the creatures. Even James could admit they were cute. When she had passed their table, he spoke again. "Only one of the most popular? Who's more popular than me?" He jokes, shooting you a wink. "I'll have to catch up with them." To James' dismay, went back to focusing on transfiguring your rabbit into a hare; avoiding any eye contact with him, though not before he caught a glimpse of your blush. But this time, he wasn't going to give up talking to you. This lesson was important for Lily's plan to get you to talk to him more.
"So, who are you rooting for next week?" He asks after you both had spent thirty minutes in silence. He had decided it would be better to let you get on with your work for a while.
"I assume you're talking about Quidditch?" James nods in response to your question, watching as you look back at him. "Well, seeing as my house isn't playing, I guess I'm rooting for whoever wins," you say, playfully, knowing he would want most people to be supporting his house.
"I'll lend you my Gryffindor banner, then," his cocky smirk making you laugh again.
"Lily always told me you were egotistical," you joke. "How can you know you'll win?"
"Hey! I'm not saying I'll win the match by myself! I'm saying my team will."
"Well I suppose we'll find out next week then, won't we?"
Smiling, he stands up, the lesson now over. With the way seemed to be going, Lily's idea was going to work in no time. "I'm sure we will."
As he predicted, Gryffindor won the match against Hufflepuff and as soon as the match had ended, James announced a party held in the Gryffindor common room. When they discussed it the week before, Lily told him she would be sure to get you to come.
On his way back from the pitch, he spotted you walking back with another Ravenclaw girl, almost at the castle's entrance. "Y/N!" He shouted, running to catch up you as you had stopped to wait for him. "To think you doubted me," he panted, slightly out of breath.
"Never doubted you, James," you say matter-of-factly, motioning towards the red and gold scarf around your neck.
Even after you left, he couldn't wipe the grin off his face.
Most of the people were already at the party, but he wasn't sure if you were as he was with Sirius getting food from the kitchens. It would probably take you a while to walk from Ravenclaw Tower anyway. When his and Sirius' arms were filled with food, they returned back to the party.
As soon as he steps through the portrait of the Fat Lady, he sees you and Lily, both drinking Firewhiskey. However, if he wasn't already looking for you, he would've missed you completely; you were practically hidden in one of the far corners of the room. Putting the food down on a nearby table, he makes his way over to the two of you. "Hey Lily." He nods at you, hoping to not make you feel uncomfortable. "Y/N."
Deciding to quickly talk to Lily first, he drags her slightly to one side, though not far from you. "Thanks for getting her to come here. It's brilliant."
"I can tell," she laughs, her words slightly slurred due to the alcohol. "You've been smiling like an idiot since you've seen her."
James laughs nervously, about to say bye to Lily and go to talk to you, when he notices you've gone. At first, he presumes you just went to get food or something, but after five minutes of looking around with no sight of you, he faced the truth that you had left. Trying to tell himself that it was probably just because you didn't usually like parties (according to Lily), he joins the party to distract himself.
The next morning, he, Sirius, Remus, Peter and Lily head down to breakfast earlier than usual, all extremely hungry after the previous night. To his surprise, Lily stays with them and sit next to James. Not only was it incredibly funny to see the bitter look on Snape's face as he saw (something he pointed out to Sirius who proceeded to break out into a fit of uncontrollable laughter), but he was also happy that the one person who truly seemed to hate him was now becoming his friend.
"So, I wonder where Y/N went last night," James said, hinting for Lily to answer.
Thankfully, she realised in the questioning and very slightly anxious tone in his voice that he needed her to confirm you didn't leave because of him. "James, she probably had some homework to do," she jokes. With Sirius, Remus and Peter close beside them, she lowers her voice so they don't overhear her next words, "don't worry too much."
Despite Lily's attempt to be quiet, Remus still heard what she said, though he hadn't been paying attention to the first part of their conversation. "Worry about what?"
Quick thinker that he was, James began to laugh. "Padfoot, obviously," he scoffs. Sirius turns around at the mention of his name. "Did you not see him and Marlene last night?"
Lily gives a genuine laugh when she sees the shocked expression on her friend's face. "You were both hilarious," she agrees. She goes to mock Sirius and Marlene by cuddling up to James, though she struggled to keep a straight face while doing so. However, at that moment, Peter coughed and looked towards the doors of the Great Hall. James and the rest of them turned around to see you, looking as though you were on the verge of tears. None of them were subtle about the way they watch you walking straight past them to the Ravenclaw table.
"Doesn't she usually sit with Lily?" Peter asks.
"Yeah. She does," Lily says.
You were talking to the same Ravenclaw girl James saw you with after the Quidditch match and it was only when you glanced back at them all that they stopped staring at you. Soon, you rose from the table and left the hall with your friend, laughing and looking a lot more cheerful than you had done when you had entered it. James had to resist the urge to bury his face in his hands. It figured his luck would turn after he finally started to think he stood a chance with you. Even Lily was worried. He knew this because as soon as you had left, she had run after you, probably curious as to why you had acted so strangely. Soon, he began questioning himself. He was James Potter for Merlin's sake, and it was certainly no secret that most of the girls in his year would gladly go out with him. So why did he have to fall so hard for the girl that didn't love him back? Aggressively pushing his plate away from him, he too stands to leave the hall, ignoring the shouts of Remus and Sirius. He remained oblivious and otherwise uncaring of all the eyes that followed him, simply allowing his feet to carry him away.
Over the next week, James tried to talk to you at every opportunity he got. But the only way he could ever get close to you was when he was with Lily, and even then, you completely ignored his existence. After he settled on the decision and told Lily, she suggested inviting a few people and then talking to her there. Reluctantly, he agreed and prepared himself for an anxious wait during the next few days.
Sirius was helping James pull a prank on Filch after Defense Against the Dark Arts. They had told both Peter and Remus to meet them in the Great Hall for dinner and went to retrieve the dungbombs and several other items from their dormitory. Once they had retrieved them, they split up; James was to create a diversion whilst Sirius actually carried out the prank. However, he became distracted when he saw Remus, of all people, talking to you and laughing. A wave of anger and jealousy surged through him, clenching his fists until they turned white until he remembered. He hadn't told anyone but Lily on how he felt about you, so it was unfair of him to get mad at Remus. He shakes his head, clearing the thoughts from his mind for now, and continues on his search for Filch.
Later that day, in Potions, he dragged Lily to the seat next to him, earning several puzzled looks from both his friends and the other students. "Y/N would tell you if she liked someone, right?"
"I'd hope so. She is my best friend," Lily answers.
"Well, has she said anything about Remus?"
Lily looked towards him and saw straight away that he was worried. "Why, what happened?"
"Nothing, really. I just see them spending a lot of time together, that's all." He tried to make it seem as though he wouldn't care if you did, but in reality, inside he felt the jealousy clawing back again, almost like a monster desperate to escape.
"No, she would've told me if she liked him," she said.
The jealousy in James calmed down at the confidence of her words and he nodded. Partially to Lily, and partly to himself. "Okay," he breathed. "Thanks, Lily."
It was the day of the 'small party', as Lily had put it and everyone except you had turned up. This had led to him drinking nearly three whole bottles of Firewhiskey and a small glass of Daisyroot Draught he had managed to get from the Hog's Head from his last visit to Hogsmeade. The whole time, he was nervously biting down on his bottom lip and he kept messing with his hair. It was fair to say that by the time you did arrive, James was very clearly drunk. Lily was the first to greet you when you came in, getting up and stumbling over to hug you. "Y/N! I thought you weren't going to come."
James laughs, "well, she would've been missing out on all the fun, right Evans?" When he catches you looking and smiling at him, he felt giddy and was about to ask you to sit next to him, when you went to sit next to Remus instead. From that point on, James was only vaguely aware of the conversations around him. Insisting to himself that he wasn't bothered by your choice to not sit next to him, he started messing and levitating certain objects around the room until Lily took his wand off him, claiming he was too drunk to be messing with magic. She was probably right.
"Spin the bottle anyone?" For James, your voice was much clearer than the rest, and he soon found himself sobering up slightly.
Lily had gone over to sit next to you, leaving James sat in-between Marlene and Peter. When he looked over, he saw you whispering to each other.
"So, I take it you like James then." Y/N asked.
Even in her drunken state, Lily realised this was her chance to see if she could find out how you felt about him. "I don't know," she shrugged. "He is great though, isn't he?" She prompted. Lily waited for your answer, hoping you would confess you liked him. But you only replied with an exasperated, "I guess so."
James hadn't heard this conversation, but Lily planned on telling him in the morning when they could actually talk coherently.
Peter grabbed the attention of everyone by giving a loud cough, and they began the game.
So far, James had only kissed Sirius due to the fact that he was last in the order they were going in and somehow, you had managed to have one of his turns. He had no idea how it had got muddled up, he could only say he wasn't very happy about it. You had kissed two out of three of his best friends, Moony and Padfoot, and he was almost certain they had been flirting with you all night. Finally, it was his turn again and he reached forward to spin the bottle. Time seemed to go on for an eternity as the glass rotated, at least for James. He was hoping it would land on you, so he would finally be able to kiss you. Instead, it landed on Lily, who was now going over to James. Honestly, he shouldn't have expected any different. The world had a way of giving him the exact opposite of whatever he wanted. Hoping they could quickly get the kiss over with, the two pressed their lips together, several cheers coming from the rest of them. He knew why. Almost everyone thought he had a crush on Lily. She was pretty and smart and just the type of girl James Potter would go for. How badly he wanted to correct them all. But he thought if he did, you would definitely hate him, and that was something he wasn't willing to risk. The kiss went on for longer than he intended, both his and Lily's minds clouded, unable to focus on the time or the people around them. Pulling apart after what had felt like hours, though in reality was only a minute, he found for the second time, that both you and Remus had gone. Cursing himself for his actions, he wondered if he would ever get used to your frequent disappearances.
*****Y/N'S PERSPECTIVE*****
Part of you felt guilty for leaving Remus alone when he was the only one to come after you, but you didn't want to be bothered by James anymore. You would just have to face the truth and accept it. You could've tried to cut him out of your life entirely, but that would mean losing Lily too and she was your best friend. Instead, you chose the alternative option; just be friends with him. Stop avoiding him and just pretend like you didn't care. So, that's what you did. During the next two weeks, you made an effort to talk to him again, even occasionally sitting next to him in Transfiguration whenever Marlene wanted to sit with Sirius. Some days, doubts weaved their way into your thoughts, convincing you that you were making a mistake; that you were only going to end up hurt. Rumours were going around about you, because how could a quiet, once barely known Ravenclaw girl become friends with one of the most popular people in Hogwarts. They couldn't really say much worse than that however, and so you learned to pay them no mind.
What you weren't expecting, was that James would begin to flirt with you. At first, you refused to let yourself believe it. You were just being a stupid girl with a crush and you were too childish to move on. But soon, it became apparent enough to even Remus. On the way down to Defense Against the Dark Arts was when he first mentioned it.
"You and James seem to be getting on okay."
You hummed, relishing in the warmth coming from the open archways of the castle. He seemed content enough with your silent answer, and usually you would've left it that way but for some reason, you felt the need to talk to someone about it. "I don't know. I still think he likes Lily."
Remus frowned. James was his best friend, but so were you and he hated when you were upset. "Prongs doesn't understand the implications of his actions sometimes, Y/N/N. I know I'm going to seem like a complete git when I say this, but just don't take everything he does seriously."
You were about to respond, telling him you had been telling yourself that already, when someone stepped in the middle of you and Remus, wrapping one arm around your shoulder. "You called?" Sirius said, attempting to impersonate a posh voice.
"No, we didn't Padfoot," Remus said, pushing his friends arm from around his shoulder as you did the same.
"You did. I heard my name," he defended, causing both you and Remus to laugh.
"Some variation of it, maybe," you said.
Sirius sighed, going around to walk next to Remus. You reached the classroom, the Professor already inviting the students inside. Remus was about to say goodbye to you, when he saw James, already sat with Lily. "I'll erm, see you after class, yeah Pads?"
Sirius looked slightly confused as he and Remus were usually partners in this class, but he knew Remus wouldn't do something without a reason. "Yeah, see you later Moony."
You of course, had noticed James with your best friend the moment you had entered the room. Perhaps that's what made it worse. The fact that James still talked to Lily, and as each day passed by, he appeared to be getting increasingly happier. For this, you were very thankful to Remus for staying with you. However, you knew he would try and talk to you about it and that was something you weren't really in the mood for. You started a new topic, hoping he would get the hint.
"Are you still going out with Rachel?"
"Yes," he answered. "Actually, I think we're going to the last Hogsmeade weekend together."
"Well, I'll be sure to keep Sirius well away from you this time," you chuckled, remembering when Remus told you about the first date he went on with her. Sirius had followed them and ended up causing a huge, albeit hilarious, disaster. Luckily, Rachel had taken it rather well and the Marauders had decided she was a keeper.
"Please do," he laughed.
At that moment, the Professor called on you, and when you weren't able to answer the question correctly, the two of you mutually agreed to remain in silence and instead focus on the remainder of the lesson.
*****JAMES' PERSPECTIVE*****
Remus was usually a peaceful person who avoided conflict wherever possible. At least, that's what James always thought about him, anyway. Point was, it took a lot to get him to confront someone. That's why when he entered the room, scowling and in a similar mood to that of which he had on the days prior to the full moon, James became instantly concerned for himself. It didn't help that it was late, either. Remus had obviously made himself stay up so he could have a conversation with him without anyone interrupting.
"Prongs, I need to talk to you," he said abrasively.
Inside, he felt more nervous than he had in a long time, though when he raised his head to look at his scarred friend, he ensured there was no trace of anxiousness in his words. "Sure, what is it?"
Remus squints, as though frustrated by the fact that James seemed to be so uncaring of what he was about to say. "It's about Lily and Y/N."
Well. James freezes. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn't that. Remus must've found out about his feelings for you. And that one thought was able to unhinge James in seconds. What if Remus hated him for liking the girl he also liked? It wouldn't be unreasonable; Remus often thought that aside from his friends, there was nothing really that great about his life. And now, once Remus had finally found someone who would accept him for everything he was, James Potter was about to take it all away from him. For the first time in his life, James felt disgusted at himself. Who was he to destroy his best friend's happiness?
There was another worry in the back of his mind as well. What if you and Remus were already going out, and this was Remus telling him to stay away from you. Something that in that moment, felt virtually impossible.
But, it was none of those things. In fact, James might've said it was worse.
"You need to stop messing around with her," Remus said, his words harsh but also conveying a slight amount of remorse, though James was fairly confident that it wasn't for him. "Both of them, in fact."
James, however, was confused. "What do you mean?"
"I mean stop making her think she's got a chance, James!" Remus said, his voice raised. "Surely you must know she loves you? She is one of my best friends, and it's not nice seeing her being unnecessarily hurt." It's clear you like Lily, so quit flirting with Y/N and acting like you don't."
It took a while for James to process everything his friend was saying, but he eventually understood. "Moony, mate. I don't like Lily like that."
"I don't care, James-." Remus hesitated. "Wait, what?"
James laughed. "I mean, she's a great friend and all, especially helping me talk to Y/N, but I haven't liked her like that since third year."
Remus paused for a moment, trying to remember the last time James had discussed his plan to get Lily to like him. But the problem was, he couldn't. Meanwhile, James was replaying the conversation over in his head, realisation dawning on him from something Remus had said. "Hang on.... Did you say Y/N loves me?"
"Obviously. Prongs you'd have to be blind to not see-. Oh fuck." Remus began to panic, quickly noticing his mistake. "Mate, please forget I said that," he pleaded.
But James was feeling too excited, his heart racing and finally feeling as though things were going his way. He cut Remus of mid-sentence. "What's the problem? You don't like her, do you?"
"No. No, of course not. She's just my friend," Remus assured him.
"Well, in case you hadn't noticed from this conversation, I like her and apparently she likes me back."
"Well, yes but-"
"Then shouldn't I just go find her and tell her?"
Remus considered everything for a moment. He didn't like you in that way, so James was right; there was no problem with that. As for you, well, you definitely liked James. According to what James had said, Lily would be happy for the both of them, not hurt like Remus had thought she would be. So, what was left to stop him?
"Just don't tell her I told you, okay?"
James simply nodded and ran out of the common room to find you.
*****Y/N'S PERSPECTIVE*****
Not for the first time, you woke up in the library, surrounded by piles of books and the light from the moon shining inside through the window. This usually happened whenever you were studying or stressed about one thing or another, but you couldn't help but wish Madame Pince would at least check the library was empty before leaving. Now your arms and neck ached from laying in an uncomfortable position. Groggily, you got up and began putting everything away, tripping over several things whilst doing it. You were too tired even, to hear the fast-approaching footsteps, gradually becoming louder and louder. As you placed the last book on the bookshelf, you turned around and bumped into someone. It was dark and your eyes were still half closed, but you could tell from the reflection from the glasses and the fluffy, unkept hair that the 'someone' you had collided with was none other than James himself.
The attempt to just stay friends with him and nothing more wasn't exactly working out in your favour. If anything, you would've said it only lead to you liking him even more. But you couldn't bring yourself to care anymore. Especially now, when he was grinning down at you like the adorable dork he was.
"Well, well. If it isn't my favourite eagle girl," he teased. "How unexpected it is to see you here."
"Some days I think you call me everything but my name because you've forgotten it," you mused.
"Have not!" He asserted.
You giggled, glad that it was dark enough so he wouldn't be able to see the blood rising to your cheeks.
"Who could forget a name as pretty as... wait, what's your name again?"
"You're a complete arsehole, James." You attempt to convey a serious tone but your attempt to hold back the smile threatening to break onto your face doesn't work for long.
"I know you love me really, Y/N," he smirks, stepping back so he could see your face more clearly.
You stumbled over your words, not sure if he was joking or not. Despite the smirk, it didn't feel like a playful comment. "Wha- who? I mean, yes but-"
He placed a finger on your lips, causing your breath to hitch and subsequently you fell silent. "A little birdie told me," he whispered.
Immediately, your face fell, and you wanted to curl up into yourself. You nodded, confirming his statement and preparing yourself for the rejection that was sure to come any second now.
"I love you too," he confesses.
Your eyes snap up to his hazel eyes, and you started wishing it was daytime. The only comparison you could think of for James' eyes was looking up between the trees and seeing the flecks of gold, green and brown. You had always found it to be very freeing. But even in the limited light you had at that moment, you're able to see they're sparkling with mischief but at the same time he's staring at you like no one has ever looked at you before. As though you were the center of his attention completely. It was such an overwhelming and pleasant feeling, but you couldn't help the disbelief that followed his words.
"But, you love Lily. Everyone knows that James."
He shakes his head, and proceeds to explain everything that had happened since he first saw you in the library with Lily. How the parties were just an excuse to talk to you, and that Lily was only telling him how to talk to you without making you feel uncomfortable. He apologised for the kiss with Lily, promising to never drink as much as he did that night ever again. All the way through his explanation, you listened intently, things slowly starting to make sense for you.
"And now we're here," he shrugged, finishing his story. "Kind of fitting it's in the place we first properly met."
"And you're sure this isn't some joke?" You ask.
"Two hundred percent."
"That's not a- never mind." He smiles at you and you can't help but smile back. His happiness was contagious to everyone around him.
"So. You love me." It's more of a statement than a question, but you nod anyway. "And I love you," he continues.
"Yeah?" You couldn’t help but ask. You doubted you would ever get bored of hearing James say those words to you.
"Yeah."
He leans in towards you, his hands wrapped around the small of your back and your foreheads resting against each other. You can feel the warmth of his breath and feel every blink, his eyelashes lightly brushing against yours. Somehow, you manage to form words, though they only come out in a whisper. "What're you doing?"
His lips brush against yours, and when he pulls away, you try to follow but James holds you back, chuckling. "Think of it as making up for lost time."
You smile. Finally, the boy you had liked was here with you, about to show you how much he liked you back.
Humming, you pull him back closer to you. "I think I can live with that."
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anxiety things
I caved and took a sick day today because last night was the second night in a row I’d laid up bed all night shaking and having heart palpitations and I really didn’t think I had it in me to do a good job today pushing three days with no sleep. On top of that I am still a bit sinus infectiony. So today is a rest and self-care day trying to reset my brain back where it needs to be, and part of that is unloading about why my anxiety is so bad currently. SO THIS IS MOSTLY FOR ME NO NEED TO READ I’M NOT LIKE SELF-HARMING OR ANYTHING but I’m too poor for therapy so I’m just going to ramble online until I feel better instead.
As far as anxiety goes, this is the most sustained reaction I’ve had in years? Like normally I’ll have a bit of anxiety that builds to a panic attack and then I reset back to normal, but this is like the mental health equivalent of waiting for a sneeze that never comes. It just keeps dragging out and out and I’m just amped up constantly. So symptoms: Nausea, numbness, feeling dizzy, dissociating, trouble breathing, blurred vision, that icky twitchy ‘full of ants’ feeling, trouble concentrating, bad decision-making, hyper-focusing on stupid things, irritability, and gratuitous negative thoughts.
So why am I having this severe of a reaction right now?
1. Excessive caffeine consumption and poor diet from pushing through my persistent sinus infection.
2. Mental strain. My job is very stressful and I’m still new enough at it that I’m not really conditioned to putting up with the stress for long periods yet.
3. Lack of social interaction. Most of my friends are busy lately with new relationships/jobs/misc so it feels like nobody has any time for me, and not feeling wanted is one of my bulletproof mental health breakdown triggers.
4. I’m not happy with the job I’m doing at work. I know I could be doing better because I’ve done worlds better in the past. I want to be doing better like I know I’m capable of. But I’m just... not... doing it. Not sure if this is a symptom or a cause.
5. U.S. Politics. I know it’s trite, but constantly low-key waiting for your country to turn into a fascist nightmare is really stressful.
6. Future insecurity. I’m not sure where I’m going to be working next year. I’m a candidate for a really nice position at my current school next year, but the fact that I’m not happy with the job I’m currently doing exacerbates negative thoughts that I’m not going to get it. (Because if I’m not happy with my work, why would anyone else be?) I’m also applying for other positions but haven’t heard anything back, in spite of the fact that other people I know who are less experienced than me have already gotten placements. This exacerbates the ‘not feeling wanted’ thing.
7. Financial Insecurity. This is a weird thing because I’m actually very financially stable right now. I have a nice chunk of money in savings, debts paid, more than enough money to live on for at least 4-5 months. But if I don’t get a good placement next year my income is going to go down and I will lose this bit of ground I’ve gained. Even though that’s entirely theoretical and months into the future, just typing this is literally making me light-headed because it makes all the comfort I have now feel false, like I’m just waiting for the other shoe to fall.
ngl I’m sort of low-key pissed off because a lot of these anxiety triggers result from very specific things that happened in my life? And like... most of it wasn’t my fault? And I know that I freak out at not feeling wanted because all my parents abandoned me for other people? My real dad had another family and other kids, my mom ditched me for an abusive boyfriend, and my stepdad who raised me got remarried after he left my mom and never so much as talked to me again? I know these are the causes of my abandonment issues now. I know this. But even knowing the cause, it is really fucking hard to not take even the slightest rejection personally. Blah blah blah parenting/childhood development.
Ditto I know that I freak out at financial instability because of all the years when I was a kid living out of the car or out of cheap hotels with my mom, and then being temporarily homeless right after she died. Basically I’ve got ‘poverty brain’ bad and I’ve tried to shake it but haven’t been successful. I’ve worried about money since I was 12 and it’s sort of leeched into my brain that poverty is my natural state? That any ground I gain in being more financially secure is just... temporary. And that it’s just going to hurt even more when something unforeseen swoops in (the way it always does when you’re poor) and knocks me back to square one. I’m always always primed for that other shoe to fall, and even the slightest insecurity about my financial future freaks me the hell out because I know I don’t have a safety net if that happens.
Anxiety is a biological reaction to fear. My brain is scared of something and can’t do anything, so it just sends panicky fight or flight signals at me until I like... die...
So what is it I’m actually afraid of?
1. Being rejected by my friends and coworkers because of some fundamental flaw in myself (hi thanks mom and dad for these issues ilu2).
2. Being unable to support myself financially. But not because I’m afraid of struggling. I know I can survive living out of my car or whatever. I’m afraid of being poor because it would validate the belief that I’m meant to be poor. That I’m a failure and that trying to better myself has been a waste of time.
that’s good to know, actually!
What can I do about this?
1. Accept that my friends also have lives and them focusing on other things is not a rejection of me. Ditto any business/professional decisions do not reflect on me personally. Try to be a good person and do good at my job.
2. Remember that life is long and weird and setbacks happen. I have accomplished a lot, and if I do suffer a financial setback, for any reason, it does not reflect on my self worth or doom my entire future.
... I actually do feel better now. And now I go do some laundry, eat some avocado and water, and take my vitamins.
If you actually read all this, thanks for caring! (and/or being really bored. whichever)
#anxiety#journaling#nothing to see here#this has been pretty helpful actually#I AM MY OWN THERAPIST#diy therapy
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