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morinuu · 11 months ago

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LISTWN TO ME I JUST READ YOUR TAMAKI ANGST AND YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE SO FICKING GOOD??

A she falls but he falls harder

Reader finally gets over it and stops coming, moving on and focusing on herself, and he notices and starts realizing how he took her for granted

And then its him that's loosing his mind and shit like that. Dude. Dude. I'm loosing my MIND you write so well

first of all ty for the compliment >< so glad u liked it im blushing and giggling!! secondly im not sure abt the reader completely abandoning tamaki's side (i love being delulu), but i do have smth else in mind that's kinda similiar n i hope its satisfactory :3 i changed only a minor part from the og :P i wanna make this a small series..... maybe like 3-4 parts.. anw this is pt 1

☀︎｜tamaki x female reader. almost 4k words. continuation of this. ure sick, yamada hinata & aoko r just some ppl i made up for the plot, tamaki's pretty stupid n emotionally unintelligent, lots of feelings and background information, y'all r childhood friends, there's like one 4th wall break but i thought it was kinda funny so i kept it

you weren't a fan of february.

allergy season was your absolute worst, the wheezing and coughing sucking the life out of you as you struggled to change out of your clothes to get the day started. you didn't sleep much, interrupted constantly by your sore throat aching and squeezing.

sure, it's just hay fever to everyone else, but for a young woman who carried around an inhaler, it's hell. well, almost hell.

what was truly hellish wasn't the fatigue or the sneezing, but your mum dragging you back in the house and forbidding you from going to school until you're well enough to study again. how were you supposed to keep up with chemistry class if you skip?

not that your parents cared for your grades; they knew you could just enter whatever field you wanted with the connections your family held, but it felt nice to be awarded for working hard.

after your personal maid let out a small "pardon me, miss" and carried you back to bed, you realised that the feeling your soft quilt hugging your cold limbs would never be beaten by the jacket you desperately clung on to warm yourself in p.e - which just so happened to be your first period that day and you were dreading it.

"i'll be making you some tea, miss. would you like to breakfast now?" your maid's quiet voice addressed you, hoping you'd just sleep the illness off as you usually did so she could rest too.

to be fair, you weren't a very easy master to please, so could you blame her?

"i'll breakfast la-" a cough and some wheezing "-i'll breakfast later, bring some english breakfast with a slice of lemon." you said nothing else, instead focusing on calming your throat that seemed to intensify in soreness. "a pastille too."

"understood my lady, i'll be right back." she bowed and excused herself from your room, ignoring your groans of annoyance as you buried your face into the pillow.

"damn it." you muttered and extended your hand to grab your phone from your bedside table. unlocking it with the passcode (because you weren't in the mood to lift your head and let your phone scan your face) you squinted as the light mode of a social media app hit your eyes harshly, forcing you to use muscle memory to lower the brightness to its minimum.

you scrolled through, liking your friends' private posts and decided to message one of them.

yn.spam: gm dude, i cant come to school today cus im sick. can u do me a favour n tell aoko to give me her notes? she never looks at her messages.

with your phone back on the table to wait for a response, you lied back comfortably and closed your eyes, because as much as you wanted to watch something on netflix or play a video game, you didn't want to make things worse for yourself.

you grew impatient for the cup of tea your maid was brewing, rotating between wheezing, checking your phone and staring at the ceiling. it seemed like the seconds weren't passing by at all.

soon enough, your maid comes back with some fancy tray carrying a kettle, your favourite mug (the one your daddy drank from when you were a little girl before your parents divorced), a tiny plate with some lemon slices and a small box of pastilles as throat medicine.

you didn't thank the woman when she helped you sit up, nor when she stayed by your side to make sure you didn't choke between coughs and burnt yourself with the hot liquid. just as you took your first sip, your phone lit up to show your friend's response.

thatguyhinata: Ayooo gppd morning. Sry to hear tht. Sure if I see her I'll telm her.

the irises in your eyes rolled upwards at the boy's typos that irked you every time, completely ignoring how he didn't wish for your recovery.

yn.spam: thanks yamada

you never used any of your circle's first names, which your mum always found weird.

'you sure these are your friends, darling?' she would ask often, and your response would always be the same:

'yeah mum. leave me be.'

only tamaki had ever felt close enough to be called by his first name.

after swallowing your medicine, you dismissed the older woman standing over you and pulled your quilt over your quivering form again.

"gods, please let this be over soon."

...

well.

...turns out, you gotta be much more specific with what you ask of gods, because they might not have the same understanding of the word 'soon'.

here you are, three days later, with your allergy having been combined with a virus that'd been going around, intensifying your asthma symptoms and raising a high fever, making your mother and doctor ban you from walking into ouran.

halfway throughout the day, you realise what had been completely slipping your mind while your lungs were occupied inhaling abnormally.

"i have an appointment today!" you exclaimed with wide eyes, raising from the bed like lazarus from his grave.

"...?" the new maid next to you didn't say anything, she was clearly concerned. after some seconds of you overthinking something, she spoke up. "you have no other doctor's appointment today, my lady. he just left 10 minutes ago."

you shook your head quickly, ignoring the dizziness brought by your fever "bring me my phone," the girl was puzzled "now!"

bowing a quick apology, she rushed to your desk and handed you your phone with both hands, not daring to look up. you disliked new maids; they were inexperienced and annoying, but scolding her would have to wait.

"damn it, damn it, damn it!" you murmured under your breath and tapped furiously on your phone, trying to find where the hell you'd written kyouya's business e-mail address.

you had it saved as every other client of the host club had, but you had never actually used it, not once.

you never missed an appointment, and always booked the next one tete-a-tete with the black-haired manager. if you became a no-show without prior notice, wouldn't that look bad? would it annoy kyouya and he wouldn't accept you in the club again?

well no, but you had the habit of overthinki-

'would it annoy tamaki?'

you groaned and murmured to yourself - had you deleted it? maybe it was in your notes app and you erased it? was it on your old phone from a month ago?

"find an e-mail for me." you ordered the maid who looked up at you perplexed, but carried out the order nonetheless.

the girl was embarrassed when she found out her master was asking for a host's email, wanting the earth to swallow her when she dialed the ouran academy's number. 'the stuff i do for money..' she thought and prayed her family never found out.

it wasn't a long process to retrieve the address, but what was, was the rant hitting the maid's ears when your overthinking about what to write left your mouth at incredible speeds.

"should i say i'm sick? but he already knows that- he's in my class! maybe tell him to give my time to another girl? no wait, he would do that anyway... or after i apologise, i'll say that, like, something came up- but that's not believable enough... ugh!" you buried your face in your pillow and, unbeknownst to you, your new maid's eye was twitching in annoyance.

she understood now why your personal maid took the week off just when you got sick - not that she understood how and why your mum allowed it though.

(it's because you can be insufferable and she gets it.)

"my lady, may i help?" the girl let out, clearing her throat when you lifted your head from the pillow. "i can write the e-mail myself, please focus on resting."

after some convincing, you gave in.

and so 10 minutes later, back at ouran, kyouya's phone let out a ting! with your full name on the notification. he'd already guessed you wouldn't show up to your appointment considering you hadn't come to school in three days, and already had someone to fill your place but left it for the last moment in case you did show up.

why? well you were ln yn, and it was painfully obvious you were smitten with his best friend, though he could say it was a bit different from the rest of the clientele.

probably due to the fact that you'd known tamaki for much longer than kyouya had. and yet tamaki didn't seem to have the same fascination with you.

he remembers when he first met you, when he'd heard that you were spoiled rotten and weren't even planning to enroll in ouran until tamaki did. you simply transferred to be with the boy.

literally everyone knew of ln yn's almost freakish obsession with suoh tamaki, except for the victim himself.

so imagine his surprise at the strictly professional e-mail he'd received from you, where not a single mention of your host was included. weird.

after glancing at the french boy in the seat next to him eating his bowl of some-sort-of-commoner-convenience-store lunch, kyouya quickly typed a response and informed the next girl in line that a spot was open 'for tamaki's hosting services at 15:35'.

"one of your appointments cancelled due to a personal issue. we'll have someone else fill it." kyouya told tamaki, just as stated in the e-mail, even though it was pretty clear you were sick, and he couldn't figure out why you'd lie.

"hm? oh, okay!" the brunet smiled and went back to devouring his meal, not thinking much of kyouya's words.

kyouya pondered if he should tell him the client was his loyal friend yn, who would never skip out on seeing tamaki, but he stopped himself, curious as to how it would all play out.

eh, if the twins could have fun, so could he.

"oh! haruhii! daddy's here!"

the hours passed so slow you were almost convinced time was frozen when you weren't glancing at the clock on your laptop.

the drama you'd been watching started to lose its interest after presenting the third plot twist in a row, annoying you with all the plot holes it left gaping.

sipping on your green tea (you'd been drinking tamaki's recommendation, pomegranate, only to throw all of it in the trash when you heard he gave the same advice to haruhi), you paused the show and sighed in absolute, tyrannical boredom.

by now you'd normally have finished your classes and walked to music room #3, your favourite among them all.

you'd be welcomed by a host and walked to a sofa to wait for your appointment, ignoring any other girl in the waiting area trying to pick a conversation with the middle child of the ln family.

and soon enough you'd be approached by your one and only taking your hand in his and kissing it to greet you, with his blue eyes staring up at you innocently like a man in love; a look he gave to any woman nowadays, it was second nature to him.

you got lost in them so often, he sometimes dared to ask you if you didn't enjoy his company and that's why you spaced out so much.

preposterous.

you? disliking tamaki? how could he think that after all these years you spent playing together, with you transferring to his school for his sake, swallowing your pride and becoming the client of a host for him?

truly an absurd notion.

currently, however, you weren't in the host club. you were just a girl with a bunch of germs crawling everywhere around her room, unable to go out and see the man of her dreams kiss her cheek and tell her to 'get well soon'.

speaking of, your mum grew increasingly concerned when she noticed the lack of communication between you and tamaki. you were always attached to his hip like some sort of koala, and the fact that you hadn't reached out to him to inform him of your illness personally so he could visit you made her worry.

but it was only natural that you'd suspect you were being an annoyance to tamaki once you began to notice his eyes shift from you to the newest host a couple of months prior. he'd been a petit brunet boy. a first year who was friendly and of lowly origin. you didn't think much of it.

at least not until the day hikaru asked if you could fetch something he forgot in the back room, completely ignorant to the fact that haruhi had come to the club early that day to ask for another uniform because she'd been accidentally thrown water at by two classmates of hers being stupid.

so when you opened the curtain and saw a small-sized girl with only her panties on desperately trying to hide herself from you, it didn't take more than a couple of seconds to put two and two together.

tamaki wasn't fascinated by the commoner errand 'boy' turnt host.

he wanted her.

you closed the curtain, giving the girl her privacy back and muttering an curt apology, "sorry." before deciding that hikaru would have to get his things himself.

neither haruhi nor you spoke about it again, and she never snitched to the host club about your discovery of her sex.

you liked to pretend it never happened, and that it never changed anything. but just like with tamaki, pretending doesn't go anywhere. the hints were there. his furiously blushed face when he stared at her, his protection of her when the twins teased her, his demands for kyouya to do things for haruhi because she'd like it, not even because she'd asked - well, the stage of denial didn't last long.

shortly after came anger. pure, unexplainable rage and envy. the fourth of the deadly sins was soon rushing through your veins like a drug you couldn't get clean from. 'why her?' you would ask in your rampages.

you couldn't figure it out, and you couldn't ask anyone either, because as infuriated as you were, hurting haruhi by revealing her identity wasn't on your to-do list.

not because you were a good person, god no.

rather, if tamaki knew you hurt his precious daughter - you barfed - like that, who knows if you'd see him again?

and so came the bargaining stage, with your rage never leaving your blood stream, of course. being petty was always one of your main personality traits, one that tamaki would often point out.

what did fujioka haruhi have that ln yn didn't?

'nothing.' you muttered to yourself.

nothing.

nothing?

could you be absolutely sure?

you didn't see her much outside of the club, and there were a couple of times you'd heard the hosts hung out together.

maybe they had a moment? or two, three?

perhaps it was high time you stopped bothering him. perhaps then he'd realise you were the one.

that's why your texts to him had much lessened, coming to a complete stop after roughly two months of your self-doubt and insecurities getting the best of you. so did your occasional visits to his house for studying. you'd even stopped wearing the perfume he got you as a birthday present last year, even though you couldn't find another scent that fit your tastes the same way.

despite your attempts at catching his attention, the bubbling fury in your chest rose once again when you realised that maybe tamaki didn't care about you at all.

he texted you as much as you texted him, he hung out with you only when you asked, and when he came closer to you and noticed the change in your scent, he went: "different perfume, princess?"

and while normally you'd be ecstatic at him noticing, your happiness was immediately destroyed when "the other one was a little old fashioned, good thing you moved to something more fresh."

why couldn't he say what he would have said had he been in an otome game, something among the lines of: 'did you wish to match mine?' or something cheesy like that? ...was your scent not to his tastes?

'did he forget his skills from hosting or what?' you whined.

consequently, now that you were sitting around doing nothing to reach out to tamaki or any of your 'friends', your mum couldn't help but take her phone in her hands to call her friend hitachiin yuzuha.

back in the pink room that is the host club, today's rendezvouses seemed to be going by awfully quickly for tamaki.

in the couple of minutes of break he had between the end of this rendezvous and next the one to come, he quickly found his phone from his back pocket and went over his schedule sent by kyouya.

your name had been crossed out and replaced with another one he recognised, another regular guest of his. he raised his eyebrow at that.

he lifted his head and looked for the shadow king.

"hey, kyouya?"

"hm?" kyouya didn't bother to look up from his laptop, furiously typing god-knows-what.

"why's yn's time gone?" he asked innocently in a curious voice that had you heard, you'd be swooning over.

"i told you, she cancelled due to personal business," his answer was straight-forward "although it's probably because she's ill."

ah, that makes sense, you were the one that cancelled.

wait, huh?

"what do you mean she's ill?" his eyebrows furrow a bit and he cocks his head to the side like a cute dog who doesn't understand anything its owner says.

"what do you mean, 'what do i mean'? she's been absent since monday because she's not feeling well, and she won't come today either. pretty simple." kyouya finally looked up at tamaki with a strange expression on his face. "has she not told you?"

tamaki shook his head a bit, "uhm.. no, not really." and tapped his phone again to check his messages on multiple social media apps to make sure he wasn't missing anything. his emails were empty too, only some spam from a newsletter page that he never bothered to cancel his subscription from.

"how do you know?" he questioned kyouya, but before he could answer, "no wait, don't answer that, you creep. of course you know." he sighed.

after some seconds of quiet thinking, "why didn't you tell me?" tamaki continued his questioning.

"everyone already knows, my lord." an awfully familiar voice butt in making the french boy turn his head around, resting his hand on his waist.

the voice belonged to kaoru, who had his arm wrapped around his twin's shoulders. seems like they also just finished with an appointment.

"what does that mean? who's 'everyone' and why am i not included?" tamaki crossed his arms, feeling kind of left out.

"that guy hayato or whatever who hangs out with yn and her friends was telling someone and we overheard." hikaru shrugged in unison with his doppelganger.

honey's soft voice entered the chat. "you mean hinata-kun? yn-chan's friend? yeah, he told me when i asked where yn-chan is because i thought she forgot to bring the candy she promised." he quickly grabbed a piece of cake from the fridge near where kyouya had been sitting and left the room swiftly.

huh, how convenient for him to enter for the plot.

"and why's it that you two evil bastards didn't bother to tell me?" tamaki exclaimed in disbelief, pointing a finger at the both of them. how could they? his precious childhood friend was sick at home and he didn't know?!

"sorry milord-" kaoru announced with his shoulders still raised, "-but you're always talking to yn-" hikaru joined, "-how were we supposed to know you're not asking her about her well-being?" they delivered the finishing blow together.

what were these lame jerks insinuating? 'not asking about her well-being'? what did they know? just as he went to respond with his usual barking, he stopped himself to instead text you on his own for the first time in a while. not that he noticed.

the twins looked at their king with a confused and weirded-out expression on both their faces, before glancing at each other and shrugging again, already disinterested. kyouya had long gone back to his work and so the twins walked to an empty sofa in an almost isolated area of the club, lying on top of one another to give a nice view to whichever client was into it.

about six minutes of pure silence passed between the two before kaoru's phone buzzed; a text from his mum.

the twins read the text simultaneously, with hikaru raising an eyebrow at its contents. they looked back at the slender boy texting you on his phone at the other end of the club, confused about his behaviour.

"seriously...?" hikaru quietly asked kaoru, referring to the text, only to be met with the other's puzzled expression.

as for the half-and-half boy, his fingers were anxiously tapping kyouya's table and awaiting your response to his message.

tamakiii ♥♥♥♥: Hey darling! Is everything alright? I heard you didn't come to school because you're sick. I thought you just didn't feel like coming. Why didn't you tell me?

he didn't know you let out a deep sigh at his text, even if it was three days late. it gave you hope - false hope. that he'd started to pay attention to you again. maybe being distant worked-

tamakiii ♥♥♥♥: want me to come over?

the question felt natural to him, you always visited his home but seldom did he ever visit yours. since you were sick, it made sense that you wouldn't come over this time.

yn>.< : arent u busy rn tho lol

your name on his phone had obviously been put there by you, his choice of emoji had been party hat for some reason.

"be serious, what does that even mean, tamaki?" you'd asked him one day during a break from your studying in his room.

"you don't like it..?" he pouted like usual and you rolled your eyes.

"here. that's better." you handed him his phone back with a new 'yn >.<' as your contact name.

tamakiii ♥♥♥♥: I can just come after club activities.

wait, he was actually coming? after two months of your only contact being through your rendezvous? it worked?! it actually worked?!

you thought of how to answer him.

at your lack of fast response, tamaki thought of ways to help you feel better through your illness.

'aha! eureka!' tamaki's head echoed.

tamakiii ♥♥♥♥: I'll bring some commoner snacks we can enjoy too! Commoners have incredible food to help alleviate illness!

tamakiii ♥♥♥♥: What are you even sick with, anyway?

of course.

commoner food, of course.

haruhi's food.

yn>.< : lol no its fine i dont want u to get sick. ill just c u at sxhool yn>.< : school* yn>.< : doc said its just a cold but yk w my asthma n shit

tamaki was thoroughly disappointed with your response, what did you mean 'you didn't want him to get sick'? you'd never cared if you caught his cold.

his heart raced with worry, and he decided he would stop by anyway. knowing his next appointment was approaching, he speed walked over to the newest host.

"haaaaruuhiiiiii!" he waved his hand to her and her two clients, smiling widely with all of them smiling back at him.

"yeah? what is it, senpai?" haruhi looked up at him from her armchair.

"sorry to intrude-" he runs his hair through his locks - an action that you told him the ladies would swoon over, "-but i was wondering, do you have any recommendations for commoner food that sick people can eat?"

"...are you serious?"

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homesickn · 2 years ago

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Darling.

Loki x reader — sick!fic, established relantionship.

No warnings, just fluff and comfort.

Loki takes care of you when you're sick and makes sure you feel better. He's really soft.

“I feel disgusting,” you say. The words coming out slurred as you struggled to breathe with your congested nose.

“Darling?” Loki asks, concerned. “Can I do anything to help?”

You don't want him to see you like this, in fact, you've been trying to ignore your sickness for a long time.

You feel useless, you don't want to exist, the only acceptable thing to your mind is the thought of going to sleep, the aching pressure around your eyes begs to be closed. You're almost crying from shame.

“Darling,” Loki reaches around you, embracing his arms around your figure, even as you protest, he lifts you up in his arms. “You can't work like this. I know you're sick.” He watches your puffy face, all due to your crying and sneezing.

“No, I'm not, I'm okay,” your voice rough as you lie, fighting not to cough with your pained throat. “I'm not sick, I can do things just fine.”

He still keeps you there, now making sure your face rests against his shoulder as he takes you to the kitchen, already preparing some tea for you two.

“Have you taken some medicine?” He asks and you keep your face hidden, ignoring the question. “You didn't?

“Don't be mad…” You begin.

“Why would I be mad, darling? Why would you not take your meds?”

“I don't wanna be sick, and I didn't know which ones to take, I took a pill but it didn't have any effect so I thought I'd just wait some more.” You're scared you'll sound pathetic to that, but Loki only rubs your back gently.

Loki could sense the effort it took for you to talk, he keeps a concerned look on you as you only rest further to his chest.

This is better, he thinks. She's accepting my help. My love.

Loki had a secret under his sleeve that could work, he could apply his healing magic to your tea — the magic his mother would give to both him and Thor when they got sick, on their younger days, the spell she taught him.

He remembers those days with nostalgic care, he keeps them in the depths of his heart for when his mind needs some kind memories, these parts are specially occupied with you, now. He misses his mother, but he can express the love he received in a new way.

You're shivering under his hands, so he conjures your fluffy, heavy blanket for you, covering you till your neck.

He makes a mental reminder to prepare a warm bath as it's early in the evening, it'd help you feel better, and then he'd make sure you wear some warm clothes so you don't get any fevers.

“Love?” He asks you, your eyes are fighting to stay open but they're moist with tears from the cold.

“Can't breathe,” you whine a bit in pain, closing your eyes and trying to rest but feeling the strong pang in your head.

“I'll make it feel better, love. I'm here,” He tells you, giving you a kiss. He was glad your temperature was normal as he felt it against his skin.

You cringe as his lips touch yours. “Don't kiss me… I'm gross,” your voice goes whinier than you wish for again, which he finds adorable.

“You can't pass me anything, my love. I'm a frost giant, I wouldn't get sick with mortal germs.” He gives you a kiss again.

“But I'm still gross though.”

“I could never find you anything close to gross, when I see you like this, I only wish to nurture you back to health, and make sure you're safe and loved, just as you deserve.” You try to hide your smile against his chest now, he can feel it, and it makes him beam with pride at making you feel a little better. “I hate to see you unwell.”

The tea is ready, he turns your body a little in his arms so you're facing the teapot as he makes two cups for both of you.

He makes sure you see the green sparkles leaving his hands as he puts your tea.

“I hope I'm making this right,” he blushes. “It's the spell our mother would pour on our teas when we were children, Thor thought it was disgusting.”

“Very good, really,” you joke around, smiling at him. “One of the few opinions I have, and little Thor thought it was disgusting.”

Loki gives you a tight lipped smile, but still smiles with his eyes too. He shakes his head.

“I think the magic is flavorless, the problem was just that Thor never really liked tea, and we just discovered a long time after,” he smiles at you. “So, my love, as I know you like this tea, I make sure everything is safe and good to your tastes.” He chuckles and you feel his chest move with the sound.

So you stay there, in his arms, watching his magic with a certain wonder, you'd never tire from this, he always loves the way you look at his magic, the way you look at him. It was never about the magic powers he carries, but the way you're the only person to look at him while he does it and appreciate him, just him, you like it when he does anything, you're the only one to look at him with this clear admiration your eyes always hold for him.

He quietly begins to hum a song for your ears, carrying you to the couch.

You move to take the tea and drink it.

Loki touches your temple, he makes his fingers blue and —consequently, a little colder, just enough for your body to accept, reaching your forehead and keeping it there as you sip your tea.

He notices you're going quieter, just appreciating his acts, not really forcing yourself to speak anymore. He's glad, it makes him happy to see your body sliding slightly closer to him with each sip, probably almost too sleepy to notice.

He conjures you the correct medicine, and you take it. With him kissing your forehead as you do so, like a little reward.

“I'd never shame you for being sick, you know,” He says, breaking the silence of the room. “I never want to see you feeling like you can't tell me again, even as your body starts to feel weak, even if the symptoms are just starting, tell me.”

“I will. I'm sorry.”

“I'm not mad,” he reinforces, quickly booping your nose, gently smiling at you. You stay quiet, he accepts that.

“How about a bath now?” The tea was warm like a balm to your throat.

You don't respond but complain with sounds of disapproval at having to move from the comfort of the couch, from under the cozy blanket.

“You'll feel better,” he comforts you, caressing your skin as he speaks in a low tone so as not to hurt your head. “I promise, just trust me.”

He wraps his strong arms around your legs to push your entire body close to his, gluing you to him as he calmly princess-carries you to the bathroom. Patiently taking the time to hold you as he magically —to be quicker— makes the water warm enough for you and your tired body.

He helps you through the bath, bringing some things to make the bath time more relaxing like different soaps and a pink bath bomb.

“Bath bomb?” You laugh a little, glad the stinging in your head stopped a bit. You point to the product he held.

“It's fun, and I'm not used to these midgardian bath entertainments.” He gives you a kind smile and allows the comfort to surround you two as you take the bath together.

He carefully washes your hair for you, massaging your scalp, hoping to show all his love through his fingertips and gentle caresses.

He moves down to your shoulders, your neck, pressing a bit harder in certain spots, then he slides down to your back with tender care. You hold your breath, and leave some moans of delight as your aching body feels the blessed touch.

“Are you feeling better, love?” He asks, you hum to agree, not wanting to ruin the moment. He muffles a laugh and keeps his loving touches.

Loki runs his hands across the other parts of your body with extra patience and passion, ignoring how sexual it could seem, he knows you're not wishing for it now. He still keeps a longer time washing you, and pressing his hands on your breasts, your chest, your stomach. Brushing among your thighs, anywhere he could show his love and feel your skin close to his.

He kisses your jawline, and moves your head a little to kiss you. The whole time was filled with loving little kisses, some all across your face, some on your lips as he couldn't have enough of your mouth, or enough of you.

The bath makes you feel clean and relaxed, you're allowing yourself to finally succumb to the peaceful affection he's showing you. It's almost overwhelming, you never thought you could have something like this, neither did he.

When the bath's over, Loki exits first to grab a fluffy, dry towel to wrap your body on. You got up and he immediately wrapped you in so you wouldn't face the brutal chilly air of getting out of the bath.

He takes you to the bedroom, your clothes are already on the bed. You tremble to think of removing the towel and facing the cold, but Loki makes sure that doesn't happen.

He puts you on a cozy green sweater, kissing your clothed chest as he's finished. Matching the sweater, he puts on you some warm pajama pants, then proceeds to kiss your stomach.

He puts your socks on you, and gives a kiss to each of your ankles, almost reverently. Looking up at you with wonder, rubbing your legs. You almost weep at the sight, feeling overly emotional.

After he's sure you're warm, he lets you decide on what to do next. You just want to sleep.

He turns off the lights of the house, and dims the one by the bedside table. He reaches for his book, this is one he's been reading without you, he thinks it's a bit too uninteresting to be shared, but now it might fit perfectly for the purpose of getting you to sleep.

You two created a habit of sharing your stories together, you love to sit around while he just reads for you. And whenever you read a story you really like, you get extra giddy to tell him every single detail about it, he loves it when you do so.

He knows how much you love his voice, and in moments like this, in which you need less loud noises, you can't help but pay even more attention to how soft his voice is as he speaks. You could listen to it for days, and thankfully, you can really listen to it all day, for days, he's yours.

He cozies you two under the sheets, the only light being the one by his side, so he can read to you, he makes sure it doesn't bother your eyes.

He holds your body on top of his, keeping a light hold not to pressure your skin, allowing you to rest your head on his neck, unbothered by the little sniffles of the remains of your sickness. He'll make sure to check some more spells later —unharming to humans, to be certain you get even better health soon after you drift off to sleep.

“I love you,” you say. He stiffens a little because it comes unexpectedly, then he relaxes. After all this time, Loki's still unused to these words.

He still gets surprised.

His expression softens and he can only hope you feel all the love radiating off of him.

“I love you, darling. Now rest, you'll feel better as soon as you wake up.”

He begins reading to you from where he stopped, taking pauses a few times to explain some details to you, quietly. You pay attention to the sound of his voice, and his chest moving under you with each word he speaks, until you drift off to a comfortable night of sleep.

This is my apology for not having posted anything this week because I, once again, got sick, so I wrote this! Oh to have a Loki taking care of me.

I hope it can bring some comfort to you all!

Taglist: @mischief2sarawr @dangertoozmanykids101 (I don't know if it's ok to tag in a sick!fic but it's ok if you don't feel comfortable with it ♡)

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abbyromanoff · 1 year ago

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🥶🤒 for Nat? Her suit not keeping her warm enough so she gets sick?

🌷🌷 tyyy!!

Cold

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Word count: 634

Warnings: fluff, sick!Nat, R taking care of Nat, comfort

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

“Babe, I told you I’m fine!” Nat whined, the end of her sentence being interrupted by a coughing fit. You gave her a look that made her shut up quickly and sit down on the bed as you instructed her to do. She had recently come back from a week-long mission. It wasn’t too dangerous, but it sure was cold. She hadn’t listened to you when you said to wear more layers and now she was paying the price.

“And I told you to lay down and get some rest, now go.” She rolled her eyes before grabbing the blanket and throwing it over her body. She acted as though she wasn’t cold, but you could see the way she shivered and goosebumps layered her skin.

“Good. I’m gonna go make some soup for you, do not get up, got that?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” She was on the brink of exhaustion, not even being able to gather the strength to take a shower or change, which you knew you’d have to do for her.

When you came back she was sprawled out on the bed, loud snores leaving her mouth that you couldn’t help but laugh at. You placed the soup, water, and medicine on the bedside table and headed to the bathroom to prepare a bath. You knew she wouldn’t have the power to do it on her own, so you’d have to sit behind her to help her.

“Nat? Nat, c’mon, we need to get you cleaned up and out of these wet clothes.” She groaned but eventually followed your lead. She was clingy when she was tired which you found adorable.

“I just wanna lay in bed with you, baby, can’t we just skip this for tonight?” You nearly debated it with yourself. Spending the night cuddling with her sounded amazing, but you knew she needed to be taken care of first.

“Nice try, but no. We’re getting you cleaned up and then we can cuddle, deal?”

“Fine.” She exaggerated a whine, trying her best to make you give in but you didn’t budge. You held her close for the entire time, washing off her body as she soon fell asleep on your shoulder due to the relaxing aroma you set. There were two candles on the side that filled the room with a smell of vanilla.

When your fingers were starting to prune you decided to get out of the bath, waking up Nat so you could stand up and help her out as well.

“I know, I know, but I need you to wake up to help me out for a minute. And then, you can go back to sleep in our comfy bed, my love.” You grabbed a sweater and pajama pants as she started to get dressed. She was near passing out on top of you again as you helped her dress herself. She felt like a toddler. She would never admit it, but she loved being taken care of by you. It made her feel loved, something she had never known before you came into her life.

You both laid in your shared bed, the two of you dressed in almost matching clothing. She had already taken her medincine which you forced her to do. It was disguisting, but you promised her some pancakes for breakfast if she took it, and she’d never let that offer go to waste.

“Mm, thank you for today, baby.” She mumbled, a small ‘I love you’ following suite. You smiled and kissed the top of her forehead as her eyes closed over, yours soon doing the same as you planned to awake to your girlfriend coughing and sneezing all over, her nose a red color and tissues decorating the bedside table. Even then, you wouldn’t change it for the world.

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wifeofnatasharomanoff · 2 years ago

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Kiss Me More

Warnings: Smut, fluff, g!p soft?dom Nat, daddy kink?

Words: 3.9k

Summary: You and Nat wanna get alone time but your kids keep interrupting. (Aliana: 7 months, Alex: 2-3)

A/N: Don't worry! I'm posting 2/2 of my short series, I just haven't finished it yet <3

You wake up, the morning light shining through the blinds. Groaning, you toss and turn till you hear a noise outside the room. “Tasha.. do you hear that?” you nudge your half-awake wife. “Yeah it sounds like the baby.” you almost immediately spring out of bed, gesturing Natasha to follow you.

You two run into the kids shared room, picking up Aliana. “Shh.. shh Ali mommy's here don't cry.” you look over to the other bed, “Nat is Alex up?” she glances at the sleeping toddler, looking back at you. “Nope, he's passed out.”

You sigh, adjusting the baby to your hip. “Wake him up, what do you want for breakfast darling?” she smirks, kissing the corner of your lips. “Is you an answer?” you giggle, kissing her cheek. “That would be cannibalism Tasha.” she raises a brow, “Don't try to be smart with me kotenok.”

You laugh, “But seriously Nat, breakfast?” she hums, “Hmm.. waffles?” you nod, walking to the door. “Alright, wake Alex up okay?” “Yup.” you blow her a kiss before leaving the room and heading towards the kitchen.

You put the baby down safely on the kitchen counter, looking at her. “Ali you wanna help mommy make breakfast hm?” she just babbles as a response, as she hasn't learned how to speak properly yet.

You kiss her forehead before heading to the fridge. Opening it you look for the ingredients you need, grabbing some milk and eggs. What else..? Oh! Sugar.

You open the pantry, seeing as the sugar is at the top shelf. You groan, getting on your toes trying to reach for it. You feel a hand on your waist, yelping slightly. “Nat! What the f– you scared me.” she chuckles, grabbing the sugar and putting it down on the counter. “Ha ha. That's hilarious, let's laugh at our wife.”

She mixes the batter as you take out the waffle maker. “Hey buddy, how'd you sleep?” you ruffle his hair, setting the device down. “Good?” he sneezes, following you around. You get a worried look, looking down at him. “Tasha! Can you give Alex his allergy medicine?” she nods, picking up the toddler.

You finish making the waffles, putting them on 3 plates and setting them on the dining table. “Mo–mmy!” you look over at Aliana, “Aww sweetie you hungry too? This isn't for babies Ali. Here I'll feed you okay?” she smiles brightly at you, making your heart melt.

You sigh, “Natty are waffles okay for babies her age to eat?” “Uhh.. yeah. Just small portions.” you smile back at the baby, “It's your lucky day after all cutie.” she scrunches her nose, you pick her up. Putting her on the high-chair, grabbing a baby bottle.

After breakfast the four of you sit around in the living room, Natasha on the floor struggling to play cars with Alex as you breastfeed Aliana. “You're doing great honey!” she waits till your son turns around to flip you off.

“Hey.. you guys wanna go to the Zoo today?” Alex's face lights up, he practically jumps up in the air. “Yes! Mama p'weasee mommy said yes, and she's your wife you should listen to her.” Natasha laughs at his antics, “As far as I'm concerned mommy listens to me buddy.” Alex huffs, putting his hands on his hips. “Okay.. we can go.”

He climbs onto Natasha, hugging her tightly. “Thank you mama! Love youu.” she chuckles, kissing his head, “Love you too Alex.” “Since the kids are already ready, we should go get ready too.” she looks at you and nods.

“Alex. Watch your sister we'll be back okay sweetie?” he looks up at you, putting his thumb up. “Good boy, don't mess up the living room sweetie.” you set the baby down on the couch, getting up to leave.

“Come on Natty.” she follows you into the bathroom, you slip off your dress. “What should I wear?” she struggles to keep eye contact with you, a blush forming on her cheeks. “Uhh.. something casual I guess.” you squint your eyes, looking up at her.

“Yeah?” you move closer to her, lips so close to touching yet so far away. She smirks, colliding her lips with yours. “Yeah.” you get on your knees, taking her pants off, her hardened cock pretty practically springing out.

You wrap your lips around the tip, easing her length into your mouth. You feel her body twitch underneath you. “Fuck.. detka–” she brings a hand up to your hair, forcing her dick into your warm mouth as you coat it with saliva. She leans against the wall, moaning softly. “Such a good girl.. taking daddy in so well.” her breath hitches as you run your tongue against it.

She shoves herself deeper into your mouth, making you gag on it. “Mmh.. 'gonna cum baby, you ready?” you nod, your head bobbing up and down as you suck on her. She comes into your mouth, you let out a moan. “Yeah, swallow it all down like a good little slut.”

You swallow her cum all down, pulling her cock out of your mouth, a string of saliva following. “Mama, mommy what's taking you so long!?” a knock on the bathroom door. “Sorry Alex! We'll be out in a sec sweetheart.” you squeak out. “O'tay!” you hear his footsteps fade off somewhere.

You look up at your wife, “Help me up?” she smiles, holding out a hand. You grasp onto it, getting off of the floor. “Let's actually get ready before the kids break down the door.” you laugh, picking out some clothes.

You and Natasha leave the bathroom, to see Alex with the baby on the floor right next to him. “Alex.. why is your little sister on the floor?” he grins innocently, you sigh, bending down to pick up Aliana. “Nat! You got the keys?” she nods, jingling the keys in her hand. You get up with the baby in your arms, “Come on Alex, let's go.” he smiles, holding onto your hand as the four of you leave the house.

You put Aliana in her car seat, while your wife helps Alex put his seat belt on. “Alex, keep an eye on Ali okay?” he nods. You take a deep breath, closing the back seat doors. “Okay.” “She'll be fine baby,” Natasha says as she gets into the drivers seat.

You get into the passenger seat, putting on your seat belt. “Yeah, I know.. I just worry sometimes.” she gives your hand a reassuring squeeze, “It's alright, I'm here for you.” you smile, kissing her cheek, rolling your eyes when Alex says: “Eww!”

She starts the car, driving off. “How far is the Zoo from home?” she shrugs, leaving the neighborhood. “Not too far.” you look out the window, humming.

10 minutes later, closer to the destination. You look behind at the kids, “Aww..” she glances at you. “Are they asleep?” you nod, “Yeah.” “You should wake them up in a bit detka.” you hum in response, “I'll wake them up when we get there.”

You look out the car window, “Speaking of getting there.. we seem to be pretty close.” you eye the giant "Zoo" sign. Natasha parks the car, and you both get out. You open the back seats, gently waking up the kids. “Wake up, we're here babies.” Alex flutters his eyes open. “I' a big boy. Not a baby.” he crosses his arms, getting out of the car. Natasha lifts him up on her shoulders, making him scream in joy.

“Yeah but you're mommy and mama's baby.” he smiles, admiring the scenery. You slowly pick up Aliana, rocking her in your arms. “Tasha can you get the stroller out?” you say, closing the car doors.

She takes the stroller out, you bend over, strapping the baby into the stroller. “Where to first?” Alex points afar, “Tigers!” you sigh, pushing the stroller with you as all of you go to the tiger exhibit.

“..Is now a good time to tell you that I'm terrified of tigers?” “Why would you be? They're cute as hell.” you glare at her, walking to the tigers in the glass barricade. “Of course you aren't, my strong Avenger wife.” she chuckles, kissing your cheek. You try to hide the blush on your face as she does.

“Do you want me to hold your hand?” you meekly nod, squeaking out a “Yes...” you trail off till you see her hold Alex's hand. “You were talking to our son, of course you were.” “He's adorable.” you smile, “Yeah I know, we made him.”

You bite your lower lip, coming up with an idea of some sort. Clearing your throat, you look at Natasha and Alex. “Alex! Wanna go to the petting Zoo with your sister?” he quickly nods with excitement.

You push the stroller, walking out of the exhibit and making your way to the petting zoo. “Yay! I can bite the animals!” you widen your eyes in shock, “No! Alex what did mommy and mama tell you about biting animals?” he lowers his head sadly, “To not bite them..” “Yes. Don't bite the animals buddy.” you hide the laugh you were about to let out since you arrived to the petting zoo.

“Alright, we're here. Alex, me, and mama are dropping you off okay? Tell the nice lady over there to call us if anything happens sweetie.” he nods, picks up his sister, and waddles over to the bunnies. You smile, waving the kids goodbye. You get on your toes, whispering something to Natasha. “Meet me in the car.” she smirks, “Oh? What for?” you gently kiss her lips, “I think you know.”

You get into the back seat of the car, waiting for your wife. She comes back, getting into the front seat. You poke her shoulder, “Nat.. come to the back seat.” she opens the door, climbing into the back seat. “Why are you doing this?” you kiss her softly, “Mm.. because?” she smiles into the kiss. “Because?”

You look up at her innocently, “Cause.. I want to?” “Yeah but, why now?” you give her a peck on the lips, “Well, we couldn't finish what we were doing back home because the kids interrupted..” “And that was?” you glare at her, slowly pulling off your skirt.

“You know what that was.” she looks at you with lust filled eyes, “No I don't.” you pull off your skirt, sitting down on her lap. “Should I remind you?” “Yes.” you smile, slowly grinding yourself on her thigh.

She leans down, and kisses you passionately. You let out a soft moan, kissing her back. She gropes your ass, pulling your body closer to her, as you press your breasts against her chest. She flexes her thigh muscles, holding onto your hips as you grind yourself on her thigh.

“Fuck.. Nat–” she pulls you into a deep kiss, locking your lips together. Pressing the back of your head against the car window, moving both of your hips together. She breaks the kiss, looking down at you. “Natasha please..” “We can't do this right now.” you pout, looking up at her. “But darling—” you get cut over the phone ringing.

You huff, picking up the phone. “Hello? This is Mrs. Romanoff.” you hear screaming in the distance, "You're son..." you widen your eyes, hanging up the phone after the caller stops talking. Quickly putting your skirt back on. “We couldn't have done anything anyways, who the fuck have you been letting around our son? I'm guessing Thor.” you open the car door, getting out.

“We'll have time later baby.” she gets out of the car as well. “You. Have been edging me all day,” you trail off, walking towards the petting zoo. “I'm sorry detka.” you walk into the small building, looking around for the kids, “Sorry doesn't cut it.” she bends down, whispering in your ear, “Don't worry kotenok, when we get home I'll fuck a 3rd baby in you.” you blush, “Well, hopefully this 3rd baby isn't like Alex.. Alex!” you call out to the toddler.

“Hi mommy!” he smiles, with Aliana next to him. You bend down, picking up the baby. “Buddy.. when me and mama told you not to bite the animals, you weren't supposed to bite the other kids.” he nods, “Oh..” Natasha picks him up, nuzzling her face to his cheek. “Mama!”

“Tasha.. I was scolding our son for biting people can you not– whatever let's just go home.” you kiss the top of Aliana's head, walking back to the car.

Natasha holds the car door out for you, “Well isn't someone being a good wife?” “Yes ma'am.” you laugh, getting into the car. “Come on Natty.” she smiles, “Yup,” she gets into the drivers seat.

You smile, rolling your eyes playfully. “Just drive us back home Nat.” she starts driving, pulling out of the parking lot. “Whatever you say princess.” you look out the window, “Natty, what do you want for dinner?” “What did you have in mind?” “Uh.. like rice and stuff?” she nods, driving past the Zoo entrance. “That sounds fine.” you kiss her cheek, watching her glance at you. “Eyes on the road darling.”

She turns back to driving, you turn around to check on the kids. Quietly gasping in awe, “I would say, turn around the kids are sleeping. But you're driving so...” you take out your phone, taking a picture of them. “I'll show it to you later.” “Mhm.” you turn back to the window, “Are.. we home yet?” she smirks, “Almost.” you huff impatiently, “Okay..”

She drives through the gates, parking in front of our house. “Finally–” she gets out of the car with me, “Let's go inside before they wake up.” you nod, opening the back doors, picking up the kids. “They're deep asleep.” you two walk into the house, “We're finally home.” you smile, going in the kids room. Placing the kids in bed, “What do you wanna do now Y/n?” “We could..” you trail off, pulling her into your shared bedroom.

“We could..?” she locks the door, making her way over to you. You take off your top, “We could do something?” she kisses your neck, “Like what?” you press your lips to hers, “Tasha you know what.” She pushes you to the bed, getting on top of you. “Natasha..” she places a kiss on your collarbone, “Natasha please I just–” she cuts you off, kissing you. “Shh.. baby I just wanna take care of you.”

She shoves her tongue between your lips, your moans muffled as her tongue swirls through your mouth. She breaks the kiss, pushing herself up off the bed. “Wanna be in you so bad baby..” she almost rips off your panties, running her finger through your folds. You squirm underneath her, “Mm.. Tasha stop teasing me..” “I'm not teasing you, I promise. Just be patient.”

“But.. Natasha I need you inside me.” you look up at her with pleading eyes. “I.. fuck I can't wait any longer,” you clip off your bra, tossing it to the side. “Just do it Nat.” you whine, she grabs your hips pulling yours to hers. You moan, feeling her bulge through her pants. You watch impatiently as she pulls off her pants, lining her tip with your throbbing core.

You let out a loud moan, gripping onto the sheets when she thrusts into you. “You're so wet detka..” she rasps out, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head. She starts to pick up her pace, thrusting faster. “Mmh.. faster!” she smacks your ass, “Whores don't get to give orders, beg for it baby.” you whimper, “Please f-faster, just use me daddy.”

She smirks, thrusting her cock in deeper. “Fuck.. I love how desperate you are for me.” you bite your lower lip, suppressing a moan. She thrusts in harder grabbing tightly onto your waist. “Natasha I–” she slams her lips against yours, you kiss back letting out a soft moan. “Mm..” she pulls back, panting heavily. “Natty I'm gonna—” “Cum for me baby.”

You came, letting out an embarrassing loud moan as your walls clench around her length. She thrusts in harder, “Tasha 'm too sensitive ple—” you moan, widening your eyes. She came, filling you up as she did.

She leans down, kissing you gently. “Nat.. do– you wanna go to bed or do you still want dinner?” she pulls out, smiling at you. “I'll cook, but we should probably shower first.” you nod, getting into the bathroom. “I'm helping you cook.” she follows you in, laughing slightly. “That's okay, I can handle myself.” you step into the shower. “Last time you "handled yourself" you burnt breakfast.”

She gets into the shower too, “You have no idea what I can do when I put my mind to something.” you kiss her, whispering into her ear. “Oh I sure have an idea.”

You two get out of the shower, walking into the bedroom. “Tasha are the kids still asleep?” you turn to look at her, “Yeah, they'll be up soon though.” you hum in response, she suddenly pushes you against the wall, kissing you deeply. You widen your eyes, kissing her back. She brings a hand between your thighs, rubbing your clit through your panties. “Fuck.. Natasha.” she takes her hand away, “Sorry..” you look up at her. “It's fine just–” you giggle at her unecessary apology, “Let's just go make dinner.”

You leave the room, making your way into the kitchen. “What are we making?” you smile, “I told you when we were in the car.” “Yeah but I wanted to surprise you.” you glance at her, opening the fridge. “Mhm.. and what is that?” she takes out a container from the fridge, smiling. “Chicken.” you furrow your brows in confusion, “...Chicken?” “You don't cook chicken?”

You look up at her confused face, bursting out in laughter, “Um.. yeah– yeah I do.” she sets the container down on the counter, “Then why would you ask?” you shake your head, “No reason.. thanks for the chicken honey.” she kisses your cheek, “So.. what do you do now?”

You look up at her, “I cook.. the chicken.” she replies back with an "ohh." you grab a knife, chopping up some vegetables and the chicken. She watches you intently, “Natasha is this the first time in our entire marriage that you're watching me make dinner?” she nods slowly, looking over at you.

You stifle a laugh, kissing her softly. “You're cute, you know that?” she frowns, pecking your lips again. “I'm an Avenger, I'm not cute.” you shake your head, pouring the uncooked ingredients into a pan. “No.. you're cute Tasha.” you turn on the stove, frying the food. She comes up behind you, placing her chin on your shoulder. “Well.. since you're here, can you get me the oil Nat?” she nods, grabbing the oil.

“How much should I put in there?” you shrug, “Just a little bit.” she furrows her brows, “How much is "just a little bit"?” you glare at her, “Just give me the oil Romanoff.” you yank the bottle from her, and pour in some oil into the pan. “Should I go wake the kids up?” you nod, and she walks off to the kids bedroom.

You finish cooking dinner, placing it on the table. Natasha comes back into the kitchen with Alex and Aliana. You smile at them, “Hey buddy.. how'd you sleep?” he shrugs, “Good-ish.” he goes to sit at the dinner table. “What's up with him?” “How would I know?” you sigh, grabbing the baby from Natasha.

You sit at the dinner table, Natasha sits beside you. “Ali! Mommy's hair isn't a toy sweetie, stop pulling it.” you untangle her hands from your hair. Natasha lets out a small laugh, “You think this is funny Nat?” she shakes her head. “Nope.” she goes back to eating her food.

You let the baby have some rice from you, smiling back at her. “You want another one Ali?” she babbles, nodding her head as a response. You kiss her cheek, feeding her some more. “Mommy dinner tastes yummy!” Natasha looks over at Alex, “Why don't you think mama made dinner buddy?” he tilts his head, “Mama you can't cook.” he says, flashing a smile.

You start laughing, “Oh.” “Tasha, it's fine darling. He's 2, what do you expect?” you kiss her softly, “Ew!” your son sticks out his tongue in mock disgust. “Hey! Alex.. who teaches you this stuff?” he giggles, “Uncle Thor.” you roll your eyes, “Of course he did.. make Sam babysit next time Nat.” she chuckles, nodding.

You get up, picking up everyones plates and putting the baby on your hip, between your arms. You make your way over to the sink, “What are you doing?” you turn to look at her, “Hm? Washing the dishes.” she gets up from the table. “I can do that,” “Okayy..” you move, giving her some space to stand in front of the sink. “Good girl.” you widen your eyes, blushing. “Natasha!” she smirks, washing the plates.

“Why are you so red kotenok?” “Natty the kids are here. Don't do this until after they go to bed.” she puts the clean plates up, “Fine.” “Good. I'll go.. I'm gonna go put the kids back to bed.” you hold Alex's hand, walking to the kids room. “You need help?” you nod, “Sure, why not.” she follows you in.

You place the baby down on her crib, placing a blanket on top of her. Natasha puts Alex down on his bed, putting a blanket on him. “They must be really tired.” you whisper. “Yeah.” you bend down, kissing their foreheads. “Sleep well.” you turn off the lights, “Goodnight.” “Are you going to sleep now?” you glare at her, pulling her into the bedroom.

“Not after that stunt you pulled in the kitchen.” she closes the door behind us, “What stunt?” she locks the door. “Natasha..” you say, eyeing her from the other side of the room. She kisses you passionately, pining you to the wall. You gasp, pressing your body to hers. Her hands slide up your shirt, “Just take it off.” she takes your shirt off for you, looking at your clothed breasts. “That too.” she slips off your bra, putting it aside.

You get on your knees, taking off her boxers. Her cock practically springs out, you place your mouth on her tip. She lets out a moan as you suck slowly, “Fuck detka..” you push her dick deeper into your mouth. She grips onto your hair, forcing her length deeper into you. You gag, choking on her cock, tearing up slightly. She breathes heavily, cumming into your mouth. You swallow it all down, looking up at her.

“On the bed.” you nod, scrambling onto the bed. She pulls off your panties, “Need to be inside you baby.” she lines the tip with your entrance, shoving her cock deep inside your pussy. You let out a loud moan, arching your back. She thrusts deep into you, “Mm.. you're so tight kotenok.” you whimper, gripping onto her shoulders. “Fuck.. d-daddy it's too much!” “You can take it, take me in like a good girl.” you moan, screwing your eyes shut.

“Daddy wants to see you when she fucks you detka.” she says, making you open your eyes again. She pulls in and out of you, slamming her cock deep into you. “Tasha I– I'm gonna..” you gasp out, “Cum for me, cum all over my cock Y/n.” a wave of pleasurement crashes down on you, thighs shaking as you came.

She came into you right after, collapsing on top of your chest. You kiss her cheek, “I love you Natty.” she smiles, looking down at you. “I love you too baby.”

You two lay in silence until, "Mama! Aliana frew up!!" You groan, getting up and slip your clothes back on.

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Hey, Soup! So I have an idea.

If there's one thing I know, it's that carsickness can be made 100 times worse by 3 things: uncomfortable warmth, abnormally stiff seats, and fragrant car freshener scents. Leo and I are literally in the exact same boat when it comes to car sickness, and I know that when you get dizzy enough you can barely keep your eyes open, and it will not go away for hours!!!

I had this idea where maybe the whole gang goes on a trip somewhere and they rent one of those vans that has two seats in the front, two in the middle, and three in the back. And while they're driving somewhere and having a good time and everything, maybe Leo is just super uncomfortable in the van because it has little inconveniences that are just making his carsickness so much worse, but he doesn't wanna spoil the mood so he says nothing.

And maybe when they make a stop for gas and snacks or something, Leo stands outside the car and suddenly just starts throwing up violently.

Suddenly, everyone is panicked because Leo is almost delirious with nausea and dizziness. And Jonah is on the fine line between nervous boyfriend and trained doctor.

After that, maybe they manage to finish the drive to their hotel or wherever they're staying and there's just a lot of cute fluff and cuddles with Jon babying dizzy Leo.

I just think this would be so cute!!!

Plus, I'm stressed out with classes so I NEED my Jon and Leo fluff!! It's my serotonin (I think I spelled that right)!!

Hi darling! Thank you so much for this prompt and I hope you have your dose of Jon/Leo serotonin and classes are no longer stressing you out 💛

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"Leo can't go in the back," Jonah said sleepily, his voice a notch deeper than usual and twice as grouchy. He wanted to strangle Bella for suggesting they do a mini road trip for the nearest music festival and his boyfriend for agreeing with it.

Bella was virtually untouchable after such a scare during Halloween, so whatever Bells wanted, Bells got and that was the whole reason they were now in a van driving to fucking Manchester. Jonah wanted to kill her.

"I'm fiiiine," Leo whined at his overbearing words, but everyone else agreed that there was no way Leo could sit in the back, so he was quickly banished to the front of the van, alongside Luke, who'd be driving for the nearly four hours long trip.

Really, Manchester?

"Glare any harder and Bell will need at least two more stitches," Vince teased him with a whisper, while Jonah glared at Wendy and Bella curled up together on the seat ahead of him.

Jonah let out a huff, "I don't even like rock."

"It's a music festival," Vince rolled his eyes, "cheer up, man. There's gonna be a bunch of other shit to do, cool food, other bands too."

"Don't tell me to cheer up, shut up," Jonah scoffed, jamming up his elbow on Vin's side when the man tried to grab his shoulders and rattle him.

"Just go the fuck to sleep," Wendy yawned, eyes closed and squirming on her seat so she could better use Bell's shoulder as a pillow, "you're always cranky when you're sleepy, just get a nap."

"I'm not a fucking toddler," Jonah kicked their seat, causing Bella to open her eyes, all blue, confused and a little in pain. Guilt burned his stomach, "sorry..."

She opened a small smile, nodding and pressing her cheek back to the top of of Wendy's head.

Lucas had volunteered to drive, half because he was a control freak, half because he needed to be given something to do. Either way, Jonah was happy he had, because he knew that if Luke and Vin had been sat together, no one would be able to catch even a little bit of sleep. He curled up on his side, resting his forehead on the window and turning away from Vince, quickly dozing off.

Jonah woke up with giggling.

He frowned in his sleep, trying to figure what were the whispers about or the giggles... Something trickled his nose and he wrinkled it, closing his eyes back again... Something trickled his nose again and Jonah sneezed, a hand coming up to shield his face from view and smearing shaving cream all over his nose and mouth.

Vince, Wendy and Bella let out a howl, wheezing with laughter and Jonah opened his eyes in shock, before glaring at them, spitting the shaving cream, "What are you, fucking four years old?!" he exclaimed, kicking Vince's thigh with all his force, "what the fuck!?"

Wendy was clutching her ribs, "you look soooo cute with the cream mustache!"

"Shut up Wendy!" Jonah exclaimed, furiously trying to wipe the shaving cream off his face, but only causing a bigger mess since they hadn't been economic when putting it on his hand. Bella was wheezing, her head thrown back with a laughter and he could see Luke's shoulders shaking too. The whole car smelt like Vince's overpowering lavender scented shaving cream.

"Stop the car!" Jonah groaned, wiping his still dirty hand on Vince's shirt and causing him to squeal, since he was too busy laughing to avoid getting smeared with it, "Atwood, stop the fucking van!"

"Okay!" Luke yelled, clearly laughing, "fine! Calm down!" and then in a lower voice, "we needed gas anyway."

Jonah glared at his friends, groaning that now he'd be smelling like Vince the rest of the day, "you guys are such assholes," he pouted, once again trying to wipe his face, just as Luke turned on the lights to show he'd be turning in the nearest exit.

"I'm s-ssorry," Wendy said, but it was hard to believe she was apologetic when there were tears clinging to her lashes, mascara smeared with how hard she had laughed, "here, here-" she reached inside her bag and grabbed a little washcloth, so he could wipe most of the cream, although the sticky sensation and powerful smell was still there.

A gas station came into view and the van swerved to the right, shaking with the change of terrain, before coming to a stop before one of the gas bombs.

He immediately jumped out and so did Luke to fill up the tank and so did Leo... Who took three steps forward and bent in half, throwing up all over the floor and his own sneakers.

Jonah let out a yelp, jumping back. He was far away enough that he watched the next events unfold in slow motion, Leo swaying forward as if he was gonna pass out and Lucas realizing what had happened, barely managing to catch him as Leo's knees buckled, arms wrapped around his chest.

"FUCK!" Luke's shout overpowered Jonah's equally nervous "Leo!"

He skipped forward, shaving cream forgotten, not a mind paid to the disgusting puddle on the ground, crouching down to where Luke was holding Leo by the chest, the blonde still hung forward, vomit dripping from his lips.

"Baby, baby, baby, hey-" Jonah chanted, cupping his face, "Leo, open your eyes... Baby, what's wrong-"

"Carsick..." Leo groaned, his voice rough, before he heaved again and Jonah was forced to jump to the side, narrowly avoiding getting his jeans covered in puke. Leo let out a sob, one hand darting out and curling on Luke's shirt, squeezing it until his knuckles turned white, "msorry-" he slurred, a line of sick saliva hanging from his bottom lip.

"Don't worry about it," Lucas said, his voice calm, while he met Jonah's eyes over the blonde's head, all worried, "I'm gonna get us up, okay?"

Leo jerked slightly, barely nodding and Luke moved his arms, wrapping Leo's chest with his right arm and grabbing on the van with the left one so he could pull them both up, Jonah moving forward to grab his boyfriend's bicep.

He could tell that Lucas was holding all of Leo's weight just by the way Leo's feet were almost dangling on the ground. Jonah frowned, rubbing his boyfriend's back, just as Leo heaved again, letting out a loud moan as even more vomit joined the mess.

"Shhh-" Luke cooed, while Jonah moved his hand so he was holding Leo's forehead, stopping him from getting his shirt and Luke's arm covered in sick.

"Goddammit Leo, why didn't you say anything?" Jonah said, using the little washcloth Wendy had given him to wipe his boyfriend's mouth, "we're gonna get you to the bathroom to get cleaned up."

"Nooo..." Leo punctuated the groan with a sick burp, gagging again, "can't walk... Wirl- Twirling..."

"Did you hit your head or something?" Luke asked, frowning, but Jonah rolled his eyes. This was not a concussion, Leo was not a football player anymore.

"Where exactly he would've hit his head, he spent all of yesterday at the office," he snapped, stroking Leo's cheek, "baby did you take the meds?"

"Uhmmmm..." Leo groaned, although he nodded, before he gagged again and slurred, "move-" and threw up once more. Jonah wasn't sure how he had so much in him, after the meager breakfast he had forced on the blonde this morning, exactly because Leo didn't want to get carsick and was refusing to eat, Jon reasoning he'd feel even sicker if he had nothing in his stomach at all.

He waited until the spell passed, before cupping Leo's cheeks and forehead, expecting to meet a fever, but instead under his hands there was just cold, clammy skin.

"I don't... I don't feel well..." Leo whined, wrapping an arm around his stomach, "Jon..."

"I got you," Jonah squeezed his nape, "are you done?" he couldn't possibly have more in him, right?"

Leo let out a groan that could mean anything, so Jon forced him to remove the arm from around his belly and threw it around his own shoulders, while Lucas did something similar so they could drag the blonde to the bathroom.

Yet, Leo was completely boneless and not five steps in, his knees gave up again, nearly pulling all three of them down.

"I got him," Vince jumped out of the van, from where they had been watching the scene unfold, Bella and Wendy's head poking out of the doorway.

"I got you, kiddo," he circled Luke, getting Leo's arm wrapped around his shoulders instead of Lucas' and then wrapping an arm around the blonde's knees, lifting him up with a grunt, "where to?" Vince asked in a strained voice.

"Here," Luke led the way, while Jonah was too busy fussing over Leo. He could tell the blonde wasn't feeling well at all, because he didn't complain once at being carried like a damsel.

All four of them spilled into the public bathroom of the gas station. They were lucky it was a big franchise, a normal stop for buses, so the bathroom was huge, with many stalls. Leo let out another groan, pushing at Vin's chest and the other man put him down just in time for Leo to stumble toward the sink and bring up another mouthful of sick.

He let out a pitiful moan, knuckles white on the granite of the sink and Jonah grabbed his bicep to keep him up, rubbing his back, "you're okay baby, just get it up. You'll feel better soon..." he said helplessly. Leo shook his head, his whole face scrunched up.

"My stomach-" he made a little drowning noise in the back of his throat, before gagging fruitlessly.

Jonah let out his own unhelpful little groan, squeezing his nape, "hey, take a deep breath, love..."

Lucas turned on the tap, running his hands under the cold water and using them to wipe at Leo's face, drool and puke be damned. Leo leaned onto his touch, sniffling as if he was about to start crying.

"Jon..."

"I'm right here," Jonah squeezed his arm, mimicking what Luke was doing and planting his cold, humid hand on his boyfriend's overheated nape, "I got you..."

"Vince?" Wendy called from the door, poking her head in for a sec. Vince moved out of the bathroom and once he returned he was holding a plastic water bottle and slippers.

"The girls got you this, kid. Let's get you out of these shoes..."

With much effort Jonah ushered Leo to take a sip of the water, while Vince help him up, so Luke could go and undo his vomit covered laces and remove his shoes, putting his feet into fluffy slippers.

"I don't feel well..." Leo whined, struggling to keep his head up, "I wanna lie down..."

"We're gonna stop at the nearest motel," Jonah promised, wrapping an arm around his waist, "let's go back to the car, okay? You can lie down on the backseat."

"N-no..." Leo frowned, eyes closed. Even when he did manage to open his eyes, they were struggling to focus on anyone, "I'll get sick in the back..."

"We're so past that, baby," Jon rolled his eyes, then nodded at Vince and together they managed to pull Leo back to the car.

"Here," Bella moved forward to help Jonah push him inside, sliding her hands under his arms and hugging the blonde's chest, pulling him in, "I got him, get in."

Jonah obeyed, jumping over his boyfriend — whom he had forgotten was six feet tall — and sliding on one of the seats, so Bella and Wendy could carefully get Leo with his head resting on his lap, before moving to fold his legs.

Leo let out a groan, muffling a burp on Jonah's thigh, "I'm gonna be sick again..."

"Right now?" Jonah frowned and got no answer. Wendy jumped out of the van, while Luke fussed with the gas bomb and Vince slid into the driver's seat, since he was a better driver than Lucas and drove faster.

Wendy returned not even five minutes later, holding a plastic kids' bucket and a bunch of plastic bags, as well as paper napkins. She handed the items to Bella, before switching places with Luke and getting on the passenger seat, so he got in the back and finally the slammed the door closed.

"We're gonna stop in a second, Leo," Lucas promised him and the blonde only let out a groan, eyes squeezed shut and a painful frown one.

"The car.... Smells...." Leo whined after a minute of painful silence and Jonah vaguely heard Vin cursing up in the front, before the windows were rolled down, while Bella passed the bucket to Luke and wet some of the napkins, passing them to Jonah.

"Clean up."

"What?"

She let out a frustrated groan, before moving from her seat and crouching in front of him, wiping his cheek and hands with the wet napkins. It took Jonah a second to realize she was getting rid of the shaving cream, his mind too busy worrying about Leo to even remember that.

He blushed, "oh- Thanks..."

"Oh god," Leo groaned, before pitching forward and almost covering Bella's lap with sick, wasn't it for Luke nearly falling as he shoved the bucket under his mouth.

Jonah cringed, forcing his eyes on Vince's head poking out of the driver's seat headrest and keeping a hand on Leo's trembling back, keeping him steady.

He gagged and coughed for another minute, before slumping back down and Luke took the bucket back, while Jonah glanced down to his boyfriend' sickly face. He was so white that Jon could see just the pattern of veins under his cheek.

Leo let out a little whine, sniffling again and rolled on the seat, so he could press his forehead to Jonah's stomach.

"Try to sleep, baby," Jonah whispered, leaning in to kiss the top of his head. He heard a little moan and nothing else.

In front of him, Bella had already curled back up and was resting her head on Lucas' arm, as he whispered "are you alright?" in her ear and she nodded, sleepily.

Jonah was aware there had been consequences of the brain injury but he had been yet to witness what Lucas had told him, Bella falling asleep after barely being up for two hours.

Jon caught Luke's worried eyes and the other man shrugged, glancing down to Leo with an equally concerned expression. Wordlessly, Jon shook his head, taking some odd comfort in the camaraderie.

It didn't take them long to find a side of the road motel, but still Jonah didn't move, not daring to wake up Leo until everything was sorted.

He watched as Luke quietly pushed Bell off his shoulder, so she was asleep against the window and then he jumped out alongside Wendy and Vin.

In front of Jonah, Bella let out a little sigh, opening her eyes and rubbing, "what...Where...?"

"The motel," Jon cleared up, glancing down and keeping his fingers running through Leo's blonde hair. He wondered if his boyfriend was even asleep, or just trying to stay so still he could ward off the nausea, "Leo?"

A little grunt answered him and Jonah raised his eyebrows, surprised it was the second option, "we're getting a motel room, okay? Just a little longer, baby."

"Okay..." Leo answered, his voice muffled by Jonah's jeans.

Bella was watching him, with a frown between her eyebrows, "this was a stupid idea..." she whispered once Jonah looked up, "I'm sorry."

"It was," Jonah agreed, not feeling one little bit forgiving when Leo was clearly in so much pain. He caught a flash of hurt on Bell's eyes, but she didn't say anything, except for sliding out of her seat and stepping out of the van.

"It's not her fault," Leo groaned, curling up even more, wrapping an arm around his stomach. Jonah opened his mouth to complain, but was interrupted by Leo squeezing his leg, saying "help me sit up."

Sitting up was a challenge on its own, the change of positions causing Leo to sway on the spot and gulp convulsively, cold sweat once again covering his brow.

"Alright," Wendy poked her head inside the car, "we got you a room. Room 203," she dangled the keys before her face, "do you need help? Leo?"

"I can manage," he grumbled, although his voice was thick with queasiness and Jonah wasn't feeling very positive about that.

He jumped out of the car, before grabbing Leo's arm and throwing it around his neck, helping him out too. Wendy guided the way, skipping ahead and they stumbled forward, like a couple of zombies.

Just as they were about to reach the door, Leo let out another groan, squeezing Jon's arm, "wait... Shit, wait..." he leaned forward and Jonah squeezed his arms around him, as Leo gagged and brought up a thin splash of bile all over the gravel.

He dry heaved for another minute, while Wendy unlocked the door and turned up the A/C, disappearing inside.

"You're empty, love," Jonah sighed, ignoring the queasy churn of his own stomach, straightening up his boyfriend, "you're done."

"My belly hurts," Leo's voice sounded like he had chain smoked for 20 years. Jonah's heart squeezed in sympathy, he'd switch places with him if could.

"I know, I know. You'll be laying down soon and I can rub your tummy for you," he promised, causing the corner of Leo's lip to go up.

"My tummy, uh?"

"Shut up," Jonah scoffed, but he couldn't keep the relief out of his voice, hearing his boyfriend sound like himself, "c'mon."

They finally stumbled inside the room and Jonah could've cried at Wendy's forethought of pulling the blankets off the bed, placing the ice bucket near the bedside table and a bunch of water bottles too.

He almost fell in the bed with Leo and the blonde curled up, hiding his face on the pillow. Wendy stepped out of the bathroom, circling the bed quietly and planting a kiss on top of Jonah's curls, since he was sitting on the bed.

"I left some dramamine on the bathroom sink. He can take it if he manages to keep water down at least for twenty minutes," she whispered, "my room with Vin is right next door, 202, just knock on the wall if you need anything."

"Thank you, Dee," Jonah whispered back and she shrugged, stepping out of the room and shutting the door.

Leo let out a sigh, grabbing his wrist, "get in with me."

Jonah obeyed immediately, although he stayed over the covers, big spooning his boyfriend and letting out a worried sigh when Leo muffled a whine against the pillow as he was hugged from behind.

"Are you alright?" He whispered, lips meeting the top of Leo's head. The blonde groaned again.

"I'll answer in three hours," he squirmed, opening his jeans and grabbing Jonah's hand, planting it over his stomach. His abs were flat, more ripped than ever and Jonah carefully stroked over his queasy tummy.

#mywriting #leo wagner #motion sickness #car sickness #i kinda loved this scenario so maybe i'll write more in this 1 roadtrip?#let me know

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andromedastarrs · 6 months ago

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Miguel O'Hara - Random Headcanons, All SFW! :)

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Y'all enjoyed the other post a lot so here-- have some more of my brain rot! All of these are just fun things lol, interactions and quirks!

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If he spots you and notices that you have bad posture, he'll point it out and tell you to straighten up. Even if others are around. "Unless you wanna live with back pain till the rest of your life..."

Clean cursive would probably be his preferred font to write in. When he prints his letters it's a total mess.

Definitely does not tolerate people who chew with their mouth open. He will glare at you, grab his plate, and move away.

Takes freezing cold showers. Headcanon because every health nut/gym person that I've met says it's the best for muscle recovery.

Doesn't like to watch TV in his free time, he's in front of screens all day. He spends it instead reading books, cleaning up his living area, putting on music and resting on his couch to let his mind relax.

Loud dad sneezes. Doesn't apologize for it.

Likes his coffee black. On his rest days though, he will add a little milk in there to treat himself.

Will order the biggest burger off the menu and successfully chomp at it with no issue. A part of me also thinks it would be in character for him to order a small meal and eat very... Well, he'd eat like a princess. LMFAO.

Is not religious but very respectful of every religion. I think if he were to have a spiritual S/O and they practiced a religion he didn't know much about he'd wanna learn about it by asking them questions.

I am TIRED of the racist Miguel allegations. I am a firm believer that because he is half Irish and half Mexican, if he were to be present in front of a racist, he wouldn't tolerate it. Also headcanon that he's not the arguing type. He'll just throw them out a window (exaggerating).

He loves cats and dogs, very gentle with both. Knows how to treat both correctly too. Doesn't own any pets though, he's scared of losing it one day.

Silently cries. Even when alone he's very quiet. His eyes get very red and so does his face, very quickly. No puffy eyes tho!

No time for skincare, but he's into biotech... Probably assuming too much, but if he could then why wouldn't he; he probably concocted some sort of "one in all" skin product.

On that note his hygiene is on point! He'd probably be so upset if he ever stunk.

Definitely dyes his hair. I do not believe that he doesn't have a single grey strand up there. If his S/O once said they liked the grey hairs, he'd probably chuckle... And then keep dying it anyways.

I think he'd choose to wear shorts over pants when given the chance to... Even jorts. It's ok, he looks good wearing them!

I think he'd like silver jewelry even though gold looks better on him. (He can pull off both *lip bite*.)

Doesn't like designer logos printed everywhere over his accessories/clothing.

Am i the only one that thinks he works out via Pilates AND weight training? Gotta stay flexible and stretched!

Likes to meditate, almost never has time to do so.

Sleep talker!

Very self aware of his size; hates accidentally coming into contact with other people.

Caught up with modern lingo in most places, doesn't participate in conversations surrounding it. "Have you heard what lingo the kids are using? It's absolutely bonkers--" "Yeah."

Try to talk to him in a silly language (think of that skibidi toilet shit), he'll respond instantly. Don't get the wrong idea, he won't be amused by your antics.

If he doesn't show interest in you then he's not interested in you. I'm a big believer that if you were crushing on him, you'd have to wait for HIM to show interest. Otherwise all your flirting will be rendered useless.

#fanfiction #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse

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bonny-kookoo · 2 years ago

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Can I request a drabble similar to "silver collar" please? Pet reader x member who's their owner. Preferably puppy hybrid reader and Yoongi.

Leave me alone, I am soft now. Architect!Yoongi x Dog Hybrid!Reader AU. I didn't include full on smut in this though (only hints and mentions), dunno if you wanted that- also didn't know if it needed to be Idol!BTS or not. Warning for mild angst.

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While he's busy shaving down the edges of his newest project, you sneeze in the background, making him chuckle before he eventually shuts off the machinery he's working with. "I told you to not sleep there." He reminds you, but you only stretch your legs, lazily yawning where you're laying close to his workspace. He's placed several sleeping spots for you all throughout his workplace here, well aware himself that he's spoiling you- something he'd never openly admit.

You're a bit of a princess in his eyes, both during daily life, and behind closed doors as well, bedroom included.

"You wanna go outside?" He wonders, putting the wooden boards to the side before he looks at you. "Hey, puppy. I've asked you a question." He sternly calls out, snapping you out of your slight daze, eyes now open.

"Can we get food?" You ask instead of properly answering, making him sigh as he takes off his mask and work attire, before he walks over to you.

"If you can behave." He tells you, earning an almost offended pout. "Don't look at me like that. It didn't work this morning and it won't work now."

"It did work this morning though." You tease, tail wagging impishly behind you as you grin up at him, reminding him of the way he'd tried to punish you for an earlier incident, your constant tests of his patience and dominance sometimes leading to moments like the one you're mentioning. Though you'd simply been lucky- he'd been in a particularly generous mood to say the least, granting you your pleasure at the end after all. "People might wonder who the pet really is if they knew how you act when no one's around." You giggle, no shame in your words whatsoever.

Right now, however, this generous mood isn't there any longer.

Yoongi simply hooks a finger into the loop of your collar, pulling you up closer to him as he looks down at you with a gaze that you know means business. It's not angry, it's not mad- it's unreadable, dangerous as he won't show to you what he might have going on inside his mind. "You've been awfully bratty these days." He comments, making you swallow thickly while keeping eye contact.

It's a small rule of his. He hates when you don't look at him.

"Is that collar not enough?" He wonders, voice almost sounding disinterested. "Do I need to gag that mouth of yours to remind you of your place? Or am I just being too nice to you?" He asks, making you shake your head. "No? Funny. I expected that answer." He lets go of your collar, leaving you to sit with a more cowering position at his scolding. "I'll go get food. Alone." He tells you, putting on his jacket-

instantly earning a whine from you, eyes wide open as you stare at him as if he'd just told you he's going to bring you back to a shelter. "That look isn't going to work." He tells you sternly, and you know that he means it this time. "You stay put. Maybe that'll give you some time to think about how you've been acting lately."

Maybe you have been growing too bold these days? Thinking about it, you don't know why you've been acting like this at all. Maybe your pre-heat? But even then, you've never been this overly cocky with your attitude towards him. You don't know why you're constantly this nasty towards him, hell, you don't even feel like yourself these days at all, and you don't know what's the cause of it.

The door closes, leaving you all alone in his workplace, with no idea of when he'd be back at all.

All you do know is that trying to get out yourself, or making any mess would possibly result in further punishment- so you only put his work apron on your little mattress in the furthest corner of the place, before laying down with it in your grasp. Yoongi has never actively punished you like this, so you're completely unsure of how to act.

Thinking about it, he's always been nothing but nice to you.

When the door unexpectantly opens later on, revealing Yoongi with a white plastic bag he sets down on one of the unused tables, you instantly wag your tail, eyes filling with unshed tears while he walks closer, clicking his tongue at the sight. "It's alright." He looks around, making sure you did stay like he'd told you to, before he leans down to properly pull you into his arms. "See? You can be such a good girl. Why the attitude lately?" He wonders. "I hate punishing you, you know that."

"I know." You choke out, holding onto him. "I don't know." You say honestly, truly unsure why you've been acting like this at all.

It actually worries him a little. Your change in character has started randomly, out of the blue. If this had been truly your personality from the start, you wouldn't have waited almost three years to really reveal that to him. He knows you, he takes great pride in that- so something else must be going on that he doesn't know.

"You think there might be something wrong?" He wonders, carefully wording his sentences as he wipes your cheeks free of your tears. "Maybe we should make an appointment, just to check up on things. We haven't been to the doctors for a while." He suggests, and much to his surprise, you nod. "Alright. Let's eat for now though, and then go home."

"Home sounds nice." You say quietly, visibly exhausted. It's another thing he's noticed- another thing he quietly notes down in his head to ask about at a later date.

For now, however, he's got his little princess back- the happy pup he's taken in years prior, and it makes him smile as he watches your excited face at the fact that he'd bought your favorite.

You deserve it, after all.

#bts fanfic #bts fic #bts suga imagine #yoongi fluff #min yoongi imagines #yoongi imagines #yoongi imagine #bts imagines #bts x reader #hybrid au #hybrid imagine

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cuddlepilefics · 10 months ago

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SKZ Season Greetings - 15

Change of scenery

Seungmin had eventually cried himself to sleep in Changbin’s arms, despite Felix’ coughing in the room next to his. Jisung’s heart ached for his twin as he sat on the couch, nibbling some apple slices. Him and Hyunjin had confirmed that his fever was slowly going down, so he should hopefully get over his illness like Changbin and Jeongin soon too. Hyunjin had made it his mission to ensure that Jisung would continue to take it easy to avoid another relapse. “What are you planning to do when you finish that apple?”, the dancer asked softly, as he scrolled through social media. His feed was filled with holiday-themed posts and he couldn’t help but feel jealous, still being too sick to go out and enjoy the season.

Clearing his throat, Jisung admitted: “Don’t really know yet. I’m most definitely done sleeping for a while but I don’t want to make the same mistake again. My mind is telling me that I have no right to be lazy now that I’m doing better but….” – “You’re slowly getting better but that doesn’t equal being better”, Hyunjin pointed out, sniffling into his sleeve, “Don’t let your mind guilt-trip you into working yet because we know how that ended the last time.” Jisung hummed in agreement. No matter how frustrating it was, he should probably refrain from working a little longer.

“Do you have anything you wanna do today, hyung?”, Jisung pouted, hoping the older would have an idea for a distraction, so he wouldn’t feel too guilty about not working. Hyunjin shrugged: “I thought that I might paint something, you know, craving the Christmas spirit. That would mean, having to go over to our dorm though and I don’t wanna be there all along while everyone else is here.” – “I could come with you”, the rapper offered, trying to not sound too eager, “I’d gladly keep you company but you’d have to let me watch or else I’d get bored out of my mind.” Laughing tiredly, Hyunjin agreed: “You can watch me paint. Maybe we can listen to music together but no singing, okay? Your voice still sounds really strained.” – “Deal”, Jisung beamed, “Let’s head over right away? We can leave a note for the others, so we don’t have to wake anyone.”

That was exactly what the pair did, though it took them a bit longer to actually leave because Hyunjin kept fussing with Jisung’s scarf for a couple of minutes, making sure it covered his neck well. The cold air made Hyunjin’s eyes water and his nose run, so his dongsaeng linked their arms to guide him while he miserably sniffled into a damp wad of tissues. As soon as Jisung unlocked the door, Hyunjin kicked off his shoes and blindly stumbled to the bathroom to trade the soaked tissues for fresh ones and to properly tend to his runny nose. Jisung took the opportunity of being back at own dorm to change into a fresh set of clothes that actually belonged to him before going to check in Hyunjin. “I’ll start to set up my stuff in a moment”, the dancer promised after blowing his nose for the second time. He was just recovering from a short sneezing fit, triggered by his first attempt at blowing his nose, and the short walk through the cold had certainly drained him.

Jisung had flopped down on Hyunjin’s bed, laying on his tummy and playing games on his phone while the older set up his art supplies. It had been a while since he last had the time to paint something. Stay would certainly be happy if he could post a seasonal painting. Maybe that could be his Christmas present for Stay if he was too sick to really be active on bubble. This gave him a chance to still do something nice for their fans and if forcing Jisung to keep him company would keep the rapper from working himself sick again, that’d be even better.

What Hyunjin hadn’t expected to be such a bother was his nose. He almost snapped at Jisung when the rapper had broken into giggles somewhere along the line. “I’m sorry”, Jisung choked out between giggles, when he saw the annoyance in Hyunjin’s eyes, “I’m sorry, hyung, but you got some paint right there.” He motioned to the tip of the dancer’s nose, plucking a tissue from the box. Approaching Hyunjin, he caught his wrist and chuckled: “Hold still, you’re making it worse.” With how red the dancer’s nose was, Jisung was afraid he’d hurt the older if he rubbed the paint off too harshly but his light touch brushing against the tip of his nose tickled badly. Drawing a sharp breath, Hyunjin’s eyes flooded with itchy tears while the back of his sinuses tingled. He scrunched up his nose and squinted at Jisung, hoping the younger would get the hint and hurry up. “Don’t touch your face, I got you”, Jisung promised, glancing at his hyung’s paint-covered hands. He carefully cupped the tissues over Hyunjin’s nose when the dancer’s breath hitched.

The force with which Hyunjin pitched forward, certainly took Jisung by surprise but he made sure to hold the tissues in place. He watched incredulously as his hyung’s eyelids fluttered shut for the fourth time. “Done?”, the rapper asked worriedly, not used to Hyunjin sneezing more than once or twice. He didn’t get a reply, just the older panting with a distant look in his eyes. After the fifth sneeze Hyunjin finally sniffled: “Ndow I’b done. Sorry.” Shushing him quietly, Jisung wiped his nose with the tissues before grabbing a few more. Instructing the older to close his eyes, he gently wiped over his tear-dotted lashes before covering his nose again. “Blow”, the rapper whispered, gently cleaning his friend up, making sure not to irritate his sensitive nose further. “Thank you, Ji”, Hyunjin sniffled tiredly, as he glanced down at the paint on his fingers, “Quokka for the rescue.” Giving the older a crooked smiled, Jisung hummed: “No problem. Be right back.”

After disposing of the tissues, Jisung quickly went to wash his hands. Hyunjin already started to wonder if the boy got lost on his way back because it took him so long to return but when he did, he was carrying a pot of tea along with two cups, so they could share a hot drink. While Jisung poured them a cup each, Hyunjin went to wash the paint of his hands, glad to take a break from painting for a bit because it was starting to aggravate his headache. Cuddling together on Hyunjin’s bed, the pair sipped their tea and startled when Jisung’s phone rang. “Hey, I just found your note. Did the two get tired of us?”, Minho teased. Laughing softly, the rapper explained: “Hyunjin-hyung was the only one awake and he wanted to paint something. My fever went down quite a bit and I got bored, so I tagged along to watch. How are things going?” – “Well, Lixxie is completely knocked out, that’s for sure”, Minho hummed, “That makes it easier to keep Chan in bed though because I can convince him to stay with Lix. Changbin and Jeongin are both awake and feeling better but they’re keeping Seungmin company. Innie said Min is really restless and emotional, so… it’s good he has someone.” – “And how are you, hyung?”, Jisung whispered over the phone, not missing how the older failed to give an update on himself.

After a moment of silence, Minho sighed: “Not much different. ‘m still really sniffly, my head hurts and the fever just doesn’t want to go down. I napped with Chan and Felix but now I can’t sleep anymore and don’t want me being restless to wake them.” – “You wanna join us, hyung?”, Hyunjin offered. “Oh, hey, Jinnie”, the older smiled, only now becoming aware of his fellow dancer listening, “If I wouldn’t be a bother….” Hyunjin and Jisung exchanged a look before the dancer scolded: “We’ve been over this, hyung, haven’t we? You need to stop always assuming you’d be a bother to people. You’re more than welcome over here. If you could do us one favor though… We’re running out of tissues because we only stocked up your dorm, assuming we’d only be there, so….” – “Yeah, sure, I can do that”, Minho chuckled, “I’ll be over in a bit and I’ll bring tissues.”

It didn’t take long till the front door clicked and Minho shuffled in, kicking off his snowy boots. There were still some snowflakes in his hair and he shuddered as he shrugged off his coat. With trembling hands he plucked a tissue from the box he was carrying and caught two stuffy sneezes in it before wiping his cold nose. Jisung emerged from Hyunjin’s room after hearing the commotion and made his way over to his hyung with a wide smile. Throwing his arms around his shivering hyung, Jisung hugged the older tight and offered: “Do you wanna pick a blanket from my bed? You could get all cozy when you join Hyunjin-hyung and me. I’ll just go and grab a cup for you. We have tea in his room.” Minho nodded gratefully, happy to get a change of scenery despite feeling just as sick as he had these past few days.

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underratedandoverit · 11 months ago

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You Wanna Wish Away Your Sins (3/3)

After losing to Best Friends at Arcade Anarchy, Kip undergoes shoulder surgery. One person reaching out to him afterwards sends Kip spiraling, turning all the pain and suffering in him into… Flowers? Flowers growing in his lungs?

Kip Sabian/Chuck Taylor. Hanahaki disease. Angst. Hurt/comfort. Emotional hurt/comfort. One-sided attraction. Also tagged this from now on with manipulative Kip.

Marked Mature on AO3 for general content. Warnings for mentions of hospitals, surgery, medical stuff. Described feelings for choking and vomiting.

Other characters on-screen include Penelope Ford, Orange Cassidy. Rest of Best Friends are mentioned. Background ship of Penelope/Kris is heavily implied, but never specifically shown.

part 1 || part 2

On AO3

Finishing this took way longer than I intended. Oops. Mental illness and whatever be damned yada yada. But it's over now. And I am content. It's a whole fic and ended just as I wanted and had planned, surprisingly no surprises during writing lol. I hope it makes sense, there's a little bit there that doesn't get explained, but I have convinced myself that people can put the pieces together considering the mental state Kip is in and how the hanahaki disease works so. Yeah.

If you have read this far, thank you so much, I really appreciate you and your patience if you have waited for this to finish since I originally posted in early September. I see all the kudos and subs attached, they mean the world to me. Would love to hear your thoughts of this now that it's over, as there was a lot of time (obviously lol) and love put into this, so it would mean a lot ;; But I appreciate you all so much either way, thank you for sticking by and reading!! 💜💜

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Kip tried to keep his eyes on the television, but he wasn’t registering anything he saw on the screen. Even if he was technically interested in watching the game that was being played, Kip would have much rather been looking at something else. Or someone else. That someone being the man sitting on the couch next to him, being much more into the activity of playing a video game that he was partaking in that Kip was.

While he was glad that Chuck was coming over far more often these days, at the same time it did grind Kip’s mind that they had fallen into this false routine of a casual friendship. Chuck would appear on his doorstep, bring a movie or a game with him for them to busy themselves with that day, maybe some snacks and energy drinks, and the rest of the day they would just hang out, consume the media of the day, and that would be it.

Same talking points every single day. Sitting in the silently designated spots on the couch just far enough from one another that even by accident their hands wouldn’t brush against each other unless they were passing the food and drinks around. Eye contact was brief, almost uncomfortably so if it managed to exist in the first place, and only when one got up from the couch and asked if the other needed something or something similarly surprising happened. Maybe a laugh could gather a quick glance, maybe a sneeze, a cough. And even then it was more often Chuck doing that to Kip, while Kip was trying to steal looks into his direction any chance he could, hoping Chuck would catch a hint.

It had been days, weeks even, maybe. How many, Kip had lost a count somewhere after the first few days, partially because of the pain he was going through, partially because he still found the whole situation so absurd. But the thing he knew for sure, was that it had been too many for comfort.

Every time Kip watched Chuck walk out the door of his house again at the end of the day, his breathing became a little bit tighter, the stabbing pain in his chest more prominent, the sleep during that following night a little shorter.

He was so tired of it all, and with every day that passed him by, it was pushing Kip closer to the realization that he finally had to do something about things. Before the pain was too paralyzing, before the thoughts became too much. Before he just couldn’t do anything about it anymore, before it was all too late.

“…Hey? Kip?”

The Brit blinked blankly a few times, finally registering the voice calling out to him after the words had been repeated a few times. His eyes slowly dragged away from the television screen, facing the brunet sitting on the couch next to him, Chuck looking at him with worry and concern. It was almost adorable to Kip how his brows furrowed and eyes darted around his facial features in clear worry. Almost.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

Chuck sighed, Kip trying to offer him an apologetic smile as he watched Chuck running a hand through his hair, eyes turning away from the other man again as he shook his head a little. Kip had been too deep in his own head, with his own thoughts to notice Chuck had even tried to talk to him, the guilt almost immediately gnawing on him at the mere thought. He was supposed to try to pay attention to him, to try to make Chuck realize the situation, how close they were, to understand his feelings, to close the gap, to --

“I just wanted to know if you were hungry. We could order something in, maybe. If you’d like.”

For once Kip was thankful that Chuck wasn’t looking straight at him, his cheeks flushing red for a brief moment as he registered the words. Ordering food? Together? At his place, like this, out of the blue? For the first time?

It almost sounded like a date night proposal in Kip’s ears.

He quickly shook the thought from his head, turning away from Chuck to make sure he didn’t even by accident catch a glimpse of the blush decorating his face, desperately trying to not have the words caught in his throat, only partially succeeding.

“Ye-yeah that would be great.”

Chuck was so sincere about this question, just like he always was about everything, he was probably just hungry himself, and Kip was overthinking it all. Once again. But also, what if…

“Great. What would you like to eat?” Chuck’s words cut Kip’s thought process off again, his eyes slowly returning to the other man, watching Chuck pull his phone out of his pocket, eyes landing onto it, seemingly to avoid eye contact with Kip, who just shrugged a little. “I don’t know. Whatever sounds good.”

Chuck’s brows furrowed, suddenly looking back at Kip, making the Brit jump a little. This wasn’t the kind of reaction Kip had expected to his words, swallowing a little surprise lump in his throat as all of a sudden he was very unsure again where this was going. He hated nothing more than the unpredictable nature of their relationship, not being able to read Chuck at moments like this, mostly due to his own emotions and thoughts clouding his judgment and understanding of what the situation called for from him.

“…Okay, I’m going to be fully honest with you.”

The suddenly rather serious tone of Chuck’s voice made Kip’s eyes widen a little, he could feel his whole body tensing up at the sudden shift. Chuck offered him a small smile, most likely in hopes of trying to calm down Kip’s very obviously surprised demeanor, but seeing that smile just made Kip’s whole mind skip another beat instead.

“I’ve been worried about you recently. I actually talked with Penelope yesterday after I left, and she feels much the same way as I do.”

Chuck? Worried? About him? Chuck? Kip’s head was spinning, but he just nodded his head, not even acknowledging the fact that Chuck was also talking about Penelope being involved in this. All Kip cared about was that Chuck was thinking about him, outside of this room, outside of this couch, when he wasn’t around.

Chuck was thinking, and talking, about him.

“You’ve been… Seemingly getting worse each day I see you. You lack sleep, you lack food, you lack energy. I understand you are in a lot of pain with the shoulder and all, but you need to take care of yourself, Kip. Mine and Penelope’s help will only get you so far.”

Kip just looked at him quietly, trying to process the statement in his head, but all his thoughts retracted back to the overall realization that Chuck was worried about him. Thinking about him. That Chuck at least seemed to care more than he led on directly to him, at least before this very moment at hand.

“If there’s something wrong that you need help with, other than what we have been providing so far, you shouldn’t be afraid to ask, you know?”

Kip felt his head nodding itself, despite not approving of the movement in his mind. He was running on a practiced autopilot, still afraid that one casual movement might fuck all this up for him, not being the kind of response that Chuck wanted. This seemed to be enough for the brunet for now though as Chuck nodded back at him, eyes slowly returning to the phone in his hand. Right, he was ordering food. Right.

“So, again: what do you want to eat today? You can get anything you want, as long as it makes you eat. We just want to make sure you take care of yourself.”

At the same time it was endearing that Chuck was doing this for him, but Kip also knew he had to put a stop to this, all of it. While yes his current and constantly worsening condition was making him neglect his own basic needs, both which directly as a result affected his appetite and energy levels, Kip knew that trying to eat some proper food one day wasn’t the answer to his problems. Above all else, his condition was making it not only difficult to breathe, but the pain in his chest and particularly in his lungs made eating at this point a near impossible task.

As the silence from the Brit continued, Chuck glanced towards him, spotting Kip just looking back at him. Whether he was deep in thought or just staring, Chuck wasn’t quite sure.

“Kip?”

“I’m not hungry.”

At least it wasn’t a lie in a sense. Chuck raised a brow at him, slowly lowering the hand holding his phone onto his lap, eyes narrowing a little. Chuck’s eyes lingered on him just a little bit too long, forcing Kip to look away, back towards the television with the frozen game pause screen on it.

“You need to eat something.”

“Food can’t fix this.”

Kip could feel the confusion radiating from Chuck’s face, probably his entire being at this point, but he just couldn’t look back at him. It was so much easier for Kip to process his thoughts if he wasn’t looking at what he was sure was a very worried expression on the brunet sitting on the couch a few feet away from him.

He heard Chuck sigh. Not a very good sign.

“If you eat something, you get energy. You feel better. I shouldn’t need to explain all this to you. Kip, please --”

“This isn’t about food.”

Chuck fell silent as Kip cut him off, probably a bit more aggressively than necessary, but he was tired of this. All of this. Both his inability to do anything about the situation even though he desperately, so very desperately needed it, and the way they both seemed to just dance around the topic and the issues at hand. To Kip, Chuck offering to order him food was nothing but a detour that he couldn’t afford to wait to take to where he eventually needed to be. Kip had suffered long enough, mostly due to his own faults, yes, but Chuck jumping in to push his buttons like this, while a step in the right direction, wasn’t a fast enough track to where they needed to be.

Where Kip needed to be if he wanted to make it through all of this, it seemed like.

“…Are you mad at me?”

Kip’s eyes narrowed a little, but he still didn’t turn to look towards Chuck. All he heard was another quiet sigh.

“I don’t know how many times I can apologize for what happened. You know it was an accident. I’m sorry --”

“I don’t want you to apologize. I don’t care about that.”

If something, it was supposed to be Kip who apologized for everything, and he knew that painfully well.

“Then what is it?”

Kip swallowed thickly, being absolutely certain that Chuck could not only see it but also hear him do it. Kip’s eyes slowly dragged back to him, watching the confusion all over the brunet’s face. If the situation wasn’t so dire and heavy, Kip would have found the look on him endearing. Right now though, seeing Chuck not put the pieces together so easily, filled him with dread instead, along with the knowledge that Kip knew exactly what he needed to do next and the can of worms that he needed to open if he ever wanted to have a shot at things getting better again.

“I need…” Kip stopped, the confusion on Chuck’s face slowly melting into a more expecting look. Both of them were still clearly hesitant, Chuck not knowing what to expect out of him and Kip not being so sure how he was going to phrase this so it made even some sort of sense.

Just say it.

“I… I need you to kiss me.”

The silence that fell into the room felt like it was knocking all the remaining air out of Kip. The longer he looked at Chuck and the unreadable look lingering on his face after the words slipped out of Kip’s mouth, the worse he felt about everything. For once he was being honest about this entire situation and what he wanted out of it, and yet it felt like a worse mistake than anything he had lied to Chuck about so far.

He wanted this. He needed this. This was the trigger Kip had been so afraid to pull for so long now, but he knew that if he didn’t finally say those words, no matter the reaction, it would have terrible consequences for him. He was already suffering, the roots of his problem crawling deeper into his lungs every single day he put it off without even trying to make anything out of it. Kip was tired of it, he was suffering immensely because of it, he just needed to do something. Anything.

After what felt like forever of Chuck just staring at him, Kip was snapped out of his thoughts as Chuck took in a sharp breath, the only way Kip was able to describe his expression being polite confusion.

“You, uh… You what?”

Not sure if Chuck was just making sure or if he really hadn’t understood the statement, Kip bit his lower lip as he turned away from the other man. He inhaled slowly, preparing himself to say those words again. Kip did it once, he could do it again. It was a necessary step forward.

“I-I need. To kiss you. You to kiss me. So-something like that.”

As Chuck didn’t reply for a while, Kip stole a quick glance towards him, trying to gather an overview of the situation. Much to his surprise, Chuck looked like he was in deep thought for a second, as if he was pondering over the request. At least he wasn’t outright denying it from Kip, which in turn as he realized it, made his heart jump back into his throat.

The burning as Kip nervously waited for an answer was worse than the thorns poking inside of his lungs at the moment.

“Would that help? Make you feel better?”

Kip nodded almost instantly, the motion almost frantic, something he couldn’t control. Still clearly in his thoughts, Chuck nodded as well.

“I mean,” he muttered, a hand slowly reaching closer to Kip, the Brit’s focus turning on it with slightly widening eyes, “If… If it helps. I guess.”

Kip watched his hand stopping to hover close to him, slowly his own hand reaching for it. He could feel Chuck’s fingers gently wrapping around his hand, giving it a little tuck, an invitation to come closer. Kip followed suit, shifting over on the couch to slowly make his way to sit down right next to Chuck. For the first time since they had started doing this, for the first time since Chuck had started to spend the days over to keep him company. There had always been a cold, untouched gap between the two of them on the couch, but this was the first time it had been broken, filled, fixed.

And all it took was a small request that Kip should have been able to do in the first place, but it took him weeks and actual concern from Chuck to get to this point.

But there he was now, Chuck still gently holding his hand, running this thumb over his knuckles. A soft, still kind of unsure smile crossing his lips as he was looking Kip straight in the eyes. Chuck clearly wasn’t budging back on this, honestly much to Kip’s surprise, as his free hand slowly crept up to the Brit’s face, palm pressing against his cheek. Chuck’s hand was surprisingly cold against his flushed skin.

“…You sure?”

It was almost as if Chuck was asking that from himself more than Kip, but he pushed the thought aside, just nodding his head again. Without another word, Chuck leaned closer, finally closing the gap that had been antagonizing Kip these past few weeks without remorse, locking their lips together.

The kiss was awkward and hesitant at first, but slowly it felt more natural as they both seemed to relax into it. Soft and homey, but Kip could taste his own desperation in it despite all of it. He knew how badly he not only wanted, but needed this. While he could have joked that it was the matter of life and death, to him it was actually no joke, but merely the cruel reality he barely understood himself at all. Feeling Chuck’s lips finally against his, after the excruciatingly long amount of time of craving and needing nothing more than to taste him so desperately he was suffering from the withdrawals more and more every day, Kip’s mind went blank. He could feel Chuck close, hear his breathing, slowly allowing himself to enjoy it, running a thumb over Kip’s cheek.

Kip had been waiting for this moment for so long, craving for this so badly, that he needed more now that he finally had it, pushing the boundaries first as he found himself without a single coherent thought giving a small bite on Chuck’s lower lip, a silent, desperate request for a deeper kiss. A deeper meaning.

A request that was granted to him, but was also almost immediately and far too fast ripped away from him as Chuck suddenly jolted away, as if he had suddenly in the midst of all of this realized what he was doing and thought better of it.

Eyes opening as Kip felt the hand disappear from his face, he leaned slightly back, watching in emotions swimming in disappointment and confusion as Chuck’s eyes were suddenly on his phone again, the piece of tech buzzing on his lap, suddenly demanding his attention. Almost as if it was mocking Kip and how close he had finally gotten.

“So-sorry, I have to take this.”

Kip just nodded, feeling the body heat of the other man disappearing from around him as Chuck’s hand left his, grabbing a hold of the phone before he stood up, answering the sudden call. He could still salvage this, it wasn’t all lost. Chuck hadn’t denied him this, by the way he was acting it was obvious to Kip that this wasn’t just all in his head. Maybe the kiss had been brief, but there was compassion behind it, he was very gentle about it, there --

“What do you mean that was today?”

Kip’s eyes slowly traveled up to Chuck, watching the brunet run a hand over his face as he sighed. “Yeah I know, I know you need me there for that, just… I was kinda in the middle of something…”

The silence that followed that statement and the way Chuck couldn’t look back at Kip made a familiar lump climb its way back in his throat. Kip tried to cough it out quietly, not to attract attention to himself, just watching as Chuck stepped a little bit further away from him.

“I can be there in twenty minutes, I guess. …Alright, I’ll see you then.”

As he hung up the call, Chuck didn’t even need to say anything. He was sure Kip had heard most of it, and the apologetic eyes and the small smile he offered to him as he finally turned back towards the Brit really didn’t help the case.

“Sorry, I completely forgot we had a photoshoot to do today, I… I gotta go.”

Kip nodded his head, but remained silent as he stood up from the couch. At least this was a start, they were going somewhere. He had put at least part of his desires out there, for Chuck to reach out and react to, if nothing else. This was a beginning, hopefully for the better. Kip wasn’t sure how fast he was supposed to be feeling the effects of his love and affections being returned to him, but so far he was blaming the sick feeling in his throat on the sudden change of pace in the room rather than Chuck not returning his feelings like before.

Maybe he had read all of this wrong. Maybe the sickness had caught up with him just because he didn’t know this was mutual. That had to be it, right?

Kip walked him to the door, Chuck turning back to him again as he rested his hand on the door handle.

“Look, I’m really sorry I have to go, I just completely forgot about this. You know, with having to worry about you and all.”

Kip could feel a smile tucking the corner of his lips, allowing at least a part of it to show. As sad as he was having to watch Chuck walk away yet again without a resolution to this whole problem, at least there was hope. Chuck smiled back at him, leaning closer to press a quick little peck on Kip’s lips, catching the Brit off guard, leaving him looking back at him with wide eyes as Chuck opened the door, stepping outside.

“I’ll see you again tomorrow, alright?”

Kip could only nod before Chuck closed the door, leaving him standing there, heart racing and beating loudly between his ears. Kip leaned against the closed door, inhaling deeply before he sighed, the content smile on his lips only wiped away as he coughed softly, eyes shooting open to witness the handful of purple tinted rose petals he let out of his mouth.

No.

Chuck Taylor still didn’t love him.

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“…Are you sure it’s him?”

Cassidy shrugged his shoulders a little. “I mean, who else could it be? Besides, he has photos of himself that he signs and hands out and a big board on the table with the name ‘Kip Sabian’ on it, so…”

Chuck sighed, running a hand over his face before rolling his eyes. “You could have led with that information, you know.”

Cassidy didn’t reply back to him, just observed the brunet on the couch through his sunglasses. “I thought you would have known. Aren’t you two friends or something?”

Chuck avoided looking directly back at him, trying to make it seem like the question didn’t sting. He hadn’t seen Kip since that day, he never opened the door when Chuck came over the following day or answered any of his calls or texts since. He had been living in complete darkness over what had actually happened with Kip, even Penelope refused to tell him anything apart from a general ‘he’s fine’ every time Chuck asked her something.

“I told you, that was months ago.”

Cassidy just nodded, stopping to observe Chuck as the other man just tried to focus back on lacing his boots. After a long, lingering silence the blond broke it as he spoke up again.

“Do you want to go see him?”

Chuck stopped, eyes slowly dragging up to Cassidy again. He seemed sincere in that question, and if Chuck was being honest, that had been the first thought in his mind since Cassidy had waltzed into the locker room with the news that Kip had been sighted inside the building. The premise seemed rather odd to him, but at the same time, he wouldn’t have put something like that past Kip. A silent man with a suit and a cardboard box on his head, doing a signing that hadn’t been advertised for anyone beforehand. Sounded like it was just down Kip’s alley, in some really weird way, to him.

“Is he still there?”

“Probably,” Cassidy shrugged again. “He seemed to be just setting up when we went into the cafeteria like twenty minutes ago. I doubt he has left yet.”

While he wasn’t quite sure how to take any of it, let alone how Kip was going to take it if he showed up, Chuck nodded a little, still a bit hesitant. Cassidy mirrored the movement, before nodding his head towards the locker room door, asking Chuck to follow him. Not that he didn’t know where the cafeteria was in the building, they had walked past it when they had entered earlier, but maybe his hesitance was on the surface enough that Cassidy thought taking the lead was going to make him regret this less. Make it easier for him.

Chuck followed Cassidy outside, tracking through the hallways for a moment before they arrived at their destination. It was extremely easy to spot the individual not belonging into the group of people in the big, bright, well-lit room, the man standing in the middle of it all by a large table messed up with multiple scattered photos around it, hands behind his suited back as he was observing the room through the eye holes poked on a box over his head.

Chuck swallowed thickly. It didn’t matter if he didn’t see his face, all that was enough for him to recognize him immediately, no matter how many months it had been since or how much things had changed between now and then.

He was so focused on reading the words on the front of the box that Chuck didn’t notice the eyes inside of it land on him. The distance made it a bit harder, sure, but the lights were bright enough and the dark circles surrounding the eyes made them pop for Cassidy to notice the stare at first, even if it wasn’t directed at him.

“Hey,” he muttered, carefully elbowing Chuck to the side to get his attention. “He sees you. I think you should at least go say hello.”

Blinking himself back to the situation, Chuck glanced at Cassidy on his side, the blond just shrugging at him a little. Maybe Chuck’s nervousness was obvious, maybe Cassidy quickly put two and two together from what Chuck had told him before about how their last meeting had ended, but he only sighed, once again leading the way towards the man in a suit and the box, Kip’s eyes never leaving Chuck as they approached. Chuck on the other hand tried to look at everything except him, until he was stopped to stand right in front of the other man he hadn’t seen in months until now.

Through the eye holes of the box Chuck could see his vacant stare just blankly staring back at him, saying it all without saying anything at the same time. Kip looked at him briefly, before providing a photo from the inside pocket of his suit jacket, pulling a marker seemingly out of nowhere along with it. He scribbled something quickly on the photo, handing it to Cassidy, and walked away without looking back or acknowledging either of them further.

Cassidy looked at the photo for a moment before handing it over to Chuck. It was an old promo picture of Kip, in his Superbad gear, with his face crossed over with a red marker and some messy text scribbled next to him.

‘Time changes us all. Embrace the change.’

#setting: hanahaki #fic #character: kip sabian #character: chuck taylor #character: orange cassidy #ship: chuckkip #fic: you wanna wish away your sins #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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wolverineluvr · 2 years ago

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I'm sorry for being weak.

(He's prolly a bit ooc, I don't know I to make him if you have some tips it'd be great!)

(Tw: None that I know of!)

You were walking up the stairs in Wangshu inn (tell me if I'm wrong please) bringing almond tofu to Xiao. You would say you're friends but you're trying to get him to be your friend. You finished walking up the stairs and saw him sitting on the fence. (idk if he does that) "Xiao!! I have your food!" You exclaimed as you walked over to him. "Hand it over." He said. "Mhm!" You nodded and gave it to him, and watched him start to eat it. "Why are you looking at me like that, leave."

"Oh, sorry if I made you uncomfortable! I just wanted to know if you liked it!" You say. "It's fine." He said and went back to eating. And you stood there untill he finished. As you picked up the plate you asked. "How was your day?" "Why do you keep asking it was fine." He said in an annoyed tone. "Ah, I'm sorry!" You apologized and started to walk away. "See you tomorrow!" You said as you walked away.

Time skip

When you started walking home it started raining, so when you got home you were reasonably wet. (🤨) You walked to your bedroom and getting out your clothes you sneezed. You shrugged it off and went to take a shower. When you got out you dried your hair (or not) and your body. Then you changed and went to sleep.

When you woke up you had a stuffed nose and felt stuffy yourself. Then it hit you, you were sick. You didn't want to stay home today but you knew Goldet (?) wouldn't let you work. You sighed and got up to get some food, then you went to sleep again.

Timeskip

You woke up and groaned you felt horrible. You looked out a window and realized it's night. You wondered if Xiao was relieved to not have you there, maybe you bothered him. The thought made you sad but you got up and got some food, a drink and a book. Then you sat back down and started to read.

Xiaos pov

Where are they, they're normally here by now.. Was it because of what I said? No they said they would see me today, so where are they?..

Y/ns pov

After reading for a few hours you decide to take a small walk around your house, maybe talk to Goldet. So you put on some warm clothes and a scarf and started walking to Wangshu Inn. After a while of walking you felt weaker, but you kept going because, you were almost there!

When you got there you sighed and started walking up the stairs, after a little you got to where Goldet was. "Ah, Goldet!" You said. "Y/n! Where were you? You didn't show up for work today?" She said. (I'm sorry idk how she acts) "Sorry! I got sick so I couldn't show up.." You said. "Y/n, why are you always so reckless!" She scolded and you bowed your head and apologized again. Once she finished scolding you she spoke again. "I think Xiao might've been waiting for you." She said as she wiggled her eyebrows. (Again sorry if the doesn't act like that) "Really? You think so? But he always acts so annoyed when I'm with him.. Nah he probably wasn't, thank you though!" As you said that she sighed. "Well at least go check up on him!" She said. "No I won't bother him today, well tell him I said hello! Bye Goldet!" You said as she said ok and waved at you.

You speed walked away, down the stairs and back to your house.

2 weeks later

You walk up the stairs and to Xiao. "Xiao! Hey, your foods here!" You say. "Ah thanks." He muttered as you handed him his food, but you still heard him. "You're welcome!" He slightly blushed and started eating and you noticed it started raining, and stood next to him and looked at the rain. "Do you like the food?" You asked. "It's fine" He said and you smiled at him. After awhile you notice it's starting to thunder. So you got up. "I got to go, sorry Xiao." You said and started to walk away. "What's wrong?" Xiao quietly asked. "It's nothing, I just don't wanna get sick again!" You said as you smiled at him and walked away.

When you finished walking down the stairs you sighed as you knew it was going to be hard to sleep tonight. And headed to your house.

48 minutes later

You finally got home, unlocked the door, opened the door and closed the door. You flinched as you heard the thunder get louder. You locked the door and walked to your bedroom and changed clothes. You laid on the bed and wrapped your blanket around you and tried to fall asleep.

Later

You walked up the steps and up to Xiao. It started thundering, you flinched and Xiao saw it. "Hm? What's wrong?" "N-nothing I'm fine!" You said. "You sure?" He asked. "Yea!" You exclaimed. He grabbed your chin. "Don't lie to me." He said. "Okay I'm sorry! I'm scared of thunder.." You said. "Oh." He let go of your chin. "So you're weak." He said. "N-no! I just.." He scoffed as you trailed off and started to walk away. "Wait, I'm sorry don't leave Xiao please!" You said as you fell to your knees.

"Xiao, don't go please I'm sorry.." You muttered. Xiao stood Infront of your sleeping form, as you kept asking him to not leave. He realized you were having a nightmare when you started to cry. He then started to wake you. "Y/n, wake up. Y/n!" He said multiple times and you woke up.

You were confused, what's going on? Why was he here? Then you realized, you must've called him in your sleep. Oh God you're so embarrassed. "Xiao, I'm so sorry!" You said then wiped your tears and got up. "It's ok.." He said as it thundered loudly and you flinched. "What were you dreaming about?" Xiao asked. "Nothing it's fine." You said. "I know it's not fine, just tell me." He asked again. "No, no it's okay!" You smiled and chuckled. "Tell me Y/n." He said. "Okay.. I'm, scared of thunder.." You said quietly not wanting him to leave. "Oh." He said.

"Why didn't you want to tell me?" He asked. "I thought that you'd think I'm weak and pathetic.." You explain. "Y/n, I'd never think that of you." "Really?" You asked him and he nodded. You hugged him. "Thank you.." You said as you sniffle. "Do you wanna go back to sleep?" He asked. "Yes, please.." You said softly and he slowly put you back down and laid in front of you. You put your face in his chest and hugged his waist. You started to fall asleep. "I love you Xiao..." He then put his chin atop your head. "Love you too.."

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(Idk if that was good I apologize if I misspelled anything please do tell me!

Anyways have a great day/night/morning/evening! <33)

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader angst #genshin x reader #genshin x reader fluff #xiao x reader #xiao x reader angst #xiao x reader fluff

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sl-newsie · 2 years ago

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Chapter Thirty Four: Under The Weather (Spot Colon x Female Newsie)

Uuuuggghhh. A cold. A simple, yet extremely annoy’n, cold. And a cold, if not taken care of, turns into the flu, which turns into pneumonia, which turns into death.

For a whole week I’s been hide’n my symptoms, which so far had only been a scratchy throat and some drainage, but now I gots a whole sore throat and fever ta go with it. I don’t tell Jack ‘cause he’ll try ta stop me sell’n papes, and I don’t even think of say’n noth’n to Spot ‘cause he’ll keep me locked inside for a week!

But I ain’t sure how long I can keep this up- my energy’s beginn’n to slow down too…

I’s at my sell’n spot already beginn’n to drift off and it ain’t even dusk yet. Passerbys look at me in pity and disgust, not want’n to catch someth’n from me.

Ugh. This is a bust. But I can’t go back now- then they’ll see I really is sick. I need to get paid, so I can eat, so I can get better, so I can keep sell’n- this seems like a never-end’n circle, but it’s a good never-end’n circle, a circle I get to share with Spot.

“Hiya Becs!”

I groan and try to show a bright smile. “Hi Race.”

Racetrack struts up, looks me up and down, and lifts his eyebrows. “You look terrible.”

“Charmed. And you look hideous. What else may I help you realize on this fine day?”

Race chuckles, but then seriously says: “Becca, you is sick.”

I hang my head. “How’d you guess?”

“By tha sad, weak state you’s in!” He gestures to me. “Ya look like you’s about to fall over! How long’ve you been ill?”

I smile sheepishly. “Almost a week. But-”

“Don’t even think of come’n up with an argument, ‘cause I’m take’n you to Jack.”

My eyes widen. “No, no! I ain’t gonna tell Jack I’m sick- he’ll tell me off ‘til tha cows come home-!”

“Then I’ll take you to Spot.”

“I ain’t tell’n nobody. I godda sell papes-” At that moment, my body decides to betray me. I feel my eyelids grow heavy, and lean down on a crate. “I- I…”

I see Race shake his head as he threads his arm under mine, help’n me stand as I black out.

“You can’t do everyth’n, Becca. Don’t worry- we’s gonna get you bedda.”

I wake up, lay’n in Spot’s bed and covered in almost every blanket in New York- I’s surprised I can even breathe!

I groggily get up, unsure how long I’ve slept. My cold feels worse…

I stumble down tha stairs, and find Spot and Race talk’n in tha kitchen. When they see me, they immediately panic.

“Becca, get back to bed.” Race warns.

“Beauty, you’s still sick.”

“Guys, I’m fine. I- Achoo!” Obviously I’m fine? “I need to sell papes-”

“Ya can’t sell papes when your dead!” Race gets in my face.

Spot, be’n tha ova-protective person he is (he and Jack could do a competition), steps up intimidate’nly. “Enough, Higgins. Becca’s gonna rest now, right Beauty?”

I glare at my husband and shake my head. “No! I ain’t that sick! I just need to- hey!”

Spot picks me up and begins climb’n tha stairs.

“Tell Jack his sister’s recuperate’n,” he calls down to Race.

“I will do that. Get well, Becca.”

“Bye, Race. Now Spot-” I turn to face him. “Put. Me. Down! I can walk poifectly fine on my own!”

“Then tell me why Race had to carry you here while you’s was unconscious?” Spot says back.

“He… assumed I was too sick to work?”

“Maybe he’s right.”

Spot carries me to tha bed and sets me down, then begins cover’n me in blankets.

“Beauty, you’s sick and need to rest.”

“Yeah I’s sick, sick-a you worry’n ‘bout me!”

Spot ignores this and feels my arms.

“You’s freez’n!”

“I’s fine!” I grumble. “I- Achoo!” A sneeze escapes me.

“For God’s sake, Becca- all a guy wants to do is help ya! Accept some help once in a while!”

I scrunch my face, then go into a cough’n fit. Ugh! I hate colds- flu, whateva.

Spot sits down and rubs my back, support’n my coughs.

“Fine. I’ll sleep, but as soon as I’m bedda I’s sell’n again.”

“That’s all I need to hear.” Spot lays down next ta me and joins me under tha covers.

I inch away. “No, no. You ain’t come’n near me. ‘Cause if I’m sick, I don’t wanna get you sick.”

Spot smirks. “You already have.”

I panic. “I did? I’m sorry, I-”

“Ya made me luvsick!” Spot grins triumphantly.

I blink. “What? Spot, that’s one of tha cheesiest things you’s eva said!”

Spot hugs me closa and kisses my forehead.

“And it got ya all flustered, and it’s adorable!”

“Where’d you get that? Take a page oudda Mush’s book?”

“No- actually came up with that meself. Just get bedda for me, please? I can’t have you’s die’n on me again.” He forces me to lay down and rest my ache’n head on his chest. “If you’s this bad in tha morn’n, I’s get’n you a doctor.”

“Sounds fair,” I mudda as I drift off in a groggy sleep.

#Newsies #newsies musical #newsies broadway #newsies 1992 #newsies x reader #spot conlon #spot colon x reader #Jack Kelly #Les Jacobs #david jacobs #sarah jacobs #racetrack newsies #racetrack higgins #crutchy newsies #crutchie morris #boots newsies #skittery newsies #kid blink #specs newsies

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9h05t-91rl-wr1t35 · 1 year ago

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“Smile!” The photographer called, the flashes washing over the group. A sharp pinch caused me to yelp.

“Smile, Anthony.” my sister’s voice hissed through her beaming grin. So I give the cheesiest smile I can, thumbs-up and everything, as the final flash fires. Gianna punched me in the arm.

“How could you mess up mom’s pictures?” Her voice shrill and emotional.

“G, you know she’ll appreciate anything we give her.”

“Cut it out, you two.” Ray said, clapping me on the back.

“Daddy, he ruined them!” Gianna shrieked.

“Your mom will love them. It captures you both perfectly.” He chuckles, seemingly immune to her dramatics. Gianna stomps off in a immature huff.

“Hey look, bud,” Ray started “I just wanted to let you know that I’m really proud of you today. Graduating high school is nothing to sneeze at.”

“Thanks,” I tried to sound convincing, but it didn’t translate. He let out a deep sigh.

“I know things are tough right now, because of your mom,” his voices cracked, despite his stone face. “But she is so proud of you. And these pictures will make her feel at home.”

“I wish she was home.” I sound so small, childish, even to myself.

“I know, bud. Me too.” He pulled me in for a tight hug and repeated, “Me too.”

—

“Happy birthday, Anthony.” Her weak voice barely audible over the incessant beeping of the machines around her. Her frail frame shook with an awful cough, almost knocking the scarf off her head.

“Hey,mom,” I smiled warmly and settled next to her bed. “What do you wanna hear today?”

“Frost, please. Could I hear the woods one again? You know that’s my favorite.” She smiled weakly.

“Of course.” I retrieve the well-loved book out of my backpack, the spine cracked in a way that caused the pages to flip right to it.

“Whose woods these are I think I know,” I recited, barely looking down at the page. I didn’t need to, I had been reading this poem to her for weeks at this point, when she was no longer able to hold the book up anymore.

“But I have promises to keep. And miles to go before I sleep,” I paused, watching her eyes close gently. She usually fell asleep during my visit.

“And miles to go before I slee-“ But a piercing, sustained beep cut me off.”

—

It was surreal, being ejected from the hospital room as they tried to bring her back. Hearing sickening cracks and shouting, knowing in my gut that it wouldn’t matter.

I found myself on our front steps, running my finger over the poem, over and over. But something caught my eye. The large, teardrop-shaped birthmark on my hand seemed to shift. It was already hardly noticeable in the first place, just slightly lighter than the surrounding skin. It had always pointed directly at my middle finger, a fact that I liked to joke about. But now it looked like the point had settled between my thumb and pointer finger.

I stood abruptly, making a b-line for the box of belongings we brought home from the hospital, mostly books. I pulled out the dark frame, where my remaining family and myself stood beaming, me giving a thumbs up. The birthmark pointing to my middle finger.

I lifted my hand and I saw it. I saw it move. I gasped, trying to shake it off, but with no luck. As I lifted my hand to see if it had changed, and it shifted slowly, now pointing towards my wrist. I twisted my hand as I realized it was pointing somewhere. Like a compass. But where is it pointing?

You are born with a large birthmark on the back of your hand that looks like an arrow. On your 18th birthday you notice that it starts pointing in one direction no matter which way you’re facing. You decide to start walking in that direction.

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theorist-influencer-untitled · 1 year ago

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9.15.23 Friday

4:55 am

Just got back from the floor of Iqor... Still, there are angles to point out, like why dread-locks guy is not texting me? It is a strange behaviour...

Brother Rodel became a stranger to us.... But we are still friends... But he is being distant, hmm.... It is so strange, people's behaviour changed in a snap of a finger...

Got good 3 opening calls... I had a good mood on that, thank God to Coach Gian for being nice.

And some bad callers an enders for me that I almost wanna give up... But I bounce back after lunch.

But still, my self-esteem is crashing coz of the weird bad callers... He is from the phone brand company that we are carrying an employee and client as well...

I still need to raise up my FCR angels... Some callers are weird and they have different accents. I had a hard time on the employee that is also a client... I can't get his point of expecting to get a credit that all of his 4 lines is suspended.

I feel fat,ugly,old and wrinkled... whew!

Tomorrow is our off... As well as the Dread-locks guy of wave 469...We had a qa talk awhile ago, the last 45 minutes of our working hours... Someone announced that 469 will be having their rest day as well as,the 468 our wave...

Can one angel ask dread-locks guy....Why he added me but not texting? Why, he asked for my messenger, then nah...Nothing... That's a sin, angels... Getting my messenger ID but not keeping in touch...

What's with the "baseball top" dread-locks guy? Where is the ball? Who is the batter? Who is the bat???

11:50 am

I have a sore throat weird... Some of the people in Iqor are also sneezing or having sore throat like Champi...

12:03 noon

Windblow windblow is still here angels...

2:09 pm

Hmm... It is so sad that mommy Linda passed away already, Dina told me 2 days ago and I wasn't able to post here coz I'm fucking tired and busy... I'm having stress on my FCR... Whew!

Mommy Linda was one of my elderlies that I took care of for 2 months... That is the sad part of being a caregiver. I wiped her butt and cleaned her vajayjay... She was nice in spite of the tantrums... But life is a big mystery and the world sometimes is full of lies...

This is Mommy Linda, last December angels...

She is the head leader of Avon here in Cavite...

Rest in Peace Mommy Linda, God is with you now...

Thanks for the memories,Mommy Linda...

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This is her log-book...

I added these on her log book.

5:02 pm

Rest day will do my laundry tomorrow and I can't do house chores without gloves or I will really, really cry if I don't have gloves...

I just bought a gloves coz I feel self-pity coz still I'm not yet a regular employee and I truly feel ugly even my hands, I wanna have collagen someday...

My upbringing here since I was 13, before sleeping at night my Aunt Teresa who raised me here in my old childhood house, she taught me to wear my gloves and my hand cream... Most of my events my family always wanted me to wear a gloves... I find it strange...

So,lemme go back to Iqor issues:

The negative of Coach Gian in spite of his long patience... When the time yesterday that he coached me to polish me on the floor, it was ohkay for me to know my mistake... But I don't like Coach Gian when he said that he will call Jen ( one of our wavemates ) coz why he needs to call Jen in-front of me while coaching me. Who is Jen? To embarass me ? Jen is just a wavemate not my friend but in a way a wavemate but I don't know her that much... But helping one another in work is a professional thing.

About Supervisor Gian? ( this is a different Gian ). I know it was just a joke but telling me to give him a 150 just to waive my sup call it is kinda ouchie in my part... That I treated him with respect and I asked a favour to please guide me here in Iqor. Then, he will tell me that I should give him 150... But I just smiled...

If I have money it is ohkay ( I mean extra money), but I'm so tight these days...

Lemme go back to FCR or First Call Resolution:

My self-esteem is crashing most specially I remember this particular customer over the phone named Cristina Croeguert...She said that I received an email back June and I got suspended and who initiated it,that I don't know.

Then, I probe to achieve the FCR you need to ask and ask the customer and paraphrase for confirmation.

Then, I said Ms Cristina you received an email last June and you don't know why it happened that you got a suspension. Right?

Then,Ms Cristina said you don't get it... She said from the past couple of months I received a message an email that I was suspended and I don't know, who initiated it?

I said Yes Ms Cristina if I'm getting it correctly you said you received a mail that you were suspended and you don't know why it happened that you didn't do it... ( meaning this suspension is a double meaning either coz of bills or customer's request ).

Cases that I know I can manage in Iqor:

1. Receiving payment or make a payment. I used Atlas System.

2. Payment Arrangement. I used Atlas system as well here. So many zig-zags and cases of Payment Arrangement.

Payment Arrangement this can be 1 installment on schedule requested by customer or 2 installment requested by customer, 14 days interval if customer requested for 2 installment.

If the first payment arrangement was not successful due to insufficient balance or no fundings in the card, if it is 2 installment then a customer wanted to extend that failed first payment arrangement. Customer must wait for the first payment arrangement to be deleted in the system for 48 hours then that's time they can create an another payment arrangement.

If there is payment arrangement, it is 100% sure that the service will not be disconnected.

3 . Return a payment to the customer's card if it is acceptable card or case. If it is a double payment.

Here I always go to the customer's "checkbook" but I can't see the double payment... Then, I realized I have to search for "payment and look up" in Atlas.

Bounce Check- this is due to insufficient funds.

4. Checking the whole bill of customer's expenses monthly,their MRC ( monthly recurring bill ). But there is an additional if there is a usage on their voice call or any additional thing or plan upgrade then possible there will be "pro-rated".

5. Credit Adjustment. This for goodwill hahaha I need to review the Samson System tab tab grrr.But I handled 2 cases of credit adjustment...

6. Removing Feature. I have to memorize the Samson System tab tab. I handled this once.

7. Transfer Pin--If customer wanted to have their transfer pin and make a t-mobile id. Just guide them on the t-mobile website and find the C2 policy about transfer pin.

This job is not that easy coz of the weird callers, weird accents and weird deep within of your customer's... The FCR is the most difficult to get if the caller is having a bad intention of twisting or simply to damage the agent's reputation.

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