#omi: I can't be sick i have training to do!

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𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .  | 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . / Omi n Kanako (Xiaolin Showdown)

@featherchan || (X) || Omi

Omi was a handful and a half when sick. The other dragons were happy when Kanako offered to take care of the kid. Dojo was VERY happy when Kanako offered to take of the kid. He sticks around near by though just in case he's needed.

The dragon of water continues to try to get out of bed and be sneaky, when he's not actually asleep or pretending to sleep, so she has her hands full.

Omi does end up finally giving in and curling up next to her to sleep after wearing himself, and possibly her, out. He hates being sick but at least he's not alone while being sick and has someone to help watch over him, despite the trouble maker he is.

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*timidly knocks on your asks* Tr-trick or treat?

BOO! :D

I'm trying to fit my answers to what you guys like, and since I see that quite a few of your art posts are about Sakuatsu or Osasuna, I've dug around for a Sakuatsu one! Maybe one day I'll turn this into a whole Ao3 post, so here's just a sneak peek!

Atsumu wasn't an idiot, contrary to what Kiyoomi called him.

Kiyoomi had been acting off, and it definitely didn't get lost under Atsumu, someone who deeply analysed his spikers to assist them in the best possible way. Kiyoomi was a strong player, especially with how he could handle the ball, his flexible wrist letting him spin it. During training today, it was different, though. He ball kept losing its momentum, even more so as the training went on.

The others usually showered quickly, and Kiyoomi would take his time. This way, most of them would be finished by the time he got in the shower. Atsumu stayed this time, though, eyeing Kyoomi.

The taller man of the two glares back. "What." He huffs. "You've been staring at me all training, Miya." Kiyoomi points out, untying his shoes and slipping out of them.

"Are ya doin' okay?" Atsumu asks, blunt and to the point.

Kiyoomi looks at him pointedly. "If this is about my spikes, don't bother."

"I'm asking ya 'cause I care. Today was just training, yer performance was... Off." Atsumu puts it bluntly.

"Just a bad joint day." Kiyoomi mutters. "Worry about other things, Miya. I'll be fine."

Atsumu remembers Kita well. Their captain had been just as observant and wasn't hesitant to send them home when they were sick. He remembers Kita leaving him a note and pickled plums to make him feel better back at Inarizaki.

"Any... Way I can help?"

"What?"

"To help the pain, I mean." Atsumu rubs the back of his neck. "Ya should be takin' a break."

"I wasn't aware you were my captain. And..." He pauses for moment, his expression softening a little. "I should be fine."

"I'd be stupid to not make sure that my spiker is gettin' the rest he needs." Kiyoomi stands up and walks towards him. "How about this, since you're so stubborn." He chews on the inside of his cheek momentarily. "You come over to mine for dinner and help me with my routine. Will that make you stop whining?" Kiyoomi huffs, eyes squinting. He was playing right into Atsumu's hands, despite acting like he he was compromising.

Atsumu grins. "Sure does, Omi."

They shower and buy a bite to eat since neither of them feel like cooking.

Kiyoomi's apartment feels nice. Minimalistic, somewhat, with some cute memorabilia. Atsumu avoids staring too much, though, knowing Kiyoomi still felt prickly about having someone over. While taking off his jacket, Kiyoomi explains. "Usually, massages help me most. Since you're so eager to help me, you could help me with that?" He looks shy almost, with a blush on his face. As if it was humiliating to ask for help.

"Sounds good. Do ya have a cream or somethin'?"

Kiyoomi blinks. "Good... Good thinking, actually. I do."

He leaves swiftly to get it, while Atsumu sits down on the couch. He sets down the dinner on the coffee table, waiting patiently. Kiyoomi not only returns with the cream but is re-dressed in shorts and a shirt instead since his knees and ankles would need to be free from clothing. He sits down next to Atsumu, a few wrinkles forming between his eyebrows from the pain. He leans back into the couch.

"Do you uhm... Know how to massage joints?" He asks Atsumu, aware of the other watching him as he hands him the tube.

"I think I could use yer guidance." Atsumu takes some of the cream and applies it to his palms, warming it.

"Well, heat helps..." Kiyoomi offers his wrist, trying to relax.

"You can't really... uhm... Your hands are really warm." He is thrown off track when Atsumu takes his wrist, holding it gently in his warm, broad palms.

"Yer just cold, Omi."

"... Right. You can't really do much wrong. Deep, slow pressure is usually what does it. I'll let you know if you're doing awful." His remark had just a little bite to it, undermined by the blush decorating his ears and neck.

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[fuyine]

Oneshot: Mad by Ne-yo

warnings!!! fluff (maybe a bit of angst???), the character is aged 18+, and there are grammatical errors ahead. Please read with a grain of salt.

Pairings: timeskip!sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader

Dating Sakusa means having to deal with his mysophobia while he also tries to get used to being touchy around you. It was a petty argument when it came to him.

"What are you doing?" he asked. He had just arrived home from overtime at practice with the MSBY and had to deal with Bokuto's emo mood throughout the training. He just wanted to eat dinner and sleep with you in his arms.

But things escalated when he saw you facing the door to the entrance of the bathroom, crouching down in front of the cabinet under the sink as you were shuffling some items.

You stopped what you were doing and turned around. He looked at you, noticing that you were wearing a mask and a yellow cleaning latex glove, waiting for you to speak up.

"Omi, you're home," you acknowledged before standing up, lowering your mask with the finger pads of your glove which made him scrunch his nose. "I was arranging your—"

"Arranging?" he cut you off, brows furrowed a little. "Did I ask for it?" Exhaustion and hunger were taking a toll on him, and he couldn't take it that you were touching his stuff when he didn't even ask you to do it.

A little taken aback, your parted lips formed a thin line before you shook your head. Awkwardly shifting your weight on your feet, you looked down at the floor.

You heard him sigh and looked up again to see him running his fingers through his hair before stepping closer to you and crouching down at the cupboards. He scanned the detergent pods, spray bottles, and other cleaning materials before his brows furrowed even deeper.

"I already arranged them according to which product I use most often to least. Detergent pods are different from powders, even if they have the same scent, you can't put them together."

Your lips formed an 'O' shape before looking at him rearrange the items in the cabinet.

"Damn, you even messed up which spray bottle is for floors and tables," he muttered, which didn't escape your ears.

Just how are they different? They're both spray bottles.

Suddenly, he turned around, which took you by surprise. He was glaring at you, and as if he had read your mind, he spoke, "Even if they are both spray bottles, you still have to separate them."

He stood up after closing the cabinet and placed his hands in his pockets as he looked down at you with the same expression. "There are different types of chemicals mixed in their solutions," he said firmly, making you shrink back at his tone.

"What do you think would happen if I used the one with a strong chemical solution in cleaning our dining table, and you, being the airhead you are, put your hands on the countertop and wherever else, and directed it to your skin, hmm? Heck—if even our future child could inherit your clumsiness and touch their face with their hands that touched who knows where I sprayed that kind of solution and get sick, huh?"

You weren't able to comprehend the second sentence as the thought of the possibility of getting to that point already made you swallow a lump in your throat and hang your head low, fidgeting with your fingers while still wearing the yellow latex glove.

Sakusa stood there with his brows raised for a moment, not knowing that you were thinking he was mad at you. But in reality, he was just scolding and lecturing you about the consequences of messing up the arrangement of his cleaning supplies. Although he knew you meant no harm, he just didn't know how to rephrase it.

Waiting for your reply, Sakusa grew anxious. Was he blabbering too much? Was he saying too much? Was he rude? He just wanted to let you know. Yet, he could've said it another way and not rub it in your face.

After a while, you spoke, still not meeting his eye. "I'm sorry, I didn't know…" Noticing the shift in your tone, Sakusa anxiously shifted on his feet and was about to say that it wasn't your fault for being ignorant, but the way your body turned around shook him a little.

"I'll try not to touch—arrange them for you," you said, your voice above a whisper, making his throat run dry. "Dinner's at the table, I've already eaten."

As you headed out of the bathroom, he felt the colors drain. Debating whether to walk after you or head to eat, before he knew it, he was already standing at the doorframe of your shared bedroom, unmasked, staring at your back as you lay sideways on the bed.

It shattered him; it was never his intention to indirectly tell you about being so ignorant of all things—his cleaning supplies.

As you lay there, words ran through your mind. Chemicals… they have different kinds? you thought, biting your lower lip as you stared at the dark sky through the windows.

Footsteps on the floorboard could be heard as they approached the bed. Feeling the bed sink at the additional weight, you heard him from behind.

"Love," he started. His voice contrasted with the one he used to scold and lecture you with.

But you were stubborn to hear another from him and cut him off before he could continue, "I've eaten."

"I'm not hungry anymore," surprisingly, he was, after knowing he made you feel a little less after lecturing you like that. Suddenly, you felt a hand slide from behind you to your waist and rest there.

You felt him scoot closer to you until you felt his breath on your nape.

"I'm not mad," he said, closing his eyes as the words that came out of his mouth were reassuring and genuine. "But I'm mad thinking you think I'm mad," he added, his wrap tightening around you, making you tense up but later on relax.

Suddenly, you found yourself unable to answer, and he took it as a sign to continue, "I'm not mad," he repeated. "I was just… a little conscious of the idea of having you touch those without knowing they have different properties."

"But I'm not saying being ignorant on your part is at fault either; you simply didn't know," he quickly added, not wanting you to think of something negative.

"I really… have a way with words, that most people misunderstand," he continued. "But love, please know, I'll never be mad at you for not knowing something that is beyond your field of expertise," he said softly, finally opening his eyes.

Feeling your heart flip a little at his confession, you turned around, completely facing him as you spoke quietly, "You're not…?"

Sakusa's expression softened, glad that you were now facing him. "I'm not," he said, reaching for your chin and lifting it up for you to look in his eyes. "And I don't want you to go to bed, mad at me, or thinking that I am, to you."

Your heart was beating abnormally fast. True, he has a way with words, but his confession had just made you forget about your little exchange in the bathroom.

As you were about to reply, a stomach growl interrupted you. Sakusa, whose face was now uncharacteristically red, buried his face in the crook of your neck.

You chuckled softly, wrapping your arms around his torso. "You should really eat," you said softly, only to hear a muffled groan from your neck followed by incoherent words that you couldn't make out. "Hmm?"

"Eat with me," he said, leaning back from your neck, his face no longer red. "No, at least, watch me eat," he rephrased, making your lips curl up in a smile, earning a nod from you.

"Alright."

requests are open!

[turquoise-stones]

When You're Sick HCs

Togata Mirio x reader, Amajiki Tamaki x reader

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Request for @omi-writes​: Hi there, could I request some Suneater and Lemillion headcannons of how they help their s/o who is sick? (As in almost... ya know... GETTING sick) sorry if this grosses you out, I’ve just been feeling like this and need a distraction. Thanks in advance :)

A/N: my god i’ve been sleeping on headcanons!! this literally took like 20 minutes... a oneshot takes like 3 hours 0.0 

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Togata Mirio 

-Gets suspicious when he sees you sniffling all the time

-Gets VERY suspicious when you brush it off

-You're in denial because you need to train, and refuse to rest when he asks you to

-Will literally wrap his arms around your waist, lift you off the ground and walk you to your room if you keep being stubborn

-Struggle all you want, this boy ain't letting you go

-Laughing as he's rolling you into your sheets burrito style 

-Thinks you look so cute all cocooned up, squishes your cheeks

-Stops teasing you when you sneeze

-Points fingers at his eyes then at you. "Don't move! I'm watching you!"

-Leaves and returns with soup, tissues, warm water, thermometer

-Insists on spoon feeding you soup, kinda clumsy and spills a little but it's okay because he just wants to care for you

-You want to go back to train but he will mother you into submission

-Will stop at nothing to make you smile while you're feeling miserable 

-A bunch of stupid jokes but you laugh anyways because his smile is so infectious 

-Will cuddle you (you can't stop him) even though you tell him to go away so you don't get him sick too

-Doesn't want to, but leaves when you fall asleep, giving you a get well kiss on the cheek.

(Amajiki under cut)

Amajiki Tamaki 

-You didn’t come to class so he comes to check up on you 

-Finds you curled up in your room sleeping

-About to close the door and leave but notices how pale and sweaty you are

-Immediately at your side gingerly touching your forehead to see how hot it is and boy is it hot

-Lowkey panicking because he has no idea what to do, also afraid to accidentally wake you up

-Trying to think logically: Hot forehead = fever, therefore, cold forehead = no fever (it doesn't work like that but he's trying)

-Gets cool towel to put on your forehead

-Tucks you in warmer and sits on your bed next to you, nervousness fading away until he's just watching peacefully. 

-Normally it’s you who is worrying and caring about him, so it feels good to repay you even in this small way

-Will play with your hair and stroke your cheeks, things he'd never do if you were awake

-You always try to show him your strong side (because when he sees you nervous he gets nervous too), so it makes him super worried to see you this out of it

-Will be embarrassed as hell when you stir awake

-"Oh my god (y-y/n) I'm not- I'm just-"

-He has a mild panic attack but you calm his down cause the towel on your head tells you he wasn't being weird 

-Helps you take your temp and feeds you medicine 

-Overall very worried and sweet, will do anything you ask to help you feel comfy and recover 

-Leaves when you make him (don't want him to catch what you have) but FaceTimes you until you fall asleep again to keep you company 

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