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boba-beom · 8 months

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ೃ⁀➷ airport crush pt 2 | CHOI YEONJUN NSFW

pairing: brother's best friend!yeonjun x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff, kinda angsty

wc: 3.4k

warning: angstier than I thought oops, smut with plot, arguing, yeonjun pining for reader, jealousy, possessive yj at some point, but also lowkey sub!yeonjun ngl, reader confesses about the past but yj does for the present, heavy petting, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, just the tip tease, piv but yj doesn't cum— mile high club ;) , toilet sex again, pet names (baby, good girl, good boy), praises (both), yj calls reader mommy ONCE, light marking, let me know if I've missed anything!

summary: after spending some time with your airport crush, yeonjun's pissed you were spending your time 'efficiently' with someone who isn't him. but you agreed to do anything so he wouldn't snitch to your brother about the marks on your neck.

a/n: the long-awaited next part is here, there is one more main part after this. I hope you enjoy this part just as much as yeonjun did hehe what better way to save this than for @majestyjun's 24 days with yeonjun for our jjunie's birthday! ♥

airport crush part 1 (beomgyu)

boarding the plane was no problem, beomgyu had made you laugh in the queue–maybe even flirted–despite the slight delay, but it didn't go unnoticed by the people around you. you heard yeonjun subtly bickering with your brother, but soobin wasn't having any of it—he was too jet-lagged to even give two shits at this point. you knew this was going to be a long flight ahead of you and yet all you could think about was beomgyu and his fingers, and how bad you want him to—

you heard a ping and looked down at your phone to see beomgyu had airdropped you a note as your way of messaging each other before the plane had set off. he sent you a few memes and your scoffs would turn into chuckles until you both decided to rest and talk when you reach the airport.

it was a given that yeonjun isn't keen on whatever is going on between you and your newfound fuck buddy. yeonjun may be two years older than you, but there's something about him that you weren't aware of.

"yn? are you even listening to me?" yeonjun fakes a heartache with his palm flat on his chest while you give him a deadpan glare. "and what's happened to your 'stranger danger' policy?"

"yeonjun, I can't lie, I've developed this talent to block you out. now you're like white noise to me." you force a smile until it immediately dropped. "also, YJ, I'm not a kid anymore. I'm literally in my early twenties, chill out."

he scoffs, an annoyed smile crawling on his lips. "and I'm literally just looking out for you, how do you not see that?"

"I don't need you to look after me, m'kay? I have soobin for that. even still, just let me make my own choices." turning your body slightly, facing the window.

you couldn't care less with what he had to say. you were just pissed that it was him, and not beomgyu, sitting next to you. beomgyu was sitting a few rows down from you on the opposite site of the plane, you could just about spot the plum tinge of his hair. soobin, on the other hand, was sitting between random people in the middle section of the plane, a couple of rows in front of you and yeonjun. you weren't in their line of sight, and vice versa.

that's going to be a problem.

"you know what annoys me actually? the fact that you're so smug about this whole thing. you meet a stranger and now you feel like you've met the love of your life." you roll your eyes and take a deep breath before exhaling your frustration.

"oh boo you, is it because I managed to find someone to hook up and have fun with before this holiday even started?" you retort, refusing to look at him, bearing in mind that there are a few people sleeping around you.

"oh for fucks sake, yn, grow up." you hear him exhale.

you scoff. "me? no, yeonjun. you, grow the fuck up. I'm sick and tired of whatever problem it is you have with me."

raking his hands through his hair, he looks up before placing a hand on your knee, “listen here, little miss princess, stop being a fucking brat, you’re so annoying like that.” but what you don’t know is that it's slightly turning him on, knowing how hot-headed you can be, he secretly loves how argumentative you two are and he sort of thrives off of that. he had no intention for it to take a turn like this though.

you stare at him, eyes steady, narrowing and not wavering even a little bit. “and you’re starting to piss me off, choi.” you unbuckle the seatbelt over your hips, your hand pushing off his from your thigh before passing his legs to scoot yourself to the aisle, catching soobin's sleeping form and making your way to the toilet at the end of the plane.

from beomgyu’s peripheral vision, he turns his body to look back, watching you make your way to the toilet and noting the dull look on your face. his eyes trailed behind you to find yeonjun who looked like he was chasing after you. he sits back comfortably, sighing and rolling his eyes from the thought of what yeonjun must have done to piss you off this time.

yeonjun knocks on the door and calls your name softly a couple of times, “let me in. come on, talk to me.”

you sigh, not wanting people to continue watching him knocking on the door, and for all they know you two look like you’re in some sort of lovers quarrel. he quickly enters as soon as you open the door, and you scoot aside as an attempt to make space for his six foot figure.

“and you couldn’t just leave me alone? how embarrassing.” you huff, crossing your arms against your chest, but due to the close proximity, you can feel his breath fanning by your neck.

“you want to talk about embarrassing? how about hooking up with a stranger at the airport? hmm?” he retorts, slightly raising his voice at you.

you cover his mouth to remind him to keep his voice down.

“what the fuck is this obsession about me hooking up with beomgyu. just say you’re jealous and go, oh my god, yeonjun." you aggressively whisper.

your chest heaves from the anger gradually coming out, and if you weren't in a plane right this moment then yeonjun would definitely get a taste of your wrath. it was silent for a moment with the both of you holding this intense eye contact with a hint of something unspoken. yeonjun breaks away first, turning around as much as he can with his hand back to running through his teal strands.

"I am." is all he mutters.

"you are what?" you exasperatedly rub at your temples with your eyes shut in the hopes that he'd just be straight with you.

"I am jealous." he starts. "god, all this time I tried to avoid the littlest thoughts about you, and now that you've grown up to be such a confident, intelligent and beautiful woman it's kind of hard not to be around you."

your head shoots up, almost breaking your neck at his confession. a million things were going on in your head but not a single thought was stable enough to comprehend that your crush throughout your childhood and teenage years had liked you all this time.

it took you so long to get over him, and after being completely over him for two long years, he's thrown away all your efforts.

"I... hate you." your voice breaks, tears threatening to run down your cheek, tired of his stupid games.

the warmth of his body starts radiating even more, feeling him lean closer than you already were. your eye contact lasts for less than a second until he crashes his lips on yours with his hands desperately fumbling with your arms and throwing it over his shoulders before finding purchase on your waist.

the kiss was messy. nothing but teeth clashing and heavy breaths until yeonjun swiftly swaps places with you and hits your back against the door, hard enough for it to just rattle gently.

"you don't hate me." yeonjun whispers before diving in to capture your lips again.

the pace of the kiss was starting to pick up; his hands gradually lifting your shirt until his hands were massaging and roaming over the mounds of your breasts through your bra, whining from the contact, and your fingers tangling themselves in his dishevelled hair.

you let out soft whimpers as soon as his plush lips peppers along the column of your neck, a heated trail over the hickeys that beomgyu had left before.

"I hate you so much," you whine.

"you look so hot marked up, too bad this area's been marked by someone else." he growls in your ear, while his hands busy themselves by tugging down your sweatpants.

the material of your sweatpants fell just above your knees and that was enough for yeonjun to slide his fingers into your panties, roughly circling your clit with his middle finger, making your core twitch with every circle he drew.

"oh fuck, jjun—" a moan got stuck in your throat while yeonjun went back to attacking your lips with soft nibbles on your bottom lip.

his lips descended down your body, from your neck, littering kisses over your breasts, down your navel and straight to your plush thighs. his finger stopped working on you and instead, grabbing ahold of one of your thighs to prop over his shoulder so he could kiss and suck on your inner thighs.

"you should be marked more often, only where I can see them." after leaving a mark on your skin, he sensually flicks his tongue on the surface, giving you a preview on what his tongue could be used for.

"shut up and eat me out already." you lace your fingers in his hair, tugging on them to inflict minor pain.

yeonjun's dick throbbed from the way you explicitly said that aloud, never thinking he'd hear you say that.

his hands steadied your hips, holding on tightly and kitten licking at your clit. the wet muscle twirling around your bundle of nerves had you holding in your moans, letting out airy grunts as an attempt.

"so sweet." yeonjun draws back before diving his face straight into your core, sticking his tongue out and lapping up at your entrance. you could feel the vibrations from his moans as soon as he sticks his tongue into your slick cunny. it was difficult to not get so wet when yeonjun's lips felt like heaven on yours, and you felt like your soul was ascending when they were all over your body.

"YJ— fuck, did you know I— mmh, liked you back then?" you struggle getting your sentence out when yeonjun's basically tongue fucking your pussy.

he ignores your question and groans against your core, his tongue reaching as far as it can inside you, but every time his nose bumped your clit you'd curl in a little. annoyed, you tug his hair back so he's looking up at you, the dim light in the toilet reflecting the sheen layer of spit and your arousal on his lips and dripping down his chin.

"I asked you a question."

he grabs your wrist, shaking off your hold on his roots and brought the back of your fingers to his lips. "I knew." and then he inserted your index and middle fingers past his lips, feeling his tongue dancing between and around your digits.

you could moan at the sight, knowing that he probably knows those are the two fingers you used to fuck yourself to the thought of him.

"then why didn't you say anything? do you know how hard I wanted you to notice me?" you almost whine.

"oh trust me, I always noticed you." he guides your fingers at your dripping entrance. "I didn't want to make a move because you're my best friend's little sister. Soobin would fucking kill me if I thought about you like that, hell, he'd kill me if he finds out I'm eating you out several rows away from him."

you wince at his choice of words, but more so when he flat tongues your clit while controlling your fingers pumping in and out of you. but it wasn't enough.

"jjun, I need more." you quietly cry behind the palm of your hand, trying to keep your cries at bay.

he sucks at your bead until a quick yelp slipped past your lips, grabbing him by the collar of his quarter-zip and pulling him up to kiss you. the taste of your arousal lingered on your tongue as he plays around with yours.

this was something you had wet dreams about. something that you desperately wanted every time you saw him come over. the things you would think about when he'd bring his then-girlfriends around when he was hanging out with soobin.

"please, I want to feel a little more." you hate to beg, but you were thinking, you're already in this situation, why not go the extra mile?

"of course, baby. anything for you." he switches up so easily now that he's confessed to you, wondering that all this time he could have been bearable if he had just told you, even if you were to keep it between yourselves, he would have been so much easier to deal with.

yeonjun spreads his wet kisses along your jaw and behind your ear, imitating your quiet moans as you continue to unzip his loose jeans, pulling them down just below his balls.

as he strokes his length, you lean your head against his shoulder, looking down and observing how pretty his dick is; the pink tip that's a similar tone to his lips with a clear bead of pre-cum dribbling out slowly. not to mention his girth was perfect to the point you could feel yourself aching to have him inside you.

"should I just put the tip in?" yeonjun mumbles by your temples.

he aligns the head of his cock at your entrance, feeling the faint stretch as it dips inside. you sigh, wanting more but he purposely slides it against your folds an swiping over your clit. the motion had you exhaling your breath that you had been subconsciously holding in ever since he was stroking himself.

"yeonjun, please. I want you inside of me." you beg so prettily that yeonjun could feel his dick twitch in his hand, his eyes tightly shut briefly.

"want you to feel good." his sentences have now reduced to wanting to please you, he didn't care about himself, though you're about to wet his dick, he was still doing whatever you wanted.

you hold onto his shoulders, one leg wrapped around his hip as he pushes in, feeling the delicious stretch against your walls. "gonna. fuck. you. so. good." he grunts in between shallow thrusts.

his hands are glued to your hips and under your thigh, holding you in place for him to fuck in this small compartment. but that doesn't stop him from eagerly reaching as deep as he can inside you. his thrusts get deeper after every other kiss you leave on his neck and collar bone, loving the way your lips makes his skin tingle.

the speed of yeonjun's thrusts get faster, and the hold your pussy has on his cock gets tighter. he has his eyes trained on your face, watching your brows knit and your mouth parting.

"mmhh yeah, that's it baby, right there." you moan by his ear and his pace picks up gradually. he loves the way you want more of his dick, not beomgyu's, but his.

the corners of his lips quirked up at the thought of you forgetting about beomgyu and wanting him at that moment. yeonjun wanted to take this chance to show you he could fuck you better than whatever beomgyu did.

"like that?" he whispers, pulling up your shirt and bra so your boobs were on full display.

he gawked at the sight of your bare chest in front of him, his hips not faltering a single bit; still aiming to make you cum on his dick. it took him no second thoughts to latch his mouth onto one of your nipples, sucking and releasing with 'pop' sounds and repeating as he hears more of your mixture of moans and whimpers.

you loved the sensation of yeonjun's tongue and pillowy lips on your boobs, but his dick was starting to drill into you, feeling your mind going hazy with every stroke against your gummy walls.

"I'm close." you whimper above him, his lips still suckling at your aroused nipple and the other massaging it in the palm of his hand.

"wan' you to cum around me mommy." his words were muffled from his occupied mouth, but the slight rasp in the way he said it was ticking your orgasm closer by the millisecond.

yeonjun lets go of your boob and starts playing with your clit again, his thrusts doesn't falter even when you clench around him like a vice, your walls convulsing around him. your moans were becoming dangerously loud, and if it wasn't for yeonjun swallowing your moans by helplessly kissing you, then you were sure you would have a flight attendant knocking at the door.

your thighs start shaking under his hold as you leak down your legs but yeonjun pulls out, his cock still standing strong as reaches for the tissues to clean up your mess.

"feel better?" he wipes down the remaining droplets by your knees, before throwing the tissue away and tucking his hard dick into his baggy jeans.

you cock your head to the side, "you didn't cum?"

"it's okay, just wanted to make you feel good, remember? you were about to transform into a dragon out there with all your huffing and puffing. and even though I got my dick wet, at least it was by you." you slap his shoulder light-heartedly, scoffing at his comment before you both bursted into a shared laugh.

"you were irritating me that's why." you reply. "and you really are just that obsessed with me huh? that why your temper went down too?"

you watch him check up on himself through the mirror, relaying a slow nod to you. noting the faint couple of hickeys you left just under his collar, it's as if he knew what you were thinking and he zipped up his quarter-zip a little higher than before. he seemed more peaceful now, and you found it cute that the tip of his ears were blushing pink.

"I am obsessed with you. literally can't stop thinking about you." his hand reaches for your waist and brings you closer until your chests collide.

"okay, lover boy. take it easy on the simp talk." he scoffs, but the smile he has on his face seems like he's satisfied even when you haven't said how you currently feel towards him.

"can I have another kiss? literally miss your lips already." he kisses your shoulder slowly, maybe leaving two or three. something about that gesture made your heart drop.

you were selfish. you just met beomgyu who you have a good feeling about. but that isn't enough for you apparently. you have yeonjun wrapped around your finger and the fact that he's obsessed with you just as much as you were for him just feeds that emptiness you'd been feeling for so long.

"yn? you know you can say no." you snapped out of your thoughts and didn't realise there was a gap, as much as there can be, between you and yeonjun.

"kiss me." your hands are splayed flat on his chest, caressing the area with your thumb as he cups your cheek with one hand and pulls you in by the hip with the other.

your lips have only kissed three people in your lifetime. your first kiss in freshman year college, beomgyu and now yeonjun. but you seem just as in need of his lips as he is with yours. they were perfect and pouty. soft but also dangerously addictive. and the way he lets you lightly trap his bottom lip between your teeth just makes you want him even more.

you both pull away, a short string of saliva fallen from your lips which has yeonjun's eyes filled with lust for you.

"I- I think we should head out. we're lucky it isn't a full plane." you stutter from the gaze he had on you just a second before.

"it's fine. we'll never see these people again." yeonjun chuckles at you for your attempt at discretion. "and I don't think they cared enough to stop us."

you shrugg at his response, adjusting your shirt even though it still wasn't going to miraculously cover the hickeys beomgyu left.

as soon as you open the door, you step out first and yeonjun stepping out after with him faking a cover up conversation for the people you would walk past to hear, "are you feeling better now?"

you find your row and take your seat, nudging him, "oh shut up." and he laughs at your response.

you genuinely did feel better after the released tension, but now you just don't know how you're going about this sticky situation you were in. you see beomgyu slowly turn his head and you keep an eye on his purple hair until he looks at you, shooting you a smile.

and you still felt your heart skip a beat for him.

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russellsppttemplates · 5 months

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So what about one of the girfriends not feeling well during the raceweeked but being stubborn about it. She ends up feeling really really poorly on race day and has to sit inside with some other wag inside hospitality or even be taken to the medical area for a bit. Maybe it's the heat or the jetlag idk,but driver ends up knowing about it after and he's worried, so he's taking care of her from them on and is grateful for their friends

Tw: sickness from heat stroke, medical visit

"I'm getting a coffee, Y/N, do you want something?", Carmen asked, "can you bring me a bottle of water, please? Cold, if possible", you asked her, seeing her nod as she got up. It was hot, that much you could say. Inside the hospitality, you were feeling okay, but the minute you set foot close to the garage, where the air outside was much more prominent, it was a different story. So, for now, you and Carmen were keeping yourselves indoor until the race started, having already wished good luck to both of your boyfriends on their race, hoping for a double Mercedes podium today.

"How did you convince Mick to let you watch the race here?", Carmen asked as she came back, handing you the cold bottle for you to place it on the nape of your neck, "I might've told him that I was fine, which I feel like I am", you said as the Spanish woman looked at you sternly, "fine-ish, but it's going to be okay, I just have to keep myself in a cooler spot, lots of water, maybe grab some ice from the catering", you joked.

Joking, however, didn't seem like such when about halfway through the race, you started having trouble in seeing the screen properly, even with your glasses on, "you're not feeling well, are you, Y/N?", Carmen asked as she got up, helping you to a cooler part of the garage, "I'm a bit dizzy", you admitted. After giving you some water and placing an ice pack on your neck and another to your wrists, you started feeling a little bit better even though you were still a bit weak.

"I think it's best if we go get you checked out", Carmen reasoned, "you're looking pale and flushed, and those two are never a good sign", she said, getting one of the media girls to help you to the medical tent hoping someone would just check if everything was fine.

"Y/N, have you been sleeping well?", the doctor asked after he took your temperature, "I've been travelling for work, and then I came here, so sleep hasn't been so easy", you clarified, "jet lag and this heat is a bad combination", he stated, "this is likely heat stroke, there's nothing else suggesting another situation, so rest up, lots of fluids, stay away from the sun as much as possible for the next few days and ice packs on your pressure and temperature points should help, too", he concluded as you nodded, thanking him.

"It looks like there might be some celebrations today, but I'd rather you stay in", he said as he showed you the final results, George and Mick getting a Mercedes 1-2 as they crossed the line.

Opting to stay in Mick's driver's room until after the podium, it didn't take long for your boyfriend to walk in, his trophy standing on Toto's counter as he checked you, "I heard what happened, are you okay?", he said, approaching you as Carmen stood back, looking for her boyfriend so she could congratulate him and give you two some privacy, "I'm fine, I just can't take the combination of hot temperatures and sleep deprivation", you smiled, hoping to soothe his worries.

Understandably, you and Mick passed on the team's dinner despite your insistence that Mick should go, "knowing Mick, he would eat very quickly and wait for the best and most polite time to come back to you, so he might as well just pass this one and we will all celebrate later when you feel better", Toto said as you smiled at his attentiveness.

"I have a bath, cool water, so we can wash the day away, I asked room service for something light for dinner and also a bucket of ice", he smiled as he helped you undress, "I know you're tired, but I promise you're going to feel better after this, liebling". Holding you with one arm under your knees and one around your back, Mick eased you into the bathtub before he got in, "don't think I won't scold you for letting me believe you were feeling better when you weren't. I'm just not going to do it now", he chuckled, kissing your shoulders as you snuggled closer to him, "thank you for looking after me", you whispered, "always, liebling, always".

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stolenslumber · 10 months

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[8:30pm] (sjy)

PAIRING: sim jaeyun x gender neutral reader GENRE: established relationship, pure and simple fluff WARNINGS: kissing, suggestive content WORD COUNT: ~800

Jungwon opens the door with a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth, mumbling some approximation of "He's in his room" around it.

You throw him a thumbs-up and slip down the hallway to Jake's room, trying your best not to disturb any of the sleeping boys knocked out on various surfaces in the dorm. When you enter Jake's room, the air conditioning is on at full blast, making you shiver in your thin top.

The room is dark save for the glow-in-the-dark stars you had spent an afternoon sticking on the ceiling together, so it takes a second for your eyes to adjust and make out the shape of your boyfriend curled up in bed, cocooned in a black hoodie and the quilt your mom had made for him last year. Jake sleeps with one arm underneath his head, the other curved around some invisible cavity. You have to suppress the urge to coo at the sight— even in slumber, he makes space for you.

Jet lag has clearly hit him hard, and even though you had been ready to order delivery and watch a movie with him, just looking at him makes you want to sleep, too. Decision made, you waste no time in slotting yourself into the space he left for you and carefully rearranging the quilt so that it covers you both.

Jake grunts but shifts automatically to accommodate you, mumbling something incomprehensible. You pat the arm now laying over your waist soothingly, and soon his breathing evens back out, asleep once more. You're quick to follow, lulled by the rhythmic whooshing of the air conditioning and the steady pulse in his wrist against your fingertips.

When Jake wakes up some indeterminable amount of time later, the first thing he notices is the numbness of his arm, pinned underneath his head when he'd accidentally fallen asleep waiting for you to arrive. The next thing he notices is warm skin underneath his palm, from where his hand had slipped under your top while you were both asleep.

He's so, so happy to see you, though he feels bad about falling asleep before you even got here. The past few weeks have been exhausting and anxiety-ridden, and the sight of you feels like a balm to his soul.

He's smiling dopily at the back of your neck, so he doesn't notice when you wake up, and then he's startled when you twist in his hold to face him, greeting him with a slightly hoarse, "Hi, baby."

"Hey," he whispers back, leaning towards you slightly to plant a kiss on your forehead. Still half-asleep, his mouth runs sweet nonsense without really thinking about it. "I thought I dreamed of you coming in, but you're really here."

You release a laugh in the form of a puff of air and tug on the strings of his hoodie to keep him close to you. "Of course I'm really here; where else would I be?"

His response is automatic. "In my dreams, angel."

You snort and push against his chest a little. "Sick line, dude, how often does that work for you?"

He whines and brings you back even closer, nudging his nose into your neck and nipping at your pulse point, just because he likes the way it makes you gasp and squirm in his arms. "Seems to be working pretty well for me right now, don't you think?"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it, you've got the rizz, or whatever." You try to match his playful tone, but the hitch in your breath when his mouth starts wandering across your collarbones gives you away.

He's stopped by his own yawn, though, and then he's smiling apologetically at you. "Sorry I fell asleep, by the way. You wanna watch that movie now, or— ohhhh." Interrupted by his own yawn, again.

You do coo this time, enamored by the way his eyes blink half-open and his hair falls messily across his forehead. "Nah, we can always do that another time. I know you're going to be hungry later, though, so I scheduled the delivery to come in an hour. Go back to sleep, yeah? I'll wake you when it's here."

He beams at you in delight. "You're perfect, and I love you."

"'Cause I got you pizza? You're kinda easy, you know." You pat his cheek gently, your actions contrasting your teasing words.

He giggles, and then he turns his head to kiss the palm of your hand. "Only for you."

You hum softly, reaching up to run your fingers through his sleep-mussed hair. "Love you, too. Sweet dreams, Jaeyun."

He nods against your hand and leaves one last kiss on the tip of your nose before closing his eyes. "See you there, darling."

[fin.]

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itsawhumpsideblog · 2 days

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Angie Has A Cold

CW: colds and associated symptoms, but nothing major. This is just good old-fashioned sickfic and fluff.

Advice from the Box Boy Liberation Movement:

Although it can be difficult to do, try to find time for yourself. Continue your hobbies if possible and take advantage of opportunities for self care. You still have needs and taking care of yourself is not only a smart choice, but also models good boundaries for rescuees.

Angie had only been away for a long weekend for her sister's wedding, but Tim found that he was looking forward to having her back. Of course, it wasn't that he couldn't handle the work of taking care of the rescuees and they were all perfectly happy to pitch in when they could, anyway. But Tim missed having someone else to talk to who saw the world the way he did, who he could interact with without having to put all his words through what he thought of as "the Pet filter".

When he heard Angie's car pull into the driveway, Tim found himself grinning ear to ear. He went to open the door for her- it was raining hard and she had a suitcase to manage. You needed to pack a lot of things to be a bridesmaid, it turned out.

Tim wasn't a moment too soon and opened the door to find Angie standing there, shifting her heavy suitcase to her left hand so that she could fumble for her key.

"Thanks!" she gasped as she ducked into the safety of the front hall. "Whew. It's really coming down! Would you believe I was dry until I got out of the car just now?"

"I might," Tim said.

"And how are the guys? And you? Did you guys do okay?" She set the suitcase down and wiped wet hair out of her face.

"Yeah, we were fine. We watched a lot of movies. The weather's making everyone feel a little... achy. Not quite themselves, I guess. We're just passing the ibuprofen around the room every few hours and that helps."

"Good." Angie sneezed into the crook of her arm and then straightened up and stretched. "I'll take this upstairs and change into something less... soaked. Be right back!"

She was downstairs in just a few minutes and settled onto the couch in her usual spot to watch the end of their movie before joining Tim in the kitchen to cook dinner.

"Anything in particular sound good to you?" Tim asked, standing in front of the open pantry with his arms crossed. "I didn't get to the store this weekend, so ingredients are a little scarce right now."

"It's fine," Angie assured him. "I'll go tomorrow." She peered at the shelves. "How about soup and sandwiches? We have enough for everyone and it sounds amazing." She shivered and added, "I just can't seem to get warm."

Tim peered at her. "Are you okay? You don't think you're getting sick?"

"Nah, I'm fine. It's just cold out."

Tim accepted the answer, but found himself studying her closely when, later in the evening, she sneezed again and began coughing. She swore that she had swallowed something wrong, but when she went to bed immediately after the rescuees were settled for the night, Tim had his doubts.

Sure enough, the next morning, Angie was nowhere to be seen. Tim helped Francis downstairs, saw the rescuees settled in their usual spots, and made breakfast for all five of them before he began to worry.

"No Angie this morning?" Nathan asked. "Think she's jet lagged?"

"She might be," Tim said doubtfully. "I'll go check on her after breakfast."

They ate and then Tim stood and said, in the most casual voice he could, to hide his worry, "Still no Angie- I guess I'll go knock on her door and make sure everything's okay." He tried to seem unconcerned and ignored the anxious look that Francis and Mikey exchanged.

Tim strolled out of the room, but as soon as he had rounded the corner, he picked up the pace. He wasn't sure why he was so nervous, he thought. Then he silently admonished himself for lying. He did know why- it wasn’t that he was afraid something uniquely awful had happened, only that Angie was the one person in the house he could count on to be well and normal. She was always cheerful and energetic, even when she was tired and it would just be so strange if she were to be anything else.

Then, stopping in front of her door, Tim gave himself a mental shake. Angie was not required to perform, he reminded himself. She was allowed to have an off day, too, and he would do whatever she needed. If that was even what was happening.

Tim knocked on the door and Angie's gravelly voice answered. "Come in."

He opened the door a little tentatively to find her still in bed, wrapped up in a blanket and looking thoroughly miserable. A box of tissues sat on her nightstand and some of its contents was now wadded up in and around a wastebasket.

"Morning," Tim said, entering very slowly and picking his way around the tissues to sit lightly on the edge of her bed. "Just came to see how you're doing."

"Not great," Angie admitted. She took another tissue and blew her nose, then leaned back against the pillows with a tired groan. "You were right," she admitted. "I guess I was getting sick."

"Poor you," Tim said sympathetically. He stood, left the room, and returned a moment later with a thermometer. "May I?"

"Go ahead." Angie accepted the thermometer under her tongue and held her head while they waited for it to beep. When it did, she watched him expectantly.

"Yeah, you definitely have a fever. Not bad- not, like, Francis-bad, but it's there."

"I can tell. I'm hot and cold and everything aches." Tim patted her hand and she sniffed and smiled at him.

"Think you can keep some breakfast down if I bring it to you?"

"I can come downstairs," she said, but she didn't look like she meant it and Tim shook his head.

"I'll be right back," he said and it was a sign of exactly how she felt that Angie lay quietly back against her pillows and watched him go.

Downstairs, Tim put some bread in the toaster and checked in with the rescuees. They had looked up in an almost synchronized movement when he came down the stairs and then watched him, waiting for news.

"She's sick, all right," he confirmed. To the nervous look that flashed across Mikey's face, he added, "Nothing too serious. She just has a little feverish cold. We'll take good care of her and she'll be better soon."

"Poor Ma'am," Francis murmured.

"If there's anything we can do to help, we will," Nathan told Tim, and Mikey nodded, ignoring the casts on his hands that would make it hard for him to help anyone. Tim smiled.

"Thanks, guys. I'll pass on the good wishes and start her off with some breakfast."

Angie didn't appear to have moved since Tim left. This was worrying, but he pushed it aside. She was sick; she was allowed to act unlike herself if she needed to. Besides, he noted, she pushed herself up in the bed when he came in and gave him a thin smile. He stayed and kept her company while she drank some of the juice and nibbled at the toast.

"Sorry," she said when she had put the second piece of toast back on the plate half-eaten. "I don't think I can take any more right now."

"That's okay," he replied in his most soothing voice. "You rest and I'll come back up in a little while to see if you need anything and check on your fever."

"My fever will probably be right here waiting for you," Angie said dryly. "But I'll be okay. I promise."

"I'll hold you to it."

Angie slid down again in the bed, shivering, and smiled as Tim reached over and tucked the comforter around her.

Tim tried not to be exasperated later that morning when Francis asked, for what seemed like the tenth time, "Sir, ought we not to go and see to Ma'am? Francis would be more than willing to sit with her, if she is in need..." he trailed off, unsure.

"I'm pretty sure she's fine," Tim said, also for the tenth time. He looked at the clock and shrugged. "But you know, it has been two hours. I'll go up and just see if she's even awake. Will that make you all feel better?"

Francis wasn't able to answer such a direct question, but Mikey nodded and Nathan grinned sympathetically at Tim. He had memories of being sick in a similar way and was more sure that Angie really would recover without long-term adverse effects.

Tim tried not to sigh as he went upstairs. The questions were only annoying because he was asking himself the same thing, he had to admit. And if he took another perspective, it was really a positive thing that Francis was able to ask repeatedly for something he felt was important. It was progress.

Once again, Tim tapped very lightly at the door. He half hoped Angie wouldn't answer, which would mean she was sleeping.

"Come in." No such luck, and she sounded horribly congested.

As he had suspected, the pile of tissues was noticeably higher. She had also thrown her blankets aside and was clutching a sheet to her chest as she coughed into her elbow.

"At least I got sick after the wedding," Angie managed to say. She closed her eyes and pressed a hand over them. "Sorry. My head hurts."

"And your face is bright red," Tim noted. "Your fever must be up."

"Yeah, probably. It feels worse. I'm all dizzy." Then, illogically, she swung her feet over the side of the bed. "I should get some medicine, though."

"Already brought you some." Tim was anxious to keep her from exerting herself and he held out the pills and a small cup of water.

"You're the best." She took them and laid back with a sigh. "Sorry I'm not more help around the house today. Are the guys okay?"

"They're worried about you," Tim told her. "Francis is almost being annoying about it- not that I really mind, of course. But he got very insistent that I should come check on you."

"Good for him," Angie hummed with a small smile. Tim had known she would understand. Then she sighed. "Tell them I'm fine- more or less- and I'm going back to sleep. If I get bored later, I'll come downstairs."

"I'll leave you alone," Tim agreed. "Want me to come check on you at lunchtime? You should probably try to eat again then, if you can. There's always more toast, or I can make soup. Those are classics for a reason and we have a lot of soup in the backup pantry."

"Ugh," Angie groaned. She held her stomach and looked a little green. "Don't talk to me about food. But thanks."

"Sorry. I'll see you in a few hours." She murmured some inaudible assent and Tim saw himself out.

Tim's report from the sickroom kept the rescuees' anxiety at bay almost until the agreed-upon next visit at lunch. As the hour approached, though, Tim couldn't help noticing Mikey and Francis glancing over at him every few minutes, clearly waiting for him to leave the room.

When Tim stood up, they visibly relaxed and then tensed again as he walked into the kitchen instead of upstairs. Tim, who hadn't done it on purpose, felt guilty at this.

"I'm going to put some soup on," he told them, "and then I'll go look in on her. I know you're worried, but she really will be okay and we all have to eat lunch, after all."

There was no grumbling, of course, but Tim suspected that if they hadn't once been Pets, Francis and Mikey would have protested. Everyone would be fine, Tim reminded himself, and put the soup on to warm before finally heading up the stairs.

This time, he knocked and let himself in without waiting for an answer. Angie was sitting up again, dozing against her pillows, and opened her eyes when she heard him come in.

"Welcome back."

"Thanks, I think. How are you feeling now?"

She shrugged listlessly. "About the same, but bored. Is it lunchtime already?"

"It is. Do you think you could eat something?"

She grimaced but said, "Maybe a little. It doesn't sound great, but I should eat, even if I don't want to."

"That's the spirit."

"Can I come downstairs?" Angie asked, sounding like a child who was prepared to plead for what she wanted.

"If you feel up to it," Tim said. He didn't want to pressure her, but he hoped she would come downstairs. It would help Mikey and Francis relax if they could see her, he was sure.

"Okay, great. Give me one second." Tim turned his gaze slightly aside so that he wasn't staring awkwardly at her as she climbed out of bed and made her way across the room to retrieve a flannel robe that was hung over the back of a chair. She drew it tightly around her and shivered, but headed for the door.

"You need a hand?" Tim asked in the same fake-casual voice he felt like he had been using all day.

Angie’s feverish head felt faint and she was a little unsteady on her feet. She reached one hand out to brace herself on the doorframe and pressed the other hand to her brow.

"I think so," she replied reluctantly. "My poor head's all dizzy, still."

"Well, let's get you downstairs and settled on the couch, then." Tim gave her his arm to lean on and they made their way very slowly down the stairs.

When she entered the room, all three rescuees- even Nathan, who had not been so nervous- brightened up.

"Hi guys," Angie croaked and made sure to smile at them. Mikey beamed at her and Francis smiled warmly. They both looked happy to see her and more relaxed than they had been yet that day.

"Come sit down," Nathan said in a concerned voice, gesturing to the other end of the couch. "You look like you're gonna fall over."

"I'll be okay," Angie assured him, but she kept a hold on Tim's arm and let him help her across the room. She tucked her feet under her as she eased herself down onto the couch and leaned back with a light sigh.

"I'll get everyone lunch," Tim said, not that anyone was listening, and bustled off.

"Francis is very sorry that you're ill, Ma'am," Francis said in a shy voice. "He hopes you are not suffering very much."

"Nah, it's not that bad." She made the effort to smile. "Just... not quite myself today, that's all. It happens."

Tim returned with bowls of soup for Nathan and Francis and then set up a tray in front of Angie. She found that she didn't have much stomach for food and stopped after a few spoonfuls until she felt something brush her leg.

When she looked down, it was Mikey, touching her knee lightly to get her attention. She smiled wanly at him but he looked concerned. He reached up with his heavily bandaged right hand and tapped his mouth, telling her that she should eat.

Angie almost explained that she didn't want to, but then she took another look at Mikey's wide, earnest eyes and he tapped his mouth more insistently, then gestured clumsily at her bowl.

"Okay, I'll have some more," she agreed. "You're right. It'll be good for me." For his sake, she finished most of the bowl, although the meal was heavy in her belly and made her a little sick. Mikey and Francis- and Tim, she noticed- looked satisfied, which mostly made it worth it.

After lunch, Angie sat shivering on the couch while Tim cleared away the dishes. When he returned, he was carrying the thermometer.

"Time for another temperature check," he announced cheerfully, and stuck it under her tongue.

Angie's fever had apparently become a spectator sport, and she wasn't too sick to feel awkward with all four of them watching her as the number on the thermometer climbed.

"101.7," Tim announced. "And time for the patient to take her medicine."

"Francis would like to help," Francis said. He looked nervously from Angie to Tim and clasped his hands, which were shaking slightly. It made him nervous to speak up like that, but he was desperate to do something for poor Ma'am, who had so often comforted him when he was ill.

"Sure," Tim said, putting on his casual voice again so that Francis would know he was welcome to express himself freely. "I bet Angie would appreciate that. Right?"

"Sure," she agreed. "Thank you, Francis."

Tim got the bottle of medicine and helped Francis cross the room to sit in a chair next to Angie.

"Sir, could you please bring a cool washcloth?" Francis asked. "For Ma'am," he hastened to add.

Angie almost couldn't believe the sudden change in Francis, who had actually managed to communicate an intention and was now very nearly taking charge of something. He had even made a direct request of Tim. She realized why and her heart was so full that she almost cried. The slight red tint around Tim's eyes when he returned from the kitchen suggested that he had cried. Francis, who couldn't even refer to himself in first person, had asserted himself for Angie's sake.

She knew she would be thinking about the implications of that for a long time, but for now she tried to remain in the present.

Francis poured Angie's medicine into a spoon and held it out. At first, she started to raise her hand to take it, and then realized he was holding it towards her mouth. She tried not to smile as she let him administer it to her, just the way he fed Mikey when it was his turn to do so.

When the spoon was empty, Francis lay it neatly down on a napkin and took up the damp washcloth, folding it into a long rectangle. He leaned towards Angie and pressed it to her brow.

"This is an excellent thing to do when you are feverish," he said, looking very gentle and solemn. She wondered if he knew a cold washcloth was an ordinary fever treatment, or if he thought it was something special that only Tim knew about. "Francis found it very beneficial when he had a fever." He held the cloth in place for her, as if she was too feeble to do it herself, and Angie remembered how many hours Tim had sat with Francis just like this.

"Thanks, Francis," Angie said. "It does feel good."

"Francis is very sorry to see Ma'am so poorly," he replied in that same caring tone. "He hopes you will be much better soon."

Angie smiled around the room. "With all of you to take care of me, I know I will."

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Notes: I've got so many ideas for the Safehouse characters, but some of them fall outside of any specific spot on the timeline. Also, to be honest, I don't want to have to worry about the passage of time for every story I do in that series. So, while I'm definitely going to continue doing longer plot arcs, those plot arcs won't always have to follow one after the other. I'm also going to start letting myself just do standalone stories or short arcs like this one. Enjoy!

Tag list: @pigeonwhumps, @cepheusgalaxy, @i-eat-worlds, @honeycollectswhump @taterswhump,

@starfields08000 @whumpsday, @fruitypinapple00, @currentlyinthesprial

#bbu #box boy universe #the safehouse #sickfic #care for the caretaker

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Hi, I saw that your requests were open and wanted to ask if you could write a fluff where you are Pecco Bagnaia's daughter (or wife, whichever one you're more comfortable with) and you are sick but he doesn't want to leave your side at all and it's just really cute.

Instead of my alarm waking me up like it would any other morning today it was the pounding in my head. The last few days I haven't been feeling the best but clearly I'm more sick than I originally thought. I really wanted to go back to sleep but my headache was keeping me awake along with the fact that I felt so incredibly nauseous and the room was spinning slightly. If I had any ability to get up I would've gone to get myself some medicine to make me feel a bit better but I know that as soon as my feet hit the ground I will fall straight back down as I feel that awful. So instead of getting up I just sat myself up in bed I'm hopes that maybe I'll start to feel a bit better and be able to either sleep or get myself some medicine.

After just sitting and staring at the dark bedroom wall for a while I felt movement next to me in the bed which couldn't be anyone other than my wonderful husband Pecco. This whole time he had been sleeping peacefully next to me and I wasn't going to change that as he's not long got back from a few weekends away racing so he's still a bit jet lagged and who am I to deny him a full nights sleep. Despite me not moving at all as it simply takes too much effort Pecco still stirred himself awake and began staring up at me as he came back to the real world. I could see a mixture of sleep and confusion in his eyes it was like he was trying to grasp whether he was still dreaming or if I was actually just weirdly sat up in bed staring into the darkness. Realisation seemed to hit him all at once as he bolted upright and moved closer to my side of the bed now with a look of concern.

"Love are you ok what's wrong?" He asked

"I'm fine just go back to bed" I replied

"Baby you're burning up are you feeling ok?" He pressed while moving his hand around my forehead

"I don't feel great but I'll be fine just go back to sleep" I said

"Thats not happening lie down and I'll go get you some medicine" he said while leaving the room before I could stop him

It wasn't long before he was back with a glass of water and various pills to tackle all of my symptoms. He made sure I took all of them before heading to the bathroom to get a cold towel to put over my forehead. It's times like these that I truly get to appreciate how wonderful Pecco really is, he is always putting my needs first and making me his top priority which is what most people long for in a partner. He is always so caring and somehow knows exactly what I need at all times even if I can't communicate it which in situations like these when I'm not quite in my right mind is useful. After the towel wasn't as cold anymore he took it off my head and back to the bathroom before coming back to bed. Pecco opened his arms once he had got settled in bed signalling me to cuddle with him but I was hesitant as I don't want him to get sick as he has more races coming up soon. The longer I waited the more he began to pout thinking that I didn't want to cuddle.

"Why don't you want to cuddle with me?" He asked

"I do but I don't want to get you sick" I said

"Forget about that I just want to cuddle you and make you feel better" he said

He didn't need to do any more to convince me so I pretty much threw myself into his arms which he quickly wrapped around my waist to pull me as close as possible. I was quick to settle in with my head resting on his chest as his hand ran up and down my back in a soothing manner trying to help me fall back asleep. At some point he moved on from rubbing my back to playing with my hair which always puts me to sleep and this time was no exception as I could feel my eyes finally getting heavy as sleep began to take over.

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By the time I woke up again it was definitely light outside as the sun was shining though the curtains which were still closed. As my eyes began to open I went to turn and look at Pecco but I only found an empty space next to me. The space next to me prompted me to find my phone which quickly told me that it was nearly the afternoon which calmed my anxiety as it meant Pecco and probably just gone out training and hadn't mysteriously disappeared. As he's gone it means I have to drag myself out of bed to get myself something to eat and some water.

Getting out of bed was a big ordeal as I'm still feeling really tired and all of my muscles hurt so I had to do it step by step until I was eventually on my feet. Once out of the warm bed covers it was a bit chilly so I grabbed one of Pecco's hoodies that was sat on the side which instantly made me feel better as it smelled like him and I love to wear his clothes when they smell like him. On any other day I would wash my face and brush my teeth before going to eat breakfast but today I didn't have the motivation so instead I trudged towards the stairs very slowly. I took each step one at a time like an old lady because it hurt to go any quicker but eventually I made it downstairs. When I started to make my way to the kitchen I could smell something cooking, then I heard humming which couldn't be anyone else other than Pecco.

I must have been making more noise than I thought as before I could actually enter the kitchen Pecco appeared at the doorway to come and greet me giving me a hug which I didn't know I needed. Having his arms around me made feel so much more relaxed and as much as it didn't make any of my physical symptoms better it sure did make me feel better overall. He pulled away from me slightly and kissed my forehead before leaning down and kissing my lips which I didn't plan to let him do as it pretty much guarantees that he'll get sick but he was too quick for me. I let him kiss me a few more times before he picked me up and carried me to the sofa where he put me down and piled blankets on top of me to make me comfortable.

"How are you feeling this morning?" He asked

"A little better I think my fever is gone and my head doesn't hurt as much" I replied

"Good I made you some soup so you stay there and get comfy and I'll bring you some" he said

A few minutes later he came back with a bowl of soup and some tea which he put down in front of me before settling in to the sofa next to me. As I started eating Pecco grabbed the tv remote and put on my favourite movie which surprised me as he always says how much he hates having to watch it again but I guess there are benefits to being sick. I've watched this film so many times that I can quote nearly the whole thing especially my favourite scene where the two main characters confess their love for each other so I started to say the lines out loud until Pecco joined me. We went through the scene to begin with but then he went off script and started listing the things he loves about me which nearly made me cry but I held it together and even managed to give my own list of things I love about him. I think it was the most romantic thing we've ever done and of course it had to be when I feel like death so the memory is slightly tainted.

After we had finished being cheesy Pecco laid down on the sofa pulling me down with him so we could cuddle. He then put seemingly every blanket we own over the top of both of us and made sure to tuck me in tightly so no warmth could escape. Pecco truly is the best husband as I know for a fact in a few minutes he will be really hot under all these blankets but he won't move them unless I want him to. He is always so sweet especially when I'm sick he is always trying his best to take care of me which just proves that when the time is right he will be a great dad and I can't wait to see him with our baby one day.

We watched the rest of the movie together but once it ended I was starting to really get tired again which Pecco could obviously sense as he put on another movie but lowered the volume so it was basically just background noise. I tried watching for a bit but eventually I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore so I let myself take a nap but I made Pecco promise to wake me up in a few hours as I don't want to wreck my sleep schedule. Just as I was falling asleep Pecco started whispering in my ear about how much he loves me which out a big smile on my face as I finally fell asleep.

#pecco bagnaia x reader #pecco bagnaia fluff #motogp fluff #motogp one shots #motogp imagines #motogp imagine

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homenecromancer · 9 months

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[This post is a reprint of an interview with NaRae Lee conducted at San Diego Comic Con 2009, by Deb Aoki for about.com. I have removed web links so that this post will hopefully appear in tags -- please click the source link if you want to click and see, like, archived versions of Yen Press's website.]

Interview: NaRae Lee

Manhwa artist for James Patterson's Maximum Ride

By Deb Aoki, About.com

To celebrate the first birthday of Yen Plus magazine, Yen Press invited Korean comics artist NaRae Lee as their special guest at San Diego Comic-Con 2009. Lee is the artist behind the graphic novel adaptation of James Patterson's bestselling Maximum Ride novels for young adults that is currently being serialized monthly in the pages of Yen Plus.

Discovered by Yen Press Senior Editor JuYoun Lee, NaRae was able to make her U.S. debut working on a series that already had legions of devoted fans. It's a lot to live up to, but NaRae proved to be up to the challenge by delivering artwork that looks remarkably polished for a relative newbie to the world of international manga publishing.

This visit to San Diego was NaRae's first visit to the United States, and unfortunately, the trip from Korea to Southern California wasn't an easy one for her. The effects of jet-lag took their toll on the petite yet hard-working artist, which forced Yen Press to cancel her first planned autograph session on Friday afternoon. NaRae did manage to make it to the convention center to meet her fans on Saturday afternoon, which is when I caught up with her to ask a few questions.

NaRae tends to draw herself as a pudgy, chibi character in her artist's notes in Yen Plus, but in reality, she's a slender, shy and soft-spoken young woman who seemed somewhat surprised to see the line of fans who came to meet her and get her autograph. Yen Press Senior Editor JuYoun Lee kindly translated our conversation.

Q: Welcome to San Diego Comic-Con. It's great to have you here.

NaRae Lee: I'm happy to be here too.

Q: Did you see anything in the Exhibit Hall that you thought was really exciting and cool?

NaRae Lee: I've been sick (since I got to San Diego from Korea), so this is actually the first time that I've been to the convention center.

Q: Ah, too bad. I hope you get to see more of it over the next two days. When you got the call to do Maximum Ride, had you heard of the books before?

NaRae Lee: I didn’t know about them at first.

Q: What were your impressions when you read the script? Did anything strike you in particular that made you think, 'Wow, I should work on this project?'

NaRae Lee: I liked the characters a lot. They each had their own distinctive characteristics and personalities, so that was the big appeal for me.

Q: Which is your favorite character to draw?

NaRae Lee: Character-wise, my favorite is Iggy, but when I'm drawing I enjoy drawing Max the most.

Q: Why is that?

NaRae Lee: The way I'm drawing the character is like a lot of my taste, so I likes how the eyes and the clothes she wears came out. I'm enjoying drawing her very much.

Q: I was really impressed when I first saw your art for Maximum Ride. It's very accomplished, very professional-looking, and it reads very nicely. Is this your first long series?

NaRae Lee: Thank you. Yes, it's my first major series.

Q: Has it been an adjustment creating a new chapter on a monthly schedule?

NaRae Lee: It’s been tough.

Q: Do you have time to do other things, like draw your own manga stories?

NaRae Lee: I also have my own story, a manga that is currently being published in a Korean anthology. That also has a monthly deadline. That one is fortunately only eight pages a month, but still, because I'm juggling the two deadlines I've been having a tough time.

Q: What is the title and what is it about?

NaRae Lee: It’s called Sweetie Milky Propose and it’s for younger girls. It’s like a comedy, also has a bit of a romance going on. It's about four fairies from Milkland coming into the human world to find their princess, who doesn’t know she is a princess. It's very funny.

Q: That sounds cute -- I hope to see it some time! So how did you and JuYoun (Lee, Senior Editor of Yen Press) find each other?

NaRae Lee: (turns to JuYoun) You would know better about that!

JuYoun Lee:Well, there is like an anthology that her school puts out. I saw her like short story there and I immediately liked her art style. I thought she would be perfect for Maximum Ride, so I contacted her.

Q: Ah wow, so straight from college. So how long have you been drawing manga?

NaRae Lee: I've been drawing since I was in like fourth or fifth grade in elementary school. I also went to an animation high school, not just college, so I've been drawing for a long time.

Q: So what is the curriculum like at an animation university? Is it like mostly animation classes or is it like animation and regular school subjects?

NaRae Lee: Well, the college I go to is a manga college and my high school specialized in animation. You can also major in manga at the animation high school as well.

Q: So now that you've devoted so much of your life to drawing, what do you think is your greatest strength as an artist and what is the hardest thing for you to do?

NaRae Lee: I can’t really pinpoint my strong point because I think I'm still a newbie. So maybe the fact that I have lots of possibilities in front of me might be my strongest point.

The toughest thing that I have to deal with as I draw Maximum Ride is that the story is set in the States and this is literally my first chance I've had to visit North America. Because I'm based in Korea, it's tough to find all the reference photos and trying to imagine like (the various locations described in the script) is going to look like. This has been the hardest thing.

Q: Have you met Mr. Patterson? Have you talked with him?

NaRae Lee: (shakes her head) Ah, no. Not yet.

Q: Ah, too bad. Maybe sometime on your next visit to the U.S. Okay, so I know your fans who are for your autograph session are eager to talk to you, but do you have a special message for the fans who couldn’t join you here today?

NaRae Lee: Thank you very much for reading the books.

#apparently about.com got bought out and um... well it doesn't exist anymore so i resurrected this interview from the archives #maximum ride #long post #marlowe max ride site #marlowe talks maximum ride

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 24 - Woohoo-ed Up

Becca has officially joined the Hot Girls Only fitness club! Becca went to UBrite on a soccer scholarship, and her body clearly shows she’s quite fit. Too bad she’s feeling a bit out of it today.

Becca: Ugh! I’m just gonna… not right now.

Ophelia: You okay, girl? You seem off.

Becca: I dunno. Maybe I’m still jet lagged?

Summer: From a loading screen? I don’t think so.

Libby: Did you eat at any restaurants while we were in Sulani? Maybe you have food poisoning.

Becca: No, I just ate what Travis and Mark grilled for us, and some açaí bowls for breakfast. I took some medicine but I still feel kind of sick.

Libby: Oh no.

Ophelia: What?

Libby: Do you think the Watcher accidentally clicked Try For Baby?

Becca: What are you talking about?

Summer: Don’t act coy, we heard you two clanking around together in the shower.

Becca: Yeah but… The Watcher wouldn’t be so careless, right? I mean, we even made sure risky woohoo was turned off!

Ophelia: Hey, let’s stay calm, okay? We don’t know for sure what The Watcher clicked. Besides, not every Try For Baby ends in a baby.

Becca: I have to go take a pregnancy test!

Summer: Becca, wait! At least get changed first! That tan looks ridiculous!

Libby: Poor Becca.

Summer: I know. She can kiss those abs goodbye.

Libby: I was more concerned about the potential baby part.

Ophelia: Girls, Travis and Becca are reasonable Sims. Whatever happens, things will be just fine.

It's Ophelia's last night performing at The Blue Velvet Nightclub before she starts working for the Laurents. Her friends come to support her, and even Hector Laurent himself stops by to pay his respects! After all, this job is the reason he discovered her in the first place.

Travis: Hey, listen, we didn't want to make tonight about us, so we're going to tell the others back at the house, but we wanted to tell you before it starts to show... Becca is pregnant.

Ophelia: That's great! Or horrible! Pick whichever is the correct response.

Becca: I know I freaked out at the gym and Trav wasn't much calmer when I told him, but we both want kids anyway. Sure, this wasn't planned, but we've got two steady income sources and we really love each other. We've been planning all day. We're both actually really excited.

Ophelia: Well, I'm happy for you two, and I mean that.

Travis: Thanks. We're happy too. We're looking for a starter home in Willow Creek, so let us know if you hear anything.

Becca: A lot of them were autofilled by MC Command Center. It's a tough market out there right now.

Ophelia can't believe it. One of her best friends is going to be a dad! What a perfect way to end spring. Things can only go up from here!

The Municipal Muses Museum. Once of the first places Ophelia came when she moved to Willow Creek. She remembers looking at this very statue, hoping some day she could... Hey, where did it go? I didn't even see her reach for it this time! She's getting good!

#The Sims #The Sims 4 #The Sims 4 Legacy #The Lemon Legacy #TS4 #The Sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 #generation 1 #ophelia #becca #travis #summer #libby #hector #technically

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alexracheltravel · 1 year

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Day Two: Good Ol' Northern Vietnam

Day two began quite early and this time, it was by choice. We had a big tour ahead of us. The hotel breakfast has been excellent so far and today was no exception. Pho bo for Alex and pho ga for Rachel. We included a healthy side of fruits as well.

Our tour bus picked us up at 7:45. His name was Phuong but he said, call me Happy. He used that word, happy, many times. Emphasis on language made it stick in our minds. It was a tad corny, silly, but his charming personality allowed us to power through the two hour trip out of the city and into Ninh Binh, in North Central Vietnam.

Hang Mua - the dragon mountain. 500 stairs and no elevator, cable car, or anything like that. What a climb. The viewpoint had two statues: one of Buddha, and the other of a stone dragon. Alex climbed all the way up to touch the dragon - a sign of good fortune, or so says the man who used the word happy in every other sentence. At the top we could see the river with mountains and if we turned around we saw the city of Ninh Binh.

Around noon we went to a buffet lunch, which was nothing we want to write more about. But we did get to chat with some of our tour companions, including two other Americans who just so happened to reside in Sunnyside, Queens.

At the restaurant we picked up some bicycles and we rode to the original capital of Vietnam. By original we mean a thousand years ago. The former site of the palace of Dinh Bo Linh. The cycling was not too hard but the bicycles were pretty beaten up, and the seats were fixed low for a shorter Vietnamese size. We still strolled through to view a temple, and gaze upon older architecture including stone "dragon beds."

After the temple visit, it was time for our boat ride, which we both would agree was the highlight of the excursion.

Trang An. We took a boat with our fellow New Yorkers for a two hour ride gazing in awe at limestone mountains, spying distant temples and navigating through caves. We didn't do any of the navigation, however - that was our boater - an unnamed older Vietnamese lady. It was a terrific trip, with mountains that could truly split clouds and inspire dreams. The caves were gorgeous and sparkled when we waved the light at it. You can thank the calcium deposits for that.

With all that traveling, we passed out on the bus ride home. For sure.

We got home, grabbed our jackets and grabbed some dinner at a recommended pho spot. That's right. Two bowls of pho in one day. And we gotta say: it was terrific.

But that wasn't all. We ended our night by going to Vietnam's premier craft beer tavern. American style craft beer, mixed with Vietnamese flavors like passionfruit, guava, jasmine. This spot was on par with all the New York breweries and we made sure that we'd visit their Ho Chi Minh City location. Speaking of Ho Chi Minh City, that's where we're headed tomorrow. It was a sad goodbye to Hanoi but we can't stay in one place forever.

Total distance: six miles walked, three miles of cycling, and 34 flights of stairs.

Rachel: What a day. I feel like we saw so much and I'm filled with excitement and exhaustion. Where to even begin?

Alex: How about our new friends and neighbors? We met a couple who live in Queens and spent a decent amount of time with them. A very long boat ride. We talked a lot. How do you feel about them?

R: They remind me of a younger us.

A: Really?

R: Kind of! But they were different in that they are both in law school and both are more scared of the world that we ever were. And that's saying something for me.

A: I'd rather be on the boat with them than the Austrians who arrived late, got on the wrong bus at one point, coughed the entire time (I think he has asthma, not sick) and were generally not the vibe. What part of your body is most sore?

R: My thighs from the 500 very large steps that we did to get to a really incredible view.

A: Not gonna lie, at one point I was kind of worried you were really not doing well.

R: Well after nine miles yesterday, and still battling jet lag, the struggle is real.

A: The two bowls of pho didn't cure jet lag? We talked about this aloud but our hotel has really good breakfast. The pho was just as good in our hotel as in the best pho spot in Hanoi.

R: With a line to prove it!

A: For real. And all locals too. But we're leaving Northern Vietnam now. What memories will you take closest to you?

R: The boat ride today had caves. Limestone caves. It really reminded me of my dad and made me miss him a lot but grateful for all he taught me and felt like he was there with us.

A: It was my first thought too. I thought about the last time we went caving in Belize. And we're going scuba diving next week. It's these memories and trips that connect us to the people that we love that make it more special.

R: So what memories will you keep?

A: Idk, pho?

R: I'm still dreaming about these summer rolls.

A: Next stop is a place that'll feel like summer. Saigon!

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min-yunki-agustd · 2 years

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Hi there my friend!! I'm glad to read again your works!! So happy!! I love them!!

I would want to request a fic about our lovely BTS boys in an imposter event, whatever you choose, it even could be the Grammys or whatever.

And the sickie baby being Hoseokie, the nerves plus the jet lag having him tired, he didn't slept well and during the event he began with a headache, so the members notice this and the cameras, he is looking sick, tired, and rubbing his temples and forehead, he looks pale, sweating and a little in pain, he keeps closing his eyes.

After the event lucky for him he survived, but during the vlive next following the event his headache developed into a full-kicking-ass bad migraine (uffff how I hate those) he tries to hide it, but his stomach is upset, he is now dizzy, nauseous, his eye sight is blurry, the lights stings and electrifies his eyes with pain and blindness, the noise and voices makes his skull turn into a drum and almost burst open from pain, and now his cute tummy is upset, whirling like a washing machine.

They notice soon he feels sick, he confess having a migraine je stands up and falls into Jungkook, who has to carry him bridal style to his hotel room, after the vñive finishes the found a sick Hoseok, he had vomit all over the bed, himself, he is whining in pain his head and stomach jurst so bad, he can speak from pain, and his legs are like jelly.

Members began to take care of him, medicine, bath, cleaned clothes, cold ice compress to his head, and warm ones for his stomach, a bucket, etc.

Hope you can write it! I really would appreciate it!!! Fighting!

Hello there! I'm glad you like my work! that motivates me to keep going so thank you for reading and enjoying it!

I'll choose the AMA's since it wasn't too long ago. I also there's a lot I can take from that night.

Sickie: Hobi

Caretakers: OT7

TW: mention of descriptions of V****

Thank you so much for requesting!

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The members finally got a chance to sit in the crowd of people. They all sat in a row of couches They tried to look calm, collected every time the camera role in front of them. But they were all excited and nervous. Hosek felt like he was the most nervous out of the seven members. He was typically more outgoing and would usually be ready to bust a move, especially for the camera. The members when having a good time standing up and dancing, enjoying the music from other artists. Everyone except hobi. He had an elbow on the small table provided to hold drinks. He had the worst headache. He was also terribly get lagged. He couldn't really enjoy the even like the others, he couldn't muster up some fake fun.

He was hoping that if a camera came by that it would capture namjoon, v, jk, and Jimin who were all standing. Or focus on the two older hyungs who were sitting but clapping along and enjoying the loud music. but no out of all the members the cameras caught him. They played hobi's weak reaction to the music on the screen. The members got quiet, the members standing still danced along to the beat. All the member's attention is on the screen. He looked so... sick? The younger members brushed it off as nerves, but the other members plus the leader knew better. They knew something had to be wrong with hobi. namjoon looked back at hobi and so did Jimin.

Before Joonie had even said anything to him he stopped and looked at j hope. He was super sweaty, every now and then he'd rub his temples like his head hurt. All of the colors were gone from Jhope's typically warm and inviting skin tone. Leaving him to look pale and sickly. Jimin spoke up before Joonie finished examining him with his eyes. " Are you ok hobi? " There was so much concern in Jimin's voice. " I think I have a headache,... well.... to feels worse than that maybe a migraine?" Hobi closed his eyes and put his head in his hands. joon noticed how sweaty hobi was. He was surprised he hadn't sweat threw his shirt completely.

He knew hoseok was in a lot of pain, Jimin must have sensed it too because he quickly sat down beside hoseok and began to comfort him.

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It was finally over, hoseok can barely believe he made it out of that place alive. He was so tired. He wanted nothing more than to lay down. His headache was a full-blown migraine now, he was sweating bullets and his stomach was starting to feel upset. how is he still nervous even after the event. He almost didn't notice but the vlive has already started. The crew left what felt like the brightest lights they had for the vlive. The lights sting his eyes and electrifies the pain that felt like was banging behind his eyes and temples. he knew it was a migraine when his vision began to blur he could barely see anything. his stomach swirls. he doesn't even bother with the celebration food all the members picked and ate. he didn't even want to give his stomach a chance.

The longer the live went on, the longer he had to sit with a bookie of food in front of him, just looking at the food made his stomach swirl like a washing machine. he rubbed his stomach. Ever since Jimin and namjoon noticed, that he wasn't doing so hot all of the members have kept an eye on him. They noticed everything from him sweating, to him constantly touching his temples and closing his eyes trying to hide and shield them from the light.

It was all too much he just couldn't take it anymore. He confessed out loud to everyone to having a terrible migraine and wanting to go to bed. Yoongi notices a weak he looks and asked if he needed help getting to bed. " I think I got it." Jhope falls down, landing almost completely onto jungkook. Jungkook slightly messing around took this as an opportunity to lift up hope and carry him. Jhope was completely surprised at this and so was his stomach. His stomach didn't like being carried around at all. Jungkook carried his hyung bridal style. Jhope was way too tired to even argue as to why he wouldn't let him walk there himself , hobi just kept his face hidden in jungkook chest hiding his eyes from the bright lights of each hall they walked through.

Jungkook gently placed his hyung in the bed. Let me know if you need anything at all. Jungkook turned off the lights in hobi's room and the light outside in the hall knowing that would help out hobi's migraine a bit.

As soon as the vlive was over they all rush over to hoseok's room to check on him. They instantly smelt something awful. Jimin turned on a small lap to see what was going on but did not want to disturb jhope if he was still sleeping. Once they could finally see what was going on all of their jaws drop to the floor. Hoseok was in fact awake he was sitting up with his hands on his stomach winning about the pain but not saying it in actual words. Hoseok was covered in chunks of unproperly digested food. from his shirt to his pants.

The was vomit everywhere. V had to step out of the room momentarily, he felt like he might gag at the sight and didn't want hobi to feel bad if he did. The sight was no for the weak stomach. Yoongi stepped into action after dealing with this many times before. Joon grabs him some clean clothes. "got It!" joon says going into hobi's duffle bag. V go grab some towels. "already on it." v yells out. before yg could say anything else Jimin had already left out the room for cleaning supplies. Jungkook looked for something to put hobi's sheets in. "can you help me with him?" yoongi asked Jin knowing he'd have a strong enough stomach to help with the actual sickie. Jin pulled off hobi's shirt and yg got his chunky vomit-covered pajama pants.

Together with Jin and yoongi lead hobi to the bathroom for a bath. they let jhope sit there for a while with the lights off. Jin and yg help jhope get cleaned up and dressed while everyone else prepared hobi's room to sleep in. V couldn't go inside his room until the smell had aired out so he opted for grabbing the complimentary water and crackers he found in the kitchen of the hotel. Namjoon and Jimin cleaned the bed the best they could and ordered a sheet and a comforter for the room which had arrived in a fast manner. Jungkook took the messed-up sheet and clothes and threw them in the washing machine. He hoped to salvage them for the hotel's sake but figured if he couldn't they'd just add a big extra to the tip and buy hobi more clothes.

Things finally died down. There were fewer members running around doing stuff. hoseoks' room was finally ready. He got into clean clothes with the help of yoongi and jin who guided him to his bed. J hope looked at the bed, it was as if nothing even happen in the room. He wishes he could thank the boys for the help they all gave him but he was still in far too much pain to speak.

All seven of the members stood and watched as hobi was guided and placed carefully into bed. V ran out and ran back in with a bucket to place by his side. " just in case" v stated. Suga walked out for a moment and grabbed medicine for jhope from his marry Poppins bag. " this one will help with nausea and this one will help with your migraine it works very well. " yg fed him the medicine using the water tae placed be side hobi's bed. The members all wished hobi a good night and left. Jimin stayed behind to rub hobi's stomach until he fell asleep.

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this fic was cute I liked doing it a lot.

I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!

#btssickfic request #sick bts #bts ot7 #bts emeto #jhopesickie #caretaker and whumpee #caretaker jin #namjoon caretaker #caretaker junkook #caretakerjimin #sickhobi #caretaker yoongi #tw stomachache #tw nausea #tw emetophobia #tw vomit

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never-quite-logistical · 3 years

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“The memory we used to share is no longer coherent.”

written for a sort of game with my friend, @little-kat07 (the sentence starter was edited to fit the context better, sorry Kat) (if there are any mistakes, plot-holes, or Logan being ooc: no there isn't i wrote this when i was very sick give me a break) so this doesn't actually have a happy end. this ends with both Logan and Roman sad. just. just warning you

au: human ig?? high-school?? Not Canon pairing: (post??/one-sided) logince cw: i don't think there's any, lmk if im wrong tho word count: ...1,272 (i'm sorry)

2:35P.M., just like they had decided; Logan was always so precise with time. It’s one of the things Roman had fallen in love with. But that was years ago, back in high school.

For some reason though, Logan wasn’t here yet. That was unusual for him. He was never lost, or distracted—or late, for that matter. He was always so… so focused, set on whatever he had planned. He should know where this cafe was, too, it was where they met every day after school, from sophomore to senior year, and a year after that.

Roman checked his phone. Maybe he was early? His time perception had been a little off, courtesy of the jet lag from travel. 2:37 and Logan still wasn’t there. Maybe he stood him up? No, Logan wasn’t the type. He never was–

The loud screech of metal on cement across from him broke Roman from his thoughts; Logan had arrived. He looked just as good as when they were in high school, too. The same nerd he fell in love with. Logan wore his glasses, button-up, jeans, and a tie. “Hey, nerd,” Roman greeted teasingly, a soft smile on his face.

“Salutations, Roman,” Logan replied, smoothing down his shirt. “How are you?” he asked. His usual monotone voice was tinted with a smile.

“Always so formal, even after all these years,” Roman commented. “I already ordered for us. What we always got,” he smiled. Nostalgia.

Logan nodded, glancing down at the table. What was he supposed to talk about? He was never good at conversation.

Well, Roman seemed to notice—or maybe even remember—that fact, and with another charming smile, he cleared his throat and began talking. “Do you remember the first party I took you to?” he asked.

A smile flashed over Logan’s face. Only a small one, but Roman caught it, even if only for a moment. “Yes, I remember. You told me we’d study because you were failing science. You picked me up and took me to the party instead. I didn’t appreciate it,” he commented, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice.

“It was fun though,” he insisted. “You thought it was fun. You stayed over at my house that night, remember?”

He sighed, but he couldn’t hide the small smile creeping across his face. “Yes, I remember. I still wanted to study,” he commented.

Roman scoffed, leaning back in his chair and running a hand through his seemingly always perfect hair. “You did not, liar.”

Logan laughed—oh, god, that amazing laughter that only Roman seemed to be able to draw out of him—and shook his head. “No, I didn’t. It was two in the morning. But you were still failing, even at two in the morning.”

He shook his head with a smile, his glowing smile that was always so contagious, and sighed. “How about that time we went for a walk on the beach, and it was raining? It was raining, hard, and you loved it.” God, he what he wouldn’t do to see Logan smile like he did that day every morning.

“I didn’t love being sick the next day,” he commented. “Though, what else was I expecting in winter, I suppose.”

“I took care of you though,” Roman added with a smile. “And I cuddled with you until you were all better.”

Logan sighed, glancing away for a moment. “You got sick, too.”

“Yes, well, I don’t think it mattered much if I got to spend the day with you,” Roman smiled at the memory. Oh, how he wanted to do that again.

He was saved from answering though, from telling Roman what he told him all those years ago, when their food came.

And Roman got them exactly what he got them back in high school, on their first date. He got them two coffees and a plate of assorted fruits. (Logan had always wanted to be healthy, no matter how often Roman suggested shakes and cupcakes.)

“Thank you, Ro,” Logan smiled softly, recognizing the fond memory they shared.

How he longed to hear Logan call him pet names again. He didn’t voice that though; instead, he just smiled. “You’re welcome, lovely.”

Logan hesitated at the name. Only for a second. “Right,” was all he mumbled before he picked up a strawberry.

Oh. That wasn’t the response he wanted from the old pet name. “So… what’ve you been doing since I left?” he asked, just wanting to lighten the mood again.

Logan, upon the changed topic, seemed to brighten again, or at least wasn’t as stoic. “I’ve been teaching,” he explained. “I sometimes tell them stories about you,” he admitted. “I tell them all about the Broadway-famous boyfriend I had in college,” he added in a teasing tone. The way the light shone in Logan’s eyes when he smiled couldn’t be rivaled by anything, but Roman had decided this long ago.

But Roman just gave a soft chuckle in response, a smile adorning his features, too. “I’m not on Broadway, Lo,” he reminded.

“Yet,” Logan corrected. And that’s why Roman had fallen so hard so fast. Logan might be grounded and calm, but he was always ready to motivate, compromise with, and encourage his loved ones.

He laughed, shaking his head gently and sighing. “Always so optimistic when it comes to me getting famous,” he teased.

They went on like this for a while. Logan got excited, Roman remembered how much he adored him. To anyone watching, they were still in love, too. And, god, how much Roman missed this. To be close, laughing and smiling, to go home together and watch cheesy romcoms, to sleep in bed with Logan’s softest blankets. To wake up before Logan and take a sweet picture of them cuddling and send it to the group chat (always to Logan’s dismay), to make him coffee and toast, to read together each morning, to do all the little things Roman so desperately missed. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t been hooking up and indulging in quick relationships for all these years, trying to ignore his love for Logan.

But the moment they finished their coffees and fruit, the moment Logan paid for the check, the moment he got up to leave, Roman stood and took his hands. “Logan, I miss you. I’ve missed you. I’m sorry things weren’t working before. But we were happy, for the longest time we were happy. Do you,” he paused and took a deep breath, somehow managing to look into Logan’s eyes, “Would you maybe want to… try again?” he offered hopefully, an optimistic smile playing at his lips.

Logan glanced away, gently squeezing Roman’s hands. “Ro, I loved you. You know that,” he responded, his heart metaphorically sinking at the thought of having to do this again. “But… Roman, I’m afraid the memories we used to share… they’re no longer coherent,” he explained softly. “I’m sorry.”

And with that, he left. Again. And Roman was heartbroken. Again. This really should be left on a happier note, but unfortunately, some things just don’t work out that way. Roman will have always loved Logan, the thought of settling for second best being like the thought of stars falling from the skies or the seas drying up. And Logan felt awful going home that night. They may have still had feelings for each other, but he knew it wouldn’t work out; they were never the most compatible people.

Logan would be lying if he said that the reason for leaving wasn’t because a little part of him thought he wasn’t deserving of Roman.

#TAGGING wooooo #ts logan #ts roman #romantic logince #(i think)#(im sick im sorry if logince shippers don't want to see this im very tired)#logince #this was so fun to write #misc

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thatsdemko · 5 years

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Get better-S.Knight

Requested: yes|no

A/N: I wrote this on wattpad and forgot to publish it on here...

Let me know your thoughts if you have any!

It had been two weeks. Two weeks too long since you've seen Spencer and you were starting to get lonely. You had missed him so much and you were excited for when he would finally arrive home from Sweden. One of the things that didn't help was getting into an argument two days before he had left so you both didn't talk at all the whole time. You missed his voice and his comfort. The past two weeks were not friendly to you. For two days you had a horrific migraine which resulted in going to get an MRI done, and missing school from those days which caused you to fall behind on school work and having to catch up and prepare for three tests, and you really had needed Spencer's voice to calm you and help you get through this week, but you were still so mad at him for what had happened before he left.

It was a Tuesday evening when you started getting snapchats from the guys about being home, while you were studying for your multiple tests when you couldn't take it any longer. You were missing material from not being there, the work you had to learn by yourself was not enough to answer any questions, and your migraine was starting to come back after being resolved for almost two weeks. You had went down to your mother in tears when she just decided to tell you to not go to school tomorrow and give yourself an extra day to get caught up even if it meant missing new material tomorrow. You went back up to your room taking your medication as you decided to try and sleep it off when you got a phone call seeing it was Spencer as you quickly answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hi, are you okay? Jack said you were crying in your recent snap to him? Look I'm sorry for what happened before Sweden I shouldn't have been a jerk but I'm concerned about you. What's going on?"

You told him everything that had happened while he was away and he apologized again and again as your migraine was now starting to get worse for you. The medication was no good and listening to Spencer ramble on as it had gotten worse feeling like you were going to throw up now.

"Spencer, I'm not feeling too well I really need to get some rest." You apologized starting to get even more sick as you rushed out of the room and your phone fell onto the floor.

"Y/n? Y/n, are you there?" Spencer asked removing the phone from his ear seeing you were still there before pressing it back up against his ear as he got into the Uber telling the driver your address wanting to come see you now.

"Spence, I'm going to get some rest I just threw up I'm really sorry."

"That's okay, love, I hope you feel better."

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When you had woke up it was because the hallway light shining into your room for a minute before the door quickly closed as you looked over to see a big slightly bulky figure moving closer to your bed as they approached you made out that it was Spencer and he had a few things in his hands.

"Spence," you whispered and he shushed you, "ssh go back to sleep, love I'm not here." He set the things down on your nightstand about to walk out of your room when you called for him, "please stay, I missed you." You said and he couldn't say no. He missed you too and wanted to be with you, but he also needed to unpack and he was exhausted from the flight home.

"I missed you too." He sighed laying down in bed next to you now as you moved closer and he began to stroke your hair lightly, "how are you feeling?"

"Still have a migraine it's not as bad though." You whispered pulling yourself closer to him as he drew circled on your back with his fingers as your head rested on his chest.

"Your mom made me bring you food up here in case if you were hungry."

"Oh god I probably look like a mess." You muttered to yourself trying to fix your hair as much as you could in the dark and Spencer laughed, "your room is so dark, love, I can't even see you."

You sighed about to adjust next to Spencer with your eyes closed listening to him talk for a few until you started to feel nauseous again which resulted in you rushing up out of bed and Spencer following behind you into the bathroom closing the door behind him and turning on the lights before coming up from behind you grabbing a hold of your hair for you.

"You really don't feel well huh?" He asked as you flushed the toilet getting up now from where you were standing wiping your mouth shaking your head gently.

You looked up at him running your hand over the beard that was now on his face that wasn't there when he had left. "When did this happen?" You asked and he shrugged blushing now, "oh uh I just grew it out, you know?"

You nodded your head, again gently, as you even noticed his hair was a bit longer and starting to curl. You had always wanted to see what his hair would look like a bit out grown than what it normally was.

"You look really handsome," you said running your fingers through the one curl with a bright smile on your face as he laughed, "it's getting a bit long though–"

"No no I like it come on two weeks I haven't seen you and you're not changing for another week please?" You begged walking out of the bathroom now feeling a lot better after having thrown up that you were able to turn one of your lamps on next to your bed.

"I'll think about it, but you just need to get better, okay?" He asked closing your bedroom door now as you laid down on your bed. You had put your phone away not even wanting to be on it to cause anymore problems so it was just you and Spencer with nothing in between you two.

"I will, but tell me about Sweden? How was it?"

"It was beautiful you would have loved it." He said as you laid down in between his legs as he wrapped his arms around you, "yeah? What was your favorite part?"

"Besides playing it was the food for sure. I brought you back a shirt, although I think it's with my hockey equipment."

"Oh lovely that means I'll have to wash it five times before I get to wear it."

"Hmmm I don't know," Spencer mumbled as his eyes became heavier laying there with you. He wanted so badly to stay awake, and talk with you but jet lag was catching up to him. You were also getting a bit tired feeling a lot more comfortable and relaxed with him being there. You sighed resting your head on his chest reaching over and turning the lamp off as you snuggled in close to him as his head now rested on top of yours hearing him mumble words, "I hope you feel better tomorrow."

"Me too, goodnight, Spence."

"Night, y/n."

#hockey imagines #ntdp #usntdp #hockey #s.knight #spencer knight

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consulting-cannibal · 7 years

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I came across your stuff (totally in love) and I'm just... a bit... confused... about you and Rob B? Like, how did that entire... thing start... ? (so many ellipses) (*「･ω･)ﾝ？

thanks! BUT I DON’T KNOW

so to finally figure it out, i’m going to sit down and actually go back to The Beginning and create a brief timeline wherein i try to work out what happened and when SO PREPARE YOURSELF (i’ll put it under a break for ur consideration)

ok so 2013:

i went to my first (and supposed to be only) SPN con in england. i was excited about meeting friends (and…….very MUCH misha,) but deeply, deeply fell in love with R2M. still no spiral but their ability to do humorous improv on-stage murdered me

did NOT see swain perform because i was too jet-lagged and had never heard them before, i was scared i was going to fall asleep during the show

2014:

started going to U.S. cons. did my first swain piece–which friends shared with them because i was too scared

found out the band had it saved on their phones and i died

later this year, at a swain show outside of a con that i wasn’t at, rob saw that same piece on a friend’s phone case. he showed it around, and later found me on twitter. swain was one of the first accounts to follow my small and sad twitter at the time lol

I DID THE FIRST GOD’N’GABE!! which was a result of continuing to watch r2m panels on my own accord

also this happened:

2015:

i made THE SECOND GOD’N’GABE!! rob insisted he was a fan of my work, and told me how much he’d been signing the books. he got both volumes from me throughout the year!

kings of con was announced and i BECAME A HUGE SUPPORTER

apparently there were people showing him my stuff all throughout this year because he remembers things i’ve done that i hardly remember myself

2016:

a friend and i cosplayed characters from his short film The Sidekick!! because of this film, i found out he’s a big fan of comics, and also in a really similar head space as myself

i went to my first swain show outside of a con and got……..very inebriated. the only thing i vividly remember was telling him that i was scared of him. he also asked me about the third g’n’g because he’d done a pose for it at a european con. he did not seem to take my fear seriously.

i did the Covers With Friends cover!! which he’s on multiple times! i also went to my first meet and greet, which was with swain, and he mentioned it–even though i was improperly credited. he had no idea :’u

g’n’g 3 was released at that same time!! we did an art trade. but shortly thereafter i got VERY SICK. i found out this deeply worried him and i felt v bad

KoC was released while i was in CA, and by pure chance, i was able to go to it. i felt so at home there, and knew more people than i thought ;u; didn’t talk a lot because i was scared to take up time, but we ended up standing around and drinking in the same place anyway lmao

KYLE THE DRAGON WAS BORN! found out i became a running joke in the greenroom at cons as “the one that can turn a joke on stage into a shirt and a mug that the next person in line to ask a question is already wearing”

throughout 2015-2016 i found that rob’s face is something kind and familiar to me, so i started painting him. a lot. i found this is what someone traditionally calls a “muse” but never thought that way?? i found that i suffer from chronic pain, and i just meditate when i paint him because he’s familiar

throughout these cons, you guys have mentioned me to him on stage or showed him works of mine, and in equal parts i’ve gotten to know his music and work a lot more, too. we hang out with a lot of the same people and have some similar issues, so i think it was just a pretty natural happening?? there are more things but i think those are the highlights

(this is when i was super drunk. i……………………am like 90% sure he’s laughing at me here. again, did not take my fear very seriously)

#askbutt #long post #LIKE WE DON'T TALK A TON #or hit each other up on the weekends to go to family bbq's #but we're both mentioned so second-hand to the other by our peers #i think it just formed a strange and comfortable comradery that no one expected #hannahtheblah

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