#and a lil bowl of soup and a hug

[maybege]

i have so much love for every single person on my dash and in my notifs, it’s unbearable ♥️

[wheeboo]

seventeen and saying “I love you” for the first time

PAIRING. seventeen (ot13) x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, slight angst?, headcanons/scenarios, established/implied hidden relationship, idol au WARNINGS. some kissing, consistent terms of endearment, just absolute softness dude. WORD COUNT. 3.4k

requested by anon: hi hiii i love your writings and i see the reqs is open. so how do you think svt would say 'i love you' for the first time? like, they're people who's being supervised all the time and very busy, so they're pretty hesitant about whether the relationship will work out or not but then he realizes that it means so much to him after some time.

notes: i hope i manage to capture ur request well aaaa i’m not confident. for this i wrote a lil scenario under each member instead of the usual long ass descriptions, but i thinki veered off the request oops and they get more silly as you read more LOL. sorry this took such a long time and if it seems repetitive! i started running out of ideas alksjderj

choi seungcheol

“Y/N, you don’t need to𑁋”

“cheol, I insist,” you bring your hands to his shoulders, directly him to lay down on the bed. “just rest up, please. let me cook for us tonight, okay?”

seungcheol could only watch as you disappear into the kitchen, coming back in with a steaming bowl of soup. the constant practice and performances ultimately made the stress hit him at once. and you being you, took this as the opportunity to take care of him.

you sit down at the edge, carefully lifting a spoonful of soup and before bringing it to him, grinning at the satisfied hum that leaves his lips.

as you continue feeding him, you ramble on about your day, and he could only listen. it’s these moments he’s grown to cherish where the stresses of his other life dissipate and he lets himself be taken care of, but these burdening feelings for you lingers. 

you’ve constantly assured him that taking care of him was a way to show that you want this relationship as much as he does, despite all the consequences. it always brings a certain flutter to his heart, almost like a hug he’s always needed. he’s known the feeling for a while now.

he doesn’t realise you’ve finished talking as he sees you stand up, but he’s quick to grab your hand. 

“wait, uh,” he starts, and you see the hesitation flicker in his face for a moment. pursing his lips together, he looks back up at you with nothing but adoration. “you know that I love you, right?”

you blink, nearly dropping the bowl from the way your hands grow limp at his words.

“well,” you smile shyly. “now I do.”

yoon jeonghan

“angel? what are you doing?”

“me?” you ask as if it wasn’t blatantly obvious you were the only person in the room. “just folding your laundry.”

jeonghan can’t help the smile to his face as he enters into the bedroom, placing himself down next to you at the edge of the bed. he could lay down if he wanted to; he finds his body exhausted from rehearsal. but he doesn’t want to lay down yet, at least not without you.

“what do you say I drop by your dressing room before your performance?” you ask him with nothing but hopefulness. 

he lifts a brow. “are you sure? don’t you have work tomorrow?”

you smile at him, folding up his last shirt. “nope. called in sick so I can attend your stage. thought you’d need me to charge you up with energy, you know?”

jeonghan’s heart does a particular leap. for nearly every performance that you visit him at, he finds himself continuously clinging onto you for good energy and support. he does it out of spite, simply because he loves the feeling of your body, your warmth, your love against him, like a constant reminder that you are there, and you are real.

“I think I’d love that very much.” he sits closer to you, snaking an arm around your waist once you place his folded shirt down, pulling you closer to him.

and he knows he’s done for when he hears those giggles leave your mouth.

so he leans in close, whispering something in your ear he has always wanted to say for the longest time now.

“but not as much as I love you.”

joshua hong

no matter what day it was, joshua always finds himself waking up in the mornings before you do. even after an exhausting day of rehearsal the previous night, he still wakes up before you.

his eyes flutter open as he peers in your direction, a soft smile crossing his face at the sight of your chest heaving up and down rhythmically. he doesn’t want to disturb you, but you’re just so darn cute and beautiful, and the rest of the day is fortunately free for the two of you. 

“sweetheart,” he lets a finger poke lightly at your nose, smirking to the way it crinkles from his touch. “wake up, remember it’s my day off today?”

“mmmh,” you grumble, playfully batting away his hand with yours. “ten more minutes.”

joshua knows he can’t get himself to resist you, so he lays back down in bed directly across from you. he doesn’t fall back asleep, instead only lets his eyes wander admiringly over your features, and he thinks he can wake up like this next to you for the rest of his life, even with his busy career. 

he knows the consequences when it comes to love, but he’s willing to love you to himself all he can.

leaning in, he presses a tender kiss to the top of your forehead.

“I love you.” he mutters quietly, and he catches sight of the subtle lift at the corner of your lips.

wen junhui

you find jun napping soundly on the couch. or so you think he is, because the moment you approach up to him, you find a pair of arms lodging around your waist and pulling you into the couch, a surprised yelp leaving your mouth. 

“jun! oh my god𑁋what are you𑁋”

“you’re finally home, my little blanket~”

“you are ridiculous,” you murmur annoyingly, but end up naturally relaxing in his arms anyway like you always do. pressing up against him, you let your head fall to the crook of his neck, where it seems to fit perfectly. “long day today?”

you feel the rise and fall of his chest, a deep sigh leaving his lips. 

“just tired,” he responds. “but better now that you’re here.”

you smile against his skin. “you know you count on me for anything, right?”

there’s some silence, a silence thick with unspoken thoughts, but it’s mainly jun who can feel it. he knows he can, knows he can tell you anything that comes to his mind and that you’ll listen. it’s just... a bit terrifying being this intimate, this in love with you knowing it can jeopardise his career. but he’s already in deep. he knows he is.

“can I tell you something?” he asks, voice laced with nervousness.

he feels you nod in his embrace.

taking in a deep breath, he pulls back to be able to see you.

“I... I love you,” he confesses, feeling the heaviness lift off his heart. “been wanting to say that for a while.”

and if it was possible for your heart to smile as well, nothing stops you from kissing him.

kwon soonyoung

“would we still be together if I was on a five-year long tour?”

“mhm.”

“what if I had to move countries?”

“of course.”

“even if I turn into a tiger?”

“surprisingly, yes.”

a pause.

“...would we still be together if I wasn’t an idol?”

“a million times yes, soonie.” you grab his soft face in your hands, giving a gentle squeeze to his cheeks. “I can assure you we would still be together no matter what.”

that was all the reassurance he needed. soonyoung can’t help the excitement bubbling in his chest as he’s quick to lean in and pepper your face with kisses, causing chuckles to elicit out your lips as you fall down on the couch behind with your boyfriend hovering above you, staring down at you with loving eyes and a goofy, lovesick smile.

“gosh, I love you so much, Y/N,” he mumbles against your lips. “and I’m gonna tell you that for the rest of the night.”

jeon wonwoo

“no, no, what if someone saw us? I should have been more careful, I’m so sorry𑁋”

“Y/N,” wonwoo’s voice is firm and demanding, and you make yourself shut up. “it’s okay.”

“but𑁋”

“darling,” he grabs your hand into his, letting the other drift up to cup your cheek softly. “we’ll be okay, I can promise you.”

“I𑁋but what if this ruins your career?” you ask him, feeling the way his fingers are caressing over your knuckles. it calms you down just a bit. “what if me accidentally holding your hand just...”

wonwoo sighs and leads you over to the couch where you both settle yourselves down next to each other. he knows the probable consequences of getting caught, but he cares more about you than what some stupid news dispatch claims. they can say anything, and he’d still be willing to protect you more than himself. 

“don’t be scared, okay? even if we were caught...” he hesitates, lips forming a thin line as you wait for him to continue. “it still doesn’t change the fact that I want to be with you, because I love you, and I want this. I want you.”

you feel your lips quiver, some streams of tears running down your face. you can’t get the words out, so you bring him in your embrace for a warm hug, hoping to convey how much you love him as well.

lee jihoon

“babe, this sounds great.”

jihoon just smiles proudly, posture leaned back in his chair as he watches your head bob up and down to the melodies and the sound of his beautiful vocals traveling throughout his studio. you have a hand at the tip of his knee, giving him gentle squeezes each time you got more into the music.

if only you knew that you were a source of inspiration for too many of his songs. too many that he could count.  

“thank you,” he says sheepishly. “I managed to whip it up in two hours and was thinking about bringing up with the others.”

“if I love it, I’m sure they will too,” you reach over to grab his hand ressuringly. “and I’m not being biased, I’m serious.”

there’s a particular shift in his grin that you notice. it feels more... fond, moreso admiration even though you should be the one admiring him for this. though jihoon has his challenges in voicing his emotions, sometimes you can just tell from his face.

“okay, I should head home,” you stand up, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “call me later, alright?”

“text me when you get home safe,” he tells you, helping with grabbing your belongings before walking you to the door. once you’re in the door frame, he lowly mutters out under his breath, “...I love you.”

you catch it, but just barely, yet you unconsciously respond with, “I love you too,” before turning back to him with a look of shock and wide eyes. “wait, what?”

xu minghao

a yawn leaves minghao’s mouth as he inputs the code to his apartment. but when he steps inside, he’s immediately met with the familiar aroma of food lingering around him coming from the kitchen. when he walks himself into the kitchen, his eyes grow wide.

“Y/N?” his voice makes you freeze as if you were caught committing a crime, letting his gaze fall to the dining table. “what’s all this?”

“shoot, I didn’t expect for you to come home early,” you scratch at your head, placing down the dish in your hands before walking up to him. “I... uh, tried cooking some of your favourite foods. it was supposed to be a surprise.”

minghao just smiles and approaches up to the dining table with you cowering behind him nervously. his eyes scan over the array of dishes meticulously prepared with love and care, feeling like a fresh wave of home hitting him.

“you know you didn’t have to grow through all this trouble for me.” he turns back to you.

“I know, but I do,” you tell him with a heartfelt smile. “it’s just... a way to show how much I care when you’re gone, since you always come home tired.”

his face only softens. stepping up to you, he places both of his hands firmly at your waist, and he feels you tense up for a split moment before finally relaxing. brushing back some stray hairs from your face, a grateful sigh leaves his lips.

“I love you,” he tells you, suddenly feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. “thank you for everything you do for me.”

kim mingyu

“gyu, get off me.”

“no can do.”

“but you have to go to work.”

“you are more important than work.”

you haven’t had your morning coffee, and your puppy of a boyfriend won’t get off of you, finding most of his body sprawled on top of yours so you’re basically flattened to the bed. at least he had the decency to give you some room to breathe and move, but just barely. 

he’s clingy, but not this early in the morning𑁋well it’s usually after you’ve had your morning coffee, but it’s clear you haven’t yet and he’s been glued to you since the moment you woke up. you feel his lips meet the skin of your face, planting soft kisses on your cheeks and forehead to try and coax a smile out of you.

“you’re... suffocating me, gyu.” you squirm just a bit, before his arms circle around you, and you find himself laying right next you on the bed.

“sorry,” he nestles himself up against you. “just don’t want to leave you.”

you run a hand through his messy hair, peering down wonderingly at the way he’s cuddling himself against you. “is everything okay? you’re not usually this clingy. well, you are it’s just𑁋”

“if I say it, will I get a kiss?” he sits up in bed, gazing at you with those desperate eyes that you just have to cave in.

you sigh. “yes, you big boy, I’ll give you any kiss you want.”

mingyu bites at his bottom lip nervously, knowing he has to get it out or else he can’t take it anymore. it’s all that ever clouds his thoughts whenever he takes a single glance at you. he knows it all: the consequences, the hate comments, but the only thing that could break his heart would be to separate from you.

and so he leans in, his breath grazing against the skin behind your ear.

“it’s a secret, so don’t tell anyone,” he whispers. “but I love you.”

lee seokmin

“seokie?”

immediately, seokmin takes his attention of his phone to turn towards you, a mixture of worry to his face. he sets his phone on the bedside table to give you his undivided attention. 

“what’s wrong, sunshine?” he asks you, already opening his arms for you to settle in.

you give in, allowing the protection of his arms encircle around you.

“nothing, it’s just...” you glance up at him. “do you think you can sing me to sleep?”

for some reason the simple request was enough to send seokmin’s heart into overdrive. nothing but a wide smile crosses his face as he nods, allowing you to settle back down on the pillow as he props himself up on his elbow next to you.

he starts to hum a slow lullaby, containing a familiar melody of a seventeen song that you recognise. his voice carries an undertone of affection, his words unspoken yet deeply felt. he watches the way your eyes flutter to a close as he begins to reach the end of his lullaby. if it was possible and if you’d let him, seokmin knew he could do this for the rest of his life. he wants to use his voice to not only bring joy to his fans, but to convey the love in his heart. 

at the very last line of the song, he leans in close to be able to whisper in your ear. 

“I love you so much, sunshine. dream about me, okay?”

boo seungkwan

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” there’s a mixture of surprise and a hint of panic in seungkwan’s voice as he notices you standing at the entrance of the rehearsal room. luckily it was only him and his members in the room.

“I was in the area, so... I brought you some food,” you hold up a bag from behind your back. “wish I could have brought more for the other guys, but... yeah.”

his eyes widen from your thoughtfulness as you reach an arm out to transfer the bag from your hands to his, and he swears he can feel his heart swell beyond his own chest. 

you peer behind him to the other guys laughing and minding their own business, while seungkwan in front of you seems completely frozen in time. there’s a blush to his cheeks that you notice and reach out to pinch, making him come back to reality.

you give him a smile. “I’ll see you tonight, okay?” 

but as you are about to turn around, he exclaims, “wait!”

and when you look back at him, he feels his tongue go dry. he’s been rehearsing this line for the past few weeks𑁋in front of the mirror and everything𑁋but your gaze on him always makes those words land right at the tip of his tongue, unable to come out.

“uh...” then he steps up closer, glancing back towards the guys before back at you. even though it may not be the right time and the right place to say this, he does anyway, “I love you, thank you for the food.”

you can’t help the chuckle to your lips as his face turns even redder, and the kiss that you place to his warm cheek doesn’t help at all. 

vernon chwe

“hey, babe.”

“hey.”

it’s the only exchange you and vernon share before he drops himself on the bed, letting his head rest in your lap, a contented sigh leaving him. naturally, you run your fingers through his hair. you can tell that he’s tired from today.

you and vernon have always had the ability to see how the other feels without words. he can see a quiver to your lips and tell you are frustrated, or you can collapse in his arms and he’ll let you hold him while he’s doing something else to recharge.

but he’s been too quiet lately, you’ve noticed, only exchanging the simple hello’s, goodbye’s, and kisses to each other’s lips without saying anything more since he had to rush work. it’s been troubling you, but him laying in your lap has relieved you... sort of.

“everything okay?” you ask him. “you’ve been... awfully quiet today.”

“yeah, just... work, you know?” he answers, but you can sense the hesitation in his words.

you think for a moment, before asking, “want to talk about it?”

vernon pauses, and you feel like you can physically see him thinking. he sits up from your lap, criss-crossing his legs together before turning around and facing you.

“um, you don’t have to respond, but uh...” he rubs the back of his neck meekly. “...would you freak out if I told you that I love you?”

you stare at him blankly, or lovingly, you don’t know, but you feel your heart doing jumps inside your chest and it’s starting to hurt. 

“I’m freaking out from how long I’ve waited for you to say that.”

lee chan

“I love you, Y/N,” chan announces... to the mirror at himself. “or should it be like, ‘I’m in love with you’ or ‘I want to spend the rest of time’𑁋agh, that sounds so cheesy.”

he brings his hands up to his face frustratingly. why is it so hard to simply say how he feels about you TO you? he’s known how he feels for a long time, even with the other members constantly telling him how he has to be careful and all that, or how something like this could make or break his career, but chan know they’re just looking out for him. 

he’s been torn between his career and your relationship, knowing both are equally important to him. but the longer he’s been with you, the more this feeling bubbles inside of him.

“I’m in... love with you,” chan tests. “I love you with𑁋”

“chan?”

“𑁋oh gosh!” chan yelps out, turning his body around and noticing you through slightly open doorway of the bathroom. 

you furrow your brows, eyes flicking over your boyfriend’s forced smile. “are you okay? I thought I heard muttering.”

“yeah, I was just... rehearsing my speech,” chan pauses for a second. “...just in case we win today?”

you roll your eyes. “cute,” then approach up to him, fixing some of his strands of hair with your finger. “I wish I can make it to your stage to support you, but I know you’ll kill it anyway.”

you tell him something about your work, but chan only keeps his eyes fixated on you. and as you were about to leave, he swiftly grabs your hand.

“Y/N,” chan starts, and you see him noticeably swallow. “you know you mean a lot to me, right?”

you turn back to him, intrigued. “I sure hope I do.”

“okay, and since you mean a lot to me, I know you’ve been my number one support,” he continues, feeling all the words spilling out. “and you’re just... so pretty, so funny, you always make me smile, and I think that... I love you. not think! I do... love you.”

you could only stare at him, wide-eyed, pinpointing the vulnerability in his own eyes, and you feel your heart swell enough to bloom a smile on your face.

planting a kiss to the corner of his lips, you utter out, “I love you too, chan.”

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[charliesangel67]

Home with you:

Authors note: I wrote this so much faster than I thought I would. Anyway, just a cute lil drabble based off a Mamma Mia theme bc I just re watched it and forgot how good it was.

Parings- Jensen Ackles x Fem!reader

Word Count- 769

Warnings- Mentions of drinking, nothing else, pure fluff.

“So, when you're near me, darling, can't you hear me? S.O.S.

The love you gave me, nothing else can save me, S.O.S.”

I sang as I moved around the kitchen, swaying my hips to the music and occasionally stirring the soup I had cooking on the stove. I heard a key turn in the lock and turned to see my boyfriend walk into the house, dropping his bags in the hall before coming to give me a hug. I giggled as he held me tight in his warm embrace.

“Oh, Jensen. I've missed you so much,” I said to him when he finally let go. “I missed you too, sweetheart,” he responded, leaving a soft kiss on my lips. “How was Louisiana?” I asked, interested in how the filming went. “Not bad. We did have to put filming off for a day because of storm warnings, and our scenes for the day were supposed to be outside.”

“Oh, that's too bad,” I responded. “I'm gonna go upstairs and take a shower real quick, okay? I'll be back in 10,” Jensen said before leaving a kiss on my cheek and heading upstairs, carrying his bags with him. A couple of minutes later, I had set the table, plated up the soup with bread on the side, and Jensen was coming down the stairs in a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Gosh, he looked handsome.

“What's for dinner, sweetheart?” he asked as he got himself a beer from the fridge. “Tomato soup with bread. I don't think beer goes very well with it,” I stated, eyeing him.

“Fine then, I'll have the beer later.” He put up his hands in defeat and I giggled. We talked over dinner about filming, The Boys, and what I did over the 3 weeks that he was away.

“Well, I drove out to Austin to catch up with Maya.” “Oh, really? When was the last time you saw her? Hasn't it been since Gen's baby shower?” Jensen asked, surprised that I had brought her up.

“Yeah, since Odette. I just wanted to hang out with her a little. I stayed over for a couple of nights and we went hiking and shopping. It was fun,” I said, shrugging my shoulders, facing Jensen while he sat at the table sipping his beer. “I'll pack up the dishes. You go have a shower, love,” he announced.

I stepped out of the shower, the fluffy towel feeling soft on my skin. I dressed in my silky blue pjs and dried my hair. When I walked down the stairs to greet Jensen, I saw there was a box on the counter.

“Ooh, what's this?” I asked curiously.

“I ordered some donuts so that we could have a movie night,” Jensen stated from the far side of the kitchen, preparing a big bowl of popcorn.

“I'll grab the drinks and choose the movie!” I yelled as I raced to the fridge to get him a can of soda and myself some wine so I could pour a glass.

“Whatever you please, my love,” Jensen whispered under his breath.“What movie are we watching tonight?” asked Jensen as he entered our bedroom with the popcorn and donuts in hand. He had already changed into his pjs and was looking sexier than ever.

“I have chosen an absolute classic, a personal favorite of mine, and most teenage girls.”

“Oh gosh. Lemme guess: She's the Man or 10 Things I Hate About You?” Jensen questioned.

“No! Although either of those would've been a good option. I have chosen to go with a more musical one. We are watching Mamma Mia!” I announced excitedly.

“OK, I'll pre-warn myself about the crazy singing,” Jensen laughed as he leaned in to kiss my lips.

“I'm just kidding, love. Sing as loud and as crazy as you want. I love your singing,” he whispered in my ear, making me smile.

Together, we belted out every word to "Mamma Mia", danced to "Dancing Queen," and drank a lot of wine. By the end of the movie, I was too dizzy to even walk downstairs, so Jensen took the empty box and bowl to the kitchen, and I went to brush my teeth. I lay in bed, suddenly feeling the bed shift over from Jensen's weight. I turned over to kiss him. “I forgot to tell you earlier, welcome home, babe,” I said before giving him another passionate kiss.

“When you're gone, how can I even try to go on?

When you're gone, though I try, how can I carry on?”

[turtle-with-vodka]

Cooking Up Chemistry

Lycawise fic 500 words

Summary: Lycaon and Wise cook "together"

Lycaon and Wise stood side by side in their cozy kitchen, sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the countertops. It was their first attempt at cooking dinner together—a special evening they had been looking forward to for days. Lycaon, the more experienced of the two, had everything ready: the recipe, the ingredients, and a well-practiced plan. Wise, on the other hand, was enthusiastic but hopelessly clumsy in the kitchen.

“So, first, we dice the onions into one-fourth inch pieces,” Lycaon said, handing Wise a knife.

Wise nodded eagerly, grabbing the knife and attacking the onion with the intensity of someone who had watched too many cooking shows. The pieces flew in all directions—some were almost paper-thin, while others were thick enough to be mistaken for whole onion halves.

Lycaon stifled a laugh, his uncovered eye crinkling with affection. “Master, maybe a little more... even?"

Wise paused, staring at the mangled onion. “I don’t get it. It looked so easy when you did it!”

“That’s because I’ve had lots of practice. It’s all about the wrist movement—like this.”

Lycaon gently took Wise’s hand, guiding him through a smooth, even chop. “See? It’s not about speed.”

Wise bit his lip, concentrating hard. “Okay, okay, I think I’ve got it.”

But as soon as Lycaon stepped away, Wise reverted to his chaotic slicing technique, determined to master it his own way. The onions looked worse this time. Despite this, Lycaon stayed calm.

“We’re making soup, so... the uneven bits will just add texture,” he said with a playful grin. “It'll be different.”

Wise laughed, shaking his head. “You’re too nice. This is a disaster.”

“No, you’re learning. Besides, cooking together isn’t about perfection,” Lycaon reassured him, walking over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “It’s about spending time together. We’ll make it work.”

Next up were the tomatoes, which Wise immediately butchered beyond recognition. What was once a juicy tomato is now just juicy mush.

“Maybe I should just... supervise,” he muttered, looking about as defeated as the mush probably felt.

“Can't believe a tomato died for this.” Wise stared at it in offense.

Lycaon laughed softly, pulling Wise into a hug. His tail softly hitting the floor. “Or you could stir the soup once we get it in the pot? Low-stakes, but a crucial step in the process.”

Wise beamed. “I can definitely stir.”

As Lycaon prepped the remaining ingredients, he couldn’t help but smile at Wise’s determination to contribute, even if it wasn’t exactly going as planned.

Finally, the soup came together, with Wise expertly stirring, just as promised; thankfully not somehow spilling everything over the edge.

“See? We did it,” Lycaon said as he ladled the soup into bowls. “And it looks pretty good, if I do say so myself.”

Wise grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, but only because you saved it.”

“No, we saved it,” Lycaon corrected, handing him a spoon. “Team effort.”

Wise huffed. “Is it really a team effort if you had to do everything for me?”

Wise took a bite, his eyes lighting up. “Okay, this is actually amazing. You’re kind of a genius.”

Lycaon smiled, leaning in for another kiss. “Only because I’ve got the best partner by my side.”

Wise playfully shoved him away.

“Oh please, I'm certainly not the best partner in the kitchen.”

And well, after today no one could really say disagree could they?

Hello! Working on a slightly longer fic rn but I just suddenly had this idea hit me like a truck. So here is a short. Vodka finally saw this account and suggested it's probably smarter to just make this account the main account and honestly, yeah it is so Vodka is gonna(hopefully, please)change the layout when he posts this.

-Turtle

i edited the format a lil before posting. hopefully she gets into the habit of writing the ship and a summary just below the title granted, it's not like I do much anyway. Am writing something tho so there is that, will probably only be posted to Ao3 account tho idk yet

-Vodka

[slytherinshua]

HEY, SLEEPYHEAD

genre. fluff. warnings. subin overworks a lil. mention of food (meat stew). pairing. subin x fem!reader. wc. 678. request. no. a/n. for @chewryy my fav subin addict 🤓🤓

“Hey, I made dinner! Subin?” You called out from the kitchen, frowning when you heard no response from your boyfriend. You turned off the stove where a spicy meat stew was bubbling and wiped your hands on a towel. You hadn’t really seen Subin all day, you realized. You had said goodbye to him in the morning when he was rushing off to work, and by the time he got back home a little after lunch, you were out running some errands. He had shut himself in his study to work some more, and you knew he didn’t like to be disturbed.

You made your way to his study in search of him, pushing the door open wider than the small crack that was left to give Mimi easy access wherever she pleased. The first thing you saw was his computer playing the screen saver, colours swirling around in spirals. 

You walked up to the desk chair, finding Subin curled up in it, his head supported by the comfortable headrest. You smiled at the scene of your boyfriend sleeping peacefully with Mimi in his lap, curled up in a comfortable ball. He must have had an exhausting day at work if he had fallen asleep this early.

You brushed your hand over his forehead, checking his temperature just in case. He didn’t usually get sick this time of the year, but you were sometimes a bit over conscious. The temperature seemed normal, though, so you relaxed a bit. You fixed some of his raven coloured hair that had fallen over his eyes and contemplated whether to wake him up or not. On one hand he looked so peaceful, and knowing how hard he worked, he probably needed the sleep badly. But he also needed to eat. You weren’t even sure if he had eaten lunch or not.

It seemed like you ultimately didn’t have to make a choice one way or the other, for Mimi chose for you. She got up and stretched, looking as grumpy as ever, but you adored her. She looked up at Subin and you followed her eyes. And then she rubbed against his head, occasionally kneading biscuits on his stomach. You chuckled at her behaviour.

The movement was enough to wake up a groggy Subin. He started petting her while still half asleep, resulting in her letting up on the headbutting and starting to purr instead.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” You said fondly, resting a hand on top of his head and giving it a loving rub. He normally hated it when you messed up his hair, but with how tired he was, he couldn’t bring himself to complain. It honestly felt pretty nice to feel your touch after the full day of work.

“I made dinner— the soup that you liked last time.” You had started massaging his shoulders gently as you talked, making him sigh and lean closer to your touch. His muscles seemed so tense, even as you worked out the knots, which made you frown. You’d have to lecture him about not working so hard again.

“That sounds nice.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to Mimi’s head before closing his eyes again, clearly having no intention of getting up. 

You giggled fondly, “I’ll bring you a bowl. Just stay there.” 

He hummed, mindlessly petting Mimi to stay awake. She rumbled softly, purring at the action. When you walked back into the room with a bowl of the steaming stew, the smell was enough to get your boyfriend to open his eyes. You heard his stomach rumble, making you both laugh.

“I didn’t realize how hungry I was.” He said truthfully, taking the bowl from you and taking the first spoonful into his mouth. You watched him eat, a small smile on your face the entire time. Even though you hated when he worked himself so hard he crashed in the middle of the day, you loved that you could make his day better with a hot meal, or a massage, or even just a hug. It was the least he deserved.

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@nyukyujs,, @seunghancore

[rosyfingered-moon]

Sejak episode 6

"One may go mad" hooooly fuck. It's not because of his brother it's because of her. He's like this because of her. What he did to her and what he had to become in order to be able to do that to her. I am losing it

It just says so much about them that he immediately comprehends both her plan and the right motive for it. He knows that ultimately it's about Hongjang, the cornered stone he discarded, and just the fact that he remembers Hongjang, a gisaeng who could be bought and sold, a person who wasn't a person anymore, who had less worth than a bag of rice, and he understands that she still mattered to Mong-woo and that it's the kind of loss one can never get past. And he did it anyway. I am LOSING IT.

The most emotion that's ever escaped her, and it's at the horror of having to learn baduk! :D

I'm currently thinking that Yi In must be keeping Dong sanggung close to recreate the situation his brother was in, to deduce who killed him? And maybe he brought Kim Myung-ha back for the same reason? (Although I suspect he mostly wants to prime him for the role of Munseong's trusted ally when he can finally put the lil guy on the throne.)

Sorry for the otp brainrot but whenever Myung-ha is filmed from the back or the side I allow myself to briefly imagine that this is Goo Hae-ryung and Min U-won, having a workplace chat 🥰

Brrrrainrot...

Look at them all glancing warily at each other! I love scenes like this where they stick five liars in a room and watch them go. It's such a Kammerspiel vibe.

But I just want to give this poor queen a bowl of soup and let her rest for a bit. She's on the verge of an intrigue-related burnout :(

May this be a lesson to you all. Don't have clandestine meetings to plot treason against the boss when you're still at your place of work. Do it after hours.

ALSO what must Yi In think about this hug asdfghjkl. I don't imagine that the Joseon literati snuggled each other a whole lot and even if they did, there is a difference in rank and a professed mutual dislike that make this interaction extreeeemely weird

[kisabesworld]

How about Kenny x fem reader where they raise Clem and AJ like their own family and have wholesome lil moments, probably living in a farm in the mountains or some marsh kind of island, wherever you pick. I just figured something rural, in terms of in world game and just comfortable living.

THIS HAS ME KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING AHH

Kenny x fem reader !

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *

so this would take place after you have the choice to either stay with kenny or go to wellington. obviously in this story clem chose to stay with kenny :) after they went and found shelter, they met you, and yk what happens next.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

contains: romance?? cheesy love stuff idk, mentions of death.

You stood at the stove, AJ clutching your calf as you stir some stew you had cooking. He doesn’t say a word, but it was awfully nice to have his company. You smile down at the boy, patting his head with your free hand.

Then you hear the doorknob jiggle. Immediately AJ runs towards the front door. He giggled excitedly, his hands reaching for the knob that was all too tall to reach.

Then the door opened, and in came Kenny and Clem. You smiled at them sweetly, Kenny coming up to press a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips.

“Welcome back, Ken.” You say, hugging him. He hugs you back, a smile on his face.

“‘Yer too sweet.” He responds, southern accent thick. He pulls away from the hug to set his rifle down on the table.

“Clem? Did you have fun?” You turn, seeing her playing with AJ on the floor. Colorful blocks and shapes littered the hardwood. The girl smiled from where she sat.

“Kenny taught me how to shoot a rifle.” She says, before going back to playing with AJ. You smile, turning again to see Kenny sitting down at the dining room table. You speak in a lower voice now, walking to the stove again and beginning to stir the pot.

“Did you have fun out there?” You ask him, your gaze inquisitive. You knew he’d had a hard time with his past. Sometimes he’d get angry, and you hoped while they were out wasn’t one of those times. You’re looking down at the pot, and you don’t notice him behind you until his arms wrap themselves around your torso. You smile immediately, resting a hand on his forearm.

“Yeah, hun. I had a good time. Clem did good, shot a few walkers too.” He says, resting his chin on your shoulder. You feel relieved knowing they both were telling the truth. “Can’t believe this.” Kenny speaks again, and you shoot him a confused look.

“What? Believe what?” You ask, still stirring the pot on the stove.

“Can’t believe I got a second chance.” He says, sadness in his voice, but he smiles. He didn’t have to explain what he meant- You knew about Katjaa and Duck; it killed you to know he’d been through so much. You set down the spoon you were stirring with, turning to face the man.

“And i’m glad you did.” You respond, kissing his lips gently. You smile at him and he does the same to you. “Now, let’s get the kids together for dinner.” You say. He nods, kissing your cheek before walking into the living room to get Clem and AJ for dinner. As you put soup in the bowls, you thought again.

You really were glad he got a second chance.

You’re glad he gave himself one.

[classicallyyours]

My Lovers, as seasons

Have some thoughts I’m on my high horse and fall makes me romantic and I’m thinking about the men I simp for and simply????? When am I not lol every lover is for every season but I hyperfixate on them the most during these times of the year. 

Summer is for Bokuto Koutarou. That big bright smile and high energy is for the sunshine and the beach and hikes and experiencing warmth. For going out and exhausting yourself after a full day of excitement and fun and joy. He is literal sunshine (maybe tied with the sun himself Hinata Shouyou) and it’s impossible to not feel warm and loved by his gaze alone. In the intensity of summer days and the long summer nights; the deepest conversations are born out of summer. And Bokuto is there for all of it. When you’re with your friends and the fireflies are twinkling in and out, he’s there. When you’re sitting by the beach campfire sharing secrets and stories, he’s the one whose lap you’re pulled onto. His big arms caging you close to his chest. When you’re by the dock on the lake, staring into the night sky, you’re teaching him the constellations. He’s so tender in the summer, moving fast and slowing down. He wants to experience it all with you. (See also: Gojo Satoru, Hinata Shouyou, Kirishima Eijirou, Miya Atsumu, Rengoku Kyoujurou, Daichi Sawamura)  

Fall is for Nanami Kento. The leaves slowly changing is for the man who wants to slow down. The soft romantic atmosphere is for the steady lover. As fall comes in and says hello, so does he as he anchors himself into your reality, grounding you and bringing you warmth in the autumn chill. Scarves and boots and turtle necks are for him and him alone. Apple orchards, pumpkin patches, harvest festivals - you’re taking him to all of it. And he is joyfully, happily, easily loving you in all of it. Nanami just wants to take life easy, and fall is the easiest season, arguably. Nature is taking her sweet time cooling down from the hot summer intensity. He wants to see you among the changing leaves, he wants to hug you close to him when the air nips at your skin. Soup season is his season!!! Jackets and sweaters and tenderness… a kiss to your cheek and your hand locked in his… this man adores you, I fear.  (See also: Kuroo Tetsurou, Hanta Sero, Azumane Asahi) 

Winter is for Miya Osamu. Hearth and home are the definition of the man. A hot meal and being cozy and making you feel at home are what he does best. He’s the lover you come home to. When the cold and ice and snow are harsh, he is there for you to warm you up and help you relax. There is never emptiness in the winter with him. There is always a little fire light in the darkness for you, waiting when you return. Osamu is so big and warm and cozy and I’m just telling you, trust me, please; this is y’all’s season. Christmas and New Years, warm drinks and hot bowls of ramen or curry; cozying up together amidst the chill is everything for the both of you. Every other season is so busy for him, but winter is finally the time he gets to slow down. He’s the only person who you don’t isolate from when the days get short.  (See also: Katsuki Bakugou, Aizawa Shota, Kenma Kouzme, Getou Suguru, Tomioka Giyuu, Miguel O’Hara) 

Spring is tough, and hear me out, but spring is for Shinsou Hitoshi. NOW I KNOW he is also soft and slow and gentle, so fall or winter might seem like the natural tendency, but he is spring. He comes to life when the rest of the world does. Hidden pockets of the world growing and changing are where he thrives. Taking you to little places of sunshine as you both awaken to a new lil world. Cafes and gardens and tenderness as spring gently returns things to peace. He is the first flower blooming amidst the melting snow, the first smile you see when you are drowning in work or stress. He’s tenderness as you soften yourself back up to the world as the biting winter dwindles away. He’s the first heart you open yourself up to after shutting yourself off all winter long. He’s home - always.  (See also: Sugawara Koshi, Kaminari Denki, Midoriya Izuku, Shinazugawa Sanemi) 

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fic snippet about emotional labor, and weeping children, and how it does in fact take a village 😢

Sheep ain't the best with tears.

They remember Lucas, n' their comrades, n' all sorts of folks sobbin' their guts out, in the wintry months that followed the Dragon's rise. How they themself'd slink away to their shoebox, at the very back of the Yado Inn. Try to gulp down their guilt, with a watery bowl of canned soup. There was a time, ages later, when Dr. Westwood needed their internal battery ripped out and swapped with a new one. An ordeal so deathly precarious, it choked a snivel or two from Sheep's former Commander. Andnonuts'd kicked the bucket, though. Far be it from them to leave the kid hangin', all over again. They recall him covering his face, with a tooth clenching cringe. And them tellin' him it was alright, in a cracking voice. While they politely minded his exposed wiring, instead of his red eyes. Sheep was at his side, too, the first time a Capyburra passed. A hand on his shoulder's some sorta progress. Probably. Never mind how they froze up, when he snagged them in a tight, trembling hug. The way their stalwart colleague's chipper veneer shattered, in all of an instant. Revealing what really lay beneath. Just some poor, stranded, cryin' kid. Who'd already borne far too much loss, in so few years.

Yeah. Sheep'd been paralyzed, then. Stunned stupid. Beyond words - much less any helpful ones. When Claus thanked them for bein' there, they could scarcely fathom why.

With that big psychic brain of hers, Abelle seems to catch onto the electrician's cowardice. And honor it. As she marches through the gore and ruin, with her head held high. Holds a tough front, tears locked up tight - 'til the moment she's back in Bronson's arms.

Sheep resigns themself to a can of chicken noodle, tonight.

Bronson, of course, is just as much a coward. Though far more practiced. He'd weathered all manner of sobs and storms, at the White Ship's helm. N' all sorts since, when those tall sails crept back through the fog, into the memories of he n' his people. The un-blacksmith, clumsy as ever, had offered Abbey a drink. She shook her head, softly. Said she never touched the stuff. Preferred to feel her feelin's, no matter how dreadful. Sipped a tall glass o' water, while Jackie cast pensive frowns from the bar. Bronson paced himself. Meagerly nursing a scotch. She must've been ten or eleven, she told him. Clutchin' his hand for dear life. He recalls carryin' her. The deserter turned liferaft. How heavy she felt upon his shoulder. Though tiny, gaunt, and half-starved. Hardly bigger than her stuffed animal. It was a lion, he was pretty sure. She thought so, too.

Abelle doesn't ask that much of him. She sniffles quietly, with both rain boots planted firm in the bloodied rust. He catches himself glad of it. If only for one selfish, shameful moment. Then hugs her closer, as if to make up for it. The geezer who's seen it all. The whippersnapper who's seen not a damn thing. No worse than a skinned knee. 'Til here n' now.

She turns, peeking between his grasp, when Hox calls Kumatora's name. Shakes herself free, and comes running, at the first sight of hot pink. Buries herself against the strongest motherfucker here. N' lets the wailing take her at last. Telepathic torrents of red, pouring relentless from sundered seams.

"Aw.. Aw, hey. Shh," Kuma shushes. From those same, chapped, good night lips. Patting her raincoat-slick back. With a half-mitten of gauze and band-aids. The night's dim obscures her eyes' baggy bloodshot.

When she was girlie's age, a cryin' kid in her arms'd been yet another coward's gauntlet.

By now? It ain't nothin' novel.

"Thaaat's it… Cry it all out for me, that's it.. Heh. S'over n' done with, lil' miss. We're alright, see? We're all here, on the other side…"

[jesuistrefatugie]

More Incorrect Quotes

Kim Soo Jin, on November 8th: Given the circumstances, I will let you hug me for four to five seconds.

Choi Jung Soo: Forty five seconds?!?

Kim Soo Jin: No! I said four TO five seconds.

Choi Jung Soo, hugging Kim Soo Jin: Too late.

Kim Rok Soo: *flashbacks to when Soo Jin clung to him like a koala*

Kim Rok Soo, watching Soo Jin trying to escape Choi Jung Soo's hug:

Lee Soo Hyuk: Aigo... She's turned into a mini you...

Choi Jung Soo: Best birthday ever.

Kim Soo Min: Can we go out to get icecream?

Lee Soo Hyuk: Did you ask Kim Rok Soo?

Kim Soo Min: They said no.

Lee Soo Hyuk: Then why did you ask me?

Kim Soo Min: They're not the boss of you.

Lee Soo Hyuk, internally: It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap.

Park Jin Tae: It's locked. You got a lock pick?

Kim Rok Soo: Yeah-

Kim Soo Min: *kicks in the door*

Kim Soo Min: I'm throwing hands with the next person that insults Father.

Kim Rok Soo: I hate myself.

Kim Soo Min: Square up, bitch

Choi Jung Soo: I'm gonna nickname my child "Lil Bitch".

Lee Soo Hyuk: I see you're passing on your name.

Kim Rok Soo: I am so glad you didn't name Soo Jin-ah

Kim Soo Jin: *nodding*

Kim Soo Min: Dinosaurs aren't extinct. I mean, Choi Han is walking in this room.

Kim Rok Soo: *wheeze*

Choi Han: B-but we're the same age????

Park Jin Tae: Do we have any orange juice left?

Kim Soo Min: *pours the remaining juice into their cup*

Kim Soo Min: Sorry, we’re all out.

Kim Rok Soo: Where did you get that tomato soup?

Choi Han: It’s actually a bowl of ketchup I just microwaved.

Kim Soo Min: Please tell me he doesn't cook for my sister.(Soo Jin)

Kim Rok Soo: Of course not.

Choi Han: I'm bored.

Kim Soo Min: Wanna commit first degree murder?

Choi Han: Sure!

Lee Soo Hyuk, hearing them: No- Stop, don't do that! Put that knife down! Put Park Jin Tae down!!

Kim Soo Min: I think my guardian angel drinks.

Kim Rok Soo: She's not wrong...

Choi Han: C- Rok Soo-Hyung, I don't think that's what she meant.

Kim Rok Soo: Seriously, Soo Jin-ah, how many people would you have killed if we’d asked you to?

Kim Soo Jin: That’s not important

Kim Rok Soo: I DISAGREE.

Park Jin Tae with a gun to Kim Rok Soo's head: What happens if I pull this trigger? Heaven?

Kim Rok Soo: Bold of you to assume I'll go to Heaven.

Kim Soo Min, standing behind Park Jin Tae: Neither will you

Kim Soo Jin: I woke up and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY-

Choi Jung Soo: Awwww, you’re so adorable! Give me a hug~

Kim Soo Jin: Wh-What? nO, yOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH-

Kim Rok Soo, recording: This is so cute.

*Kim Rok Soo teaching Choi Jung Soo to drive and taking Kim Soo Jin along for the ride*

Kim Rok Soo: That's a pothole. To the left!

Choi Jung Soo: Take it back now y'all *Drives into pothole*

Kim Soo Jin, sticking their face into the front over the center console: Cha Cha real smooth.

Choi Jung Soo: I don't think that's how the song goes.

Kim Rok Soo, tired as fuck and gripping the handle: Please just take me home.

Choi Jung Soo: Country Roads.

Kim Soo Jin: To the place.

Choi Jung Soo and Kim Soo Jin in unison: I Belong!

Kim Rok Soo, texting Lee Soo Hyuk: Hyung help me

[muzzlemouths]

Soup Delivery! A tiny Sun jumps up over with a bowl of warm soup and offers it to you happily. Would you accept it?

Hello! Directed this lil guy to send some warm soup this way with a small casual reminder to eat, hydrate or have a mini break if you need one!

Also wanted to drop in to say I enjoyed reading your writings (VHS Eclipse occasionally bounces around in my brain like the logo itself) and the Dead Mall Dare AU fic! I remember being on the edge of my seat with the tense Moon segment in Dead mall dare and golly, but also the boys need multiple hugs the poor guys. Looking forward to seeing what's next!

THIS IS SO CUUUUUUTE WHAT

I'm clutching my chest and WEEPING this is so so sweet. I LOVE this. I had to convince myself to reply because I genuinely considered just keeping this little guy in my inbox to look at again later.

Thank you for the reminders! I just had dinner and I'm hydrating at this very moment (I forgot my water bottle in the other room and would have left it there all day if not for this ask ngl)

And the compliments! ogh!! You are so sweet!!!!!!!!! It makes me so happy to hear you enjoy my silly little stories ❤️

[juicezone]

Aww the rubber ducky! Adorable! And of course we mustn’t forget Mcbones <3<3<3 give him the biggest hug for me!

Love a grumpy father figure. Acts like they don’t care (we all know that’s the furthest thing from the truth, but shh, we’ll let him believe that we don’t know)

Oh no! It’s no fun being sick. D: Sending you a warm bowl of chicken noodle soup and a big hug to help you feel better <3 🫂🍲

Good night kisses are the bestest ever! And stories! I wonder what kind would be his favorite to read?

Of course, such a sweet little thing could never be in trouble. Never ever. Nope! I just don’t believe that it’s possible.

hes a ducktor !!!!

n hed read chapter books bu like th fun ones n n if th next chaptr too long hed read a lil book or or hed tell stories i think cos everyon on th enteprise gos on LOTS of aventurs n stuff so hed tell storys bout that sometims cos they r fun t here!!

like adventur stories BUT NOT too xcitinf cos then m not gonna wanna go to sleep n its not a new book cos then not gonna wanna sleep cos i don wanna miss it!!!

somtims i jus wanna b snuggly so its jus curling up n cuddlin up while he works on somfin in bed n i jus get so so zleepy

and MAYBBBBe somtimes i eat thing i shuldn BUT THAS OK!!!!! sometims. u eat a crayon a littl bit!!!! but um but he would keep like like the chewy neckleces n pacififiers around cos he knows thay so when i get chompy he jus would go whop here u go and im loke :o cos how did h no!!!

[technicallysalem]

When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy! Then it send to the last ten people in your notifications (anonymously). You never know who might benefit from spreading positivity. ♡

Hmm, I like this question, it's good to take time to think about the good things in your life. Let's go!

1. Plushies. I have so many, including a giant eevee that i adore. No matter your age, sometimes you just need a lil guy to hug on!

2. Music. I recently got into vinyl and there's something deeply satisfying about holding the physical media, watching it spin on the turntable.

3. Food. Life is too short not to enjoy the absolutely amazing variety of dishes humanity has come up with across the world over our entire history. Plus, I still can't help but be amazed when i have a bowl of homemade soup and fresh bread that my ancestors have been eating the same thing for thousands of years!

4. Books. No judgement to folks that do ebooks, but it's not for me. I love the feel of leather bindings, the sensation of paper, the scent of old books. I love collecting books and I have a huge collection that I inherited that I treasure deeply.

5. Rain, it's raining where I am now and just listening to it, feeling the open breeze, it's a very chill night and i am at peace.

💜

[tfsroleplay]

"Okay okay, close your eyes please!"

"Closin' my eyes."

Arius chuckled as he covered his eyes with his hands. Cordelia grinned, moving around the kitchen. He heard her set a few things down, definitely a meal since he could already smell the food.

"Okay. Open!"

Arius opened his eyes, finding a bowl in front of him along with a pair of chopsticks (that had a cute design of Judd and Lil Judd on them. Cordelia had bought them as part of a little set and ended up loving them). Cordelia had made him udon noodle soup, sure, it's something she'd made for him before but... Never this close looking to his memories.

"Huh?"

"...I've been talking to your dad and getting his opinion, he thinks I've gotten close to making this like your mom did with this recipe. So I figured I'd make it for your birthday..."

"I mean... I figured I'd keep working on it so... Maybe this time it'll be even closer??"

She looked a little nervous, a bit of doubt in her mind. Arius hummed, already moving to take a bite. Cordelia just watched him, fiddling with her fingers. Arius began to smile, gently wiping his eyes of a few stray tears.

"It's delicious. Normally any time I try ta eat it at like a restaurant, it jus' doesn't taste right. This is the closest I've gotten ta feelin' like..."

He pauses, taking a moment to try and find the right words. Cordelia smiles, clearly excited. She waits for him to set his chopsticks down before hugging him.

"Like you're a little kid?"

"Hah. Yeah, I guess so..."

He smiled at her, returning her hug.

"Thank ya. Really. This means a lot ta me..."

[swjust]

Spongebob road to nowhere ozzy osbourne

#Spongebob road to nowhere ozzy osbourne movie#

Hugging Momo and speaking to her sweetly before stabbing her to almost death? Check. So much so that fandom has come to peg him as a Depraved Bisexual Memetic Molester, since he seems to like being touchy-feely with "victims" of both genders. And Chizuru towards any good-looking girl, most notably towards Orihime and Rukia.However, Rukia is a favorite target, too, although she usually stomps on him before he can try anything. Kon to just about every big-breasted and/or good-looking female.Beyond the Boundary: Hiroomi invokes this towards Akihito because he gets cold extremely easy and uses Akihito's body heat to stay somewhat warm.Drum/Dante Koryu of Beyblade Burst has a bad habit of getting up close to people's faces when he's excited and has to be repeatedly told to respect people's personal space, not that the lesson ever sinks in.She spends a lot of her conversations with Koyomi invading his personal space bubble in spectacular ways.and feels him up while they're in the car with her father. Hitagi Senjogahara from Bakemonogatari.Graham Specter from Baccano! can be like this with ◊ men.It's hard to tell if it's Ho Yay, Foe Romance Subtext, or just his way. Almost to the point of being a Memetic Molester. Dude gets REALLY touchy-feely with just about everyone he meets. Katou is a fairly bad offender, especially when it comes to Kira and Setsuna, but even he has nothing on Belial.Kaoru towards to Junichi in Amagami SS, whether she's the Love Interest or not.And Shalott ended up straddling Agito at the end of one chapter. Arthur of Air Gear was like this to his opponent Agito, even pelvic thrusting against him and nibbling his ear.Guy and especially Iason from Ai no Kusabi towards Riki.Momiji of The 100 Girlfriends Who Really, Really, Really, Really, Really Love You, to the point where she's perfectly willing to massage people's faces.

#Spongebob road to nowhere ozzy osbourne movie#

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[kadssp-main]

Not completely sure who all you write for but perhaps reader taking care or albedo, venti, and Childe? Separately of course but I just thought it’d be really cute for reader to take care of them for once considering I don’t see it much. Ty!!

Genshin men and their s/o taking care of them

A/N: when i tell you that you picked basically my top three favorite characters in genshin,,,, brobrobrobrbrbro- i love this idea!!! thank you sm for requesting anon<33 UPDATE: I READ THIS WRONG AS YOU REQUESTING READER TAKING CARE OF THEM IF THEY WERE SICK,,, I LITERALLY DONT KNOW HOW I MISREAD IT BUT IM SO SORRY

warnings: nothing but fluff and some crack, swearing listen i call them mfs when they act like one, reverse comfort, Childe is referred to as Ajax, Childe basically gives himself food poisoning

Characters: Albedo, Venti, Childe

reader is gender neutral!

written assuming it’s already an established relationship between reader and each character

Albedo

bro i swear he will try to deny that he’s sick

yk maybe its just me but like cmon you think he wouldnt try?

even if his nose is stuffy as he blows into a tissue and stiffles a cough,,, he’d still try to just, “i’m fine, dear. i have field studies to run today.” because he doesnt want you to worry about him :((

stop him before he reaches the front door and drag him back to bed rn.

also want to take a moment to say,,,, CAN HE EVEN GET SICK????? he’s made of chalk and he’s on dragonspine constantly i mean surely he’s either constantly sick,,, or he’s built up an immunity to the cold and the exposure of dragonspine. but lets just say he was doing experiments,, accidentally dropped said experiment and the fumes in the vial was not meant to be consumed or smelled in any way and got into his system which is why you now have a sick ‘bedo in front of you trying to get past you to the front door.

you simply refuse to let him leave as you gently push him to your shared bedroom to lie down in bed, bringing the soft blankets up to his shoulders as you touch his forehead.

his face is slightly sweaty from the heat of his rising temperature and you sigh to yourself before walking out of the room, returning with a glass of water and medicine he made specially with alchemy for a boosted effect for if either of you got sick. is that how it works

he’ll be more willing to obey now as you stay near him, making sure he doesn’t try to get up to go write papers or conduct experiments. his fever getting to him as he eventually falls into slumber, you smile to yourself as you place a cool rag on his forehead.

his soft features relaxed as he slept breathing softly through his mouth due to his stuffy lil nose, you got up and went into the kitchen quietly to make him soup so he had something to eat that day.

in the middle of stirring the pot full of the warm and delicious liquid you heard the soft thumps of footsteps nearing you, turning to look at the owner of the sounds you saw a sight you rarely get to see.

albedo’s hair disheveled and messy from his tossing and turning in his sleep, his eyes drooping ever so slightly due to exhaustion. he coughs into his elbow as he nears you, but stops with his arms out in the air as he looks at you as if confused by his own actions.

”I probably shouldn’t—“ Too late, you hugged him anyways which he gladly accepted as he tried to smell what you were making.

With another small sniffle you softly walked him back to bed, explaining that you were just about to bring him the soup and you don’t fail to notice the look of adoration he gives you as you tell him while tucking his body back into the soft bed.

you turn the stovetop off, moving the pot and taking a small bowl to have some of the soup in. your feet glide across the floorboards as you enter the bedroom, moving the small rocking chair he uses for reading close to the bed as you take a seat in it next to him.

poor ‘bedo’s heart swells at your kind gesture and his brain lags when he goes to reach for the bowl with a small ‘thank you’ only for you to pull it away from him, keeping it against your lap as you take a small amount onto a spoon and hold it up near his face.

”no, ‘bedo i’m going to take care of you, so you can get better soon.” you smiled, hesitantly he accepts the spoonful of soup, the warmth engulfing his mouth and throat in a pleasant feeling as the taste lingers on his tongue while he patiently waits for each bite.

you catch yourself giggling at the sight of the chief alchemist waiting for each spoonful of soup like a small child, and your gaze softens when he’s finished the soup and whispers,

”thank you, my dear. i intend to repay your kindness after i’ve recovered.“

Venti

NONONO BECAUSE YOU CAN’T TELL ME HE WOULDN’T ACCIDENTALLY MAKE HIMSELF SICK WITH HIS COLD AND WILD WINDS THAT HE BLOWS AROUND CONSTANTLY AS HE PLAYS HIS LYRE OR EVEN WHEN HE’S BORED/MESSING WITH YOU.

you cant tell me he wouldnt. you cannot convince me this mf hasn’t made himself sick AT LEAST ONCE with his own gusting winds and strong breezes,, especially if it was already cold outside to begin with.

now the entire time he’s sick,,,,, i feel sorry for you because he’d literally act like a child. he’s just annoyed you won’t let him go out into the world with you until he’s better

he’s probably tried to fake feeling better but it failed tragically because his voice was hoarse due to his sore throat as he coughed out an excuse.

”i’m okay, really, my dandelion. i’m all better now see?”

yeah, no,,, we heard you try to not sneeze as you spoke, go back and lie down in bed.

his recovery i’d say is probably pretty fast? he’s still an archon so i feel like sickness wouldn’t affect him all that badly, despite his childish behavior during the whole process. it’s just hard to keep him in one place for him to even rest properly or take medicine that’s much needed.

”there is no need for that… disgusting vial of syrup, my dandelion. i’m perfectly fine! look at me!”

”venti… it’s just medicine and i can tell you’re trying to not cough right now.”

the fact you have to force your boyfriend to take medicine LMAO

IM SORRY I WONT BULLY IM NOT GONNA BULLY VENTI HERE I SWEAR

after forcing the poor archon to take the medicine, you return the small glass bottle back in it’s original location before going back into the bedroom. playfully rolling your eyes as he ”coughs away the disgusting taste”

you sit on the side of bed and place your hand on top of his and shake your head with a small laugh that catches the bard’s attention.

”what are you laughing at? is my weakened state bring joy to your day?” You shook your head and smiled at him, touching the messy braids hanging on both sides of his face before looking up into his bright eyes as his mouth was turned into a small pout.

”no but you acting like a child is very amusing.” you snickered receiving a fake-hurt look from venti as he huffed and crossed his arms looking in the opposite direction of you causing his braids to sway from your hand by the action.

you giggle at his behavior once more and turn to the nightstand beside you, picking up a small book about fairytales and repositioning yourself more comfortably on the bed as you slowly read the words on the pages aloud.

the bard turns and watches you in the corner of his eye before he finally gives up his act and leans closer, not caring of the fact he’s literally sick

each word you spoke quietly lulled him closer and closer to sleep, his head resting against your shoulder with his hand on your arm that held the book, as your other flips each page.

it only took about ten pages before you heard soft snores and breathing from beside you, a small smile on your features as you read the book but more quietly now.

you could only hope he got better soon, you cared about his wellbeing before anything else and you hoped he knew that even as you shoved medicine in his mouth or made him have soup and crackers when he needed to eat.

Childe

now this mf

if you thought he was annoying before,,,,,, it’s worse now.

i pray that even YOU can recover during this time as well because oh boy will you have to endure the loud whines and groans he makes, or when he tries to hold you close and kiss you despite himself being sick.

now how he got sick????……. LMAOAOAOA

the night before he had tried a new recipe, something that on paper looked easy,, but after actually cooking it he realized just how difficult it truly was to make.

will never admit that you offered to help to keep him from getting himself sick. claims you never said such things and will fight you on it from where he lays in the bed.

now, after he had finished his……… cooking, he plated it for the both of you to try.

sitting in his seat at the table across from you as he watches you intently to see you try it.

OBVIOUSLY YOU DONT BWAHAHA

you take one look at the dish and a small sniff before you’re slowly pushing it away and whispering a small, “i’m not that hungry…”

he scoffs as he takes a big mouthful which you grimace at, and to your surprise he eats his entire plate of it and with a smug look on his face afterwards too.

you could only snicker at his current condition as you recall the events that led to this.

”babe, please stop looking at me like that and just lay with me.” he whined, his hand on his forehead as he looked over at you who sat on a stool with your arms crossed and a grin on your face.

”i warned you about that food y’know.” you grinned, receiving a groan in response from the ginger as he shifted and turned to face the opposite direction of you.

”yes you warned me…” he mumbled out. “now come comfort me!”

”comfort the harbinger that inflicted this on himself?” you questioned with raised brows, the male turned and eyed you with a huff before he curled up in a ball under the covers.

with a sigh in defeat you stand up and walk over to the bed, sitting down on the edge and smiling at how he turns immediately to watch you.

”Ajax, you do realize you’re sick right?” you ask with a small smile, the ginger stares at you with a confused expression for a moment.

”yes i do know that or i’d be outside fighting and winning battles right about now.” he sighed as he turned back onto his other side to face you fully again. “now lay with meeee.”

”i could get sick if i‘m too close to you, Ajax.” you giggled while Childe stared at you in thought for a moment before his blue eyes lit up and a smirk made it‘s way onto his features.

”obviously i’d take care you then! i’d be a bad boyfriend if i didn’t take care of my baby when they’re sick too.” He smirked and you groaned with a roll of your eyes.

however you let out a small yelp in surprise when you feel a pair of hands grabbing you and pulling you gently into his chest, wrapping his arms around you and holding you in place securely against him.

You repeated excuses and protests but are muffled by his shirt and his quiet shushes as he runs a hand through your hair with a sigh.

”just stay like this til i get better, yeah? then i’ll take care of you afterwards. i promise, baby.”

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