#can't be bothered to cook despite needing food to not be miserable

[istadris]

Ah. It's one of these days.

[verdemoun]

Can I have modern au Hosea just…being a dad please I’m miserable

I'm sorry I had writers block I hope you are doing okay please enjoy much Hosea being a dad.

Hosea remembers the books the gang is reading and will ask how they're finding them and details. He remembers and shows interest in what chapter they're up to despite not reading the book himself.

No one is allowed to fall asleep on the couch without waking up covered in a blanket because Hosea will never risk them being cold.

No matter what time of night he is contacted Hosea will drag himself out of bed to pick up whichever of his wayward children has gotten lost/drunk from whatever address they have send him.

Hosea drops off food whenever one of the gang move out because learning to budget in modern era is a burden even to those who grew up in modern era. He will always include a borderline dismissive note of 'Bessie made too much' despite the fact a) he is the primary cook after he learns to use modern appliances and b) he always makes their favorite meal.

Hosea remembers everyone's favorite snacks and will go out of the house with the sole purpose of picking them up when someone is having a tough time.

If someone is interrupted, he will ask them to continue the story after the interruption is over. This includes Sean, who is garbage at telling stories and will tell four stories the story he is trying to tell reminded him of.

Due to convincing himself he is too old to work and not really willing to learn about modern era Hosea is a house husband. Scolding people for walking over freshly mopped floors, cooking dinner (mostly olde time recipes he barely adapts to modern ingredients), sitting down reading definitely not waiting for the sound of Bessie getting home.

Being too enthusiastic about any of the gang's achievements, no matter how slight. Embarrassingly enthusiastic. Applauded the first time Arthur successfully parallel-parked. Stands up and shouts 'that's my son!' every single time Lenny gets another certificate/degree.

Insists on walking everyone down the aisle if they decide to get married. Cries every single time. Almost buckled over in tears when John and Abigail were married in modern era because they both asked him to walk them down the aisle. To be fair no one cried as hard as Arthur, who needed a 'smoke break' in the middle of them saying their vows.

If someone is having an obvious quiet but doesn't necessarily want to be alone moment he will make hot cocoa and ask what is going on. Maybe it's the inner conman or maybe he is just more trustworthy post-timewarp but he is very good at getting people to talk about what's bothering them especially when they can't fully articulate it. He knows all the gang's secrets and will take them to the grave (well, next grave.)

Will remember that cool thing someone pointed out while shopping and secretly buy it as a gift. However he is useless at waiting until gift-giving occasions so it's just weeks later 'surprise! here's that thing you wanted. Don't ask what I paid for it'. (because he didn't)

Constantly tells people he's proud of them. Regrets not saying it more in canon era. Esp Arthur and John but tells everyone he's proud of the people they're becoming/became. To the point it almost feels insincere but the smile promises it's genuine every time.

[nei-ning]

With having adhd and autism like I do, I wonder if you struggle doing things by yourself like I do. Or have trouble remembering things like I do. Or just in general have trouble with people, especially groups of strangers you dont know. Even if it's the simplest things. Do you have a routine, even if you hate it like I do. It's harder to get out of the routine because your afraid of doing the simplest things. Especially without someone there to help or correct you. I get that a lot. Especially for things I need to do like finding a job, reapplying to a new community college so I can finish my degree. Sometimes I don't know what I'm going to do if I don't have my mom or sisters there to help me.

Oh, I do struggle - A LOT! I like doing things by myself since it only pisses me off if there's someone else "helping" me since, to me, it's them actually being in my way. The issues I have is that starting ANYTHING is HELL challenging and difficult! The among of mental strength to start ANYTHING is ridiculous! It's REAL struggle.

Like dishes. Every freaking day I watch piles of dishes and say: "Not today. I have no energy. Tomorrow then." and this "tomorrow" turns into weeks and then months. I just can't get them done. I do rinse plates etc. so that they won't smell, tho. Mom usually does the dishes, or sis when she's visiting.

Cooking food? Nope. I think I WOULD cook more if I had someone to share that food with. Mom eats at her boyfriend's and she usually don't like my "spicy" foods. I like that food has flavors (not too hot / spicy tho) while mom prefers just salt :'D

I see a trash on the floor, going: "I pick it up tomorrow." For weeks I walk past it, annoyed that the trash is there but I just can't get myself to pick it up. But WHEN I get into a mood and energy to clean: I clean for HOURS. I get distracted A LOT during cleaning (like sitting down to check through old sketchbook etc.) but I clean anyway. Living room table? Takes 2 hours to clean it. Living room on it's own? 8 hours even that it's not big. Rearranging stands on my shelves? HOURS! I NEED to put the stands on specific spots, with millimeter's accuracy. I will pull hairs out of my head if I just would slap them there and be: "That's good." NO! It's not! :'D

Changing bed sheets? NO. I sleep with shame sheets for months. I change them like twice a year. At times I sleep without sheets for months. It always depends.

Wearing same clothes at home from weeks to weeks? YEP! Not bothering to change clean ones (except underwear!) since I'm at home anyway. I usually keep wearing same clothes until they break. Only after that I start to use other, newer, clothes. When going outside the home, then I put more "fresh" clothes on. I don't mind if I smell like shit at home but I don't want to smell like that around other people.

It's hard for me to form or keep routines. When I lived at home, I had a routine since dad's horses were my responsibility. He bought them but had zero interest to take care of them himself. They would have starved if I wasn't there for them. Back then I liked that routine even that I had days when I absolutely HATED it. Tho, now that I look back: I have no regrets. I liked it despite bad days. Routines now? No. They are too demanding. However, I TRY to keep two routines: bathing on Wednesday and Saturday and going to bed at 2-4am and waking up after 10-12h (<- failing miserably)

I have try to keep routines via exercise and eating healthier. I did jumping exercises for 3-6 months straight, only keeping 1 day a week to rest. I LOVED it! Then I had to go watch sis for 2 months after her surgery and since she lives in a block, I couldn't do my jumping exercises. I returned home almost 3 months ago and... I haven't got myself back on jumping, even that I know I would LOVE it and it would do me good. It would help me with my leg and back pains. Eating healthier? I managed to eat better 2-4 weeks and then that just stopped. Dropped out of my life like a rock from your hand into a pond. Instead I have gotten back on my unhealthy eating (mainly surviving with chocolate which is NOT good for me, it causes me horrible back pains).

People say that after 2 weeks something becomes a routine. That doesn't work for me. If I manage to keep something up for months and keep one off day, that's it. I can't afford off days (except that worked with jumping).

Group of people exhaust me badly so I avoid them. That's why I go to big city with mom (I've no car or license) once a month. It takes us 10-12h before we are back home so I am BEAT, also having a fever since that trip has drained me completely. I don't mind having strangers around me as long as the place is big (like a mall) and as long as I don't need to talk to any of them. Seal me in a living room with 2-3, or more, people and I'm jumping on walls!

But because I don't like being around people, I usually go to market to get food in the last 2 hours the store is open. I also spend 2 hours if not more in grocery store, wandering between the shelves since I have absolutely NO IDEA what I want to eat. I have no desire to eat, I don't feel hungry, my stomach never growls, I never have anything like: "Oh, I want to eat thing X!".

Remembering things is an issue as well. I remember lines from Biker Mice from Mars from 90's and I often use them when joking with sis but ask me what I did last week: NO IDEA! No any memory! At times I get up from the floor (I like to sit on the floor) and then I'm like: "Why I stood up?" Or I remember something, get up and then stop because I forgot it instantly when I got up. I need to sit back down or return back to the spot where I remembered that thing. Only then I remember it again.

If I need to send any kind of email or message to someone, I read it 10 times if not more to make sure it's okay. That's why in the past job applications have taken TENS of hours to do since I've reread them over and over again before sending them, editing etc. Tho, I spend all those hours for nothing. Never got a job. One interview via phone call but that's all. And even then the woman on the other end was: "It's like winning a lottery to get in an interview." I count A LOT on my sis and her help. She's my support pillar. I often ask her advice, tell her things and so on. I know I can be exhausting and draining so I also try to give her space since I am the same; Needing A LOT of own space and time. Socializing, even with sis, gets exhausting and draining at some point, no matter how much I love her and all. Luckily I have some other people who I can turn to when I feel like I need someone to talk to.

Hopefully you find this reply helpful / supporting in any kind of way :)

[yunkiwii]

breakfast in bed

pairing: bf!wooyoung x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

wc: ~1.2k

requested: by @tinkerbellwoo ♡

a/n: so so so sorry sweetie for taking this long!!! i had another version of this but i hated it so much that i decided not to post anything until i liked what i was writing. but it is here now and i hope you enjoy it! ♡

summary: y/n is sick and whiny, not wanting to leave bed, but her sweet boyfriend wooyoung is ready to take care of her the best he can. (spoiler alert: she will be babied)

A sudden clarity hits your face, warming up your left cheek, and the soft voice of your boyfriend drags you out of a weird post-apocalyptic dream you were having, starring some actor from a movie you both saw on the previous night. You whine, not only because you didn't want that much sunlight on your face as soon as you wake up, but also because of the heaviness of your aching body, and so you pull up the duvet to cover up your face in hope that would protect you from at least one of the things that were bothering you.

You hear Wooyoung chuckle as you feel the mattress sink behind you, one of his hands pulling the covers off your face slowly before placing a kiss on your forehead, "How are you feeling? Your skin is burning again..."

"It hurts...", you pout at him, voice raspy and low, another consequence of your recently acquiered flu. "Can I just stay in bed all day?", you close your eyes and lean your head against his thigh as he begins to caress your hair softly.

"I'm sorry but you can't baby, you should real-"

"Why Woo? Why?", you whine dramatically as you turn to lay on your back and look at your boyfriend's smiley face hovering over you and blocking the sunlight. It was a wonderful view, one you thought should be a famous painting in a luxurious museum, so ethereal looking you almost forgot about the pain and gave him a faint smile, but just for one second.

"Please, I swear it hurts! I won't be able to walk, I swear!", and you're back at your dramatic act, whining and pouting at your boyfriend who tried, unsuccessfully, to get you out of bed. Even though you weren't in as much pain as you claimed to be, you were still feeling cumbersome, and if you felt this uncomfortable in the most comfortable place of your house you sure didn't want to know how you'd feel some place else.

Giving in to your pleas, Wooyoung leaves to get you some food, and you smile as you hear the tinkling of dishes back in the kitchen, wondering what kind of pancakes he is making. Will they be simple? Will they have strawberries? Or blueberries? The thought alone of all the options made you droole a little and your stomach grunted from hunger.

As soon as you hear his steps getting closer to the bedroom door, slowly as you assumed by the dragging sound his loose slippers made on the wooden floor, you sit straight up leaning your back against the headboard, feeling your stomach grunt once more.

But your excitment soon turns into disappointment, your wide smile falls into a pout as you see your boyfriend steadily carrying a tray that, to your dismay, does not have a plate full of pancakes and exotic fruits. In fact, you couldn't spot anything remotely sweet at all!

"Why does my pancake look like soup?", you furrow your brows and scrunch your nose while Wooyoung lets out an excruciating loud laugh at your question.

"Because soup has all the vitamins you need," he sets the tray carefully on your lap before sitting next to you under the covers, "and besides, I made it myself. Just for you." He widens his eyes at this last sentence, almost as if threatening you with his love and affection, portrayed by the green homemade soup in front of you.

"But pancakes taste better you know? And soup isn't breakfast suiting...", you exchange disgusted looks between the soup and your boyfriend who now is rolling his eyes at you as he picks up the spoon and delicatly fills it before facing you again.

"If you're acting like a baby, then I guess I will have to treat you like one." He chuckles, and a grin appears on his lips when you relunctantly give in, letting the boy feed you the so unwanted soup. You hated to - and would never - admit how much you actually liked being taken care of by your boyfriend. The same way he would never admit how much he liked to take care of you, despite hating seeing you in pain.

The way he would cook for you, leaving to the side the ingredients he knew you either disliked or were possibly allergic to, the way he caressed your hair and skin as he hummed one of your favourite songs next to your ear, the way he was simply there with you, for you, whether it was to scold you for not taking enough care of your health, whether it was to comfort you; all these things warmed your heart, making you feel at home and forgetting for splits of seconds how much your body ached and weighted.

Your lips draw a smile as the spoon is dropped into the empty bowl, stretching your arms as further into the air as possible before wrapping them around Wooyoung's torso, "You know what would be gre-"

"No (y/n)," he cuts you off mid-sentence, fully aware of what you want from him, "I won't make you pancakes and bring them to bed! You can go eat them in the kitchen," you squint your eyes at him still not convinced to leave bed, and he kisses the top of your head, lingering there for a while before pulling away and looking at you disgusted, "after you shower!"

"Hey!" you pull away from him to slap his arm, but the sudden movement and loud squeal makes you burst into a coughing fit, unabling you to defend yourself from the subtle - not so subtle - accusation.

"I love you, but you stink...", the boy gets up from the bed heading towards the door with his nose scrunched, stopping before leaving to look at your miserable state once more, "You know you had a fever right? And it won't do you any better to stay there all day, wrapped in sweaty sheets and clothes."

You knew he was right, your night was hell and the fever made you sweat your bedsheets like crazy. You did need a shower, specially considering that the annoying wave of heat and cold shivers was threatening to come back and haunt you again.

But you didn't want to let Wooyoung win this easily, not without having something in your favour and so, you made him promise to bake you your favourite pancakes afterwards and eat them with you, snuggled up on the couch as he reads a random book from your shelf for you.

It wasn't an easy task convincing him, or so he made it seem to you. He was in the kitchen when you suggested that plan, therefore you didn't catch how brightly he smiled before biting his bottom lip, thinking of a way to not give in right away, even though all he could think about was the scent of your freshly washed hair against his shoulders, his left arm wrapped around your waist as his hand draws circles on your thigh, feeling your breathing calming down as you struggle more and more to keep your eyes open, lulled by his sweet voice reading you the tales of some modern days princess who doesn't need a prince.

And you would've been that princess, if Wooyoung weren't the prince.

[delirious-comfort]

I got off work a bit late, so I just had dinner. A turkey sandwich, because I couldn't be bothered with cooking or waiting on a delivery.

Shit outta luck, though staking out lesbians sounds more interesting. I was trying to sensor myself. :]

I wish. Alas, I have no one but myself to blame for the transition from fun to boring and miserable. The pay is better, but with each passing day, I am seeing it is not worth it.

Ah yes. I have acquired a nice collection of paper cuts, made all the more pesky each time I use hand sanitizer. I'm just not that kind of masochist. The temptation to throw all the stacks of paper has been alarmingly frequent, though.

That is tragic. Poor food indeed. At least you still have the other half?

I will probably use one of your ideas for sure. You're helpful; I appreciate that. No to tuna, though. I will only bring ketchup into the mix if the fries absolutely suck. If the fries are good, there's no need for it.

Ooh, English teacher. That was my one of my best subjects, back in the day. I'm sorry depression got a hold on you. I can't say I know exactly what toll it's taken on you or anyone else despite dealing with my own, but I know a little of the havoc it can wreak on your mind. Middle schoolers would drive anyone mad. You were brave to go for that age group. A book! And I don't own it! What is it? (I'm sorry I live under a rock and tend to miss a lot)

30 minutes? I feel like I'm monopolizing your time now. And wow, you're a bigger night owl than me.

Sucking on lettuce doesn't sound like a good time.

I like games, I just haven't really played any in ages. What are your favorites?

Turkey sandwich sounds yum. Hope it was good.  Ah. See. I never would have thought it means shit outta luck. The most obvious option and I didn’t think of it :( But yes, staking out lesbians is always fun. Not that I ever do it. But I should. Once in a while. For scientific reasons. I think. I say if it’s not worth it, should definitely throw the paper pile. Even if it’s right before the weekend. And you have to clean it up yourself. It’ll feel totally glorious for about ten seconds. If you’re lucky and it’s a lot of paperwork, you might feel that euphoria for a whole thirty seconds. And vindication! Maybe throw in a Xena yell. And then go home quickly so you don’t have to deal with it until you return after the weekend.  Oh, you don’t like seafood. I forgot. Oop. I shall try and remember! Probably for the best, chicken is the supreme protein anyway. I really love chicken. In case you still couldn’t tell.  Hm. The book is Shadow Haven, but in book form. It got published by Ylva couple of years ago. I don’t actually know from which fandom you’ve been fangirling :P if it’s SQ you’ll probably know Shadow Haven, if it’s not, then you won’t. Or you hate SH, which is also valid enough. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea and it shouldn’t be! And no, not monopolizing my time. It was cold and I was burrito’d in bed and that made it really awkward to type on my phone. Besides, I like this whole thing. It’s a fun part of my day.  Hm, games. Let’s see. If it’s like board/family games, I really like monopoly. Although, lately I’m liking it a little less because I play it with my niece a lot and she gets so offended when she doesn’t win. And she does this pouty thing when you have to trade with her and it makes me give her shit for free. I think she’s playing me, though. Little shit. I love her, though. She’s learned from the best :P PC games I really like story rich games. Or brain popcorn games. I played House Flipper for a while, because it required zero brain power and just required my w+e keys and my finger to click my house over and over again. It was nice. But now I’m sorta over it. So now I’m playing Destiny 2, because I like the pewpew sound it makes. I don’t really know what the story is, or what I’m supposed to be doing. But it’s fun and keeps me entertained.  Other than that, these are the games currently installed on my PC:  Raft - Spellbreak - Destiny 2 - House Flipper - Genshin Impact - Stardew Valley - My Time at Porta - Minecraft - The Elder Scrolls Online - Assassin’s Creed Odyssey - Fortnite - Overwatch - Grand Theft Auto V - Defiance 90% of them I don’t play or I play them very sporadically xD And the common thread in the games above is most have fishing, and for some dumb reason I really like to fish in games? It’s so chill to do.  I can’t think of a question to ask back. Uh. How’s your day going? Do you have weekend or does the life of a IT / paper goddess never end?  Meep meep.