#tlc: sweet tea

[thelaughtercafe]

Convenient Interventions

Tea Type: Sweet Tea (Fluff)

Potential Triggers: None for this one! ^^

Pairing: Oikawa & Tsukishima/ Kageyama

Length: 638

Summary: Tsukishima realizes Kageyama is having trouble focusing, and Oikawa, helpful friend that he is, decides to help him relax.

A/N: Gods Kageyama is such a cute Lee and I feel like these two would be lethal Lers, especially to him. Poor Tobio-

“Man, you really suck today- can’t focus King?”

Kageyama whirled and barked a retort. 

“Shut it, Four Eyes no-one asked you!”

“So aggressive. Scary~ What, did you not sleep last night, stressing about Oikawa again?”

Kageyama flinched and Tsukishima smirked to himself. 

Bingo.

He marched over to where Tsukishima waited on the sidelines and started ranting. 

“Why would I even care that he’s here- I’m gonna wipe the floor with him!”

“I’m sure that’s why you’re trembling.”

Tsukishima grabbed his arm, holding it up so he’d see his own hand. 

“Wow, you’re that on edge cause of little old me? I’m flattered Kageyama~”

Kageyama tried to whirl to face Oikawa but Tsukishima still had a firm grip on his arm. 

“You- don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Oh, don’t I? You’d always get the pregame jitters- remember how we used to help you out with that~?”

There was a lilt evident now, and Tsukishima couldn’t deny he was curious, especially as Kageyama turned his attention back to him and tried to squirm out of his grip when Oikawa began to leisurely walk over. 

“Lemme go- this is stupid!”

“Aw, don’t be like that! I just wanna help.”

“No! I-”

“Don’t tell me your new teammates don’t know Tobio. That just won’t do! Tsukishima- you wouldn’t mind helping me dispel Kageyama’s fears, would you?”

Tsukishima probably should’ve been a good teammate and released Kageyama- but he could admit he was sadistically curious. 

“Whatever- if it’ll help him play at his best..”

He dismissed, raising his chin as he pulled Kageyama towards him, readjusting him a moment and putting his arms under his to hold the squirming setter against his body. 

Oikawa beamed at both of them, easily speaking over Kageyama’s cursing. 

“Kageyama here- is actually really ticklish. Here, I’ll show you! It’s the best way to make him shut that big mouth of his and make him squeal.”

He closed in before Kageyama could kick him away and dug into the boy’s sides but he held firm, glaring at him for all he was worth and biting his lip. 

Unfortunately for Kageyama, his smirk only widened at the challenge. 

“Ah, he’s playing hard to get. That’s fine by me- it’s more fun when I get to break him!”

Tsukishima couldn’t help snickering. 

“Well at least now your fear of him makes sense. Too ticklish to take it? The ones who talk a big game like you always have some sort of childish weakness like this. Wait till the others find out.”

Kageyama turned red, his blush raging and very evident and Oikawa encouraged it further with his own laughter, dancing his fingers up to scribble merrily at his ribs making Kageyama finally burst out laughing, unable to help himself. 

“Ahaha! Wow, you’re a mean one! Teasing is the perfect way to break that stoic facade of his. Isn’t that right Tobio?" 

"You guys are the whohohorst!! Cut it ohohohout!”

“We’re just trying to help Tobio- you don’t have to pretend you hate it.”

Oikawa cooed.

“I’m not pretending!! You guys shuhuhuhuck!”

“Your blush says otherwise. I didn’t even know it could go to your ears like that.”

Tsukishima quipped, blowing air into it and making Kageyama squeal. He could deny it all he wanted but the blonde blocker felt how relaxed he’d become. This really had helped him unwind. 

Still, he decided to be nice. Just this once. 

“Alright, I don’t want him too tired out before we beat you- thanks for the information though Captain.”

Tsukki finally released him and Oikawa jumped back with a laugh as Kageyama panted and glared at him.  He shook himself off and seemed dead set on taking the other down, storming off to practice with Hinata, and Tsukishima couldn’t help but snicker. 

This information would definitely have its uses down the line.

[mygnolia]

take care of him, sunghoon's sick!

or alt. the pt 2 no one asked for... LOL

pairing: sunghoon x gn!reader headcannons! | wc: 800 | cw: food, sunghoon as a SIMPPP lots of kisses and cuddling

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sunghoon does his best not to get sick whatsoever 

he’s an athlete and a student, if he gets sick he falls behind on a LOT 

but when he saw you in his puffer jacket and a smile at his competition, ofc he had to kiss you 

you were his one and only and he loves you to death 

simphoon! 

smiling ear to ear on the drive home as you tell him how cool he always looks on the ice

he gets SHY 

wdym his baby is complimenting him profusely 

you two  make food together, and although you’re still congested, you promise sunghoon you feel much better. 

makes soup and noodles 

yes he hugs you from behind yes he rests his chin on the top of your head 

the man is 5’11 (and i’m 5’4 mmmm how perfect)

one kiss leads to another kiss and suddenly you’re giggling from the ticklish feeling and how he’s annunciating every “mwah!” 

kisses all over your face 

he snuggles with you on the couch when you eat, and actually cuddles you this time 

“Someone’s clingy,” you joke, and he buries his head in your neck. “But it’s okay. I like it.” 

hoon is all blush blush

“It’s been a long time, I missed you,” HE’S SO POUTY AND BABIE 

You two definitely fall asleep with a light on, his legs tangled with yours, his hand around your waist holding you close. 

Uh oh!

Sore throat. 

“I think you got me sick.” You apologize like crazy, rushing to make him some egg drop soup and tea

“Shhh, Hoon, go back to bed, let me take care of you” 

oh the man is WHIPPED head over HEELS he’s like omg what did I do in my past life to get someone as caring as ____ 

He’s also whiny, and kind of quiet

he is a thinker and a listener so when he’s sick, he’s even less inclined to talk or be his usual rambunctious self 

It makes you feel bad for putting your boyfriend in such a miserable position 

But he promised you it’s not your fault (even though it is) and that it’s not as bad as you think it is 

no more feeling bad! You have to make sure sunghoon recovers as quick as he can 

You separate medicine into little containers and makes sure he always leaves with warm tea, cough drops, gloves, and any medication if he needs 

You drive him whenever, 1. because he is ur passenger princess! and 2. because you don’t want him to be stuck in traffic when tired

Always Always getting him layers 

and now it’s your turn to refuse his kisses and hugs. 

“____ I want to cuddle.” 

You shake your head, a smile threatening to break your stoicism. “You’re sick, baby. You don’t want to get me sick again, do you?” 

“But I miss you :(“ oh he definitely is following you around the house like a puppy trying to get you to give him forehead kisses and that sweet sweet tlc. 

He sends you voicemails when you’re busy telling you “hi baby i’m at home still are you still coming over today?” violent coughing “i mizz u and i wuv u”

AGH so whipped for this boy im…

you come over with more soup and cuddles and love 

he falls asleep halfway through his movie and you have to check his forehead to make sure he’s not having a fever 

dishes are CLEANED everything is put away and then you go sleep on the couch

now lets say the couch is huge and there is space for two 

WELL sunghoon wakes up in the middle of the night and sees you’re not in bed :(( so he goes out to the living space with his blanket and then just falls asleep on you 

and you wake up like wtf i cannot breathe??? 

but oh it’s just hoonie bb its okay 

HES SOOOOO CUTEEE 

messy hair covering his forehead and eyes as he sleeps on your shoulder, hot breath fanning your neck 

you just stay there until the afternoon because you could not try to untangle yourself even if you tried 

but he’s better! at least he says so 

he feels a lot more energetic, is attending practice for longer periods of time and more frequently, and you see the sparkle in his eyes again 

YAYYYY BB HOON IS RECOVEREDDDDDD 

you still dote on him until he’s completely better because you truly want to make sure he’s not overworking himself

agh he WILL marry you he will put a ring on your finger and boom you two have a white picket fence and two dogs and a cat. 

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hello it’s me ren again 🤓 mmmwah i love hoon

[owliellder]

The Finer Details

Post DI! Leon Kennedy x f! Painter Reader

MDNI 18+

(Session 1, Session 2, Session 3, Session 4, Session 5, The Reveal)

Description: Leon realizes that retirement is in his best interest now that he's getting older. All of his accomplishments as an agent mean he's truly earned a painting to commemorate..

Warnings: Not Proofread, Age gap! (reader is anywhere between mid-late 20's and Leon is 40), Porn w/ Plot, Use of she/her pronouns, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alcoholism, mentions of trauma/PTSD/depression, P in V smut (wrap it NEOW), Leon cries during sex 💔

Tags: Older Leon Kennedy, Younger afab!Reader, Leon is SAD but he is your muse, Crying, mentions of Leon masturbating, starts off with Dom! Leon and Sub! Reader, falls into switch territory because that man needs some serious TLC, Praise kink, Hickeys, Handjob, Nipple play, Oral sex (m! and f! receiving), and a heavy dose of Aftercare

Author's Note: I write these at work and I work nightshift all alone in a little gatehouse, right? I kid you not 3 coyotes were staring at me through the door and I didn't even notice. I saw them running by on the cameras but I honestly thought it was just a group of feral cats cause they were so small.

Anyways, thank you for 300 followers!! I'm geekin' out over that! And Friday morning the last chapter will be out 😈🙏

Cross-posted on AO3

Session 5: Finishing Touches

The word excited was a vast understatement when it came to seeing you again.

Leon's heart was thrumming against his chest as he stood silently in front of your apartment door. His hand was raised up halfway, ready to knock, but a sudden wave of anxiety was holding him back. He was at your apartment. Your apartment.

The drive over was relatively short, it was closer than your workspace, yet he felt confident the entire way here. Now here he was, frozen in place, worried his knock would be too loud or make him seem desperate, even. A ridiculous thought, obviously the man knew that, but it gripped his mind nonetheless.

You must've had a sixth sense, having opened the door before he'd built up the courage to actually knock, when all reality you just recognized the sound of his motorcycle at this point. The sweet smile you gave Leon was enough to draw him into your apartment. He was quick to take his jacket off since he was sweating bullets, hanging it up on the coat rack next to your front door.

You could tell he was nervous just by how jittery he was, it was endearing yet worrisome at the same time. Seeing how worked up you made him was adorable, but at the same time you didn't want him to feel uncomfortable around you.

"Sit wherever, Mr. Kennedy. My house is yours." You placed a hand on his bicep to try and ease him, smile still remaining as you watched him survey the living room. A quiet laugh fell from his lips as he trained his eyes on you. "It's Leon, please. Making me feel real old over here..." You rolled your eyes with a playful groan. It was just a formality you'd trained yourself to respond with when it came to clients. A hard habit to break since you'd never really dated any of them before now.

With a gentle pat, you slowly turned and walked off into your admittedly small kitchen where the faint sound of boiling water could be heard. It took a few seconds before Leon decided to follow you, not totally convinced to take a seat just yet. You glanced over your shoulder at him before turning back to reach up into one of your cabinets, pulling out a couple mismatched mugs. "You like chai?" He nodded, licking his lips at the idea of something to drink.

The man could only stand awkwardly a few feet behind you and watch as you grabbed a couple tea bags from another cabinet, setting reach bag in their respective mug. An electric kettle sitting atop your counter beeped once it reached the selected temperature, prompting you to grab the handle and pour the water into the mugs.

You covered the mugs to let them steep, turning around to lean back against the edge of your counter so you could look at Leon. He looked like a lost puppy, hands in the pockets of his jeans as he took in your kitchen. With a sympathetic sigh, you pushed yourself from the counter and looped your right arm through his, leading him out of the kitchen back towards your living room. "Get comfortable, I'll bring the tea over here, okay?"

He just let you lead him over to the couch, sitting down at your request with a meek nod. He really should be more confident than this, but he was far out of practice when it came to women. The idea of messing this up for himself was terrifying.

Leon's head followed you as you walked around to the front of the couch, watching as you set the mugs on the coffee table before sitting down next to him. He rested his hands on top of his thighs, eyes now stuck to the tea placed in front of him.

"Are you feeling alright? You look like you're gonna throw up." You meant this in a joking manner, even giggling a bit as you spoke, but Leon's head jerked away from the tea to look at you, eyebrows furrowed with worry as he shook his head. "No-.. No, I'm okay, just... Can I be honest?"

That kind of question never failed to make you nervous, and he was quick to pick up on that, clearing his throat after stumbling over his words. "It's... It's been a long time since I've done anything like this. Seeing someone."

Your mouth formed a small 'o' shape at his confession before falling back to that same sweet smile that you welcomed him in with. "You're right to be nervous, Leon. But hey," you paused to scoot closer to him, ".. I've had the privilege to learn a bit of backstory from you already, and after working with a few other agents before you, I have a general idea on just how taxing that kind of job can be."

Leon tightened his lips as he listened to you, worry still plain on his face. You were right and maybe that's why he grew to like you so easily. He didn't have to explain anything since you already knew the basic gist of it all, holding a level of understanding that most other potential partners wouldn't have.

You reached in front of him to grab the mug, carefully placing it in one of his hands before reaching further to grab the other, now having him hold the mug with both hands. He kept fidgeting with his jeans, clearly needing something to hold onto.

"I won't pry, the details of your job seem pretty intense, but I want you to know that I'll never turn you away, relationship or not." You'd grabbed your own mug now, looking down as you pinched your index and thumb on the paper end to the tea bag to jostle it a bit. "You've more than earned the time you have now to just be yourself."

Leon swallowed dryly, turning his attention down to where he was holding the mug in his lap. He didn't even know he needed to hear those words, but dammit were they definitely hitting home.

"Thank you." He managed to say, voice meek and slightly scratchy from just how dry his mouth had become. "You... have a way with words?" He breathed out a chuckle to which you followed up with a laugh of your own. Despite feeling so vulnerable and awkward, he still managed to make a joke.

You closed your eyes as you brought the mug up to your lips, taking a sip of the now perfectly warm tea before opening them again to give the man next to you a smirk. "What a charmer you are, huh?"

And just like every other time the two of you had been around each other, Leon started to relax by the hour; talking more, joking more, getting closer to you, and once you both finished up the tea, he held onto your hand with his own.

He followed you around your apartment when you excitedly asked to give him a tour. It was small, a very humble one bedroom, one bathroom apartment, but to Leon it was probably the most comfortable place he'd ever been. So similar to your workplace in terms of decor, but now it was full of your more personal items.

The smell of the tea from earlier was beginning to fade, making way for the smell of just you, such a pleasant and intoxicating smell to the man.

Your bedroom was the biggest culprit so far, the two of you winding up sitting on the edge of your bed. Shamefully, he'd zoned out as you rambled on about whatever, just soaking in the feel of your comforter beneath his hands. It was soft, but definitely not as soft as your lips were.

While Leon was zoned out, his eyes had gotten stuck again, this time on your lips as they moved. You were focused somewhere else, looking forwards, not really paying attention to where he was staring. He so badly wanted to kiss you again, the last kiss didn't last nearly as long as he would've liked it to.

Leon knew his words would fail him and he wanted to act before his nerves got the better of him, leading him to moving his eyes up to yours, his hand reaching to gently hold under chin so he could turn your head to face him.

The feel of his hand caused you to pause your ramble, letting him turn your head to face him. He looked so handsome with that wanting look, his eyes flittering from your own and back down to your lips.

He seemed to know what he wanted, so you opted to just let him slowly pull you closer into a kiss, eyes closing as your lips touched his. It was a little longer than the kiss you shared the night before, but after pulling away and seeing the shy smile you had, he couldn't help but pull you right back in.

His eyebrows furrowed, hands finding their way to your back to pull you closer, one between your shoulder blades while the other on the small of your back. You arched against his touch, letting him angle you the way he wanted. Leon's hands moved to make way for his arms, biceps flexing as he tightly wrapped them around you. He had to hold on tight, fearing he would lose his little slice of heaven if he didn't.

Your lips felt amazing against his, so soft and pillowy. And god, the way your skin felt when he shifted one of his rough hands up under your shirt. He needed more, all of you.

He let out a low groan, almost a growl as he nibbled on your bottom lip before moving down to your neck. He leaned back a bit so his shoulders were resting against the head of the bed frame, managing to pull you even closer so your chest was pressed up a little higher than his, his head buried into the crook of your neck.

You breathed out a shaky breath as his hands began to wander again, still underneath your shirt. They went up and down your back, moving down to occasionally squeeze your waist. You made the prettiest sounds when he did.

Leon felt so needy, holding onto you like this, for dear life. He couldn't help it. You were his lifeline right now.

His lips trailed along the underside of your jaw and down the front of your throat, making sure to leave a trail of hickeys in their wake. He could feel you swallow and the vibrations from your moans, loving how alive you felt in his grasp.

You ran your fingers through his hair before gently tugging him away from your neck, tilting his head back ever so slightly so he was looking up at you. He was panting, breath cold against your spit-covered neck. You gave him the most endearing look, one hand trailing down to cup the side of his face. You didn't want him to worry even for a second.

"I'm not going anywhere." You whispered, running your thumb along his bottom lip before bringing him into another kiss. His grip on you loosened enough for you to carefully slide down and settle your upper half into his lap.

Leon's lip quivered as he watched you, hands trembling once you'd slid out of his grasp. Your words were comforting, but he couldn't hold onto you the way he wanted when you were down there. Though, with the way you rested your cheek against the bulge straining in his jeans, he wasn't all that worried anymore.

You watched your hand with a lazy smile as you stroked him over his jeans, both arms resting on his thighs to keep them spread apart. Leon needed love and care and you were more than willing to help him make up for the lost time.

After unbuckling his belt and pulling it off, you unzipped his jeans, sitting up to pull them down in the front. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, silently asking for permission to which he eagerly nodded his head. He even reached his hands down to help, but you swatted them away.

"Let me take care of you..." Carefully, you pulled the front end of his boxers down far enough for his cock to spring out and then up against his stomach, already leaking precum. Leon groaned as the cool air hit it, causing his hips to jerk up a bit.

You didn't want to tease the poor man, so you reached your hand up and gripped the base, pulling it upright and to the side slightly. You stroked him languidly before placing a gentle kiss against the shaft. He whined, his legs now starting to shiver from the adrenaline.

Leon never could've imagined he'd get this far with you tonight, let alone get to watch you stroke his dick while giving it kisses and little kitten licks. A pitiful moan was pulled from him when you wrapped your lips around the tip to suck, your hand now stroking him faster.

You were so careful with him, focusing on his pleasure, having even stopped a couple times to make sure he was feeling good and also just to tell him how good he was doing.

With his cock now deep in your throat, tears were streaming down his face, small sobs falling from his lips as you bobbed your head up and down. It was all so much; the smell of your bedding, the feeling your mouth wrapped around him, the sound of his own weak little cries hitting his ears.

"I'm-.. God I'm sorry- I-" He spoke breathlessly through the moans and sobs, hands fisted into your comforter as he began to worry he'd chase you away. You pulled your mouth off of him, hand moving from holding the base to stroking him again. "You're doing such a good job, Leon. Just let go for me.." With your hushed words, you quickly put your mouth back around him, going right back to deepthroating him.

His orgasm surfaced fast, throwing his head back with a high pitched whine as he all so suddenly came down your throat. After pulling away, you gave the tip of his cock a gentle kiss before tucking it back into his boxers for him, staring up at him while running your hand along his thigh.

It was hard for him to look down at you, his head feeling heavy. A few small tears fell here and there, but now he was able to give you a tired smile. "Was that alright?" You asked him again, voice raspy from deepthroating the man.

Leon huffed out through his nose, smile widening as he quickly sat up, reached down, and pulled you up so your chest was pressed against his again. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly once more before burying his face into your neck.

It would've taken years for him to open up like that with anyone else, but it was different with you. You already knew, you understood, you were patient with him.

You made him feel weak in the best way possible. For once in his life he didn't need to be that strong, stone-cold agent who didn't bat an eye at death. With you, he could be soft.

It only took a few more sessions for Leon's portrait to be finished. All that needed to get done was some finishing touches since little things tend to get smudged along the way. All a part of the process.

Unfortunately for Leon, you didn't let him see the final product, blocking his every attempt to see it while saying something about "You don't get to see the bride before the wedding!" Whatever that meant.

When you told him it would take about two months to dry, he turned into the biggest man-child you've ever seen. Leon was just as bad as Chris in that sense, only difference being Claire was there to help contain Chris when he tried to see their portrait. Now you were left to deal with Leon's shenanigans all on your own.

No matter how much he begged and pleaded, you didn't relent. Hell, you even chased him out of the building with a dirty paintbrush. Two months was too long to wait for something like that. You were basically torturing him.

Luckily for you and him, it was easy to distract the man with the promise of a comfortable night at your apartment with some takeout. Afterwards, he really only ever asked about the portrait when he saw you working on something else. By now you'd hidden the painting away from his prying mind to give it time to dry. Out of sight, out of mind.

In the meantime, you would sketch him at random; while he was sitting on your couch, with his glasses on, naked on the bed posing for you "like one of your french girls", which was pretty funny yet surprisingly helpful. It had been a long time since you had the chance to draw a nude model, and what better than the ex-agent you'd grown so fond of?

Now it was just a matter of playing the waiting game. Leon's portrait was made to be extra special, secretly working on it while he was sleeping or off at the gym. Sure it prolonged the drying process, but you can't rush perfection in the end.

tags!: @greywardensaywhat @xkittiecatx @httpsuguru @k-fallingstar @lysa1201 @bobastayhigh @pocketstoriesstore @agent-dessis-posts @klee-iii @missjoenowhere @bbjposay @lazuliglace @bigtiddiesimp @finsternisle @sweets3rial @sodacolablast (there's a few of you that tumblr wouldn't let me tag for some reason 😭)

[lilspacewolfie]

Papas Caring For Hospitalized Reader

Spawned from pure self-indulgence. I've been through more hospital visits these last four weeks than I have my entire life. I want someone to bundle me up and make my hand better. I hate hospitals and operations *sobs*. Enjoy nonetheless!

Content: 2k words, Papas x gn!reader, SFW, bullet-pointed format, mentions of hospitals, needles (only mentioned), mention of general anaesthetic, angst, hurt/comfort, anxiety, lots of sweetness, you're getting pampered, no beta we die like nihil!)

This man will do everything in his power to make sure you’re looked after and relaxed. 

Tea for days! He will try different flavours until he finds the one you like.

Dives headfirst into deep research as to which herbs help your injury heal, as well as calm your nerves. He knows his plants well, but he wants to know more. You deserve the best of the best.

Insists on going with you for infirmary visits even when you tell him you’re fine (you’re not really, but you just don't want him to worry.)

He will anyway. 

Chronic worrier, especially given his age. 

He takes his health VERY seriously, yours too! The Ministry has the best medical care around. 

If you need a wound cleaned, stitches taken out, or other medicines, it's the place to get it. 

Primo will be with you as much as he’s able to, even if that means he’s sitting for a long time while you’re being treated. 

When you’re free and discharged—bandaged, bruised and probably feeling sore, he’ll take you back to his room for some TLC. 

Will have a bath or shower with you, (in his jungle of a washroom), depending on what you prefer and smother you with all your favourite scents.  

He’s a deeply caring individual and shows it openly. 

Will speak gently to you, whisper sweetly and ensure you’re not overstimulated more than you have been. 

“Shh, I know. I know amore. It’ll be over soon, just breathe for me.”

He knows how much you hate hospital/doctor visits. 

You can squeeze his hand if you want. 

If you need space for a bit after everything, he’ll gladly give it. 

If not, prepare to receive a lot of kisses, especially on your forehead (a lot of them, like… SO many.)

He will help you bathe if you’re unable to, running a foaming washcloth over your skin carefully. 

Let him wash your hair! It’s one of the things he adores doing for you!

Once you’re washed, warm and feeling more relaxed it’s time for more tea in bed with a snack if you want one!

He insists. Even if you don't feel like eating, try to drink something for him <3

“It will help you feel good and relax, Il mio fiore.” (My flower)

Fluids are important (wink-wonk).

Reminds you to take your meds like clockwork (always with tea and water)

You’re his petalo (petal) and he loves you dearly. 

Will wrap you up in the mountain of blankets and faux furs he has on his lush bed. He’s old, he feels the cold more than others. At least he has you to keep him warm.

Secondo hates when you’re hurt/hurting in any capacity. 

Even if it's something minor, he’ll worry about it to the point where he loses sleep over it. 

He’s a big, brooding mother hen. 

The Emeritus curse of being a chronic worrier doesn’t stop at Primo.

This man wants you to be okay and it kills him when you’re not. 

Will also go with you to the infirmary and stay with you. 

The staff always find him a little intimidating, but they know he’s just worried sick. He’s kind to everyone, but honestly, he won't speak much unless spoken to. 

“Are you alright, mio tesoro?” Is what he mainly asks, his voice so low it's close to a rumble. 

Tries his best to make you feel relaxed. 

Will make really, god-awful dad jokes that are so bad you do laugh. 

He will quietly hold your hand the entire time, rubbing his bare fingers over our knuckles. 

You rarely see him remove his gloves in public, but he HAS to be touching you. He insists. 

He’s had enough knocks and breaks in his life to know how fragile the human body can be, but also how incredible it is at self-repair. 

That doesn’t mean he views you as a fragile thing that needs to be wrapped in wool, but he loves you so deeply he would if you let him. 

He admires your strength and resolve as you put up with being poked and prodded (by needles or with doctors.) 

Once you’re released from care, good luck getting him to be anywhere less than within touching distance. 

You’re getting a kiss. Lots of them. Mostly chaste and gentle. 

You can tell it's because he worries about hurting you. 

He relaxes a bit more when you kiss him HARD and bite at his bottom lip. 

Will also help you bathe and shower. Again, touching distance. Just let him be near you for his own sanity. 

Though he wouldn’t be upset if you need some space. He’s very understanding if you’re overstimulated. 

Will linger outside the door in case you need anything. 

Let him dry you off and dress you in comfortable clothes. He can see you that way. 

He can see you’re still with him and that you’re safe. 

He’ll touch you slowly, running his large hands over your skin. 

Will spoon you once you’re in bed or let you curl into him. 

He’ll bury his nose in your hair, breathe you in and say a wordless prayer to Lucifer that you recover quickly. 

“Ti amo.” You hear him whisper as he presses a kiss to your forehead and strokes your hair.

Only falls asleep once he’s sure you have, holding you close the entire night. 

Terzo. Oh, Terzo. 

Emeritus curse of being a chronic worrier? Check. Turn it up to eleven. 

Unlike Secondo, Terzo is open with his worries. 

He’s a fair mix of his brothers, both gentle and occasionally stoic given the shape you’re in. 

If it's something minor, he’ll try to play it off with a bit of humour like he tends to do. He’ll make bad jokes (oh ho, you thought Secondo’s were bad just wait for this.) 

If it’s something you need an operation for, this man will be silently out of his mind. *insert any internally screaming gif here*

He takes pride in his appearance, but you’ll start to notice cracks—dishevelled hair, a button not done up or a smudge of his paint. 

It would worry you more if he didn’t have Omega or one of his brothers to make sure he’s drinking and eating regularly.

Tries to hide his stress. Fails. Rinse and repeat. 

He doesn’t want you to worry about him, you’re the one in pain, about to be put under and Lucifer… What's he going to do if something happens?

He loves you. Adores you. You’re his life.

He knows how much you hate being stuck in hospitals and it pains him to see you stressed. The last thing he wants to do is add to that, so he’ll play it cool. 

When you go in he’s pacing the halls.

Rest assured, the healthcare of the Ministry has you in safe hands. 

It puts Terzo at ease, but don't expect him to leave your side when everything is over. He will sit at your bedside, kiss your knuckles and stroke your hair. 

Let him touch you. Just let him. 

He’s been through so much heartache in his life. 

Will kiss each of your fingers and whisper sweet words to you. 

“You’ll be okay, vita mia. Cuore mio. I’m here. I’m with you.” (My life. My heart.)

Maybe he’ll hum some songs too. 

You’re his everything. 

Once you’re ready and well enough to leave, you’re getting pampered to hell and back. This man worships the ground you walk on. 

Whatever you want it's not too much. A bath? A shower? Just to get into bed and fall asleep? Terzo’s right there with you.

Dinner in his massive, plush bed with your favourite movie.

When you’re ready to sleep he’ll plaster himself to you. He would crawl inside your skin if he could. 

Fitful sleeper. Wakes up a few times just to make sure you’re ok. 

Eventually sleeps soundly once you kiss his worries away. 

Stroke his hair. He’s a sucker for that!

*Copia is not Nihil’s son in my verses/AUs unless explicitly stated.*

He’s learned bad habits from the Papas it seems. 

Worrier. Yes, it's chronic. Seriously, are we sure this isn’t like the flu?

Paces a lot. 

Good luck getting him to sit still. 

If he's not pacing, he’s as close to you as physics will allow. 

Lots of touching. Will rest his head by your hip if he’s tired from all that pacing. 

Perfect opportunity to run your fingers through his hair.  

He’ll hold your hands and kiss your knuckles. 

All that stress tires him out. 

“Mi dispiace, amore. Non sto aiutando,” he’ll whisper brokenly. (I'm sorry, amore. I'm not helping.)

You two probably end up curled up on the bed of the infirmary together if you have been waiting a while. A nap won't hurt. 

You kiss slowly as you get comfortable, limbs tangled.

The angle is a bit awkward. 

The sleep helps but he’s still going to be stressed when he wakes up. 

Will get you anything you need. A drink or food, perhaps one of the really nice yogurts they do at the visitor's cantine. 

Will ask the nurses and doctors SO many questions. He likes to be informed. Gets stressed if anything is unclear. 

Maybe he should be in this infirmary bed and not you. 

Prepare to be coddled once you’re discharged. 

You’re both taking a long, hot bath or shower. 

He wants to wash you down so he can see you and make sure you’re ok. Lots of tender kisses to your skin. 

Ends up with you in his arms under the hot water just swaying together. 

You’re wearing his clothes. No, not just because he likes how they look on you but because they’re baggy and won't irritate your skin *cough*. Sure Copia. 

He’ll order your favourite food and you can watch a movie in his room together. 

Will mother hen you, constantly ask if you need anything, and make sure your water glass is full. 

He probably will cry. It’s just been so much. 

You can cry together if you want. You both understand. 

Also like clockwork when it comes to medication (if you’re taking any.) 

Curls up in bed with you. You both sleep like the dead after such a long, stressful day. 

Breakfast in bed when you wake up.

*Copia is not Nihil’s son in my verses/AUs unless explicitly stated.*

Copia might not be of the Emeritus blood, but unholy shit does the curse of being a chronic worrier catch like wildfire. 

He’s Papa now he’s gotta be strong. 

Will put on a brave face. But underneath he’s still the cardinal he was years back. 

He’ll worry and fret and pace. There's no changing some things. 

While he’s outwardly less anxious, this poor man has so much weighing on his shoulders after he took over to front the band. 

Inwardly it's chaos. 

His hair is never quite as smoothed back as it normally is and his paint is a touch worn. 

There are some things you can't change about a man. Not really. 

Prepare to be coddled, again. The mother hen has never left the coop. 

He’s going to pamper you when he gets you back to his room. Of course, you’re staying with him, he’s not letting you go. 

So. Many. Kisses. 

This man loves kissing you. He adores you so. 

A bath in his spacious tub is just what the doctor ordered. You lay against him and relax in the dim with only the light of candles. 

Finally lets himself cry. 

You shush him, kiss him and remind him that you love him and that you’re ok. 

He loves you so much he can't even express it. The thought of losing you kills him. 

He tries to push your hands away when you take a cloth to his paint. You’re the one who's been hurt and poked at all day, he’s supposed to be caring for you!

Eventually relents because you both know you need this. 

More kisses and mutual washing. You love seeing how his skin pinkens across his cheek, arms and back. It brings out the pretty freckles all over his body. 

When you both get into bed, tangled up again, Copia will whisper how much he loves you until he’s too tired to talk anymore. 

You both sleep like the dead.

masterlist ⛧ Ao3

[moodywyrm]

mdni.

thinking about apartment neighbor! abby. you're both young, barely out of or just finishing up bachelors degrees, maybe starting grad school. living on the fourth floor of a somewhat crappy apartment building, but figuring it out nonetheless. Abby, in apt. 4C, only vaguely (incredibly) in love with her neighbor in apt. 4D.

when abby first moved in – finally living on her own after sharing an apartment with her bestfriend, Manny, for all of undergrad – she was stunned to find the sweet bookseller from her favorite bookstore entering the apartment next to her's. y'all had already struck up an easy friendship, born from Abby's frequent trips to the bookstore.

it's a good set up, for both of you. y'all have dinner together at least once a week, usually over takeout and shitty TLC shows. You see each other in the mornings too, usually for coffee or toast or whatever pastries you've baked for breakfast. Abby doesn't know this, but at some point you started baking her favorites (pastries filled with guayaba y queso), purely so she could start her day off with a win.

Once, Abby came over with her hair loose around her shoulders, hair tie and brush in hand, tears brimming in her eyes because, for the first time in years, she couldn't braid it herself. She'd injured herself while helping out some of the kids at the rec center she volunteers at, and ended up with a pinched nerve that made it damn near impossible to lift her shoulder. It had been fine the night before, but the ache had become borderline unbearable by the time she woke up.

You sat her down at your kitchen table, easing the brush through her soft tresses, being so soft and gentle with her that she almost cried out of gratitude. Abby swore she almost started purring when you ran your fingers through her hair, sectioning it and weaving together the three chunks of hair, taking care not to pull at them.

it's so sweet, and kind, and Abby swore she wasn't in love with you but now she's reconsidering everything she's ever known. Especially when you tell her to rest for the day, letting her stay in your apartment with your fluffy black ragdoll cat, Selby, while you work your shift at the bookstore.

She spends the day reading the copy of Small Things Like These she found on your shelf, drinking the sweet tea you left her. Selby trails her around the apartment as she takes in every detail of your living room. The patchwork quilt draped over the armchair in the corner, a half-read copy of Good Omens sitting on top of it. The mismatch dinnerware sitting in a collapsible drying rack on your kitchen counter. The handmade red scarf hanging in your entry way, the fuzzy animal slippers underneath it. It's all very sweet, very you, and Abby gets the feeling she could get used to this. This sitting, waiting for you, wanting you to have someone (her) to come home to.

I dont have more coherent thoughts but uhhhhh??? tentatively back?????

[homoroni]

°My Fav Period Comforts°

My Absolute Favourites - ♡

Harry Potter

You and Remus Lupin have synced cycles

Oh Deer! - Remus Lupin short

Just Hold Me... Please? - You're having bad period cramps and Sirius Black comforts you

A Gentleman - Y/n gets her period and Sirius Black shows off how much of a gentleman he is...which translates to him being a big ol' softie

Warm Baths And Raspberry Teas - You are on your period, Sirius Black tries to help

Cramps - James Potter helps comfort y/n when she has bad cramps

Red And White Sheets - You and James Potter wake up to a fun surprise ♡

In Between - Theodore Nott cuddles you

Our Brave Girl - Y/n has really bad cramps and her boys (Marauders) comfort her

His Sweet Girl - Reader is having a really bad period day and Oliver Wood comforts and takes care of her ♡

Your boyfriends (The Marauders) help you while your period

Just Want To Be With You - Theodore Nott takes care of you ♡

You get surprised while cuddling with Remus Lupin on his couch

Crimson Cuddles - Draco Malfoy's stressed once you don't show up to class ♡

Fred Weasley comforts you after a bad day

Heart Shaped Bruises - Theodore Nott

Poor Thing - you’re on your period, and Matthéo Riddle’s there to help you feel less awful ♡

You're embarrassed about your period so you don't tell your boyfriends, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, but once they find out they do their best to comfort you

Embarrassment at Spinner’s End - Waking up with Severus Snape to a fun surprise

Haikyuu

Moon Cycle - Kozume Kenma arrives home and after realising you're on your period, he comforts you

Osamu Miya x Reader Period comfort

Pain is temporary - Suna Rintarou

BNHA

Period Cuddles - You manage to rope Bakugo Katsuki into cuddles to soothe your cramps

Warm Hands - Bakugo Katsuki is your personal heating pad

Auntie Flow - Clingy Todoroki Shoto ♡

Damn it. Period. - How Bakugo Katsuki would react to you being on your period

Marval

Peter Parker finds out you're on your period

What a Way to Wake Up - Periods, as natural as they are, suck and Peter Parker being the wonderful boyfriend that he is, only wants you to feel good, safe, and comfortable. You’re his number one priority ♡

Cramps -Loki's fiancé has always struggled with her endometriosis, the pain leading her every month to passing out, throwing up or sometimes even in hospital and he dreaded knowing there was nothing he could do, but he finds a way. ♡

Taking Care - Bucky takes care of you while you’re on your period

The Asgardian Way - You get your period at the most unfortunate time, on date night with Loki. ♡

Stranger Things

TLC - Reader has to cancel a date due to period sickness, but Steve Harrington’s happy to keep them company anyway

Steve Harrington takes care of you

Period Comfort - Steve Harrington

Harry Styles

Harry Soothes Your Period Cramps With His Large, Warm Hands - You accidentally wake Harry Styles up from his sleep when you place his hand on your tummy to help with your period cramps and he then helps comfort you in your time of discomfort.

While staying the night at your boyfriend Harry Styles's house, you get your period and then end up getting sick due to painful period cramps. ♡

The Period Incident - When you arrive back to Harry Styles's house from a date night, things start to get heated quickly but as he goes to pull your panties off, that's when he realizes you aren't wet from arousal but are wet from aunt flo

Period Cramps Are No Fun - You wake up in the middle of the night with severe period cramps and when your housemate and friend, Harry Styles, happens to wake up for a glass of water, he sees you on the bathroom floor crying and has no choice but to be by your side and comfort you

The Last Of Us

Periodically - Joel Miller helps you while you get your period at his

Blood Within Me - You have a bad period and Joel Miller comforts you

Heating Pad - Joel Miller helps you feel better while you're on your period

Other

Sleepy Afternoons - A lazy Sunday, the perfect start to a week on your period where you'll be constantly pestered by your dragon boyfriend

Peter Sutherland comforts you

Wild In The Fire - Jack Conroy

Period Comfort - Hobie Brown

Sapnap comforts you

Put That On My Love - Todd Anderson ♡

I’m Taking With The Notion - Ethan Hawke

Pains - Levi Ackerman takes care of you ♡

Period Pains - Kakashi Hatake

Personal Period Tracker - Nanami Kento, your boyfriend, is more observant than you thought

Embarrassed - There is nothing to be embarrassed about in front of your riduur, Din Djarin

Murder In The Morning - Your period came while sleeping over at Hobie Brown's

Period Comfort With Karma Akabane

Ants Are Going to Town in My Body - Your boyfriend, Shayne Topp, helps you through the roughest night of your period after getting a taste of cramps for himself.

Girl You’re Sweet Like - Neil Perry takes care of you ♡

Lover - Your husband, Count Vronsky, comforts you on your period.

Let You Go, Let You Fly - Luke Skywalker ♡

Worried Sick Stiles Stilinski

[mokokone]

Requests for our darling medicine vendor you say? If that's the case, could I request some first time together smut?

⚠Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ!⚠ Tʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs sᴍᴜᴛ, ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇ sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ/ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ɢᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ. Tʜᴀɴᴋs!♡

The Medicine Seller/Kusuriuri x Fem!Reader [Smut]

Summary: Kusuriuri rewards you for being a good apprentice with a little TLC.

Paring(s): The Medicine Sell/Kusuriuri x Fem!Reader.

Warning: Smut, adult content, sexual themes.

Word Count: 1,922

He placed his hands on your hips instinctively.

Cerulean eyes gaze down at you, exuding a desire to make passionate love to you. However, you sense his restraint, knowing that he is holding back...

For now.

"Master K-Kusuriuri," you whispered his name, the sound barely audible in the quiet room.

"We mustn't."

Kusuriuri growled and pressed his lips against your neck. The feeling of his sharp canines against your skin caused little tingles every now and then as his hands idly began playing with the hem of your kimono.

He seemed ready to just tear the brocaded fabric off, but despite his tenacity, he was also surprisingly gentle, at least for the time being.

The hardness of his cock could be felt through his robes, pressing against your lower back—a clear sign letting you know he's enjoying this just as much. You knew that once things escalated, any self-control he possessed would disappear. Regardless, you still enjoyed the gentle gestures.

"Hush," he sibilated, "just relax and let me take care of you.” He tells you softly.

With that, you bite your lower lip, keeping in any protest you may have as you let him continue to do with you as he pleases.

Seeing how obedient you are, his painted lips curled into a fox-like grin. "Good girl♡" He cooed, trailing his hands up your sides.

They stop just an inch under the swell of your breasts. His face is very close to yours, and his gaze rests on her lips.

“My sweet apprentice is so tense. Perhaps I should loosen her up a bit."

"Ple-please." You meant to keep quiet, but the things he's doing to your body are making it quite the challenge.

Kusuriuri's smile falters slightly as those omniscient blue eyes narrow. "So impatient you are." He said, but there's no bite in his suave tone.

You gasped when both his hands groped your breasts through your parted kimono. They were cold against your warm skin, causing the skin of your areola to immediately harden as his thumbs rubbed your nipples over the thin fabric.

You mindlessly rubbed your inner thighs together in an attempt to ease the throbbing ache within your core.

A pleased hum rumbles deeply in Kusuriuri's throat at your cute expression, and the soft little moans escaping you only stroked his ego further.

"Turn your head towards me, (Y/n)."

You do, only want to have your breath taken from you as he presses a deep, romantic kiss against your lips. A moan escapes you, and you feel his tongue lick your lips. A deep lover's blush colors your face upon realizing he's silently asking for access, wanting you to give him permission to deepen the kiss, and you find yourself hesitating.

This is all moving very fast, you think, with a surge of desire coursing through your veins.

This isn't how you expected your day to go at all. What was supposed to be a normal day that usually involved you helping your master exercise mononoke has quickly turned into something much more intense and intimate.

To Kusuriuri, you've done well being his faithful little helper, and he figured you deserved a little award for your efforts.

"M-master," you murmured, separating your lips slightly in order to speak.

But it's a big mistake, as Kusuriuri sees his chance and slips his tongue into your mouth, sending a shiver down your spine. The unexpected intimacy leaves you reeling as the taste of sake, tea, and honey invades your senses, igniting a fire within you that you never knew existed.

Your nipples grow sensitive from his heavy touching, and your pu▧▧y grows wet. Eventually, he pulls away to give you both some much-needed air. You're both breathless, and your faces are hot.

You whined, feeling his cock twitch and throb against you. He's most definitely eager to be inside you, as Kusuriuri gives you a heated look before maneuvering you so that you're straddling his lap, your clothed pu▧▧y right above his cock.

Hands find perches on your ass as he begins to gently move you, coaxing you to rock back and forth in his lap. Thrilled that he's finally giving you the okay, you do so keenly, grinding yourself against him.

“It would seem we're both eager for carnal knowledge, my dear." he chuckles.

You silently nodded.

Dissatisfied, Kusuriuri gently lifts your chin, causing you to glance at him. "Use your words."

"Yes," you said, and he’s back at your lips, kissing, licking, and gently biting.

The friction of you grinding down on his cock is tantalizing, but just a tease and nowhere near the amount of pressure you desire. You squirm in his lap and moan into his mouth.

He chuckles, his hands grasping your ass harder, long purple nails lightly digging into your plump flesh and dragging across your skin, leaving little marks.

“Let me inside you, sweetheart.” He says this, breaking the kiss, and your heart soars at the endearment.

“Okay,” you nod in agreement. “Just be gentle..."

“Of course. I would never hurt you.” He says he reached down to untuck his robes before pulling his pants, freeing his hard cock from its confines.

It's a bit tanner than his pale skin, with a flushed pink tip that oozed pre-cum. Once finished, he helps you remove the rest of your kimono and undergarments as you take them off. Now completely bare, Kusuriuri draws you back to straddle his lap and into his arms in a tight embrace.

“Lovely,” he says sweetly into your ear.

With that, he lowers you down slowly, pressing the head of his cock against your wet opening. You bit your lower lip at the stretch, releasing a whine of discomfort.

It's not your first time, but it's been so long since you indulged in this kind of intimacy. The sensation is overwhelming—a mixture of pleasure and pain that leaves you breathless. You can feel every inch of him inside you, filling you completely. Despite the initial discomfort, you can't help but arch your back, craving more of him.

Knowing this, Kusuriuri licks two of his fingers and then reaches down to rub your clitoral area, soothing you as you take him completely. When he is hilted to the base, he gives you a moment to adjust to his girth. Every motion strokes the flames of fire growing within your stomach.

Kusuriuri groans softly, feeling your pu▧▧y clench down around him with an aroused squeeze.

“Ah, that’s it," he breathes, beginning to thrust shallowly. “Relax for me.”

His hands are firm on your hips, guiding you as he sets a steady rhythm. Each movement sends a wave of pleasure coursing through your body, building with each thrust. You watch his length disappear in and out of you again and again, mesmerized. It starts to feel amazing when he hits a spot deep inside you. Instinctively, you started thrusting with him.

Whenever he thrusts up, you drop down.

And true to his promise to be gentle, however, it's not quite hard enough. You wanted him to be rough with you. Your body is on fire at this point.

“Master, please go faster." You tell him, clutching his shoulders.

He does, tightening his hold on your waist so that he can lift you up and down with more ease. The slapping sound if his family jewels against your ass fills the room as you moan out at the intense pleasure.

“Ahh~!♡ More! Gimme more~!♡♡”

Kusuriuri complies, slamming you down hard on his cock, grunting with the effort but barely breaking a sweat. You're shuddering and moaning in sweet pleasure, and he wants nothing more than to see you come undone on his dick.

"So good♡. You feel so good, (Y/n)-chan."

He picks up the pace, hilting himself completely with each thrust.

The connection between you is electric, a primal need that drives you both towards an inevitable climax.

"I'm...I'm gonna come! I'm cumming~!♡"

"Then go ahead, sweetheart. Come." He encouraged.

With that being said, when you finally reach that peak, your world explodes in a burst of ecstasy, leaving you spent and satisfied in his embrace. After several thrusts, Kusuriuri pulls out and strokes himself to completion, as pearly white streaks of cum drip onto your stomach.

Momentarily, you both breathe heavily as you come back down to earth, feeling the warm, sticky remnants of your passion between you.

The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you in this bubble of blissful satisfaction. You look into each other's eyes, sharing a silent understanding of the profound connection you have just experienced.

It is a moment of pure, unadulterated joy that you knew would last forever.

[sparkling-ariaria]

That time of the month... (BTS, HP, Stranger Things, TASM fics)

Stories to hopefully give you a bit of comfort when you're on your period.

Updated: 28.09.2024

HARRY POTTER

The Good, The Bad, & The Chocolate by jackie5656 - James Potter x gf!Reader

A Gentleman by robynlilyblack - Sirius Black x gf!Reader

Warm baths and raspberry teas by letterstotheflre - Sirius Black x gf!Reader

Cramps by robynlilyblack - James Potter x friend!Reader

Red and white sheets by padf00ts-l0ver - James Potter x gf!Reader

Our brave girl by - poly!Marauders x gf!Reader

His sweet girl by - Oliver Wood x gf!Reader

Rainy night by magicchai - Draco Malfoy x gf!Reader

Period and the full moon by theemporium - Remus x gf!Reader

The boys help when you're having period cramps by moonstruckme - poly!Marauders x gf!Reader

James massaging your sore breasts by ddejavvu

BTS

BTS Reacts: Their S/O has bad period pains by yoongisleftshoulder

BTS Headcanon - Buying you period products by namjooning-to-the-moon

Boyfriend Taehyung by eoieopda

STRANGER THINGS

TLC by queerpumpkinnn - Steve x Reader Reader has to cancel a date due to period sickness, but Steve’s happy to keep them company anyway.

You being in pain headcanon by forevermoreharrington - Steve x gf!Reader

That Time of the Month by forever-rogue - Steve x gf!Reader

Banished by joejoequinnquinn - Eddie x gf!Reader

Monthly Blues by cinemabean - Eddie x gf!Reader Eddie takes care of reader when she has period pains.

Eddie takes care of you by strangersmunsons

Beneath the Blankets by keerysfolklore - Steve x gf!Reader

The Amazing Spider-Man: Peter Parker

What a way to wake up by writings-of-a-hufflepuff - gf!Reader Periods, as natural as they are, suck and Peter being the wonderful boyfriend that he is, only wants you to feel good, safe, and comfortable. You’re his number one priority. 

Peter wants to personally avenge your uterus by moonstruckme - gf!Reader

[fictionalmenxyn]

Can I get 141, Konig, Alejandro and Rudy comforting their crying s/o? I would really appreciate that <3

Of course I’ll do this for you :)

Ghost

At the beginning of the relationship he wouldn’t know what to do

He’d ask what the problem was and talk it out

He’d get you a drink and a snack if that is what made you feel better

He’ll hold you close and tell you ‘I’m not going anywhere, I’m staying forever’

Definitely feels a little sad for you cause he hates seeing you sad and crying

He’ll hold you when going to sleep and stroke your hair and stay like that till your both asleep

Soap

Feels so worried and bad for you he hates seeing you cry cause he knows you can be really happy

He holds you and rubs your back slowly and softly to calm you down

Ask if you want to talk about it and if you don’t he won’t ask again but will stay with you till you e calmed down

Grabs your favourite things like a toy or a comfort food and asks if you want to watch a movie

Let’s you have a lie in tomorrow and cuddled you and gives you loads of kisses to make you feel better

Definitely tried to make jokes or bring up funny memories to make you laugh

Gaz

Places his hand on the small part of your lower back and asks if you want to talk about it

Brings you to a private room if there is anyone else around. Most likely your room or his

Let’s you lie down on his as he moves your hair out of your face

Will let you cry it all out if you need to and he’ll comfort you the best he can

Offers you his clothes for comfort and then you both take a nap together and he holds you close to him so you can hear his heart beat

Asks if you are wanting to do anything to take it if your mind or want to do an activity you like

Price

Places your hand on his chest by his heart. Tells you to follow his breathing and feel his heart beat

Offers you a warm bath and if you end up taking that offer he comes back with one of his hoodies and your joggers or shorts

Keeps you by his side for the rest of night/day

Would offer to make your favourite tea/coffee/hot chocolate. Will buy or make your favourite snack and will surprise you with it

Gives you lovings all day/night. He’ll walk past and give you a kiss or hugs you before continuing with whatever he’s doing and then check up on you after he’s done his task

Let’s you stay the night at his room and makes sure the blankets have his scent as he knows his cologne comforts you

Alejandro

If someone had made you this upset just know this man is ready to go on a haunting spree (ghost would probs do this too and most likely help each other out as well)

Asks if you need or want anything to make you feel better and the answer is usually a cuddle or just him being there

Will hold you no matter where you are it could be in a middle of the doorway or it could be in the kitchen where he doesn’t care

All he cares about is comforting you and helping any needs you need help with and at this time it’s comforting and affection

Will sit you both on the couch and ask weather you want to talk about it or want to watch tv to distract yourself and he’ll do whatever makes you comfy

Will grab your favourite chocolate or sweets/candy and will compliment or tell you how amazing you are and if you’d ask why he’d say ‘because I don’t need a reason you are the reason your so amazing’ or he’d just say ‘my love, don’t ever think your not amazing your lying to yourself otherwise’

Rudy

Top tier TLC from this guy. He’s the best of the best when it comes to comforting and feel like he knows it too

Whenever your feeling down or upset he’ll grab quilts and pillow and he’ll set up the sofa and make a movie/show night as he knows that’s what you would like

Holds you like there’s no tomorrow and makes sure you are the comfiest you are. He’ll ask every so often as well to see if you’d like to move to make yourself more comfy

Although you start to feel better he hates that you were upset and not happy cause he loves seeing you smile and when your not it makes his heart break

That’s why he does his best at making you happy and you are proud to call him your s/o and he’s proud he’s able to make you happy

After you feel better he’ll still treat you like a queen. Whatever you want he’ll get, don’t you dare move. He’ll rub your back or massage you if you wanted man can turn into those professional massagers if it makes you happy

Have a good day/night!

Hope you enjoyed it! Ik it’s short and I apologise I’m having a bit of a writers block and especially with all my course work in school I’ve been busy. So I apologise for that. Remember request box is open so feel free whenever. Like I always say I won’t be able to do it immediately but I will get round to it don’t you worry. :)

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

I don't know if you've done this for Ewan's characters yet, but would you consider what their respective love languages are? Thank you!

Ooooh, fun. Okay!

Abraham - physical touch and quality time - Abraham really enjoys being around his partner, but he's also super possessive, so always has to be touching part of them. Whether that be a hand to the small of their back, an arm around their shoulders, or the brush of his lips against their temple as he passes, he will be touching them.

Aemond - physical touch and quality time - Aemond is a bit of a loner, but he doesn't mind that. When he gets close enough to someone to actually enjoy giving up his free time to be with them that's a bit deal for him. Similarly, physical touch - he's never been on the receiving end of TLC in a romantic capacity, so once he gets a taste he craves it.

Billy Taylor - giving gifts - just little things. A packet of sugar from a café that's a brand he knows his partner uses, a piece of fruit - his partner can consider him their own personal corvid, bringing them little trinkets and things that make him think of them throughout the day.

Billy Washington - acts of service - cups of tea, foot rubs when their feet are in his lap, lifts in his car when it's raining, even if they only need to go up the road. Billy likes to feel useful.

Ettore - physical touch - he's touch starved, so to have someone that doesn't mind him being in their personal space would drive him wild.

Genyen - words of affirmation - he's charming, superficial and a smooth talker. He doesn't always mean what he says, but it sounds pretty coming out of his mouth.

Osferth - acts of service and quality time - wants to do things for his partner. Will cook for them, look after them when they're unwell, and most importantly never leave their side. He always wants to be in the presence of the person he cares about.

Tom Bennett - physical touch and words of affirmation - Tom's a natural flirt, so he's inclined towards being able to touch his partner and sweet talk them. He's all about brushing their hair back from their face and placing a hand at their waist while he tells them they're all he's been able to think about all day.

[thelaughtercafe]

Fanning the Flames

Tea Type: Sweet Tea (Fluff)

Potential Triggers: Brief alcohol mention, that's it!

Pairing: Diluc/Venti (I read it platonic, but you can read it romantic if you like)

Length: 340

Summary: Venti steals something he shouldn't. Again.

“How many times have I told you not to let me catch you stealing my drinks!?”

Oops. Diluc looked livid. Venti smiled sheepishly even as he saluted and tried to bolt with the drink in hand. 

“Sorry, Pyro but I swear, I’ll pay you back when I perform tomorrow! Later!”

He didn’t get far; Diluc was faster than he thought and he went down rather hard on the wood as the barkeep tackled him and straddled his waist from behind, keeping him firmly pinned.

“Did Kaeya put you up to this? I swear I’m gonna-”

Diluc paused as Venti let out an odd sound as he put pressure on his side. His eyes narrowed and Venti panicked. 

“You can have your drink back! I’m sorry okay? Please just don’t-shihihihit!”

He squealed as Diluc abruptly dug into his ribs, taking the wine bottle and placing it safely away before shooting a smirk at the Anemo God. 

“Oh I’m taking my wine back regardless given it’s not yours. Honestly. Well, if you want to be childish so bad I suppose I’ll teach you in a way appropriate for your level. You. Shouldn’t. Steal. Things. That. Don’t. Belong. To. You!" 

Each emphasized word was a ticklish poke that made Venti squeal and writhe but he didn’t struggle too hard or push the man off him with wind like he could have and that fact was anything but lost on Diluc. 

"Okay I’m shahahahary!! I won’t do it again!”

“If you like this…it isn’t a very effective punishment I’m afraid.”

Venti went from pink to red and shook his head in mortification before hiding his face in his arms on the floor. 

“I-you don’t-that’s not-”

“…So I’m right? Hm. Cute.”

It was all the warning Venti got before rough tickles assaulted his hips and made him buck and burst out laughing. 

“Whahahahahay!?”

“Well, you did give it back. I suppose I can indulge you because you ultimately learned your lesson. Just don’t let me catch you again or I’ll make you cry next time.”

[tranquiltrico]

FARALEX - Ruff Day (Alex's POV)

(Originally posted on Twitter)

Alex's POV - there is a Farah POV in editing atm.

A oneshot about Alex's unwilling retirement and his struggles coping with the quiet.

Inspired heavily by the the MW II bundle of Alex and the tactical pet called Syd.

CW: loneliness, angst, implied PTSD, vague mention of sex, pet loss, ambiguous ending

It starts with fatigue. Alex notices himself slowing down not in the tender creak of his knee but instead in the deep set frown between Farah’s brows on each mission, the way she asks him to stay back more and more. The way the bags settle under her eyes, from her evident sleepless nights watching over his own restless form on their bed. 

The cigarettes shared across the fading sunlight dwindle more and more each evening. The quiet, celebratory meals of bread and stew by candlelight, stilling the uneven wooden table whenever the ground shook from distant warfare. The slow and steady looks exchanged whilst sipping hot coffee through bleary eyes in the morning. 

It all goes away. 

“You need to go home, Alex,” she breathes one night, her form hunkered down, unable to meet his eye. God, how he longs to be looked at - with joy, with love, with malice, anything to be looked at by her. 

“I am home-” he starts.

“No. You’re not. You’re a liability,” she bites coldly, stiff.

“Farah,” he murmurs, desperation and need and all the words unspoken bleeding into his voice.

“I’m sorry, Alex,” she whispers into the cold, still air. The dust motes surround them in all their cloying, suffocating glory. 

“Go home.”

The air conditioning on the plane feels cold. The tarnished and weather-worn railing of his new porch feels cold. He showers so hot it burns his skin, sits in front of his archaic fireplace each night, fills his near-empty stomach with scalding hot tea. Still, the cold persists. 

Until six months later. An old friend he served with pays him a visit one day in May, and brings with him a surprise.

“This is Syd,” Derek announces, giving the shepherd a firm rub behind the ears, “He’s in retirement, poor old boy’s got a bit of a limp from a stray bullet.”

“Always a shame for them, for dogs so dedicated to their job,” he notes back. The dull ache in his leg intensifies as if in sympathy to his four-legged acquaintance. Derek hums back, mind lost in the sweet tea in his free hand. 

“He’s looking for a home right now, you know?” Derek responds into the quiet air between them. From his space on the floor between them, Syd looks up dutifully, eyes meeting Alex’s own. He’s wordless for a moment, until-

“I’ve always thought that there’s this… silent wisdom in a dog’s eyes,” he mumbles, a small smile gracing his lips, “Like they… they know the edges of your soul or something, and they dig themselves a little hole in your chest for them to live in.”

Derek just laughs at that, immune to Alex’s wistful ruminations. And when Syd never leaves that day, panting softly from where he lies on the porch, it’s no surprise. 

What is a surprise though, is how deep Syd seems to be able to dig holes in the garden. Alex is almost tired of filling them back in, let alone the fact that he has to sit for twenty or so minutes at a time cleaning the dog’s paws and tummy. It’s a good excuse to give the garden a little bit of TLC though.

Still, the companionship helps to fill in the quiet, and the duvet starts to feel a little warmer each night with Syd lying at the base of the bed. He takes to hiking again, like he used to with his dad as a kid. The heavy pack on his back certainly doesn't do his leg any favours if all the tingling and aching is anything to go by, but Syd seems to have developed a sixth sense for it, and presses up into his side each time Alex slows down. 

There’s something so satisfying on those days, with the breeze over the hilltops as they breach through the clearing of trees and prop up against the rocks. He’s never been one for photos much, preferring to commit himself to memory, but a part of him wishes to have these times immortalised. 

He feels silly and childish for it, but he guesses there’s no one around to judge him for it when he starts trying to draw the mountains he visits with Syd. It’s hard when the details fail to come to his mind, hard to capture what he really sees. Once or twice he even considers opening up a Bob Ross tutorial, but he resists. 

Instead, he focuses his attention to drawing Syd; it feels like an easier start, less reliant on his straining memory. It’s almost like the pooch knows, because he takes to sitting and lying close by for prolonged periods of time, almost perfectly still as he stares up lovingly at Alex. 

Once or twice, under the warm lamp light (one that feels so reminiscent of the candle glow across a rickety wooden table) he tries to commit Farah’s face to memory. The sharp slope of her nose, the warm quality of her wide eyes, the thin smile she’d sometimes grace him with. It becomes harder and harder to remember with each passing day - harder and harder to believe she’s out there, fighting strong. 

He starts to mail her a few of his drawings, as shitty as they are with his shaky hands, only ever the ones of Syd though. He likes to send them with small notes; keeps it short and sweet because that’s how they always were together. 

I got an ex-military dog called Syd. He’s pretty sweet. You’d love the little mongrel. - Alex

Today Syd hit a new record - he dug his biggest hole yet. You might notice this drawing has a lot of mud on it as a result. - Alex

Syd hates storms because of the noise. But I have to admit, he looks cute hiding under the blanket like this. - Alex

She never answers, but there’s a subtle sense of peace and closure that comes in accepting this new reality of his. He wakes up each morning to a hot breath in his face and gives Syd his allocated cuddles for a few minutes. He gets up, attaches his prosthetic slowly and carefully whilst Syd fusses for his breakfast. Grabs them both some food, and prepares both of their painkillers (which they both have through a grimace). Spends the days reading, walking, gardening - anything menial to fill the day. 

Sometimes, he’ll get a chance to call or text Gaz; keeps up with his friend and how he’s doing out on duty. It’s nice to know that his life before isn’t totally lost, even if he’s had no contact from Farah and it’s driving him a little mad. 

It’s coming up to November when the darker times sink in. Alex has always worked to run from his nightmares - often, he’d stay up, running a gentle hand through Farah’s hair. When he couldn’t, he’d leave the small window in their room cracked wide open, if only to rush to it in his fatigued panic to feel the air on his skin. To feel alive. 

These days he’s not so sure what to do anymore - the nights here aren’t as cold even in winter, so the air doesn’t seem to feel so refreshing. Thankfully, when he wakes in his blind panic, he finds Syd pressing down firmly on his chest, lapping slowly at his skin as if the licks would ward off whatever demons sink their claws into his mind. 

Alex wakes up and his head pounds from sleeplessness, the groggy sensation of spending the whole night shaking off his cursed memories. And then comes a totally new and different wave of panic, because for the first time in months, Syd is gone and he’s alone again. 

He calls out for the dog softly, but there’s no movement or response, and his concern grows. He’s hasty in the way he attaches his leg, hobbles knob-kneed down his stairs and looks all around the house for his boy. His last port of call is the front door; he hopes desperately for the dog to be out there, digging one of his signature holes.��

“Syd, here boy!” he shouts out through the gap, peering over his empty lawn with bated breath. He’s almost knocked over with the weight of his relief when he hears a soft and familiar whimper to his left, and he slides out through the doorway, even if his leg protests against the frosty morning. 

He looks up and his heart stops. It’s like his whole heart has been dropped into the mouth of a lion, and he’s watching helplessly as the feline decides whether or not to tear it to pieces. 

“Farah?” he croaks out, hands shaking by his sides as he stares down at her (and Syd, splayed out in front of her.

“Alex,” she breathes, like she’s just as surprised to see him even though she must have planned for this to happen. 

“What are you doing here?” he chokes out. Syd must sense his nerves, because he’s straight up and resting his form firmly against Alex’s good leg. 

Farah holds up a small stack of folded papers, her stereotypical soft smile present. “I got your letters.”

“Oh,” is all he can offer, rather unintelligently.

“I can’t draw,” she murmurs, tilting her head a little, “So I thought I’d come and tell you instead.”

It’s always easy with her. Her self assured nature. The way she stumbles through the process of making her coffee in his kitchen, but does so without asking any questions. She fusses at Syd just as he’d envisioned her for all those months, reads him through her little notes and comments on each drawing and the conflicts she’s been facing. 

He knows he doesn’t have much time to share with her, or he might have shown her his favourite hiking trails. He knows she’d love the quiet over the hills, and the views, and the serenity. He settles for showing her the forests (which she promptly falls in love with) and all the private spots around town where he likes to draw Syd. 

He knows it’s coming but he hates that it has to. She holds his hand this time, when she speaks to him. Her eyes are warm, even as small as she looks like this, visibly upset.

“I’m sorry that I… sent you away like that,” she starts, frowning. “It was cruel but… you have to understand, Alex, you never found yourself,” she breathes out wistfully. And as she says it, the hollow in his soul recognises itself. 

“You can’t keep running from it. You have to be your own purpose some day.”

He nods even as the words wound him. He knows it, but it’s hard to admit. 

“You can’t come back,” he realises, is what she means. She nods solemnly, gripping firmly onto his hand. 

“You will always be the one, you know?” she asks, reaching over to cup his cheek in her small hand. 

“The one?” he replies.

“The one who taught me how to be happy again,” she smiles, but this time, it has a sad tinge to it that he’s only seen once or twice before. 

After a while, he whispers into the small space between them.

“Promise me one thing.” 

She hums her acknowledgement. 

“If there’s ever a chance, ever a day where you can look out that little window and feel like everything is going to be okay, “ he chokes out, “Promise me you’ll come back to me.”

She huffs a defeated laugh but her smile is more tender now. “Okay - I promise.”

They share one last sweet night - soft caresses over bruised and scarred skin, warm breath over tense muscles, soft hums against each other’s mouths. He can almost feel his heart break finally though, the next morning, when he has to hold Syd back by the collar and listen to his pitiful whimpers as he watches Farah’s disappearing form. It feels quieter that night, as he watches old sitcom reruns and shares some chicken with Syd. 

He gets used to it, eventually. This same monotony brings him comfort, slowly but surely. He keeps hiking and walking where he can, even if his leg strains more and more with the passing days. He even makes a few friends at his local bar, also ex-military. He learns to barbecue that summer, one skill his dad had never taught him in his youth. He watches Syd slow down, but even in his old age, the dog still loves to dig holes. 

Sometimes, he still sends Farah his drawings of Syd. They’re not so good these days; his hands are shakier and his back aches if he’s still for those long periods of time. The thought of her little smile when she sees the drawings is enough for him to continue, even if she never answers. 

When Syd passes, Alex sheds the first of his tears since he was just a young boy and his father fell ill. He buries the dog in his garden, in his favourite hole-digging spot, with his own dog tags draped over the stones there. 

Even with the pain in his hands and the blur in his mind, he commits himself to one more drawing. Sets across the page his thin, slightly shaky lines. Cuts across the white with soft, dark curves and planes. 

He goes to sleep that night with the drawing resting across his bedside table, so that when he wakes up, he might forever be greeted by that beautiful image of Farah, grinning as she sits beside Syd, scratching the dog’s tummy. 

He thinks this peace is all he’ll need for the rest of his days. 

He thinks it’s enough now that he’s not so hollow. And hell, if Farah ever comes back, maybe that would be paradise after all. He knows better than to think it into being. Instead, he’ll settle for his memories and his dreams. 

[oldfangirl81]

Today's writing tea and mug. I'm going to try working on a part of the 911/Danny Phantom or a DP x DC fic so this felt appropriate.

The tea is from TLC teas on Etsy and is called Kryptonite Green. It's a nice mix of black tea and mint with a hint of sweetness.

[dnfao3tags]

Hi! Do you have any dnf parents fics?

its mostly single parents but here u go !

parents!dnf

— cinnamon and swirl by offday (mature | comp. | 83k)

Dream decides to tell his friends about his daughter right before they move in.

Part 1 of green tea ice cream

— i found you (hidden in plain sight) by navyhurricane (teen | comp. | 26k)

George is a daycare teacher, and what seems like a random activity with the local paramedics becomes something more when they click so easily, and George finds himself falling for an amazing father with an adorable daughter.

— anything you can do (i can do better) by Not4typicalwriter (gen | comp. | 11k)

In which Dream and George are each parent of two very wonderfully smart and mischievous daughters who happen to be friends. Oh, and of course, two daughters who are completely sick and done with their stupid rivalry that always gets in the way of their friendship. The plan? Get them together in time for Prom. Maybe then they'll stop being so annoying.

— late for pick up by effervescentlies (gen | comp. | 3k)

Dream has a silly little crush on the father of one of his students, and he just can't seem to act normal around him.

— anything (want you to have it) by squigly (teen | comp. | 14k)

Dream and George's kids get into fights a lot. This means, of course, that they have to see a lot of each other.

— carnival bass by urplace (teen | comp. | 10k)

It’s stupid. It’s so fucking stupid. Stupid enough to warrant a show on TLC: Child-hater George experiences his sweet boyfriend’s babysitting skills first-hand for the first time, and promptly experiences a chronic case of baby fever.

Part 1 of superfast

[kikidewynter]

anyway here are most of my favourite lin hcs in one place

age: i think 23, her canon age, really suits her. she seems mature but still a little hotheaded and inexperienced

sexuality: lesbian. no explanation required, we all picked up on the vibes

scent: smoky, leather, wood, etc. probably uses men's cologne

tea: favours black tea, can't drink anything sweet. likes a little citrus in her tea, bergamot for example

alcohol: likes a glass of wine when relaxing by herself, keeps cans of cheap beer in the fridge, always has a few drinks with her meal when she's eating at restaurants

media: has a subscription to at least two car magazines. doesn't watch a lot of tv, only whatever women's sports are currently playing, or championship car races. listens to the radio when tinkering on her car

fashion: black leather. jackets, pants, boots, you name it. has a lot of dark t-shirts with prints on the front. go-to comfy clothes are track pants and sandals. when she's working on her car—overalls, a basic white tank + sneakers

property: rents a studio apartment in chinatown and a small garage, able to fit one car, in the alley behind her place

music: listens exclusively to 90s + 00s music. likes to listen to r&b and neo-soul (including artists like tlc, who she also likes for their 'no scrubs' attitude) while cruising around the city at night. riot grrrl punk, edm, and other loud, fast paced songs are perfect for when she's racing. and any female artist of the time with attitude, like lil kim and p!nk

tattoos: in addition to her canon tattoo, she has a large dragon tattoo on her back, no colour

jewellery: has a few extra ear piercings that she’s always swapping out depending on her mood. owns a few different gold necklaces, including a chain

cigarettes: she smokes a brand you can only find in chinatown's liquor stores. the scent reminds her of home

upbringing: only child, parents were kind of strict, forming in her a rebellious attitude. definitely always got into trouble at school for cussing, defacing desks, and getting into fights

stilwater: lin's ability to go undercover + the fact that nobody claimed her body has always given me the impression that she's from out of town. personally i think of her as being from hong kong, already quite fluent in english, and having moved to stilwater or somewhere nearby to attend college (and to get away from her parents)

education: i can see her studying mechanical engineering, working on her projects in the shop—she seems used to standing up for herself in male dominated environments

pre-saints: she dropped out of college shortly after finishing her car + has been street racing since. she occasionally sends a portion of her winnings back home, with the vague explanation that she got a job

recruitment: lin got arrested for street racing + was secretly released by troy. he later approached her in the street to recruit her, as he knew julius would want a specialist to deal with the rollerz

[lgcwookjin]

LGC CAFE PERFORMANCES Q4 2022 : solo SET LIST : amusement park by shin, bambi by shin, jasmine by dpr live, waterfalls by tlc, love scenario by dbsd COUNT : 1.6k words

he was still buzzing from the announcement. despite the bitter sweetness of leaving many of his friends to prepare for v&a’s comeback, once he started the work needed, he was finally getting excited. he was learning anything and everything needed to be a member of versus and trying his best to not burst into a ball of energy.

however, the only problem: he wasn’t going to be performing in front of an audience until february. as a trainee there was plenty of down time between performances. but at least, he had evaluation and check-ins to set a goal for himself. he had had been performing on a consistent basis since he auditioned for future dreams. while he could now feel secure in his spot--if all things went to plan, he would be fulfilling his dream--that security created almost boredom. he needed a Thing To Do Now. some small little goal to get him through as he watched his now members and others go on award shows and win big. luckily, since he was no longer in the debut boot camp, he was afforded the opportunity to perform during lgc cafe’s new open mic sessions. maybe it was gayo daejoon, but it was something, that he even had basically complete creative control over and on a stage. even if it was a pretty meager stage when compared to his last proper stage at the last family concert.

when it was his turn, he walked on stage confident and casual, like he’d been there a million times. it was an intimate feel, with the audience right in front of him, sipping on their drinks of choice. he himself had some kind of tea (he thought he remember it having citrus flavors in the description) with honey in it to keep his throat hydrated and healthy, that he sat on the stool that sat alone on the stage. he was dressed casually, but more stylist than was typical of his every day. in his frenzy to decide what to wear he had facetimed @lgcxmax​--who was stuck at the stupid debut camp and couldn’t watch his performance live--for advice. he definitely did not have a camera set up at a empty table, recording the performance so he could show max later.

it would likely be a surprise to anyone that knew him but his focus was on his vocals with this set. he figured this environment was more conducive to smooth vocals and maybe light rap, not the hip thrusts and stomping like he enjoyed to do on stage. plus, viewers had seen him dance (and would continue to) plenty of times. wookjin silently wished he had committed more of his training to an instrument, a guitar or piano would fit well with this setting. he thought it a good time to introduce his array of skills. he was going to be an idol, not just a back up dancer. god, that was still weird to even think.

"everyone, hello hello” he said, testing the microphone was on and working. wookjin smiled, satisfied to hear his voice in the speakers by the small cafe stage. he took a sip out of his mug “if you don’t know who i am, my name is jung wookjin. you may remember me if you watched the latest season of future dreams--” there was some light cheering from a table near the front of the stage where a couple teens sat, “yeah, that’s my biggest claim to fame” for now he wants to say, but knows he can’t spill the beans on what is to come in the new year. “but i’d like to take this chance to get a little more personal, show those hear some. i’ll be performing some of my favorite songs from a few artists...though i think you will see a similar through-line with some of them.” he smirked. “to start, is anyone here a fan of...lee shinhae?” he finished and took once last sip of his tea with a smirk on his face as a few people clapped at the mention of the idol.

the music of his first song, amusement park, started. the sweet piano instantly set the mood for the song. he let his fingers dance to the beat, like he was playing the piano that was heard (he was still a physical performer in his heart) while he waited for his time to sing. looking at the cafe-goers, he saw some faces perk up in recognition of the song. his first two songs were both by one of legacy’s most notable artists, on purpose. while he was no lee shinhae (though he hoped to one day be honored by a comparison) he sang as well as he could. when practicing for today, he focused on making sure his vocals sounded warm and light, welcoming almost. he didn’t want to overpower the vibe of the cafe. he was serving as background music to most people here. but, he was still a fairly skilled vocalist and put some impact and flavor into his voice at appropriate parts. wookjin’s goal was to call, not command attention.

amusement park was a soft song, meant to open and warm up the audience. with bambi, he let himself have little more fun. he made eye-contact with people in the audience, winked at some to see if they would blush. even let his body move slowly with the rhythm of the song. it wasn’t dancing in the way he was used to, but it added a little visual stimuli to the performance.

with the end of bambi came a schedule interluding ment. he took the time to take another sip of his drink. “so you did know shin-sunbaenim,” he pretended to be shocked. of course, who doesn’t know lee shinhae. “honestly, he is one of my idols as well and a big inspiration to me wanting to pursue singing. i hope you enjoyed my color on those songs.” he tried to added his own spin and voice to the songs, though it was hard since shinhae was such a recognizable and iconic singer. “this next little bit, unfortunately, are not lee shinhae songs.” without anyone even protesting he apologized, “i know, i know. i won’t blame anyone for leaving now.” he allowed a moment for anyone to potentially leave if they so desired as he took another gulp of tea. “alright, if you’re still here: i lied.” he whispered into the mic and then back-up, covering his mouth like he just told a huge secret. “there will be a dbsd song...but you have to wait and really enjoy the next two songs first, alright?” he saw a couple people nod and say yes, which warmed him up and got him motivated to start the next song. “they’re both r&b. if you don’t already know, i’m was born in america and really love r&b. first, we shall do a song from one of my favorite korean r&b artists, please enjoy.”

jasmine is when he introduced rap into his set. while rap was never his focus in training, he had learned a fair bit about the skill. he was nowhere close the proper rappers he was friends with, but could hold his own in a cover. luckily, the song was another lowkey coffee shop vibe, so it wasn’t terribly difficult to tackle. he wondered if they people that did recognize him were shocked to see him rapping. it wasn’t something he flaunted often, so he hoped it shocked and got their ears trained back on him. 

with jasmine over and between waterfalls, wookjin thought he might make the transition a little more natural, despite it being a strange jump. “get ready, this next song is a bit of a change. i’m taking you guys to my home and back in time, are you ready?” it wasn’t a full ment but a quick transition to move from one disconnected song to another. waterfalls was originally by an all female group, so pretty high for him. but, it wasn’t impossible for a male singer to lower it a little bit. he used what he knew about composition to make the lower register still sound familiar. he’d like to think it helped it fit the feel of the cafe even better than the original, his voice soft and low as it travelled through the cafe.

before the next and final song began, he smiled at the crowd. “and finally, thank you for waiting patiently.” he said as the opening notes to love scenario played. almost everyone in the cafe recognized the song (of course they did, you’d have to be hermit not to) and he could see some people singing along with him. he decided this one would be a good song to let the audience participate, so he occasionally turned the microphone to them. he also let himself dance the choreography, not with full effort, but enough that it was recognizable. it was a soft and catchy r&b song that everyone knew, perfect to end his set list on.

“that was my set. i hope you all had fun listening and, for some of you, singing along. i haven’t had many chances to perform live and so up close to people, so thanks for being a wonderful crowd.” he said with authenticity. wookjin didn’t get chances like this often, so he was glad to have the little break in official schedules to have some practice with small and intimate crowds. “before i leave, i would like to apologize...” he said ominously, “love scenario has been stuck in my head the past few weeks, sorry for infecting you lovely people as well!” he joked, a smile on his face. it wasn’t very genuine. he kind of wanted, needed even, them to remember this performance. tell their friends about it, get his name out there. “but enjoy the rest of your drinks and meals. i have been jung wookjin...and i hope to see you again, sometime.” he ended simply and sweetly with a wave, then grabbed his mug and finished it off as he left the stage.