Mingyu Taking Care Of U During Red Days... Just Cuddling Cuz He Knows Ur Clingy Whenever U Have It And

mingyu taking care of u during red days... just cuddling cuz he knows ur clingy whenever u have it and his hand on your back the whole time, going up and down for comfort. comforting kisses on your head and forehead. words of affirmations and funny jokes. help me pls

this is so soft <3

he takes care of you so much during red days. one of the first things he'd do as your bf is noting your period cycle. he always prepares before hand for those days. he even has those period tracker apps. you might forget about it completely, but he always remembers and reminds you of it.

mingyu loves your clinginess. he has you wrapped in his arms, soothingly rubbing your back to help ease the pain and discomfort. he prepares hot bags, snacks, food and turns on your favorite shows or movies. and what not?

and he's so so gentle with you. always careful about his strength when holding you. he kisses your forehead and temple, rubs his nose against yours, feeds you the food he cooked, massages anywhere it aches.

he tries to lift up your mood during these days too. he knows your mood swings and how you can feel down these days. and if you get insecure, he holds you against him, softly rubbing your back while whispering praises. he even makes fun of himself to make you laugh. (then profusely apologises for making you laugh too hard which results in you bleeding out more).

mingyu is just such a gf-coded bf <3

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lean on me | choi seungcheol

SYNOPSIS. in which comfort should never be this hard to ask for, especially knowing that your boyfriend would give up the entire world for you either way. PAIRING. choi seungcheol x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, hurt/comfort, lil angst WARNINGS. mentions n descriptions of depression n reader struggling with it, cheol lifts up reader's shirt a lil to touch them (nothing sexual abt it, just purely for intimacy), terms of endearment, kissing, all the dialogue is literally from cheol lol, very self-indulgent sorry :< WORD COUNT. 1.8k

notes: the cuddly boyfriend in bed chronicles w cheol continues! anyway this is written purely for comfort for my lovely @bookyeom <3 honestly i've been writing a lot of hurt/comfort lately which i love (and need) ugh, so i hope u guys find some comfort in it too 💓

Time seems to stand still when it happens again𑁋the emptiness, the weight of it all pressing down on your chest. It begins as a subtle shift, imperceptible at first, like the soft whisper of a breeze before a storm, until it grows into a deafening roar and becomes the only thing you can hear.

It's as if you hear everything and nothing at once, see the scenes play around you but the colours are mute, touch the world but its textures are rough, taste the air but its flavour is a metallic tang to your tongue.

You could claim you're simply sad; perhaps, it's easier to say that instead of the monstrously ugly word of depression. You hate it. You hate the way it shrinks and folds you into a smaller, duller version of yourself. It steals the vibrancy from your eyes, the cadence from your voice, and the lift at your lips. It steals you away from yourself, and each time you manage to get away you feel like you can breathe again, but then the tide rolls back in, and you're drowning again.

Struggling to stay afloat has been getting a lot harder these days.

A few soft knocks draws your eyes open, and the abrupt quietness of your bedroom suddenly feels more safer than ever. The knocks come back again, a bit louder this time, a raspy groan leaving your lips as you attempt to tightly squeeze your eyes shut like the sounds were just a figment of imagination. But then they happen again, and you somehow deduce the urge to chuck your pillow away and sit up in bed instead.

You barely process the feeling of your feet reaching the bedroom floor below. It's somewhere between the hours of six in the evening and three in the morning, you think. The cold hitting your skin and the dark skies outside the windows don't really help at all.

God, your body felt so weak right now since you've hardly eaten the entire day, and each step you took felt like a hot poker burning into your skin. The knocking seems to grow more insistent the closer you got to the door, and it takes an eternity for you to finally reach out for it with a clammy hand. And slowly, hesitantly, you flips the locks and push it open, allowing the door to swing open into the dimly lit hallway beyond.

Seungcheol is standing there, breathless like he had just run a marathon with small beads of sweat and strands of hair clinging to his forehead. The only source of light coming from the overhead hallway light shines down on him like a spotlight.

"You... You weren't answering my calls all day," he says quickly, voice wavering and heavy. "I came here as fast as I could after work and I..."

His voice trails off when his gaze roam over you, from your tightly tied lips and eyes red-rimmed and glassy, to the tremor in your hands at your side.

He doesn't wait another moment, taking only two long strides inside your apartment before encasing you into his arms and bringing you into his chest. Somewhere in between that he also manages to close the door behind too, and it's just the two of you now in your place.

You stay like that for a while, not entirely sure for how long, but just enough that his warmth is able to seep through the crevices of your body and nudge so gently at something in your chest𑁋your heart.

"It came back again, didn't it?" Seungcheol asks quietly, voice a low murmur against your ear.

There's a small sniffle, then a weak nod, and all he could do is hold you tighter just from that alone.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he continues softly. "Or... do you want me to just hold you?"

He feels the way your fingers dig into the fabric of his hoodie a bit more tightly. That's all he needs to know before he's pulling away and dragging you into your bedroom. He does it all like it's normal routine to do this𑁋to simply hold you in his arms because he knows sometimes words are not enough.

Seungcheol is holding you a bit more tighter than you notice, arms encircled around your body with your head resting against his chest. It's not a suffocating grip, but tight enough to convey the emptiness he felt from not having you in his arms for the entire day.

His fingers trace soft patterns on your back through the fabric of your shirt. Yet you feel as they dip a little lower, your shirt lifting a little higher, and then the feeling of his fingertips barely grazing your back makes you let out quiet, contented sigh.

Seungcheol hesitates for a moment, then whispers, "Can I touch you under here?"

You nod meekly, leaning more instinctively into his touch. His hand continues its tentative roam under your shirt, mapping over the skin of your back so delicately and lightly. It isn't the first time he's done this, however the intimacy of just being so close to him𑁋to a man you call comfort, a man you call home𑁋makes this feel a little more than just okay.

He feels the goosebumps that form from his touch and the way you tense up just slightly before relaxing. A small smile forms at his lips, and he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

Seungcheol thinks he can hold you like this forever.

Perhaps it's a bit of a stretch, or a glimpse into a future that seems uncertain, but it's far from a lie. It isn't just because you melt so perfectly into his arms, or knowing he's the only one in the world who gets to do this (which, admittedly, makes his heart swell with pride), it's more than that. It's the fact that you trust him enough to let him in. It's the way you lean into his touch, knowing that in his arms, you are safe, and he would do anything to protect you.

"You're strong, you know that?" he whispers softly. "Stronger than you give yourself credit for. That's what I admire so much about you. Even when it feels like the world is crashing down, you still find the strength to keep going. Opening your eyes in the morning makes you strong, or just... letting me hold you right now. That takes strength. You're so, so strong, baby."

You don't respond, but your breathing steadies against his chest, a sign that his words are sinking in, even if just a little. And that's okay. It's a process, one that he is more than willing to be patient for, one that he is more than willing to walk alongside you through.

"You're always my first priority," Seungcheol murmurs, voice barely above a whisper as he holds you close and his fingertips dance along your spine, sending shivers of warmth down your back that mingle with the familiar comfort of his touch. "You can lean on me𑁋please lean on me. When this happens I don't want you to shut me out, okay? Anything but that."

His words seem to crack the dam holding back your tears, heat prickling at the corner of your eyes as you bury your face more into his chest. A choked sob escapes your lips, the sound muffled by Seungcheol's shirt, and a momentary surge of shame courses through you.

"Let it out," he reassures gently. "It's okay. You're okay. I've got you."

And that’s what you do𑁋you let go in his arms. Seungcheol hears the way you seem to quiet down after a few minutes, feeling the way you adjust in his hold to roll right next to him on the bed. Your bedroom is dark, with the only light coming from the dim lamp on your bedside table, but it's the first time all day he catches a close glimpse of your face.

His hand slowly leaves its spot from under your shirt and reaches over to cup your face lightly, affectionately, lovingly. His mouth forms into a small pout when he sees the way you're darting your eyes away from him.

"Hey, precious," Seungcheol says warmly, brushing his thumb across a stray tear rolling down your cheek. "Look at me, love."

There's a flicker of hesitation in your pupils. You know you look like an absolute mess right now: messy hair, with red-rimmed, puffy eyes, and tear stains marking your cheeks. But Seungcheol just smiles, a little sight of his dimple showing, and you can't help but weakly smile back. It stretches across your face, chasing away a bit of the tightness that had settled there.

"There we go, baby," he murmurs proudly. "That's the beautiful face I know and love. You're so pretty."

His tender gaze roams all over your face, from the vulnerability in your eyes and down to your slightly chapped lips that he's been aching to kiss all day, but that can wait for a little bit. For a moment, he feels something catch in his throat, and maybe his heart stutters a little too.

"You know," he starts, pressing his lips together in contemplation. "I... I think I can look at you forever."

He watches the way your eyes widen ever so slightly at his words, surprise flickering across your features. For a moment, he fears that he might have overstepped, swearing that he senses you crawl into your shell for just a second. But then he sees the way your expression softens, the corners of your lips curling up in a small, shy smile, and he knows he hasn't.

"Sorry, I-I didn't mean to say that right away, I just..." Seungcheol pauses, his cheeks flushing slightly as he searches for the right words. "I've been thinking about you a lot lately. I mean, I always do, but right now, I think𑁋no, I really want to love you for... a very long time, and I want to do it properly because you deserve nothing less."

His words embrace you like a warm blanket, like a slender tendril of hope weaving around you, and you could simply only stare at him. This time, you let your own eyes wash over him. You trace the outline of his jaw, the small beauty marks dotting the familiar curve of his neck, the vulnerability in his eyes mirroring your own, before settling on his lips and swiftly back up to his warm, affectionate gaze.

Seungcheol feels his own breath hitch from that alone, and the next moment, he's kissing you so sweetly, lips moving against yours carefully and unhurried. Your eyes close right away, and you feel his warm hand drift back under your shirt to bring you back in his hold as if he's trying to rid of any space that was left.

I think, You don't let your gaze waver away from him when the kiss breaks and nothing but small smiles wears on both of your faces. I want to love you for a very long time too, Choi Seungcheol.

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hi jay!! how are you??

so i reread the svt x harry potter fanfic you wrote (so well written<3)

may i please request gryffindor!chan x reader? im a slytherin but i'd like if you'd keep the reader's house anonymous. and again, no pressure. you can ignore this if you want :)

-strnsvt

hiii jiya !!!

u know i luv u from the bottom of my heart! as promised, here is your gryffindor!chan with an anonymous house reader here

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Seventeen and the orange peel theory

orange peel theory

content: established relationship, fluff, etc.

wc: 860

a/n: it was fun trying to get a read on them for this hehe some of them were hard though 😭

masterlist

seungcheol -

he takes care of any and every single thing for you. even the most ridiculous of tasks, he does for you. you have a tiny little bit of coffee still on your lip? he wipes it with a napkin. missing a straw on your drink? goes back to the counter and gets one for you. you ask for an orange? that's child's play to him. the orange would be peeled without even so much as one look from you.

jeonghan -

he didnt know about the theory, nor would he think too much into a simple request of being handed an orange, so he wouldnt really think of peeling it for you. however, he loved sharing food with you, so he would probably peel it knowing the two of you would share it as you usually shared every meal. would technically have peeled it for you, but not entirely.

joshua -

he'd know you were testing him the moment you asked for an orange. he's seen the tiktoks. he knows about the metrics he needs to meet to qualify as a good boyfriend. yet he would play dumb just to see you pout at him as you believed him to fail the test. wouldn't let it go for too long before letting you in on the joke and promising to even plant you a whole orange tree if necessary.

jun -

would peel it without even realize he was peeling it. blissfully unaware of the trend, so he'd be kinda confused as to why you looked so happy as he handed you a peeled orange. when you explained it to him he'd roll his eyes at the thought of any boyfriend whose first instinct wasnt to peel the orange for their s/o.

soonyoung -

he wouldn't think of peeling it at first, simply handing it to you as you asked and thinking nothing of it. only a few seconds later would the thought snap into his head, causing him to snag the orange right from your hand and going 'oh! let me peel it for you!', rushedly peeling the orange before placing it back in your hands.

wonwoo -

also would not peel it, not thinking anything of it (also, you didnt ask, so it didnt come to mind). if you asked him to peel it, though, he'd do it without question, which would lead to a habit of peeling any and every peelable fruit for you from then on.

jihoon -

wouldn't even think of peeling it for you, but not in a malicious way. he just wouldnt think of it as an important detail. if you explained the theory to him, he'd roll his eyes and claim it was a stupid measure of love. he's written far too many love songs about you for a stupid orange to put his love for you into question.

seokmin -

you want an orange? how about a peeled orange? how about a mouth-fed, peeled orange? he'd even do lil sound effects as he guided every piece into your mouth and encouraged you to eat. would ask you afterwards if you wanted another orange. bc he can get you one if you want. unless you want some other fruit? he can get you any snack you want, you dont even have to ask.

mingyu -

not only did he get you the orange and peel it for you, but he proceeded to buy you oranges every once in a while, assuming you must enjoy oranges. he'd be unaware of the theory, simply being a natural at taking care of his loved ones and babying them in every possible instance.

minghao -

he's seen the tiktoks and knows about the trend (which he found kinda silly), so he'd give you a knowing smile as he went to grab the orange you asked for, peeling it as he walked back to you. would call you silly and give you a kiss on the forehead while you happily ate your orange.

seungkwan -

you wouldnt even have to ask for the orange in the first place. he would hand feed you pieces of tangerine every day, arguing that he needed to make sure you ate your daily dosage of fruits every single day. whoever invented this theory did not take boo seungkwan's existence into consideration.

vernon -

very similarly to wonwoo, he would not peel it unless you asked, not wanting to assume that you wanted something you did not ask for. if you asked him, though, he would peel it and ask if you wanted him to peel your fruits from now on. you'd have to remind him about it once or twice in the future, but he'd always do it without complaint.

chan -

he'd consider peeling the orange for you, but would think that maybe you wouldnt want him touching the fruit. i mean, if he asked someone for a banana he'd expect to be handed a banana with its peel intact. this was kinda the same, right? well, no. he would notice your dejected look immediately and ask you what was wrong. when you explained, he'd apologize and explain his logic, showing himself to have passed the test on a technicality.

me facing any minor inconvenience 👊