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Shout out to everyone who is just so tired So so exhausted So very very tired so very fatigued so sleepy and tired So

My dad was dealing with some mixed feelings so I told him "In therapy when something is too complicated to do a simple 'pro and contra list' we sometimes do an excercise where you imagine all these mixed feelings around a table in some kind of conference, letting each tell their bit and you leading the debate."

and my dad didn't really respond and just stared ahead so I kept preparing lunch. Until a few minutes later when he suddenly piped up: "I am having a bad time at the conference"

Helloooo how about a rich af gn! Reader who decides to spoil and pamper Xiao for a week bc they're tired to see him overworked? Like one day, Reader takes Xiao and forces him to take a week off for example by taking him to a spa and helping him to love himself bc he deserves it.

thank u so much for being my first req! u actually had written something else b4 but accidentally deleted it 🥲 but im glad it happen bc i like this one better and i hope you like it too!

love you the way i love you

synopsis: xiao has been overworking himself you give him the love he deserves

warnings: just xiao being self deprecating

characters: xiao x reader

notes: i think this is one of my best writings i still gotta work on being more descriptive but i think this came out nice

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you knew xiao honored his work. he would bend over backwards for his job his no matter how gruesome it was on his body. long hours turned to days turned to weeks of him contstantly on his feet. there were times where he wouldnt return home until the early hours of morning, only coming to check on you then soon leaving again. you'd caught wind of how he was acting time ago, but knowing how stubborn his is, you wanted to save yourself the headeache of trying to get him to stay home and take a break. he had to give himself a break soon, but after a whole two weeks of him working non stop, you had enough.

"xiao you can take a week off of work." you crossed your arms, leaning against the front door as you glared at him. he sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "yn move i don't have time for this." you stomped your foot lightly and blurted "no xiao! please just take the week off you need a break and i want to take you out somewhere." he turned himself away from you and crossed his arms, his eyebrows kneaded together, "no i can't." stubborn as always, luckily you knew how to get him to listen. "nope, you have no choice, if you don't take the week off im not making you almond tofu ever again." his eyes peeked over to yours, his arms fell down and a pout on his lips. xiao couldn't say no to that, he loved almond tofu and you were the only person who made it right "…fine."

after you convinved xiao to take the day off, you brought him straight to the spa. on your way there xiao tried to argue, he didn't need to go to a spa it's way too expensive, he said you didn't need to spend so much money on him he didn't need it. you didn't listen anyway. the hot tub, the perfect thing to help releive stress. you arrived to the bathhouse, it was a simple room with tan walls, warm fairy lights hung up and a decent sized tub in the middle. xiao had a white towel wrapped around his waist, his hands clenched into fists as he stood over the tub. "yn, are you sure? i dont think i want to get in the tub…" he muttered. you walked past him messing with your towel. "come on, we're already here. you said you've been having a bit of pain, it'll help you i promise." the green haired man pouted and pondered your words for a bit, contemplating if he really wanted to get in.

when he finally dipped his body in the hot water, it was as if he'd become weightless. he rolled his head back, resting it on the side of the tub. his eyes came droopy with his lips slightly parted and his shoulders hung low. he felt selfish enjoying the water enveloping him but he had to admit it felt so good. you were still dressed in your towel, admiring this side of xiao. a peaceful side. you soon joined him in the bath, the water massaged your skin as you rested your head against xiaos chest and he curled his arms around you, his head laying atop of yours.

"…i dont need this…" xiao mumbled lightly. "i don't deserve the way you treat me. you're too kind, buying me nice things all the time…taking me to a spa this expensive." he shook his head, "this feels amazing but i dont deserve it at all.." you scoffed like he had made an offensive joke. you moved you head to face him and peered into his brown sugar eyes. they had a sad tint to them, they truly believed wasnt meant to relax, to be peaceful, to be loved. you brought you hands to his cheek, lightly pecking the other. "i did this just for you. you work so hard every day and barely take breaks. you're so amazing and you care about everyone even if you swear you dont," you gave him another kiss, he had a little smile as his grip around your waist became tighter and his cheeks became flushed either because of your words or the hot steam. "you do deserve this," you massaged his muscles as you spoke. "and i love you so much."

though he tried hide it, xiao's smile became a full grin, his eyes a little brighter than before. he couldn't hide it anymore, the way you made him like he was the most special person in the world, the way you brought him up when he tore himself down. he almsot lost himself stressing so much over work. yet it was all worth it if he had you to care for him at the end of the day and to love him when he had never been moved before. he leaned down and pressed his soft lips against yours, kissing you ever so softly. "thank you so much yn…" xiao could stay in this tub forever washing away with you in his arms loving you so sweetly as you love him. he did deserve this, he deserved your love.

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ᵔᴗᵔ . . title : 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘆 ! modern

ᴖ.ᴖ . . cont. : f!reader ⁝ wc. 1.2k ⁝ reblog

ᵔᴗᵔ . . tl;dr : self-explanatory

𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗸𝘂𝘇𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶 [𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗿]

“stop it,” he gripes, his eyes draw shut in exasperation over your incessant calling for a silver of his attention. you could be such a glutton for him, he huffs, although flattered.

he already, and begrudgingly, allowed you to sit snug on his lap whilst he watched this documentary on the television to ail his boredom. what more do you want?

he sends you a half-hearted glare. however, as anticipated, it did little to discourage you. in reality, it only fueled you to behave the way you did.

“stop what, babe? i‘m just trying to love you.” you frown, full of hope it’d entice him to indulge in your desire to be petted with his affection. it didn’t, so you continue to stare at him…

longingly.

his eyes; his lips; then his cheeks… you’d never dare tell him about it, but he looks cute when he was super, duper focused. he had a habit of scrunching his nose and pouting, as if to make a tiny show of how concentrated he was at the moment. he looks very cute, you thought, very, very cute—cute enough to bite!

adjusting your sitting position, you receive a tiny scowl from your dear boyfriend, who was growing more and more distracted by the minute. you purse your lips up at him for a kiss and he rolls his eyes at you in return. despite his steady snubbing, you know he was pleased to see you pine for him.

how can you not? him and his cheeks!

and before you know it, your hand travels to cup his face. he didn’t seem to mind it at all. in fact, he responds quite nicely, nuzzling against your palm. it wasn’t until you, oh, so lovingly decided to pinch him did it finally elicit any sort of a reaction from him.

albeit tricky, it was definitely worth it. his cheeks look really squishy from your perspective and you couldn’t help yourself at all. hence, it comes to no surprise when you had insisted on pinching him like a makeshift stress ball. squish. squish. squish.

“can you get off me? you’re seriously getting on my nerves,” kunikuzushi snaps, as he bats your hand away rather weakly and impassively, like he can barely trouble himself to put an actual stop at your antics.

his cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink from your shameless display of affection. it was embarrassing! he insists, and yet here he was basking in your desperation anyway.

“i-i don’t want to!” you cling onto him tighter. if you were to go further, you would’ve crushed his esophagus.

he has half a mind to give you an earful for your immaturity when you didn’t waste a second to hide your face in his neck. he was contemplating on not letting this slide. that is until it flees from his mind once your lips press featherlight pecks on his skin

he was fine with it at first, long-familiar with your clinginess. though, his mood dramatically shifts after you start nipping at his skin to leave faint marks here and there. 

are you crazy? he did nothing to have you behave this way, kunikuzushi huffs. 

pressing pause on the remote, his other hand stops you by cradling your face. he smooshes your cheeks together and it made you look like a fish.

“alright, knock it off. this isn’t funny! are you deaf or s—OW! did you… bite me?” he glances at his hand then at your face and he was absolutely dumbfounded.

“i’ll do it again!”

burying your face in the crook of his neck, you know he’d do something if he was truly bothered.

“whatever… just let me finish the damn documentary.”

𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶 [𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿]

“knock, knock!”

a tiny smile upturns his lips after he caught the echo of your voice calling him from the other side. it was intriguing when he didn’t show much emotion around others yet the smallest hint of your presence makes a difference, pulling a smile or softening his gaze. however, it fades away when he recalls he was in the middle of a video call.

damn it, tighnari huffs. turning off both his microphone and video, he spins his chair to face the door. “come in.”

he may not say it often but he appreciates all your efforts to check on him or take care of him. whether it be a casual “hi, whaddya doing?” or surprising him with a homemade meal, he cherished every bit of it either way.

although he never asked, you do it anyway and it warms his heart.

the door creaked open and your lovely self came into view a second later. “so… how’s the bestest boyfriend in the entire world doing today?” you greet with a charming smile, finally stepping p foot inside the room.

bestest wasn’t a real word but god, you are so cute.

you don the frilly apron you use whenever you cook or bake; in the palm of your hands lies a wooden tray of food—lunch, he guesses. the sight in front of him stinks of domesticity, it willed butterflies to skitter in his stomach.

“work as usual. nothing new.”

“great! you should take a break ‘cuz look at what i cooked!” you make a great show of the savory meal before him.

although unquestionably restless when things don’t go your way, you respected his plans to finish his meeting before he sacrifices his time to dote on you. placing the tray on a vacant spot on his desk, he stuns you by wasting no time in pulling you to sit on his lap sideways.

the sound of your gasp was music to his ears, the corner of his mouth quirks into a lopsided smile. it urges him to push through and fulfill the leftover minutes of this meeting. you, on the other hand, do what you did best: be clingy.

you occupy yourself by playing with his hair, wringing a thin strand around your finger until your eyes fixate on his green streaks. sectioning it off from the majority of his dark locks, you admire how well it sharpens his features.

he looks so handsome! …but at what cost? his soft cheeks. you frown, hands falling to cup his soft cheeks instead. your thumb grazes against his skin. going further, you sneak in a couple tender pinches.

so fluffy! you muse.

tighnari, who long discarded his intentions to work, basks in your touch. he could never get enough of you. his gaze trails along your every movement, wondering what was coursing through that pretty head of yours. what can you be thinking about? was it about him?

“you need to get a haircut.”

“do i?” he didn’t know it, but his tone lightens whenever it’s directed at you and thanks to the almost nonexistent space in between your bodies, it came across a whisper.

“yep! i can trim it for you later if you want?”

“whatever you say, darling.” tighnari nods, bewitched in the feeling of you gingerly tucking his hair behind his ears. he leans into your touch, prompting you both to silently bask in one another’s company—as if the outside world didn’t exist.

“um, sir? your camera is on.” collei’s shy voice rings through his laptop and you and your boyfriend flinch at the intrusion on your love bubble.

“shit.”