Little Gender Neutral Drabble Based On This Tiktok. I Know It Was Probably Intended To Be A Spicy Thing

little gender neutral drabble based on this tiktok. I know it was probably intended to be a spicy thing but I just thought it was cute <33 i love him so much :(

warnings: anxiety, comfort

stepping out of your bedroom, you caught sight of a familiar fabric meeting broad shoulders, leaning up against the arm of the sofa. from your position, you could see his legs, drawn up so they'd fit, encased in his regular cargoes, stretched tight across his thighs.

whenever könig was feeling anxious, even at home with you, he'd sometimes put his mask back on. it offered some level of security, and he could relax a little under its cover. he'd explained this to you while squeezing your hand, reassuring that it's never any fault of yours. he just needed it sometimes.

moving forward, you walk into his eyeline, turning so your body is facing him. his eyes widen as they lock with yours. this makes you frown a little, as you guessed he had been so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear your approach. you reach out slowly, giving him time to stop you. your hand presses to the back of his head, moving down to smooth the fabric over his hair.

his eyes flutter as he leans into your touch.

"you okay? woke up without you."

he shakes his head minutely, his eyes shiny and seemingly extra pale against his dark mask.

oftentimes when he was in this state, it was best to let him be, and he finds you again when he's ready. dropping your hand from his head, you give him a gentle smile and a small nod, you turn to head to the kitchen, thoughts of getting him some water and food running through your head, something he forgets when he's feeling anxious. before you can take a step away, you feel a large hand grip your wrist, tightening slightly.

twisting back, you notice that he had shifted his body up to reach you, his black tee stretching a little over his chest.

"schatz."

his voice was quiet and scratchy, strained from having not been used for hours. his hold on you loosened, his hands falling to his thighs. in a stuttered, awkward motion, he lets his legs fall open, creating a space between. his eyes implore to yours, glossy with emotion. it takes you a moment, but you understand the prompt. climbing between his legs, you settle your body against his. your head rests on his shoulder with your arm reaching across his chest.

immediately, his arms come up, wrapping around your body, holding you to him. the comforting feeling of his arms around you relaxes you, and you take a deep breath. könig mirrors you, his chest rising as the air rushes into his lungs.

it takes a few minutes of snuggling, but eventually, könig takes another deep breath before lifting one hand to remove his mask, dropping it on the floor. his arm quickly readjusts back around you, squeezing a little. you tilt your head up a little, pressing a small kiss to his jaw.

"feeling better?"

his low hum in response rumbles against your cheek and you can't hold back the little smile that spreads across your face. he turns his head to gratefully press his lips against your temple.

"thank you, liebling."

idolboyfriend!san x fem!reader

the stress of the week had built up and finally overwhelmed you.

on monday, you had forgotten to set your alarm and overslept, resulting in you having to rush to work without eating. on tuesday, your least favourite colleague was absent and guess who was picked to do their work? yes, you.

on wednesday, your period had started, leaving you with excruciating cramps which made you irritable all day. it was now thursday, and on the way back home from work, you had tripped on a crack in the pavement, bruising your knees and giving you the embarrassment of falling over in public.

now, you were curled up in bed, still in your work clothes, sobbing. your tears ran down your cheeks, leaving trails of ruined makeup. wallowing in your emotions, you almost didn't hear the door open.

almost.

of course, it was thursday. the day your boyfriend san comes home early from practice. he called out, quickly bounding to the bedroom when he heard your reply.

his grin dropped from his face as he took in the desolate sight of his girlfriend. rushing to you, he wraps you in his arms, lifting you onto his lap.

"baby! what's happened?"

a fresh wave of cries overcomes you as you manage to hiccup your problems to him. he holds you tight, stroking your hair and murmuring reassurances to you.

after you've calmed down, san grips your hand and leads you into the bathroom. sitting you down on the toilet lid, he proceeds to run a bath, putting in a bath bomb and some oils, the aromas floating into the room. next, he puts some makeup remover onto some cotton pads and takes off the dried makeup on your face, gently swiping it across your eyes and over your cheeks. after that, he tugs off your clothes, leaving you in your underwear so you can deal with that yourself.

he leaves the bathroom, letting you settle into the hot bathwater. he returns, holding a pair of his sweatpants and a hoodie of his. placing them on the toilet lid, he bends over you, pressing a kiss to your head.

when you've finished in the bathroom, you step out, wearing san's big clothes, his scent surrounding you. as you enter the bedroom, you're met with the sight of your freshly showered boyfriend, dressed in only sweatpants, sitting in bed. he has a small pile of snacks next to him and on the screen opposite, you can see the opening titles of a movie you've been planning to watch together.

a smile paints his face as he sees you, his arms opening automatically. you grin as you practically jump onto him, snuggling closer to his warm skin. his arms rest around your shoulders, rubbing them occasionally. he grabs a snack from his side, opening the packet and placing it between you. he then reaches for the remote control, playing the movie.

later, the snacks have finished, and the movie has ended. you've fallen asleep against san, taking comfort in his embrace. he smiles down at you, admiring your beauty. pressing a kiss to your cheek, he whispers,

"goodnight, my star.

stroking the last coat of black nail polish onto your pinky finger nail, you became aware of a prescence behind you, followed by a chin resting on your shoulder. yuto's low voice permeated the air as he asked after what you were doing. it didn't take long for him to ask you to paint his nails too.

pulling him to sit beside you, you pressed his hand down to the table as you carefully painted the first coat on his nails. clearly excited by the entire experience, he began waving his hands around as he talked to you.

"yuto! don't touch anything, you could mess it up, and I have to paint another coat!"

a slight pout upon his lips, he reluctantly keeps his hands on the table, fingers splayed comically. his smile didn't leave his face as you painted the second coat on. he almost seemed enamoured, fascinated by the whole process.

a couple days later, you were sitting in the kitchen, enjoying the notes floating into the room from the living room where yuto was playing guitar. as the song trailed off, you heard a wail of despair. raising an eyebrow, you waited for yuto to come to you.

he didn't disappoint, his large form entering the kitchen. his hand was held in front of you, his face frowning.

"y/n! look, my nail polish chipped!"

holding his hand in yours, you smiled gently, tipping your head back to look at him.

"yuto, it's fine, I can just repaint it."

his eyes widened as he looked back down at it. he sighs in relief before grinning at you.

"can we go fix it now?"

you do as he asks, letting him go with a warning to be more careful if he wants it to last longer. he nods, heading back into the living room. the song is softer, more gently played. after it ends, the house is silent for a moment before you hear a sheepish call of your name.

(inspired by the concept photos!)

stirring against jeno's warm chest, your eyes fluttered open and focused on the dark screen opposite you. you were covered in a blanket, jeno's arms tightly wrapped around you.

lifting your head, you saw that jeno was asleep, his head drooping in a position that you knew he was going to get cramp from. lifting a hand, you brushed your fingers over his left cheek, his eyelids fluttering from your touch.

his eyes slowly opened, a lazy smile creeping onto his face as he made eye contact with you. moving his head, he frowned in discomfort as he stretched out the cramp in his neck.

he murmurs, not wanting to disturb the quiet atmosphere,

"shall we go upstairs?"

If rooster has a beard that changes a lot of things and i can no longer respect hawaii babe for letting someone with a hideous beard do her dirty …

perfect sexy mustache and clean shaved chin on the other hand 😭😍😘😘🙏🏻

When I say TIP Rooster, I’m talking about this man and this man only… perhaps some light scruff on occasion but Amy wouldn’t have tolerated that shit so it’s largely a no

i miss you all, i miss them 🥹