Lovely Little Domestic Prompts Number 2 With WONWOO Or Jeonghan Maybe?

Lovely little domestic prompts number 2 with WONWOO or jeonghan maybe?

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eeee thank you so much for requesting!! I have a lil something planned for Wonwoo already but I haven't written for Jeonghan yet so I went with him! hope you enjoy ilyyyyy

word count: ~700

Jeonghan knows you think you’re being slick, pulling him in for a kiss just before he wanders into the island, running to grab a book for him so he doesn’t bump his elbow into the hard edge of the shelf, draping blankets over the back of the couch because he always winds up with bruises when he launches himself over the top. It’s true that he gets shy when people try to take care of him, would much rather be the one fussing than the one being fussed over, but he can’t say he minds when it’s you. 

He’s never felt like this before, never wanted someone to take care of him like this, until he met you. You’re just too perceptive for your own good, always noticing when he holds his arm a bit differently or when his hip feels tender or when his back is bruised in the same line as the edge of the couch. In the beginning, Jeonghan really didn’t notice what you were doing, and he had to hand it to you because normally, he’s the one secretly protecting people. He keeps it a secret because he has to maintain his couldn’t care less image, but he assumes you stay sneaky because you think he’ll be annoyed that you’re babying him. 

And maybe that’s how he would’ve seen it, if it was anyone but you. Anyone but you, who makes sure all of your friends have a ride home at the end of the night, you, who orders dinner to the office when they’ve all been working for hours with no break, you, who always asks the quiet ones what they were saying when they’ve been interrupted. 

How could he be annoyed when you’re the one who sees how much Mingyu shrinks when they’re being just a bit too mean, and leap in to defend him? You’re the one who notices when Minghao starts pulling away, needing some space, and provide a distraction so he can escape without questions. You’re the one who can differentiate between regular Soonyoung behavior and when he’s actually excited about something, and always give him your full attention, never realizing how Soonyoung glows after. You’re the one who can tell when Jihoon is nervous to show them a song, and as soon as he looks away, you glare at all of them to make sure they know too. You’re the one who keeps every bracelet and necklace Shua makes you, you’re the one who listens to Wonwoo whenever he reaches a new level in his game and is excited to tell someone, you’re the one who watches Chan’s new choreo with rapt attention and applaud before he’s even done panting. 

You’re just a natural caregiver, it’s who you are, and Jeonghan wouldn’t change you for anything. 

Not when you care for his friends just as much, if not more, than he does. Especially not when you’re one of the only people who can take care of him without making him feel babied. 

So, when his chopsticks roll off the table and he ducks down to get them, he doesn’t bother worrying about hitting his head on the way up, because he knows your hand will be there. And there it is, he thinks, feeling his hair brush over your fingers and looking over to see you still in conversation with Cheol. It must be instinctual by now, your drive to keep him safe, and Jeonghan can’t stop himself from grabbing your hand, intertwining your fingers with his, and pressing a kiss to your skin. He doesn’t see a reason to stop himself, not when you look over at him with a small smile, squeezing his hand in yours, and lean down to press a quick kiss to his shoulder. 

Jeonghan doesn’t thank you out loud, knows that’ll make you nervous and shy, but he has his own ways of showing his appreciation. And if some of those ways are just as enjoyable for him as they are for you, well, that’s his business.

Hi, if you could send them, I would definitely try to write them.

Lots of love Saph ❤

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Because I have requests I would like to send in

Darling

Summary: Rhysand has been overworking himself lately and reader offers to help him out

Warnings: none

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In the middle of the night on a Friday, normally people are out at clubs, out on dates, or even sleeping, but not you and Rhys. No, you both sat in his study at midnight working through the massive piles of paperwork on his desk that never seem to get smaller.

Rhys sat in the big, leather desk chair, scribbling away at the pages, then passed them on to you. You sat opposite him in a recliner, proofreading the text, then filed them in their respective folders. Every once in a while, you'd sneak a glance at your mate, frowning at his dishevelled state. His hair was messy from the times he ran his hands through it, his shirt was untucked and crumpled with the top few buttons open, and his eyes that are normally sparkling with mischief were cloudy with fatigue which was emphasized by the tired bags under his eyes.

he had been working more than usual lately, spending his nights in the study, trying to work through all the papers. When you found him earlier in the evening, Rhys looked about ready to rip his hair out of his scalp. You'd suggested he take a break for the night and come to bed, but he had adamantly refused. Still, you didn't want to leave him in there, miserable, drowning in piles of paperwork, so you'd offered to help him out a bit, and he'd reluctantly agreed.

So, for the past three hours, the two of you had been working in silence, falling into a comfortable rhythm. The only sounds in the room were the crackling of the fire in the hearth, Rhys scribbling on paper and the occasional sounds of you opening and closing drawers.

That was until you heard loud scratching of pen against paper, and glanced up at Rhysand to see him frustratedly scribble out something he wrote.

You set down the sheets of paper you'd been reading through and rested your hand on top of his to stop his movements. "Stop," you commanded gently. Rhys looked up at you with the same frustration, but you knew it wasn't directed at you.

"Drop the pen."

Rhys set the pen down and huffed in irritation. You put your other hand out on the table, next to the first, and gestured to Rhys. He brought his other hand to yours and you took it, running your thumbs over his knuckles.

He stared down at his hands in yours, a tired expression on his face, shoulders drooping.

"I'm sorry," he muttered.

You shook your head. "Don't be. There's no need to get frustrated," you said in a soothing voice. "Breathe with me, baby," you instructed and took a deep breath in.

Rhys followed suit, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply.

"And out."

Both of you exhaled at the same time. Rhys opened his eyes and looked at you, some of that frustration gone from his face now.

"Now, how about we take a little break?" you suggested with a small smile, giving his hands a squeeze of persuasion.

Rhysand sighed and nodded.

"Thanks," he said, meeting your eyes again.

"No problem." You smiled. You moved to sit back in your chair, but Rhysand tugged on your hands. You got up as he pulled you to him, and sat you down on his lap. You put your arms around his neck and allowed him to rest his head on your shoulder.

He breathed you in, the tension further releasing from his body. You rested your cheek against his forehead and ran your hand along his spine. Rhys melted more into you, holding you a little tighter, and burying his nose in your neck.

"I'm tired," he muttered.

You looked at the watch on your wrist and turned to him. "Maybe it's time to call it a night?" you suggested. "We've been working for four hours and we got through quite a lot of the papers, didn't we?" You turned to the significantly smaller stack of papers on his desk.

Rhys looked at the papers and then smiled up at you. "Wouldn't have been possible without you, darling," he said with a sleepy smile.

You smiled too, leaning down to peck his lips. You stood up then holding his hands, and tugged him up from his seat. His body cracked loudly, making you both laugh.

"Guess we have been working for quite a while, huh?" Rhys laughed.

You nodded in agreement, then wound your arms around his torso and rested your head on his chest. "Yeah, but I had fun working with you."

Rhys held you tight, humming in acknowledgement. "Perhaps enough fun that you'd be willing to do it tomorrow again?" he suggested.

You let out a sound of fake grumbling to which Rhys squeezed you tighter, then looked up at him and smiled. "Anything for you, darling."

Rhysand grinned, kissing your lips. "Sounds way better when you say it."

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love, guaranteed | kth

summary: with the celestial ball quickly approaching, kim taehyung is horrified to find out that you, his best friend, are dateless. to remedy this, he initiates The Match Project, a matchmaking service designed to find the most optimal date. to you, it’s an opportunity to meet someone else so you can stop pining after your clueless best friend. to him, it’s an opportunity to finally, once and for all, tell you how he feels.

{hogwarts!au, friends to lovers!au}

pairing: kim taehyung x reader word count: 11k genre: fluff + light, slow angst warnings: this is an idiots to lovers fic a/n: [distant screaming] [police sirens] oh god what is this !!! it couldn’t be…. a … a fic ?????? just kidding, it is! just a reminder that i am still on hiatus and will be for another month, so inactivity should be expected. other than that, i am on break this week so i figured that while the inspo was rolling i’d write something !!! only jungkook’s au left and then we’re done .. my god…..

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Hi! (^3^)/ I really liked the way you wrote "Mornings With You" and I wanted to request if you can make a version with Seungcheol if you want to. Thankies in advance (●•^-^•●) 💜💜💜

fren u r in luck :D

lucky in love | choi seungcheol

fluff | 730 words | no warnings

an: tbh that wonu fic was actually a cheol fic but then i realised… i have way too many… (i need help)

Choi Seungcheol knows that he’s loved. He’s loved by his fans, who greet him with resounding cheers every time he comes on stage. He’s loved by his members, whom he has gone through multiple trials and tribulations by each others’ sides. He’s loved by his family, who have given and will continue to give their unwavering support for everything he wishes to pursue. Most of all, he knows that he’s loved by you.

It’s evident in the way you know his coffee order by heart. In the way your pinkies stay connected even while you’re talking to someone else. He sees it when you unknowingly lean into him in crowded spaces. How you nag at him to take better care of himself and eat his meals on time. How your eyes seem to sparkle a billion times more when you see him walking into the room.

He knows just how much he’s loved by you when he arrives home and spots you knocked out on the living room couch. Seungcheol smiles quietly to himself, removing his shoes aside before carefully walking up to you. The television in front of you is still running, but you’re cross-legged with Kkuma snoozing away in your lap. No doubt you were doing some work before Kkuma deemed herself more important – your laptop is tossed to the other side of the couch, screen dark.

He sinks into the couch next to you, hand outstretched as he leans over to tuck a stray hair behind your ear when Kkuma stirs awake in your lap. The little white dog yaps when she realises her father has returned, bounding over to him instead. He giggles as she attempts to lick his face all over. The sudden noise and movement wake you, sleepily turning over only to be greeted by the sight of your lover doused in dog saliva.

“Hey,” a sleepy smile graces your features, greeted by Seungcheol trying to calm the excited puppy down. He turns to you, a fond smile and an eyebrow raised. Understanding his silent question, you stretch your arms up, leaning into his shoulder as you scrunch your nose. “I wanted to wait for you to come home,” a cheeky grin appears. “Welcome home!”

Oh, he feels his heartstrings being pulled, and suddenly he’s overcome with a wave of love and adoration so strong that his eyes start to water. Kkuma jumps off, her little paws padding off elsewhere as Seungcheol pulls you into his arms.

“I’m home,” he murmurs into your hair. His hand engulfs your own, grip tightening with the sudden proclamation. His brows furrow deeper as he inhales deeply, taking in your familiar comforting scent. “Practice was so hard today – missed you a bit more than usual.”

“Aww, my big baby…” You can’t help but coo. Using your free hand, you smooth the wrinkles between his brows with your thumb. “You did well today, do you wanna talk about it?”

He shakes his head, choosing instead to bury his slumping figure in the crook of your neck.

“Have you eaten?” He nods, fluffy hair tickling you. “Do you want to take a shower first then? I’ll make some chamomile tea for you.”

You gently guide Seungcheol into the bathroom, leaving him to clean himself up while you prepare his promised tea.

Fresh out of the shower and nighttime routine completed, Seungcheol finds you already tucked into bed and follows suit. He wraps himself around you, arms and legs tangling under the sheets. Seungcheol can feel his entire body relax under your soothing touch as you card gentle fingers through his hair.

He’s fighting sleep, especially with you patting his head like a child, when he remembers something he’d been meaning to say.

“I don’t have to go to the company tomorrow.”

“Hmm?” You squint through the darkness, barely making out the twinkle hidden behind his tired eyes.

He smiles, pressing soft kisses by your collarbone. “I’m all yours tomorrow, do you want to do anything?”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

You ponder a little bit more before resting your head back down on his chest. “Eh, it’s tomorrow’s problem. ‘m sleepy now.”

Seungcheol lets out a light chuckle. He pulls the covers higher over your bodies, pressing you impossibly closer to him. He knows he’ll spoil you senseless tomorrow anyway.

“Sounds good. Good night, baby.”

“Good night, Cheollie.”

He hopes you know how much he loves you too.