Hai hai love here is your request. You can chose whichever members you want to.
One character is quietly bad at remembering meals when busy or stressed. The other notices and starts gently checking in—texts, snacks, saving food, inviting them to eat together. It becomes a daily habit and a quiet form of care.
Thanks for the request silver dear <3 This is my first minsung!! I ended up swerving away from the original req a little bit, i hope you'll still like it! Enjoy~~
[G] Cheesecake
Rating: General
Ship: Minsung
Tags: Fluff, Jisung has ADHD, Tsundere Minho (kind of ?), love languages
Word Count: 1k
Minho would consider himself a pretty observant person. It comes with the territory of being quiet. Not because he was shy but because he would speak when he'd have something to say. So while others would talk, he'd watch. And as the years flew by, there's one person he watched maybe a bit more than the rest.
So he noticed.
The times where he would get so absorbed into what he did that he would forget to eat or drink or even go to the bathroom until the very last moment.
The times where Minho would leave the house and come back to find him in exactly the same position he was in, a few hours ago, scrolling on his phone.
The times where he'd leave his stuff in places that never make sense. Likes his wallet next to the stove when his keys are on a hook in the bathroom.
And he's been like this ever since they met. Excitable, precious Jisung, whose brain runs too fast for him sometimes. Minho was a pretty observant person. So he developed an acute tuning to Jisung's... brain. He knew when it was full of TV static or when it was running a mile an hour. Minho could always tell when a new interest was coming up, because his eyes as he was talking about it were sparkling. A new idea, a food he just had for the first time, a game he just downloaded. Over at the dinner table, he would just talk, on and on.
And he listened.
Minho was not big on loving openly. Outwardly. So over the years, he had started doing little things.
Like putting back Jisung's misplaced items he found, more easily in view so he wouldn't have to search for them in a panic when the time comes. Minho wouldn't bring them back to him directly, he's just wait until Jisung asked and the he'd say he forgot them on the counter.
Like texting him something irrelevant so that he'd look up from his laptop and realize how hungry or thirsty he actually was, making him at best get up to get a snack or at worst get a sip of water.
Like hovering nearby when Jisung started on chores he had procrastinated on. Just to be here, exist in the same space. As a silent support.
Nothing too noticeable. Nothing that would hint at him keeping track of what Jisung's favorite game right now was about, or the name of that band he had been putting on loop for a week. He had tried different approach to all of this and kept the ones that seemed to work best.
But eventually, the texts to make him get up and get a snack, were starting to lose their power. He would just look at the screen and smile, sometimes even just ignoring the notification. That wouldn't do. He had to change plans. Minho was more of a cooker than a baker. That was Felix's job. Yet the only idea he had to get Jisung out of his brain —to finally feed himself— was cheesecake. He could never resist cheesecake. So he got to work. It wasn't too hard. Could he have done better? Probably. Could he have gone outside to buy some ? Yes, but it was not the same.
So he hoped that the simple 'Cheesecake?' message to Jisung, would be enough. And suddenly he heard the other barreling out of his room, through the corridor and into the kitchen.
"I heard cheesecake!" Jisung chanted, a huge smile on his face.
Minho gestured to the kitchen counter, to a simple cheesecake whose crust was a little… crooked. But if a comment were to be made on that, Minho would promptly ignore it.
Han hummed contentedly and got closer, examining the cake. The crust was too thick to be from that shop next to the company. Maybe somewhere else then? He looked around and couldn't see the box it must have came in.
"Where did you buy it?"
"… I made it."
The world stopped. Just for the second and half it took Jisung's neurons to make the connection. Minho baked a cheesecake. But he doesn't even like cheesecakes that much. So it was… just for Jisung, then? Oh.
"You baked a cheesecake?" Jisung asked. He wanted to be sure he heard that right.
"Yes, that's what I said."
"For me?"
Minho crossed his arms. Now now, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Yes. For Jisung. But like hell he was going to admit it like that.
"You haven't eaten anything since this morning." He goes for another approach.
"How do you know?"
Damn it. The situation was slipping in a direction he had not anticipated. He decided not to answer.
"So you noticed I didn't eat and you made me a cheesecake?"
No comment.
"Wait… Did you also put my headphones back on my desk a few times? I thought I was going insane."
"Shut up and eat." Minho defended and began walking out of the kitchen to try and escape the situation.
"He loves me." Han dramatically said, teasingly.
Minho left and down the hallway to his room, he noticed Jisung's abandoned water bottle on a shelf. Empty. Automatically, he went to fill it back up at the bathroom sink and put it back exactly where it was. He didn't even really think about it.
Not until Jisung came back from the kitchen, all smiles. He thanked Minho for the treat, all cutely before turning back to go to his room. He then noticed his water bottle on the shelf.
"Oh right ! I needed to re-" He took the full water bottle. A pause. "-fill. Did you refill my water bottle?" Jisung asked now with more genuine surprise.
"No..?" Minho tried. He wasn't even convincing himself with that one.
"Oh he love loves me!" Han cheered.
He abandoned the bottle again and went back to stand at the threshold to Minho's room. Like an ominous presence. Minho ignored him, sitting on his bed, phone in hand. Jisung stepped inside, and stood right next to him. Minho looked up from his phone and was greeted with a huge smile. And those sparkling eyes he loved so much.
"I love you too~" Jisung cooed.
He leaned down to plant a loud kiss on Minho's hair, before skipping out of the bedroom.
Ok... that's a lot of votes... ty for everyone who voted!! I didn't know people would have an interest in this silly little idea
Here's some context before you get started!
The sword cursed the four colours of reader, each one having 2 senses changed (one enhanced and one weakened
This one focuses on Berry (red!reader) and their sight (vaguely mentions their hearing)
Four’s colour names -> Reader’s colour names
Red: Berry
Blue: Navy
Green: Moss
Vio: Indi
“Farore’s left tit! Berry, I need you to tell me what colour this is!” The colour in question furrows their eyebrows as their sibling points to an apple. “It’s dark grey.” Their eyes furrow further and the strong scent of salt made its way to their nostrils. It was also the point where they noticed their sibling - one that was also wearing dark grey - had their fists clenched tightly.
That was their first mistake… once they noticed their sibling’s fists, they noticed that their vision was blurry. Their dominant hand raised towards their cheek, only for it to retreat like it had been burned. They’d been crying.
Their second mistake was looking at the two figures standing side-by-side with their sibling. “The sibling who currently had their hands balled at their sides” they quickly realised... Goddesses, they despised the way those two were looking at them.
Pity
Frustration
Shame
That was the point they recognized that they gave the wrong answer. For New Hyrule’s sake, they knew that was the wrong answer. But what they were saying was the truth! Why was it so difficult for them?! That’s not fair! The others were able to see just fine! Reader could see the colour of the apple just fine! So why were they stuck like this?!
…why am I the broken one?
Berry chokes out a sob, seizing a death grip onto their tunic.
“-nally found you” Berry looks up from their hiding spot quickly and wipes their eyes. Vio winces at the sound of snot going back up their noise but doesn’t hesitate to scoot under some branches and sit next to them. It’s a good moment to observe them. Although judging by Berry’s current position and location, it’s definitely not a good moment.
Knees folded to their chest, with their hood over their eyes. Yup, most definitely not a good moment. However, that’s not what kept Vio with them. It was the way they stayed silent. And for the briefest of seconds, he wasn’t sure how to continue. High emotions weren’t something he was confident in helping. That’s Red’s area of expertise. But... he stayed.
He adjusted his friend until their head rested on his shoulder.
He allowed soft hums to escape his throat (something he would deny if he got asked).
He stayed as Berry's breathing evened out. Stayed as lighting bugs came and went. He stayed as Wolfie came and rested his head on Vio's thigh, making worried glances at his silent buddy. Even after whispered assurances that they're indeed unharmed, the fluffy body never moved.
None of them moved. The only indication that Berry was alive was the slight rise and fall of their chest and the occasional hiccup. It wasn’t until a couple hours later the two of them heard sniffles and turned towards Berry.
“Mm, what’re you doin’ here?” Berry mumbles and lifts their head up. Their hand absentmindedly rub their eye while the other pats Wolfie’s heads. Vio crosses his arms, refusing to look at Berry, “I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you missing the watch change. You didn’t wake up Twilight.”
If Vio hadn’t been paying close attention to Berry’s body language, he would’ve missed the faint freeze that took over their body. “Oh… I’m sorry. I musta lost track of time.” They bend down to give Wolfie a forehead kiss before turning their attention to Vio. “I guess-“ Vio’s eyes met Berry’s vacant ones, “I guess I just got stuck in a memory-” They pause and shake their head. “Ignore me. Lost my train of thought" They chuckle weakly at their unintentional pun, "Thank you for keeping me company. You too Wolfie.” They pat both of their heads and awkwardly shuffle to leave their spot.
Vio’s eyes narrow minutely, something’s wrong
He runs through the facts: Berry’s awake and coherent. They’re moving out of this spot and going back to the campsite. No more painful interactions. No more awkward silence.... So why does he want them to stay?
"Hold on-" Berry stops and looks to Vio, who's twirling a patch of Wolfie's hair, "have I told you about a friend of mine? Shadow?"
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Yippie! All posted! I do have other writings for this AU so if people're interested, please let me know! This is also one of my first times writing!
Also if anyone would like any clarifications on things mentioned, shoot an ask! I'd be happy to answer <3
How the LaDS guys act when you're sick/have a fever
Very self indulgent because I am sick running that 38.3 fever and I know they would treat me right. I just wrote this and hit post, don't look at spelling mistakes too hard.
Also we love a Gender neutral reader <3
Zayne
Zayne probably knows you're sick before you even do. He sees your sluggish demeanor and hear you cough once and he's already near you with a glass of water, telling you to take the day off.
"I'm fine, just slept badly, I'll be better after a shower." You say, sitting in the kitchen while he comes back from the bathroom.
"No you won't. Now, stay still."
He takes the thermometer to your forehead, holding your face gently and you obediently stay in place, a slight pout on your lips. The beep is heard soon enough and you look up. A slight frown is on his face and you know you're not about to step out of the house today.
He prepares everything for you before he has to leave to work, not being able to postpone an important surgery to stay a bit more with you.
"And don't take more than 1200mg a day, that's a dose every 4 hours. If it's really bad you alternate between paracetamol and ibuprofen. Don't forget to drink a lot and don't-"
"I'll be fine Doctor. Don't worry about me."
"How can I not worry? I hate leaving you like this." His voice was unbelievably soft as he confessed this.
When he came back home that night you were curled up on the couch, a series aimlessly playing on the TV while you slept like a baby, an almost empty mug of tea on the table in front of you. He knew it was a bad idea and you were probably contagious but he couldn't help lay a small kiss on your forehead.
Xavier
He makes you go back to sleep immediately. You tell him you don't feel too good and you're immediately yanked back on the bed with him. He's not holding you too close, just a hand around your forearm as to not make you hotter than you already are.
"Xav this is not a good idea you're going to catch my cold." You protest weakly feeling your muscles relax into the bed.
"Then we'll be sick together, that way we can nap all day to recover."
You're too tired to argue as your head is feeling 3 times heavier than it should be. You feel a chill running down your arm and snuggle close to him, seeking warmth when you probably shouldn't. He welcomes you in his arm anyway, not being able to resist you.
Rafayel
Rafayel knew exactly what would make you feel better. A bath. With how much you're shivering, a nice warm bath will fix you right up. He urges you to stay right where you are until he finishes preparing everything.
When you enter the bathroom at his cue you're hit with the sweet smell of coconut and the gentle steam of the hot water. Suddenly you can't wait to get in there.
When you dip your foot into the water you exhale a breath you didn't know you where holding.
"How the temperature?"
"It's perfect" You assure. "Oh I will spend the afternoon in here if you don't get me out eventually."
"The water will turn cold."
"You can heat it back up, can't you?"
"I could but then what am I going to do when you're all withered away like a prune?"
You weakly hit his arm and chuckle as you settle deeper into the water. He leaves to cook you something and even if he prefers his baths cold he'll join you in a heartbeat when you ask.
Sylus
You go through another coughing fit and feel your throat dry up. You look beside you and see the glass of water is empty. You grumble and get up, your legs weak against the strenuous effort.
When Sylus walks face to face with you on your way to the kitchen. He raises an eyebrow at you.
"Why are you here aren't you supposed to be on bed rest?"
"I just needed water." You mumble.
He takes the glass out of your hands before you can protest and walks you back to the bedroom a gentle hand on your back guiding and anchoring you.
"Just call me if you need anything kitten. Your only job is to rest."
"I can get my own water."
"I don't doubt that, but now you don't have to anymore, how great is that?" He declared as you climb back in bed. "Anything else, sweetie?"
"Can I have a cold towel? My head is killing me."
He nods and leaves you for a total of 3 minutes before he's back with a tray of fruits, a mug of herbal tea, medication and a cold towel. He stays with you until you eventually fall asleep.
Caleb
Caleb walks home one day to hear you coughing up a lung. He rushed home as soon as he could when he received your text saying you weren't feeling too good and you wouldn't be able to go to the dinner you two had planned.
He didn't care about the dinner. He rushed to your bedside and sat on the edge.
"How are you feeling, pips?"
"I've definitely been worse." You say weakly.
"I've brought medication and a bucket just in case. Is there anything else I can get for you?"
He looks like a kicked puppy desperately trying to help but not knowing how. Your gaze soften and you smile at him.
"Just stay with me? Please." You ask sighing as the headache medication finally starts working on your throbbing migraine. "Tell me about your day."
He settles next to you on the bed above the covers, offering his arms and hand for you to play with while he speaks.
Rating: Explicit
Ship: Hyunminchan
Tags: Threesome, Top Minho, Bottom Hyunjin, Versatile Chan, Dom Minho, Switch Chan (more sub here), Established OT8
>> More tags on AO3 directly.
Word Count: 5.5k
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !
Hyunjin on the other hand, was feeling some kind of way. Pent up, energy still high even after a long shower. He could take care of it himself. But that wasn't fun, was it ?
No.
Not when he could take a selfie in bed naked and send it on bubble. To get replies by the thousands, of stays freaking out. He always reveled in the attention, in their cheers and screams and reactions. But the masses' attention wasn't enough right now. Only 7 out of the possible people that could reply to this were important to him. How long until someone sent him a message ? How long until someone knocked at the door ?
- Hyunjin is feeling needy after their performance and sends a saucy picture to stay. Chan and Minho answer the call. -
[E] The missing color on my canvas (The vibrant shade of your blood)
Rating: Explicit
Ship: Hyunchan
Tags: Lot of kinks but to name a few: edge play, blood, biting, choking, spanking, hair pulling. Dom/Sub undertones, Top Hyunjin, Bottom Chan, they're being little freaks.
>> Read at your own risk. More tags on AO3 directly.
Word Count: 9k
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Hyunjin hoped Chan would not bring this up ever again. He knew he wouldn't. That thought... it had just been for a quarter of a second. And it only happened because he had been so preoccupied with colors for the last hours. And yet… it was still ringing in his ears like an annoying song you could not get out of your head.
And the worst thing is that it was true. It was a beautiful shade. A rich red, spreading with a muted sheen at the edges. How nice the gradient was, as it was thinning, being smeared across skin. Oh it would be perfect. He looked back at his abandoned palette and chewed on his lips. Was that.. weird? Trying to replicate his hyeong's blood color to use for his painting. Well anyone's blood color for that matter. Not that it being Chan's changed anything… Right?
-Hyunjin struggles to find the right color for his painting and suddenly develops an obsession for blood. Especially Chan's.-
[G] You're the sun, my orbit can only be around you
Rating: General
Ship: Chanlix
Tags: Fluff, First date, Idiots in love, Nerd!Chan, Felix is whipped, they're so embarrassing I love them so much
Word Count: 1.7k
Felix had decided to stop being a coward and just ask Chan out. On a date. Jisung had managed to hype him up. He had brought the tickets and everything. But he was fizzling out at the last minute, considering simply asking Chan if he wanted to come with. As friends. To the planetarium. To look through the exhibitions and watch a show about stars and constellations. The same show Chris mentioned seeing an ad about the other day.
-Or Felix brings Chan to the planetarium for a first date. It goes as well as he expected.-
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Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Teen Up
Ship: MinChan
Tags: Chan-Centric, Fluff, Snowstorms, Mutual Pining, Yearning, Cuddling, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Sexual Tension, Making out, 5+1 things
Word Count: 12k
⋆⁺₊❅. Collab with @catgirl-yeji, for StayBlr's Snowdraft event, with the prompt 'Snowed In'~
⋆⁺₊❅. Check out Minho's POV !
It’s been a while since he lived in the same dorm as Minho. But it felt like yesterday, seeing him dressed down, barefaced, with a spoon in hand, hair fluffy from sleep. The sight made something ache in his chest. They’ve known each other for almost a decade. And Chan suddenly wanted to spend decades more together. With the whole group, yes, but Minho specifically. Just like this. No expectations, no cameras, no makeup making his eyes sharper than they really were.
-Or, 5 Times Chan pined for Minho and the 1 time he finally gave in.-
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Mature
Ship: Hyunchan
Tags: Prince Hyunjin, Knight Chan, implicit sexual content, forbidden love, casual sex, body worship, feelings and love confessions. They're so in love your honor.
Word Count: 3.5k
"Chan..." Hyunjin said in a half whine, half warning.
"My prince." Chan replied with mock reverence.
"You don't need to coax me with sweet words, you know."
"I'm not coaxing you into anything. I've already done that last night."
Hyunjin turned around with red cheeks and an offended look. He grabbed the pillow next to him and throw it to the other's face. It was caught effortlessly and with a giggle from the blond. Chan got up, finished tightening his belt and rounded the bed, to sit next to Hyunjin.
"Now, now, your majesty. No need to be shy." He said voice syrupy sweet, sneaking a kiss on his cheek. "Did you enjoy yourself?"
-Chan is a royal Knight and Hyunjin's the prince. Their relationship has been limited to simply sex until recently. Can it become more ?-
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