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REMINDER: This is fully and only for entertainment and for fun, do NOT take it too seriously, as much as I'm trying to make it realistic you should keep in mind it's all fiction and does not represent them in real life, it's fully based on their made up character/persona on camera and their vibes.
After 3 years out of school ... I'm studying again 😭 studying + work SOOOOOO.... My activity here might be messy... I don't know, I started this blog not long after turning 18 and finishing school. I never had to balance it with studying so Idk how well/bad I'll do it now.
Maybeee my activity simply won't change and I'll be able to balance it well, but who knows, so just in case I'm leaving this announcement here. I'm not giving up on this blog ofc and this will PROBABLY only get messy for the first months until I adapt and learn how to schedule my days properly, etc!
Characters/Pairing: Soob!Daughter, Dad!Soobin x Gn!Reader
Genre: fluff, sfw, kind of hurt-comfort ?
Warnings: Reader is referred to as mommy just because it's easier to write instead of putting like "daddy1(soobin)" and "daddy2/Mommy" yk, but if it makes you uncomfortable just change it
A/N: I miss writing about my TxT's family series sm ☹️ this was so peaceful to write and imagine
Just for the fun of sharing, I personally named the daughter Lila!!
You'd been feeling under the weather all day, the kind of sick that makes every bone ache and every muscle feel like it's weighed down. Your four-year-old daughter, with her daddy's dimples and a heart just as big, had been your little nurse, constantly checking in on you with her sweet, high-pitched voice.
Every time you groaned Soobin was by your side in an instant, his expression full of concern.
“Love, you need to rest. I’ll take care of everything,” he said, his voice gentle yet firm. You could see the worry in his eyes, and it broke your heart a little. He always took such good care of you.
Your daughter bounced into the room. “Mommy, do you need anything?” she asked, her little face scrunched up in concentration as if she was already trying to figure out how to make you feel better.
You smiled weakly at her. “No baby, I’m okay. Just need to sleep, I think.”
Soobin nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Alright love, let’s get you some medicine and then you can rest, okay?”
You took the medicine he offered and snuggled back into the blankets. With a heating pad on your sore muscles and a comfy blanket wrapped around you, it didn’t take long for you to drift off to sleep.
When you finally woke up, it was dark outside. You glanced at the clock and saw that it was just past midnight. You felt groggy but much better than you had earlier. Your body had clearly needed the rest. You rolled over, expecting to find Soobin beside you, but his side of the bed was cold and empty.
Confused, you listened, trying to catch any sound that might hint at where he could be at thisbhour.
Then you heard it— soft giggles and whispers coming from the kitchen. Intrigued and a bit concerned, you forced your sore body out of bed and threw on a robe as you padded quietly down the hall.
The giggles continued, and you followed the sound to the kitchen, curiosity piqued.
As you approached the kitchen, the smell of something sweet and comforting filled the air, mingled with the faint scent of ginger and lemon. You peeked around the corner, and the sight that greeted you melted your heart.
There, you found Soobin and your daughter, standing on a chair so she could reach the counter, both covered in flour. They were baking, of all things, at midnight. The kitchen was a mess with bowls and utensils scattered everywhere. Your daughter was carefully scooping dough onto a baking sheet while Soobin supervised, a proud smile on his face.
“Shhh we have to be quiet, or we’ll wake up Mommy,” Soobin whispered, clearly not noticing you standing in the doorway.
Your daughter nodded seriously, her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrated. “I’m being quiet Daddy,” she whispered back, not quite managing to keep her voice down.
You leaned against the doorframe, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the heating pad you’d left behind jn bed. Despite the late hour and the mess, you couldn’t be mad at them. It was too adorable.
After a few minutes Soobin turned and saw you. His eyes widened in surprise. “Oh, you’re awake! How are you feeling honey?”
“Better,” you said, your voice still a little hoarse. “What are you two up to?”
Your daughter beamed, holding up a tray of cookies proudly. "Mommy, look! We made cookies to help you feel better! They have oats and ginger and lemon because Daddy said those are good for you!!"
You leaned down to her level, kissing her flour-dusted cheek. "They look wonderful, sweetie. Thank you so much."
Soobin wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "We wanted to surprise you. I know it's late... but she was so excited to help,"
You kissed his cheek, grateful for everything. "Well, it’s the best surprise I could ask for."
As the cookies baked, the three of you sat together at the kitchen table, your daughter animatedly recounting every step of the baking process. Her eyes sparkled with the kind of joy only a child can have, her dimples deepening with every smile.
"So first, we mixed the oats and the flour," she explained, her tiny hands mimicking the motions. "And then Daddy let me crack the eggs, but I got some shell in there... but Daddy fished it out anyway!"
Soobin chuckled, ruffling her hair. "You did great, though. You're a natural baker."
When the cookies finally came out of the oven, golden brown and smelling heavenly, Soobin carefully transferred them to a cooling rack. Your daughter bounced on her stool, unable to contain her excitement.
"Can we try one now, Daddy? Please?"
He glanced at you, a twinkle in his eye. "Well, what do you think, Mom? Should we have a midnight snack?"
You laughed softly, nodding. "I think we can make an exception this once."
You each took a cookie, the warmth seeping into your fingers. Biting into it, the flavors of ginger and lemon burst on your tongue, the oats adding a comforting, hearty texture. They were delicious, but what made them even sweeter was the love and effort that had gone into making them.
"These are amazing," you said, smiling at your daughter. "You did a fantastic job baby."
Her face lit up with pride and she snuggled into your side. "I'm glad you like them, Mommy. I wanted to help you feel better."
With Soobin on one side and your daughter on the other, you felt the sickness fade away, replaced by the warmth of their love and care. This moment was exactly what you needed to start feeling like yourself again.
I'M UNWELL how did I make this so sweet? It's my first time rereading this one— BUT who on earth kisses their loved one's cheeks if they're sick... Yeah I'm not the most brilliant human when writing LMAO ㅜㅜ... Makes me wanna write more about TxT!Family
guys why are all my feeds x female reader??? LIKE THE PLOT LOOKS SO YUMMY (LIKE OFC I WANNA READ SPIDERMAN YEONJUN SMUT???) BUT ITS ALWAYS FEMALE READER. GUYS IM JUST A MALE. I JS WANT TO READ ME SOME GAY SHIT IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK💔
If you read the fic, leave the kudos. Leave a comment too, if possible. Just do it. It takes a few seconds of your time and it means the world to the writer.
Sincerely, me who just got told that my writing feels like watching a blockbuster movie. I don't care if they were sincere or not, I'll be thinking about that comment for the rest of my life and every time I feel bad about my art, I'll remember that someone once liked it.
HEYYY WAIT!!! Is it just me or theres a sudden wave of new moa writers/old writers coming back, etc etc??? Because Moablr was slowly dying and suddenly my tumblr is FULL of amazing TxT fics and some of them are writers I've never seen before... I'm so SO happy Moablr is gaining some life and energy again?? This is awesome aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh
Guys, since I already downloaded a fake texts/message app again I might aswell make more SMAUs before I decide to randomly uninstall it. Any ideas??? Requests are open for smaus both of this TxT blog and on my ATEEZ blog too (@unitinyverse ) (except if you're requesting ateez then please do It on the other blog)
Both hard and soft hours are accepted, crack too and anything in between maybe not just angst (slight hurt-comfort is okay)
sleeping and cuddling with beomgyu (fluff please) ?? <3
𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 – 𝐁𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐠𝐲𝐮 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨
Pairing: Idol!Beomgyu x GN!reader
Genre/Warnings: Fluff, sfw, soft hours, maybe a bit of hurt-comfort? No warnings.
A/N: only realised mid-way proofreading that maybe you meant sleepy cuddles and not one of them falling asleep during the cuddles but oops. Sorry for that.
It starts the moment the door clicks shut. A heavy sigh, a bag slipping off his shoulder, and the soft shuffle of feet dragging across the floor. Beomgyu is exhausted.
Not the playful, overdramatic kind of tired where he flops onto the couch and whines for attention and cuddles. No. No teasing, no cheeky remarks. Just real, bone-deep exhaustion running through his veins.
His usual light that follows him everywhere, that natural, effortless glow that makes him shine so bright and makes everyone laugh even on his darkest days. But tonight, that light's dimmed.
His steps are slow, his shoulders are slumped, and his lips barely have the strength to curve up into a smile when his eyes finally meet yours. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to, you could always read him like an open book. His body moves on instinct—straight into your warm open arms. His forehead presses against your shoulder, his weight finally melting into you as his arms wrap around your waist. He lets out the softest sigh of relief and exhaustion, his breath warm against your neck. “…I missed you.” His voice is quiet. Tired. Barely more than a whisper.
Your hands move up to his hair, fingers threading through his soft datk strands. You feel him exhale, his body going slack against you, as if that simple touch alone is enough to unravel all the tension in his muscles. As if simply —you— was enough to help him relax. “You had a long day,” you murmur, fingertips tracing gentle circles against his scalp. He only hums in response, nodding slightly, his arms tightening around you. Not enough to squeeze—just enough to feel you, to hold you, to anchor himself.
“Want me to run you a bath?” you offer softly, tilting your head to press a soft kiss against his temple. Beomgyu shakes his head immediately. “No…” His voice is quieter now, as if he's fighting sleep, muffled against your skin. “…Just wanna be here.” And so, you comply.
Nothing like soft whispers, little kisses, gentle touches. A calm, quiet night together. That's what you wanted to give him. Exactly everything he needed.
You guide him towards the couch without saying a word, pulling him down with you. He follows without hesitation, like he belongs there, in your arms, against your warmth, close to your heartbeat right where he should be. Therefore his head finds its place on your chest, tucked right beneath your chin, his body curling into yours like it was made to fit.
Your fingers never stop moving, trailing through his hair, smoothing over his back, his tense shoulders, drawing soft patterns against his skin. He needs this. Needs the quiet, the stillness, the simple feeling of being held without expectation. A real moment of calm, where he can be vulnerable, and not just a break in between schedules.
His breathing progressively slows. His body seems to melt deeper against yours. His hands stay curled into the fabric of your shirt, holding tight onto you even in sleep. And even though he’s always the loudest, always the brightest, always the one making sure everyone else is okay— tonight, he lets himself be small. Tonight, he lets himself be taken care of. And you wouldn’t trade this moment for anything in the world.
Genre/Warnings: smau, suggestive, NSFW, crack, Idk I tried to be funny don't mind me, no warnings.
A/N: I actually had this idea after scrolling too far on insta and ending up on the freaky side of it, with a screen shot of a text saying "Can I stack donuts on it" and I thought it was lowky funny. Also I didn't feel like using my phones emojis so I used emoticons lol.
Anyone knows a nice fake texting app??? because I'm back into my SMAU era (lmao) and I already prepared a TxT scenario for it, I only need to paste the texts now... BUT, I deleted my fake texts App a few months ago and now I can't find it BUT IT WAS SOOO GOOD..... So please if anyone knows a nice one I could use I'd be thankfull ^^
One year ago the Valentines Taehyun fic was posted...Idk why I love that one, I had sm fun writing it. I wanted to do something special for Valentines this year but I didn't have time TT
Hi guys! After a recent conversation I decided that maybe it'd be fun to make a 'permanent' taglist for all my fics!
In the past, I already made taglists for some special fics or events, etc, but I was thinking if anyone would be interested enough to get tagged everytime I post new content?? If yes you can leave a comment or ask!!
(by content I mean short fics, scenarios, Imagines, etc, not my constant little rambles and silly rantings lol)
This also applies to this blog!!! Just different taglists of course, one for TxT posts (on this blog) and One for Ateez posts (on the blog I just reblogged)
Once again PRETTY PLEASE don't leave your blog blank, put on a pfp, a bio/description, or just reblog something but full blank blogs scare me. I've had my blog shadow banned before for spam, and that can be caused by blank blogs interacting too much with you... I either block them or risk getting my blogs shadowbanned again. So please, if you're not a bot just put on a random profile picture this way you won't get accidentally blocked by other writers, yeah?
I wanna write more TxT stuff but moablr seems to be so dead right now TT.... Almost all my mooties left tumblr it's sad.. Also I don't get any interactions here so it's kind of demotivating to post, you know? I'd rather post on my Ateez blog so other people can enjoy my fics, but I still miss writing for my tubatu 😿
People don’t understand the concept of liking two characters’ relationship in multiple contexts. They can be lovers in one setting and just friends in another, their dynamic doesn’t have to be consistent in every piece of art I make.
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