fluff 𐙚 established relationship 𐙚 idol!seungcheol x fem!reader 𐙚 wc: 613
. . . just cheol being cheol (aka him freaking out because of your fever)
natalia’s note: very much self indulgent, i came home with a fever all of a sudden like a week ago, and ever since im in desperate need of choi seungcheol
“i’m not dying, you know?”
“i know,” cheol huffed, and threw what had to be the tenth blanket over you.
“then why are you acting like i’m about to pass away?” you laughed, seeing your boyfriend’s focused expression. according to his logic, if the blankets weren’t all sprawled out properly, you’d freeze to death, and his furrowed dark eyebrows alongside the crease between them showed how serious he was about it.
you could hear him mutter something under his breath. he was always like that when you were sick - too worried, and too overprotective. that’s why sometimes you didn’t even bother telling him you were ill, especially with his busy schedules - you didn’t want to burden him even more (he’d probably strangle you if he heard you calling yourself a burden).
to be honest, you didn’t even have to be sick - the second cheol would notice you acting differently than usual he’d be all over you asking what’s wrong. but while usually you were very grateful for his caring nature, now was not the time. “i’m sorry for being worried about my girlfriend coming home with a fever,” he said, looking offended.
“cheol, baby. it’s just a fever,” you quickly grabbed the pills from his hand to get his attention back on you. “i’m sure it’s not even a proper fever, i’m just feeling a bit under the weather, that’s all. there is no need for you to be worried.”
your “illness” was nothing that a long session of cuddles with him and kkuma couldn’t solve, but it seemed like your boyfriend didn’t share your optimism. “fine, do whatever you want,” he grumbled, his pout on full display, and left the room, leaving you too stunned to speak.
with a loud sigh, you fell back against the stack of pillows cheol fluffed up before forcing you to lay down. of course you didn’t mean to make him think you didn't want his help, you loved how big of a caregiver he was (especially when it came to you), it’s just that unlike him - for you, being sick wasn't the end of the world, and you didn't need him to babysit you.
not wanting to argue, you stood up from the bed with a soft groan, throwing off all the blankets cheol covered you with. you knew it wouldn't be hard to appease him, he wasn't really angry, more disappointed that you were rejecting his help.
you entered the kitchen and immediately saw him cutting up some food, probably preparing dinner. “cheollie,” you said quietly, hoping he would look at you. unfortunately, he stubbornly continued to cut the vegetables. "baby, please, i didn't mean to upset you." you walked around the kitchen island and hugged him from the side, burying your head in his neck.
you saw his pout out of the corner of your eye, so your suspicions that he wasn't actually angry were correct. “i was just worried about you," he finally said after a while, and put the knife down. "there's nothing fun about seeing your girlfriend come home all burning up with fever."
“i know love, i know,” you mumbled, and kissed his bicep, running your hand gently over his tummy. “i really appreciate everything you do, but i’d rather cuddle with you and kkuma. we could watch something, and you’d get to hold me, hm?” you smiled, seeing the corners of his mouth turning up a little. if there was one thing cheol could never decline, it’d be a cuddle session with his girls.
“you’ll take the medicine, though,” he said sternly, kissing your hot forehead. “now get your ass back to bed, i’ll be right back” he added.
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the dress - i.c.
Imogen Cardulo x reader
Imogen finds you getting ready for a night on the town, and makes it clear what she thinks of that idea.
part of my Valentine’s Day celly! 💕 #9: love confession
words: 980
🏷: no book spoilers. reader wears makeup and a dress, but no pronouns used. very mild argument, talk of drinking and hookups, it's mentioned that reader had one (1) shot (I may be sober, but I can still write about drinking!), Imogen calls you sweetheart twice. I cannot believe it took me this long to post something for her! I just wanna be her cute little femme girlfriend so bad bro 😭
You shut the eyeshadow compact, satisfied with your work. It’s been a long time since you’ve bothered to do yourself up like this, and you almost don’t recognize your reflection, but it looks nice.
You hear the door unlock, straightening up.
“Oh, hi Im,” you greet, your cheeks warming. You weren’t expecting to run into her, but you suppose it was inevitable; you do share a bathroom, after all.
She stares at you blankly for a moment, taking you in -- she’s never seen you like this, ever. “What are you wearing?”
“A dress,” you answer, moving in a small circle to show her the full extent of the outfit. “I bought it first year, but I’ve never had a chance to wear it. Do you like it?”
It’s cute, a pretty shade of light blue patterned with tiny white flowers, cap sleeves and a short skirt that flutters as you move, but it's definitely not seasonally appropriate -- it’s very likely going to pour rain tonight, and that thin cotton isn’t going to keep you warm at all, especially when it only extends to your knees. She doesn’t see your flight jacket anywhere, either.
“I do like it. But why are you wearing it?“
You gather up the makeup back into the little bag you keep it in, pulling the drawstring tightly. “Me and the infantry girls I met last week are gonna go into town to hook us some civilians. Wanna come with?”
You stumble a bit as you turn, still unused to the heeled shoes you’d borrowed from your new friend.
Imogen reaches out to steady you, setting a hand on your back. She sniffs the air twice, undoubtedly smelling the shot of whiskey you’d taken earlier -- you hate the stuff, but it does the job, and you can’t really complain about the taste when there’s nothing else available; cadets aren’t supposed to have any alcohol in their rooms.
“I only had one shot,” you defend, seeing the unamused look on her face, “and I’m gonna need one or two to convince myself to go through with this.”
“To go through with what?”
“Y’know…” you gesture aimlessly, embarrassed.
She raises an eyebrow. “No, sweetheart, I don’t. Care to enlighten me?”
“To go out to a tavern and take somebody home. Or to be taken home, I guess, since we can’t have visitors. I’ve never done anything like this before, but there’s a first time for everything, right?” You manage a smile and a nervous laugh.
The anxiety radiating from you is her last straw, but she treads carefully, knowing you’re a little fragile right now. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why not?” you ask, looking genuinely confused.
She can’t take it anymore. “Gods, how naive are you? Do you have any idea how dangerous this plan is? Walking half a mile to town at night in the cold with a group of girls you hardly know, dressed like that, just so you can get drunk and hook up with some stranger who you’ll never see again?”
You take a step back, grateful you don’t stumble again, and cross your arms over your chest in a show of intimidation that doesn’t work at all. “I can protect myself. And you don’t get to tell me what to do, or who to hang out with, and you certainly don’t get to tell me who to fuck. Why do you even care?”
“Because I want you to be safe, and because you’re worth so much more than just a drunk hookup. You deserve someone who actually cares about who you are inside, about your feelings. You’re a good person, and I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
You deflate, looking down at the floor in shame. “You’re right, it was a dumb idea,” you mumble, rubbing your hands over your arms in an attempt to warm yourself up.
“C’mere,” she coaxes.
You step out of the shoes, taking a few steps across the cold tile toward her and letting her wrap her arms around you.
She smells nice.
There’s a moment of still quiet, just the distant sounds of water moving through the pipes.
She rubs a hand over your back. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” she says quietly. “I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you.”
“S’okay,” you mumble, but she isn’t entirely convinced.
“Hey,” she says softly, “you know I love you, right?”
You blink. “What?”
She stiffens and pulls away, realizing what she’s admitted, but it’s too late to take it back. “I’m in love with you,” she repeats. “But if you don’t feel the same, I— mph!”
She squeaks in surprise as you tug her back to you by the collar of her flight jacket, connecting your lips.
You taste like malt liquor and strawberry lip gloss, and it’s intoxicating; she can’t get enough of the thing she’s wanted so badly for the last year.
You pull away for air after a moment, resting your forehead against hers. “I do feel the same, for the record. I’ve been in love with you for months. Tonight was going to be a desperate attempt to get over you, but that’s clearly never gonna happen.”
She smiles. “I’m glad I found you here, then.”
Rain splatters against the frosted window, a downpour starting outside, and you can’t help but laugh -- there’s no way you would have made it all the way to town and back like this; you’d be soaked before you got past the front gates.
“How about I go change into something warmer, and then we can start making up for all that lost time,” you suggest, picking up the shoes and your makeup bag.
“That sounds perfect,” she agrees, giving you another soft kiss. “See you in five minutes?”
You grin at her over your shoulder as you push open the door. “I’ll make it three.”
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This could probably be applied to any character, but im going for A.B.A with this ask;
How would she react to you inquiring about her past? Would she be hesitant to open up, refuse to talk about certain things, etc.
Ooh, I like that. I'll add Baiken here as, I had inspo to write for her too.
-A.B.A would be hesitant to share anything about her past. She would avoid the topic, as long as she could. She would feign ignorance about the key in her head.
"What key?" She would pretend to be unaware of it. Once, you dropped it she sighed in relief. She would tell you, once she felt it was right.
-She may be bit of a freaky goth, but she didn't want to scare you away with her actual freaky past. Being a homunculus and all that. But, at some point your relationship she thought you should know. She sat you down one evening, after a chat with Paracelsus.
-She silently tapped her thumbs together, trying to get her nerves together and start telling about her past. You patiently waited for her to star, giving her room to breath and think. She let out a long sigh, as if she had been holding her breath.
"I... I am a homunculus..." She pointed at the key in her head. "This key.. Is just a daily reminder of it. It is a part of me. I was made in a lab. Not, like you. In the traditional sense..." She was silent, avoiding your gaze. She got up, ready to leave. But, before she could leave you grabbed her wrist.
"Alright... I still love and want to be with you. To me... You're A.B.A. Not some freak of nature." You smiled gently. She smiled widely, before she leapt at you, wrapping her arms around you. Her hug was tight enough, to make your back crack.
"A.B.A too tight..." You whimpered out. She loosened the hug little bit, but not enough for you to slip out. She was keeping you close to her.
-Baiken wouldn't talk about her past, unless she trusted you enough. If, even than. She kept silent about her past. She knew you were curious about it, it was written your face the very first time you met. When you asked about it, she glared at you. You dropped the topic after that, not pushing it any further.
-You were aware of her disabilities, how couldn't you? She was far too proud to even ask you for help with them. When you help her with daily tasks, without her asking she is grateful. But, as your relationship and trust got deeper she started to consider telling you.
-It was a calm evening, moon shining to the balcony, where Baiken was smoking. You entered the balcony with some drinks. She turned to you.
"Sit." She said shortly and firmly. When you sat down on the bench, she blew the smoke out, watching how it disappeared into the night. She didn't turn to look at you, but she spoke loudly enough, so she was sure you heard her.
"You asked this long ago, what happened to me. It was a gear attack, by That man. This happened years ago, when I was a child. I don't like to talk about. That's the story, short and simple." She gazed at you, waiting for your reply. She took a puff, as you pondered what she had said. Finally, you nodded to her. You placed your hand to her shoulder.
"Well, you're stronger than I ever could be. You went on to become this strong woman... Yet, bit feisty." She punched your shoulder.
"Jackass." She smirked at you.
"Love you too." You smirked back at her. Rest of the evening was spent, gazing into the night just enjoying the presence of each other.
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In the euphoria of it being Friday and getting to leave work early and go home and play bg3, I had forgotten the absolute most horrifying thing my father said to me this morning
"you're starting to sound a lot like your mother" and given my parents marriage this has the added implication of (derogatory)
I'm just ???? HELL IM IN HELL?? I am 27 how tf is my voice apparently changing, is this puberty part 2??? Like? Is it not enough that all my mother's relatives think I'm her spitting image and CONSTANTLY remind me of that fact (but ofc still retain a few distinctive features of my father like forehead/eyebrows/mouth so I can't even escape either of them in the mirror)
But no now I also apparently have to SOUND like her??? Y'know the voice in my head that fuels so much of my self loathing? As if I already didn't hate my voice because I spent my childhood being told to be quiet because I was annoying, being told my voice was grating in its pitch and intensity, etc etc etc + PLUS hating it for Gender Reasons???
Can we give a bitch a break. For once.
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i think every university student who has a job and studies at the same time deserves everything they want forever actually
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i hope ryan gosling has the best birthday ever 🥺🥺💙💙💙
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ok ok so you know how my life has majorly revolved around my pain since july & how that has been extremely difficult :) well lately I find myself getting up later than I want to & making my bed as badly as I possibly can & getting out of the house after noon when I planned to get out in the morning & walking to the library when it’s sunny & sitting there for hours & the whole time I’m most concerned with writing & that it’s incredible what I’m doing, it’s a little paradise
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Sorry to keep throwing Miscellaneous Asks your way, but I finally had a moment to get my thoughts in order on one of the points on your Venn diagram I wanted to talk about! I always kind of debate whether or not to send other, semi-unrelated long asks like this when we've already got a chain going, but oh well. I'll try and address anything brought up in response here in the main one and hopefully it doesn't get confusing lol.
So I was thinking about the extent of Jo and Arakawa's relationship. It is completely true there's not much you can say that's concrete, especially since most of what we see is from Jo's perspective. Although his perspective is crucial to forming an understanding of their relationship, it's not sufficient. This is particularly the case because, coming back to giri-ninjo for a moment, Jo is largely bound by giri; it's clear his loyalty runs deep, but it's not a choice for him.
Arakawa, on the other hand, can choose who he places his trust in, especially early on. And I think it's incredibly important that, despite having men who've already been with him from day 1, men who've already been helping him with his son, Arakawa chooses to "place every confidence" in Jo (per an old Famitsu profile, one of the first official ones) and chooses to make Jo his captain.
Similarly, he kind of chooses Jo "over" Ichi in sending Ichi to prison "instead of" Jo. Perhaps the family really would collapse without Jo's talents, but… does it have to collapse entirely? Didn't Arakawa make it pretty far on his own? I guess it's neither here nor there, but I've always wondered if things would've really played out as feared if Jo went to prison instead. Not to understate Jo's role in the family, of course.
Anyway, I think that trust shows not only in overt gestures such as entrusting Masato and the family's finances to Jo, but also in more subtle behind-the-scenes ways, such as what we were talking about before with regard to New Year's 2001. There's also the fact that leaking information to Aoki was Jo's idea; for that to be the case, Arakawa would have to discuss Aoki's threats at length with Jo. (Unrelated, but come to think of it, "complying with him [to] make him see value in keeping us around" is very often the strategy of victims of abuse and neglect…)
And this one's an underrated detail many people miss, but after Arakawa shot Ichi, while he was able to come up to Ichi to tell him he's counting on him and sneak in the fake bill, if the goal was to not arouse suspicion, I don't think he would exactly have been able to excuse himself from the dinner to drive Ichi to Yokohama. Time was of the essence in terms of Ichi's survival, so that leaves Jo, who was conveniently already at the scene and who was certainly in on the "secret rule" that constitutes part of the Arakawa Family's agreement with the homeless camp. Overall, there is a pattern of Arakawa approaching Jo before anyone else, isn't there?
Sort of branching off of that, I would personally feel comfortable saying that Jo knows Arakawa better than anyone else. He seems to know details about Akane and New Year's 1976 no one else does, details Arakawa would have had to volunteer himself, and that plus his own experiences are what allow him alone to have the most complete picture of that night.
I also get the impression Jo understands Arakawa better as a person than anyone else--certainly better than Aoki, but perhaps even better than Ichi in some cases. There are multiple instances where he defends Arakawa and challenges their perceptions of him--that he's "betrayed" the Tojo Clan, that he's betrayed Aoki, that he's the type to scheme and make power-plays behind Aoki's back. He hasn't. And, despite how little Jo's "allowed" to say, he turns out to be right every time. Also worth noting Arakawa does something similar in asking Ichi to try and understand Jo's frustrations, though he's more or less enabling Jo's abuse in doing so.
Lastly, The Smallest Detail that drives me kind of insane. Them arriving at the office in the back seat of the same car in one of Ichi's flashbacks. I wouldn't think too much of it if it were any other time of day, but the first-thing-in-the-morning quality and the fact Jo isn't driving (thus it's not as an act of service but as an equal) is like… Okay. You're carpooling to work. And if you're not carpooling, you're honest-to-god living together. What the hell.
So a lot of it is this web of inferences--it has to be, at least currently--but I really do think there's a lot to chew on. More than meets the eye, anyway. I've also been stewing in all of this for years, especially since drafting Jo's relationships section, so I might just have inhaled the fumes for too long lol
Thank you for coming to me about the nature of their relationship! Although I did put it down as being more-or-less 'uncertain' on my chart, I do agree that their relationship isn't as cut-and-dry as other relationships might be (it's going back to appreciating the complexities of RGG relationships, especially in the case of the Arakawa's where for every party involved it really IS complicated)
I wanted to exclude making any definitive statements on things that couldn't be verified without making a detour on the original post (I know I already mentioned frequently that Arakawa is able to joke about Jo being 'softer' on Masato, but I do think about their relationship often and the implied depth of Jo's loyalty if- as you said- he was able to climb through the ranks of the Arakawa family much quicker than preexisting members), but there are clear points in the game that due allude to a great trust between the two (and I also note that carpooling detail during Ichi's flashback- or at the very least I know I'd find myself noticing Jo sitting in the back opposed to the front/driving). It's definitely not hard to assert that Jo knows Arakawa well either, it's hard not to come to that conclusion when we have evidence from the game to infer that.
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ok i don't know WHAT kind of brain fart I had but I've been thinking today marks 6 months since I started shipping with Bob... IT'S NOT SIX DLSKJFKSF IT'S EIGHT 😳😳😳 8 MONTHS!!!
so today i learned i don't know how to count but idec bc it's my 8 month bobiversarry lol ❤️
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Has your love for the wmmap characters affected your personal life in any way? for example, has your love for athy made you like the color pink and roses more or something like that?
In my case, I name my pet Athy 🤣 the manhwa has made me like that nickname a lot, I also like "Lilian" or "Diana" more (well, Diana I've liked since Princess Diana and the Goddess. "Jennette" always I hated it for personal reasons and I still think it's a very ugly sounding name and not to mention Penelope sorry but in latam these names are vey ugly)
Athanasia sounds like Anastasia so i like it too.
Hmmm, that's a good question. I've read people say that wmmap has inspired them to connect with their families and develop healthier relationships. As for me, off the top of my head...
Well, for starters, thanks to wmmap I have made a lot of friends, something I'm really grateful for! A lot of cool stuff has happened because of that. It also has made me spend a lot of money lmao. A small price for Athy.
Oh, I picked up writing after literal years! (At a very, very slow pace. Life is very, very busy. But even so!) I truly love writing and reading, so that has been really rewarding.
I've always liked pink and blonde characters though, so that's nothing new lmao. If anything, Athy is just my type of character, in a lot of senses.
Ah. Sometimes I accidently call my cat "Lucas" when he is up to no good. If I ever adopt another cat, I should name him Lucas...
And not exactly what you were asking but, unsurprisingly, I have Athy as my phone's wallpaper, and every single person that sees her says she is really cute. Athy is objectively the most beautiful being to ever exist, after all.
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its an eternal wonder i dont have ships here considering akiras my single muse who doesnt mind romance. like i know exactly why (i smash ppl into the friend category faster than lightning) but theres something comedic about it
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i have to admit its kinda crazy being involved in fandoms again since the last time ive really been involved in a fandom was during my steven universe days
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i’ve really been an army for over six years huh. i’ve been an army for almost a third of my life
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i just wanted to let you know how much i love your meta on this campaign, especially on imogen!! (my beloved) i’ve been seeing some negative takes on her lately, same old stuff with people ‘calling out’ how invasive and rude it is for to continue to use her telepathy on npcs without their consent and other nitpicky things? (to me there’s a weird line to draw since it’s quite literally one of the main ‘features’ that imogen has and if laura didn’t utilize it it’d be a bit of a waste imo but anyways-) imogen in general is just such a cool character to get into and analyze and your takes on her are always 👌✨✨
i appreciate that! thanks :)
i will say though, that for that particular telepathy take, i don't really disagree that there's an... maybe not invasive, but like. non innocuous nature to it? I do think that the way Imogen deals with psychic communication and voices in her head and like. Her entire concept of mental privacy is probably pretty informed as a result of. The Events Of Her Life. That said- she seems very aware of the unease and fear it can strike up in people, and, she uses it very effectively for intimidation effect and gaining the upper hand in certain interactions. That awareness- and willingness to use it- I think shines a light on a really interesting and integral aspect of her characterization. Slightly terrifying (affectionate).
I think on a more general note though, about people doing "callouts" or etc and the phrasing of like. rude, or, lbr moral judgements of her character overall. i. okay. i'll say first that I think sometimes people just don't. vibe with, or like certain characters and thats fine. (and good! I think its a good sign when there are characters with traits not universally positive that still feel very human and understandable and sympathetic). I also agree that it can also be frustrating to feel like someone is doing an. uncharitable, or erroneous read of a character you like due to pre-existing distaste. I've made my life easier by thinking of it as the other side of the coin where folks favouring a particular character bleeds into their assessments and assumptions about things.
But if its really weighing on you, blocking is always an option, and doesn't hurt anyone! Curating your own fandom experience is good- i think its valuable to see posts and follow people who don't always agree with you, but you're not under a moral obligation to keep seeing the posts of people who just have different (fandom) opinions and are actually upsetting you.
But yes. I do love analyzing Imogen- I love approaching all characters from the lens of trying to understand why they do whatever they do, and Imogen tends to land in a sweet spot for me where my indulgent expectations for her behaviour tend to pan out surprisingly often, and what she does feels right for where she's at. Even if I don't agree with it, even if its not a "good" thing (by whatever subjective measure). Its very satisfying! She's a complex character for sure. Its very fun.
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infuriated outraged upset boss in the building on a saturday . at the DESK on a saturday. observed and overseen . in the panopticon and i dont even have a little coffee drink
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