#it’s very approchable

[sillysiluriforme]

Ive been trying to find the right way to describe the horror you portray and its existentialist. Its very human.

Oh thank you that’s very high praise!! I like tragic horror and it tends to fall in that category more often than not

[charliewrites99]

There has been a lot of debate about this and I want to offer my two cents so to say:

13 and Foreman are House's favourites. Undeniable.

Chase is the most like House which is the exact reason Chase was never and would never have become House's favourite.

You can't like a person you see yourself in if you don't like yourself.

[landofanimes]

I want to change the world Without letting go of my hand Accept that I am watching over you And I'm sure you can do anything

Change my mind I won't let you be alone Everyone is here We'll break through whatever may happen It's wonderland

[castleinthemist]

i'm always tempted to put together a games rec list but everytime i sit down to start doing it i'm like 'i do not know enough games for this' i need to play more shit it's not enough for me

[dangerousskeletoncoptree]

So be honest… if someone gave you 1 Bitcoin today, would you hold it, trade it, or cash out immediately?

id tell them to go to hell and delete the bitcoin's data off my goddamn drive

+ blocked

[marcogiovenale]

"after words: visual and experimental poetry in little mags and small presses, 1960-2025": exhibition and book

After Words: Visual and Experimental Poetry in Little Magazines and Small Presses, 1960-2025, (catalogue and exhibition), Curated by Steve Clay and M. C. Kinniburgh of Granary Press, The Grolier Club, New York, NY, April 23 – July 26, 2025 [from garadinervi & Granary Books] Clay, Steve and M.C. Kinniburgh: AFTER WORDS: VISUAL AND EXPERIMENTAL POETRY IN LITTLE MAGAZINES AND SMALL PRESSES,…

[nuntia]

Me (literally) when they say Ghost doesn't have good music

Be careful, I can fly to your ear and help you do what you should have already done: stop listening to Ghost if you don't like...The only problem is that you may stop listening to everything else too

[yuvany]

"MS.UGLY DUCKLING" ft SIM JAKE

SYNOPSIS : growing up "ugly" was not for the weak. Being absolutely ignored both in and outside of school was not for the weak. No one is ever ugly forever though. Changing schools and meeting new people, but most importantly meeting him might have been the best choice you've ever made in a very, very long time.

CONTENT WARNINGS : angst (with a happy ending) + bullying + insecurities + strangers to friends + friends to lovers + written in second perspective + self deprication + fluff + long + little rushed + partially proofread

ACTORS : ENHYPEN JAKE x FEMALE READER

WORD COUNT : ~ 4k

CHECK BOX !!

i. "WHY WON'T THEY EVER PLAY WITH ME," you asked your mother after returning home from a long and harsh first day of school. Your hair looked a mess, and dirt was scattered across your clothes, yet your voice sounded like childish innocence and pure wonder. Maybe it was too much for such a young child to realise that her newly made friends maybe weren't actually her friends?

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"I'm sure they didn't mean to?" She replied, her voice sounding soft and vulnurable, feeling like she was responsible for the sorrows and grief that her child had been put through, since she was the one who had bought you into this world. Instead of confronting the problem, she told her child that the world wasn't as evil as it seemed, that thinking on the bright side, or the possibilities, were the correct way to live life.

Eight-year-old girl walked up the stairs with heavy weights glued beneath her feet after dinner was finished. You threw yourself onto your bed that was neatly made in the morning before you went to school happily, just to come home opposite of the way you left. The softness of the pillow and blanket laying on your bed was enough to comfort you as you buried your face deep into it and wrapping the blanket around you tightly. You wished for friends, and you wished to be happy, but most of all, you wanted to be like everybody else.

ii. ONE MORE DAY at school, the daily mistreatment never seeming to come to a halt. You walked through the corridors anxiously holding onto the straps of your backback tightly with your pair of eyes wandering all over the place in case of danger. This was certainly not nessecary for a child your age, but when nobody chooses to help, you've got to start taking care of yourself.

Maybe it was your nerves that made it feel as if everyone's eyes were on you, but their mouths would open to release a fit of laughter that they had held in until specifically you walked past them. You crossed your arms, feeling extra aware of yourself now, guessing that they were laughing and giggling at you, which you didn't appreciate, but you were also too insecure and scared to speak up against them.

You reached your locker, looking forward to being able to collect your throught, away from everyone else, the locker shielding you away from their piercing gazes and judgemental stares and whispers. As you look up from your shoes, you see piles of gum stuck onto your locker, the gum being pressed onto the metal aggressively by the people you wished you didn't see. It was them; the popular girls of the school, and few of many people who seemed to despise you. They saw you standing there, shooting you an all too familiar look before walking away with their hips swaying from side to side dramatically.

You approched your locker to finally see what they were doing up close, "UGLY!" it read. You felt embarrased imagining all the people who passed by and saw this. Did they laugh? Did they feel bad for you? What did they think? You wanted to run away and hide in a deep hole you'd dig up with all the stored up shame inside of you.

iii. "MOM, DO YOU THINK I'M PRETTY?" You asked your mother once more, years after the first, but soon to the recent encounter. "I think you're very pretty." She says, but your gut tells you another story. "Really?" You ask, awaiting her response that takes a long while before she hums lowly. That just confirms it, she wasn't being honest. "Thanks," you say, with no emotion in your tone. She looks away and eats her dinner quietly.

You quickly finish yours, and wash it in the faucet, the soap bubbling up and covering your fingers as you scrub and rub the plate, utensils and glass that you used. After finishing that up, you return to your room, locking it behind you. You hid under the covers for a while until it got too suffocating and warm, leaving you itchy and irriatted before sliding out and standing in front of the mirror. You inspected every inch and detail of your face, feeling not so content with some parts. You sighed at your reflection that looked back at you with tired, red eyes. At just fourteen years old, you began caring about how you looked, and how others precieved you, so you took matters into your own hands. That night, you stayed up all night searching for 'how to be prettier' and scrolled endlessly through social media.

The next day, you had decided to get a new hair cut to maybe fix the way you looked, you knew excatly what you wanted, and how to cut it. Before anyone else woke up, even before the first birds chirped their morning tune, you made your way to the bathroom and grabbed a pair of scissors in your grasp. You carefully cut strand for strand, the same way you remebered how the video showed. "It doesn't look too bad." You think to yourself, and then you hear footsteps outside the door. Your eyes quickly scanned the hair that layed on the tiled floor and faucet, wondering what to do with it.

Too late. The door slowly swung open and in came your mom. She was silent upon seeing the scene, the horror only showing in her eyes. "What happened here?" She asked like a sharp whisper. "I just cut my hair..." You reply equally quiet. You see her shake her head in disappointment, so you turn your head down, looking at all the hair that had been flying everywhere while you had fun cutting your hair, and suddenly you weren't as proud of your hair cut like you were before. "Go get the broom, y/n." You obeyed your mother's order and hurried out of the bathroom feeling tears of embarrassment reaching your eyes.

iv. YOU STARTED WEARING MAKE UP to cover up, but to everyone else, you told them that you wore make up becase you thought it looked pretty. Still, they'd give weird glances toward each others, which you knew was their way of judging you.

Each morning, you woke up early to sit in front of your mirror examining your appearance like you always did. Hoping and praying to somehow change over night, you hated how your features looked together. You opened the drawer of your vanity and picked up sponges and brushes, leaving them aside for later use while you chose the different essintials. You had prepared the whole summer break to look pretty. Every day, you followed a new tutorial, improving as you continued. You did all this to look presentable at school.

You thinly spread the foundation across your face, dabbing the liquid evenly all over as you moved onto the next step. You sat there for a long time, perfecting each detail and mole, brushing your brows and coating your eyelashes with mascara, and lastly smacking your lips together after applying lipstick.

You stood in front of your larger mirror that you had ignored and hidden away since you never wanted to see yourself ever, but now you felt prepared. In your eyes you looked prettier. You wore your hair differently, you had earrings and necklaces, the school uniform from last year looking a lot better than you remembered. The confidence boost put a smile on your face as you made your way downstairs and made yourself breakfast.

In the kitchen, your mum was sipping her coffee calmly, but as she saw you walk in, her eyes widened in shock, but she didn't say anything. "Good morning!" You greeted happily, and she waved her hand slowly, still trying to process what was happening. "You look different." She comments, and you are content with that reply, and answer, "Thank you, mum!" You proceed to eat your breakfast and then made your way to school.

At shcool, you felt everyone's eyes hooked on your face. The corridors got quiet when you walked by, and you heard murmurs and whispers about you, "Is that really y/n?" "No way..." "What happened." You didn't know what context to put it in and just walked with hurry in your steps, wanting to get to your class and focus on your studies.

Lunch also happened to be no different compared to before your make over, the group of three girls made their way to your table, cackling amongst themselves, planning what to do today. You, who already finshed your lunch stood up to walk away, not wanting to have an encounter with them, until one of them, the blonde barbie, knocked into you with her lunch tray, spilling her food and drink all over you. "oops!" he chuckled cheerily, enjoying the laughs and fingers pointed at you from around her in the cafeteria. You angrily stood up and rushed over to the bathroom, feeling embarrassed once again.

v. "I WANT TO CHANGE SCHOOLS." You say to your mother after a long while of thinking, fearing that you might make the wrong decision, but what could possibly go worse than how it already is? Your mother is sneering at you from the side as she puts down the bags of groceries by the sink. She hums, and you wait for her reply, feeling your heart beat through your ribs, beating so hard that you start belive it'd jump out of your body any second. To be fair, you'd rather for that to happen than to be rejected of this preposition. "Are you sure?" She asks with uncertainty in her voice after silence, and you nod your head, "Of course." "Think about it for a little more, and then we can ask your father when he returns home." She says and walks away. How much longer could you ponder it when you're already certain.

You help her organise the groceries, washing them in the sink to sterilise it of bacteria before placing it in either the fridge or freezer and taking your sweet time, not knowing what else to do other than lay in your bed or be on your phone scrolling through social media.

So, that's exactly what you did for the past hour or so after your chores.

Of course it was boring, but you had nothing else to do. Homework was done, your room was clean and you could only wait for dinner with your father. You heard the sound of the stove from your room, and rushed down to help prepare with your mother. You plated the dinner table, helped your mum with the dishes and washed them afterwards, now you waited in your seat for your father to arrive home from work.

You hear the door slide open, the sound of keys jiggling from the entrance. You sit straight in your seat, resembling a meerkat on its legs as you inspect the person who enters the kitchen. Your father walks in with his coat still slung over his shoulders, his briefcase slamming onto the kitchen counter while he sighs. "Hello, dad!" You greet him cheerfully, and he simply nods his head in your direction. Your mum rose from her seat to help him with his jacket and hat, but he just shrugs her off, and you notice both of their irritated moods.

Dinner was quiet - the sound of utenstils hitting each other and then being left on the plates filled the house. "y/n wanted to ask something." Your mum blurts out, wanting something to happen, being too awkward in this stale atmosphere. You see him look at you from the corner of your eye and he clears his thoat. "Really? What is it?" He asks, and you manage to utter the same statement from before. It takes a moment before you get a reply again, but he says, "I'll think about it." You pleaded with both your parents to let you change schools until they finally caved in with an extended sigh.

vi. YOU WALKED INTO THE FULL CLASSROOM feeling everyone's eyes glued on you, the feeling being vagualy familiar yet different. Some leaned over to their friend, whispering something, but as you saw them and they made eye contact with you, you wanted to shove yourself inside a locker. "Everyone, this new student ..." You zoned out her speaking until she placed her palm on your shoulder and asked you to intruduse yourself to everyone. "Hello, I am y/n l/n, and I really hope we can all be friendly," You said, and then walked over to the empty seat that the teacher pointed at.

As you take a seat, you take extra notice of your bench mate. Oh, how beautiful she was, her hair looked neat, her skin looked perfect and her eyes... You finally took a seat and did what everyone else did - copying what the teacher wrote. After class, you observed your schedule, confused by where to go. This school was big, and you were a new student who just joined, there was no way you could ask anyone else for help except the teachers, but the one in you room had already left. The girl from beside you tapped you on the shoulder and you turned your head curiously.

"Do you need any help?" She asked, and you nodded. "Help would be appreciated, thanks."

You spent the day with her, laughing and talking like never before. It was comforting to have someone like her beside you. At the end of school, she walked you outside of school and there you saw a group of other people gathered, and they waved in your direction. You turned to see your newly made friend, Yoona, waving back. Her pace quickened as she rushed over to the group, pulling you along by the sleeve of your uniform when she noticed you standing still.

It was a fairly small gang, but they still stared at you as you arrived. They all greeted each other, hugging and chatting till Yoona introduced you to the rest. Her voice sounding so smooth.

As she spoke, you noticed this guy. His hair was long and swept in waves, his eyes soft and brown filled with warmth and kidness. You learnt that his name was Jake from your friend's introduction. "Y/n, wanna come to karaoke with us?" She asked, and you shook your head. "Sorry Yoona, but I gotta head home now" you say, not wanting to interrupt the harmony established amongst the people. She nodded understandingly and let you go, waving her farewell.

On your way home you realised you had made a new friend. A real one at that, but thoughts of insecurities snaked its way into your mind. What if she was just being kind? To say that this could possibly be one of many occurrence was high, and the possibility that you'd fit in was low.

vii. YOU FOUND YOURSELF IN THE PARK with them. You've come to the realisation that a new start was exactly what you needed. Your feet swung you back and forth on the swing, hearing the laughter of everyone around you and feeling the warmth in your heart expand. You had gotten close to everyone, but Jake seemed to have a special place in your heart for some reason.

"Anyone wanna go to the arcade?" Someone called out, and everyone said yes, including you who never went along with them. On the way there, you walked along side Jake, chatting with him and joking. "So what made you change schools so suddenly." He questioned, and you shook your head with an awkward chuckle, "Nothing, I just wanted to." Jake had this friendly smirk on his face as he nudged his shoulder against yours, "you can't be serious. You probably had a lot of friends there." You had your eyes focused on the road as you tried to comply a decent reply. "I mean-" as you were about to answer, everyone had already arrived at the arcade. You found this to be the perfect escape.

Everyone rushed inside, being bombarded with games and bright lights. Almost immediately, you spotted the claw machines. You eyed it like it was candy. There were many plushies, but you really really wanted the bunny one. Jake who was close by saw the way your eyes lit up and approached you with his hands in his pocket. "If you beat me in any game, I'll get you that plushie." He says, and you turn to look up at, his lips being extremely close to your face. "Are you sure you wanna bet?" You asked and he nodded his head, "Go ahead, choose a game." You pointed at an air hockey board and Jake ushered you over there with his palm resting on your shoulder.

You played a couple of games, and you were determined to win. Jake, not so much. His eyes roamed everywhere except for the hockey puck, his eyes landed on your concentrated face a handful of times, observing your reaction to each goal. You easily won and rushed over to his side, cheering. Your smiles were contagious, and Jake laughed, exposing his pearly teeth. "You wanted that white bunny, right?" He asked, and you nodded. "You could get whichever one, really." He made his way to the machine, you standing beside him. Jake kissed his coin before inerting it into the machine. It took him many tries before he sighed and collected his calm once more. "You don't really need to continue, Jake." You tell him, but she shakes his head and stretches his arms and back. "I'll get it this time. I might need more luck though." You see him point at his cheek with a smug smile. "That's silly." You reply sarcastically and he pleads with you giving you the puppy eyes before caving in. You stand on your toes and quickly peck him on the cheek shyly. Your heart was pounding and you could feel your cheeks turn rosy at the act.

He winks at you once before turning to the machine with one last try. His focus is evident in his fierceful gaze and you also hope for him to win this time, mostly becuase you start to feel bad for all the coins he's lost.

While being consumed by your own thoughts, Jake celebrated his win. He turned around to hand you the bunny, but saw you spacing out. He snapped his fingers in you face and you shook you back into reality. You finally processed the fact that he had won after staring at the plush in his arms. Jake gently hands it to you and you take it with a smile. "Woah! Thank you so much!" You thank him over all the other people's conversations around you two.

The rest of the evening was spent with silent glances that held adoration between the two of you. and eventually, it was time to go home. You all gathered outside the arcade to wave each other off before going their separate ways.

You notice that Jake was taking the same way as you and you stopped in your tracks to let him catch up to you. "Do you also take this way?" You asked him. "Kind of, I actually wanted to walk you home." He rubbed the back of his neck before you two began walking again. "You could've told me before, you almost looked like a creep." Jake chuckled at your remark and said, "I would've, but I guess I got shy." with his thick accent seeping through.

The sound of crickets and owls hooting filled in the silence during the short walk to your front door step. "Thanks for walking me home, Jake." You say as you search for your keys in your purse. He was silent for a while as you unlocked your door. "Y/n, I have something to ask you." You turned to him curiously and arched an eyebrow. He was obviously nervous as you saw him fidgeting with his own fingers and clearing his throat over and over again to muster up the courage to ask,

viii. "WILL YOU GO TO PROM WITH ME, Y/N?" It had totally slipped your mind that prom was soon. You stood there wide eyed at the question. "You're not joking with me right." You wonder if he's pranking you, but he shakes his head. "Why would I joke with a pretty girl like you." His tone sounds genuine, but you still can't shake this feeling of uncertainty. "There's many other people you could've asked, but instead you chose me." The identical feeling of hopelessness returned after finally being chased away. "Becuase I only want you. Y/n, please." It takes a while for you to open your mouth an reply, but you feel the cold sweat coat your hairline and seeing Jake's soft expression was not helping you to calm down.

"I need to think about it, sorry."

You take notice of how Jake's expression turns dark when you shut the door and lock it behind you. You rush up the stairs and sprint into your room, ignoring your mother's calls. The plushy you had gotten from Jake was thrown onto your bed as you hurry to look out the window, observing him walk away from you. To your surprise, you see him look back at your house. Hurriedly, you pull out a diary that you had hidden under your mattress and write about everything, it isn't until after you're done taking notes that you feel bad for Jake. How must he feel?

You take a look at the plush he gifted you, and groan at the dilemma.

ix. THE NEXT DAY at school you searched for Jake everywhere, but you never saw him. Your mood visibly worsened as the day had come to an end without seeing him once. Yoona took notice of this and decided to question you. "Is everything okay?" She asked you and you nodded your head with a hum. "Yoona, have you seen Jake today?" She shakes her head and pulls out her phone. "He sent me a text this morning that he wouldn't come today since he felt under the weather. Why?" "Nothing, just wondering." You quickly blubber, grabbing your stuff quickly. "Hey, what's the rush? Wait for me alright." You hear Yoona chuckle as she packs her stuff. You apologise and wait for her.

You two part ways at the split road with a hug, and you gradually start to jog your way to his place. You stand there on his door step, bag slung over your shoulder with your fingers twisting the hem of your skirt. "Is it too late to turn around?", you think you to yourself. You shake away these thoughts, and raise your curled up fist to knock, but to your surprise, Jake opened the door, his eyes looked equally as shocked as yours. "Uhm, so I wanted to talk to you." You utter, and see Jake sigh. "Sure, I'm going on a walk if you wanna follow along." You nod and walk behind him.

"So, I've been thinking." His interest perks, and he glances your way. "I'll go to prom with you, but I don't understand why me? I'm not pretty. I'm not that ....good." You voice comes out weak, and Jake stops walking. "Don't say that. Not only are you incredibly beautiful, but you're also so, so kind and caring." He approaches you, his hand gliding up your cheek. "Are you not angry at me?" You ask, trying to avoid his eyes. "Angry? At you? That's ridiculous." He scoffs playfully, and you finally get the courage to look him in the eyes. "I might've been slightly upset since I thought you rejected me, but i guess I have a date for prom!" He smiles brightly and you look at him awestruck. "Of course," you reply and kiss him on the cheek once again with your arms swung around his neck, and his arms instinctively wrap around your waist. "You make me so happy." He is smiling widely as he pecks your face with butterfly kisses.

TAGLIST :: @swaivy

[jensthwa]

woo's interlude: a pool party for starved hearts (jwy x reader).

part of the love's an uncharted path universe ★.

SUMMARY:

summer parties are boring but thankfully your life has been full of surprises and fun since you met wooyoung. even if you can't call him yours, and you're not so sure that's what you want anyways, he sure knows how to make your fall for his schemes in way no other... friend? has before. it must be the summer heat and definitely not the love that's been brewing in your heart for him, right?

PAIRING: wooyoung x afab!reader.

GENRE: full on situationship at this point in the timeline of gosh.

WORD COUNT: 8.2k (wow i kept it short and not-so-sweet this time)

WARNINGS: SMUT ☽ (MINORS DNI), attempt !!! at comedy, reader uses femenine pronouns and has fem body parts, a little drinking, dirty talk, makeouts, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (guy pls do better and wrap it up), semi-public sex, shower sex, exhibitionism kink (risk of being overheard or seen by san i'm so sorry san your friend is a freak), teasing, a little bit of praise kink if you squint, situationship behavior (scariest warning of all).

NOTES: wanted to give you guys a summer one shot since fall is soon approching and also figured the series needs an interlude by now, considering the only stories left to write are hongjoong's, jongho's and wooyoungs full story which will tie everything together at the end. there's a lot of things here that only make sense if you read the other stories first but if you ignore them it can be read as a separate thing lol, if not you can always check WOO'S PRELUDE to find out how it all started. the timeline for this story is right in between yunho's and yeosang's, in those months before yeosang's reader went away. this is 100% self indulgent, as all fics should be, and i think i've re-read it so many times that if you find a typo or something that just doesn't make sense, you can blame it on english not being my first language i guess lmao. i hope you enjoy it and if you do feel free to send to my askbox/reblog/type in any feedback or thoughts! <3

POSTED: 08/09/2025

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masterlist / woo's prelude.

House parties are so boring, especially in the summer time. 

You don't get to dress up (because it's too hot to do so), you don't get to do anything but sweat and hope the cold drink on your hand and the water that splashes by your feet every time someone decides to cannonball into the pool are worth it. 

August truly is the worst month to step outside but you started a new job and your coworkers invited you even though it is not even their house. 

You discovered, very late, as in just five minutes ago, that you might know the host of the party better than any of your coworkers do. 

Hooking up with one of the host’s best friends will do that. The thing is, the host doesn't know who you are at all. They introduced you both when you got the house, briefly, and his face rang a bell which tune you could only identify when you saw Gyuri in the corner of the pool area, frowning at something San said. 

You know all their names but they don't know who you are at all. 

So now you're fidgeting in your spot and avoiding looking over their group too much as you wait for Wooyoung to walk in because you know he's walking in any minute. 

Maybe you should just leave before that happens. 

The fear of being alienated by people you'll possibly need to ask a favor or two at your workspace keeps you right where you stand, though. For over an hour, too. 

An hour you use to make small talk, nod, smile and finally go for a swim as your glancing at the door through the huge glass separating the pool space and one of the living rooms of this huge house becomes more and more obvious. 

Now, it probably just looks like you want to leave, which you do, but the last thing you want to come off as is rude.

It's truly wonderful how much you can know about someone without actually personally knowing their circle at all or what they do when they're not with you. It's not like you ask Wooyoung and it is not like he asks you but if there's one thing he can't do is shut up about the people he loves. 

You found that endearing at first. Now, you regret knowing their inner jokes and all the secrets you're not supposed to in the first place. 

Like, you know Yeosang is not in this house right now because he's probably hanging out with that girl he's been talking to for months. Wooyoung told you he swears they're just friends and now that the down period in between graduation and actually starting jobs begun (one you didn't get to experience since you got hired straight away after your internship, lucky you) and this girl has to leave the country to chase her dreams somewhere else, the only thing they do is spend time with each other. 

Yay, Yeosang, you actually got an excuse to not come to the party, you think. 

And so when Wooyoung walks in and you walk to your coworkers, dripping wet and shaking a little, you decide that now is your time to leave. 

“Oh, let me introduce you to my coworker, she…” 

As you're picking up your bag, the worst thing happens: networking. 

Networking with a rich girl who probably knows nothing about your actual job, but networking nonetheless. 

You shake her hand with a smile, you feel eyes on the back of your neck the entire time your coworker talks about basic concepts of environmental engineering that are probably boring her. Damn, the concepts are boring you and you studied them voluntarily for years. 

When it gets too unbearable and you’re sweating, partly because of the heat, you excuse yourself and tell them you have a dinner later that day that you can’t miss. 

And it’s true, you can’t miss saturday dinners. 

You tell them that you’ll see them Monday, that you’re very grateful for the invite, that you had an amazing time and then you fully leave the pool area with a towel around you. Yunho said that you could use any downstairs bathroom, because apparently there’s multiple, and you’re about to when a hand closes around your wrist. 

You can recognize Wooyoung’s touch, the weight of his hand on your skin, anywhere. In the greatest way, too. It’s enough to bring goosebumps to your already cold skin and when you turn to him, he’s staring at you like he can’t believe you’re actually there. 

“Hey,” you say in a whisper, too afraid that someone is going to listen. To pay attention to the both of you.

“Where are you going?” 

Not what you’re doing here. No, Wooyoung would never ask you that but you know damn well that’s the real question behind his words. 

So you play along. 

“The bathroom.” 

He nods like it’s a big piece of information and you raise your eyebrow, a smile breaking through your nerves but you still look around to check if anyone is paying attention to you both. 

No one chased after you or him to this part of the house. You hear faint steps, like people going where you imagine the kitchen is, but nothing towards the both of you.

Good.

“This bathroom?” He points behind you and, when you nod, he shakes his head disapprovingly. “This one actually sucks. It’s the worst one of the entire house.” 

You’re sure there’s a knowing glint in your eyes. You’ve been hooking up for almost two years at this point, you know this man like the back of your hand. 

“Right.” 

“There’s a much bigger one upstairs.” 

“Woo—” 

“Please?” 

You know he wants to speak with you without anyone walking in, knocking on the door or even assuming that you two are together. You know he knows that’s how you truly would feel comfortable.

So you give in. 

“Okay.” 

On the walk upstairs, no one speaks. Your hair grows stiffer, air drying in the heat encapsulated in the walls of this area of the house and Wooyoung opens the door to the bathroom like the gentlemen he is, even in the weirdest situations. 

Like this one. 

Sleeping with him while having a full face of clown makeup on doesn’t even cross the weird spaces you two have squeezed yourselves into to spend a little time together, without being seen by his friends or your coworkers or your classmates, when you two were still in college.  

You graduated a few months ago and neither of you were there for each other’s ceremony. You went to dinner a few days later, though, something that felt dangerously close to an actual date. 

But as time passed and both of you got swept into adult life, into jobs and tired evenings where you could only think about crashing into your beds to do it all over again the next day, it became hard to see each other. 

This feels like it was a little fated, you can see it in his eyes when he closes the bathroom door behind him before you quickly turn around and inspect the space, like making sure he made the right choice. 

“I feel like I'm not supposed to be upstairs.” 

“Yunho won't mind.” 

“Hm,” you nod at that, “I met him briefly. I almost passed out when I recognized him and your friends.” 

Wooyoung rests his back against the door and you leave the things you brought with you on the counter, securing the towel around your body a second later. 

“Why?” 

“I didn't know this was his house,” and when you say it, it sounds like an excuse. Like a justification of why you're there in the first place. You don't like explaining yourself, but it's better than knowing he'll go to bed with the question in his mind. “I was invited by a coworker.” 

“The people you were with?”

“Mhm, the redhead knows someone who knows Yunho and they got invited and told they could bring anyone. That person hasn't showed up, though,” you turn, make a face that Woo laughs at. “So we're kind of crashing the party. I'm sorry.” 

“Don't be,” he slowly but surely steps away from the door, making his way to you. With your backside already resting against the marble counter, he only has to put his arms on either side of you to cage you in. 

You raise your eyebrows and he smirks in a way you can only describe as evil. 

That's his evil smirk. 

The kind that brings trouble. 

“I'm glad I get to see you, what, three days earlier than I was supposed to?” 

Ah yes, you two also have plans for Tuesday. 

“Technically, yes.” 

He lets out a breath that feels like he's been holding for a while and you smile. 

“Babe, I almost passed out when I saw you. I thought I was hallucinating or something.” 

Laughing, you turn your head to the side and purse your lips into a thin line to avoid making too much noise. 

“I was trying to leave quietly, I didn't know you had… noticed me already.” 

“Leave?”

When you turn to him again, he's frowning. 

“Yeah,” you whisper, shrugging the sudden awkward moment off. “I mean, I don't want to… Intrude in your plans with your friends, even involuntarily. I mean, I should've left when I noticed Gyuri.” 

At the mention of her name, you see how he straightens his posture a little. It always happens. Is either that or he is very careful to not mention her name at all. 

He still talks about her, though, even if her name doesn't come up and he replaces it with the word friend, you know some of the things he tells you are about her. You got used to it by now, knowing more about his ex-girlfriend and her stories than his. 

“You stayed anyway,” he points out and you curve a smile, like you've been caught. 

Heart racing and cheeks heating up, you notice he's inched a bit closer. He's staring at your lips, too, with a question on the tip of his tongue that you ignore because you really shouldn't be doing this at his friend's house. 

“Well maybe I wanted to see you.” 

At this point, you two are past asking each other if it's okay to kiss. Heavy makeouts on your couch, on your bed, on dark corners of the street where no one can see you are constant and expected and still make butterflies fly in your stomach. 

So when Wooyoung kisses you, you kind of expected it already. 

But boy does it make those butterflies come alive. 

Your arms go around his shoulders, his neck. His hands tug your hips into his and by this point is so familiar, so needed that you forget completely what you wanted to do in that bathroom in the first place.

“Fuck,” he says right into your mouth, not fully breaking the kiss. “I missed you so much, I haven't seen you in like a year.” 

“Three,” you say into his mouth, gasping when he bites your lip a little and slapping his back as a reprimand for the behavior. “Three and a half weeks,” you manage to finish before his tongue presses against yours for the first time in forever. 

It does feel like forever when he's not around, even if most of the days you feel like time passes extremely fast. 

“That's a whole month.” 

You finally pull back a bit, just to give him a look. “That's literally not a whole month, Wooyoung, is just three and a hal—” 

He smiles, wide. 

“Shut up.” 

And then he's kissing you again. 

You allow yourself to get lost in the feeling his mouth brings because there's literally no other way. When Wooyoung kisses you, you forget about the world outside of the very private, intimate bubble you two have been sharing for almost two years. 

It's dumb and irresponsible to do so as a friend with benefits and not as anything serious, but Wooyoung has a way of making your worries disappear. 

You have to blame it on the way you two met, on the escapism that gave way to this erotic sort of friendship to form. 

There's not really a point of return anymore and that should worry you, but you're busy feeling the softness of his hair to pay any mind to that. 

“It’s shorter now,” you say into his mouth and he nods, lips trailing down into your chin, your jaw, your neck. 

You don't close your eyes but you do give him the space to kiss your neck, your eyes busy trying to figure out if this is a fresh cut. 

Like if he cut it today.

He's not really going to tell you if he did, you know that. Instead, he replies: 

“This summer has been unbearable, I had to cut it more,” his mouth latches into your pulse point and you pant, a soft sound escaping you and making him smile. “It has been unbearable without you, too.”

A second of silence passes and you snort out a laugh that he follows. 

“Shut the fuck up, Woo.” 

“I mean it!” 

Sometimes, when you two stare at each other with smiles on your faces and lips puffy and wet after kissing so much, that you can feel yourself drifting into that dangerous space where you wonder what would happen if you could just call him yours. 

And that's your cue to push on his chest a little and rescue yourself from heartbreak. 

“Okay, I actually need to change and leave now.” 

He looks very worried and offended at your words. 

“But why?” He whines and you swear he's about to stomp his foot like a kid into the marble floor until he remembers. “Oh, it's Saturday.” 

“It's Saturday,” you nod and he nods as well.

Because even though you both don't really talk much about your circles and your families and your lives, he knows that little detail about you. 

Saturday nights have been off the table for over a year now. 

“I totally forgot,” he says and even though you had attempted to pull away, your effort died the second his lips returned to your skin. He kisses your cheek repetitively, only pulling away to speak. “I had to go to my office today.” 

“I thought you only worked five days?” 

“The aircon broke,” he sighs and you pout, knowing exactly what that means. “And it's so hot and so humid we had to move some of the books to this thing that looks like the cage Joe from You built to trap his victims, but smaller.” 

You snort another laugh and try not to think about the only thing that comes to mind whenever Wooyoung speaks about his job. 

That he lied to you.

When you two met, he lied to you. He told you he didn't read at all, which was a lie. 

You don't like lies. 

But you let it slip away because, well, maybe he thought he would never see you again. 

And because you'd like to believe he hasn't lied to you since then. 

So you distract yourself with his beautiful face, the crease between his eyebrows as he superficially recalls his day, the new length of his hair as your fingers pass through it again and again, the mole under his eye that you've always wanted to kiss but are too afraid to. 

Everything that attempts to burst your bubble can rot outside of it. 

Except when you actually have to leave and do your own thing, then the bubble can explode easily. 

“It's early, though, isn't it?” 

“Yeah, but I have to shower because I smell like chlorine and beer.” 

It takes two (2) seconds for Wooyoung to dive into your neck again, his perfectly crafted nose that you have admired so many times in silence pressing against the skin there and you have to remind yourself to breathe, to pretend to be unaffected by it.

“You always smell good,” he says there, lips leaving a featherlight kiss before he pulls back to look at you again, eyelids heavy and mouth parted. “Sweet and a little citrusy. I like it.” 

“I know,” rolling your eyes, you try your best to keep your focus on your task at hand: leaving this party. “You tell me all the time. I do smell like chlorine at least, I can smell it on me.” 

“Well, did you bring a change of clothes or is this…” he looks down at you, at your body and swallows hard, “All you brought?”  

At some point in the past few minutes, the towel had untugged and fallen down without you noticing. When you look down, the fabric is pooling around your hips, trapped between you and him, and your swimsuit is now visible, some of your skin is too. 

Ignoring his clearly suggestive tone, you nod to his question. 

He turns to his left, to the shower that's separated from the rest of the bathroom by a tempered glass and it doesn't take a genius to put two and two together. 

“Wooyoung…” 

He shrugs. “I'm just saying, you won't need to shower when you get home and you can spend time getting ready.” 

“I didn't plan this!” You whisper-shout and he brings you closer to him, hands on your waist and thumbs pressing against your skin. 

“And I know you love planning, but hear me out,” and before the smile smirk returns, you're already shaking your head no. He gasps. “Hear me out!” 

“I know what you're going to say!” 

“We’ve never taken a shower together,” he whines and pouts and shakes you a little so you laugh at him before letting out a soft sound when he pulls you forward again, middle connecting with yours. “There's not enough space in your shower.” 

“There's not enough money to rent a bigger apartment, Woo.” 

“Yeah and that's why we should take advantage of my very rich friend and his ridiculously huge shower.” 

You look around the space for a second and then squint your eyes at him. 

“Is this Yunho’s bathroom?” 

He deadpans at you. 

“No, baby, his bathroom is in his room and he doesn't really live here anymore. I meant like… In general,” he moves his hands, like trying to explain the ridiculous vastness of the bathroom that way. 

You snort yet another laugh that he follows and you find yourself thinking about it.

His tomfoolery really works on you. 

“Besides,” he says, soft and low and with that suggestive tone that has the intention of being subtle but fails in its attempt, “this would be one of those semi public spaces we can mark off our list.” 

“We have a list of those now?” 

“I keep score. So, frat party,” he counts with his fingers and you dislike the feeling of his hands leaving you for it, but you endure with a smile. “Frat Halloween  party,” he corrects himself, “building hallway at three thirty am, alleyway behind your last job,” you close your eyes and shake your head briefly at the reminder, a zap of electricity going down your spine because it was one of the best quickies you ever had, “and this can be the fourth one.” 

“I feel like this is a very private space, Woo.” 

“Not if we leave the door unlocked,” he argues and you swallow hard at the thought, sparing the door a glance. He didn't lock it at all and you two have been here for a while. 

You hate how much the idea turns you on. This is a thing you discovered with him, that first time together. Something that lingers in the back of your mind when you leave your bedroom window open when he comes over, when you make out in cafes or bars or whatever you decide to do when you meet up. 

You like the thought of people looking at you, wishing they were in your place or in his place or in the middle of you both. And it's crazy, because you don't like attention that much. 

But maybe that's the main reason behind the thrill. 

Or maybe this is something Wooyoung brings out in you. 

Either way, you return your eyes to him and allow yourself to look at this toned body for the first time in three and a half weeks. Really look at him, you mean. 

He's wearing a black tank top and cargo long shorts. You're sure he paired the outfit with boots he took off when he got to the house because it's one of his summer signature looks and this length of hair he's sporting, although not your favorite one, makes his features look so unique, so beautiful you have to take a deep breathe to not devour him right there and then. 

Fuck it. 

“We can try.” 

He kisses you again, hard and hot and messy and it takes all of you to push him away fully. 

“But we actually need to shower.” 

He's panting, obviously very turned on with the promise of what's about to happen and the last thing you see before your turn around to open the glass door to the shower space, is him leaning against the wall and trying to regain his composure. 

You love that you're able to do that to him, make him lose his mind. It's not one sided, intimacy with him never is. You feel involved, you feel like the control over what happens is as yours as it is his and it feels good, powerful even.

You love having that sort of connection with him, with anyone really. There's something that tells you that not everyone is as lucky. 

And that something might be the little devil on your shoulder that keeps allowing you to continue with whatever you and Wooyoung have, even if you're on the edge of falling off a cliff. 

But it doesn't really matter when you're about to undo the knots of your swimsuit and you feel his hand covering yours, his (now) naked chest against your back, his lips caressing your ear before whispering his question: 

“Can I take this off you?” 

Your breathing gets heavy and you turn your head to the side and let your nose rest softly against his, barely nodding. 

“Yes,” you whisper back and he proceeds to do what usually ends up dismantling your conviction almost every time. 

Wooyoung tends to undress you with a sensual caress to your skin you usually seek and think of even when he's not with you. When he's away or you can't coordinate a right date to see him and his words come to mind late at night, leading you to touching yourself, you always think of this. 

On the way he takes his time even if there's no time. On the pad of his fingers undoing whatever you have on that day: the buttons of your shirt, the clasp of your bra, the zipper of your pants or the knots of your swimsuit, like right now. 

Short nails drag softly against the skin of your chest as the fabric comes loose and he's able to pull it down and off and it lands somewhere you can't really see because your eyes close when he palms your breast the way he knows you like it. He cups it firmly, he lets his thumb explore near your nipple but doesn't allow it to touch you there yet. 

“It's been weeks and somehow you've only gotten more breathtaking…” He says, his mouth a breath away from yours. “Do you know what that does to me?” 

There's no time for this and you really, like actually need to shower. 

But you reach in between your bodies anyway, pretending to look for the bottom of his shorts even though you know exactly where it is just so you can feel him up. He's semi-firm already, which is good, because you don't have much time. 

Your touch makes him sigh and you smile, finally “finding” the button and loosing up his pants so he can get out of them. 

“I can take a wild guess.” 

When you open your eyes and he lets go of you, he's smiling as well. 

“Funny.” 

You turn around, inching closer to his face as he shimmies off his shorts and underwear “And you like it.” 

You finish undressing before stepping into the shower, opening the stream and letting your feet touch the water first so your body can adjust to the temperature. 

And you manage to do all that before Wooyoung shoves you against the cold tile and steals your breath with another messy kiss. 

Closing your eyes, you just let it be for what it feels an eternity. Again, his kisses and his touch traps you in this suspended world where only the two of you exist and it's really hard to put a stop on it when all you want is to stay this way forever. 

Still, you turn your head to the side and let his lips continue his ministrations against your clavicle, your shoulder. 

The valley of your breasts.

“We're wasting water, Woo— Oh, my god!” 

He very much manhandles you a bit so that you are under the cold stream of water and you let out a gasp as it effectively starts washing away the chlorine smell. He laughs when you hit his shoulder and then gets close again to steal a peck on your lips. 

You see his arm go behind you, probably for the soap or the shampoo, you're not sure because there's no way you're giving him your back when he's behaving like a fucking menace. 

“Let me make sure you're squeaky clean before you leave, hm?” 

“Sure, Woo, you're so fucking nice for that.” 

He pours liquid soap on his hand, chamomile and something expensive hitting your nostrils the second he does and he curves that wicked smile again, one hundred percent ignoring your jab and taking it as a compliment. 

“You make me so hard when you say my name like that.” 

“Again,” you say, half panting at the crudeness of his words and looking down at it, almost fully firm. “I can tell.” 

Raising an eyebrow, Wooyoung spreads the soap on your chest. It mixes with the water and it starts washing away, so you reach back to stop the stream and then he pours a little more, straight from the bottle over your shoulders this time. “Are you going to do something about it?” 

“Maybe I won't,” and because it's a little bit of a routine now defying him until he gets annoyed by you, you pretend to reach for it and detour your hand to his waist a second later. “Maybe I'll let you go downstairs like this, hm? Have all of your friends know how hard I make you?” 

You hear him swallow hard and his hands shake a little as he lathers the soap on your skin. It affects him, the thought of it. 

You're not the only pervert here. 

“You'll like that, wouldn't you?” 

“Me?” 

He looks up from your lathered up body and what he finds is a teasing smile, a knowing glint in your eyes. 

“We don’t have time for this, Woo,” you murmur, voice low and dripping with challenge, the droplets of water falling from your face into your chest and washing the soap away little by little, at a slow peace, at a patient pace even. 

Patience is what you don’t have today.

His lips curl into a smirk, hands sliding higher along your thighs as he presses you gently back against the slick tile, his hand reaching behind you to open the stream of water once again before he does so. “Then I guess I’ll just have to make it count,” he whispers against your neck, breath hot despite the cool spray of the shower. His mouth trails kisses along your jaw, his voice rough and playful all at once. “You think I need a lot of time to ruin you, sweetheart?”

Your laugh is soft, breathless, fingers weaving into his wet hair and tugging just enough to make him groan. “Prove it,” you tease, your words swallowed by his lips as he kisses you, deep and desperate, the shower filled with nothing but the sound of water and the soft, unrestrained gasps you pull from each other.

His hands roam lower, gripping your hips and pulling you flush against him. The slick heat of his body pressed to yours makes you gasp into his mouth, your nails scraping lightly down his back. “You’re trouble,” he murmurs, lips brushing your jaw as he breathes you in. “Three weeks without you and this is how you test me?”

You smirk, tilting your head back to give him better access as his kisses trail down your throat. “Someone’s gotta keep you on your toes,” you whisper, your tone playful but shaky when his hands slip around to cup your ass, lifting you just enough to make you cling to him for a few seconds before he puts you back on the ground. 

He chuckles low in his chest, pressing you harder against the slick tile. “Yeah, Y/N, test the guy that knows how to make you come in three minutes or less, pretty smart.” 

And knowing your teasing, the challenge presented in your eyes and voice is working, you push a little bit further. 

“Prove. It.” 

With a low groan, he kisses you again, this time deeper, hungrier, his hands roaming with newfound urgency.

Wooyoung’s hands tighten on your hips as his mouth leaves yours, kisses trailing down the slick curve of your neck, over your chest, lower and lower until he’s kneeling at your feet. The sight alone sends a rush of heat straight through you.

You open your mouth to tease him, maybe remind him you said there wasn’t much time, but the thought vanishes the moment his lips press against your inner thigh, slow and deliberate. “Missed this,” he murmurs against your skin, breath hot and driving you crazy. 

Fingers finding his damp hair (he did not catch the worst of the shower before, you did), you tug softly at the dark strands as he hooks your leg over his shoulder with care. You can see the water dripping down his back, the stream catching him in this new position, and it makes you want to lick him up entirely.

His mouth finally, finally gives you what you’ve been aching for and the sound you make is swallowed by the shower’s spray, your free hand clinging to the tiled wall as every flick of he devours you. Starved, like he was actually waiting all these weeks to have you like this and eat you out. 

“Woo…” you gasp, unable to contain yourself, voice barely holding together. 

He hums in response, the vibration making you knees weak, his hands gripping your thighs to steady you as he pulls another breathless moan from your lips. He looks up at you, dark eyes shining through the wet strands of dark hair that cling to his forehead and you don’t know how, because the pleasure is enough to have you closing your eyes every five seconds, but you can see he’s curving his lips in a smug smile. 

Wooyoung seems determined to make you forget about your compromise later today, about the pool party and the time apart. He seems determined to prove you wrong, to make you eat your words right up and you love it, you love this and the thrill that shakes your entire being is delicious, empowered. 

And it’s working, it truly is… Until a knock rattles the door. 

“Wooyoung are you in here?” You can recognize San’s voice because he’s called in the middle of a makeout session or in the middle of a tv show binge session, to talk about dumb things that only best friends who have known each other for a while care to talk about. 

You like him, you think he’s nice, even if there was a few months where Wooyoung was upset at him. He didn’t tell you why but you noticed it in the change of his tone when they spoke on the phone and the lack of curiosity Woo showed in their conversations.

Wooyoung is a very curious dude, so it was strange to say the least. They made up, though, and you don’t really want your first impression to be this.

You don’t want to actually meet San at all. 

You wouldn’t know how to look him in the eyes knowing his intrusion, instead of taking you out completely of the mindset, only builds up the tension in your lower abdomen. It’s sick but Wooyoung shares your same twisted spirit.  

“Yeah!” He shoots back, breathless and still against your skin so it sounds a little muffled. Your free hand flies to your mouth to avoid moaning out loud. 

There’s a pause, then the creak of the door opening. “I’m coming in with my eyes closed because I don't want to accidentally see your dick ever again!” He warns and you almost laugh at that, Wooyoung definitely does. 

Now that takes you a little out but Wooyoung shushes you, tilting his head back completely. His fingers replace his mouth and his thumb finds your clit with ease, touch never giving up even though you can see San’s shoulder and his side profile behind the tempered glass. 

It has the film that blurs your bodies but you’re sure the outlines and the fact that Wooyoung is on his knees give away what’s going on. 

San’s eyes are closed, though. 

Such a respectful young man. 

“Hey,” San calls out over the water, sounding half-distracted. “You were supposed to help me with the grill, man. Yunho’s about to burn half the patties out there.”

You look down, trying to calm your breathing and raising an eyebrow at Wooyoung. 

Wooyoung’s voice somehow comes out steady, despite the way his fingers tease your opening, making you bite down on your lip to hold in a sound. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be out in a minute. I just felt… sticky and gross. Needed to rinse off before I get in the pool.”

San huffs, leaning casually against the sink, still eyes shut. “You’ve been in here forever, though.”

Wooyoung chuckles low, his cheek resting against your thigh. “Just… making sure I’m really clean, you know? Can’t jump into Yunho’s fancy pool dirty.”

“That literally has never stopped you before,” and when you look at San again, you can make out that he’s pouting. You turn to Wooyoung again, shaking your head disapprovingly at the way he’s lying to his friend like it’s not inching you closer to cumming on his fingers. “Whatever, hurry it up. I’ll tell them you’re busy ‘deep-cleaning’,” he turns to leave, muttering as he reaches the door. “You’re weird as hell, Woo.”

The second the door clicks shut and you two can hear steps going away, Wooyoung lets out a breathy laugh and you bring your hand down, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were keeping in in the first place. 

“See?” he says, looking up at you and your disheveled state with a teasing smirk. “This is so much fun.” 

Your laugh breaks on a moan, shaky and breathless. “You think this is funny?” you manage, gripping his wet hair tighter as his fingers move with a maddening rhythm. 

Woo’s grin turns downright sinful as he leans in, pressing a kiss high on your thigh, his dark eyes locked on yours. “Yeah,” he admits, voice low and warm over the sound of water cascading around you. “You trying so hard to stay quiet? That’s the best part.”

Your body burns, hot flames engulf you as you hang over the edge. The interruption, his words, his fingers and his mouth a lethal combination for your sanity, your self control. 

Frowning in determination, lowers himself again, mouth replacing his fingers with deliberate slowness that picks up as soon as you arch a little and move your hips against his mouth. He holds you better, both arms making sure you stay up right, letting out a moan and encouraging you to get off on his tongue. 

The drag of it against your wetness, catching your clit perfectly at every push of your hips makes your head fall back against the tile, a sharp gasp escaping before you can swallow it down. 

He moans and it vibrates against you, sending shockwaves down your spine as his tongue works you with precision. Every swirl, every flick is deliberate, fueled by weeks of pent-up need. One of his hands leaves your hip just long enough to squeeze your thigh before sliding down, fingers digging into your skin as if he can’t get you close enough.

“Woo…” you whimper, voice trembling, and his response is a growl that makes your knees nearly buckle. He tightens his grip, keeping you steady, never once letting his mouth falter.

He pulls back just long enough to murmur against your slick skin, voice low and wrecked, “That’s it, baby… ride me… take what you need.” Then he’s back on you, faster, deeper, his moans mixing with the sounds of water and your breathless, yet contained, cries. 

As much as you want to scream his name you need to keep in mind that you don’t actually want to get caught. 

Your hips move with reckless desperation now, chasing that blinding edge as his tongue drags over your clit, circling and sucking with perfect rhythm until you’re trembling in his hold. The tension coils tight, your stomach fluttering, the world narrowing to nothing but his mouth and the hot pressure building and building and building until it finally breaks. 

Your whole body shudders while he keeps his pace, coaxing every wave, every last ounce of pleasure until you’re left weak and shaking in his arms. 

Woo looks up at you through wet strands of hair, lips glistening, his grin dark and proud. “Fuck, you’re perfect like this,” he says, voice a rough purr as he rises to kiss you, tasting your release on his tongue. His hands press firmly to your hips, pinning you to the cool tile as his mouth moves urgently against yours.

The kiss turns desperate fast, teeth grazing lips, your breath mixing as your hands roam his slick skin, nails scraping lightly down his chest until they hover dangerously near where he needs you the most. Woo groans into your mouth, pressing his forehead to yours for a heartbeat before whispering, “I need to feel you… all of you.”

You answer without words, tugging at his hips and gloating in his hiss when your hand finally wraps around him, his hips jerking forward instinctively, a shuddered “fuck” escaping his lips.

Woo’s mouth finds your neck, sucking and biting softly as his hands slide down to cup your thighs. “Jump,” he rasps against your skin. The second you do, he catches you easily, pinning you to the shower wall with the strength you’ve been craving to feel all over you. 

With one slow, deliberate push, he’s inside you, and the sound that leaves both your lips is too loud for your own well being, but the feeling of his perfect length opening you up makes you care very little about that.

“Finally,” he groans, his face burying into your shoulder as his hips press flush to yours. “Been thinking about this every night.”

“Yeah?” you ask, breathless and he pulls back to look at you in the eye, pupils blown and mouth parted in pleasure. 

“There’s not one day where I don’t think about you, Y/N,” he confesses, voice cracking under the weight of it, his forehead pressing to yours as he rocks into you with slow, deliberate thrusts. “I close my eyes, and it’s always you… the way you sound, the way you feel…”

Your breath catches, your hands cupping his face as you kiss him hard, swallowing his next moan. The rhythm of his hips grows more insistent, your body molding perfectly against his as your back presses into the cold tile.

“Missed you so much,” you whisper against his lips, every word punched out between thrusts. “Nothing else feels like this.”

He groans, gripping your thighs tighter to lift you slightly, hitting deeper, harder, his mouth finding your neck. “I know, baby… God, I know.” He nips at your skin gently, a soft hiss escaping him when you clench around him. 

This position is irresponsible and slippery and you wish you were in your bed with him right now but there’s something so good about the way he grips you to keep you right where you are even if you’re slipping down that you want to commit to memory. When you look down, you see the veins on his strong arms popping out a little as he tries to keep this position and you think this is the hottest thing you two have ever done. 

The hottest thing you’ve done ever, that’s for sure. 

The pace builds between you, the wet sound of your bodies moving together drowned out by the hiss of water, by the uneven mix of moans and whispered names spilling into the steam that’s been building up not because of the water temperature but because of you two. 

Wooyoung’s thrusts grow rougher but never lose their rhythm, every movement deliberate, hitting deep and perfect until you’re gripping his shoulders like a lifeline. His lips find yours again and again, each kiss desperate, teeth clashing, tongues tangling like neither of you can get close enough. 

“Woo… I—” The words die on your tongue, replaced by a broken moan as his hips snap harder, his breath hot against your ear.

His lips graze your ear, voice low and desperate, “That’s it, sweetheart… don’t hold back. I’ve got you.” 

The pressure that’s been coiling tight inside you finally snaps, and it’s not a full orgasm because your clit barely got stimulated but your body still trembles as the mild pleasure crashes over you. Your nails dig into his back, holding him close as he rides you through it, his own groans growing louder and more ragged.

You catch his face between your hands, lips brushing his ear as you whimper, voice wrecked and needy and knowing exactly what he needs.  “Come for me, Woo… want to feel you lose it… want you to make a mess all over me.”

A sharp curse slips from his lips, his control shattering. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna— Fuck!” He pulls out quickly. With a desperate kind of care, Wooyoung lowers you onto the slick shower floor, his hand braced on your waist as the other helps him finally get there, stroking hard and fast, breath ragged. 

His eyes don't actually leave you and you dive into his neck, your hand going down to help him. He lets go for a second, lets you grab onto him and then covers his hand with yours. You pant and he moves both of your hands to the rhythm he needs and you hear your shallow breathes and revel in the broken moan he lets out when he finally spills, hot across your stomach and thighs, his forehead pressing to yours as water rushes down over both of you, washing the heat in slow, dizzying rivulets.

Woo’s breath comes in harsh, uneven pants, his lips ghosting over your jaw as he pulls back just enough to take you in. His gaze lingers on you, your face, the way your chest heaves against his.

His voice is rough, words spilling out between gasps. “Fuck… this was supposed to take the edge off, but now I just want more of you.”

You let out a shaky laugh, brushing his wet hair from his forehead. “We can’t…” your voice falters as you feel his thumb tracing lazy circles over your hip. “I don’t even know what time it is anymore, Woo, I need to leave to get to—”

“I know, I know…” He says it like he doesn’t really want to let go and you almost believe it, but then he gives you that smile that lets you know it’s over. 

You two fucked and now one of the two has to leave before it gets too… Intimate.

Still, he leans in to whisper: “Let’s get you cleaned up before you leave, though. Actually cleaned up this time.” 

Rolling your eyes, you indulge in this because you don’t actually want to leave his side today for some scary reason. 

He kisses you one more time before pulling you into the cold spray. This time, there’s no frantic rush, no teasing touches, just his hands sliding over your skin with gentle care. 

He rinses your stomach clean, his palms skimming over your sides in slow, tender strokes. You return the favor, fingers trailing across his chest, washing away the evidence of what you’d just done but not the feeling of it clinging thick in the air.

There's silence, but it’s not awkward. It’s heavy, charged, both of you standing there under the shower knowing what just happened shouldn’t have but neither of you regret it, you're sure of it. When you tilt your head up, he’s already looking at you, eyes softer than they should be for two people who keep saying this isn’t serious.

Once you finally step out, dripping, he pulls a towel from the rack. Instead of handing it to you, he wraps it around both of you, pulling you into his chest. It’s a clumsy fit, skin damp and pressed tight, but his arms cinch around your waist like he can’t let go just yet.

“Wooyoung…” 

He shushes you and you shake your head, but his lips connect to your head and it’s more intimate than it should be. Your touches are superficial and they always lead to sex except the hugs you two sometimes share. This doesn’t feel like one of those hugs and you don’t know what to make out of it, your heart beating hard enough to let you know it’s affecting you one way or another. 

“Just a sec, hm?” 

“Okay,” you whisper into his skin, hugging him and kissing the space of his chest your cheeks rests against.

After a minute or maybe two, reality sinks in. You slip into your spare clothes, he puts the ones he walked in with back on again and leans against the sink as you put your still wet swimsuit into a plastic bag, stuffing it on your bag a second later. 

You know his body language better than yours at this point. Maybe not other aspects of his life but the way he tilts his head slightly as he really, really thinks something over is something you can tell. 

“What are you thinking?” You break the silence, securing your bag on your shoulder and taking a step to his direction. His hands go to your waist immediately, instinctively even. 

He looks a little worried, a slight crease on his brows. 

“I’m still seeing you on Tuesday, right?” 

Sometimes, when he sounds so worried he might never see you again, you start to believe you mean a lot to him. A lot, lot. Beyond the physical relationship and the weird friendship you two shared, beyond the mutual understandings and shared kisses and that you start to believe that connection that formed out of necessity and spite morphed into something tender. 

Into love, maybe. 

But you can’t afford to think about that because you turn the screen of your phone on and notice you barely got time to leave and get ready for the night. 

“Of course you are,” you say like you can’t actually believe he’s asking you something so silly. “You’re making dinner that night, by the way.” 

He smiles, worries leaving his face. 

“Sure, just… I’ll send you a list of what to buy, not so sure I’ll have the time after leaving the office.” 

“Yup, okay. Uh… I actually need to leave now, Woo. I’ll get out of here first,” you say and you kiss his cheek before pulling from his grasp entirely. “Enjoy the rest of your day. Send me a picture of what you end up grilling.” 

You grab the handle, ready to slip out first, but he catches your wrist. When you turn, his mouth is already on yours, soft this time, almost hesitant, as if admitting that letting you go isn’t easy. It’s brief and, for a slight second, you believe it says everything neither of you will.  

“Text me when you get home,” he whispers and you nod with a tiny smile. 

When you finally leave the bathroom, you’re praying no one notices you on the way down and out the front door. Thankfully, no one does and, as you walk down the hill and see the sun starting to come down, you can still feel his hands on your skin, his lips on yours, his eyes staring at you with… Oh, God. 

Wishful thinking it's starting to become annoying and dangerous.  

And the worst part is, you know you’ll be feeling it for the rest of the night and until you see him again. 

Your poor, starved heart never gets enough of him. 

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[kiddotarot]

Happiness in marriage ( Navamsa chart ) .

Explication = we all familiar about the Atmakarka and Darakaraka concept . Same as Matru karka is 4th highest degree planet in chart which significant " mother , maternal figures, including the nurturing, support, and emotional influences they provide " . So its present where you can find happiness, wish fulfillment and happiness in your marriage. I am new finding about it also reading and researching over it and slowly getting familiar about more like this things.

So for this find the fourth highest degree planet and if you are having problems you can go to astro. Seek and creat your chart and scroll down and you can easily find ( MK ) there.

Planet as MK

1. Sun as MK : Represents you can be satisfied and happy when you get a sense of authority and ego and respect in society when you are the main character standing is spotlight which can also bring by your spouse then you be happy .

2. Moon as MK : Symbolizes emotions and mind, nurturing qualities. So you can also feel happywhen you spouse make you feel that you are understood and bri g sense of emotionl fulfillment thats make you or bring you happiness in marriage.

3. Mars as MK : Associated with energy, passion and action. It shows that in marriage feeling satisfied or passionate can bring you fulfillment and happiness.

4. Mercury as MK : Represents communication, intellect, and adaptability ots shows you can fell happiness when you feel communicative connection with your spouse when you and your spouse talk with each other.

5. Jupiter as MK: Symbolizes wisdom ans spirituality, knowledge. Its also show you can feel fulfilled when you and your future spouse is spirituality alined and participate in such kind of activities.

6. Venus as MK : The planet of love, beauty, and harmony is very important in navamsa . It also show when you are your future spouse shows love and romanticism then you can also feel happy or when you both are participating in any form of art like dance and music.

7. Saturn as MK : Represents discipline, responsibility and hardworking nature . You and your future spouse specially working or staying in disciplined in daily life can bring as sence of happiness in your marriage.

MK in houses

1 House : How one presents themselves to the world so if you have MK in first house you will be happy that you showing what qualities of your marriage to the world and more related to you.

2 House: your MK in 2H happiness Relates to wealth, possessions, and family values, and your financial status or what material things you can have like properties and transport.

3 House: your MK in here can represents happiness in communication, short journeys. It indicates one's ability to express themselves and their relationships your future spouse and courage to take the challenge.

4 House: your MK here can represents happiness in homely environment, simple domestic life and connection with homely environment and peace.

5 House: your MK here can represents that you feel happy and fullfilled in romance or through children , when you both do a creative work together.

6 House: your MK here can represents fulfillment in marriage through daily work or routin , to taking care of health or adding health related things , serving to each other or challenge.

7 House: your MK here shows uou can feel happy here by being in relationships or in marriage with your future spouse or you approching style toward marriage.

8 House: your MK here represents you can fell happy being going trough the transformation in your marriage or through shared resources or may be hidden thing and knowledge and intimacy with your future spouse.

9 House: your MK here represents you can be happy with seeking knowledge with your spouse or in philosophy or religious , spritual matter you can also find yourself lucky in marriage and long distance travel with you future spouse.

10 House: your MK here can show your happiness in the image you have in society as married couple , or how society veiw your your reputation.

11 House: your MK here represents happiness through the resources of future spouse or freinds or community. The goals and the dream in marriage can bring you fulfillment.

12 House: your MK here can shouw you will fell happy with your spouse in a isolation journey may be spritual journey and foreign travel with them.

@kiddotarot

[leviismybby]

You watch as Levi does push ups, his shirt was soaked by sweat, it was very warm outside and he has been working out for at least an hour now, he looked so good. When he finishes he looks over at you on the bench and approches you, his eyes running open and down your body tho his expression stays the same. "Here." You throw him a water and he easily catches the flask, sweat running down his biceps. He takes a sip before taking a seat beside you, his hand resting on your thigh. "How long have you been watching me?" Levi is aware that you love watching him work out, you always did even before you two got together. "Enough to let you have your way with me right now." That gets a slight eyebrow raise from him. "Hope you're not saying that just for a fucking show."

And oh boy you didn't, Levi's hand was over your mouth as you were facing the bookshelf while he was pouding you hard. You grabbed the wood tightly, eyes rolling back each time his cock hit your spot. The library wasn't the best place to have sex but Levi was too eager to wait. "Atta girl. Always taking my cock so well." He grunts, his other hand squeezing your breast, his thrusts getting more erratic. He spins you around and quickly pins your back against the shelf, his hands spreading your legs pulling up up and keeping you against the bookcase as he continued to fuck you hard. Your lips meet in a fierce kiss, his tongue immediately making it's way to your mouth, few books fall off the shelves when Levi speeds up. "Fuck...your pussy feels so fucking good..." He grunts between hot kisses, his abs clench when your nails tug on his shirt. You bite his lower lip when your walls clench around him and you cum, your legs shake slightly but Levi isn't letting you down. "Aww you think I am done with you? How cute. I'll continue fucking you until you can't walk, princess."

[chaoscreaturewrites]

Call of duty, ghost, cowboy ghost, fluff, cute meet, autism coded

Hello doggy

Summary: cute meet at the gass station when y/n cant help but stop to pet the big doggy and meet its owner cowboy Ghost

Note: not edited, kinda autism coded characters

WC: 860

Part 1

At a gass station [wawa type ] You come out after getting an on the road breakfast and see a truck with a huge livestock guardian dog in bed .

You cant help it, dog of my any size you must approch. You look in the truck bit dont see anyone.

You don't know if its freidnly but you have lots of experience going up to animals and from working in the rescue house so you know what to do.

You set down your bag and hold out your hand palm up, resting it on the side of the truck bed and wait, letting it come to you.

It doesn't take long before it gets up, comes over gives your hand a wet sniff, its muzzle grazzing over your palm. With that you slowly move to scratch its chin and move your way up to its ear.

Now seeing its a friendly big guy, you indulge and give it a proper loving with scratches and baby talk.

Ghost has gone in to pay for gass, get some food and water for the day.

He comes out and does a double take, fozen in his tracks seeing his gruff barely friendly to himself dog being happily loved on by some women. He gets his wits about him and goes over.

> - "Hey there"

His deep rasping tone startles her and she sees shes been caught and just cause the dog was happy with her presence doesn't mean his owner will be to and its not like she can smooth his attitude over with scratches and a slice of turkey from her sandwich. But rn she wishes she could.

Her social skills with people arnt great, its why she works with dogs they have always gotten her and her them. But now facing this tall rough looking man who doesn't seem pleased at all, shes lost and a bit scared.

> - "im sorry... I'll be going right now"

> - "hey wait, its alright seems like he likes you, that's rare"

She'd practically alright run off before he could speak, but hearing paise about the dog liking her stops her in her tracks and has her turning back. Its a comment she gets often but it always feels good.

But looking at the man she wishes shes been resolute in returning to her car, cause he still looks pissed and the mask isn't helping, if anything is just makes his gaze seem sharper.

When making conversation she always messes up somehow and gives off that impression that's shes weird, its true she is awkward and weird but that doesn't mean she needs eveyone knowing that. So she goes with the tried and true, ask about the dog.

> "whats his name?"

> "Dusk, short for duskwalker"

She lights up. That's an odd name, a specific one, maybe this man is weird like her too.

> "What a unique name, in like it"

> "oh yeah he earned his name too, when he was just a pup his litter got attacked and he was one of few survivors and all through his life keeps beating the odd,.. oh sad story should have opened with something lighter"

> "no, no, its the truth and his name is very fitting. (Your a brave boy huh, yeah you are big guy)"

He really thought his sad story would have made things very awkward, he always forgets to filter his thoughts and not everyone is the guys. But she didn't seem to mind, it fact it seems the opposite, that he liked his blunt honest speak. And now hes witnessing such an adorable display of her talking with Dusk that he swears hes seeming hearts floating around her.

> "Well thank you for letting me pet Dusk and sorry for not asking first, I'll let you be i gotta get to work"

> "no problem, Duskwalker need some good scratches before work"

> "you need some scratches to start the day too"

> "shit" "okay bye"

That last bit slipped out, her fliter failed, this is exactly why she doesn't socialize with humans cause she forgets all common sense and offers to scratch them. This is definitely one of those horrible embarrassing moments that keeps you awake and you remember years later.

There was nothing left to do then just run away, hope in her car and just drive away, she didn't even set up her music, she just sped out of there. She couldn't take the chance of him coming over to her car, and with his long legs it wouldn't have taken him long.

What an offers, you know some scratches probably would have given him a better start to his day, it certainly worked wonders on Dusk. I should tell her its okay, but the way she ran off it would probably scare her if I followed. Wow you gotta be panicked or skilled to reverse pull out and speed out like that, well probably both.

He puts his stuff in his cooler and starts filling up the tank. He leans against the truck bed and gives Duck some scratches.

> "I know buddy I hope we run into her again too"

> "shes something special ain't she"

> [bark of approval]

Part 2

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@denielle143

@fertilise-me

Sorry its been so long since I've made a COD post

[aramynx]

hello! i really LOOOVEE your writings especially shouto’s if it’s alright with you could you please write about shouto being such a gentleman as a boyfriend that the reader can depend entirely on him? like the reader is sooo independent until she’s with shouto, she could ‘turn her brain off’ bcs she knows shouto would take care of everything for her hehehehe. THANK YOU IN ADVANCEE ILYYY

YES 🫶 ABSOLUTELY ‼️🫶 I HOPE YOU ENJOYYYYY

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DEPENDABLE…

SHOTO TODOROKI X READER

summary: shoto is so eager to help you in any way he can, he’s happy to do whatever it takes to make your days even just a little bit easier

a/n: i love this so much actually, it’s more of a ramble than a coherent story but i hope you enjoy! thank you so much for your request! xoxo

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It was hard for you to learn to depend on others. Until you started dating Shoto, you were absolutely determined to do everything yourself- that’s what you were already used to and it was never really a problem. When Shoto came along, it was like you never had to do anything for yourself again when he was with you.

With Shoto around, you didn’t need to worry about if you’d be able to pay your part of the shared rent that month; if you needed to depend on Shoto a little then you could. He already thinks that you should let him cover the rent since his income is much higher, but understands that you feel the need to contribute. If you chose to stop working at any point, you’d be able to live comfortably with Shoto.

The dynamic of his parents’ marriage isn’t something Shoto wants to recreate in your relationship. Around the house, his mother was always taking care of things; she was constantly exhausted since her workload was infinite. Shoto thinks of it as unfair, since he also lives in your shared home, he should take on some chores when he’s able to.

Usually, you’re very insistent on doing the majority of the work since Shoto is the main breadwinner for you both, so he decides he’ll do his part in the early hours of the morning before you have a chance to wake up and protest.

You wake up tucked into bed comfortably, Shoto’s pillow fluffed up neatly beside you in the empty space. The air is cold as you walk downstairs slowly, making your way towards the pile of laundry you had been avoiding for the last couple of days. As you approched the laundry room, a gentle hum could be heard from the other side of the door. Upon opening if, you were greeted by the pleasant sight of the laundry washed, dried, and folded on top of the machine, separated into yours and Shoto’s respective clothing. Beside it, a small yellow sticky note:

“Good morning, my love. I hope this makes your day a bit easier. Love, Shoto.”

Shoto was always happy to help you- he didn’t think of it as a chore, it was his responsibility. Carrying groceries inside was something he had learnt to master doing in one trip from the car to the kitchen, and of course, your hands were always empty. Whenever you’d go shopping together, Shoto would carry all of the bags, no matter how many. He’d try and fit as many as he could in one hand to make sure you could still hold his other if you wanted to.

Despite having his hands full 90% of the time, Shoto makes sure he opens doors for you, smiling as you walk though and wait for him on the other side. He tends to move himself to the outside of the pavement when you walk together, keeping you close to him in more crowded areas of the city. His hands seem to always stop you from mindlessly walking over crossings without looking; something that he’s grown used to you doing when he’s beside you. Shoto doesn’t really understand why you seem to enter a complete trance around him- he thinks that you get lost in your own little world sometimes, and the starry expression on your face only convinces him more.

He knows how you were before he came along- you’d do everything by yourself, no matter how difficult. He knows you’re capable, but he doesn’t want you to feel as if you need to do everything alone- he wants to look after you to the best of his ability, and he expects nothing from you in return.

Cooking definitely isn’t Shoto’s strongest skill. He can manage the basics, just barely. He’s definitely gotten better by watching you cook for him in the evenings, a starstruck look in his eyes as he does. Nothing tastes better than the meals you cook for him. You’re happy to give something back to the man who does almost everything for you, especially when he smiles so warmly every time you place his plate in front of him. You stay at the table together until you both finish, then Shoto thanks you for the food, and takes your plates over to the sink to start washing up. It’s a little routine you’ve developed over time.

While Shoto’s busy doing dishes, you tidy up the table and wipe it down before heading into the living room and picking a new movie for you to watch together, gathering blankets and cushions to create the perfect cuddle nest. After a few minutes, Shoto comes in to see you flicking through your options. He sets two drinks down on the table in front of you and presses a kiss to your forehead before asking what you were going to watch that night. If you needed anything at all, he’d be the one getting up, no matter how comfortable he was.

When you inevitable fall asleep on the couch, Shoto turns off the movie and scoops you up to carry you to bed, placing you down as gently as he can and tucking you in, his lips lightly pressing against your forehead before he whispers,

“Sweet dreams, my dear…”

Being around Shoto meant that you could float around doing little tasks without worrying about so many things at once- after all, your dependable boyfriend had already managed to get them done before you could object.

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[janus-cadet]

The Doctor meeting the In Laws. Maestro's not impressed. They thought you had taste, Doctor.

(and that's their dad how dare you)

Lux's do be loving the gossip, tho. Spill the tea, Doctor, and try to Sherazade your way out of this!

(The Toymaker may absolutely hates Lux, but Lux can not be bothered and is too much of a little romantic to pass the opportunity)

So, the Doctor's very quick to claim the relationship. But the other two have...

Other approches. Clearly. The Master being the Master...

... And Rogue being, weirdly, the Only Normal One. A bit of actual fluff...

And little bonus! The Toymaker, surrounded by toys of everything he cares about.

(yes it's Rogue's plushie on the front. The Toymaker loved it. He, indeed, never Received A Gift Before.)

[am-i-interrupting]

Imagine a reader who just avoids any possible touch. Even more touch repulsed than Alastor. Always wearing gloves, taking a few steps back when someone approches them too near. But just one day they randomly open arms for a hug and give the warmest, the comfiest, the fuzziest hug ever.

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Alastor

Alastor fully understands disliking touch.

He will never pressure you to touch him because you do the same.

You will have to be in his general vicinity though.

He will float the barrier between too close and just far enough:

Overall, he is absolutely fine with you disliking touch because he’s rather the same.

However, after the battle, when he came back, he expected nothing more from you than than a nod and words.

He was surprised to be suddenly knocked down with the force of your hug, your arms engulfing his entire being.

He sort of laughs from shock, his laugh track playing in the background before his laugh escaped his lips.

Slowly wraps one arm around you as he uses the other to steady himself.

“Did you miss me that much, my deer?”

Husk

Husk is a casually affectionate person.

He likes to hold hands and absentmindedly stroke down the length of fingers.

His hand will slide across someone’s back as he moves past them.

For you he made the conscious effort to not do that, no matter how much he wanted to.

He didn’t for you because he cared.

When one day you crawled over the counter and he looked at you confused.

Then, as you moved to slide off, you placed your hands on his shoulders and pulled him in for a hug.

His wings fluttered in shock, knocking some glasses over but he immediately began purring.

His arms wrapped around you so tightly, so protectively,

His wings covered your embrace from prying eyes.

He leaned his head against yours and then placed it in the crook of your neck.

He savored the moment.

Lucifer

Lucifer is very well acquainted with having no touch but his own. He’s used to it at this point.

There’s a bit of sadness when he figures out you’re not a touchy person but he’ll live.

He yearns for your touch but makes due with the touch of others.

This man is touch starved.

He won’t admit it though.

When you just randomly wrap your arms around him, he makes a little “Oh!” noise.

“Is everything alright?”

He wraps his arms around you, loosely, not wanting to scare you away.

His touch is so soft, so careful.

“I just love you.”

He gets teary eyed and repeats the sentiment.

Vaggie

Vaggie is not a very touchy person.

She’s not opposed to it but it’s not often she seeks it out.

She is alright not being touched by you.

It doesn’t bother her much at all.

Then you wrap your arms around her after she regrows her wings and her angelic background is reveal and she folds.

She needed this hug.

She needed to know that you were here and present and not going away.

She holds you with all her might.

Vox

Vox pretends he’s alright without touch.

He doesn’t know that people can see him stare longingly at your hands, your waist, your shoulders, your face, just itching to hold them all.

When you do hug him, he’s hesitant.

“What’s wrong, doll?”

He doesn’t believe you when you tell him nothing.

He’ll slowly push you back using the most careful touch and just look at you, making sure it is, indeed, you.

After confirming you’re not an imposter, he places his hand on the back of your neck and pulls you in for a hug.

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— ☆ zb1 reacting to you crying after an argument

gn!reader x zb1 (ot9)

genre: angst turning into fluff // warnings: arguments and crying obviously, shouting

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ jiwoong

after an argument, you two would need your time by yourselves before approaching the problem. jiwoong withdraws in the kitchen, calming himself down and gathering his thoughts before heading to your shared room. before opening the door he hears a faint sound of your sobs and he sighs to himself. he enters the bedroom and notices you sitting on the edge of the bed, back turned to him. jiwoong approches you quietly, wraps his arms around your torso and strokes your shoulders. with reassuring words and apologies, he calms you down in order to have a serious talk together.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ zhang hao

zhang hao is petty and would always want to have the last word. you guys would speak relatively loud (because hao is originally loud) but not to the point of yelling at you. every time you would try to finish the argument because the bickering was getting long and tiring, he would always bring something up and add fuel to the fire. you were trying to avoid arguing some more and declares that you were heading to the room to rest. hao apparently didn’t want to finish this later and he grabs your arm to make you turn around, while shouting your name rather loudly. you can’t help the tears rolling down your cheeks as you look at him. his eyes soften as he takes you in his arms, constantly cursing himself for making you cry. will pamper you for the rest of the night as an apology.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ hanbin

100% the type to cry with you. hanbin is an empath and the argument most definitely occured just because you were mad or sad at something so he became sad too and since you were both sensitive now, the smallest disagreement caused conflict. would want to treat the problem immediately. when he realises that you will start yelling and rambling very soon, he suggests for you two to calm down and settle on the couch to talk. the open heart conversation made you cry and hanbin followed soon after, both overly apologising for hurting each other. throughout the conversation you notice how softly he looks at you and how attentive he is to your body language. "tell me the truth" he says when he notices your eyes avoiding his and "it’s okay, i’m here" when he feels your fingers anxiously play with his. you definitely take a power nap together after, exhausted from all the tears.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ matthew

you hear the door opening followed by a loud thud as a bag drops to the floor; matthew is back from the gym. he had stayed there for a relatively long time today, probably to relieve stress after you two had an argument this morning. you had assured him through texts that you were fine but your puffy nose and red cheeks can't hide the fact that you had been crying the entire afternoon. after you hid your tissues under your pillow, you watch him as he slightly opens the door. matthew immediately notices your sad face and whines, rushing to your side. he laughs nervously, engulfing you in a hug and leaving pecks all over your face. "you shouldn't lie to me", he apologizes over and over again as he tickles you to try to set a happier mood.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ taerae

it was never taerae's intention to raise his voice at you but he sometimes can't control how loud it is. you had been listening to him as he sits in front of the bedroom door that you had closed. apologizing, blaming himself, he had tried everything to get you to open the door for him and despite how much you want to hug him, you don't want him to see you in this state. he hears your sobs and he once again gets mad at himself. suddenly, taerae rests his back against the door and starts singing. you take a moment to calm down with his soft voice and finally open the door. he immediately wraps his arms around your waist, his face diving into the crook of your neck. the night is filled with sorry’s and i love you’s as he lulls you to sleep.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ ricky

ricky spots you quietly crying on the couch after you had a small argument in his room an hour ago and he is unsure of how to treat the problem and how to comfort you. he grabs a glass of water from the kitchen and, without a word, hands it to you. while you quietly take a sip, he grabs a tissue from the coffee table, wiping your tears with a soft smile on his face. you pucker your lips, both as a sign of "i acknowledge this as an apology" and as a "i’m not mad at you anymore" and he giddily places a peck on your lips, then your nose and eventually all over your face. "i’m sorry" you two mutter at the exact same time and the coincidence makes you burst out loud, already forgetting about what you were mad about in the first place.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ gyuvin

it was hard to hide your tears from gyuvin who has been stuck to your side as soon as the argument toned down a bit. you had probably never seen him this quiet and it makes you think about how hurt he must’ve been. it was your first big fight with gyuvin and you’re still scared about how you’re supposed to solve it. you’re sitting on his lap, hugging, as you both stroke each other’s back. you pull back to look at him and notice his big round and sparkly eyes. he swipes his finger under your eye before the tear can roll down your cheek and you cradle his face in return, placing a small kiss on his forehead.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ gunwook

soft touches!! gunwook tries his best to understand and listen to you and he always makes an effort to be a good boyfriend overall. you couldn't help your sobs, feeling a bit embarrassed about how you were soaking his hoodie while crying on his shoulder. when you're done crying and ready to apologise for crying too hard because you were just being too emotional, he stops you. "it's okay to cry, you're all good" gunwook says softly, placing your head back on his shoulder as he glides his fingers through your hair. you end up talking all night about each other's concerns and feelings which definitely reinforced your relationship.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ yujin

honestly speaking, he might avoid you at first. teasing and bickering would be a common thing in you and yujin's relationship because you're still young and a bit childish sometimes. however, it was the first time such an intense fight happened. you could both hear each other's sobs as you awkwardly sit on the couch but you were purposely ignoring each other. out of spite? maybe. but out of fear? surely. when the room gets quieter, yujin finally speaks "why are you mad?" he asks bluntly. you glare at him, tears already building up again before he blurts out a "sorry." you pat his head, realising that he is just trying his best to apologise. give him some time and do not take his sometimes clumsy and honest comments to heart, he is still learning :)