#g: woozi

[jjunhui]

that woozi. 

[17isrighthere]

SEVENTEEN 😴 SLEEPY SYNDROME

[ravixen]

Hi!!! I really love your werewolf au like no joke and I can't get enough of itttt. I wanted to request like a situation where members found out their mate was injured by another pack (for the members: seungcheol, mingyu, hoshi, dino andddd woozi!!) Thank you, ly and your writing lotss and have a great day <33

svt + injured s/o

➔ reaction || werewolf!au

➔ warnings: mentions of violence & injuries || 1.2k words ➔ notes: gen, fluff, comfort ; hi again! if you like this energy, i recommend my reactions for svt + protecting you (y/n is being threatened by another shifter!!), + your werewolf ex (another good one!!), and + smelling like other pack; there's a similar theme of protection. (you can look for them on my masterlist!! sometimes the #werewolfau tag doesn't work.) but i like the specificity of this prompt, even though it's not reeeally werewolf!au. i hope you still like it!

SEUNGCHEOL: oh, they have a death wish. everyone knows that seungcheol will go to the ends of the earth for his people, yet some runt decided to put hands on his partner? he's furious, but to be honest, he's a little mad at you, too. when you get home, you don't even bother hiding your scratched up sleeves. you spit into the sink, blood from your split lip splattering against the basin before being washed away. and then you have the audacity to grin over your shoulder and go, "should've seen the other guy." yes, he's proud of you for fighting back with everything you had, and yes, he knows that you're strong, but you're still a human against a supernatural being. you were lucky that this other pack member was a young one, still growing into his strength. after helping you get cleaned up—your shirt unfortunately goes straight to the bin—he throws on his jacket and tracks down this other guy immediately. and wow, you were not kidding, you did a number on your opponent, who nurses their wounds as yet another pack member watches on. "I don't have anything else to add," he says, shrugging. "looks like you learned your lesson, but just in case, know that if you try this again..." he takes a step closer, hands casually in his pockets, and it's enough to make everyone flinch. "I won't hesitate to return it tenfold."

SOONYOUNG: he has to literally be held down by jihoon and mingyu. he's pissed, but he can't decide if he wants to beat up whoever did this to you or stay by your side the entire time. luckily, you make the choice for him by shooing away his friends. they let go with reluctance but hover in case anything happens. you're an angel, he realizes—you're the one hurt, but he's shaking in anger and you're making sure he's okay. "I'm fine!" you say, reaching out for his hand. he can't take it, though. his hands are fists by his side, and he's sure he's breaking skin with how hard he's clenching them. so instead, you cup his face, thumbs smoothing out the tension between his brows. you're not fine. he can see red marks along your collar, though less red now that jeonghan's applied some ointment, and in a few hours, they'll start blooming into bruises that'll serve as a reminder of his incompetence. he sets his jaw, and you feel the movement beneath your palms. "really, I'm okay, soonyoung. I'm alive." he gives a short huff of a laugh before grumbling, "that's the bare minimum." he leans into your touch like you're absorbing the fire in his veins. "I don't want you to stop going out—they shouldn't feel like they won—but let's brainstorm, okay? weapons? sprays? more silver jewelry?"

JIHOON: "hey, are you and minghao still by the mountains right now?" he blinks in surprise at seungcheol's sudden question. why bother calling for something so simple? he leans his forearms over his bike's handlebars, and a few feet ahead, minghao waits patiently with a granola bar in his mouth. "yeah, you need something? ...uh, we're about ten minutes away from that park. why? ...minghao? sure." he passes the phone off to his friend, wondering why seungcheol is being so vague and cryptic, but it must be important because minghao's expression hardens. "you got it. you want me to tell him now or wait until we get there?" okay, now they're both being suspicious. minghao glances at him out of the corner of his eye before putting the phone on speaker. "minghao's in charge of talking to them, alright? jihoon, you're there for the physical threat." which is strange because he's not a fighter. "make sure hao keeps control." seungcheol hangs up with one last instruction: "give 'em hell, jihoon." he can't make heads nor tails of this, but he doesn't question it when seungcheol's giving out orders so seriously. then his phone dings and his heart drops. it's a picture of you, grimacing as wonwoo bandages up what are clearly scratch marks. give 'em hell? oh, jihoon's about to make them pray to a god they don't believe in.

MINGYU: he does not care about seeking revenge. actually, that's a misleading sentence. he cares about it, but he'd rather delegate that responsibility to the others, fully trusting that they would take care of it better than he would. and judging by seokmin's stormy expression as he left with a few others, mingyu's friends are almost as mad as he is. but now you're waking up from your nap and he doesn't have time to worry about what's happening on the other side of town when your eyes are fluttering open and looking for him. "I'm right here," he reassures you, helping you sit up and drink some water. "does it still hurt?" you shake your head. "not as much as before. it's mostly a dull ache in my shoulder, but I don't want to move it too much." you prod at the area and hiss sharply, and he grasps your hands in his. "maybe...don't try that again." at least you're laughing. he tries to, too, but the sound comes out warbled, like he's holding back tears. he knew that getting you involved in his world would be dangerous, but seeing you injured because of him confirms every fear he ever had. he tightens his grip on your hands. "why don't we change your bandages and watch a movie or something, hm?" anything to take his mind off of it.

CHAN: you properly dressed the wound before you met up with him so that his sensitive nose wouldn't pick up the smell of blood, but he's not an idiot—he can clearly see you favoring your left leg, and of all things, you're on a walking date. he nods at the nearest park bench. "sit down, y/n." you wrinkle your nose at being caught, and before you've even sat down, there's excuses flying out of your mouth. he's not listening; he's focused on rolling down your sock and finding a giant bandage and gauze right above your ankle. he doesn't want to pick it off to look at the damage, but even without x-ray vision, he feels like he knows what this is. "so I'm guessing this isn't a normal injury," he says calmly, not letting his tone betray his assumptions, "because you would've told me about it. did you go to that area that I said was off-limits?" "not exactly, but...yeah. close. I guess close enough." you wince. "it's not that bad!" he rolls your sock back up. "there's been reports of territory pushing there. if they attacked you, that's grounds for retaliation." he finally looks up and cracks a smile. "what's with the sad face? I'm not mad at you. why don't we go home, hm? and you can tell me what happened." he's surprisingly mature about the whole situation, and that unnerves you. good. it's going to be worse for his opponent.

[arwensundomiels]

HOSHI & WOOZI VOGUE KOREA (2023)

[junkissed]

not so silent night

day seven of junkissed’s svt season’s greetings event

member — music teacher!jihoon x english teacher!reader genre — fluff, some humor word count — 1.4k synopsis — your students have been trying to set you up with the other teachers all year. but what happens when the hot music teacher actually says yes? warnings — children being mischievous, maaybe suggestive at the end, if you choose to take it that way notes — lowercase intended. fun fact i wrote this on the greyhound bus coming home over thanksgiving break lol

edit [01/11] : i have added a second part to this fic called "not so holy night"! it is nsfw so minors dni. you can read it here!

one reblog = one scheming child

“why don’t you have a boyfriend?”

you look up from the essay you’re grading. “‘excuse me?”

the little girl sitting at the desk closest to yours is staring at you. “how come you don’t have a boyfriend?” she repeats.

you hold in a laugh. “it’s silent reading time, heather. go back to your book.”

“you could date one of the other teachers,” she continues. “you know, my music teacher mr. lee is single. do you think he’s hot?”

“i think you need to finish your book, or else you’ll be staying in at recess to clean the whiteboards.”

she shrugs and rolls her eyes, but opens her book again. “somethin’ to think about.”

the bell rings signaling recess, and the room erupts in a flurry of little voices and papers rustling as the students put their books away and head outside. you follow them out, standing by the entrance to your classroom as they file out the door.

a man stands across the hall, similarly watching his students leave. you know he’s the music teacher; the drums that you hear every morning during third period are evidence of that. but other than that, you don’t know much about him. except now, thanks to nosy junior high girls, you know he’s not married, at least.

“good morning, mr. lee,” you say when you catch his eye.

he smiles. “please, call me jihoon.”

“how are your students?”

“good, good,” he says, crossing his arms. “and yours?”

“jumpy as always,” you laugh politely.

“wouldn’t expect any less, this close to winter break,” he replies. despite the small talk being no different than it is any other morning, you find yourself looking more closely at him for the first time.

“speaking of,” you start, “ are you going to the staff party this weekend?”

he leans against the door of his classroom. “wasn’t planning on it.”

“oh.” you stand awkwardly for a minute before nodding politely and turning to go back in your room, thinking the conversation is over.

“do you… would you wanna go with me?” you hear from behind you.

you spin around. “what?”

he shrugs, clearly trying to act nonchalant. “if i show up by myself and my students get wind of it, i’ll never hear the end of it.”

you pause. “why?”

he sighs. “they keep trying to set me up with other teachers. there’s only so many math teachers in the school, and they’re all married. if i don’t do something, they might move on to the language teachers.”

“i know the feeling,” you say, laughing, but you wonder if he was trying to say anything with that comment: you’re a language teacher. but you're probably just reading too much into it. “what is with kids and trying to put people together?”

“ah, you too?” he smiles. “it’s probably the same students doing it to both of us.”

“the group of girls that always wear the matching hair bows?”

“mhm, the very ones.”

you grin. “maybe we should go out, give them something to gossip about.”

his cheeks flush pink, and he coughs, reaching up to adjust his tie. “i– um…”

you panic at his reaction. “sorry! just a– joke…” you trail off.

“do you… like coffee?” he asks suddenly. you raise your eyebrows, and he laughs, gesturing to the mug in your hand. “that’s a stupid question, sorry.”

“i do like coffee, yes,” you giggle. neither of you are exactly the smoothest people in the world, but talking with him somehow feels natural.

“second period is my prep,” he says, fidgeting with his hands.

“i know,” you laugh, and he gives you a confused look. “i mean, it’s the only time i don’t hear your class.”

“oh,” he chuckles. “sorry about that. i always tell them not to mess around, but, what can you do?”

“don’t worry about it,” you smile. “so, coffee?”

“is tomorrow good?”

“the sooner the better,” you joke.

“i’ll see you then,” he smiles.

you clear your throat. “well, i’ve got grading to do, i should probably… go…”

“oh! yeah, of course,” he says, uncrossing his arms and wiping his palms on his pants. “i should go too, before the kids get back.”

“it’s nice talking to you,” you add at the last second.

his face lights up, and you’re glad he took it as a compliment instead of meaningless small talk. “yeah, you too!”

you grin awkwardly and slip back into your room, shutting the door behind you.

damn, it hasn’t been that long since you’ve been on a date. you didn’t think your flirting was that rusty. but if you wanted to prove these kids wrong, you’d have to step up your game.

although it’s none of their business, you’re so excited about the date, you almost want to tell heather and the other girls that yes, a so-called “old woman” like yourself is still capable of getting a date.

you grin to yourself and shake your head, going back to the stack of papers on your desk, hoping to get the last of your grading done before recess is over and your next class comes in.

the next morning you wake up before your alarm, a feat that hasn’t happened in years. you stand in front of your closet for what’s probably close to an hour, trying to find the perfect outfit.

why are you so worried about this? it’s just coffee, you reason with yourself. no need to get all crazy over it.

still, it takes you at least another ten minutes before you finally pick out something to wear. giving yourself one last once-over in the bathroom mirror, you grab your keys and head out to your car half an hour earlier than you normally do. maybe sitting in your classroom before school will give you some time to figure out what the hell you’re about to do.

it’s not against the rules, per se, for one teacher to date another. but you can’t help but be nervous if something goes wrong. you can’t exactly avoid him when his classroom is directly across from yours.

to your amazement, the date goes great. yes, so maybe the “date” is just the two of you sitting in the starbucks down the street from the school, but at this hour of the day, it’s quiet. everyone’s either busy at work or dropping their kids off at school.

you learn a lot about mr. lee— jihoon, as he insists, that morning. like how he always wanted to be a music producer, and how he was in a band in college that was actually pretty successful.

too soon, you check your watch and realize it’s almost time for third period. you stand up, smoothing your coat down with your hands.

“are you still going to the staff party this weekend?” he says, just as you’re about to open the door.

you smile. “i was, yeah.”

he twists his coffee cup in his hands nervously. “do you maybe wanna… get drinks, or something before? we could carpool. i know this place downtown that has great cocktails. if you’d be, um, into that,” he finishes shyly.

you beam. “that sounds like a lot of fun. i’ll text you my address?”

he fumbles to grab his phone and hand it to you, nearly spilling his drink in the process.

“you should… call me, sometime,” you say as you text yourself from his phone to save the number.

“i will,” he says with a sheepish grin, and you know he means it.

“so you have a boyfriend now?”

you glance up. “and what makes you think that?” you say. okay, so maybe you do technically have… something, now.

“i saw pictures of you and mr. lee on the school’s facebook from the christmas party,” heather says nonchalantly.

before you can even think of a response, something like, “why are you searching for pictures of me,” or, “since when does the school have a facebook profile?”, she shrugs and goes back to her grammar assignment.

you hold in a laugh, watching her. she doesn’t say anything more, so you look back at the homework in front of you, waiting to finish being graded.

“if you two get married, can i be the flower girl?” you hear a minute later, interrupting the silence. “since it was me that got you together.”

“we’ll see,” you glare playfully, raising your eyebrows. with the success of the last few dates you’ve been on, you can’t say it isn’t entirely out of the question. but that’s not something you’re about to tell heather and her little gossip group. especially after what happened when you got back to jihoon’s house after the staff party; those details, you’ll have to keep to yourself.

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[wheeknow]

_WORLD 🌏 eye contact vers ft. leader line

[cyanide-sippy-cup]

Game like Spiritfarer but for Norse mythology and the World Serpent is the sky background.

[starskichild]

You know you're corrupted by the g/t and borrower fandom when your dad tells you the cats caught a mouse in the kitchen and he put it in the compost pile and you feel the absolute need to check up on it cause your like:

"What if it isn't just a mouse?"

[peppermintflavoredlove]

I NEED MORE INFO ON BORROWER SCUDWORTH!!!!!!

whoever sent me this (i have a hunch.....) reveal yourself immediate. anyway i will draw for it later but i had some rough ideas last night while eating some freezerburnt belgian waffles

basic lee he USED to live liek, in the Shadowy Figure's house until he got seen 😧 and like its one thing to get seen by a regular human but THAT kind of human? youre pretty much asking to be experimented on. so he decided he didnt really have anything left to lose and started oh so humbly assuring the shadowy figure that he was an awesomeees scientist and knew how to do things most humans could only dream of!! whichhh somehow worked. he was given a simple mission(: clone some guys. so easy!!!!) and granted a lightly modified, earlier model of butlertron to use as a sort of mech so that he would be able to dig up and transport the bodies, but nowadays he just has his beautiful husband do things for him ❤️ ❤️ hes an ungrateful little rat bitch with 10 tons of pure ego squeezed into a half ounce body ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

bitch ⬇️

[17isrighthere]

WOOZI for @suuho RUBY / 220113

[ravixen]

svt + not choosing their team

➔ reaction || not requested || staff!au || leader line

➔ warnings: none || 574 words ➔ words: fluff, gose staff!y/n ; happy monday! i'm sure people noticed that i post at a different time than usual :) still monday, but at midnight est instead of the afternoon. i find that it just works better for my queue. this post is inspired by the wonwoo gose dinner, when all the staff chose different colored ties! i like doing platonic!staff interactions, too, but this is self indulgent. in fact, since i can't write a whole thing right now, this is 100% for my personal satisfaction. if you liked it, please reblog!

SEUNGCHEOL: the poutiest, and i don't say that lightly. he watches as the staff members drift into separate groups, and when he sees that you're clearly not in his, he crosses his arms and gets that determined look you know too well. it's the one with the fired up eyes and the set jaw and the rolled back shoulders and the shoulder-width stance. it doesn't bode well for the other teams—something that jeonghan notices, too, because he taps your boyfriend's lower back as a warning. seungcheol is the competitive type, even when the stakes are low. (his iconic line from seventeen vs going seventeen still rings true.) once we add in the fact that you're rooting for another team? he's going to try his best to make you regret it. he doesn't mean to be a sore loser, but it can definitely come off that way if he's not careful on camera. once he actually talks to you later, though, all of the bravado is gone. what's left is a sulky baby who leans his head on your shoulder, blinks his pretty eyes, and asks why you didn't believe in him.

SOONYOUNG: ok, maybe he's the poutiest. as soon as the staff members start moving, his bottom lip juts out and the complaints start, which is rare for him. his voice is petulant as he says the groups are uneven, there's a clear divide in staff preferences, people are going to regret not choosing him, etc. just reaching for anything he can complain about, but he's mostly drowned out by the overlapping audio as the louder members yell out advertisements for their teams. he's being so obvious about his dissatisfaction, it's cute. it doesn't escape you (or anyone else paying attention, for that matter) that as he circles the groups, he keeps hovering around yours—back to the camera, hands on his hips, pout pointed straight at you. he won't push too hard because you've cast your lot with someone else, and the games are starting soon anyway, but he comes to terms with it fast. i mean, yeah, he'll be super proud of himself if he won with you on his team, but imagine if you took a chance on him and he lost horribly? twice the reward, twice the punishment.

JIHOON: honestly, he wouldn't choose his team either. it's not that he has terribly bad luck; he just has a strange team. team comp diff, he'd say, ignoring the fact that he's lost the pirate barrel game in one shot before. still, when his eyes scan for you in the crowd and spot you in someone else's corner, he can't help feeling a little disappointed...like he's already let you down somehow? he gives a tiny nod of indifference, more to convince himself than anything else, but it's clearly a front while he internally debates: should he try his best to win for his team or should he try to get your team to win? he saw the way you lit up when the prizes were announced, and regardless of the circumstances, he always has a soft spot for getting you what you want. the members like teasing him about it, but he cares about your happiness and that's something he stays unabashed about. as if knowing what he was thinking, seungkwan gives a warning glare and mouths, don't throw the game. alright, maybe having good content ranks higher today.

[arwensundomiels]

lovelorn and nobody knows love thorns all over this rose SLUT! (1989 TV)

[ojirocardigansniper]

just finished archive undying (the mecha book that got fucking hatecrimed by tor marketing on tumblr dot com) and conclusion is i fucking LOVE books that have me almost passed out from the g forces of trying to keep up with what the FUCK is going on . that shit went CRAZY ‼️ if a book doesnt make me feel like im having a neurological fucking event reading it dont even BOTHER

[k-pop-lovers]

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