#soft thoughts

[lambofmoss]

being weird and full of love can save you

and it might save those around you, too

[nerdy-mlm]

hairy chests. you agree. reblog

[starmatzz]

bf!yunho obsessed with touching you🖤

“Baby…” you heard Yunho mumble as he stepped out of the bathroom, towel-drying his damp hair.

You were already in bed, scrolling through your phone, but you glanced up for a moment.

Yunho was always the cutest when he was tired—soft, clingy, and completely obsessed with touching you in any way he could.

It didn't matter which body part it was; thighs, ass, waist..

But today's aim were your nipples. 

You felt the mattress dip slightly under his weight before his warm hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer.

His face nestled into your hair, and he inhaled deeply, letting out a low, satisfied groan.

Your back was to him, but you could still feel it—those half-lidded eyes watching you, heavy with sleep and something softer.

Yunho hummed, his big palm moving up to cup your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt.

His fingers kneaded the soft flesh absentmindedly, a slow, lazy touch. With a content sigh, he let his eyes flutter shut, completely at ease against you.

It wasn’t anything overtly sexual—just a quiet moment of intimacy, the kind that came naturally between you.

His thumb grazed over your clothed nipple, the light touch sending a subtle shiver through you as it hardened beneath the fabric.

A quiet hum of approval left his lips, and he lazily circled the sensitive bud with his fingertip, his movements slow and unhurried.

You didn’t react much—just kept scrolling through your phone, perfectly content to let your boyfriend touch you however he pleased.

[ihangelic]

BND WHEN YOU KISS THEM MID-ARGUMENT

pair ; boynextdoor (legal line) x gn!reader genre ; fluff, barely-there angst warnings ; established relationship, silly arguments, couple shenanigans, petnames wc ; 2k (abt 400 words each)

✉️ 𓂃 ₊˚⊹ note ; mb by @/aeriinwonderland

! . . . COPYRIGHT OF IHANGELIC

𝒥aehyun. . .

it’s not like you and your soft hearted boyfriend were prone to arguments, but today was a mix of stressors for the both of you that made for a perfect storm.

a grumpy look from jae, a snippy comment by you, and the next thing either of you knew, you’d been arguing for the last few minutes. (like ten minutes tops, but that’s long for you two.)

when you see the telling sign of tears in your boyfriend’s eyes, you know it’s gone too far; even if you’re only lightly bickering about who was the one to leave the tub of ice cream out on the counter to melt. (🍡 — continued under cut)

your boyfriend is as tough as a stuffed puppy: all soft on the inside, made for love and snuggles. he’s not used to arguing with you and he absolutely hates it.

your heart fills with guilt, and that small fire burning in your chest, fueling the argument— it’s snuffed out without a seconds notice.

jaehyun doesn’t even notice you walking closer (probably thanks to his unshed tears blurring his vision) until you’re wrapping your arms around his middle.

acting on pure instincts and the overwhelming need to make your baby feel better, you press a soft kiss on his lips, lingering for a long moment before pulling away with a small sound that has jaehyun’s stomach fluttering.

“wh— what…?”

he doesn’t even let himself come up with a complete thought or conclusion, his eyes instead dropping to your mouth before pulling you into another kiss.

and that second kiss turns into butterfly pecks all over his cheeks, which gets your myungie all giggly, making you laugh a little yourself— especially with how he returns the attack, peppering his lips all over your face and making you ticklish.

“i’m sorry, baby. i was being immature and i wasn’t even thinking about how i could be hurting you until i saw you tearing up.”

“s’okay,” he hardly manages to say between his ministrations. “i was being dumb too. n’ you made me all better now.”

jaehyun finally pulls away from your face enough for you to see the adorably happy smile on his lips, causing you to react in a similar fashion as you giggle and fondly shake your head.

“you’re such a sucker for kisses, aren’t you?”

(after that, receiving kisses by your boyfriend in the middle of an argument or whenever one starts brewing is a regular occurrence, and it works like a charm every time. <3)

𝒮ungho. . .

(surprised cat number one.)

you were having what could hardly even be called an argument with sungho in the middle of the kitchen after you just cleaned it.

your chores are split 50/50; so when sungho walked into the room and saw missed, messy areas untouched, he didn’t find it very fair.

his tone is honestly rather gentle, and he never will raise his voice at you— but as he picks up a ‘clean’ spoon to show you the spots still left on it, notices you didn’t rinse the sink out after washing the dishes, and sees that you didn’t spray down the counter— it just snow balls from there.

you can tell he’s getting frustrated when his face tenses and his soft lecture turns into mumbled rambles, more to himself than you.

you want to tell him that you’re sorry, that you were just kind of going on autopilot and not paying close enough attention to how well you were actually cleaning— but you’re unable to get a word in or for him to actually hear you over his own thoughts as he continues fussing over things in the kitchen.

then you’re struck with an idea, a lightbulb over your head; it definitely might be cheesy, but you have a feeling it will work.

before you can sike yourself out of doing it, you walk up to sungho and cup his face into your hands.

his eyes widen in surprise before you’ve even completed the main mission, and when you lean forward to kiss his lips, a soft gasp escapes them.

his hands move to hold your waist, even though he hasn’t been able to process what’s happening yet— all he knows is that you’re kissing him (and he really likes when you do that).

the kiss is sweet and lingering, sungho’s hands eventually moving to hug you against his chest as he comes back to his senses.

even when you finally pull away, his hold on you never falters.

“did you just use a drama tactic on me to make me shut up?” he asks, expression somewhat shocked as his brows are raised, yet he has an amused smile and fond eyes while he looks at you.

“yeah.” you admit smugly. “did it work?”

(spoiler alert: it definitely did.)

𝑅iwoo. . .

if you and your boyfriend are arguing, it’s most likely the two of you worrying about the other’s wellbeing and health.

for instance, if there’s a cold wind outside and you’re about to go out for a walk together, riwoo always picks up your coat from the hook to put it on you— but the problem is, you don’t always want to wear it.

“riwoo, it’s not even that cold. we’re gonna be walking around and then i’ll get too hot.”

“baby, you need to wear it!” 🥺

he speaks in pout, trying to convince you with his cute face and pleading eyes. “you know if you get too warm in it i’ll just carry it for you.”

your ‘arguing’ (which most onlooker would think is really cute and comparable to a married couple) would continue from there, until riwoo finally decides to try and wrangle you into his arms and put the coat on you.

you’re both giggling and struggling against each other— and if you’re being completely honest— you’re not really putting up much of a fight, on account that you secretly enjoy riwoo fussing over you.

finally he manages to hang the coat over your squirmy shoulders and wraps his arms around yours, putting you ‘in prison’ as he calls it, to keep you from just shrugging it off.

you give a bratty huff, and in an act of defiance and ‘revenge’, smack a kiss on riwoo’s unsuspecting lips.

it’s done before anything hardly had the chance to start, you quickly pulling away, pretending that you’re not super shy and kinda embarrassed at your own actions.

riwoo is also shocked, his cheeks pink and eyes wide as he stares at you.

but it only takes a few seconds for him to clue back in, lips curving into an adoring smile, because he utterly adores you.

“…why did you pull away so soon, baby?” he asks, and a moment later he’s pulling you even closer to press his lips to yours, the kiss lasting for a lot longer— and deeper.

you get so lost in his kiss that you don’t even think to protest how he pulls the coat up your arms and zips it up— until he pulls away with a sneaky laugh, pointing childishly at you as he teases.

(and despite you ‘losing’ the argument, you can’t find in yourself to care. he’s just too adorable.)

“i got you! now come on!” he smiles, and you can’t help but smile too, letting him take your hand and lead you out the door to begin your walk together.

𝒯aesan. . .

(surprised cat number two.)

taesan is a good boyfriend and doesn’t get mad super often, but there is little pet peeves he has; if you manage to do one of those things on the list, it’s hard for him to not get a little upset about it.

the thing is, you’d almost rather have him nagging at you for whatever you’ve done to offend him, but most times he doesn’t; rather, he’ll opt to give you the silent treatment or avoid you.

(and by ‘avoid’, i mean he’s gonna pout and mope around rooms he knows you’re residing in, never directly talking or interacting with you but clearly hoping you’ll look his way and pay attention— because he’s kinda just a huge baby; as much as he refuses to admit it, he likes being fussed over by you.)

“love, just tell me what’s wrong.” you ask, tone lightly whined. but (shocker!), he ignores you.

it keeps going like this, you begging for taesan to just tell you what’s wrong and him not answering, until finally he turns around to look you right in the eyes— and then the words flow like a dam bursting.

his tone isn’t mean, he’s just clearly bothered— and you try; you try really hard to take him seriously and listen to his complaint…

but he’s just so cute when he’s angry. 🤭 (like bfr. we’ve all seen that clip of taesan being ‘mad’ at leehan. he looked absolutely adorable and not scary at all, like a kitten that just got wet and is pouting about it.)

and as his rambling just keeps going, you hold on until you can’t resist anymore, grabbing him by the arms and planting a kiss on his lips.

and although he still has many things to say 😤☝🏼, he still returns this kiss, lips moving sweetly against yours when he realizes what’s happening.

when you pull away, you expect him to be smiling— but instead, he looks even more angry then before.

that’s when you start actually getting a little scared.

“wow. you’re really just gonna interrupt me when i’m talking like that?”

“i— i’m sorry, taesan. i was trying—“

before you can finish, he’s pulling you into his arms and kissing you with fever, confusing you even further.

but when you feel his lips smile against yours as he kisses you, you realize that he wasn’t ever actually mad all along. 🥹

𝐿eehan. . .

hannie is just sooo not the argumentative type, so that means it’s you who’s the problem! 🫵🏼 (jk, but also kinda fr.)

if there’s an argument it’s usually going to have to be started by you, simply because leehan is not very confrontational at all, and he’s rather easy to please and be at peace with.

he doesn’t really have any issues with you because he’ll bring it up before it becomes one. on top of that, it’s very rare for him to show frustration (and practically non-existent in the realm of possibilities when it comes to you) because it doesn’t really go along with his nature.

but with that said— he’s human, and he has bad days too.

you got upset with him over something and it turned into an argument; debatably a one sided one— or at least it seems like that when you’re the only one getting mad and hannie’s just sitting there quietly listening.

it’s not until you look over at him again and see his furrowed brows and soft eyes— which appear clearly upset by your strong, opposing opinion— that you finally realize you’re hurting his feelings.

and then your heart sinks, the argument completely worthless and stupid now as you stare at leehan’s shiny eyes, downtrodden with sadness. 🥺

and the way he’s just sitting there quietly makes you feel all the more awful.

so you hurry over to him and cup his cheeks to press a delicate kiss to his lips, desperately wanting to make him feel better and wipe that heartbroken look off his face immediately.

when you pull away from his lips, he gawks at you with a deer in headlights look, not saying anything at all.

it makes you feel a little awkward and unsure of if you did was the right thing, so you ask—

“um— did that…work?”

he pauses for a while longer before humming deeply. “i don’t know. maybe…try again?”

that makes your stomach flutter with hope, and you do as he says in an instant, giving a peck to his forehead.

“and..here?” he asks, boba eyes looking at you adorably while pointing to his left cheek.

then it’s his right cheek— then his nose— then his lips again, until finally you burst into giggles at the continuous loop.

“i’m sorry, baby. i was being a jerk. i’ll try to be more careful expressing myself next time.”

“it’s okay,” he smiles, all happy and calm and perfectly content as he gazes at you with the most loving eyes.

“but…” he hesitates, and you give him a look of encouragement to continue his sentence.

“does this mean you’re changing your mind about us having an underwater wedding?” 😃

“no, leehan! i’m not getting married to you in scuba gear!”

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[lilykatelyn-blog]

NIKI BF HEADCANONS PT 2.

warnings: none <3

requested by: @straykids143stay

WE’RE BACK!!

ᰔᩚ so he would totally make you do dance challenges with him. like 10 times out of 10, he’d make you film something with him and then post it to his insta.

ᰔᩚ basically bro wouldn’t even care about PDA. he’s so affectionate with jay sometimes so he’d totally be fine with it.

ᰔᩚ lowkey, he’d have probably met you at a concert and worked up the courage to sign your paper and secretly write his number on there.

ᰔᩚ PLEASE RUN YOUR FINGERS THROUGH THOSE LUSCIOUS LOCKS, he’s so fine, I might crash out. he’d totally have everyone gagged with his looks when he winks at you.

ᰔᩚ he absolutely doesn’t mind you biasing another member, as long as he’s your bias wrecker. and I feel like he’d be so in love if you told him you loved dancing.

ᰔᩚ TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIM, he does NOT get enough love, our baby. I-Land took his self image, crumpled it up, tossed it to the depths of hell, brought it back, cut it up, put it back together, shredded it, ate it, swallowed it, shit it out, and then put it in the garbage disposal.

ᰔᩚ he would so be ticklish. like just one tinnyyy finger running up his arm and he’d be cackling on the floor. give him a tiny kiss on his jaw and he’d be giggling from how much it tickled.

ᰔᩚ his morning voice is so deep, you cannot prove me wrong. HAVE YOU HEARD HIS AD LIBS IN CRIMINAL LOVE? BRO IS 19 AND CAN SPEAK LIKE FREAKING SURTUR FROM THOR RAGNAROK

that’s all I have for now my lovelies 💕💕💕

Pls request if u want more because I will so totally upload some more awesome sauce head canons.

[the-witty-pen-name]

You always says “Eddie baby” - always as two separate words like Eddie, Baby.. but it’s just become “Eddie baby” as a term of endearment to him.

“Eddie, baby, can you pass me the ornaments over there on the coffee table?”

“Eddie, baby, don’t forget to pick up the Christmas cards from the printer.”

“Eddieee… Babyyyy… can you do me a favor!”

“Eddie! Baby, I missed you so much.”

He doesn’t even think you realize how often you say it. It makes him smile every time. He’s heard you say it with every tone, in every context. He loves it so much. He won’t point it out because he worries you’ll stop.

[liliesformingi]

"better in the dark" - a jeong yunho oneshot by @liliesformingi

“when i saw you standing there, with the dyed-up blonded hair, they said that you had clout, i said i didn't care.” - ‘better in the dark’ by tv girl & jordana

author's note: listened to fleetwood mac while writing this and almost ascended

Yunho’s body was warm against yours, his arm slung around your shoulders. You leaned against his form, letting yourself inhale his scent from his sweater. It’s not like you could allow yourself to get used to it, anyway.

He wasn’t yours to savour. Well, not yet.

You’d been admiring the blonde boy from afar for quite some time. Discrete glances in classes, quick smiles in the hallway. He was reciprocative, but perhaps it was out of pity. You weren’t sure enough to think otherwise. 

He studied music. You studied art. The rooms were adjacent from each other, and when you’d stay after school to work on your respective assignments, you’d often see him through the door. Dim lights casting a soft glow across his face, eyes focused as he wrote intensely with his graphite pencil, sometimes so hard that the lead would snap, and he’d mumble a soft curse under his breath. Once, he must’ve noticed your presence, and he murmured an apology at his words, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

God, if he wasn’t the most heartwarming thing ever.

This particular evening, the two of you realised a little too late that the janitors who typically let you out had left, locking up the building behind them. As you pulled on the door handle, you realised that there weren’t any cars left in the carpark. 

You were stuck.

“Shit, were we too late?” a voice sighed from behind you, and you turned around to face Yunho in all his rosy-cheeked, bleached-hair glory. He was tall, you knew this, but as he stood behind you, he felt even taller. Not intimidatingly so, but like a giant puppy.

Had his eyes always been so big?

“Yeah, yeah I think so,” you replied, dodging his glance. “What’s the time?”

He checked his phone. “Just after nine. Do you have anywhere you need to get?” “Nope.”

“Me neither. Looks like we’re in for the night.”

“Unless you’re wanting to break a window?”

Yunho bit back a giggle. “Not particularly.”

The two of you walked in comfortable silence back to the arts department, turning on the hallway light so it felt a little less empty, a little less haunting. You settled yourself back into your spot in the art room, and Yunho packed up his guitar and equipment. After a couple of seconds of soothing background noise of him rustling around and murmuring to himself, you felt a presence behind you.

“Can I watch?” he asked, sliding himself into the seat across from you before you could comment.

“Sure, but you’ll see everything upside down from that spot,” you quipped, scrunching your nose in confusion.

“I actually wanted to watch you painting, not the painting itself, if that isn’t weird,” he replied, resting his chin in his hands. His eyes were glossy and brown and doe-like, blinking slowly every couple of seconds as he observed you and your actions. “You’re cute when you focus.”

You didn’t quite know how to respond to that, so you didn’t, although the soft peach hue tinting your cheeks was more than enough to tell the boy he’d made you feel something.

“I can’t pay attention when you’re looking at me,” you whined, setting your paintbrush down. It had been hovering awkwardly for the past few minutes, unable to resume your typical muscle memory of painting. You’d never had to think about your actions before.

He made you hyperaware of yourself, a sort of grounding presence that equally unsettled and overexcited you

“I’m sorry,” Yunho replied, although his tone was laced with a smirk that told you he wasn’t actually apologetic at all. “I can do something else, if you’d like.”

You shook your head. “No, I should probably stop now. It’s getting late.” 

So Yunho helped pack up your palette and brushes whilst you stowed your painting away safely on the drying rack, lightly flicking you with water as you washed your water pot. You rolled your eyes, but your pupils were bright and your smile was wide and your laughter was so, so infectious, something he wanted to drag out of you again and again.

Watching you giggle, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling, his heart felt filled, content. The moonlight through the huge windows was soft and gave the room a milky glow, illuminating your face in a dreamlike filter. Yunho didn’t think he’d ever felt so out of breath just standing by someone.

“You’re staring again,” you chuckled, nudging him playfully with your elbow. Yunho shook his head and blinked a few times, a smile settling on his lips. Then he stepped forward as you leaned to reach for a paper towel to dry your paint-stained fingers and suddenly, his hands were on your hips and yours were caught around his shoulders and he’d pressed your back towards the tile wall by the art room sink, eyes melting into yours like oozing honey.

His fingers were bruised and calloused from his guitar. Yours were permanently tinted with gouache and pen ink, nails painted a chipping burgundy. One of his hands found yours, fingers slipping easily between each other.

“Yunho,” you breathed, blinking quickly and glancing around the room. Your voice shifted to a soft whine, and you stared up at him with a pout. “I get nervous when you make eye contact for that long. It feels like you’re looking into my brain.”

“I’m trying to,” he mumbled. “I want to know what you’re thinking.”

“I’m actually not thinking about anything. My head is empty.”

“And why’s that?”

“A pretty blonde boy is less than thirty centimetres from my face and he’s holding my hand.”

Yunho chuckled. He slipped his other hand from your hip and pulled you down gently with him onto the floor, both of your backs leaning against the wall. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, tracing circles onto the exposed skin just below the cuff of your school shirt.

Everything was so meaningful, so intimate. Like he was savouring you. 

You swallowed your heart in one gulp and turned your body to face his, softly brushing your nose against him. It was a touch so light that you barely felt it, but your body was electrified and your head was spinning and before you could even come to your senses, his lips were on yours in a way that felt so careful, so right.

And you let Yunho kiss you for as long as your lungs could hold up. His fingers ran through your hair, yours snaked around the back of his neck. As you pulled away, lips swollen and panting, he stared at you again.

It felt like he’d breathed in your entire fucking being.

You leaned into his touch, letting him hold you on the cold floor of the art room. It smelled of oil paints, ink and paper, and he smelled of coffee, musk and amber, a scent so warm and something that felt so new yet familiar to your heart that you found yourself craving it despite its presence beside you, despite his presence.

You were falling harder and harder by the second.

“Kiss me again?” he mumbled, and you hauled yourself onto him without hesitation.

Maybe your confidence had been fuelled by the proximity, by the low lighting. You could barely make out each other’s features in the dimness of the room, but he was there. His breath was warm and he tasted sweet and God, you needed as much of him as you could get.

You didn’t know if this was going to become something you could come back to, an ongoing thing.

So you drank in the present, and he drank your soul.

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[semisasseater]

ILL NEVER LET YOU FEEL

alone again.

SUMMARY ‘ y/n has a hard time believing she deserves love after an abusive past relationship. jay is patient, staying by her side, proving to her every day that she’s safe with him. little by little, she learns to let him in.

𓊆 爵士 𓊇 x f!reader 㞫⠀⠀ ִ ⠀ 722 trauma anxiety self-worth issues mentions of abuse — 类型 angst fluff romance

✴︎ LIBRARY ✴︎

‧˚⠀⠀ 🤍⠀⠀ ɞ 作者注 : why does everything hate me :( also ill edit the tags later. stfu

Jay knew something was wrong from the moment he met you. The way you flinched at the slightest touch, the way your eyes darted around the room as if searching for an escape, the way you apologized for things that didn’t need an apology. He didn’t know all the details of your past, but he knew enough—enough to understand that someone had hurt you, broken you in ways he couldn’t even imagine.

And yet, you were still trying to stand on your own, still trying to prove that you didn’t need anyone.

“Let me carry that for you” Jay offered one evening, reaching for the grocery bags in your hands.

You immediately took a step back, gripping the handles so tightly your knuckles turned white. “No, no, it’s okay! I can do it I’m a grown woman” you blurted out, a hint of panic in your voice.

Jay sighed, his heart aching at how defensive you became over the smallest things. “I know you can baby. But you don’t have to do everything alone.”

You pressed your lips together, hesitant, before finally handing him a single bag—as if even accepting a small favor was too much. Jay didn’t say anything, only took it from you with a soft smile, treating the moment like it wasn’t a big deal.

It was always like this with you.

The worst part was when you thought he was upset.

One night, after a long day, Jay came home exhausted. He wasn’t angry, just drained, but when you saw the tired crease in his brows, the way he exhaled deeply, you immediately tensed.

“I-I’m sorry! I’ll stop talking I’ll leave you alone” you said quickly, already backing away like you expected him to snap.

Jay’s heart shattered. He reached for you, but you flinched away before he could even touch you.

“Baby no” he said gently, carefully lowering his hands so he wouldn’t scare you. “You don’t have to go anywhere i’m just tired that’s all.”

You swallowed hard, still looking unsure. “I—But I talk too much and I—”

“You’re not too much” Jay cut in, stepping closer this time, his voice firm yet kind. “You never have to apologize for talking to me. I love hearing your voice.”

Your lip trembled, as if you didn’t quite believe him, but you nodded, staying still when he finally wrapped his arms around you.

Jay never rushed you. Never forced you to open up. He just stayed, patient and steady, proving to you every day that he wasn’t going anywhere.

But nothing prepared him for the day you suggested he cheat.

It was late, the two of you curled up on the couch when you suddenly said, “You don’t have to stay faithful to me you know.”

Jay blinked, turning to look at you like you had just spoken in another language. “…What?”

“I mean, I get it” you said softly, playing with the hem of your sleeve. “I’m… I’m not the best girlfriend you could be with someone better someone normal.”

Jay stared at you, utterly baffled. He couldn’t even form words at first, too stunned by what he had just heard.

“Are you—Baby, what the hell?” His voice came out sharper than he intended, and you immediately shrank back.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you mad—”

“No, I’m not mad” Jay cut in quickly, cupping your face gently so you wouldn’t pull away. “I just… I don’t know how you could even think that.”

You bit your lip, avoiding his gaze. “I don’t know… I just feel like… I don’t deserve you.”

Jay exhaled sharply, pressing his forehead against yours. “You deserve the world. And I love you. Just you. Only you. I would never ever want anyone else.”

It took time. So much time. But little by little, you started to believe him.

You stopped apologizing so much. You let him carry the groceries without hesitation. You didn’t flinch when he reached for you, and you even started seeking out his touch, curling into his arms without fear.

One day, as Jay reached for your hand, you didn’t just let him—you held his hand back, squeezing his fingers gently.

And for the first time, Jay saw it.

A genuine, unguarded smile.

It was small, barely there, but it was real.

And it was beautiful.

@semisasseater

[slutforjaeyun]

YALL 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🛐🛐🛐🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 HIS VOICE, I REPEAT HIS VOICE😭😭😭😭!!! HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING 😭😭 U CAN'T TELL ME HE WASN'T GROANING ON PURPOSE

[secondbeatsongs]

today one of my most beloved friends forgot that people in england speak english.

it's been hours since then, and the thought still warms me through like holding a hot drink between your hands in a kitchen where someone was recently cooking, the air soft and spiced and smelling like home, lingering remnants of the effort of making a meal that's meant to be shared with others.

jesus fucking christ I love her so much. she's so stupid. I hope we stay friends until the day we die

[lambofmoss]

life truly is about love and cats

[petaltexturedskies]

You are made of the same magic as the moon, the trees, the rivers. Remember where you come from.

[starmatzz]

lazy love💤💘

bf!yunho x gf!reader

There were days when neither of you had the energy for anything big, but that didn’t mean you didn’t crave each other’s presence. Tonight was one of those nights. Too drained from school or work, you both collapsed onto the bed, exhaustion settling into your bones.

Yunho’s arm snaked around your waist, his warmth familiar, but you let out a tired hum of disapproval.

“Not tonight, baby,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

He stopped immediately, reading the fatigue in your eyes. Instead of pulling away, he gazed at you with soft, pleading eyes.

“Can I still be close to you?”

A small nod was all the permission he needed. Without hesitation, he scooted closer, his body now aligned with yours. His presence was comforting, steady.

Then, gently, he leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips. It wasn’t rushed or full of fire—just a quiet, unspoken reminder of his love.

Suddenly, his hand moved, slipping in between your legs. 

 “Is this okay?” he asked softly, his voice laced with care.

You gave a small nod, barely lifting your heavy eyelids.

His fingertips traced gentle patterns over your clothed pussy—not with any intention beyond comfort, just a quiet attempt to ease the tension from your body. And it was working.

Your muscles gradually loosened, the last remnants of exhaustion slipping away as you sank deeper into the mattress. Eyes still closed, you let yourself melt into his touch, feeling safe, feeling loved.

He pressed a little harder on your clit, and a soft gasp escaped your lips before you could stop it.

Yunho immediately stilled. “Shh… I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice filled with quiet concern.

His touch shifted, now cupping your pussy with gentle hands instead. His thumb brushed over the top of your pussy in slow, soothing strokes, grounding you in his warmth. No rush, no expectations—just him, making sure you were okay.

Yunho leaned in again, pressing another kiss to your lips—slow, unhurried. 

His lips moved against yours with the same tenderness as his touch, neither rushed nor demanding. Just a quiet reassurance, a gentle reminder that he was there, that he loved you.

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾Late night thoughts 002☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

"Let me help you, baby," Chan x Reader

Chan wraps his arms strongly around your waist as you're focused on stirring the boiling pasta. You're in the kitchen of your small apartment, the gentle scent of boiling pasta wafts through the air. He's warm, and you lean back slightly into his embrace, enjoying the closeness.

Outside, the soft glow of the setting sun casts a warm hue over the kitchen.

Chan rests his chin on your shoulder, his breath tickling your neck as he watches you stir the pasta with genuine interest. "I love being here with you," Chan murmurs, his voice filled with contentment as he presses a soft kiss against your temple.

You close your eyes for a moment, savoring the tenderness of the moment. "I love having you here," you whisper back, feeling grateful for his presence.

With the pasta cooked and ready to be dressed, you reach for the jar of marinara sauce, moving carefully so as not to disturb Chan

Your happiness quickly turns to frustration as the lid stubbornly refuses to budge. You twist and turn, trying every trick in the book, from tapping the lid to running it under warm water.

"Let me help you, baby," he says warmly, as he senses your frustration with the stubborn jar lid. "You should never have to lift a finger when you're with me."

You turn to face Chan, a grateful smile spreading across your face. His eyes meet yours, his touch reassuring against your skin.

"Thank you," you murmur softly.

Chan's smile widens at your gratitude. Feeling your gaze on him, he flexes his muscles subtly. His playful demeanor lightens the mood, turning a simple moment into something more intimate and sweet.

"You know I've got this," he says with a chuckle as he gently takes the jar from your hands.

.......and then proceeded to embarrassingly struggle to open the jar as well.

ઇଓ Authors Note; dont ask me what this is LOL . I thought it was funny

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Soft SKZ Thoughts

I should be finishing my fic but everytime I sit down to write, I just end up thinking soft thoughts >~<

→ Jisung writing love songs for you because he can only think about you. Its either the best thing he's ever written, or the worst, but you love them all the same. The first love song he ever wrote was followed by him asking you out on a date, and its the same song he'll sing at your wedding years later.

→ Minho smiling at you everytime you walk in a room. He cant control how much he gravitates towards you, always wanting to be close. He doesnt even care if the others tease him, because he gets to watch you smile back at him. He gets to kiss you hello and goodbye. He gets to love you.

→ Chan watching you as you sleep, trying to memorize the dips in your face, counting the seconds between each breath, wondering how he got so lucky to have met you. He'll make your sleeping face his lockscreen, and often complains that he can only fall asleep with you at his side.

→ Jeongin is determined to play tough when you first meet, but you crumble his walls faster than a wrecking ball in a miley cyrus mv. He's smooth, he's got all the right words, and he wont hesitate to make the first move. But he'll be smiling and giggling into his pillow that night, and the first time he kisses you? his lips will be tingling for hours after.

→ Cooking with Felix. You end up with something smeared on your face and a giggling australian, and whether you retaliate or pout, youll be getting a soft kiss as apology in the end. Dont be surprised if one day he bakes you your favorite treat. He personally called up your closest friends/relatives to find out what you liked.

→ Changbin scooping you up into a hug whenever you see each other. doesnt matter if its been months or hours, he always want to hold you in his arms. You always get a free seat on his lap, always get a free hug when its cold, and all you need to do is ask before hes dropping everything to get you whatever you want.

→ Seungmin watches you. He plays it cool, smiling or looking away if you catch him, but really he cant help it. He memorizes your orders at a restaurant, files away the names of all your friends, the way the sunlight hits your face and makes you glow. He wants to know everything about you.

→ Hyunjin, ever the hopeless romantic, falling for you within weeks of meeting each other. He loves washing your hair, giving you massages, watching whatever you want on movie night, imagining your face to every love song he hears. He'd already planned out his wedding vows by the time he finally asked you out, and he sometimes rehearses them in the shower.

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"ew! i have a boyfriend, so hands off," you slur, your words tumbling out in a jumble. you wobble in the grasp of the larger guy, who effortlessly holds you.

mingi lets out a sigh as you try to break free from his embrace. the man is naturally stronger than you, with his muscles showing off the hours spent at the gym. moreover, the alcohol in your system makes your feeble attempts to push him away even more pointless.

"tiny, i'm tired and you're totally wasted," he says, crouching down to fix the mini skirt that's riding up on your bare thighs. "let me take you home."

"my boyfriend's on his way. he's gonna kick your ass," you groan, slapping his hand away from your thigh. he chuckles at the sight, the same hand you just hit now gently stroking your hair, offering you comfort as the impending migraine creeps up on you.

"hey baby, look at me," he shushes you and he grips your chin, making you meet his gaze. he examines every single feature of your face, noticing how the glitter that was once on your eyelids has now found its way to your cheekbones. with his thumbs, he gently removes the specks, and you instinctively close your eyes, feeling a pleasant tingle where his touch lingers.

"don't call me that, am not your baby," you retort with a scrunch of your nose and he can't help but find you utterly adorable even though the disgusted action was directed at him. mingi clicks his tongue disapprovingly, looking down at you. he's tired, and you had convinced him to go out tonight, promising a good time since it had been ages since you both went out together. he agreed, unable to resist your begging, completely smitten with you. but now, as he reflects on his actions, he's starting to regret it a little.

"fuck, you're lucky i love you," he mutters quietly, playfully pinching your cheek. he crouches down, bringing his face closer to yours. your wide eyes gaze up at him, filled with uncertainty, wondering why this "stranger" is getting closer to you. "don't you recognize me tiny? you're breaking my heart." mingi says, taking your hand and guiding it to his hair. without thinking, you instinctively tug at the strands, as if it's a reflex ingrained in your mind. "you begged me to dye my hair this color and you don't recognize me?"

he watches with delight as recognition flickers in your eyes upon seeing his blond locks, and your face breaks into a wide, toothy grin. bursting into fits of giggles, you exclaim, "mingi!!!" and leap into his sturdy arms, as if it's been ages since you last saw him. taken aback, he grabs hold of you, momentarily stumbling backward in surprise. he erupts into laughter, declaring, "there she is." with one hand supporting you beneath your behind, your legs wrap around his waist. he then bends down to retrieve the pink heels that slipped off your feet during the leap, and you tighten your grip around him, laughing uncontrollably as you almost lose balance, but his hold remains strong.

"let's get you home tiny," mingi murmurs, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, feeling a sense of comfort wash over you. closing your eyes, you surrender to sleep, trusting him to guide you back home safely.

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