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[mythvoiced]

@storieswrote​ | a kiss on the corner of the mouth. (sunho) spots to kiss

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She’s unfamiliar in her weight on his chest, not quite the way he knows her weight on his heart - an odd thing to say, considering the location of those two things overlap.

He’s imagined things like these, not naive enough to negate such thoughts, not holy enough to pretend that people are devoid of them entirely. But it’s different, with her breath ghosting and twirling in the air there where it can so easily mix with his, with her fingers pushed into the fabric of his shirt and somehow deeper and beyond, as if claws trying to rip into his chest and take what has been long promised to them - his heart, beating ever so stubbornly.

The reality is... well, as expected, better. Because nothing can beat the actual sensation, of her lips, soft as he’s not quite had to taste them yet, as they brush against his skin, past his own, as if wanting to tease, or perhaps only daring a step of this size, rather than the larger one they will be taking any minute now.

It’s also better because his mind can never hope to satisfy the image of her, the sound of her voice, or the very essence of her presence near him, when she stands in his personal space, when she does so on purpose, when there is no room for either of them to find an excuse to justify the proximity.

But the reality of the image can bring its flaws, mostly one, actually, one downside that he can’t stomach, that makes him act: if this is real, if this is what she wants, how can he be expected to not ask for more? How can he stand there, now, and not exhale through his nose, as his gaze drills into hers, as his hand finds her jaw.

He doesn’t want to hold her, he doesn’t want to keep her, he doesn’t want to stop her, he doesn’t want to do anything that she might not want, or cross a line etched beyond the one they had already crossed. But he wants to... he wants to...

He wants to gently watch his thumb caress her skin, he wants to lean back to get enough space to watch her properly, and he wants to stare at her lips, so she may see this for what it is: an opening, to push him away, or allow him in.

“Not like that... Please.”

#storieswrote #the seeker;storieswrote #the only roads i walk upon are the ones bearing your footprints;sunny & minho #if sunny does this further down the line of their relationship he might just go down on her right then and there- #WITH CONSENT always >:((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( #this one's also a lil shorter minho isn't very wordy ;;; #i also don't have a suitable gif-- #;queue

[mythvoiced]

@storieswrote​  | ‘ it made me think of you. ’ (gemwoo) — * love ♥ starters

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Even though he spends so much time thinking and mulling and musing over what Gemini might see in him, not virtues he wishes he could possess, but her honest perception of his soul, he doesn’t really spend much time thinking about it in a way that would be earthly.

He wonders if she likes something he said, if it’s okay if he lays his hand atop his, if he’s allowed to rest his face in the crook of her neck, if she noticed the way he smiled her way and how she’d taught him to smile like that in the first place. Does she mind it when he flinches at the sound of splashing water? Does it annoy her when he turns his head away from a bridge? How much can she be patient in regards to his hesitance before he does finally intertwine their fingers?

Those are the thoughts that accompany him.

To the point where he’s never wondered what comparisons may run in her mind in his regards, that would match all the pictures he’s painted with her name vowen into them. How he equals her to spring and summer, or the cosy fireplaces lit in winter. How he sees the stars in her, shining on her skin, in her eyes, in her smile. How he sees dry-land, the promise of stability, of the ground not shifting beneath his feet.

How she’s the sun to him.

He would have never guessed she saw the moon in him.

And yet the little trinket sits in his palms, small enough to fit into one of them, brilliant enough, precious enough, that he’d rather hold it with both. It made me think of you, she says, and as he looks down at the decorative figurine, he can’t help but think of how fitting it really would be, if he was the moon to her sun.

Shining almost exclusively when she’s around to give him her smile, shining even without her there, because the mere thought of her can make him feel warmer inside, because he manages to glow knowing he might tap her name on his phone and perhaps, if it’s okay, hear her voice again.

He smiles. He wants to kiss her.

And as he lifts his head and tries not to let too much of his insides show on his face - don’t want to overwhelm her, don’t want to scare her away - he is reminded that technically, she told him he can. So, wordless, because words don’t do her justice he leans and places his thanks on her lips.

#storieswrote #the survivor;jungwoo #i wish i could shine as bright for you as you do for me;gemini & jungwoo #not me directly referencing your writing with the Jungwoo=Gemini's moon comparison BUT IT HAD TO BE DONE #hyello i hope this is okay love you ;W; ♥ #;queue

[mythvoiced]

@storieswrote​ | a kiss on that space where jaw connects (daedoe) spots to kiss ---

The part about this... relationship, if they dare call it such - and it really is about daring, have the courage - that usually leaves him most gasp is, against what one might assume from choice of words alone, not bound to any bedsheets.

He doesn’t literally gasp, that’s not really his style, not really his brand of honesty, even though the descriptives usually associated with it do often overlap - mostly how both are elicited, and both can be feigned, and how he enjoys tugging at her until she looms over him and rips both out of his throat.

No, it’s more about the suddenness with which his heart stumbles over itself, that actually seals his lips tight for a second, then leaves them parted until he notices that the smile blooming on them isn’t pre-meditated and he’s really only looking at her because he can, and not because he’s expecting her to question why their gazes have met.

And it’s usually things like these.

He likes her bedroom. He likes her bedroom because he’s allowed into it, not in the physical sense, but in the intimate one: someone’s bedroom is their sanctuary, it is the one part of a home that is a little more home than the rest - unless, you deem another four walls worthy of this title in your particular case. It’s intimate, it’s somewhere he can see what she keeps on her bedside table, her clothes hanging in her wardrobe, somewhere from which he can witness, if allowed to stay ‘til morning, the beginning of her daily routine, her sleepy walk and the fragility of being allowed the sight of her not quite awake.

He likes her bedroom because he can hide in it too, be it to close his eyes to the world and focus on nothing but the essence of her wrapped tightly enough around him to threaten to suffocate him - he’s a praying mantis, isn’t he - or to simply stay, somewhere where no one suspects him to be, and where there’s enough of her that he wonders if the world outside even exists, or of he’s just made it up because he can’t go through the day with his daily quota of self-inflicted destruction, pain.

So he likes spending time in with. Laying on her bed, on his side, sometimes doing something meaningless like having his phone bother him with its attention, or skimming through the pages of whatever readable he’d gotten his hands on on the way to her place. Other times, he just lays, sits, stands there to watch her, like a curious serpent, tamed from within its terrain.

Even as she steps closer, he simply continues watching her.

As she leans down.

As he doesn’t move, because he doesn’t want to disrupt her intentions, because he’s always looking to see what happens next.

And as she kisses his skin, a spot that has met her lips plenty of times before, and is gladly waiting for the next occurrence of said kind, then comes the gasp that is no gasp, but sends his heart tumbling.

He sounds a little breathy as he chuckles and flops onto his back, hands moving in tandem to wrap around her neck and pull her down with him. But he doesn’t ask for more. Because this part, this intimate attention, is just making him want to hold on... lest he fall apart beneath it.

#storieswrote #the anarchist;doe #come on little kitten my darling detective one more lap and i'm all yours;doe & dae #did- did this get too long i'm sorry it's just.... i love them and YOU so heckity much so actually i'm not sorry #i do hope it's okay though ;;; ♥ #long post tw #;queue

[jeoseungsaja]

"Talk to me." (Hunger games AU)

@storieswrote-a ♚ from x.

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"What's there to talk about?"

His tone holds defensive tenor, as if slightly vexed by the request she's posing. It's not much the petition itself, or that it's coming from her; no. It's more about his intentions of sticking to his own principles. After all, he's there to train others, to let them learn how to survive; to pass on the knowledge he acquired after days of aching torment. He's not there to talk. Yeo's not there to talk, because he knows what could come out of conversations that could become lengthy if inner chronometer isn't used. He knows that more than a few exchange of words could grow into a tree that no longer wishes to be moved. He knows that despite the probability of a terrible fate, sentiments still have the capability to float and cling to the closest thing of affection. And so, he tries to stay detached from that.

He's seen them die. He's seen them be devoured by their own hallucinations. He's witnessed the fall of someone he thought would live. All of those things made him build a cold carcass around himself; all of those things built an iced sphere around him. Right now, it's as if he's figuratively holding her wrist, with fingers that have an ice-pick around them.

"We trained for the day, now we're done. Unless there's something important you want to talk about, you can go to your apartment; rest for tomorrow."

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#♔ || interaction (seol). #♔ || alternate universe (hunger games). #W H E W okay he has BITE in here IWHEDIUHWED I'm sorry #I just...really tried to imagine how he'd be here after I read about mentors and the consequences they have to deal with #by training tributes and seeing them not come as victors etc #So I felt Yeo would be cold as to stay as detached as possible (in the beginning) #ALSO I read that tributes have big apartments??? But do correct me if I'm wrong IWUHEUDHWD just going from things I've read #I hope this is okay and I hope it's okay that I wrote something in their initial stages! #Thank you for sending this in <3 #♔ || queue.

[mythvoiced]

what hozier song represents your love ?

From Eden

Love for you is about comfort and familiarity. Love is that feeling of coming home. It’s about always finding a way back to each other no matter what, because your love is stronger than what can keep you apart. “I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door” fits this so perfectly. Overcoming anything that has separated you, but also there’s something so gentle and true about waiting at your lover’s doorstep. It’s a pure connection of patience and belonging. You have belonged together since the beginning of time, and you feel that in your chest when you see them. There’s a magical eternity there between your souls.

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#;ooc #the goblin;about #not to... not to asSUME but... but if uhm i dk do you think idk this could fit a certain Someone IDK dk who knows i don't-- #okay but... this is... this is beautiful... and i have to sit down a moment because it does sort of feel like Shin #stronger than what can keep you apart BUT will also wait at the lover's doorstep AND-- that's the energy ♥ #i think i'm gonna take this quiz for hyun & also doe because those two are kind of running my brain atm idk-- #but maybe not post them i'll post the results in the tags here later DSKGLDJHLHGGH ♥ #ALSO you might see a few tagging memes because there's quite a bunch i never took and want to take still ♥ #NOTE: Hyun got Cherry Wine #and Doe got Wasteland Baby which is... it's a lot sweeter than i thought but it still fits him because #once you remove all the grit and caged-and-wounded-animal... something else lies beneath #;queue