Hello :333 Could I please ask for number 5 from touch prompts with Hongjoongie :333333
one for you, huh?
hongjoong (atz) + shaking hands knotted together | angst
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Your breaths come out in small clouds. Your vision is getting hazy, looking at the white puffs of air is like imagining animals and objects being allowed to exist for a short moment before they dissipate. There’s a weight on your shoulder that you lean your head against. His hair feels like little icicles. The sharp cold doesn’t startle you. Somehow, it feels natural.
Hongjoong squeezes your hands. You can barely feel them, so you don’t think he’s faring much better. Did it work? That little attempt to bring blood, warmth, life into them? You wonder. You can’t really tell. You’d rather not try to flex your hands at all than do and realize you can’t move the muscles anymore.
“They’ll be here any moment now,” Hongjoong whispers, faintly. He’s tired. So are you.
Was it misfortune or foolishness? You thought you prepared enough, but apparently not. Your blurry gaze turns towards the empty road in front of you. It sparkles, the milky way has fallen onto the earth. Will they make it?
“Don’t fall asleep,” you remind him. You look at your hands. Intertwined. Trembling. That’s strange - you can’t feel it at all. Maybe the slight movement is the only reason they’re not frozen together yet.
Wind blows past. You feel like you’re turning into stone. A statue warning others - don’t make the same mistakes we’ve made. Turn around, whatever’s beyond this point is not worth your lives.
At least you’ve made it this far. At least you’ve had a chance - have a chance, he’d say if he could read your mind.
“It looks like we’re on the moon,” Hongjoong whispers. You feel the smile in his voice. Somehow you feel yourself getting warmer. It feels nice.
“Maybe we’d float too,” you hum. It feels like it. Your body does feel light. And warm. So warm. Can he feel you radiate heat? Is it warming him up? That would be nice. He could make it then.
“It’s so nice,” he murmurs. His head is getting heavier. You shrug your shoulder to scold him. At least you think your body still obeys your will. “So quiet.”
It is. The snow makes all the noise of the world seem like you’re listening to it with cotton stuffed in your ears.
Your eyelids are too heavy. Your gaze falls on your hands. They fit together so well. You wonder if the ice could keep them interlocked together forever. Maybe it’d make you into one as well.
Your eyes finally fall closed. Hongjoong is quiet.
But then tires screech. Or someone screams. You don’t know.
ateez most to least to smother you in your sleep unintentionally
i want u to know this implies the least person does it intentionally ...and thats how imma read this
disclaimer: this is just for funsies. for funsies.
MOST
San
San wouldn't dare hurt you purposefully in your sleep. He's too busy looking at you being so cute. He thinks you sleep like an angel. But, the poor idiot thinks you look so adorable, he just has to squeeze you close and cuddle the shit out of you. Unfortunately for you, breathing becomes a problem in his strong love grip.
Mingi
He just rolls over on top of you while he is also asleep. He's like those huge dog breeds that seem to think they're a tiny breed.
Yeosang
Man, you're lucky you're even cuddling him while he's sleeping. So if you really think about it, it's your fault if his huge ass biceps cut off your sleeping in the middle of the night. It was your fault for being under him. He's only the tiny bit apologetic before moving away to cuddle his pillow that doesn't move as much and whines about how they can't breathe.
Seonghwa
He'd do it jokingly, trying to get you to wake up for your day together, not expecting you to actually choke on your own breath. He's super apologetic after removing the pillow and helping you get back to a normal breathing. And he makes you the best breakfast. Fear of death kind of worth it for the best eggs ever.
Hongjoong
Why would you start disturbing Hongjoong's sleep by snoring/moving/talking/kicking in your sleep? You're honestly just so rude for that, and Hongjoong truly can't be faulted for pinching your nose between his tiny ass hands until you wake up gasping for air beside. He stops immediately before pushing u off the bed.
“If you're going to do so much, sleep on the couch.”
“Did you just try to kill me?”
“Don't be dramatic. Out!”
Yunho
Aw, you are so cute napping in Yunho's bed. So, so cute, he can't help his cute aggression to come out. Unlike San, though, his cute aggression is heavy on the aggressive. Your cute nap is cut off by the man laying directly on top of you, cutting off any hope you had of breathing and making you sputter awake in a gasp while he cooed and laughed at your surprised face.
Jongho
You were sleeping peacefully. Not even realizing Jongho was staring down at you, glaring at your slumbering party. He yanked a pillow over your face and took it away the second you woke up.
“I don't want to cuddle. You're in my bed. I'm sleepy. Move.”
Wooyoung
Menace to society numero fucking uno can't let anyone have a shot at peace on this godforsaken earth, and you're getting it now. Truly your fault for falling asleep during a movie night with Jung Wooyoung because now you're waking up with his hands wrapped around your throat. He says it's because you're disrespecting the time you're supposed to have together, but now he wants to know how choking feels and is asking you to do it to him. What a menace.
[blurb] — pairing: yunho x reader, word count: 1308, genre: teacher au/fluff, warning: none.
note: an extension of sorts from this blurb I posted like two years ago now
[12:53 pm]: “I’m so glad they canceled school for the rest of the day,” you mumbled, nearly pressing your face up against the glass window as you watched the sky from the comfort of indoors.
It had been such a pretty day when you had first arrived at the elementary you taught at, the sun’s rays reflecting off of the icicles that had formed from the night before and blowing your breath in the air to watch it turn into a white fog. The children seemed to be enjoying the cold just as much as you were as well, students of all ages copying you and blowing their breaths into the air to watch it become visible.
The day only got better when someone in your class had yelled out in sheer glee that it was snowing outside. The entire group of children had jumped out of their seats and pointed at the small snowflakes that were gently falling to the ground. You and a few other teachers had decided an early recess was the best way to go about it, helping them into their large coats and overbearing scarves so that they could enjoy themselves.
You thought nothing else could top that moment, watching students of all ages run around the icy playground rolling around in the snow or throwing snowballs at each other.
In a sense, that moment didn’t get topped. It only got worse from there.
After bringing all the students back into the building, the snowfall only seemed to come down harder than before. The snow was beginning to pile up on the sidewalks and streets and the temperatures kept dropping with every hour they ignored the growing dangers of the outdoors. Parents started calling into the elementary demanding they either close the school for the rest of the day and let their children come home or they’d come up to the school and take their children themselves. The amount of calls the principal had gotten was atrocious, so eventually they conformed to the former.
So they had started sending home children as fast as they could, wanting to get them all to their parents safely before the snow quite possibly snowed them all in. Luckily, they were successful in getting every student out before the snowfall got any worse. Now they were facing another problem.
“Don’t you get home by bus?” Yunho asked you, making you turn a little faster than you’d like to admit. You opened your mouth to question him on why he has such information before closing your mouth immediately, mentally knocking yourself in the head. Of course he knew that information, you had told him that yourself.
Earlier within the year, Yunho had politely asked you on a date thanks to your troublesome little students who had recognized his awfully large crush on you before he could. You had agreed to go and had to tell him about your rather unfortunate transportation situation since you didn’t exactly drive yourself to the school every day and there’s no way you could have met up because of it.
You were lucky that Yunho was kind enough to offer to drive you to the coffee shop he had spoken about then but after that date nothing really happened. The two of you got closer, sure, but you definitely didn’t start “dating”. Personally you thought it would be a little awkward to date your fellow colleague anyways.
“Yeah I do,” you respond, slumping down into one of the seats that hadn’t been stacked and put away for the day. “I don’t really want to walk to the bus stop in this weather, will the buses even be running by the time I get there?”
Yunho thought about it for a moment, before shaking his head. “The roads are getting iced and snowed over because of the snowfall and cold. It’s too dangerous for a vehicle of that size to be on the road, so… I don’t think so.”
“Oh fun,” you groan, letting your head fall into your hands in frustration. How were you going to get home then? “My friend is out for the holidays—“
“Wooyoung?” Yunho pipped in, remembering the small conversation the two of you had during your date. It was a quick topic about family and friends, nothing important. Honestly you were a little surprised that Yunho even remembered that was his name.
“Yeah, Wooyoung, he left a week or two to be with his family for the holidays and he was usually my ride home when the weather got like this,” you confirm, lifting your head up to look out the window again. It didn’t look like the snowfall was going to let up any time soon to let you leave, it was a lot more believable to think that it was going to continue till the night came around. Who knows, maybe it would be even longer than that. “But if he’s not here, I’ve got no way to go home.”
“Are you serious?” Yunho gasped, his face drenched in a deep pit of worry. “You don’t have any other friends here? Or maybe… family that lives here?”
You shook your head in defeat, “my parents live too far and I don’t want them to drive in this weather. And most of my other friends are busy given the fact that it’s still work hours for adults. I’ve got no other options other than walk all the way home or hope there is a bus that dares to drive in the snow.”
When you finally turned to give Yunho your full attention, he seemed to be panicking. He paced around in place for a second as he tried to think of a solution to your problem but you couldn’t help but smile at the hint of red that’s as dusted across his cheeks. It grew deeper in hue as he stopped in his tracks and turned to look at you, “what about the staff? Maybe one of the teachers can drive you home?”
“Almost everyone in this school is married or has a significant other, Yunho,” you clarified. “They’re not going to bother with me when they are too busy making sure that they get home safely to their loved ones.”
“Then… I’ll do it!” Heat spread across your face and ears and Yunho tried to remain calm, his hands clutching the side of the desk as he continued, “I’ll drive you home so you don’t get hurt! If that’s alright with you? Don’t think of it as like a date or anything, it’s just me wanting to help you.”
You hesitated for a moment, you haven’t really been left alone with Yunho in a while and it’s very clear that he still harbored unreciprocated feelings for you. But was it really unreciprocated if you were just as embarrassed and jittery as Yunho was? “Are you sure about this? I mean… you must have other things to attend to. It’s fine, I can just walk—“
“I will not let you walk in such horrible weather,” Yunho declared, “you will either let me drive you home or I will find someone who can drive you home. It’s your choice.”
You finally admit defeat, spinning in your chair to hide your face and distract yourself from the intense beating of your heart. “Fine! You can take me home then. Just… grab your things quickly or I’ll leave you behind and walk home on my own, got it?”
Cautiously, you peer over the back of the chair to see the boy’s face light up with glee. It was like a bag of Christmas lights has been plugged in and exposed every little detail you may have failed to catch beforehand. “Okay! Just give me… five minutes—no, three minutes to finish up things in my classroom. Don’t leave me behind, I’m watching you!”
hi! can i request for a chaotic chirstmas with san'a fam using 14 , 16 , and 04 but for number 04 instead of emphasising the 'where' could you emphasise the 'my' thank you!
Hana = 9 / Hae & Bok = 7 / Wook = 5 / Bora = 1
“Bora, say good morning to your brothers,” you said, setting down your youngest child as you went to join your husband on the sofa.
Bora giggled, waddling over to each of her brothers’ one by one and giving them a kiss on the cheek as she shouting ‘morning!’.
“Mum, Bora, do you like it?” Hae asked, pointing to the Christmas tree in the corner of the room.
You gasped, “did you decorate the tree without me?! I can’t believe this!”
“No!” Wook laughed, “there’s only five.”
“Mine, Hana’s, Hae’s, Bok’s and Wook’s,” San assured you, “we just need Bora’s and your’s.”
“Come on, Bora, let’s put our decorations on the tree, then,” you said, calling over your daughter.
She shook her head defiantely, “kiss!”
“Hmm?”
“Kiss!”
“She hasn’t given me a kiss yet,” Bok explained, leaning down to let his sister give him a peck on the cheek as you smiled.
“Daddy too,” she sung, climbing up onto his leg and kissing him with a bright smile.
“Excuse me– where is my Christmas kiss?” you asked, watching your daughter happily claim all of your boys.
Bora squealed with laughter, San handing her over to you as she kissed you gently, before taking her decoration from your hand.
“Finally,” you rolled your eyes, “good girl, Bora.”
“Bora,” Hana said, “would you like to be the one to put the star on the very top of the tree?”
Bora giggled, nodding as she waddled back over to her eldest brother.
“Not yet, baby,” you cooed, “we have to decorate it first.”
“And maybe before that we eat breakfast?” San offered.
“I forgot about breakfast,” you sighed, “yes, lets go with that first. Okay, breakfast kids! What do you want?”
can i request a smut with wooyoung using prompts 10 and 50, ty lovely
정우영 + #10 + #50
warnings - dry humping
22:24 - “wooyoung!” you whined.
“y/n,” he mocked your voice, a fake pout on his face, mirroring the real one on yours.
“y/n,” he mocked your voice, a fake pout on his face, mirroring the real one on yours.
you rolled your eyes, dragging your hips against his, hissing at the relief, “please, wooyoung, it’s like you don’t even care about how horny i am.”
wooyoung sighed, “of course i care. i just also am aware of how many marks you enjoy leaving on my bodh and how i have a comeback in less than a week.”
“and then what? several weeks of promotions?! what am i supposed to do?!” you exclaimed, “woo, please, i won’t mark you i swear.”
wooyoung shook his head defiantly, “nope. get yourself off or something.”
you scoffed, “fine.”
climbing off your boyfriend, you grabbed a pillow off the floor that was previously laying on your bed, positioning it against your clothed core and grinding.
it was frustrating. the relief was there, but while your very sexy boyfriend was sitting right next to you with a perfectly fine dick, it was not as pleasurable as you hoped.
but, reaching down to rub your core, hissing and moaning as you continued to grind down, you could hear wooyoung swallow nervously, having to move his lips as his mouth ran dry.
your thighs started to burn, but the movement of your fingers brought you so close to the edge. your eyes were shut, your head thrown back as wooyoung grabbed your wrist.
“stop,” he said, demandingly.
“no,” you gasped, “so— so close!”
you cried out, moaning loudly as you reached your high, milking it even more, just so you could have the satisfaction of opening your eyes once again and seeing wooyoung’s rock har dick straining against his pyjama bottoms.
it was the man’s thirtieth birthday, a milestone for many. yet, instead of spending his time pouring liquor in expensive glasses with the most expensive of company, he found himself staring through the frosty window of his chilled office. he remained uncertain as to whether the office was cold due to the incoming winter or the lack of companionship, observing the frozen roses lining the impressive garden. there was company, once, in the form of a young writer covering the fascinating lifestyle of a rich young socialite known as park seonghwa. nothing had changed in the years following — his late twenties, now thirties — he was still rich, a socialite, well known. he was still living a romanticised lifestyle, a modern jay gatsby living beyond the pages of fiction. though, only you truly knew that. the first day you shuffled into his office, speaking with hesitance and uncertainty, seonghwa felt a weight off his shoulders. maybe it was the fact you’d asked him if he actually enjoyed all the money he had, or if he ever got lonely. or maybe it was the fact he was desperately lonely when he laid eyes on you. who was he kidding, it was so much more than that. over the weeks of visiting he opened up, a little more each time, though much preferred to talk about you. the passion you had for writing was not missed by seonghwa, nor was the fact that you clearly had no interest in the life of a rich socialite, especially considering it had been plastered all through the media regardless. then, when he became truthful, you were intrigued. he was open, told you how void he felt — no purpose, no life, no happiness. he spoke of how, even in the most lavish and populous of parties, he felt lonely, almost unheard and unseen. yet, you listened. eyes never moved from him, ears perked up when he spoke. there were times where he queried as to how this could affect your perception of him: would you ever look at him the same, without obligated pity in your eyes? after almost two months of your sporadic visits, he found his answer written in the newspaper. it was a section dedicated to you, a best-selling author over night, and the book that shot you to stardom - rationalism versus romanticism. a book about him. part of him was bitter that you capitalised off him, but he knew better than to be upset. he’d experienced far too often to be upset anymore. rather, he took problem with the repercussions of your book. for a book that talked of his loneliness and longing for companionship, it only seemed to amplify the problem. no longer were the opulent parties with countless nameless patrons, who would want to associate with such an emotional wreck? he was mad at you, yet thankful. with the publishing of your book you’d done him a favour, finally showing him how many people cared about him, the true friends who wanted to come over for an afternoon of drinking. seonghwa drank alone now, hidden away in his office watching the roses wilt from the window. no one truly cared.
inspired by txt's run away, you will understand if you listen to it while reading this but if you dont, then that's fine. hope you enjoy!
also, my words for each chapters will be short...for some like this first chapter! just informing you hehet<3
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too caught up in her own world, in her dreams, her euphoric place. y/n sighs, writing her words on her notebook which no one could understand. well, except for her.
'dreaming to be someone, not knowing who to be but wanting to be someone.'
"writing nonsense again, y/n?"
y/n jumped in surprise, surprised to hear someone calling her name, her real name. she looks up, seeing the purple haired boy standing infront of her as the sun shines on his honey like skin, blinding her eyes with his natural beauty.
a sharp breathe, wide eyes, y/n proceeds to write, not answering his question.
'for someone so beautiful yet so miserable, i wonder how it feels like putting a facade towards everyone. not showing yourself who you truly are.'
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'hardships have to go in the life of a person."
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'in order to realise for you who are."
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'in order to realise that the only person you got is you.'
she stops writing, thinking on how to put her words in a sentence on her book. she then let out a very subtle whisper
