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"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more."
"What is grief, if not love persevering?"
"You kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath"
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Minghao + Ocean Vuong
The most beautiful part of your body
is where it's headed. & remember,
loneliness is still time spent
with the world.
Ocean Vuong - night sky with exit wounds
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Thinking about these two quotes together and the idea of on/off-stage personas:
"Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful we tremble before it. And what could be more terrifying or beautiful, to the Greeks to to our own, than to lose control completely?" - Donna Tartt, the Secret Histories
"I am calm in everyday life but when I put on my in-ear device and step on stage, I can feel the tension and hear the cheers getting louder as the music gets louder. When the staff tells me it's time to step on stage, I feel something boil inside me. I feel it steaming inside and I think I have to give a burst of something, spill what is inside me." - Hoshi in Hit the Road Ep. 04
Any ship; "It's been so many years"
Hello, hello there, is this Martha?
This is old Tom Frost
And I am calling long distance
Don't worry 'bout the cost.
'Cause it's been forty years or more
Now Martha please recall
Meet me out for coffee
Where we'll talk about it all.
Tom Watts - Martha
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Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: genderbend, femSVT, trans female character, cis female character, self-discovery, girl group SVT(?)
Do Not Wants: any archive warnings, mentions of disordered eating
Prompt:
-more than a friend, GIRLI
[FILL] glued
Major Tags: rule 63, the intimate act of putting on KT tape
Additional Tags: sort of nsfw
Permission to remix: Yes
sorry, i know it's not chan but i he's too put together and self-aware lol
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Soonyoung's bed is still on the floor. It makes Wonwoo's skin itch even though her bed is also a disaster. It's not on the floor though.
Wonwoo doesn't like sitting in Soonyoung's bed because she always makes a joke about it, about who was there last, about how Wonwoo is lucky she washed the sheets. And Wonwoo knows she's kidding, knows that she hasn't had a guy over in weeks, because she always tells her. Tells her everything.
Wonwoo knows enough about Soonyoung's life to fill books, all in brief mentions, downplayed.
"Oh, I was dating him when he got hit by that car," Soonyoung says.
"Yeah, we fucked when we worked together back in 2016," Soonyoung says.
"He's got a huge dick. But like, no balls," Soonyoung giggles.
So Wonwoo knows thing about her now. She knows how often Soonyoung is approached, how often Soonyoung is embroiled in some new shit. She knows how it wears Soonyoung down after a while, the constant attention and expectations. The reputation Soonyoung has, of being someone who knows everyone, who has slept with everyone, who will sleep with you.
Wonwoo, selfishly, wants to be different more than she wants to sleep with Soonyoung. Not to say she doesn't; her hands shake with it.
But if she does, what's so different about her? What makes their relationship special? What makes Wonwoo more than a story Soonyoung can tell?
So Wonwoo sits on Soonyoung's bed, half on the floor, her long legs tangled in Soonyoung's weighted blanket, and watches Soonyoung get changed.
"Wonwoo?" Soonyoung says, pulling her out of her thoughts. "Can you help me put on my tape? On my shoulder?"
Wonwoo tilts her head. Soonyoung lets out a bashful sound and says, "I dislocated it a few weeks ago. Rock climbing with Jisoo."
"You don't rock climb," Wonwoo says, before she can stop it.
Soonyoung smiles and says, "Right? But Jisoo offered to teach me. Wonwoo, he really taught me."
Wonwoo wrinkles her nose. "I can help, yeah. Just tell me what to do."
"Thank you," Soonyoung sings. "Love you, Wonwoo."
Soonyoung pulls off her shirt, exposing her pale chest and the round shape of her breasts. Wonwoo tries not to look, but she does. She can't help it. Soonyoung's nipples harden into points in the cold air of the room and Wonwoo stares, stares until it's obvious. Soonyoung holds out the KT tape to her, looking entirely unaffected. That makes it worse.
Wonwoo shuffles around on her knees until she's right behind Soonyoung, her hair trailing down the center of her shoulder blades. Wonwoo holds her breath as she takes a piece of tape and peels off the paper on the back.
"Just--just start under my shoulder blade and pull it up," Soonyoung says, and she moves her hair to her other shoulder. Wonwoo can still see her tits. She tries not to, her hand shaking a little as one of her blunt fingernails catches on the edge of the tape, tangling it a little.
She sticks the tape to Soonyoung's smooth skin, right over the ridge of her shoulder blade, like she asked. She doesn't even want to breathe, to break the moment.
"Pull up," Soonyoung says quietly. There's no other noise in the whole apartment, Minghao gone doing something else. It's just them.
Wonwoo pulls the tape up, wrinkling Soonyoung's skin.
"Harder," Soonyoung says.
Wonwoo bites her lip and pulls the tape up harder.
"Now, press up and over, to my chest," Soonyoung directs, seemingly oblivious to the way Wonwoo's breath is coming out uneven and shallow.
Wonwoo does what she's told, lifting the tape over Soonyoung's shoulder and pressing one cold hand to Soonyoung's chest, sticking the tape a few inches above the swell of Soonyoung's small breast. Soonyoung has her hands curled in her lap, picking her fingers.
"Okay, now do one more, but more angled, like from my armpit to my collarbone," Soonyoung says.
Wonwoo doesn't know if she can keep it together for another piece of tape, her pussy already throbbing. God, this is really fucked up. She's supposed to be helping her.
Does Soonyoung know what she does to her?
Wonwoo peels the other tape and sticks it to the patch of skin near Soonyoung's armpit, and then pulls across until it sticks to her collarbone. Soonyoung isn't talking anymore, just breathing.
"Okay, last one," Soonyoung breathes out. "I'll face you, and pull it from my chest to my back."
Before Wonwoo can say anything (not that she knows what to say), Soonyoung turns and faces Wonwoo, close enough that the side of her tit brushes against Wonwoo's outstretched hand.
"Okay," Wonwoo breathes, trying to look anywhere else, trying to keep her eyes open.
She takes the tape with shaking fingers and peels the paper.
She drops the paper.
Soonyoung giggles and bends down to grab it, showing off the smooth curve of her waist on the way down. Wonwoo feels lightheaded. This has to be a ploy, or something? Wonwoo can't just be... this can't just be a normal thing for girls to do. Maybe if it was, it wouldn't be so quiet.
Soonyoung hands her the tape and then flicks her hair off her chest, kneeling with her back straight and her chest high and Wonwoo feels like there's got to be some way out of this, back into the safe, warm water of their friendship.
She presses the end of the tape right below Soonyoung's collarbone and expects her to turn back around to affix it to the back, but Soonyoung stays still and smiles at Wonwoo.
Wonwoo gives her a shaky smile and shuffles closer, putting an arm around her to get enough of a vantage point to see down her back. She tries very hard not to smell the junction of Soonyoung's neck. She fails. Soonyoung smells clean and fresh and a little bit sweet and Wonwoo wants to eat her.
She pulls on the tape, hard, and Soonyoung's breast grazes her arm. "Ah, sorry," Wonwoo breathes out, pressing the tape onto Soonyoung's back and wrenching herself out of her orbit. "Good?"
Soonyoung's chest is sort of red and splotchy. Wonwoo thinks maybe she pulled too hard.
"Good," Soonyoung says quietly.
Re: [FILL] glued
Re: [FILL] glued
Re: [FILL] glued
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