in celebration of 2023 i absolutely NEED to shout out some of my fave writers from this year!!
nct (mostly dream)
@slightlymore i swear everything she touches is pure GOLD. checks all the boxes of what good writing should look like and the best part is, all her writing is that good, you cant go wrong with anything you read.
@tyonfs another brilliant writer oh my god i love the way they write chemistry between characters, it makes the build up so worth it!! chefs kiss
@doyozen her humor is actually so close to mine im literally always laughing reading her stuff it is just so 😍
@jiamour another person with just the right humor for me but also the DOMESTICITY???/ (is that even a word) I LOVE IT SM!!! i feel like their word choice and mood making(??) makes their writing feel so unique, just always a good read <3
@donkey-hyuck i am so picky with angsty content but i absolutely adore everything they write and their writing style is just so lovely to read
@adorablele just absolutely makes THE perfect drabbles that paint such a wonderful image in your head and leave you feeling all fuzzy inside. love, love LOVE.
@seungmoe words do not BEGIN to describe how much i love her work oh my goodness its just so good. she just has such a strong voice in her writing that captures the intended mood perfectly. i love the internal monologue you see from a lot of the characters that really gets you to understand the deeper emotions behind what may be a simple interaction. such a spectacular author i could go on for days tbh.
peter parker / marvel
@literaila oh lawd i love this author sm. yk those moments where you read something and you think 'this person made it for ME' bc theres no way it could be that perfect for all your wants. yeah, thats literaila for me.
@waitimcomingtoo literally everything you could dream of, you can find here. im so serious you can be the pickiest most critical reader ever and you will find something to love on this blog. the quality is so good every time, how they do it i dont know.
@ackermanbitch honestly i could put them anywhere bc idc if ive never seen what theyre writing for, i WILL read it because of how much i like their writing. theres nothing to say other than you need to be following them NOW.
harry potter
@fallingforfictionalcharacterss one of the very first hp writers i got into and oh my god did she wow me with her writing. time and time again i find myself sobbing to her fics.
@mellifluousart i kid you not when i say that i've read every single draco fic that she's posted and most of them a few times over. never fails to put out something amazing every time she posts.
@prettygirlkay AAAAA where do i even start?? yet another author where i'll read literally anything they post because its always ART. one of my fave authors on this whole site i just ADORE THEM
@holden-caulfield i love the way they write draco sm its not even funny. their plots are always stellar and i swear im always blushing after one of their fics.
i should probably stop now since if given the chance, i WILL @ hundreds of authors rn but shout out to these lovelies for making my fave fics of the year, you all are amazing!!!
(ps if you want to be untagged or if i said smth you want deleted please just let me know!! /gen)
shout out to all the brave and very sexy individuals who are still here with us despite life being tough. that's extremely voluptuous and your meat is huge
- all those times are now memories (bye, my first…) | n.jm
There was no one like Na Jaemin. As beautiful as a flurry of glittering snowflakes drifting and swirling down from the sky with grace and tenderness, always an overwhelming kindness and compassion flooding out of his actions like water bursting out of a broken dam.
Just as much as you loved him – everything about him – you thought he felt the same.
NOTES. this is a repost ! took the time to reread this again after such a long time and good god (derogatory)… still reposting though because this was my first born (read: first attempt at a longer fic) and it still holds a special, little place in my heart
Jaemin has never been one to wait. Coming home, there was rarely a day where you didn’t find yourself smothered and doused with kisses, his lips always so eager and starving. He’d be so impatient, wouldn’t even give you the time to set your things down. Your shoes would still be on, but you’d kiss him back just as hungrily, as if you had waited years to finally lock lips with him. As if decades had gone by without a mere glimpse of his sweet, absolutely marvelous smile.
anon requested: hi hi :) if ur still taking rq? Could i rq a jaemin story where he takes care of u while u are feeling ill? Ty :)
➛ pairing: reader x na jaemin
➛ genre: fluff
➛ wc: 1104
➛ summary: you're feeling sick and jaemin helps you feel better
➛ a/n: enjoy babes, it’s very domestic and feel free to request more <3
“I’m fine!”
Those words rang against the white tile walls of your work bathroom. Your hands gripped the sides of the sink as your mouth started to collect saliva again. Slowly, you let go of the sink and fixed your hair. It wasn’t one step until you ran all the way to the toilet to vomit all over again.
Maybe you weren’t fine.
Sighing as you flushed the toilet and washed your hands, you prepared to tell your boss that you were not feeling well. Unsurprisingly, she let you go home―even forcing you to clock out and making you call someone to pick you up.
“I can dri-” you tried to tell her, but a wave of nausea stopped you from continuing your sentence.
She gave you a pointed look. In return, you quietly nodded and pulled out your phone to text the one person you knew would come right away.
You sat at a table in the lobby of your work with your head down on your arms. Saliva gathered in your mouth as more nausea set in. You tried to control your breathing, willing yourself to hold it in until Jaemin came to pick you up.
“C’mon,” you heard a voice say, “let’s go.”
Not looking at him, you stood up and followed him to the car.
It was silent on the way to your apartment; silent as he opened the car door for you; silent as he brought you a spare change of clothes after you vomited even more in the bathroom; silent as he led you to the couch where he prepped a bucket for any other puking endeavors; silent as placed he placed a cup of water next to you as you slowly drifted to sleep.
When you woke up, you heard the sound of the stove on in the kitchen, small shuffles of feet and clattering of pans. After taking a sip of water, you quietly made your way into the bathroom where you dry heaved before hopping in the shower.
With a towel around your neck, you made your way back into your living room where Jaemin sat with a steaming cup of tea. The TV lightly hummed in the background, an unknown show filling the room with noise.
“Why is there a pillow on the floor?” You asked, looking at the cushion on the ground.
“For you,” he smiled, “sit down.”
You made a face, “wh-”
“Just sit down,” he insisted, tugging at your wrist.
“Okay, okay,” you muttered. You sat on the pillow, hesitant when he slightly pulled back on your shoulders.
“Lean back,” he softly instructed, “it’s okay.”
Shifting, you slowly leaned back between his legs. Once you found a comfortable position, he handed you the cup of tea. He then took the towel from around your neck and started to dry your hair. Relaxing your shoulders, you closed your eyes as you took a sip of the tea.
It was like that for a while; small massages from Jaemin, warm tea healing your stomach, little laugh tracks from the random sitcom on the TV. When you finished your tea, you placed your cup down and held onto Jaemin’s hands while leaning your head back until you were looking up at him.
“Thank you,” you smiled, kissing one of his knuckles.
“Of course,” he smiled back, kissing your forehead.
Your smile grew and he helped you up, pulling you to sit on the couch. You jumped slightly when the oven in the kitchen went off. You watched him curiously as he quickly made his way into the kitchen and came back out with a bowl of soup.
“It should be cool by now,” he told you, placing the bowl on the table next to you. Instead of pushing the table in front of you, however, he pulled it in front of him. He took the spoon, blew on the soup and brought the spoon towards your mouth.
“Say ‘ahh,’” he grinned.
“I’m sick but I can still feed myself,” you told him, lightly nudging away his hand.
He sternly shook his head, “Just let me feed you.”
“Jaemin, no,” you laughed, continuing to push away his hand “I’m fi-”
He placed the spoon back in the bowl and gently grabbed both your wrists, “let me take care of you.”
For a moment your lips were lined shut, the seriousness in his eyes willing you to stay silent. Deciding that you weren’t going to win this staring contest, you sighed and looked down.
“I’m not a baby,” you muttered.
“No one said that you were, my love,” he chuckled, cupping your cheek.
“Hey,” he cooed, “look at me.”
You did with a slight pout and he laughed once more, pecking your lips.
“You’re so stubborn,” he pecked your nose, “but it’s just me, y/n.”
His thumb rubbed against your cheek, “it’s okay to sit down and relax. I’m here. I’ll take care of you.”
In that moment, nothing mattered; not the dramatic car crash displayed on the TV, not the small droplets of rain on the window, not the small rumbling of your stomach, nothing. Nothing but the warm pools of brown that never ceased to remind you why it was worth waking up another day.
“I love you,” was all you could say as you practically jumped into his arms.
He kissed the top of your head, smiling as he said, “I love you too. Now let’s get your stomach some food.”
You didn’t want to let go, but you were, indeed, very hungry. Jaemin smiled as you sat next to him, waiting patiently as he fed you the home-made chicken soup. You took it upon yourself to change the TV to the most recent show you’ve been binging.
When you couldn't handle any more food, you clung onto Jaemin as if you were a koala, effectively trapping him in your arms. He accepted his fate and laid down on the couch, playing with your hair as you muttered comments about the stupid actions of the characters. Every now and then, you would feel his chest vibrate as he talked or laughed at something you said.
You let out a sigh, eyes blinking languidly as you listened to the rhythm of his heart. Before you knew it, you were lulled to sleep.
“Woah, look at his hair,” he chuckled. When you didn’t reply, he glanced down to see your eyes closed peacefully and mouth slightly ajar. Slight drool fell from the corner of your mouth. Jaemin grinned when you started to softly snore.
He lovingly brushed back your hair, “good night, my love.”
hi can i request for something cute and fluffy with chenle 🥺 it could be anything u like !!
3:56 ♡ basketball player!chenle, fluff, wc: 348
you sighed as you sat on the very bottom of the bleachers. the squeaks of sneakers and the bounce of the ball echoed against the walls of the gym. frowning, you tried to ignore the smell of sweat as you typed away on your laptop.
unfortunately, you were stuck here until 4:30 when your brother’s basketball practice ended so that he could drive the two of you home. you also, unfortunately, had to deal with his teammate.
“hey y/n,” chenle shouted, making his way towards the sideline that you were near.
he called out your name again when you refused to look up at him.
“y/n, look.”
“what, chenle?” you asked, still not looking up.
“just look!” he insisted.
deepening your frown, you gazed up at him with a bored expression.
he only grinned, orange hair lined with sweat. “this is for you.”
you raised a brow as he turned to shoot the ball in his hand. unsurprisingly, the ball shot way too far and completely missed the hoop; just as it did the other five times he’s done this. his teammates groaned, one even commenting that he should “stick to being a small forward”.
“you’re improving,” you teased, “you’re almost there.”
“I know,” he winked, “I’m really close to making it.”
“mhm,” you hummed, fighting the smile itching at your lips.
“I’ll make the next one,” he promised.
“yeah?”
“of course,” he shrugged, “how else am I supposed to get you to wear my jersey?”
anon requested: Could u maybe do a yuta one? Hmm, maybe like a classroom crush type of deal? I’m sorry if its too confusing lol
⇢ pairing: nakamoto yuta x reader
⇢ genre: fluff, highschool!au, classroom!au, classmates!au
⇢ word count: 1700
⇢ summary: you thought it was another successful day of avoiding Yuta, but he manages to break the streak by trapping you in a classroom.
⇢ a/n: no bby, it wasn’t confusing at all. this turned out longer than I intended, but I hope this is to your liking <3
Just one more minute.
You eyed the clock as the second hand ticked past 30 seconds. You could feel the heat of his gaze on the back of your head, but you did your best to relax your shoulders and resist the urge to turn around. Your leg started to bounce as the hand ticked closer and closer and closer until-
RIIIINGG!!
“Alright, I want the reports by Monday. Have a good weekend!” your teacher announced, though she barely uttered the last word before you bolted out of the classroom.
Sighing in relief you sank in one of the seats in the classroom designated for student body meetings. After catching your breath, you prepared all your notes as the rest of the students started filing in.
-
“It’s alright, I got it,” you reassured your vice president.
“Are you sure you don’t need help? We’ve done cleaning duty together for the past few weeks,” Taeyong frowned, knowing that you despised having to clean.
Patting him on the shoulder, you smiled, “it’s fine, Tae, I got this.”
“I’m just saying,” he picked up his bag, “it’ll be faster with two people.”
You waved him off, “Go home!”
He gave you a small salute and walked out the open door.
Usually, you’d accept his help considering his words were true about it going by faster, but today, you wanted to be alone. You sighed as you plugged your earbuds into your ears and started to prep all the cleaning supplies that you needed. Humming, you started to lightly groove to the music as you wiped down the desks.
It was another successful day of avoiding him. Your heart starts to feel heavy as you recall the countless times that you’ve walked in the other direction whenever you saw him in the hall, or when you actively engaged in a conversation with another classmate to avoid talking to him, or how you’ve been managing to get someone to cover your tutoring sessions with Yuta.
You straighten your back and start to vigorously rub at the desk in front of you. This was for the best. You just needed some time and space away from him in order for you to move on. So what if it’s been two weeks―about to be three―and you’re still yearning to be in the comfort of his arms, or that you miss the way he would poke at you when he was bored in your tutoring sessions, or the way you constantly find your eyes trailing to him whenever he isn’t looking.
You’ll get over it soon. You nod determinedly at the shiny desk in front of you. It’s just a little crush.
Suddenly, the door behind you loudly shuts causing you to jump and turn around.
Out of all the people standing there, you did not expect to see Yuta Nakamoto. Yet, there he was, standing in all his glory as the rays from the setting sun shot through the windows, creating a beautiful glow around him. You hated that it made your stomach flutter.
“You’re still here,” he says, sharp eyes staring at you.
As if it’s a magnet, you stare back. “Yeah, I’m cleaning today.”
He slowly nodded, taking a moment to gaze around the empty classroom, “You’ve been doing that a lot lately.”
You cleared your throat and took that as an opportunity to throw away the wipe you were using and grab another one. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him make his way over to the teacher’s desk in the front. He picked up a stack of papers and shuffled through them.
“Well, as president, it’s my responsibility to make sure our school is in order.”
He raised a brow at your words, looked up at you, and shot you a look that clearly said he didn’t believe you. He also knew that you hated cleaning up. Mostly from all the times that you would complain to him about all the tasks you needed to do when he would “help” you clean―though his “helping” was more like accompanying since he would sit at the teacher’s desk and go on his phone.
“Mhm,” he hummed, returning his gaze back down to the papers.
Throwing away the wipe you were using, you picked up the bottle of Windex and a roll of paper towels.
“I see you’re alone today,” he comments, “where’s Tae?”
You slightly pause at the nickname he used. Deciding not to comment on the slight mocking tone he had, you replied, “He went home.”
Again, Yuta hums. You hear him place down the papers. He’s walking around, but you can hear his footsteps getting closer to you.
“He’s not helping you today?” he asks, taking the bottle of Windex from the desk you placed it on.
“Nope,” you told him, trashing the used paper towel.
You turned to him expectantly, “Can I get the Windex?”
All Yuta did was stare at you with those deep brown eyes that you loved to get lost in. You almost did, but you focused back on reality when he stepped forward.
“Why have you been avoiding me, y/n?”
“Avoiding you? I’ve just been busy,” you shrugged, reaching for the Windex.
“Busy?” he asks, holding up the Windex out of your reach and glancing at it, “Busy…cleaning?”
You clicked your tongue, jumped up, and grabbed the bottle.
“Yes, I’ve been cleaning,” you said indignantly.
He was silent as you finished cleaning the remaining windows. After tossing the last paper towel in the trash, you went to the teacher’s desk to put the papers back in its place since Yuta rummaged through them.
“Y/N.”
Your name dripped from his tongue like honey causing your knees to weaken.
“Yeah?” you ask, straightening a pile of papers.
“Look at me.” He sounded closer.
You fixed the last pile of papers and took a moment before turning around. He stood barely a foot away from you. You tried to calm your breathing as his eyes locked on yours.
“You never answered my question,” he frowned. You swallowed as he closed the distance between the two of you. “Why have you been avoiding me?”
Just as you opened your mouth to spew out more excuses, he narrowed his eyes, “and don’t try to bullshit me either.”
You closed your mouth and stared at the floor. What were you supposed to tell him? Were you supposed to confess that you were heartbroken at seeing him with some other person at the bookstore when the two of you were supposed to meet up for coffee? Were you supposed to tell the one thing you looked forward to in the morning was him leaning against your locker with messy hair that you’ve given up trying to convince him to fix? Were you supposed to say that you couldn’t face him anymore without wishing that he would look at you as someone more than just a friend?
When you didn’t reply, he sighed, and took another step forward. You yelped when he pulled you up on the desk, heart racing as he placed a hand on either side of you. There were his eyes again, brown pools of warmth that always fooled you into thinking that there was no one else in the universe but you and him.
He lifts one of his hands to brush against your cheek. His touch was light, warm, and comfortable. You leaned in before you could stop yourself.
“You know,” he whispered, thumb rubbing against your cheek, “I’ve missed you.”
You look up at him, his eyes already trained on yours.
“And I heard a rumor,” he continued, “a rumor that you liked me. That’s why I wanted to meet you two weeks ago.”
Your eyes widen and your stomach drops. He was going to tell you that he didn’t see you the same way. You try to move back, but his other hand slides to the small of your back to hold you in place. Your heart ached at the thought that he wouldn’t be able to hold you like this when he got a girlfriend.
“Later on, Doyoung told me he saw you running out of the bookstore crying. He also told me that you liked me.”
“Yuta-” you started to say. He didn’t have to explain anything to you. It’s not like you were dating him or anything.
He cut you off, thumb sliding over your lips.
“I don't know who she is. She just approached me and asked me to get this comic she couldn’t reach. I was struggling to find the book that you’ve been talking about so I asked her to show me and-”
He sighed. He dropped his hands on the desk, arms on either side of you, and leaned back.
“That’s why I was late, but we didn’t do anything. After she showed me where the book was, I immediately bought it and tried to make it as fast as I could to the cafe. I waited there and texted and called, but you never showed up. Next thing I know, you won’t even look at me.”
Guilt tugs at your heart as you start to see cracks in his brown orbs. He hangs his head low.
“I like you, y/n, a lot,” he confesses before looking back up at you “and it’d be a damn shame if the rumor I heard wasn’t true.”
“Yuta,” you call softly. He closes his eyes as your thumb rubs against his cheek. “I’m sorry,” you tell him, “I’m sorry for being stupid and jumping to conclusions.”
“I thought that you stood me up because you were on a date with someone else. I was heartbroken, devastated which was why I avoided you. I couldn’t look at you and be okay with someone else in your arms.”
He opens his eyes and you smile, “That’s because I like you too.”
His entire being lights up before he narrows his eyes and points an accusatory finger at you, “No bullshit?”
You giggle, pushing away his finger, “No bullshit.”
His face breaks out in a grin and he leans his forehead against yours, “Can I kiss you?”
you promptly finished stocking the medium sized cups before returning behind the register. the black haired boy had been lingering near the counter for about a minute after he received his drink. considering that there were no other customers and that he was a sight for sore eyes, you weren’t that annoyed.
he looked up from his phone and gave a breathtaking smile. the sparkle in his eyes made your stomach flip.
“yeah, actually you can,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone.
confused but curious, you ask, “what is it?”
he took a long sip of his americano and sighed, “what do you think I should text this person that I think is really cute?”
and before you could answer, he asks, “do you want to see them?”
“sure,” you smile.
when he briefly turnd his phone around, you forgot your whole vocabulary. the camera app was open and on the screen was an equally dumbfounded you staring back at you.
still standing there in silence, he reached out his hand, “my name is jaemin, by the way. could I get your number?”
hi!! could i request a fic with jeno as your bestfriend where he secretly has a crush on you gets really jealous and protective when a guy hits on you in public and ask for your number? tqsm!!
[1:34 pm] “man, there’s something wrong with my phone,” the guy with blue hair frowned, staring at the rectangle in his hand. “ahh, I know,” he turned to you, “it doesn’t have your number.”
for the past five minutes that jeno has been waiting for the drinks, that guy, who introduced himself as jaemin, had been non-stop talking to you, throwing pick-up line after pick-up line. jeno glanced back at your amused face (with eyes screaming ‘help me’) and jaemin’s charming smile. it’s like when jeno went up to the counter, that guy took it as his queue to shoot his shot.
jeno swallowed his urge to gag at the boy’s words and sighed when the person in front of him finally stopped complaining about their drink. “here is your-”
“thanks.” jeno didn’t spare anymore time, quickly taking the drinks from the barista and making his way back to you.
“sorry it took so long,” he told you, handing you your drink. he then slung an arm around you which made you choke in the middle of your drinking, “let’s go darling.”
with his arm still around you, he pulled you out of the cafe, dragging you off to where that jaemin guy was not. he frowned, unaware of the way you stared at him curiously.
you cleared your throat, “you know, jen, you can’t just joke around like that.”
he didn’t look at you, eyes cloudy as he stared ahead. the way you laughed at one of jaemin’s jokes replayed in his mind, “joke about what?”
“that you’re my boyfriend.”
he sipped his drink. his frown deepened and he hugged you tighter as he recalled how you refused to tell jaemin that you had a boyfriend. if you told him that, then he would’ve surely gone away. “who said I was joking?”
you stopped walking, and so did he. jeno still didn’t look at you, his words dawning on him. he swallowed and he turned at you, eyes blinking away his jealous daze.
“you really shouldn’t joke like that,” you whispered, eyes focused on him. well, there was no holding back now. he removed his arm from around you and leaned towards you. “it’s not a joke, y/n.”
pride filled his eyes when he saw you simply blinked at him, mouth slightly agape. his thumb brushed over your cheek, “how cute.”
“be quiet,” you muttered, turning your gaze away.
he leaned in closer, breath fanning yours as he slightly tilted his head, “make me.”
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