Hall of Fame
So here it is, my first year of writing is over, and here are the top fics of 2025 as voted for by those that have read them!
2025
Masterpiece
A Little Grungy
First Time
we're not kids anymore.
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Product Placement
art blog(derogatory)
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Kaledo Art

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
will byers stan first human second

blake kathryn

Kiana Khansmith
taylor price
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Misplaced Lens Cap
noise dept.
trying on a metaphor

Love Begins
Sweet Seals For You, Always
styofa doing anything
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Belgium
seen from Türkiye

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Türkiye
seen from Israel
seen from Germany
seen from Paraguay

seen from Puerto Rico
@auroramirage
Hall of Fame
So here it is, my first year of writing is over, and here are the top fics of 2025 as voted for by those that have read them!
2025
Masterpiece
A Little Grungy
First Time
May Queen
For this month's UKtiny discord challenge, the theme was Cherry Blossom.
So I've had a little play around and made a faux magazine cover which I hope suits the brief.
And as always, I'd love to see your creations!
Yours,
Aurora Mirage x
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Horror Delulu
This isn't my typical posting schedule or my regular type of piece, instead it was a writing challenge from @awesome_kpop_books over on threads!
Please read with caution as it contains violent scenes and disturbing concepts.
My bias is happily scurrying in the kitchen to prepare dinner for me, but I just caught a glimpse that the “meat” on the counter has a tattoo that exactly matches the one on my own arm.
La Parisienne
I recently got involved in a challenge to wreck an Atiny in just 250 words using a picture of their choosing.
This is the picture they chose, I hope I did it justice x
Thank you @ladybubbles for the inspiration
“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir”
You couldn’t believe it!
Looking down at your last customer of the evening, you flushed to your roots. He was handsome, dark eyes, dark hair, and clearly not French. Although he had impeccable, and very expensive taste, based on his clothes and menu choices at least.
drew ateez in my style!! had so so so much fun doing this :))
template by gyarupurins on x (formerly twitter)
Wowowow how gorgeous!
Pretty as a picture
He's done it again, cos of course he has, he's Wooyoung and he can't help being such a beautiful creature.
So what's a girl to do? All I can do...make pretty pictures of him. Soooooo please forgive me, I was torn between sharing new phone wallpapers, or my random lil snapshots.
And trust there will be Studio Tomboy edited pics coming, because I just can't help myself when it comes to Wooyoung!
Yours,
Aurora Mirage x
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It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
I dunno....guess this is a big deal, thanks to everyone who has supported me so far, here's to more fics, more fun, etc etc x
Frankenfic
Word Count - 2000
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It had started as a joke.
They’d all picked a fic and read it out to the others, cracking each other up by doing the voices (Seonghwa), or acting out the motions (Yunho). San couldn’t get through the first page of his, the tips of his ears turning bright pink, and Yeosang read with his head in his hands the entire time, not meeting anyone’s eyes.
Afterwards they voted on a winner, and left a compliment from their burner account.
Happy Days
In the spirit of encouraging our lads to enjoy their free time....
Choose a photo of your bias, then plan a fun day away x
While I would love a special snow day, I know he's much more partial to a beach break...
I'd love to see how you'd choose to spend a day away with your bias x
Yours,
Aurora Mirage x
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Tagging @daeteez @sam-staytiny888 @c-h-e-r-r-i-e-s for funsies.....
Yeah yeah, it's been a while....work has been ALOT of late. However things are changing soon, so I'm hoping to have more time to write.
So my question for you all today is, following on from Guess Who
What would you like to read next?
Something light and fluffy
Something silly and pointless
Something dark and a little epic
Smut pls
Looking forward to seeing what I should focus on next....
Yours,
Aurora Mirage x
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Guess Who
Word Count - 4950
Fem x WooSan
CW - 18+ smut: mdni
Tonight it was your turn to play Guess Who.
You should have known something was going on when you turned up with snacks, and they didn't have the TV on.
"I thought we were bingeing that new show tonight?" You dropped the enormous bag of snacks on the kitchen counter and took the shot glass Woo pressed into your hands.
San just watched across the kitchen, the softest, sweetest grin on his face.
Happy Belated Valentine's,
Please enjoy a lil phone wallpaper from me to you in honour of this special day!
Yours
Aurora Mirage x
Today's writing set up: emotional support Hannie acquired, and Hyunjin is touching grass (thank you @auroramirage for your inspiring gift 🥰🤣)
Chili made these photocards! I have a whole bunch that I'm gonna post but for *fic reasons* I'm holding back... Anyways yes this is a shameless plug to encourage you to go to @baby-yongbok's Etsy and treat yourself to some pretty boy paper 🥰
I love my angel @pixie-felix so fkn much xxx
I'm writing, I'm writing....I'm making infinitesimally small amounts of progress on more than 25 fics on a regular basis. Some of them are ABSOLUTELY follow ups to previous fics, but I'm curious,
Which of last year's fics would you like to read more of?
Deathslinger (DbD)
First Time (Anonymous Fun)
In Your Fantasy (TW)
Another fic (please share)
Maybe you read something that I hadn't even considered people might want to read more of, and you are desperate for more. I dunno.....a girl can dream!
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Golden Hour part 4 you say...?
I know the concept photos have absolutely destroyed all my Atiny besties, but I couldn't help myself. I just had to make a couple of phone wallpapers cos.....I guess I'm just wired up that way?
Anyway, if you like em, feel free to use em x
Yours,
Aurora Mirage x
p.s. this was supposed to post 2 hours ago, so I'm not entirely sure what happened!
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The Mile High Effect
Pairing: Wooyoung/Reader Rating: Explicit (language, sexual content) MDNI
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You were never an unruly passenger when you flew, no matter how bad the situation got. You had handled screaming toddlers, people puking into blue bags as they sat next to you, even an angry Russian threatening to take the plane down with his off brand Nike sneaker thanks to a psychotic break.
All of that would change today.
You woke with a killer migraine, but would be damned if you were missing your flight. You had finally booked the perfect getaway with your man and you weren’t giving it up regardless of your brain oozing out of your ears.
But pain culminated into the perfect storm when a middle aged Karen demanded you trade her your window seat. You politely declined, putting your headphone back in. Karen gratingly tapped your shoulder until you ripped your ear bud out, insisting that you give up your seat. You told her in the kindest words possible to go fuck herself.
Karen huffed and buzzed for the overhead attendant sign. A gorgeous man with dark hair and a freckle under his eye showed up.
“How can I help you today?” he asked, his customer service voice on full display.
“This foul woman won’t give me her seat,” Karen barked, crossing her arms over her sagging chest. You exhaled through your nose, attempting not to use every four lettered word, and every variation there of, at the woman a seat over from you.
“I paid for the window seat. I’m not moving,” you said through gritted teeth. The throbbing in your head reached an all time high.
The man between you looked terrified at the situation, like he was living his own personal hell and not you. Karen huffed again. “Surely there’s something you can do.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” the young man replied. “All passengers are to sit in their assigned and paid for seats.”
With that, he walked away. Karen glared at you. You flipped her the bird and resumed looking out your window.
You hadn’t even taxied yet.
Eight hours was set to be the longest flight of your life. And you had flown sixteen hours to Korea before.
Take off and leveling went off without further hitches. Suddenly, a toddler began to wail. You dug into your purse, frantically looking for the pain medicine that might save everyone on board’s lives. You located them in a bottle in the bottom of your purse, and shot two down the back of your throat. You dry swallowed out of desperation and sighed. They tasted like chalky shit, but as long as they worked, you wouldn’t complain.
Shortly after take off, the young man returned, offering drinks. You took a Dr. Pepper and rinsed the after taste of the pills from your throat. Karen baulked at the lack of diet Pepsi (on a Coke branded flight). You rolled your eyes and turned up your music. Hopefully the sweet lull of divorced dad bod rock would put you in a better mood.
Halfway through the flight, the Dr. Pepper and your morning coffee hit in full force. You squeezed past your fellow passengers with an “ Excuse me” and relieved yourself in the narrow bathroom near the front of the plane. As you returned to your seat, you found it occupied by none other than Karen.
“I’m back, so move over,” you said, trying to keep your voice neutral. Karen gave you a scathing grin.
“Looks like it’s my seat now. Guess you shouldn’t have moved,” her voice came out like sugar. The man next to her widened his eyes.
Your migraine finally got the better of you.
“Bitch, if you don’t get your fat ass out of my seat, I will rip you out of it by your poorly permed hair.”
The cabin grew incredibly quiet. Then Karen let out a blood curdling scream.
“She’s threatening me!” she hollered. She flailed her arms wildly, nearly smacking the man next to her.
“I haven’t even begun to threaten you,” you seethed. A light tapping only our shoulder had you turning with a murderous glare. The flight attendant from earlier stood behind you looking mildly concerned.
“Is there a problem?” he asked, looking between the two of you.
“She’s in my paid seat,” you answered, as though the problem was obvious. Karen began to cry crocodile tears. You rolled your eyes and looked back at the attendant.
“She’s gonna kill me!” Karen wailed. You pinched the bridge of your nose and closed your eyes. You slowly counted to ten.
It didn’t work.
Her faux crying triggered you. “You know lady, I might just!”
The flight attendant tapped you on the shoulder again. You turned to face him again, your hands balled into fists.
“What?”
“Ma’am, we have to take any threats on the plane seriously. I’m going to need you to gather your things and come with me.”
You looked at him incredulously. He couldn’t be serious.
“Please ma’am,” he repeated. “Gather your things.”
Karen’s tears miraculously ceased as you reached between her legs to grab your stowed away bag and purse. You muttered for her to fuck off and die as you lifted your head, leading her to gasp. You gave a mischievous grin as you stood, aware that the attendant had heard nothing.
You followed him to the front of the plane, and stowed your bags beneath a seat next to his. He asked you to hold your hands out. You complied, your eyes widening as he pulled zip ties from a drawer.
“You cannot be serious,” you hiss whispered. He gave you a sad smile and bound your hands together.
“Any deemed threat, remember?”
“Can you at least put my headphones in?” you asked, tugging against the zip ties. The attendant sighed and shook his head.
“No special privileges for the incarcerated.”
That was it.
You were opening a door and jumping the first chance you got.
The attendant left you alone, zip tied in your seat, to make rounds on the cabin, along with his fellow crew. As they made their way around the isles, the overhead speaker sounded. The Captain of the plane came on overhead speaker.
“Sorry folks, looks like there’s some dangerous storms in our path,” he began. You felt your heart plummet. “We will have to change course, adding another three hours to the flight. We apologize for the delay.”
You slammed your head back against the galley wall. This was fixing to be the worst day of your god damned life.
The attendant returned, and asked you if you wanted the chicken or fish. You glared at him from your tiny, uncomfortable chair.
“Okay,” he drawled out. “We’ll put you down for chicken.”
You looked away, the rage evident on your face. You watched the back of his annoyingly perfect head as he began to work in the galley, heating dinners.
“What’s your name, anyway?” you spoke up. He turned and looked at you with a grin.
“Wooyoung.”
“And exactly how will I be eating, Wooyoung?” you asked, holding your bound hands before you. Wooyoung’s smile widened.
“I will feed you, of course.”
You looked at him in disbelief. He couldn’t be serious.
Right?
“Don’t worry, I have a kid brother. I’m used to feeding others.”
You groaned and tugged against your restraints. “I’m not being fed like a fucking child.”
“You will or you will go hungry,” his smile dropped. “Please don’t make this harder than it has to be.”
After disseminating dinners amongst the full flight, Wooyoung returned and microwaved your dinner. The urge to tell him to fuck off was incredibly overwhelming, but you managed to bite your tongue. Instead you conceded, furrowing into yourself in the seat. Wooyoung sat beside you and opened the chicken dinner. He cut it into small bites and blew on the pieces of food before guiding them to your mouth. You couldn’t even look at him as he fed you.
But you listened closely as he rambled on about how he would change inflight dishes to be more appetizing. His skills in the air were obviously wasted when he should be in culinary school. You told him as much and he gave you a bright smile.
Once the dish was empty, he opened another Dr. Pepper, put a straw in it and offered it to you.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asked. You took a large swig of the soda before replying.
“I honestly want to die right now.”
Wooyoung frowned, and set the soda on the counter next to you.
“I didn’t burn you, did I?” his tone was worried. You shook your head.
“This is fucking degrading.”
Wooyoung sighed and offered you another drink. You took it without hesitation.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered so that only you could hear. “Company policies can be a real bitch. I would have loved to watch you drag her out by her hair.”
You barked out a laugh, startling the other attendant who had stepped into the galley. Wooyoung laughed along with you. He reached down between your legs and grabbed for your purse. He easily found your phone and headphones, and placed the earbuds into your ears. You eyed him, questioningly.
“I won’t tell if you don't," he winked. He pressed play on your phone and the crooning of a middle aged man (plus your migraine medicine) had you dozing off to sleep, even in your shitty chair.
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You woke up an hour later due to severe turbulence. While the plane had subverted most of the storms, a few outliers were causing the plane to bump in the sky. Your half drank Dr. Pepper immediately spilled onto your lap. You swore as your jeans were drenched.
Wooyoung began lightly patting your upper thighs with paper towels to no avail. Heat pooled in your lower belly at the intimate touch, your thighs involuntarily clenching.
“We might have better luck in the bathroom,” he offered. He pulled you to your feet, leaving your phone and attached headphones in his seat. He shimmied you both into the unoccupied, small bathroom cubicle. Once the door was locked, he had you pressed up against the wall.
“I thought I would never get you in here,” his voice was rich and had deepened several octaves. “Did you really have to pick a fight?”
His lips latched onto your throat, and began peppering the long column with kisses.
“It’s been eight weeks since you were home last, Woo,” you groaned, pressing against him. You hissed as your hands slammed painfully against the small sink. “How else was I going to get your attention?”
Wooyoung grabbed a pair of safety scissors from his pocket and cut your zip ties free.
“Sorry, baby,” he uttered before his lips crashed into yours. Your aching hands came up to intertwine in his hair as your tongue mapped his mouth. His hair had grown longer since you had last seen him. You knew he enjoyed his job most days, but his home times were spreading out longer and longer. “You know I hate keeping you waiting.”
“Stop talking,” you quietly snapped, nipping at his bottom lip. “We don’t have long."
Wooyoung spun you, his hands landing on your hips. He immediately reached around with deft hands and quickly undid your pants button. He eased your jeans down your thighs, along with your panties. His fingers slipped between your folds, finding you sticky but not wet.
“Fuck,” he muttered, before turning you again. He hiked you up onto the small sink before dropping to his knees. His face was already perfectly aligned with your core.
He began to lick and lave at your center like a mad man. His tongue licked a stripe from your cunt to your clit, and he relished in the way you reached down to tug his hair. He repeated the action before taking your clit between his lips. He began drawing designs on the tiny bud until you were keening, your hips grinding against his face in pleasure. You whimpered against a fist so that no one outside would hear you. A particular twirl of his tongue had you seeing stars.
A hand snuck up your shirt and began to roll a nipple between his fingers. Your chest was heaving as he toyed with your body, playing you like an instrument only he knew.
Wooyoung released your nipple and pulled away minutely, slipping two fingers into his mouth. He eagerly sucked on them, coating them with spit. Then he lined them up with your cunt.
He slid them into you as he resumed ravishing your clit. You groaned as his fingers dragged against your walls, spreading you for what was to come. It had been so long since you had felt his guitar calloused fingers that you almost forgot how fantastic they could feel. Wooyoung made quick work of reminding you of how much better he felt compared to your vibrator.
With his fingers buried in your twitching cunt, and his tongue suckling your clit, you came with a silent cry. Wooyoung smugly pulled you off the counter, and spun you to face the sink and mirror. Your reflection already looked completely fucked out.
Wooyoung eased himself from his tight, black pants and slid his cock between your legs, gathering the juices that were running down your sticky thighs. Placing your hands on either side of the mirror, you barely canted your hips. It was just enough of an angle for Wooyoung to bury himself in you. His hand clamped over your mouth as he groaned into your hair, the heat of your core completely enveloping him. He held your mouth closed as he began to rock his hips, slowly pulling himself from you just to slide back in.
“I can’t go this long without you again,” he mouthed against the shell of your ear. You whimpered against his hand, pushing your hips back against his. He slammed into you, pistoning his hips to make the experience short but ensuring you got off. His deep, pointed thrusts had him hitting your g-spot repeatedly, while his free hand searched out and rolled your swollen clit. You came around his cock, your eyes slamming shut as you tried to scream. Wooyoung shushed you as your thighs quivered and your cunt clenched around him.
With a swear, his hips faltered and he came deep within you. You felt heat pool in your lower belly as he filled you to the brim. Eight weeks hadn’t just been too long for you. You swore it was enough cum that it would out do your birth control and he would knock you up right there on the plane. Your core twitched again at the audacious thought, milking him even more.
With a grunt, Wooyoung pulled himself from between your thighs and tucked himself back into his pants. He helped you shimmy your clothes back up in the small confines of the room.
You turned to face him, fixing his hair as best as you could. He cradled your face and slotted his lips against yours. His forehead came to rest against your brow.
“I can’t wait to see those perfect tits when we get to the Cayman’s,” he said against your kiss swollen lips. You quietly whimpered against him, your body already rearing to go again. A rap at the door let you know your time was up.
“Sorry we couldn’t clean those better,” he said loudly as he unlocked the door. You made your way back to your “prisoner’s seat,” your mood and head both much improved. You were immediately re-zip tied, and you playfully glared at your boyfriend as he did so. Wooyoung boldly laid a hand on your thigh for the rest of the flight. A fellow attendant winked at you as she passed to disperse another round of drinks.
As a “criminal” you were forced to deboard first. Wooyoung recut your zip ties before giving you a chaste kiss.
“Thanks for all the help, sir,” you emphasized the last part. Wooyoung smirked at you.
“Thanks for flying American,” he chuckled. “And enjoy your stay in the Cayman’s.”
“Oh, I will,” you countered, still playful. “Enjoy your time off with your girlfriend.”
“I intend to thoroughly enjoy every second,” he winked before stepping back into the plane.
You laughed to yourself as you walked down the tunnel connecting the plane to the airport. You had an entire week with that man, getting to celebrate your four year anniversary. And there wasn’t a single Karen who could ruin that for you.
Even a mile in the sky.
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I fucking love this story so much! Thank you @sam-staytiny888 you gorgeous, smutty star!
For Accuracy
Word Count - 3.1 k
CW - smut, 18+ mdni
Fem x Idol
It started as a joke, she was just messing around on social media.
Knowing the lads were now on the same platform as her, she threw it out as a bit of fun before she went offline for her birthday weekend. 48 hours of chilling and partying with her bestie at a spa resort. Strictly no phones allowed.