I’ve read all kinds of posts both from writers and readers lamenting about comments on fic. Authors are upset when they don’t get any, readers don’t know what kinds of comments to leave, etc. And it finally clicked in my brain why I think a lot of people don’t bother writing comments.
And this is what it boils down to:
Writers do not want praise.
We just want to talk about our story.
I can’t speak for everyone obviously - but I think the majority of writers don’t care so much for the “omg you’re a brilliant writer!!” comments as much as we just want to hear your thoughts on the story. Even if it’s just your thoughts as you’re reading of “oooh x happened! I can’t believe y said this! What’s going to happen now that z has happened?!” We literally just want to talk about what we’ve written like you would with a friend about a tv show. We’re not out here demanding praise like some entitled narcissist.
While praising our writing skills or writing style is appreciated, it doesn’t need to be said on every fic and every chapter that you read. If you regularly comment on someone’s work that’s telling enough that you like our technique. Readers shouldn’t feel pressured to have to praise a writer’s abilities every time they want to comment.
In the grand scheme of things, talking about the fic/chapter is actually more helpful to us writers instead of spewing praise. It’s the same with artwork. As nice as it is that people tell me “wow your art is so pretty!” it’s a LOT more useful to me to get comments like “I love their expressions!” or “the lighting on this is gorgeous!” because then I know WHAT people are liking about it. If no one ever comments on my backgrounds, I now know what to improve. If most people comment on liking the expressions, I now know the strong points of my art and can use it to my advantage to make even better art in the future.
The same goes for fic. If multiple people tell me they liked a certain part of the story I now know that things similar to that are a hit. It’s feedback I can use to improve the story and give my readers more of what they want. Without that I have no idea what they like about the fic.
Talking with a writer about their story also gives them inspiration!! Nothing gets us more in the mood to work on a fic than to have people wanting to talk about it. A lot of times just talking about one of my fics with someone will give me that push to continue working on it. Getting a comment that just says “great chapter” or “you’re a great writer” doesn’t do much to motivate us to continue that particular fic. But if you talk about the story and the characters it gives us motivation to continue working on it, may even give us ideas for future chapters. I would hope that those of you with “comment anxiety” find this approach so much easier than trying to praise the writer every time you read.
So that fic the author hasn’t updated in forever that you’re dying to read? Talk to them about the fic and the elements of the story! It will make the writer want to talk to you about it and will get their mind thinking about it, hopefully inspiring them to continue where they left off. Fics that are left in silence are more likely to be abandoned or even deleted because nothing feels worse than putting your heart into a story to have no one say anything about it.
TLDR; Writers do not want praise, we just want to talk with our readers about the story itself, and these are the kinds of comments that inspire us to keep writing more.
AMENDMENT >>> Some people are misinterpreting my words so I just wanted to make something clear. I am not trying to police how people comment - I am merely reassuring readers that not every writer is an entitled asshole who expects you to comment about how talented they are and what a gift they are to the fandom. I’ve seen this attitude in writers occasionally and I want people to know that most of us writers are not like that. We love any and all comments but you do not ever need to feel pressured to say how amazing we are and lick our boots. There is nothing wrong with praising the writer, in fact a lot of us love it, but it is not something that should be required if you feel inclined to comment.
A good writer will love any positive comment whether there be praise or not. A good writer will never have expectations or demand something of their readers. A good writer will appreciate their readers and cherish the comments they receive.
1. When Daegal got sick and you wouldn’t leave her side.
It was just an upset stomach. She ate something she shouldn’t have and threw it up right away. And yet, for the entirety of two days, you wouldn’t leave her side. You laid with her on the sofa while she slept, monitored her while she played and while she walk from one place to another you followed her around like a shadow. I whined for you to pay attention to me as well, for you to cuddle me and stay by my side. But no matter what I did, your only focus was Daegal. I’ve never expected to be jealous of my own daughter and yet at that moment I couldn’t help but sulk. Then, when the two days were over and you went home I couldn’t help but smile as Daegal cried at the door. She missed you just as much as I did. And at that moment, I realized I loved you because you were so special that even Daegal couldn’t help but love you. That your caring nature was not only noticed by me, that you also were appreciated by others, even dogs. And that didn’t make me jealous. That, made me feel proud.
2. When we watched soccer together for the first time.
It was public knowledge of how much I loved watching basketball, especially Stephen Curry. What was not public knowledge was how much you enjoyed watching soccer. While lounging on your sofa on a Sunday, I jumped from channel to channel on the TV. There were no funny movies or interesting programs that I could focus on. With your head on my lap, you scrolled the timeline on your phone and you couldn’t care less about my indecisiveness. That was until I stopped at the Sports Channel and the narrator started talking fast as he commented on what was happening in the game. Out of nowhere, you jumped out of my lap and snatched the remote out of my hands so fast that I didn’t even have the chance to process it. You glued your eyes to the TV and as if you were already doing that you started to pick up on the energy of the game. Throughout all of it, I watched you in awe. The way you jumped when the players missed the goal, the way your mouth hanged opened as they ran through the field, but especially the way you cursed and screamed when one of them committed a foul you were sure it was a mistake of the referee. The person in front of me seemed totally different from my usual girlfriend, and yet I loved every second. And at the end, when the team you were cheering for managed to score a goal in the last seconds of the final time you rushed to me, jumping excitedly before grabbing my face and pecking my lips. I couldn’t help but laugh as I realized that I loved you because there was still so much I had to learn about you. And I couldn’t wait to meet many more sides of you. I couldn’t wait to love them all as I did with the ones I already knew.
3. When you decided to do my skincare for me
Another fact of public knowledge was how nonchalant I could be with some aspects of life. One of them was my skin. Pimples, rashes, scabs even, they were all part of the human experience. But being an idol, even if I didn’t really care, there would be people to talk about it, to criticize it. Just as there would be managers that would tell me to take care of my image. I did not care what people would say, nor if the managers nagged at me because of it, but the habit of caring for it, all the steps to do, all the time to waste, I just couldn’t help but be lazy about it. We were talking about it one day after you came to see me while the makeup artists were doing my make-up. You and the make-up artists seemed to bond over your frustration on how lazy I could be with my skincare. And I thought that when we kissed goodbye and you left to your own schedule, the subject was over. But then you came to my place late at night. We both had just finished work late that day so I was surprised to see you there, certain that you would be tired. I tried to argue that you should have stayed at home to rest, even if I was tremendously happy to see you again. With a big smile on your face, you took me to the bathroom, sat me on the toilet, and began working. I tried to protest, I tried to distract you. I didn’t even register what you were doing exactly until you stopped to look at my freshly toned face and said. “I know you won’t do it if I just tell you to. So, don’t worry. Every time I can I’ll come over and do it for you, okay?” You ruffled my hair, took another product from the sink, and straddled my lap, our faces so close and yet so far away. As I held you and let you softly apply everything to my face I realized I loved you because you knew me well. You did not try to change me, instead, you volunteered yourself and your time to make sure I got taken care of.
4. When you did everything to stop me from playing games.
You knew that if you asked me to I would stop playing for you. I wasn’t as addicted to gaming as Jeno was, although I loved to play pubg if you smiled and ask for a hug I wouldn’t hesitate to comply. Of course, I would tease you about it, but I would still give it to you. So I don’t exactly know why you started it. We were laying in bed, one more time just lazying around together like we usually do. I was playing on my phone and you were beside me, your hand playing with my hair. It hadn’t been even an hour since I started playing, but suddenly you started sighing. I asked “what’s wrong?”, but every time you would say it was nothing and I would continue playing. At that point, I was still trying to think about what could be bothering you and then you made things clear when you asked. “until when are you planning to keep playing?”. I held back a smile. I was especially in a good mood that day so I decided to play with you a bit. I said, “not sure, why?” “oh nothing”, you replied, but you sighed a bit harder after and I knew you were growing frustrated. You tried to tempt me with food, but I denied every option. You tried to ask me difficult questions and I could tell you to google it. You even tried to come up with outrageous things to say like you would start a rapping career just to get a reaction out of me. Still, I didn’t budge. Then, you started sulking. You stopped playing with my hair and turned your back to me. Even without seeing your face, I could see you pouting. Laughing I stopped playing and hugged your frame. You tried to push me, but I held on. “Is my princess upset I didn’t pay attention to her, huh?”, I kissed your face once, twice, multiple times until you laughed and turned to me again. “I just wanted to cuddle”, you pouted again. My heart could burst at any second, how could you be so cute? I brought you closer to my chest, face nuzzled on my neck and I realized then that I loved you just because sometimes you were too cute to handle.
5. Every time I tease you.
I said it before. The best thing about teasing someone is not the teasing itself, but the reaction they give you. If someone doesn’t have fun reactions, then I would not tease them. And you have the best reactions. Depending on the day you either pout at me or you want to kill me. And the expectation of what’s it going to be each time gives me much more joy than it should. But still what makes me the happiest is not that. I realized I loved you not because you were fun to tease, or because your reactions are cute and fun as well. But because you don’t take any of my teasings to heart. You give me the freedom to tease you because you know I’m just having fun and you don’t need to take things seriously all the time. Even when I annoy you too much you don’t make a big deal out of it. It makes me feel comfortable, it makes me happy to see that half the time you are also having fun. And if you weren’t you’d be so quick to tell me your boundaries.
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re-wrote this so many times lol but i am ecstatic for how it came out! really enjoyed writing it so i hope you enjoy it too! also thanks for the request <3
warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talking of some sort. also mentions of fire and mafia
Adrenaline filled your veins in the same beat desire did. Moments before you didn't know if another time like this would come, but now that the realization that you would have many more made you desperate for each other. The leather seat you were laid on started to stick to your skin as you and Jeno kissed. His lips pushed against yours with such force that it felt like they were about to rip. And yet, you took it all willingly, because just as he did a mess of your lips, you did of his hair. Tugging and pulling at the strands like you were hanging on to them to live. Except maybe you were.
Before being dragged to his car and getting devoured by his kisses, you were alone in a house full of fire. You had no prospects of getting out alive, no hope that a prince in a white horse would come and save you. But then there he was. Fueled by rage and despair, Jeno drove his favorite red Lancia to you as if he was competing in one of his races. He was going to kill the one who dared to attempt against your life. More specifically, he was going to kill his sponsor. The mafia boss who loved to say Jeno was his favorite racer and treated him like a son, but that now tried to end the only one thing that he loved more than life itself.
Maybe it was the adrenaline of the drive, the fury he had mixed with the feeling of loss, but as he pinned you against the seat he moved like a predator hunting his prey. His animal instincts took over his mind and body, leaving only one thing on his mind.
He pulled away from the kiss gasping for air, both your lips red and tingling. Kneeling between your legs he kept eye contact with you as he unzipped his pants, then pushed them lower. His cock sprung free, the head red and already leaking. Your breath hitched, and subconsciously you tried to close your legs for a bit of friction. He stopped you midway, licking his lips before he spoke.
“I did not bring a condom”, he started pumping himself. The mere sight of it made your mouth water. “But you’re gonna take it all, aren’t you kitten? You’re gonna let me fill you up?”
You were already so dumb from desire that his words only made it worse. You could barely think, but you nodded. A whisper of a “yes” coming out of your mouth later. And it was all it took. Jeno went back to hover above you, his right hand spreading to the side of your head to support and his left holding one of your legs up. The tip of his nose caressed yours softly for a second, almost like a distraction. Because in the next second, he moved his hips and entered your hole.
He grunted at how easy it was for him to enter, your pussy hugging him so warm and wet it made him close his eyes instantly. Below him, your mouth opened to let out a cry, your forehead scrunching up as, you too, closed your eyes.
Slowly, he started thrusting, the pace getting faster after each time your skin slapped against each other. The air around you started getting hotter by the second, and the car squeaked with the harsh movements. He held tight into your thigh, thumb digging into your skin while you moaned his name.
As he reached a spot that made you moan louder, you reached to hold him closer. Your arms wrapped around between his arms and torso, hands gripping tight into his shoulders.
“Yes! Right there!”, you exhaled in one breath.
And he tried to comply, searching for that spot again until he could hit it in every single thrust.
Your hair started to stick into your forehead. Every bit of your body felt damp with your sweat. You were so close. Both of you were. And you could tell by the way his grunts started to turn into soft moans and he let go of the grip on your thigh so he could hold you closer, your nipples brushing his chest as they bounced.
“Hmm”, he moaned into your ear, the pitch a bit higher than the other ones. “You’re so fucking tight”
One more thrust. Both your hearts burned from holding your breath. Letting go of his shoulders your hands went down, your fingernails digging into his back. And that was what did it for him. A final harder thrust against you, and you felt the hot spurts of cum filling your cunt. What did it for you was the feeling of his dick twitching inside you, knowing full well that his main purpose for doing it in the car was to knock you up.
He almost lost you in the fire. He almost lost the opportunity to finally have a family. He was not going to wait for another moment.
Hey so I’ve been seeing many of the writers I follow reblogging the “why authors are leaving” blog and I totally understand why and was wonder are there other ways to support them other than reblogs and donations
hi! so i'm guessing you saw this post, and i’ll try to explain it in my own words since the infographic must not have been helpful for you-
there are only these 4 options for posts
blue box: Share - allows you to share to other tumblr friends - this one could be okay, it’s similar to reblogging, but you’d be directly sending it to friends and being like ‘hey i think you might like this’, this is good! But with this one, the writer will have no clue you did this, so, while it will help spread the fic, you’re not interacting with the writer in any way, and they will have no clue you enjoyed the fic enough to send it to a friend unless you also send them an ask telling them how much you liked their fic, or respond to the fic through the reply bubble
orange line: Reply - allows you to respond to the post without reblogging it. while this will let the author know you liked the fic, it also lets us know you didn’t like it enough to reblog it on your blog - regardless of blog aesthetics etc, reblogging is always the number 1 way to support tumblr content creators works. A number of people have pointed out how you can make a second account to reblog smut if your primary account aesthetic is something that’s REALLY important to you.
Green circle: Reblogs - reblogs are what make tumblr go round. there’s no other way about it. this is so much the case that if i post a fic at a time when people are not online as much, i’m guaranteed to have less interaction because the location it will show on their dash, however, if people are reblogging throughout the day, that means my content will be on numerous dashes at numerous times, allowing the most amount of people to see my work and enjoy it. Reblogging is the number 1 way to support content creators, even if you don’t have the time to leave a comment.
red x: Likes - likes, while it’s nice to have them, are again, just another show that you enjoyed our fic/content but not enough to put it on your own blog/dash for others to see.
if creating a side blog to protect ur primary blogs aesthetic, ur reputation, ur privacy- for any reason- will let you reblog more content, then DO IT.
As you can see, given the way tumblr works, with it’s 4 options, Reblogging truly is the only way to support content creators outside of donations through kofi/donations/outside sources.
Including the original infographic’s suggestions on what to do as well.
if you dont want to start a second blog to support content creators, and are too protective of your primary for any reason to reblog smut there, then the LEAST you can do is send in asks or reply to the fic, or share it with your friends, however, you will do so KNOWING it does very little to help the creator get exposure for their work
and you should also know that if more and more people decide not to ever put in TINY BIT OF work for content creators through a reblog, content creators are going to stop putting in the HUNDREDS OF HOURS of work for you.
i’ve already seen a number of my friends delete their blogs due to lack of interaction, and while i’m lucky in the fact that my followers are extremely kind and supportive, not every fanfic author has that- and we need to be more supportive of each other :)
heyyy hope ur doing greattt <33 for that song + member thing ur doing,,, could you do sweet dream by nct u for xiaojun 🥲 that song is too good for my well being ✨🤍
this was so fun to write! sweet dream is such a good song and despite xiaojun not singing in it it suits him so well!! anyways, thanks for requesting and hope you have the greatest day <3
You swayed at the rhythm of the song, his hands on your waist and yours around his neck. The room you danced in sparkled white, light reflecting from the multiple crystals scattered around the floor and ceiling. Xiaojun shouldn’t have brought you here, but he did anyway. Because the look on your face when you first saw it meant far more to him than the rules he broke as an Oneiroi.
His job was simple. Deliver the dream, watch it as it is being delivered to the human, then leave. And the rules, although he thought of them silly at the time, were even simpler. Don’t interfere with the dream, don’t form attachments, but above all, don’t fall in love. And yet, despite all the times he swore he could never fall in love with a human, he did. But not any human. You.
“So you stay here when there’s no work?”, you asked.
He was smiling, he loved sharing things about his work with you, although he still didn’t have the courage yet to tell you what was going on when your dreams ended.
“Lately, yes. I wait here every day until the moment I get to hold you and call you mine.”
You blushed. You still couldn’t believe that Xiaojun was a Dream Spirit. Somewhere, deep down, you are still scared this is just a fidget of your imagination, some trick your mind pulled on you and that’s why you and he could only meet in your dreams. But every time he held you close, every time he smiled after a kiss, it felt as real as anything else beyond your sleep.
“But don’t you have other dreams to get to? What happens if you don’t deliver a dream?”
Xiaojun tensed at the question, his smile getting smaller as he looked into your eyes. He pondered about telling you everything that he didn’t, everything that he couldn’t. But the thought of losing you if he did make his heart ache. What if you didn’t allow him to enter your dreams anymore, and what if he couldn’t see you anymore? What would be of his existence? What would be of his love?
“Don’t worry darling. I am just one of a thousand Oneiroi, and no dreams get undelivered. Besides, even if they don’t, the humans wouldn’t notice. It would be just another dreamless night like any other.”
“But what if they do notice?”
He stopped dancing. So you did too. He passed his hand through his hair and you could see the sweat forming on his forehead. He looked so nervous, yet spoke with so much certainty it almost pained you to doubt him.
“You have so many questions today”, Xiaojun joked nervously. “The only dream I want to be is in yours, okay?” He took your face into his hands and pecked your lips. “I’m only yours”
Soon, the words you wanted to say got stolen as he kissed you. Your worry melted into the sweetness of his tongue, and your doubt got lost in his taste. But Xiaojun couldn’t stay still. His heart thumped loudly in his chest and his mind could not make him forget every word he didn’t say. That right now, no Oneiroi was delivering dreams. Instead, they were chasing him. Because Xiaojun was no longer an Oneiroi, and he renounced everything just to be with you.
hiii for the drabble, haechan and she gets the flowers by Beth McCarty 🥺🌻
This hurt to write, especially the ending. But the song is really beautiful and will definitely be making it into my playlist! Thanks for requesting and hope you like it <3
“Babe!”, Haechan called from the door.
He had a bouquet in his hands. A mix of callunas and white roses. As soon as everyone else in the room turned to his voice, a bunch of cheers and “oohs”s were heard. They ate this type of scene up. Haechan, the loving and most supportive boyfriend, coming to cheer his girlfriend Heather on one more of her shows. He never seemed to miss one.
Heather smiled widely and went to kiss her boyfriend, thanking him over and over for being so sweet. You could almost feel your bile wanting to come up. When you guys were together he never did that. His and Heather’s relationship was for everyone to see, with bouquets bigger than her face, and PDA at the hottest spots of the ballet academy. But yours were always a secret. Stolen kisses when no one was looking and dates always at home because no one could know you were a thing. It had been three months already, and it still stung like it was yesterday.
“But don’t be greedy”, he flicked her nose before taking out a single white rose from the bouquet. “This one is for Y/N”
He walked towards you and pushed the flower towards you, expecting you to take it. Staring at him, with your mouth slightly agape you couldn’t figure out what he was trying to do. Unconsciously your gaze dropped to his mouth, on the sweet smile he carried. Memories of all the kisses you shared, of all the promises you made came flooding back into your brain. Was this a game to him? To make you love him and then replace you just because you were always the understudy? Because such a prodigy of a male dancer couldn’t be seen with anyone that wasn’t as spectacular as him?
“Don’t misunderstand”, he said to everyone. But especially to you. “I wanted to thank you for always having Heather’s back. I feel at ease knowing you’ll take her place if something were to happen to her”
His words at that moment hurt more than the ones he said when he broke things up. Everyone else was awed by his kind gesture, whispering things like “he’s so thoughtful”, and even Heather went to kiss his cheek, proud to be dating someone like him. Yet your eyes burned while you tried to keep the tears from falling.
“Take it”, one of the male dancers shouted.
The flower still was in his hand, waiting for you to grab it and act like you loved it. But you wouldn’t. Rather, you couldn’t. With the smallest bit of self-respect, you still had you slapped his face, making the entire room gasp. For the first time, you saw fire in Heather’s eyes.
“Are you crazy?”, she shouted at you. But your focus wasn’t on her.
“What game are you playing?”, you asked him, your voice getting raspy as you continued to try and stop the tears from coming. “Shoving me in your apartment because you were embarrassed by being seen with me wasn’t enough? Making me fall for you then breaking my heart wasn’t enough? What more do you need to take from me before you leave me alone?”
“I was trying to be nice”
“Nice? Now? After all the promises you broke, you think now is a good time to be nice?”
The room fell silent. No one knew exactly what they were witnessing. “Were they a thing?”, someone whispered to another, and at that, Heather spoke.
“What is going on?”
“What? You don’t know?”, you finally looked at her. Her eyes flicked between you and her boyfriend, unsure of what to make of the situation. And unsure of what you were going to say next. “Before you started dating him, I was his girlfriend. Except I got excuses, and you . . . You got flowers”
Genre | flight au, fluff, smut, pwp, angst, satire but it doesn't come across
Warnings | fingering, blowjob, choking, kun in a uniform (most definitely lethal), kun calls you good girl, kun is rich (eat the rich am i right *nudge nudge*)
Word Count | 4,500+
A/N | i hope you enjoy, im not rlly sure how i feel abt this one, but BOY it was so fun to write i love the concept + let me direct your lovely attention to the title once more bc i have the humor or a 12 year old boy get it bc no its like cock + I HAVE NO IDEA HOW PLANES WORK and google isnt on my side for this one so lets pretend i invented aircrafts and therefore decide how they run + not sponsored by goldfish/chexmix though if any brand ambassadors are reading i think a years supply would be adequate + AGAIN idk how much i like this its kinda lacking im sorry + BUT @hadesjun thank you so much for requesting i had a field day coming up w the plotline >:)
[insert mark's "enjoy your flight *snap*"]
The steady click, click, clicking of your heels echoed off the thin walls of the plane's boarding bridge, rhythmic with the grainy rolling of your small carry-on luggage. You felt slightly self-conscious, nodding to the other air hostesses as you crossed the small step between bridge and plane.
Was your lipstick smudged? Your hairpin out of place? Perhaps you'd spilled coffee on your white collar. Biting the inside of your cheek, you reached a hand up to smooth any fly-away hairs.
Deep down you knew the stress was misplaced, irrational even, something that should be easily stifled. You often struggled with anxiety, but this matter seemed too trivial, your sweaty hands and thumping heart seemed overdone, overdramatic.
But, then again, maybe it was called for, as it'd been so long since he was flying pilot.
He, the handsome man himself.
He with his slicked black hair and chiseled eyebrows. He with his dark blue uniform, accented with a shining gold.
Qian Kun.
Oh, the evil Qian Kun.
Qian Kun with his rich cologne. Qian Kun with his cutesy dimples. Qian Kun with his sly eyes and grabby hands that had all your worries drifting away like puffy clouds. Your mind wandered at the thought of finally seeing him, lips twisted as you nervously chewed on the inside of your cheek.
But no. You had to stay calm, stay cool, for one small misstep would have both your asses fired, sent back to the ground with nothing but a small bag of cornnuts and a lecture on how relationships in workplaces led to a toxic environment.
A toxic environment? You snorted, please. A little bit of toxicity was surely needed in such a boring place, the same gossip had been recycled so many times that if you had to sit through one more recall of how your boss had been found cheating on his wife in the company storage room you'd cry.
But, no. You couldn't fuck this up, as though you were positive Kun would be fine without this job, what with his bachelors degree and stacked job offers and oh-I-don't-know black card, you weren't the same case. You were barely making deadlines, for both bills and schoolwork.
You'd dropped out of college to start working in order to send money back home to your parents and siblings, and now took online classes to get your GED. With the cost of rent and workload inclining and your time and resolution declining, you felt yourself slipping into a bad place, locked inside your mentality.
Of course, Kun, being the gentleman he was, had offered to pay ridiculous amounts of money to both you and your family, but you'd profusely declined. You wanted your relationship to be built off love, not financial stability. But lately you had to admit it was taking a toll on you, the sleepless nights and constant pressure building into a looming sort of anxiety.
You felt a migraine settle into the crevices of your skull as you boarded the plane, feet already sore from your clicky heels. You reached the back of the plane to settle, making a mental note to search for aspirin.
You jumped as you entered the cabin crew's quarters, startled as you walked in on a crouched Kun, his hands stretched into the snack cabinet. You hadn't expected to run into him so soon, but you tried to convince yourself it was good to get it over with before the anxiety settling in your gut tripled.
"Ah, you caught me," he grinned, dimples on full display as he retrieved a handful of Goldfish packets, stuffing them into the pockets of his navy pants.
You frowned. The audacity of that man, stealing the passengers' tasty goldfish in broad daylight!
You opened your mouth to tell him off, but you suddenly found yourself getting choked up, words sticky in your mouth. You blinked in surprise as your eyes became watery, a sudden rush of emotion making your head spin.
Perhaps it was because it was the first time you'd seen Kun in weeks, your flight schedules had been warped and wonky, time spent together diminishing as you were stationed half way across the world. You hadn't realized how much you had missed him, something your busy life distracted you from. Your bottom lip trembled as you couldn't remember the last time you had properly hugged him, guilt bubbling up inside you.
The weathered gate holding back all your accumulated stress was slowly creaking open, and you felt yourself go weak with exhaustion. Oh, how you longed for Kun, for him to brush your hair, to hold you tight to his chest. All you wanted to do was fall and collapse against him, strong arms certainly sturdy enough to hold the weight of your problems.
Kun's dimples faded as his dark eyes met your glassy ones, eyebrows furrowed as his hand reached out to pull you in. You almost swooned with want, his needed embrace was so, so clo-
"Omg, hey you," your coworker Ten burst into the rest compartment, dropping down his carry-on with a thud. Kun snapped his hand back, reflexes smoothing both of your faces over into a practiced customer-service smile.
Your face flushed pink as Ten's sudden entrance brought you back to reality, reminding you that your relationship was still supposed to be under the radar. Frustrated with your foolishness, you clenched your fists, cursing yourself for slipping and letting your emotions getting the best of you.
"Ugh, it's literally been sooooo long," Ten squealed as he pulled you into a hug, kissing at either sides of your cheeks. "Puh-lease tell me they've got your schedule all sorted out, I cannot BARE to be separated from you, babe, it's literal HELL on Earth."
You smiled, blinking away your forming tears and allowing yourself to be preoccupied with the overly-hyper, bubbly Ten. Ten had a way of shifting the atmosphere into something lively, negativity scattering into the shadows as his presence was too bright. You felt your chest lighten has he grinned back at you, manicured hands patting your cheek lovingly.
"I'll make sure it's hell even with me here, you get to pass out the fruit cups," you teased, laughing as he grimaced, playfully slapping your shoulder.
As Ten slipped into his usual (and somewhat exaggerated) account of his day, your eyes wandered around the small compartment, scanning for Kun. You frowned internally as you realized he must have snuck out with the arrival of Ten, pausing to regain yourself before quickly pushing the thought of him away.
With the rest of the cabin crew filing in, you didn't have time to battle your emotions. Especially when you were on the clock, especially when the thin walls of the airliner made for no privacy. Especially when you seemed particularly sensitive today, much to your annoyance. You had always been extra careful, so why was it so hard this time?
"Anyways," Ten smacked his lips, oblivious to your slight, "Remember that time old boss man was caught literally cheating on his wife?"
You exhaled, rubbing your temples. This was going to be a long flight.
"Excuse me, miss," a passenger called out, waving a hand. You pursed your lips and closed your eyes, bringing the food and beverage cart to a stop. Turning around to the source of the call, you saw a small child with orange juice spilled on his pull-down tray, liquid leaking off down the side of his seat. His father sat next to him, lifting the child in a poor attempt to shield him from the spill.
"Miss?"
You clenched your teeth into a painfully tight smile as the child's face contorted, tears threatening to spill over his chubby cheeks. You could feel your headache worsening, why, if that baby started screaming you'd chuck him out the window, you concluded, reaching back into the cart and grabbing a handful of napkins.
"Hey, it's okay," you whispered at the kid, patting his head as you handed some flimsy napkins to the father. You both tried to mop up the mess, comforting the child.
Tray almost dry and a handful of sopping napkins, you silently celebrated as you'd managed to prevent the earsplitting wails, smiling as the dad thanked you. Dumping the mess in the cart's trash bin, you continued down the aisle, distributing food to passengers. Cart soon successfully empty, you returned to the cabin crew's quarters for a restock.
Ten popped his head up from behind a magazine as you entered, gum smacking, “Heyy, so apparently the captain's looking for you.”
You quickly hid your face at the mention of Kun, turning your back to him under the disguise of retrieving more packs of Chexmix. "Hmm? Oh, that's strange. I guess I'll talk to him when we land," you replied, trying hard to look nonchalant. Kun, you idiot, you seethed. So, we were now being reckless?
"No, but like I think it's urgent, two people have told me to tell you already," he sighed, flipping a page. "So, I don't know what he wants but like, I need these people to stop bothering me."
You raised your eyebrows, thoughts of Kun making way for amusement, "I mean, I understand, damn, you look busy."
Ten gave you a look from over the top of the brightly colored magazine, sighing distraughtly, "Please. We are in a SEVERE fire. Drought. Earthquake. Tsunami. Hurricane. Plane crash?" He tapped a page, "Moon Taeil smoking? Jung Jaehyun has a wife and six kids? Sixsome? Ass-eating? Please, my life is in SHAMBLES, hours on twitter are needed. Without the interruption of these mere mortals."
You rolled your eyes, setting down the snacks. Though you loved Ten to the fullest, you never could understand his obsession with the trivial matters of idols.
"Fine, you go claw someone on stan twitter over some celebrity," you found yourself saying, "I'll go see what the captain wants."
Once again, you made your way back down the aisle, head whirling as you no longer had the distraction of Ten to keep your thoughts centered.
Kun? Asking for you? You hadn't known that air hostesses were even allowed in the cockpit, and anyways, wasn't he too busy, like, flying the goddamn plane? What could he possibly want, you'd deemed him smarter than to be so risky here at work.
You reached the door to the cockpit just as the co-pilot, Win Win, was exiting for his break, holding out the door for you. You nodded at him before entering the compartment, faced with the back of Kun's head.
You could see just the side of him from where he sat, blazer off and the crisp white fabric of his shirt rolled to his elbows. The veins in his arms flexed as his hand shifted over the control, rubbing the handle absentmindedly. His black hair was tucked under a headset, long enough to fall in his face and tickle the nape of his neck.
It suddenly felt hard to swallow, your words growing thick and the air feeling hot. In a poor attempt to calm your nerves, you diverted your attention to the cockpit, a place you'd rarely been allowed in. It was a small space, taken up mostly by buttons and switches and other engineer-y looking levers that surrounded two chairs. It frightened you slightly, as if one wrong step could have you leaned against a button that would light up red and blow the plane to smithereens.
"Where's the self destruct button," you blurted, clamping your mouth shut as Kun turned around in his chair to look at you, eyebrows raised. Blood rushed to your face as you stood there, feeling awkward and naked under his amused gaze.
"Um, ahem. So, ummn. Ten said you wanted me?"
Kun tilted his head as the amusement shifted, looking up at you with concern. "I just wanted to ask if you were okay."
You paused, flicking your eyes away. That was all? Now, really. Putting your job on the line the ask if you were okay? Something he could have easily asked you outside of work?
You opened your mouth to tell him he was being stupid, that you could just continue this conversation later, but closed it again as you reconsidered. There was a reason you hadn't seen each other in ages, not just because of schedules but due to both of your lives high demanding responsibilities. It'd been weeks since you've had a true conversation, bordering on months.
You felt the emotions from earlier well up inside your chest, breath shaky and vision blurry. Damn it, you almost stamped your foot in frustration, why was it so hard to control your feelings? You'd always been someone to cry easily, a death wish in any argument, or any situation, really. You weren't even sad, but you couldn't stop the tears pooling beneath your lashes.
Kun unbuckled his seatbelt and opened his arms, beckoning you. His lap looked so inviting, you found yourself maneuvering the tight space to reach him, holding onto his arms as he pulled you to him. Your body melted into him as you made contact, legs straddling his and head against his chest. He was so warm, so big, his comforting scent of husky cologne and fresh linen swirling around your head. His arms abandoned their post on the steer to wrap around your body, pressing you tightly to him.
The fabric of his shirt soon became damp, your tears staining the pearly white. Lips pressing against the top of your head, his hands rubbed small circles on your neck. He-
Wait a minute.
His hands. His hands were on you.
His hands were on you and off the steer. You pulled away, back hitting the sharp edge behind you.
"Kun, get your hands back on the steering wheel before you crash the plane," you panicked, eyes wide. Was he crazy? The consequences of you two weren't going to matter if you were all dead. You reached to grab the steer, to save you all, but Kun just smacked your hand away.
He chuckled, shushing you back onto his chest. "Autopilot," he scolded, "How'd they ever let you work on a plane when you don't know basics? Silly."
You squinted at him through watery vision, suspicious, "Mhm. I see why you love being a pilot, you just sit back and kick your feet up and get paid the big bucks for doing nothing."
"I get paid the 'big bucks' so you don't hop on a plane wanting to go to Korea but end up in Antartica."
"Hm, and I guess you don't fuck up landings too bad either."
He smiled down at you, "Cutie, but stop avoiding the question, you aren't as sly as you think. I know we've been too distant, but I can see something's wrong."
You buried your face against him, letting out a muffled groan as the conversation redirected. "I don't know," you started, turning your head to the side, "I just feel like I guess, I have so much responsibilities and not enough of, the capability? I've just been feeling so exhausted and overwhelmed. And without you, I just- Finally seeing you- I- I really, I really miss you a lot."
You cut off as your voice became wobbly, biting at your bottom lip. Kun brought his chin to rest on your shoulder, staring out into the sky that lay outside the large windows, humming into the comfortable silence that blanketed the two of you.
Being on a plane 24/7 had desensitized you to the beauty of the open sky, but resting in Kun's lap with the full wrap-around display of clouds was enough to make your heart swell. By now the sun was setting, fluffy clouds dyed vibrant colors. Swirls of pink and orange and purple and blue surrounded the small cockpit, laying down shadows to create a dreamlike affect. You could begin to see the twinkles of stars, pinned high up like diamonds embedded in a dark velvet. It was ethereal, so calming, you wished this moment could last forever, the just two of you alone in a different reality.
"I'm going to quit," Kun said softly, bringing a long finger to your lips as you snapped back in surprise, broken out of your trance.
"What? Wait, what? But? But you-"
"I'm not going to quit being a pilot," he dragged his finger from your lips up to your cheeks, wiping away the trail of tears. "Just commercially. I've been thinking about it for a while, but stayed so I could be with you. But now that it's leading to quite the opposite, I think it's time. Just think, we could finally b-"
Heart filling with hope, you lurched forward, slotting your lips against his. Kun's lips parted in surprise before you pulled back, cheeks flushed. You'd meant for the kiss to be a short one, sweet and celebratory, but it'd been so long since you'd tasted his lips that it had you pining for more, something like warm syrup pooling in your core.
"All of a sudden?" He questioned, licking over his lips, eyes dipping at the way you rubbed your thighs together, "You really want to go there?"
"If you're so intent on quitting, might as well go out with a bang."
You brought your hand up to his headset, pulling it off and discarding it on the ground, "Ten would love the new gossip, we've been recycling the same boring shit over and over again..."
You trailed off as Kun's gaze darkened, eyes hooding over. He gently gripped your chin, raising your lips back to his, biting for entrance. You relaxed against him as his tongue sucked away your tension, licking behind your teeth.
You moaned quietly as the kiss became messier, sloppier, desperate almost as if to make up for the time apart. His tongue pushed against yours, intertwining. The pull in your core strengthened, driving your hips down on his, slowly grinding.
Kun let out a throaty groan as you reached your hand down to rub against the tent forming in his pants, fingers gliding over the dark fabric. You hooked your fingers around the clasp of his belt, tugging. He smirked into the kiss, grabbing your hand and pinning it behind your back. You whined in protest, though were quickly cut off by the feeling of his hands reaching down and rubbing against your thighs, sliding up the tight fabric of your pencil skirt.
You gasped as his fingers make contact with your damp panties, slipping underneath the thin material and dipping into your wetness.
"Mmm, no shorts? You should know better, really," he mused, satisfied with the way to your eyelashes fluttered.
Your chest began to rise and fall heavily, breathy pants and small whimpers leaving your mouth as he began to stroke your swollen clit, taunting. You cried as he built up pressure, overstimulating you with quick movements, the wet sounds of your pussy squelching with his fast pace.
"Ah- Kun, slow-mh," you babbled, lost in the thrusting of his fingers. It had been ages since you'd been touched, the euphoric feeling almost too much for you to handle.
Kun only smirked at your despair, adding fingers to sink inside your cunt. Pleads turned into moans as he curled them inside you, your head lolling off to the side as he rubbed against your g-spot, stars shooting behind your lids.
Keeping pace, he raised his other hand to grip your neck, forcing your head back to meet his eyes. A pang of panic struck through you as his hands grasped tighter, darkened gaze lighting up with an hungry sort of glee at the way your eyes struggled to focus. You gurgled, the clogged saliva in your throat spilling, dripping down your lips.
The dizziness from your approaching orgasm doubled with the lack of oxygen, making you feel lightheaded, drifting on cloud 9. The initial panic was gone, his large hands around your neck testing the waters between pain and pleasure. Your hands fell limp from where they were clawing at his chest, knocking hard against the steer of the airplane.
You felt a sudden lurch in your stomach as the plane dropped forward, startled yells from the passengers sounding as Kun hastily pulled his hand away from your cunt, eliciting a wet popping sound. He moved his hand to the steer, guiding the plane back into a steady course.
Ignoring your needy whines at the loss of his fingers, he picked up his fallen headset, clicking a button. He brought his hand from your neck to wrap over your mouth, silencing any sounds.
"Sorry, folks," he spoke cheerily into the mic as you struggled against his grip, voice muffled, "Just a rough patch of turbulence."
Tossing the headset to the ground, he turned his attention back to you, your hands desperately grabbing at his tie.
"Always so keen to be careful yet here you are fucking things up," he murmured, a wicked glint in his eye. "Do you even deserve to cum?"
You bobbed your head quickly, looking up at him with big eyes, your empty core clenching around air as it longed for something to grasp.
"Then beg."
Desperate, you complied, hips bucking against his thighs as you pleaded, desperately calling his name, begging for him to put his fingers back inside you. You felt shame trickling in at the sound of your needy voice, though it soon disappeared as his fingers resumed their careful caressing.
"Mm, good girl," he whispered, shoving back into your cunt and thrusting deep.
Your moans peaked as the stimulation built up inside your core, high pitched and needy. You ground your hips down on his fingers, control over your body long gone as want fueled your very being. As Kun moved his hand back to squeeze your neck, your orgasm burst through you, ecstasy thrumming though your veins, sparks shooting to the tips of your toes and fingertips, making them curl in delight. You felt drunk on bliss, the clouds that surrounded you nowhere as near to how floaty you felt. You were soaring through the sky, riding on pure euphoria, high enough to reach the gates of heaven.
Slick cum leaked out from under your skirt, frothing as Kun removed his fingers, dripping down your legs. Your muscles relaxed as you soaked in the after-affect of your orgasm, head in a daze.
Kun let you doze while he licked his fingers clean, thick lips coated in your cum, before swiftly gripping your head and shoving on your knees. You cried in surprise, the rough movement forcing you into a cramped position in front of the seat. He towered over you, lapping up your remaining release from his lips as he undid the buck off his belt, snaking it off. "You thought it was over so soon?" He crooned, "Silly."
You swallowed as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Your mouth watered at the sight of it, long and thick, throbbing a flushed red. Kun gripped your hair tighter, tilting your head back and pressing the tip against your puffy lips. You licked at his pre-cum, the liquid salty against your tongue.
Kun paused, twisting his wrist to check the time on his shiny silver watch.
"Uh oh, better hurry that little mouth of yours.," he grinned, tapping his cock against your lips to coax it into your mouth, "Co-pilot's break should be over soon."
Unable to speak, you nodded, dragging your tongue up the sides of his length, spit collecting at the corners of your mouth. Seemingly impatient, Kun began to pull at your hair, pushing his dick deeper down your tight throat. You let out a stifled moan against his cock as he thrust your head violently, wet noises filling the room.
You choked and sputtered as Kun's dick hit the back of your throat, preening as you heard deep groans. Spit was leaking down your neck, overflowing as his throbbing length slid in and out of your mouth.
You heard Kun swear under his breath before thick ropes of hot cum hit the inside of your throat, causing you to gag. He loosened his clutch on your hair as you swallowed, a mixture of cum and saliva bubbling from your mouth as he pulled out.
"Fuck," he groaned, closing his eyes to savor the last moments of pleasure as you gasped for air. He sighed deeply in contentment, hooking under your arms to pull you back onto his lap. The both of you lay panting, limbs tangled together on the narrow seat.
Kun brought his face to rest in the crook of your neck, rubbing your back until your breaths slowed down. Both haven fallen from your high, you sat together, each others embrace enough to mend the eternity apart. You snuggled your deeper into his chest, hearts beating together, separated only by skin. It almost hurt how tight you were clutching each other, but you didn't dare let go.
"Why the hell do you smell like oranges," Kun muttered, breaking the tension that pulled at your heartstrings.
You brought a shaky hand to your mouth, swiping your sleeve in an attempt to wipe away the remaining mess, "Orange juice," you corrected, voice weak.
Kun laughed into your neck before lifting you off the seat and onto your trembling feet, hands clutching your waist. You blushed as you realized you must look entirely disheveled with the way he was smirking at you. Your hands fumbled with your crumpled skirt, wiping at the stains and making an effort to smooth down your hair.
Kun smacked your ass in the direction of the door, making you jump though his hand was light, teasing. "Go clean yourself up," he said, voice tender, "Win Win'll be back any second, let's talk tonight."
You nodded at his promise, breathless as he removed his hands from your waist. You wobbled a bit, unprepared for the lack of support as you no longer had anything holding you steady. You yelled as your legs gave out, causing you to stumble.
Kun's eyes widened in alarm as you fell, hands splayed out across the dashboard to catch yourself. Your arm had knocked into the steer, hands pressing an array of buttons. You stopped, pausing in silence, before the plane suddenly dropped, lights flashing and alerts sounding. Your breath caught in your throat at the sudden decline, the force slamming you back against the wall, making your headache split worse than before.
Screams arose as passengers cried out in terror, shrieks almost overpowering the blaring alarms. You could hear crashes of food carts and luggage as the plane plummeted down, mixed in with the desperate voices of staff members trying to give instruction.
Kun had leapt up beside you, hastily flicking switches and talking rapidly into his retrieved headset as he snapped a lifejacket on. You wanted to run, to help, to do something, but panic had you frozen, bile rising in your throat as you stared out ahead.
The large window in front of you no longer displayed a pretty painting of clouds, but inky waters instead, waves crashing as they drew nearer and nearer.
damn, she really said "might as well go out with a bang" and here they are about to CRASH THE PLANE. I loved it! pilot Kun is just *chef's kiss* and the writing is so immersive! biggest kudos
You gamed alright. You played The Sims, Minecraft, and sometimes even overwatch. but something I barely could convince you to play with me was lol. something made you hate the game and I couldn't understand why. Still, I would push until I was begging. I would promise to give you candy and chocolate. And I would even pull out a bit of aegyo to get you to play. But it was always like this: a struggle. It was after one of those that this happened. I was sitting on my usual setup while you sat with your notebook on my bed. I admit we were playing together, and I did help a lot. But somehow in your endlessly click of random buttons you managed to win us the game. And for a second we stayed there in silence, staring at the screen like total idiots. I looked back at you and your eyebrows were furrowed as you asked "how did that happen?". But I didn't answer, instead, I went straight to you and held you so tight I could hear the air escaping you. That moment, I realized I loved you because it didn't matter if you hated the game. It didn't matter if you did not do it all by yourself. Because a win is a win. and if it's a win for you, then it's a win for me as well.
2. When you gave up on our cycling date 5 minutes into it.
Again, one more thing I do that you really are not that much into. exercising in general for you was so tiring and time-consuming that you didn't wanna bother. So I couldn't hold my surprise when one day you said you wanted to go on a cycling date with me. The plan was simple. Go cycle for a few minutes around the park, feel the breeze on our faces, race each other if we wanted, and after, just have a small bite at a convenience store. We didn't need to do much, just spending time together was enough. But maybe, this was too much for you. because not 5 minutes into it you were panting and whining, and saying your legs hurt. Sweat dripped like a waterfall through tour forehead, nose, and neck. I had picked up the pace a bit so I looked back and your hair that before was looking so cute in your ponytail, was now up in a bun as you stood beside your bike, hands swatting around to get some air in your red face. I smiled and turned around, going in circles around you as we talked. "was it that on your face I see? oh, it's regret" / "regret??? this is hell!! don't know why I agreed to this, you are the worst" / "what? you were the one that said it'd be cute to do it" / "well I take it back", you said, officially crossing your arms and sitting down on the grass. With an even bigger smile than before I got off my bike and sat next to you, giving you a big smooch on your cheek before settling. Then, I realized that I loved you because you always were up to try the things I liked. Even if you hated them later, you did not miss an opportunity for us to spend time together.
3. When found out what you wanted to do in college.
Life is a long journey of big and small decisions. Some don't affect you at all, while others may very well be the way you live your life forever. And that pressure, sometimes makes us choose things out of necessity. We were just hanging out on your couch, your back against my chest as I hugged you by the waist and you played with my fingers. Moana was playing in the background but we weren't really paying attention, it was more background noise than entertainment. These times for me were precious. Only the company, the touches, the silence that did not bother. I treasured these quiet moments a lot knowing how much chaos my life had with my profession. and I know you did too. Expect this time, I could hear your brain working. Something was on your mind, and without wanting to push you I just waited for when you were ready to talk. My waiting time became fruitful when you got off me and looked me straight in the eye and said: "I think I know what I want to be". In that moment, my chest fluttered with pride and I knew I loved you because it took you months to figure out what you wanted. But all those months you didn't keep quiet. You worked hard to get to know yourself, to find something you enjoyed. and I just hoped that I could be the one to support you in all your decisions forever,
4. When you gave up after 1 year.
You entered college with confidence, an unmatched excitement for what was to come. But as time went by, I couldn't help but notice your happiness fading. You were always stressed, always crying about things you didn't understand and things you couldn't do. For a whole year, you kept going on, because you were the one that made the choice and you were afraid of giving up on something that could be the "it" you were looking for. I hugged you, encouraged you, and sometimes I just told you to leave everything behind. Because more and more, you lost yourself. You lost yourself into this fear that there was nothing else for you out there. Until I had enough. Against all my wishes to let you decide your future on your own, I realized that if I wanted to be part of your future I needed to step in. For a whole evening until the sunrise of the next day we talked. I hugged when you cried, we stayed silent when you needed to process things. But in the end, you realized that this course was not for you. And I realized then that I loved you because you were faithful to your choices but more than that you dared to look back and tell when they are not the right ones for you.
5. Every time you pick yourself up again.
I watched you pick and leave things a lot. Some things you gave up knowing they weren't right from the beginning, then some things you tried and gave your all just to know in the middle of the journey that they are not right. But every time you did so, you got up again and started over. Once you were done with something you aren't afraid of picking something new and starting from scratch. and that may be the very reason I fell for you. Because you are one of the strongest people I know, and no matter what the world may throw at you, you would conquer it as if it had always been yours.
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a/n: i ask that you give a lot of love for this one because i had to go into the rabbit hole of trying to figure out how League of Legends works and i almost didn’t survive. rest in piece for my braincells.
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We had spent half the day just shopping. Buying new clothes for each other without meaning, just because we could. And the last stop before the end of our trip was the makeup store. I did not know much about makeup. Although always having it done for performances and broadcasts, I did not know the difference it made to do some things before the others, nor the difference in the products. Still, I followed you like a puppy, eyeing things with as much curiosity as I was confused. There were too many shades of everything, too many variables. And through all the aisles you stopped mid-way to put a bit of product on your hand, tilting your head while thinking and then carrying it on with your hand still painted. That was until you ran out of room while on the lipstick aisle. You turned to me and asked for my hand, a subtle smile on your lips, and without thinking much I gave it away. Like that, for the rest of your search for the perfect shade, I stayed close to you. My hand on yours as you painted the color on my skin. I looked at you, your lip between your teeth when you weren’t sure about it, and your sparkling eyes when you found ones you liked. At that moment, I realized I loved you because I wished to always be around for things like this. I wished to stay by your side, so whenever you needed me, I could tell you to take my hand and let me be the one to guide us through it. For as long as you needed me, I would be your helping hand.
2. When you dried and brushed my hair after a long day.
Oftentimes, on days when I had dance practices, I would arrive at your apartment completely drained. My brain and body had worked overtime to remember every step and every 8 eight counts on the new choreography. I would want nothing more than to lay down with you and never get up. Just closing my eyes, and being held by you was enough. But this day, in particular, I was in a bad mood. Something had happened while on the company and it made me more furious than it had to. When I arrived at your place, you were in the living room, watching something that left you with a big smile on your face. Although your happiness made my heart melt a little, my pettiness about the situation from before did not go away. So I placed a kiss on your head before whispering I was going to take a shower. Something must have clicked on you, either a sixth sense or just because you knew me too well by that point, but when I got out of the bathroom, you were there. A white towel in your arm and a hairbrush in your hand. I couldn’t help but smile then, sitting on your bed and you sat behind me. You dried my hair carefully, almost methodically, afraid of going too harsh and hurting me. When you were, you brushed my hair. So soft and slow that it made me almost fall asleep. Then, when you were done, you hugged me. And I knew I loved you because I had never been taken care of so innocently, so simply. I asked the sky, to whoever was out there, that they would let me be loved this way forever. Because of the amount of love you gave me, I wished to give you all back a hundred, and thousand times more.
3. When your drunk self got jealous of Mark.
It’s not a secret to anyone that I had a strong bond with Mark. I loved, cherished, and adored him like he was the most precious boy in the world. And he was because there was not another Mark out there. Only him. But you especially not only knew but understood it. In your own way, you saw how special he was, but especially how special he was to me. Many times I asked you if you weren’t jealous of my love for him, my cheeky and mischievous side begging for something else I could tease you for. But you never said you did, nor ever showed that you were. Until one day the three of us went out to drink and you had a bit more than what you used to. While I talked to Mark about something unimportant you sat there, a crease between your eyebrows and the biggest pout I had ever seen you pull. I smirked and pulled your strings, trying to get a smile out of you but instead, you started crying. Pointing at mark, you cried and blamed it for everything and anything at all. He was the reason you were crying, he was the reason you didn’t get a kiss today, and he was the reason you were so lonely. Because, as you said, I loved him more than I loved you and instead of wanting to hang out with you, all I wanted was to hang out with him. I pulled you into my lap, my arms around your body as you hid your face in my neck. While you blabbed on and on about how Mark should be punished for stealing things that were yours, I realized I loved you because although you didn’t show it, you still were possessive. You liked when I was only yours; when I gave you my undivided attention. And I wanted to give it to you. I wanted to be all yours.
4. When you named your plant after me (but it died after 2 weeks).
Between the multiple hobbies you picked up during quarantine, gardening was definitely the most unusual for you. You were great at cooking and baking, had an amazing eye for décor and even writing you were good at. But gardening… It was definitely something you had to work on. Especially the part where you actually had to take care of them. We were separated for weeks on end because of the pandemic, and even though we facetimed daily we couldn’t help but miss each other. And that was why, one day, you introduced me to Yuta. No, you did not make me face myself in the mirror and told me to get to know the real me. Instead, you flipped the camera on your phone and showed me a plant that you endearingly named Yuta. You said it was so you could feel I was with you, even through the distance. And that in itself made my heart melt. Yet it wouldn’t be until 2 weeks later when I received a call from you crying that my heart burst, just as I had burst out laughing when you told me. I tried to contain it, I swear. But the fact that the plant had died because you simply forgot to water it was something that only you could do. I realized I loved you then because sometimes your intention screamed louder than your actions.
5. Every time you call me.
Since the beginning of our relationship, you had made it clear that one thing you could not do is voice-callings. You did not mind facetime since you could actually see the person and catch their body language. But voice calls? It extremely unnerved you. I respected your boundaries, and so every time I wanted to talk to you I texted you or asked to video-chat. But time came and went, and slowly you started to feel more comfortable with it. It was not always, but sometime, you would only call. It would take me by surprise every time, but it filled me with butterflies as well. I treasured every single one, and if I could I would have recorded each one. But every time you did, I realized I loved you because even not being 100% with something, you would try. You would give your best and conquer it, no matter how long it took you.
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I LOVE THAT YOUTH WITH YOU LAST CHAPTER!!’ I CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT!!!! YOU ARE THE BEST
thank you so much!!!!!! i was so defeated with the last one, i felt it could've been better but i'm glad you loved it! also, i just posted the 3rd chapter and you can check it out here
hi! I just wanted to come on here to tell you i ended up binging through so many of your works after reading the 5 times i realised i love for mark and jaemin ... you write so beautifully that i cannot even,,, i am addicted! you really use your words so beautifully, i absolutely i love everything you have written and cannot wait for anything that is too come in future!
this!!!!!! i am so thankful for this message! writing has always been such a big passion but also something that stressed me a lot. i often have doubts about what i do, the way that i word things and how they will impact the readers. i am so beyond happy that im receiving so much love and positive energy! hope to keep you entertained for much longer 💖💖💖💖
I'm so excited for your nct series, like wow, every story is interesting 🥺🥺🥺
thank you soo much!! it took me the longest time to pick the stories but now that they're almost here its so thrilling and I'm so excited for y'all to read it
The scent of burned wood and marshmallows lingered through the air stronger than ever, the candle responsible for it almost burned to half in the corner of the room. The heater was on, a display simulating fake fire as to feel like a real fireplace, even tho fireplaces didn’t have screens of 11 inches. It was fall, my favorite season. In my hands, a book I bought recently at a culture fair. And around me, the body of my favorite person, hugging me tight against his chest as he read the words of the book. Minghao was so invested in the literature that he almost didn’t notice when I started to drift my attention from the book to his face, head to the side as I stared at his moving lips. One of his hands cupped my face, and that’s when I noticed I, too, was too immersed in something to realize he just asked me a question.
“Hm?”, I murmured bringing my gaze into his.
“I was asking you your thoughts on this”, he pointed at a paragraph on the book.
“I think it’s beautiful”, I said, one more time distracted by his lips.
He laughed, putting the book to the side before holding me closer, his thumb grazing over my lower lips.
“Not about my lips, darling, about the book”
I licked my lips slowly, eyes blinking rapidly while mouthing a hushed “Oh” that only made him smile brightly.
“But if you think my lips are that beautiful guess we could leave this discussion for later”
His eyebrows arched in expectation and it was my turn to laugh, then bring my hands to his face and start the perfect ending for a perfect autumn evening, with my lips against my boyfriend’s in a loving kiss.
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Note: This is a repost from my old blog. Just as this one, all my works will be moved to this account with rewrites and in a “new format”. Hope you’ll enjoy this new era just as much as I am excited to bring it to you <3
Synopsis: Love can be beautiful. Love can be like a rainbow after a storm, a glass of water after a run or finally eating something you’ve been craving all day. And at the same time, it can hurt. It can be like missing the bus by a one minute difference, buying your favorite ice cream but then it falling into the ground or buying something online and receiving a completly different thing that the one you wanted. So in this series you’ll find love in different forms, from the sweetest of love stories to the most heartbreaking ones, all based on the simple ways you could say “i love you”.
Notes:
1. I found this list of prompts on Pinterest by a tumblr user, but unfortunately I couldn’t find the original post so if you happen to know where it’s from please let me know so I can give the proper credits. Meanwhile here’s the link to the pin I used for reference. Also I mix and matched some, as well as I changed others to fit the story better.
2. Cannot believe I am finally posting this. This has been a project of mine for SO long.I remember when I first started it and it wasn’t much, just the prompts. But now it has become a collection of one-shots I am so excited for you to read. This has a little bit of everything and hopefully you’ll find something that suits your taste. So yeah, hope you enjoy this ride <3
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① Haechan: as a hello
Synopsis: She didn’t hate him, but if a school bus were to ran him over she wouldn’t mind. And he wasn’t mute, but every time she came screaming at his face his heart beat faster and he couldn’t help but stare in awe. No matter what their relationship was, Haechan decided he had enough. Exactly on the one day she finally decided to get her revenge.
Genre: neighbors au, mentions of college au – crack
Pairing: Neighbor!Haechan x Neighbor!fReader
Song: Måneskin - I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE
② Jeno: too quick, mumbled into your scarf
Synopsis: Jeno never preferred the cold, he liked the hot sun in summer days and rain in spring afternoons, but cold… he was never really fond of. Until he met Y/N, that no matter where or when they met, her skin was always cold and the temperature always chilly, making the hair on his arms stand up. But the strangest of it all? No one ever seemed to know who she was, no one ever saw her. So is his friends story just a prank or did he really fell in love with a ghost
Genre: paranormal au – fluff, angst
Pairing: HotelConcierge!Jeno x Ghost!fReader
Song: Why Don’t We - What Am I
③ Kun: a scream
Synopsis: He was supposed to be everything you wanted. He cooked, he cleaned, he dreamed of a lifetime with you full of love and appreciation. But suddenly everything about him just made you bored. You wanted drama, you wanted adventure, a lifetime of excitement that having kids with your husbands would never be. And you didn’t have to fight to find it, as it came straight to you in the form of your spouse’s new co-worker, someone named Kun.
Genre: affair au – smut, angst
Pairing: HusbandsFriend!Kun x Married!fReader
Song: Kiana Ledé, Kehlani - Ur Best Friend
④ Jungwoo: muffled, from the other side of the door
Synopsis: In high school their love was never ending. They were the perfect couple; the ones anyone would envy and know they’d last forever. But the real world is much different. It challenges you and it picks you apart, just as it did with their relationship. They left and went their separate ways. Until destiny had them meet again and the feelings that they thought disappeared came back to bring them one more reason to come back together.
Genre: ex’s au, divorce au – angst, smut
Pairing: ExHusband!Jungwoo x ExWife!fReader
Song: Chord Overstreet - Hold On
⑤ Doyoung: as an apology
Synopsis: After losing and finding their best friend again Doyoung and Y/N thought their lifes would return to a new normal. But a knock on the door later and now they are thrusted into a new world of magic and royalty. Between becoming king and learning how to become a princess a war breaks their newfound paradise and now Y/N needs to choose between losing herself or saving the kingdom.
Genre: royalty au, supernatural au – fluff, angst
Pairing: King!Doyoung x Princess!fReader
Song: Ruelle - Bad Dream
⑥ Ten: on a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair
Synopsis: Escaping was never an option. If before I had nothing what would be of me If I ever leave? I have the power to melt every chain but not the power to want to do it. Or at least... Until I met him. Wild as a panther and soft as a cat, he carried me out of the dark. If the outside meant I had him by my side, then maybe I should make my power rise.
Genre: circus au, a bit of mafia au - fluff, angst
Pairing: CatShifter!Ten x Elemental!fReader
Song: Panic! At the Disco - The Greatest Show
⑦ Jaemin: between kisses
Synopsis: The fastest cars, the craziest adventures and the mot amount of blood possible. They wanted it all. No matter who it hurt, no matter what it costed they just needed to have all the world had to offer. But greed is not a sin just for the fund of it. It showed its colors in red like the blood he drank and gold like the necklace she wore, and it despite it being so familiar it was what ended it all. Now, 70 years later their life took a huge turn and their souls are not the same as they were before. They lived for the people, for the pets that had no homes and for life itself. Except the witch’s rage was still half fresh and their past came running back as they once again, like in every time they were born again, they fell in love.
Genre: reincarnation au, vampire au, kinda college au – angst, fluff, smut
Pairing: Vampire!Jaemin x Actress!fReader -> MedStudent!Jaemin x Volunteer!fReader
Song: Zella Day - Hypnotic
⑧ Sungchan: before we jump
Synopsis: Y/N wasn’t like all the other angels. Her past was a hidden treasure that no one had the map to find. All she knew was that she could not set foot on the human realm. She could never get a proper angel task because she would never be able to complete it. Still, she and her friend Sungchan daydreamed of exploring Earth together. So one day, on a whim, on a desperate attempt at freedom, they decided it was time to jump. It was time to become fallen angels.
Genre: angel au
Pairing: Angel!Sungchan x Angel!fReader
Song: ZAYN - Flight Of The Stars
⑨ Yangyang: loud, so eveyone can hear
Synopsis: It was just too cliché. The basketball player and the nerd who dreamed to be a writer but did not have the courage. But this time, it did not start with a bet, but with a school project. And this time, he fell in love first, but she was the one who kept it on the low. Until it all got too much, and the calmness in her heart felt as if it got a big jumpstart on a race and the words she wanted to hear got heard by everyone in the middle of a summer rain.
Genre: high school au – fluff
Pairing: Jock!Yangyang x Nerd!fReader
Song: Yangyang and Ten - Low Low
⑩ Hendery: with a shuddering gasp
Synopsis: Hendery thought that his life was perfect just the way that it was. He was studying his passion on the first and only college he had applied for. He had just gotten a job at the pet store of one his friend’s parents owned. And above it all he had the best friend he could ever asked for. Who he trusted, and cared for just as much as she trusted and cared for him too. Sure, everyone around them often joked around they looked like a couple deeply in love but it was one of the consequences of having such a strong bond. Besides, he did love her but not like that, right? RIGHT????
Genre: best friends to lovers au, college au – crack, fluff
Pairing: Hendery x fReader
Song: Taylor Swift - You Are In Love
⑪ Taeil: through a song
Synopsis: It didn’t surprise you that when your daughter grew up that she loved to sing, that she loved to step on the stage and transform emotions into melodies. Because in a distant dream, you also dreamed of the stage. What surprised you however, was how much she grew to love her music teacher, and the thought of both you and him becoming the family you always knew she wanted.
Genre: fluff
Pairing: MusicTeacher!Taeil x OnlyParent!fReader
Song: Leroy Sanchez, LaurDIY - Can you feel the love tonight?
⑫ Chenle: in a letter
Synopsis: No one truly knew what started the hatred between the Zhong and L/N families. Some rumored it to be something silly as a robbed family recipe, while some said it was something big like treason. But now, thanks to an arranged marriage this family feud might finally become a thing of the past. Or will it?
Genre: Royalty AU, Arranged Marriage AU – angst, fluff, sad
Pairing: Prince!Chenle x Princess!fReader
Song: Ashe, FINNEAS - Till Forever Falls Apart
⑬ Yuta: a whisper in the ear
Synopsis: I enter the manga shop just like every single Friday after work, but as soon as I enter the horror section, I see… You. Who are you? Based on your confused face you look like you don’t belong. Are you buying something for your boyfriend? No, your brother. I can tell you’re single by the way you carry yourself. With so much freedom, ready to jump at any opportunity the world may offer you. Should I interest you with my own offer?
Genre: stalker au, yandere au – fluff at the beginning, then… scary?
Pairing: Yandere!Yuta x fReader
Song: Ellise – Fatal Flaw
⑭ Xiaojun: not said to me
Synopsis: Some secrets are not meant to be said out loud. Like how Heejae cheated on Xiaojun on the regular and truly only dated him for the aesthetics. Or how Xiaojun himself dated her only for a opportunity in her father’s famous theater. And how Y/N is the only one in her class to be of a low-income family and only got to be in this prestigious school because her mother worked in the cafeteria. But lies are about to be brough to light when Heejae doesn’t get what she wants and her little reign on the school starts to fall apart as Xiaojun and Y/N get closer and closer together.
Genre: musical theater au, college au – fluff with some drama
Pairing: MusicalTheaterStudent!Xiaojun x MusicalTheaterStudent!fReader
Song: Frank Sinatra - I’ve never been in love before
⑮ Jisung: over and over again, till it’s nothing but a senseless babble
Synopsis: You thought you weren’t allergic to anything. Not to peanuts, nor diary, nor pollen or even sunlight. But Jisung proved you wrong on a certain Thrusday afternoon when he dumped salt into you after reading online that you could counter off demons with it.
Genre: crack, fluff
Pairing: Jisung x fReader
Song: Jr Aquino - Handle with Care
⑯ Mark: when the broken glass littlers the floor
Synopsis: Every day he comes. Laptop and notebook in hands. Orders always the same thing: Black coffee and the synonym of a word. His speech is soft, almost like a whisper and there’s so much she doesn’t know about him. Yet, he notices everything. Like how she chews the inside of her mouth when she is concentrating or how she shifts on her feet when she is uncomfortable. Every detail that made into the main character of his book.
Genre: fluff, a bit of crack
Pairing: Author!Mark x Barista!fReader
Song: Luke Benward - Had Me @ Hello
⑰ Winwin: from very far away
Synopsis: Winwin was not a painter. In fact, he barely knew how to draw. But if he was artist, his muse would be Y/N. All the missions they completed together, and all the time they spent after work just made Winwin even more sure of the painting he was putting together. It was time he made it a reality. But in this line of work, nothing was set in stone. Everything could go wrong in a second and his canvas would have to remain unfinished as he did all he could to keep the love of his life safe.
Genre: secret agent au – fluff, angst
Pairing: SecretAgent!Winwin x SecretAgent!fReader
Song: Eric Arjes - Find My Way Back
⑱ Taeyong: with no space left between us
Synopsis: Y/N suddenly regretted saying Princess Protection Program seemed like fun. All the running and hiding was not fun and she certainly did not feel like a Princess. There was just one thing that made everything better, so much that it almost felt like the movie. Taeyong. He was always on her side, since the very first moment when they first witnessed the murder and even when they did nothing but fight when they first entered the program. He was the sole reason she could run.
Genre: witness protection program au – fluff
Pairing: Taeyong x fReader
Song: Sabrina Carpenter - All We Have Is Love
⑲ Johnny: as we cuddle together, the storm raging outside
Synopsis: The music was so loud she could barely hear her own thoughts. The booze so fresh it still stung her throat and her ears rang. But as soon as he stepped inside the house, her mind cleared and sirens in her brain started ringing. His chiseled face, the uniform, his round butt. She needed to have it all. And she wouldn’t stop until she had it.
Genre: smut
Pairing: PoliceOfficer!Johnny x CollegeStudent!fReader
Song: Dua Lipa, Angèle - Fever
⑳ Jaehyun: over your shoulder
Synopsis: If opposites attracted how can it than every time Jaehyun and Y/N met the world around them turned into chaos? Yet, how can it be that time and time again they were brought together when everything and everyone would’ve been far better if they haven’t met. And now, how will they stop the magic they feel every time they touch when everyone and even their powers are trying to keep them apart.
Genre: enemies to lovers, superhero au
Pairing: Villain!Jaehyun x Superhero!fReader
Song: Phantograam - Black Out Days
㉑ Shotaro: on a post-it note
Synopsis: If you could choose to live a perfect life, would you? Even if you had to leave something precious behind would you choose to live your life in a movie? Because I thought I wouldn’t. I thought nothing could make me lose all that I have just for nine hours of pure bliss and romance. Until I met him. And suddlenly living as the main character of a romance film did not seem so bad.
Genre: multiverse au - fluff
Pairing: Shotaro x Scientist!fReader
Song: JUNNY - Movie
㉒ Renjun: as a lie
Synopsis: Living under the water was not enough. Y/N lived for adventure and the earth was calling to her in ways nothing ever did. Being a distant cousin of Ariel, she knew her story like she knew the back of her hand, and that made everything worse. She too wanted a love story, she too wanted to know the world as she did. But unlike her cousin she did not a prince, but an ambitious archeologist that wanted nothing but her to meet her end.
Genre: mermaid au – fluff, angst
Pairing: Archeologist!Renjun x Mermaid!fReader
Song: TAEYEON - Blue
