i am writing a txt story, but need some outside opinions in order to make it really good! i will use this post to keep a running list of wonders i have regarding audience preferences / formatting matters. if you could give me any feedback, whether you are a reader or writer or neither, it would be very appreciated !!!
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ questions
are you more interested in stories that follow an oc (original character) or y/n ?
smau writers, how in the WORLD do you make ur stories (aka the twitter posts, gcs, etc.) it’s so well done and my tiny brain can’t handle how u manage, any tips?
what are some tropes you would like to see more of ?
pairing: huening kai x reader. genre: fluff! established relationship. low-key domestic-ish. wc: 1,3k. warnings: none i know of!. an: AISHA ALWAYS PROVIDES! also, happy birthday to the angel-est angel to ever angel 🥳🫶🏻
querencia
(n.) a place from which one’s strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self.
you sprint toward the end of the hall and flick the lights off, slipping and sliding along the floorboards to return to your hiding place before the front door opens. from your spot behind the counter, where you have a clear view of the aforementioned door, you cackle silently. this is going to be the best birthday yet.
you hear your best friend in the whole entire world press the code into his doorlock, and duck. you hadn’t seen him in weeks. he was always so busy now that he was a global star — yes, yes. hold the applause. he’s fantastic but we can’t let that stuff get to his already ginormous head — so although you called and texted often, you missed him. a very normal amount.
there is a shuffling sound as he toes off (what you’re one hundred percent certain is) his new balance sneakers and opts for his in-house slippers. his bag drops onto the floor with a heavy thud and he lets out a sigh riddled with fatigue. it almost makes you feel guilty, but you promise you’re going to make up for it by giving him the best birthday ever.
he flips on the lights and you shoot up with the biggest grin plastered over your face.
“SURPRISE!”
he stumbles backward, looking like a deer in headlights. that look lasts for all but a minute as his eyes assess you from top to bottom, almost as if making sure you’re really there, before a smile breaks onto his lips.
“get over here,” he says, eyes twinkling and arms outstreched.
you feel ridiculous as you choke back a sob, but the minute you leap into his embrace, warms tears wet your cheeks and his cozy hoodie. you melt into him, his scent washing over you like a wave pulling you in. he smells like mint and fresh pasteries and home.
so maybe you missed him a little more than the normal amount.
you’re reluctant to let go, but the desire to see and observe every detail of his face, to revisit the familiar parts and scout out every new one, is much too overpowering. so you lean back and do just that. he’s still smiling, and just as beautiful as you remember.
“you’re such a sap, y’know,” he chuckles and takes the side of your face into the palm of his hand. you lean into it, not taking your eyes off him, and he drags his thumb across your cheek to chase away all your tears.
you bask in the warmth of him and little bubble that forms around the two of you whenever you’re together. but then your eyes find the dark circles around his eyes and your heart clenches.
you step away from him and he pouts. “come on, i have more surprises for you!”
“unless they involve more hugs, i’m not interested.”
you roll your eyes and slip your hand into his. his lips are smiling again and he intertwines your fingers. before you pass out from sheer giddy-ness, you lead him into the kitchen and sit him down at the counter. he observes the contents of the plate before him and arches a brow.
“you... baked?”
“yes.” chocolate chip cookies, to be exact. you wanted to taste test them before he came, but the four in the plate were the only ones that didn’t burn.
“you baked... here?” he glances around and sniffs the air, “and the fire department didn’t get involved? my apartment is unscathed?”
“yes!” well, they almost did. the smoke alarm went off, but you had a hand on the situation and assured the landlord it wouldn’t be necessary.
you glare at him and he holds his hands up in defense with a laugh. “okay, okay. i’m flattered. thank you, (y/n).”
he stifles a yawn before he takes a bite out of a cookie and you frown. you grab his hand and he makes a startled sound, the cookie falling to the floor. “hey! i was eating that!”
you pull him onto the sofa and tell him not to move. you jog to the kitchen and fetch what you need from the refrigerator. when you return, he’s scrolling through his phone with tired eyes. your gut twists. you wonder if your plan is failing and you’re just making things worse.
you take a deep breath and swallow, pushing back negative thoughts before you march toward him. “no, no, no,” you click your tongue and pluck the device from his fingers, tossing it beside him. you wave a finger, “none of that tonight, mister. we’re going full-on self-care.”
he eyes the pair of sheet masks in your arm, the cucumber slices in your hand and your bag of skin care products hanging off your wrist skeptically.
“self-care for who?” he squints, “you’re going to enjoy this more than i am.”
you know he’s joking, but your stomach plummets. you really wanted to give him a good birthday, one where he got to relax and be with you. but you wonder if you were just being selfish and exhausting him even further.
kai notices the change in your mood right away, little fissures of concern etching between his brows. he leans over and scoops you into his arms with ease. he sits you in his lap and tilts your chin toward him.
“hey, what’s wrong?”
you love this side of him. the kai no one gets to see but you. the one who loves you in all your broken pieces but will put them back together so you can love yourself just as much. the one who will never hesitate to let you know just how important you are to him.
you brush his long dark hair from his face and smile. he watches you with hawk eyes, like he wants to capture every single movement, every single second precious to him. your heart swells further.
“come, let’s get your grimey face cleaned up.” you set your things onto the sofa beside him and turn in his lap so that you’re straddling him.
“excuse me,” he scoffs. you smirk as you peel a wipe from the pack, knowing where this is going. “i have the best skin in the world. you love my skin.”
“only because i taught you how to take care of it,” you say, taking a second wipe and dragging it along his skin, “and you love me.”
he grins, “yup, i do.”
you bite back a smile and your face heats up. you pick up the container with the sliced cucumbers and ask him to close his eyes as you place them onto his face. he really has the best skin. his pores are nearly non-existant, and the glow would have been bright enough even without the wipe down. it’s irritating.
another yawn breaks you from your reverie and you freeze. after placing the last cucumber on the top of his forehead, you scoot backwards so you can lean down and rest your head on his shoulder.
“kai?” his arms wrap around you though his head remains against the back of the sofa and he hums in response. guilt tugs harder at your gut. “what’s your schedule like tomorrow? am i... should you get to bed?”
he doesn’t respond for a beat, so you think he’s fallen asleep. but then he nudges your head with his shoulder to get your attention. hesitantly, you lift your head to look at him.
all traces of fatigue, other than the bags are gone from his eyes as he looks at you with seriousness.
“there is no greater sense of contentment than seeing your smile when i come home and feeling you in my arms. and knowing that you didn’t burn my place to the ground–ouch!” he laughs as you shove him, your face red as a tomato.
his laughter floats through the air like the melody to the world’s greatest song, to which your heart choruses mine, mine, mine.
“i hate you.”
he smirks, “you love me.”
you grin, “i do.”
“i would take you in a fervent embrace and make out with you right now, but if i’m afraid if i move your cucumbers are going to fall off.”
“such a drama queen,” you sigh. you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him.
he smiles against your lips, “happy birthday, kai.”
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“ his laughter floats through the air like the melody to the world’s greatest song, to which your heart choruses mine, mine, mine. ”
beautifully said :,,) that line just- </3 i hope kai never stops laughing… this was such a good bday tribute to some of his many traits that make him so lovable :) thank you moa and happy birthday huening~
(i hope i am doing this reblogging thing right… it’s my first one but i heard it helps writers so i am trying to get used to it !!! >.<)
i will never forget the first song i heard from beabadoobee: lovesong. was it thru a beomgyu edit on tiktok? maybe. but has the song made it into multiple of my playlists? y e s. and now we have beatopia !!! ahh i am so ready to listen to her new album ㅠㅠ thank you bea and thank you to whoever made that edit for putting me on to such a good artist !!! <333
[1:50am]
huening vlive after their texas concert ^^
i don't usually watch vlives without english subs because it is already too late in the night for me to use that type of brain power, but i stayed up for this one and i have to say: i am so shocked with how much i actually understood ! like yes it was bits and pieces, but it was something !!
he talked about taehyun "begging" to be his roommate, playing zelda on his nintendo switch on the plane ride, and even named his pochaco plush from his sister "huechaco" >.< it was so cute
i didn't stop pressing the heart button lol, my thumb was cramping. i was really happy to see taehyun was in the room with him tho, because i know if i was him a solo vlive would still be stressful, no matter how long it's been.
i hope huening knows how much we enjoy his company ^^