i know this will go unnoticed by many but f*ck it.
i love ateez but i don’t think i can write for them anymore. idk i just feel so drained to find ideas to write for the members, like i’ve explored all possibilities since i don’t want to write smut, and i don’t want to get accused of plagiarism if it took fics from my previous nct account that aren’t even that good. i’ve asked, practically begged for requests in hope to bring my motivation back - sth i hated doing bc it didn’t resemble me -, but it did the exact opposite than i thought it’d do. it exhausted me.
i’m just so drained and demotivated to even think about writing for them, im not as happy and excited as i used to be a few months ago. don’t get me wrong, i’m still an atiny and i cherish them, but everything became highly competitive and harsh for me that i can’t handle it anymore. (for some reasons i also have this feeling that the fandom kinda changed into sth almost toxic since i started this blog but that’s another story and my opinion) understand that it’s completely my fault, i’m not trying to blame someone on my decision, i just can’t help but compare my fics with others. y’all also know that it’s easier said than done when there are shit tons of better fics than mines out there, and the hate i got didn’t help making me feel better no matter how hard i tried to ignore it. - yes, i still have some hate anons lingering in my asks but i won’t even bother answering them anymore, it already caused me and others too much damage.
i really don’t claim myself to be an essential writer in our fandom so i’m not scared for atinys. there are hundreds of content creators on tumblr that are way more talented and imaginative than i am, im sure you will all find something to read that will make you smile and swoon over our precious boys. a bad writer is easy replaceable by a talented one after all.
thank you for all the love and support you have brought me, but it’s time for me to leave. i don’t know if i ever will come back on here, maybe just to say hello to a few of my moots if they still want to talk to me, but i won’t promise anything i might not be able to keep.
pairing: husband!yunho x reader (mention of the reader being a teacher)
word count : 867
genre: established relationship, fluff, non-idol!au
tw: none
a/n: i am so not inspired to write those days, i wanted to originally post this for my nct account back then, but i’ve been slowly swerving to yunho since the comeback 🥺
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“Honey!” your husband Yunho screamed from downstairs, waiting for you to come out of your home office. Glasses sliding off your nose as you tied your hair up, you leant against the wooden railing with a smile.
“Yes, baby?” Yunho beamed at the sight of you, and he adjusted his baseball cap on his head.
“I’ll be in the garden for the next hour or so, just to warn you,” he said, eyes lingering on you as you walked down the stairs.
“Okay. Have you applied sunscreen?”
“Ah shit, no, I forgot,” he shook his head and you grabbed his hand, leading him to the bathroom. You opened one of the drawers under the bathroom sink and rummaged through your makeup stuff, finally finding the triangular tube you were looking for. Forcing a hand on your husband’s chest to make him lean against the sink, you took off his baseball cap, only to put it on backwards with his front hair tucked underneath. You smiled at your husband as you squeezed some product on your hand, asking questions about your work while you rubbed your hands on his face. Applying the sunscreen on his arms, cheekbones, neck and forehead, Yunho couldn’t help but admirably look at you.
“I still can’t believe that an angel like you agreed on marrying me,” he stated while you washed the remaining sunscreen off your hands. You chuckled and shook your head, a huge grin decorating your lips at his words.
“I can’t believe a sweet man like you proposed to me,” you riposted, drying your hands on the hanging towel. He leant towards you to peck your lips, but you swiftly backed off, giggling.
“No kiss! Not when you are spread with sunscreen like now!”
“Darling, please, come on!” Yunho giggled and pouted as you ran away from him, his slippery hand on your arm allowing you to escape.
“No!” you ran the first half of the stairs, ready to go and hide in your office in case of a sudden attack.
“Just one kiss? Baby, please?” His pleading eyes made you cave in, nodding before walking down the stairs again, circling your arms around his sticky neck.
Just as promised, you pressed your lips on his in a quick peck, the chemical taste of the product melting in your kiss. You pulled away and laughed as your husband wiped his mouth with the back of the hand, the weird taste only increasing because of his actions. You wrapped your arms around his neck, laughing as you felt him lower his head to wipe his mouth on your cardigan.
“I’ll get going then,” he mumbled and kissed your cheek, pulling away from your embrace.
“Have fun baby,” you winked at him and walked upstairs as he went out on the patio, putting his sunglasses on.
After saying goodbye to your students on Zoom and correcting the last English test of the day, Yunho knocked on the wall to draw your attention, peeking his head in the doorway with a bright smile on his face.
“You busy hon?” You shook your head after closing your red pen, spinning your office chair to face him. “Look how beautiful they are-” your eyes widened and your jaw dropped at the sight of the red roses he held in his hands. You gasped, walking up to him to admire the beautiful handmade bouquet.
“They’re wonderful Yun, I love them,” you beamed as you delicately touched the petals, loving the silky texture of your favourite flowers on your fingertips. At the beginning of your relationship, when Yunho had asked you what your favourite flowers were, he made a mental note of it for the future. Before thinking about moving together, Yunho inquired with a gardener to have basic knowledge so that the rose bushes grow in the best ways possible.
He didn’t hesitate to plant some in the garden as soon as you bought your house together, taking extra care of them, sometimes bringing you a single flower when you felt stressed or sad. It always made you smile and this gesture slowly became a habit, sometimes buying roses for you when he came home from work when the ones in the garden hadn’t bloomed yet.
“You did such a great job,” you pushed falling pieces of hair away from his eyes, earning nothing but a happy, blushing Yunho. Seeing your husband becoming as red as the flowers he held was a sight you'd never get tired of, giggling before kissing him on the cheek.
“Thank you,” he mumbled and you took the flowers, walking downstairs to the kitchen with him to place them in a vase filled with water. Yunho opened the fridge and drank straight from the sparkly lemonade bottle, earning a side glance from you as he did so.
“I’m sorry, I was so thirsty,” he said and you rolled your eyes, placing the vase on the kitchen counter.
“You’re lucky I love you,” you mumbled and he smiled, circling his flushed, sweaty arms around your waist.
“I love you too, sweetheart. Are you coming to chill on the patio with me?” your lover suggested and you took the lemonade bottle from his hand, only to have him smiling as you took a few sips of the beverage you had made a few nights before.
“Let me change into something more comfortable and I’m all yours,” you said while handing him the bottle back, kissing his lips before walking upstairs.
