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[ayukas]

HOW TO LOSE YOUR MIND (AND GAIN A PAIR OF FUZZY EARS) IN 3 MONTHS

he’s been your best friend for ten years, your boyfriend for three months, and apparently, your personal teddy bear since forever. haechan doesn’t know whether to run, cry, or cuddle—so naturally, he does what any sane man would do—become the bear of your dreams.

pairing lee haechan x fem!reader genre fluff, comedy, established relationship warnings reddit post format, profanities, jealously (SILLY), spiralling (SILLY), dumb boy in love word count 1.7k notes HELLO i need to stop disappearing on here sm im sorry :( but i wrote this thinking of ubereats hyuck!!! the plot lowk doesnt make any sense BUT i just missed him sm and i missed writing silly stuff on here so yay... i hope u enjoyoyoy and happy monday!

r/AmItheAsshole posted by

u/haemuffin・18 hours. ago

my (25M) girlfriend (25F) forbids me from going into her childhood bedroom and has a sock drawer stuffed full of bear keyrings. some of them even look a little like me. AITA for feeling uncomfortable?

i (25M) have been dating this girl (25F) for like, three months now. we’ve been best friends for years, and i finally confessed to her after she fell asleep on my shoulder during a horror movie and called me her personal teddy bear.

obviously, i thought that was the greenest flag a guy could ever get. she accepted my confession right away, and we kissed in the parking lot next to a build-a-bear, which now feels a little too ironic in hindsight.

anyway. recently she invited me to her parents’ place and told me i could go anywhere but her childhood bedroom. i thought she was joking at first until i simply walked past it and she appeared out of nowhere like a horror movie ghost and pulled me away after giving me the gnarliest glare EVER. i did, however, sneak a peek before she dragged me off and i caught a glimpse of like, a hundred bear plushies just sitting there on her bed.

she also has an entire sock drawer in her apartment stuffed full of bear keyrings. one of them wears a hoodie that looks suspiciously like one of mine. another has beauty marks on its cheek in the exact placement i have mine on. her phone case? bears. her ringtone? bear noises. (???)

i’ve also been told all my life that i look like a bear, so i asked her once—half-jokingly, of course—if she only started talking to me because i looked like a one, and she didn’t deny it. she just giggled and kissed my nose.

TLDR, AITA for feeling a little… i don’t know. concerned for my safety? or identity? or left out that my girlfriend, my best friend of TEN YEARS, didn’t care to tell me about her morbidly insane obsession with bears?

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haechan didn’t consider himself a paranoid man. if anything, most people described him as laid-back, albeit slightly overly affectionate, and also kind of a menace. he believed in good omens. he even had a crystal phase once—charging his rose quartz on his windowsill routinely, hoping it would make you, his best friend, look at him in a different, more romantic light. safe to say, it worked.

but ever since the two of you started dating, he started noticing... things.

it started when you first invited him over to your apartment. you had always preferred hanging out at his when you were just friends, but now that things were different, you opened your door to him like it was nothing. he tried not to think too hard about the bear-themed bath mat or the oddly specific collection of bear-shaped coasters you owned. he even overlooked the bear stickers you often slapped onto his belongings without asking, claming it gave them character. but it was your sock drawer that tipped him over the edge.

you were in the shower when it happened. he’d just been looking for a pair of fuzzy socks—your fuzzy socks, to be exact—because his feet were cold and your drawer always smelled of baby powder and comfort. what he found instead was an entire drawer, stuffed with tiny, keychain-sized bears. rows and rows of them, in different shades of brown, textures, and expressions. some were handmade—crocheted, clearly by you— others were store-bought, but a disturbing number were… familiar.

one wore a grey hoodie that matched his favourite one. another had tiny stitched moles that matched the placement of the ones on his own face. he lifted it closer, blinking. the stitching on the bear’s right cheek wasn’t a manufacturing detail—it was intentional.

he stood there for a while, just holding it. not even sure how to feel.

when you finally walked out of the bathroom with your hair wrapped in a towel and a toothbrush between your teeth, you saw him standing next to your dresser with a look of existential dread painted across his face.

“you okay?” you asked around the toothbrush.

“yeah,” he said, nodding slowly. “totally fine. just... um, hanging out with my twin, apparently.”

you looked at the bear in his hand and smiled, unbothered. “oh. you found my gomdo lee.”

he blinked. “i’m sorry, you named it?”

you gave a light shrug, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “of course. it’s also based off you, by the way. i started customising him back in college after renjun called you his winnie the pooh bear.”

“that was—okay, that was a joke, a passing comment. but this? you’ve been making bears based on me since before we were even dating? wow... and i thought i was the obsessed one...”

“can’t a girl have hobbies?” you replied sweetly.

but the way your eyes sparkled? haechan wasn’t so sure this was just a hobby.

that night, he couldn’t sleep. he laid stiffly in your bed, staring at the ceiling while you snored softly beside him.

it wasn’t that your bed wasn’t comfortable. it was too comfortable—covered in plush blankets and stuffed animals that made him feel like he’d been swallowed into the softest cult imaginable. you looked peaceful, one arm wrapped tightly around a fluffy beige teddy that looked older than both of you combined. its fur was worn and slightly matted in places, but you held onto it like it was made of gold. it wore a navy cardigan—buttoned and everything—which wouldn’t have been so strange if haechan himself hadn’t worn a nearly identical one just a few weeks ago.

he glanced down at your sleeping form. you nuzzled deeper into the plush bear’s chest, mumbling something incoherent under your breath that sounded dangerously like my bear…

he exhaled slowly and turned onto his side. the ceiling fan spun lazily above him, doing nothing to calm the growing questions in his head.

was he your boyfriend… or your living build-a-bear?

he wasn’t even sure he was mad or uncomfortable. mostly confused. and—if he was being painfully honest—kind of flattered?

which was possibly worse.

he brought it up to mark the next day at their usual brunch spot, halfheartedly picking at his tofu stew while trying to rationalise everything out loud.

“i’m not saying i’m jealous, or anything,” haechan insisted, even though his tone sounded exactly like someone who was jealous. “i’m just… confused. and maybe a little left out. like, this is clearly something she’s obsessed with. i mean—her ringtone is literal bear noises. but she never once told me about it. not when we were friends. not even when we first started dating. i’ve also never had to compete with stuffed animals before. it’s humbling.”

mark, who had been half-listening while texting chenle about wanting to go home, finally looked up. “you’re jealous of teddy bears?”

“i’m not jealous,” haechan repeated. “i’m just confused about all the attention these bears are getting. i’m her boyfriend. i bring her food. i fix her wifi. those bears just lie there like limp little freeloaders!”

mark chewed thoughtfully. “okay, so like… what’s the issue? you think she’s only dating you because you look like a bear?”

“…i don’t know.” haechan slumped back in his chair. “everyone does say i resemble one. i mean i do have a round face and round eyes but i don’t think i’m so bear? but she once said my yawns were ‘cub-like.’ what does that even mean? fuck, this is all your fault.”

mark blinked at him. “you need help.”

“I NEED ANSWERS.”

haechan tried to forget about it. really, he did. he convinced himself it was harmless. you liked cute things. he was cute. case closed.

but then he caught himself googling do women imprint on men who resemble animals? and realised maybe he was truly losing it.

the final straw came when he returned home after dance practice and collapsed onto your shared couch, only to knock over one of the keyring bears you’d lined up neatly against the shelf. it fell to the floor face-up, staring at him with those same round eyes and smug little cardigan.

and suddenly, haechan had a thought so stupid it almost made him laugh.

what if he leaned into it?

what if, instead of questioning everything—he just became the bear for you?

he spent the next hour pacing the apartment and scrolling through bear-themed accessories before finally rage-ordering a headband with ears and a hoodie with paw prints on the sleeves.

if he couldn’t beat the bears… maybe it was time to join them.

on the night of your three-month anniversary, you opened your apartment door, expecting a simple dinner—or at most, one of his overly dramatic love coupons written using jaemin’s glitter pens. instead, you were greeted by a full-grown man standing outside with a slightly awkward grin and a big red ribbon tied around his neck.

he wore a soft brown hoodie, complete with stitched fabric ears poking out from a headband. his cheeks were flushed, both from embarrassment and—if he were honest—hope.

he cleared his throat and held out a single paw-printed card. “hi,” he said, voice cracking slightly. “i’m your true, real bear now.”

you stared at him for a long, stunned second. he shifted on his feet, suddenly regretting the ribbon. and the headband. and quite possibly his entire life.

but then you dropped everything and launched yourself into his arms with so much force he stumbled back into the hallway.

“i love you,” you whispered, breathless, like it was the easiest truth in the world.

he blinked, ears twitching, unsure he heard that right.

“what?”

you looked up at him, eyes glassy. “i said i love you. my real bear.”

and just like that, every second of spiraling and confusion was worth it. he grinned into your hair, holding you tight. “damn. all it took was a pair of fuzzy ears and a ribbon, huh?”

“no.” you giggled, chest blooming with warmth as you cupped his face. “it took you. you’ll always be my one and only lover-bear.”

r/AmItheAsshole posted by

u/haemuffin・7 days. ago

my (25M) girlfriend (25F) forbids me from going into her childhood bedroom and has a sock drawer stuffed full of bear keyrings. some of them even look a little like me. AITA for feeling uncomfortable?

UPDATE, i dressed up as a bear and now we’re inseperable. still not allowed in the childhood bedroom though. apparently there’s a bear with my baby photo sewn into its chest. she said it was a prototype. i am terrified. also flattered. but mostly terrified. wouldn’t trade her for the world though :)

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[spideykeyring]

what the FREAK AYUKAS! this is so cutie silly funny I LOVE SILLY BEAR HYUCK!!!!! AND I SO THOUGHT OF UBEREATS WHEN I SAW THE REDDIT FORMAT UGHHH BRING ME BACK RIGHT NEOWWWWW

[spideykeyring]

rinachaaaannnn >.< hi how have you been 👋 last time i remembered it was your bday AND you also went on a trip to korea so anything fun lately 🥹?

NURAAAAA!!!! I saw nct wish two days ago 🥹🥹🥹 literally soooo surreal I would post pictures if I got any but I use an android so every picture I take looks like an oil painting 😀 it forced me to experience the concert relatively phone-free tho so I got to enjoy the concert in it's fullest 🥹🥹🥹🥹 THEY PERFORMED EUSHA EUSHAAAAA WHAT THE HELL. I'll definitely go see them again when they come back and I hope you'll get to see them soon too 🥺 how have YOUUU been?

[spideykeyring]

I just saw wish live holy shit u mean they're actually real

[lqfiles]

SUNBURNS & SUNKISS — smau

spending your summer away from the buzzing city life you were used to and instead in your aunt and uncle’s rural town wasn’t something you saw coming, let alone looked forward to. yet here you were. and after getting a taste of what the wild farm life has to offer, which turns out to be 4 months with oh sion, the attractive local farm boy, you realise that maybe it isn’t so bad after all.

or in which you fall head over heels for sion, quite literally, multiple times too. a summer filled with mud stains, farm chores, and one singular motive: get the farm boy by the end of the summer.

farm boy!sion x city girl!reader

genres : strangers to lovers, summer au, opposite attracts, love at first sight-ish, she fell first he fell harder, technically coworkers? humour, fluff.

extras : written portions | profanity and death jokes (the usual) | sion is a LOSER who has no experience in romance. | mc just down bad for sion (and he is too) | probably inaccurate farm stuff i’m just going based on what feels right | hopefully not slowburn

notes : HAPPY SION DAY!!! surprise 😂😂 yes we back on the smau bandwagon wdgaf.. this was originally gonna be a written fic but knowing me it would never get finished let alone posted </3…. i’m lowk just gonna wing this and hope for the best, WE ARE HERE TO HAVE SILLY FUN.

💿 : skate , nct wish. right now , njz.

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[spideykeyring]

oh I'm SO sat for loser farmboy sion. GIVE IT TO ME RIGHT NEOW

[ayukas]

AS IF YOU STILL HOLD ME

there are a thousand quiet ways to hold on to someone. sometimes, it sounds like eggs sizzling in the morning. other times, it’s a ghost brushing their fingers along a jawline just before the tear falls—still loving in all the ways they no longer can.

pairing lee haechan x fem ghost!reader genre angst, fluff if you squint really really hard, hurt/comfort, ghost au!!! warnings grief, mentions of afterlife word count 961 notes this was originally sions fic but i decided to give it to hyuck instead because...... ill be going on a mini hiatus (BOOOOOO) so my goodbye piece Has to be for the loml right... question mark... looks around...

there is a quiet kind of beauty in being unseen. you learn to watch without interrupting, to love without expectation, to linger in moments that would otherwise pass unnoticed.

that is how you remain now—caught somewhere between memory and presence, tracing the outline of a life that used to intertwine with yours. a life you loved more than your own.

haechan still sings when he thinks no one can hear him.

his voice is perfect—soft around the edges, always pitch perfect even when he’s distracted. that morning, like so many others, you watched him shuffle into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand, hair flattened on one side. he yawned as he reached for the pan, humming a song he must’ve heard on the radio the day before. he sang as he cracked eggs, danced a little in place while the bread toasted, tapping his foot against the cool kitchen tile.

you remembered mornings like these—only then, you’d be there in the doorway, wearing his oversized shirt and watching him fumble around half-asleep. he used to say you made the morning warmer. now you try to believe he doesn’t feel the cold.

he paused mid-song to glance at the clock, eyes widening as he muttered out a small curse. you followed him through the apartment as he darted back and forth, grabbing his glasses, his phone, then discarding his outfit for another.

he held up two jackets in front of the mirror, trying to decide between the casual black leather or the brown blazer he always wore for special occasions.

“you look good in both,” you said, out of habit.

of course, he didn’t hear you.

eventually, he settled on the blazer, brushing imaginary lint from his sleeves. his hand paused at his collar, fingers tracing the moles across his neck up along his face. he frowned.

the constellations scattered across his skin had always fascinated you—tiny stars forming secret shapes you once pretended only you could decipher. you remembered pressing your lips to them like sacred markers, whispering their meanings against his skin.

he tugged the collar higher.

he left the apartment in a rush, nearly tripping over the doormat. you couldn’t help but smile as he glanced around, playing it cool like always. no one saw.

except you.

the girl he met at the cafe was kind. pretty, with an easy smile and the sort of laugh that bubbled up from her chest. she complimented his outfit. he made a joke about mark always setting him up with people who liked coffee. she laughed again.

you hovered nearby, fingers twitching with the urge to fix the flyaway curl on his head, to lean on the table and join the conversation.

instead, you just watched as he tried—tried to be present, tried to enjoy the moment. but his smile never fully settled. he picked at the corner of his napkin, looked past her shoulder once too often. he nodded when she spoke, but his eyes drifted somewhere else.

you knew that look.

he used to wear it when he was lost in thought, usually about music or dinner or whether the cat in the neighbourhood had eaten that day. now it was a mask, barely hiding the ache beneath.

afterward, he walked her to the bus stop, hands buried in his pockets, shoulders slightly hunched. he said goodbye with a polite smile, thanked her for her time, and waited until her bus left.

then he turned left instead of right.

you followed him, your heart heavy with familiarity.

he walked slowly, one hand brushing against the leaves as he passed. the sky above had softened into the hues of early evening—pale gold tinged with lavender. the light always looked gentler at this hour, like the world, too, had learned how to grieve quietly.

he reached the hill where the cemetery rested, tucked between old trees and wild grass. he stepped carefully, as if afraid to disturb the silence.

his breath caught when he saw the stone. your chest tightened.

your name. still etched there. still real.

he knelt, setting down a small bundle of tulips. yellow—your favourite. he adjusted them with care, fingers lingering longer than necessary. his eyes were glassy.

“i went on that date today,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “mark kept saying how it’d be good for me. you would’ve teased me for being nervous, though.”

he let out a soft chuckle—one that broke halfway—then clasped his hands together tightly in his lap. the wind rustled through the grass. your presence, quiet as always, moved closer.

“i miss you,” he whispered.

you reached out, trembling, forgetting for a moment that you don’t exist in the same way anymore. your hand hovered near his cheek, and then—maybe it was the wind, maybe it was more—he leaned into it.

just slightly.

he closed his eyes.

a single tear slid down his face. he didn’t wipe it away.

he stayed a while longer, talking to you about nothing and everything, like he used to do on long walks home. you listened, grateful. you’d always listen.

as the sky deepened, and the scent of his cologne lingered far too heavily in the air, he stood. he whispered goodbye, though he didn’t mean it. he never did.

and neither did you.

because love, when true, doesn’t end in silence or shadow. it lingers—in mumbled songs, in eggs and toast, in the yellow tulips left on a grave. in the ache behind a smile. in shared laughter with ghosts.

and when he dreams tonight, maybe—just maybe —you’ll find him there again, in that quiet space between sleep and memory, where time forgets to move and you can finally kiss away the sorrow from his eyes.

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[spideykeyring]

SHUT UPPPPP SHUT UPPPPPP OH MY LAWDDDDDDDDDFFFFFFF mimi HATES hyuck 😒😒😒😒😒

[lelengerine]

HERE FOR YOUR YOUTH LOVE SOME DRABBLE EVENT!!! I thought yushi + supercute would be a boring pairing but I love them both too much to not request it... supercute is just so yushi!!!!

͙͘͡★ ducking around with u !

song prompt. “you make fun of me for carrying around a keychain that looks like me, but i caught you buying the matching one, and now we’re in a silent stand-off about it”

pairing. highschool bff!yushi x reader

tags. mutual pining, fluffy fluff, i wrote this with a fem!reader but there aren’t any details explicitly stating so, ducks, both of them are a bit petty lmao (but its all fun and games), that's mostly it!

wc. 1.2k words

notes. THANK U FOR REQUESTING YUSHI WITH SUPERCUTE CAUSE I WAS WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT TO HAPPEN 😭😭 i hope u enjoy reading this as much as i loved writing this one rinaa <3 likes, reblogs, and feedback are very much welcome!

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it started, of all things, with a duck.

a soft, round, yellow duck, wearing a pretty, lilac bonnet that looked a little too big for its head. it sat by the bookstore’s counter, flopped over like it had given up on life, and somehow your friends decided it was you. “look at it!” they laughed, tugging at your sleeve, pushing the tiny plush into your hands. “it’s you. it’s literally you.” you rolled your eyes, but the longer you stared, the more you saw it—the same sleepy expression, the stubborn tilt of its head. 

maybe it was you. 

maybe you didn’t mind.

maybe that’s why you bought it on a whim and tucked it against your bag where it swung with every step you took. you thought no one would notice from the amount of keychains that were already dangling from the sole zipper of your bag that was hanging on for dear life, but you should’ve known better.

“you seriously paid money for that?” yushi’s voice drawled behind you the moment you slid into your seat beside him after class, casual like he had been waiting for an excuse to comment all afternoon. you glanced over, only to find him flicking the duck’s plump body so it spun dizzily in the air. his expression was unreadable, save for the slight curve of his mouth—mild amusement mixed with something smug. “looks kinda stupid.” he paused, eyes glinting as they flicked to you. “kinda like you.”

you gasped, grabbing your poor duck like it needed protection. “you’re unbelievable,” you muttered, though there wasn’t any real bite behind it. you were used to yushi’s teasing, the way he always looked a little too bored with everything, even while poking fun at you. 

you didn’t expect him to actually like the duck. you didn’t expect him to understand.

so you let it go, shaking your head as he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head, looking far too satisfied with himself.

you didn’t expect anything else either—until a few days later, when you wandered into the same bookstore after school. the scent of old paper and worn wood wrapped around you, warm and familiar, and you moved lazily between the aisles, half-looking for a new notebook, half just wasting time. yet the moment you turned a corner, there he was.

yushi, standing stiffly by the keychain rack like he had been caught doing something illegal. you ducked behind a display, heart leaping into your throat. through a gap in the shelves, you watched as he stared at the keychains—the same ridiculous ducks. you watched as he reached out, hesitated, then plucked one off the rack.

it wasn’t the same duck you had. not exactly. this one wore a tiny blue cap instead of a bonnet, slightly crooked, but still carried that slightly stupid-looking expression he once criticized. yushi stared at it for a beat longer than necessary, his face impassive, unreadable as always. then, with the smallest sigh—as if he were giving in to something deeply inconvenient—he tossed it into his basket and turned away.

you stood frozen for a good minute after he disappeared behind the shelves, blinking like you had imagined the whole thing. 

but you hadn’t. 

yushi had bought the matching duck.

for the next few days, you said nothing. you waited, pretending not to notice how a flash of yellow sometimes peeked from the side pocket of his backpack, how he adjusted it carelessly when it got caught on the zipper. he didn’t say a word about it, and neither did you, but the knowledge burned under your skin every time you saw him.

it became a quiet standoff: two keychains swinging in silent defiance, two people pretending not to notice what the other was hiding. well… it was a standoff until the afternoon you finally cracked.

the library was bathed in late sunlight, the windows casting soft gold across the floor. yushi was already there when you arrived, sprawled in his chair like he had nothing better to do, flipping lazily through a manga with one hand. you sat down across from him with a dramatic thud, letting your bag fall onto the table so the duck bounced visibly against the wood.

yushi barely glanced up. his cap duck swung in lazy circles from his bag, taunting you.

you pressed the attack, chin propped stubbornly on your palm. "i thought the duck looked stupid. 'kinda like me,' wasn't it?"

across the table, yushi stretched with a lazy sort of grace, arms reaching high above his head until his hoodie tugged slightly at his waist. he looked completely unbothered by your accusation, like he barely even remembered saying it. his mouth pulled into a half-smile as he shrugged.

"it is stupid," he said simply, as if that was the end of it.

you narrowed your eyes, about to fire back something smart, but he moved before you could—reaching out with one hand to flick your forehead with a sharp snap. the touch was light but enough to make you scowl, swatting his hand away as heat prickled embarrassingly at your skin.

before you could gather yourself, he leaned in, elbow perched lazily on the desk, so close you could see the slow, amused tilt of his eyes. the sunlight hit the side of his face, softening the sharper lines of him, making him look almost unreal.

"but..." he added, and this time his voice dropped lower—softer, almost conspiratorial, like a secret tucked between syllables, "sometimes stupid things are cute."

your heart stumbled. you felt it like a skipped beat, a jolt that traveled all the way to your fingertips.

he didn’t move away. if anything, he tilted even closer, the small distance between you folding into nothing but breath and the soft hum of the library around you. his eyes found yours and held them there, like he was waiting for you to understand.

"like you," he added, easy as anything, a lazy grin ghosting his lips.

the words hit you like a pebble to still water, ripples spreading wide across your chest. you could barely think past the roaring in your ears—past the warmth blooming under your skin, threading through your ribs like light.

the tiny ducks on your bags swung gently with the breeze from the open windows, casting little dancing shadows over the table. everything—the gold of the afternoon, the slow sway of the library shelves, the creased paper of forgotten notebooks—seemed to hush around you, pressing this moment into something soft and real.

"idiot," you muttered under your breath, your voice cracking in the middle, more fond than furious.

you tried to hit him, a half-hearted swat at his shoulder, but he caught your hand with ridiculous ease, his fingers wrapping loosely around yours. his skin was warm where it touched yours, his grip relaxed, as if this, too, was no big deal. as if holding your hand was just another natural thing in a day full of natural things.

he didn’t let go right away.

and you didn’t pull back.

for a heartbeat, the world seemed to narrow down to just that—your tangled fingers, the heavy sunlight, the two stupid matching ducks swinging between you.

and just like that, the silent standoff ended.

neither of you won.

or maybe, somehow, you both did.

after all, it wasn’t really about the ducks, was it?

[spideykeyring]

PUREEEEE FLUFFFFF!!!! this was so sooo cute I was giggling and kicking my feet the whole time hehe yushi and ducks and the banter between mc and yushi just felt soooo youthful like yes this is the epitome of Youth. very Youth Lovesome. thank you so much for writing this lua you're such a talented writer 🥹

[nctlegacy]

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[spideykeyring]

MY CUTIES OH MY GAWDDDDDDDDDDDD

[spideykeyring]

I just had my uni app interview for english lit and I told the prof I write fanfiction

then she told me she used to write fanfiction too so 😌 I think I'm getting that spot

[ayukas]

WHERE THE CHERRY BLOSSOMS FALL

the year slips away after march. tomorrow it will be december. tomorrow i promise not to write about you again.

pairing oh sion x fem!reader genre hurt/comfort, first love au, unspoken love au, grief/mourning word count 1.7k notes hehe

you always wrote him letters.

it started when you were six years old, messy block letters on a crumpled piece of notebook paper, sealed with an uneven sticker of a smiling star.

you never attempted to stop, scraps of receipts, the backs of old class worksheets, the margins of your math notes—they all bore your handwriting, curling around the things you couldn’t bring yourself to say. words that trembled too much when spoken aloud but sat calmly when written down.

the letters were kept in a wooden box under your bed. inside it were other little pieces of your heart—the first four-leaf clover he found for you, a broken plastic keychain from the arcade, the movie ticket from the time you both skipped school just to watch a terrible film and laugh yourselves sick.

you told yourself that one day, when you’re braver, you’d give them all to him.

one day.

dear sion, you laughed so hard today you fell off the swings. you looked so ridiculous lying there like a starfish and i laughed so hard i had to sit down next to you. i think that was the happiest i’ve ever been and i really wanted to tell you. but i couldn’t. maybe tomorrow.

summers were made for the two of you.

sun-drunk days where the air tasted like metal and dust, biking through the scorching streets, plastic bags tied to his handlebars and ribbons to yours. your pockets clinked with coins scavenged from couch cushions, just enough for popsicles from the corner store.

sometimes he’d race ahead, glancing over his shoulder with a teasing glint in his eye. other times, he’d hang back just enough for you to pull ahead and throw your hands up in victory, your laugh ringing out high and bright.

when the sun sank and the rains came sudden and heavy, you’d huddle together under the huge umbrella outside the convenience store, sharing a bag of chips and watching the puddles.

“you think we’ll always be like this?” you asked once, chin propped on your knees, pretending not to look at him.

sion crunched a chip, thoughtful. then he smiled—the kind of smile that felt like stepping into a warm house after a cold walk.

“yeah. always.”

dear sion, you let me have the last chip today even though you wanted it. i saw it in your eyes. you’re such an idiot but i love you. and one day, i’ll tell you properly. i promise.

spring arrived like a sigh.

the cherry blossoms bloomed through heavy clouds, lining the streets like something out of a dream. sion always insisted on walking the long way home from school, past the biggest tree at the edge of the park.

once, he plucked a blossom from a low-hanging branch and dropped to one knee in the middle of the sidewalk, holding it out to you like a knight offering up his defences.

“milady,” he said, overdramatic, his voice rich with laughter.

you snorted, shoving at his shoulder—but your hand lingered just a second too long, fingertips brushing against the curve of his collarbone, feeling the heat of him.

for a moment, you thought—maybe today. maybe i’ll say it today.

but then he jumped up, brushing off his jeans, and the world spun forward like it always did. and you just smiled instead.

dear sion, i think if i kissed you under the cherry blossoms, time would stop. but i’m too much of a coward. maybe next spring. next spring i’ll be brave enough.

the last real letter you ever wrote him while he was still breathing wasn’t even a letter at all.

it was a sentence, scrawled hastily across the back of a grocery list you were supposed to hand to your mom—

i miss you already and you haven’t even left yet.

you shoved it into his jacket pocket at the bus stop, your face burning. he pulled it out, read it, and laughed—that beautiful, easy laugh that always made you feel weightless—before ruffling your hair and promising he’d be back before you even noticed he was gone.

you can still feel the ghost of that touch sometimes, when the nights stretch long and hollow.

sion lied.

but you don’t blame him. how could you?

march bled into april. april bled into silence. you forgot how to count days, only knowing how to count the ways the world felt emptier without him.

you kept writing.

because you thought if you stopped, it felt like you were letting go—and you weren’t ready to. not yet. maybe not ever.

you wrote letters and folded them carefully, leaving them by your windowsill. you wrote letters and tucked them under the cherry blossom tree, in the earth he once danced on. you wrote letters and whispered them into your pillow at night, hoping somehow he could hear you, wherever he had gone.

your friends stopped asking if you wanted to hang out. your teachers started giving you that soft, wary look, like you were something fragile about to break. your mom cleared away his photos from the living room shelves when she thought you weren’t looking.

you saw. you saw everything.

still, you wrote.

dear sion, i saw a boy riding his bike today. from far away, he looked just like you. my heart nearly broke itself open trying to catch up. but alas, it wasn’t you. it’s never you.

the cherry blossoms bloomed and fell without you noticing. summer came back hot, thick and unbearable. then suddenly, it was winter which settled into your bones, familiar and unwelcomed.

you started forgetting the sound of his voice. you started hating yourself for it.

it’s almost march again now.

you sit at your desk, an unfinished letter before you, fingers curling and uncurling around the pen. the sky hangs heavy with rain, the old cherry blossom tree outside your window stripped bare and aching against the grey.

your room smells faintly of dust and something else—something sweet and rotting—the memory of flowers blooming where they shouldn’t.

you close your eyes and think of him falling off the swings, laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe. you think of him offering you a cherry blossom with mock-serious devotion. you think of all the words you swallowed, the bouquets you grew inside yourself, never plucked, never given.

dear sion, it’s been almost a year. it feels like yesterday. it feels like forever. i still write to you. everyday, almost. i wonder if you get them. i wonder if you read them and laugh at how stupidly, endlessly, and desperately i loved you. i did. i still do. i love you. i love you. i love you. god, sion, i miss you. i miss you so much it feels like my body forgot how to hold anything else. they say the first year is the hardest. they say it gets easier after. i don’t know if that’s true because every spring still smells like you. every summer still sounds like your laugh. and every winter still feels like you left yesterday. you’re everywhere and nowhere all at once and i miss you so much. i hope wherever you are, there’s a swing set, cherry blossoms and a bag of chips waiting for you. i also hope you know i really did mean to tell you. i hope you know i really tried. i’ll come by the tree tomorrow and i’ll bring your favourite chips. we can sit for a while, and maybe this time, i’ll say it out loud. that i love you. that i’ve loved you everyday ever since i’ve known you. and i’ll keep loving you, even after all the tomorrows run out.

you fold the letter carefully, hands trembling only slightly, and hold it to your chest.

outside, despite the rain, a single blossom has unfurled at the tip of a branch—a stubborn, ridiculous thing, blooming against all odds.

the next day dawns cold and pale.

the walk to the park is slow, your letter tucked safely inside your pocket. the familiar cherry blossom tree stands ahead, its skeletal fingers reaching for the overcast sky. a thin wind sighs through the empty playground, causing the rusty swing chains to clink softly against each other.

for a long moment, you just stand there, watching the branches sway.

you half expect him to come running around the corner, shoes kicking up dust, grinning that grin that made you forgive him for everything.

but he doesn’t.

he won’t.

you step closer to the tree, your boots sinking slightly into the soft, wet earth. you sit down under it, your back pressed against the rough bark. the letter feels impossibly heavy in your hands as you unfold it carefully, smoothing out the creases with trembling fingers.

your voice, when it comes, is thin and unsteady. you begin to read aloud.

“dear sion. it’s been almost a year.”

your voice wavers, but you swallow hard and keep going.

“it feels like yesterday. it feels like forever.”

the words blur as tears fill your eyes, but you don’t stop. you owe him that much.

“i still write to you. every day, almost. i wonder if you get them. i wonder if you read them and laugh at how stupidly, endlessly, and desperately i loved you.”

you close your eyes against the rush of grief, pressing the heels of your palms into them until the world is just dark and quiet.

“i still love you.”

a sob tears its way out of you—raw, broken, and barely human—you clutch the letter to your chest, curling in on yourself like something wounded.

“i miss you,” you whisper. “i miss you so much.”

the swing set continues to creak in the wind, a hollow, aching sound.

you wonder if he’s listening. you wonder if he’s laughing gently, telling you to stop crying, dummy.

you wonder if he’s proud of you—for finally saying it, even if you’re too late.

when you can breathe again, you carefully fold the letter back into a small, neat square and tuck it into the hollow of the tree’s roots, where the earth is soft and welcoming.

you pat the ground once, like sealing a secret.

standing up, you brush the dirt from your knees, take one last look at the swings, the tree, the empty spaces he left behind.

“i love you,” you say again, aloud, to the grey sky, to the restless wind, to the ghost of a boy who never really left you.

“i always will.”

you turn and walk home alone, but for the first time in a long time, your chest feels a little lighter.

somewhere, you think, sion is smiling.

and somewhere, maybe—he’s carrying a bouquet of all the things you never got to say.

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[spideykeyring]

"march bled into april, april bled into silence" actually no I'm the one bleeding. cus this stabbed me. in the chest. I've already said everything I could say about mi's writing in my previous reblogs so I'll just let the art speak for itself 😮‍💨😮‍💨😌😌

[ayukas]

A THOUSAND TIMES ACROSS A THOUSAND LIVES

across parallel lives, love takes three forms, each one stitched together by a single red thread.

pairing tokuno yushi x fem!reader genre fluff, soulmate au, red string theory warnings not proofread orz notes completed my life goal of writing yushi as everything hes ever wanted to be

UNIVERSE 544 : THE DANCER

in this universe, the red string winds around your pinky like a ribbon of fate—gentle, but undeniable. you don’t see it, but you feel it. a tug in your chest, soft and persistent, guiding your feet toward something you can’t name.

you feel it when you pass the old dance studio tucked between a bakery and a barbershop on your way home from school. the windows are fogged with breath and motion, but through the condensation, you can just barely make out the silhouette of someone moving like he was born to the rhythm.

he dances like the music was made for him. or maybe he was made for the music.

the first time you see him, he’s in loose grey sweatpants and a light denim jacket, hair damp with sweat, soft curls falling into his eyes. you only meant to glance for a second, but the way he moves is magnetic—like the world outside doesn’t exist, and time itself folds in half just to watch him.

you find yourself slowing down a little more each time you pass the studio. hesitant at first, then hopeful, until eventually, you just stop altogether.

he’s always there, like a lighthouse in the fog, often dancing with headphones in. but you can still hear the music in the way his body moves—fluid, fearless, full of something wordless.

one night, as if he's been waiting, he opens the studio door before you can disappear. the little bell above the door startles you.

“you’ve been watching me,” he says—not accusing, just curious.

you don’t know what to say. so you don’t say anything at all.

he tilts his head, the warmth in his eyes like sunlight through syrup. “do you want to come in?”

your throat tightens. “i’m not a dancer.”

he shrugs. “you don’t have to be.”

you hesitate at the threshold like it might burn. but the string in your chest tugs again. so you follow him in.

he introduces himself as yushi. his voice is calm, like the first warm wind of spring. he moves with gentleness, but his mischief seeps through whenever he catches you staring.

you don’t dance that night. he doesn’t push.

but he still teaches you how to feel the beat. you share one earbud, swaying in place. his fingers graze yours ever so slightly—brief but grounding—and it feels like something sacred.

like you’ve done this before, a thousand times across a thousand lives.

UNIVERSE 8123 : THE FOOTBALL PLAYER

in this universe, the red string tugs with more urgency. not like a pull—more like a nudge. like someone’s gently guiding your shoulders forward.

you feel it in the grass-stained air of early autumn, in the late sun that lingers just a little longer after class. in the way your steps veer toward the school’s old football field, even though you never used to go that way.

he’s always there—on the field. running, calling, laughing. a blur of blue and garnet cleats.

he moves like the game is a language only he speaks. not just playing it. breathing it.

you don’t know his name at first—only that he wears jersey number 45, and that he smiles with his whole face when he scores. only that the red string seems to hum louder when he’s near.

you sit on the bleachers, pretending to scroll through your phone. but your eyes are always drawn to him.

“you come here a lot,” he says, jogging over, wiping sweat from his brow. his voice is a little breathless, but easy. open. friendly. “you watch football?”

you blink. “not really.”

he laughs. “that’s honest.”

you shrug. “i just like the air here.”

he grins, head tilted. “air’s even better on the field. wanna try?”

your heart stumbles. “i’ve never played before.”

“you don’t have to be good,” he says, tossing you the ball in a soft spiral. “just gotta try.”

he teaches you how to dribble, how to pass, how to run sideways without tripping over your own feet. he cheers when you kick the ball—though it barely goes three feet. you nearly fall over from the momentum, and he catches you, laughing all the while.

it’s only when you part that day that he tells you his name. yushi. there’s something familiar in the way he says it—too gentle to be new.

he keeps inviting you back. not just to play. sometimes to sit in the grass and talk until the sky blushes pink. sometimes just to exist beside him, sun-warmed and content.

you stop keeping track of the days spent with yushi. and the red string feels quieter now. less like a tug. more like a home.

one evening, you run across the field just to meet him halfway. he opens his arms without thinking, hands warm as they find your waist, and his touch feels like something sacred.

like you’ve done this before, a thousand times across a thousand lives.

UNIVERSE 2823 : THE FISHERMAN

in this universe, the red string smells like salt. like low tide mornings and seafoam breath. it hums under your skin like waves do in your ears—constant, quiet, a rhythm you never learned but have somehow always known.

you feel it strongest when the town is still sleeping. when the sky is periwinkle and the harbour yawns in fog. you walk the docks before the sun fully rises, coffee in hand, boots laced tight to keep out the chill.

you’re not sure why you come. only that something keeps pulling you back.

the fisherman is always there before you. a silhouette against the pale light, tall and calm. he hums while he untangles nets. whistles while tying knots, tossing rope, and counting crates of fish.

you don’t speak, but every morning, he nods at you like you're an old friend.

one day, your coffee slips from your hand, and he’s already moving—catching the cup before it tips completely. his hands are calloused but gentle, and his laugh is soft, like wind against canvas sails.

“early riser?” he asks.

“more like… accidentally awake,” you admit.

he grins, tugging his beanie lower over his ears. “same thing.”

he tells you his name is yushi. his voice like driftwood—weathered, warm. he offers you a seat on a crate and half his sandwich.

you start coming earlier after that.

he teaches you the names of fish he’s caught, the knots that hold lives together. he lets you sit beside him in calm silence while the sea breathes in and out.

then one morning, he hands you a rod.

you blink. “i don’t know how to fish.”

he shrugs. “you don’t have to. just gotta hold it.”

so you do.

the sun rises slow, gold spilling like paint across the water. you feel something tug on the line—then nothing. you glance at yushi, expecting instruction, but he’s just watching you with a quiet smile.

“did i catch something?”

“maybe,” he says, eyes glinting. “but sometimes, it’s enough just to feel the pull.”

you sit in silence again, line drifting, string humming. and when the boat sways a little too much, he reaches out immediately—steadying you instinctively.

his hand brushes your shoulder, fleeting but familiar, and it feels like something sacred.

like you’ve done this before, a thousand times across a thousand lives.

SOMEWHERE IN THE SPACE BETWEEN UNIVERSES,

the red string glows.

it glows with memory—woven through dance studios, football fields, and fog-drenched docks. it remembers every laugh, every stumble, every breath you forgot to count.

and somewhere—beyond twilight and turf, beyond sea spray, and music spun in quiet rooms—yushi remembers too.

the hands that always find yours. the voice that always knows your name. the gravity that always finds you and pulls you close, again and again, no matter the sky.

in every universe, yushi turns toward something he doesn’t yet have a word for and smiles.

“found you.”

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[spideykeyring]

when i say i’d read when i find the time to and the time is 3.30am in korea when i have a flight to catch home in a few hours 😍😍😍😍😍 #NOREGRETSSSSS this was sooooo poetic from the language to the parallels between mc and yushi’s relationship in every universe and how they always find each other LAWDDDD MIIII YOU DID IT AGAIN 😩😩😩😩😩😩 your craft makes me miss writing so so much. mi you’re genuinely such a talented writer and i don’t know how you manage to get better and better with every work you put out

[nctlegacy]

MARK : 1999, Toronto

[ayukas]

synopsis in a city that never snows, the first flakes arrives on the night two lovers say goodbye.

genre angst, missed timings word count 873

notes to celebrate molo... (ᵕ—ᴗ—) this was heavily inspired by the song, 认真的雪, by joker xue! renjun covered this song back in 2022 as well :D as always, constructive and kind feedback, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated, please enjoy!

the first time mark held your hand, it was on a summer night, with your fingers sticky from too many candied strawberries. you had laughed, warmth coursing through your hands, and he had sworn under the blinking neon signs that he would love you forever.

the last time mark held your hand, it was winter, but not quite cold enough to snow. his fingers trembled when you pulled away, leaving only warmth fading into absence.

☃︎

you had spent your entire lives together. first as childhood friends, then as lovers, and eventually, as fiances. but somewhere along the way, life happened.

mark was constantly buried in music—late nights in his studio, endless hours tweaking beats, lost in melodies that never seemed to be perfect enough. you were drowned in wedding gowns and floral arrangements, your days filled with wine tasting, venue visits, and frantic brides who wanted their special day to be flawless.

at first, it didn't seem like a problem at all. you both had dreams, and you supported each other's ambitions. you saw how mark's eyes lit up when he talked about a new song idea, just like he saw how you thrived in the chaos of planning the perfect wedding for your clients.

but slowly, the distance started creeping in.

☃︎

"are you free for dinner tonight?" you had called him one evening, hopeful after realising that it had been a week since you last saw each other.

mark hesitated, fingers still hovering over his keyboard, the track on his screen unfinished. "i'm sorry baby, i can't. i'm in the middle of recording."

"okay. maybe next time." you swallowed the lump in your throat.

another night, mark had sent you a text. wanna go for a walk with me? it had been his way of making up for lost time, a small attempt to piece things back together.

you stared at your laptop, stared at the intricate lace details you were designing for your next client, before sighing. sorry markie. i have a deadline tonight.

missed opportunity after missed opportunity. you were always just a second too late, a step too far apart.

☃︎

one night, as you left your office, the city's skyline stretched out before you, wrapped in a haze of golden streetlights. you exhaled a breath you didn't know you had been holding and pulled out your phone.

looks like it's about to snow tonight.

mark's reply came quickly. this city never snows, silly.

you smiled as his response, but somehow, it felt more like an ache than amusement.

☃︎

you should've known that love wasn't just about holding onto memories, but more about making new ones. but how could you, when you and mark were just echoes of the past, too exhausted to build a future?

it was in the soft glow of a wedding hall, watching your clients, a bride and groom, sway in each other's arms, that the realisation hit you like a slow-moving train.

you could plan the perfect wedding for someone else, but you couldn't save your own.

you thought about your own engagement. the excitement you once felt when mark got on one knee and whispered promises of forever to you. but what was the point of a wedding if there was no time left for love?

☃︎

mark had wanted to play you a song that night. a song that he had written for you, about you. it was the reason he had asked you to go on that walk.

he imagined sitting beside you on a bench, fingers strumming softly against his guitar strings, watching the way your face would light up like it always did when he played for you.

instead, he played it alone. in the dim glow of his studio, voice cracking on the last verse, wondering if you'd ever get to hear it.

after all, you were always missing each other's timing.

☃︎

and so, when you finally sat across from each other in that quiet cafe, it wasn't anger that filled the space between you. it was resignation. exhaustion.

you both knew it was coming, but that didn't make it hurt any less.

"i love you," mark whispered, voice breaking on the words.

you smiled, but the tears welling up in your eyes was unmistakeable, "i love you too."

"but love isn't enough, is it?"

you looked away.

you weren't sure who let go first, but eventually, your hands fell away from each other.

there was no dramatic fight. no desperate pleas. just silence, punctuated by the soft clink of a spoon against a coffee mug, and the sound of both your hearts shattering.

mark reached for his coffee, but his hands were shaking too much to even lift it. you had watched him for a moment longer, memorising the curve of his jaw, and the way his eyelashes cast shadows against his skin.

and then, you stood up.

he didn't stop you.

☃︎

that night, as mark stepped out of the cafe, he tilted his head back, letting out a slow breath. that was when he felt it.

a snowflake. then another.

his phone buzzed, a message from you.

it's snowing.

mark broke.

right there, in the middle of a city that never snowed, he wept for the love you had lost.

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[spideykeyring]

why is ayukas incapable of writing anything other than ANGST 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 also I realise that in every mark angst he's always a workaholic which is all the more heartbreaking because mark's love will always be split between his ambitions and his lover. "but love isn't enough, is it?" ok just say you want me dead

[spideykeyring]

molo and wish come back being one week apart OHHHHHHH THEY DID THIS FOR ME THEY DID THIS FOR ME!!!!

[nctlegacy]

NCT WISH 【poppop - The 2nd Mini Album】

➫ 2025.04.14 6PM (KST)

[spideykeyring]

GOVE ME THE DAMN PINK WICHU

[ayukas]

settle down 003 platonic soulmates

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notes another settle down update who's proud of ayukas!!! 🎉🎉 i FINALLY wrote out the finalised plot today and i feel SO bad for sion in jisung's ending LOLSSS but this is how the story has to go... i can assure u sion is Extremely happy in his own ending tho DONT WORRY... this also means regular updates btw (hopefully) :p

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[spideykeyring]

OHHHHH THE JWISION BROMANCE I YEARNED FOR 😭😭😭😩😩😩😩😩😩 10 YASSES FOR JWISION AND 0 FOR SIONYN/YNSUNG

[jae10velies]

everyone!! my favorite indie artist ten lee is releasing his second album stunner on march 24 and his company couldn't even give a damn about it! we need to support as much as possible!

please like, share, reblog this post everywhere to spread the word!

here is the mv for bambola, a prerelease that just came out today

here is the album website to keep up with the promo schedule

here is ten's instagram

here is ten's kprofiles page

here are ten's spotify and apple music profiles to check out his work

here is his first album released last year

here is nightwalker, the main single from his debut album last year

here are links to ten's other solo songs: dream in a dream, new heroes, pmn, birthday

here is obsession, a collab he did with (g)-idle minnie earlier this year

here is a collab stage that ten did with kiss of life natty at aaa 2024

here is another collab stage from a few years ago, with monsta x shownu

here is ten freestyling on great dance crew, a chinese program he mentored on a few years ago

here is a performance film he did for his debut album last year

here is another performance film, this time from superm

here is ten taking part in taemin's guilty dance challenge

here is a dance practice of his that went viral in 2022

here is ten's waterbomb 2024 set

here is a clip from animals are incredible, a program ten was on recently with his 3 cats

here is a recent photoshoot of his that has been gaining a lot of attention

here are some links to preorder stunner if you so wish *you can use any service that counts purchases towards charts*

here is a link to presave the album on spotify (no apple music yet)