gripping the shoulders of every youtuber ever. look up that unfamiliar word before you pronounce it. especially if it's not a word from your native language but honestly double check the ones that are native to you if you've only seen them in writing. you will thank yourself later.
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
Conservative beauty standards are back with a vengeance which means it's especially important to go out this summer with bellies out and bodies unshaved. Also be unapologetically disabled with mobility aids and wearable medical devices and stim toys and ear defenders and all that stuff. You need it. People need to see it. Everyone needs to be reminded that life is unquestioningly more enjoyable when you're not living inside an arbitrary set of rules created by people who are offended by all the wrong things.
i rarely post my fics on here anymore, but i do post on ao3 a bit now! i've been working on an ateez/knives out au, and i'd reallyyyy appreciate any support <3
summary: celebrating the clock hitting midnight on your boyfriend's birthday with dancing (suggested listening), and cake, 1.6k wc
warnings: so much tooth rotting fluff, suggestive ending, calling yunho 'pup', he cries a little (of happiness)
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yunho had been performing on stage tonight, which gave you the perfect opportunity to go shopping for his birthday. even though he assured you over and over he didn't need you to get him anything, you wanted to show him how much you loved him regardless.
unfortunately, he had another concert scheduled on his birthday, so you wouldn't get to spend much of the day with him, but you promised you'd make it up to him afterwards. this was your first time celebrating his birthday together, so you wanted it to be special.
as the door to your apartment opened, you jumped a little, not expecting yunho and yeosang to be back so early. scrambling to hide the wrapping paper and presents under the kitchen table, you greeted them both with a hug, and gave your boyfriend a quick kiss on the cheek.
“so, how was the show?” you asked the pair, who looked utterly exhausted. “yeosang got me a birthday cake!” yunho perked up as he lay his bag down on the counter, pulling out a white box. “only a little one, for tonight. i didn't want to interfere with any official plans,” yeosang was glad he bought the smaller size, noticing your visible sigh of relief.
“ah, ah,” yeosang swatted yunho's hands away from the knife block, “it's not your birthday yet,” he pointed to the clock. the blonde sighed dramatically, sitting on one of the wooden chairs and pretending to faint, the back of his hand covering his forehead.
giggling at his antics, you took his hand in yours, gently brushing your lips against his fingertips, causing the tips of his ears to blush a dark red. “i’ll be back at midnight, don't cut the cake without me!” yeosang went to go shower, giving the two of you some space.
yunho walked over to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water as you jumped up to sit on the counter. he tilted his head back as he drank, his throat bobbing each time he swallowed. slowly, he made his way over to you, gently parting your knees to stand between them.
“hi,” his voice was but a mere whisper, tickling the inside of your ear. “hi,” you suddenly felt shy under his gaze, looking down instead. frowning, he placed his finger under your chin, tilting your head up and admiring your bashful grin, subconsciously mimicking your expression.
the atmosphere in the kitchen felt almost fuzzy, the clock seemingly frozen in time as you studied the details speckled within each other's irises. you noticed the light from behind you highlighting the flecks of different colours in his eyes, shimmering as though magic was attempting to escape them.
suddenly, the cuckoo clock startled the two of you, announcing that it was now midnight. “happy birthday, pup,” you pressed your lips against yunho's, feeling his cheeks heat up at the pet name.
“thank you, jagiya,” he rested his forehead against yours, catching his breath. “should we call yeosang in to cut the cake?” you asked him, glancing towards his closed door. yunho shook his head, “not yet, just want to be with you first.”
you were quick to pull your phone out, connecting to the speakers and playing ‘reflecting light’ by paloma fellowes, a tune he recognised from the first few notes, “it's our song,” he muttered, feeling his heart burst. jumping off the counter, you held out your hand, “care to dance, jeong yunho?”
the smile that took over his face was endearing, the tilt of his head nothing short of adorable. he placed his hand in yours, resting his chin atop the crown of your head as he pulled you into him. his arm around your waist was secure, and he held your hand close to his chest.
yeosang walked out of his room momentarily, spotting the romantic moment and snapping a quick picture. he turned off the lights, allowing the window to be your only source of illumination.
together, you swayed in the moonlight, giving yeosang a quick smile of appreciation before he disappeared back into his room, allowing you to have your moment with each other. “i love you,” you rested your head against your boyfriend's chest, hearing his heartbeat speed up at your confession.
no matter how many times you told him, he'd still feel as lovesick as he did the first time he heard you say it. “i love you, pretty girl,” he responded, just as he did when you initially declared your feelings for him. never had he felt such a strong pull to someone before, and the feeling only intensified with each passing day.
as the song drew to a close, you picked up the vase from underneath the table, taking out the bouquet of flowers and handing it to him. his eyes immediately filled with tears, and panic coursed through your veins at the sight.
“i’m so sorry, i don't know what i was-” he interrupted your nervous rambling with the most passionate kiss you had ever shared with him, every ounce of his heart being poured into this one moment, quieting your racing thoughts. “nobody has ever given me flowers before, thank you,” he grabbed your shoulders and kissed you again, “thank you.”
his reaction was touching, and you couldn't imagine why nobody had given the most romantic loverboy flowers before. “i picked an assortment of your favourites,” you grinned up at him, admiring the way he looked between you and the arrangement in his hand.
carefully, he placed them into the vase now back on the table, and cupped your face in his hands, “this is the most thoughtful gift i’ve ever received,” he leaned down to press his lips to your forehead, a tear slipping from his eyes and landing on the side of your face.
you stood on your tiptoes to gently wipe his tears from his wet cheeks with your thumbs, brushing his eyelids with your lips. the gratitude you both felt for each other in that moment radiated throughout the room, and it felt as if pure feelings alone could cast a spell of eternal adoration.
the lights blinded you momentarily when yeosang turned them back on, yunho instinctively raising his hand to cover your eyes and giving yeosang a stern look. the younger of the two raised his hands in silent defence, giggling at yunho's fake air punch.
your boyfriend removed his hand from your face, giving you a soft peck between your eyes before skipping over to the fridge to pull out his cake. yeosang offered him a knife, but yunho shook his head, allowing him to cut the cake for him.
“wait, we need to put candles on first,” you remembered, rushing over to the cabinet and pulling out a small box. placing the numbers on the cake, you lit the wicks and watched yunho make his wish before gently blowing over the flames.
yeosang cut you all a piece of the cake, walking over to answer the door to see who had knocked at this hour. “what did you wish for?” you asked yunho as he pulled you into his side, cheering as the six boys walked into the kitchen, wishing him a happy birthday.
“i can't tell you, or it won't come true,” he winked at you, before walking over to hug all of his fellow group members. you chuckled to yourself, also going over to greet the boys, “you're all just in time for some cake!” they all immediately flocked around the table, begging yeosang to cut them each a slice.
yunho was staring at you from across the room, and when you noticed, the both of you blushed and looked away, embarrassed. “hey! birthday boy first!” you told yeosang, shooing the others away from the cake until your boyfriend claimed his piece.
he sat down on a chair, pulling you into his lap. holding up his plastic fork to your mouth, he offered you some cake, “for my beautiful angel, who has already made this the most special birthday of my life.” you felt your cheeks burn at his words, quickly accepting his offer, you ate the cake on his fork, before burying your face in the crook of his neck.
“i’m so glad you're happy, pup,” you gently scratched the back of his neck, feeling the blood rush to it as you spoke. he offered you a strawberry from his plate, a little cream on the edge of it. the mischievous grin on your face went unnoticed by him as you quickly darted to scoop up the cream with your finger, dabbing it on the tip of his nose.
his fake pout caused your heart to melt, and you gently kissed away the cream, yunho seizing the opportunity to place some on your nose instead. “jeong yunho!” you exclaimed, for he misjudged the amount on his finger before he swiped it onto you, dropping a considerable amount onto your t-shirt.
“oh no,” he drew out his words, “now you have to take it off.” lightly hitting his arm, you climbed off of his lap and went into his room, looking for a clean shirt of his to change into. you pulled the dirty one over your head, discarding it into the laundry basket before rummaging through yunho's wardrobe.
a pair of arms circling around your waist made you jump, but your boyfriend's touch was familiar enough to you to recognise it. “hi, jagi,” he turned you around in his arms, his grip on your waist strong. “hi, yuyu,” you stared up at him through your lashes, feeling a little shy when his eyes darted down to glance at your bra-clad chest.
he licked his lips, and his pupils were slowly darkening his previously vibrant irises as he took in your figure, “can i have my wish now?”
