Mr. Song~

Being a fan fiction writer is typing ‘me’ instead of ‘my’ and then laughing far too hard at the sentence I’ve just made that’s like:

I shook me head

And instantly imagining y/n as a pirate and then getting distracted for the next ten minutes thinking what would happen if I placed a pirate into the random scenario I’ve created

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They’re lying, your honor 🤚

Guys @lovely-ateez is bullying me 😔

It took me wayyy too long to respond to this but thank you for tagging me ily 🥺

So my favorites are Favorite Place, All For You, and Just What The Doctor Ordered. Favorite Place is the first “bad boy” fic that I wrote and I honestly had so much fun with it. It’s based on Hongjoong and inspired by his cover of Numb bc he looks 🔥🔥 in that video. All for you is a fluff fic for Seonghwa and it’s just so wholesome and domestic and I love it. Just What The Doctor Ordered was a spur-of-the-moment fic for me and I really ended up liking how it turned out. It’s one of my most liked fics right now and it makes me so happy to see people enjoy it.

My least favorite is probably The Blossom Festival. It was the second fic I wrote and it’s just so cringy to me I can’t even go back and read it. I’ve considered deleting it and re-writing it a billion times and I think I’m going to soon. I’m not even gonna link it because of how much it makes me cringe. But! It shows that I’ve made progress so I try not to hate it too much

tagging (no pressure!!) : @onceonafullmoon​ @cappujinho @yeochikin @masterninjacow

OK QUESTION TO MY FIC WRITER MOOTS (u dont have to answer if you’re uncomfortable)

Which of your own fics do you like and dislike the most and why???

For me, I really enjoyed writing my oneshot fic This Town and its prequel. Partly because I had that idea for a separate story I was planning to write and mainly because I love angst <3 hehe I just feel like it had the “we couldn’t fulfill our promises not because we wanted to, but because it was out of our control” vibe ok wait i like that line + for me, it felt like Up’s Ellie and Carl except that they didn’t grow old together dndjsjsk

The fic I disliked the most would probably have to be Self-Service 😭✋🏻 UHHH that’s kinda around the time I got a slump and it kinda went downhill from there. I had that idea around my first few days here on Tumblr and I fell out of love with it while writing. Dhdjejsk ngl i also have icky feelings about my latest fic??? Had a slump by part two so yea

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Tagging my moots because I want to know theirs: @railmeharrypotter @mendesxruel @hey-there-angels @helleli @hellohellook @hellounicorn @sfdlm @holden-caulfield + anyone else who wants to do this

Alright loves here’s what’s been going on. I’ve (obviously) found myself in a bit of a writing rut when it comes to ateez. I LOVE my boys don’t get me wrong, but I’ve found myself gravitating to other circles recently and so it’s been hard to write about ateez. I’ve put this off for longer than I should have, but I need advice.

Recently, I’ve been falling head over heals for Pedro Pascal and literally everything he’s in (The hyperfixation kicked in HARD). I currently have one Pedro fic and one character fic (Javier Peña) done because I could not help myself. I really want to post them, so I guess my question is should I make a new account solely dedicated to Pedro or should I post them on this account along with ateez fics? Currently, I’m leaning towards making a new account, because admittedly it would be a strange mix, but I’m curious as to what you all think 👀

As far as ateez fics go, I will still be posting, but it will likely be less frequent than when I post about Pedro. I’m hoping that as a byproduct of doing this I’ll be writing more frequently for ateez as well. Big thank you to everyone for your input! Based on the poll results I’ll make a decision tomorrow and make a post about it! 💕💕

Quick update that I have finals this week and then I’m done for the semester!! I’ll have more free time after finals and I’ve got a bunch of ideas so I’ll be writing a lot (I currently have 32 drafts whoops—) Thank you everyone for waiting while I’ve been on a temporary hiatus and I’m so excited to get back to writing! I hope everyone has a wonderful day! 💕💕

Last Update Before I Return!

(Note: This is just a bunch of personal garbo, don't feel like you have to read it all!)

So yes I've been gone for far too long but I can explain-

Classes started picking up and kept me busy for a long time. With my college graduation coming up in the fall, there's been a lot for me to do. Somewhere in between I found a guy I became interested in. This is hella rare for me, so he became someone special. A few months into knowing him, he asked me to be his girlfriend and I agreed. This past weekend he broke up with me. We live roughly two hours apart and it was hard to work out times that we'd see each other. I'm pretty heartbroken over it to be honest, and seeing him smile and laugh online (he's in a band and posts videos with his band mates to advertise ofc. Literally never date anyone in a band they will leave you for the band. Hella ironic that the last fic I wrote was about Yunho in a band, I legit didn't even know the guy yet) is not a great feeling. But! I’ll be putting that energy into my writings so expect more angst ig? Anyways, with one of my classes ending early, I'm going to be setting aside time for me to write more often. So starting next week, begin to expect weekly posts again! Thank you to everyone who has sent me kind words since my disappearance, I love you all.

I’ll Be Home Soon~

ꕥPosted: 5/16/21

ꕥGenre: Fluff

ꕥPairing: Fem!Reader x Idol!Mingi

ꕥWord Count: 1.8k

ꕥWarnings: An overwhelming heaping of fluff

ꕥTag List: @nevieatiny @bobateastay

ꕥA/N: I know this is short but I wanted to write at least a little something for Mingi’s return. I’m just so proud of him and can’t wait to see him again ><

I sat on the couch as stiff as a board. At any minute my boyfriend would return home after being away for months. We kept in contact while he was gone, of course, but it wasn’t the same as seeing each other in person. Even after all this time, I still wasn’t accustomed to the cold bed or the lack of sticky notes he would leave me throughout the day, all saying some variation of I love you or good morning or you look beautiful today. It was always something simple, but they became so meaningful to me. Waking up without his warm smile never got easier, and every moment he was gone I thought of him. Our house wasn’t a home with only me.

I heard the faint jingling of keys and I scrambled to the door, about falling over in the process. The door opened to reveal my tall, lanky boyfriend. He was dressed casually, wearing a large white sweatshirt over black baggy pants. His brown hair was down, slightly covering his eyes. He wasn’t dressed up or wearing anything special, but in that moment he looked more handsome to me than he ever had before. It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds since I laid my eyes upon him and my heart was already beating as rapidly as the first time I met him.

He smiled at me and opened his arms wide to embrace me in a tight hug. I jumped in his arms without thinking and felt tears beginning to run down my face.

“I can’t believe you’re home. I missed you so much.” I nuzzled into his warm chest.

His voice was deep and warm, enveloping me ten times over. “I’m home, baby. I’m home.”

We held each other tight, basking in the feeling of the other after being separated. It felt new, in some ways, but completely and totally familiar at the same time.

“I’m sorry I was gone for so long.” His voice was soft, as if he thought I might blame him.

I pulled back from his embrace, making eye contact. “Song Mingi don’t you dare apologize! Health always comes first and I’m so proud of you for recognizing that you needed a break.”

He gave a shy smile that I happily returned. Noticing the luggage that he was carrying, I picked up a few bags and ushered him in, setting the bags down once we were inside. He looked around our living room, smiling at its setup. On the main table I had placed his favorite snacks, a few presents, and an overwhelming number of envelopes.

Mingi quirked a brow and chuckled, obviously thankful but a bit confused, “What are the envelopes for and why are there so many?” 

I looked to the ground,feeling shy. “Every week that you were gone I wrote you a letter. I know we facetimed and everything but I thought it might be more personal through a letter. I tried to send them to you but your manager told me to keep them instead-”

Mingi set his luggage on the floor and once more hugged me, this time lifting me in the air and placing kisses all over my face. “You didn’t have to do this, babe.”

“Oh I know, but I wanted to. It’s the least you deserve.”

His eyes watered at my words and I gently cupped his face. “You deserve the world, my love.”

He set me back down and gave me a playful shove, “Stop that I’m gonna cry.”

I pouted, “I’m sorry I don’t mean to make you cry. I just love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby.”

I stood on my toes to press a kiss to his lips, which he returned. I felt him smile against my lips and the gesture made butterflies stir within me.

"So what do you wanna do, babe? We can stay here and watch a movie and relax if you want or-”

He laughed, “Honestly? I kinda want to go to the zoo. I don’t really know why, but I haven’t been in awhile and it just sounds fun.”

“Right now?”

“Hell yeah.”

I smiled at his childlike answer, expecting nothing less from my puppy-like boyfriend, “Alright, let’s go then! Oh-”

I felt a ball of fluff run past my ankles and up to Mingi. Both of us looked down to see our cat, Mao. Mingi smiled and picked her up, pleased to find her purring while he pet her.

“I missed you, too. Silly cat.”

“She’s been sleeping on your side of the bed since you left, so you’re probably gonna have to kick her out tonight.”

His eyes widened, “You replaced me?”

“No! I could never! She just decided to keep me company.”

A tight smile formed on Mingi’s face, “Sure, sure.”

I scoffed, “Are we going to the zoo or not?”

“Of course!” He set Mao down before moving his luggage into our bedroom. I picked up my purse and car keys as I saw him return to the living room and gave him another smile. We quickly said our goodbyes to Mao and locked the door, excited to spend more time with each other.

-

“So what’s your favorite zoo animal, Mingi?” I asked as we walked through the zoo with our fingers intertwined.

His eyebrows furrowed in thought, “I kinda like sun bears. Have you seen the memes about those things? How they look-”

“Like a person in a bear costume?” I finished his sentence and he giggled, nodding at me.

“I think they have those here, actually. We might have to find a map but I’m sure they’re around here somewhere.”

After asking around and wandering for half an hour, we finally found the sun bear enclosure...only to be met with empty land.

“Damn, are they really not here?” Mingi asked, looking dejected, “I thought they’d have at least one.”

Before I could reply a little girl ran up to the exhibit in front of us, her brown pigtails swaying with her quick movements. She pressed her small fingers to the glass, squinting to see any signs of the sun bears. Her bottom lip stuck out when all she saw was an empty exhibit and my heart lurched for the poor girl. Mingi and I watched as an attractive couple ran from the same direction as the little girl, their movements frantic until they saw her tiny figure.

“Migyung you can’t just run off like that, sweetheart.” The mother lightly scolded, sounding more concerned than angry.

The little girl turned around at the sound of her mom’s voice and frowned. “I’m sorry, mama. I just wanted to see the funny bears!”

The father crouched down to reach her height, “I know, just tell us next time, okay?”

Migyung nodded at her father’s words.

“And would you look at that?” The man smiled and pointed behind her, “Look who’s coming over to see you.”

The girl turned around and spotted a sun bear walking towards her. She let out a gasp, once more pressing her fingers to the glass. Her eyes filled with stars as she looked at the bear.

She laughed with excitement and bounced on her toes, “Daddy, mommy, look at him! He’s so fat!”

“We see him, sweetheart.” The father replied with a smile, even though the girl couldn’t see it. He looked over to his wife and placed an arm around her, kissing her cheek as they looked at their daughter fondly.

Mingi squeezed my hand, his attention no longer on the sun bear. He turned to me with love-filled eyes and whispered, “That’s gonna be us one day, you know?”

I bit my lip and felt warmth spread through my body. We’d talked about our future before, how we wanted kids and planned on getting married, but watching the scene before us and seeing the sincerity in his eyes, it made my heart feel like exploding.

“I’d really like that.”

We stood there for a bit longer before leaving to look at the other animals. The red pandas, in particular, caught Mingi’s attention, and I found myself quite fond of the baby rhinos, but we both agreed that the sun bear was our favorite.

-

Neither of us were entirely sure how we both ended up covered in flour on the floor of our kitchen, only that once the sun had began to set we left the zoo and came home with empty stomachs, then deciding to make breakfast food for dinner. Now we were both in fits of giggles as we struggled to sit upright, Mao’s strange looks at us somehow making the event even funnier.

“Maybe this wasn’t the best idea,” I laughed.

“I think this was a great idea,” Mingi said with a smile before grabbing a handful of flour and throwing it at me.

“Hey! You’re gonna pay for that!”

He stood and grabbed the bag of flour, raising a brow in challenge, “Oh yeah? Come and get me, babe.”

Against my better judgement I stood and ran towards him, throwing my body onto his and tackling him to the floor. As our bodies collided, the bag of flour flew out of his hands and I crawled over to the bag only to feel Mingi’s arms wrap around my legs and drag me back towards him.

“Noo! I’m so close!” I giggled, the bag barely a foot away.

“Not anymore, you aren’t.” He pulled me into his lap and wrapped his arms around me tight, preventing me from escape, “What are you gonna do now, huh?”

I tilted my head with a smile, “I’ll probably flirt with my captor until he falls for me and then I’ll run away with the flour.”

“Is that so?”

“It is.”

“Well, what if he’s already in love with you but won’t let you go?” Mingi shifted our bodies to where I was laying with my back on the floor, his own body hovering over mine but still very much keeping me in place, “What if he’s gonna keep you here with him? What do you think about that?”

My breath hitched as he looked down at me, his face slowly inching closer to mine. He had it too easy, really, with how quickly he could fluster me.

“I think you’re far too handsome for your own good.” I said barely louder than a whisper.

He let out a chuckle before kissing me, our lips moving in time with the other’s. My hands found his hair and I pulled him closer to me, my hunger long forgotten.

As I felt Mingi’s body against mine, I finally felt whole. It was hell, going without seeing him for so many months, but because of moments like these, I knew I’d gladly wait a hundred more if it meant I could just have one day with him.

For The First Time Pt. 1~

ꕥPosted: 7/19/20

ꕥGenre: College!au, Fluff

ꕥPairing: Fem!Reader x Jongho

ꕥWord Count: ~1k

ꕥWarnings: Slight language

ꕥA/N: There are several Chinese phrases I’ve sprinkled here and there, but I’ll provide the English translation so don’t worry! :)

Phrase Guide:

老师=teacher/professor

可爱=cute

I walked into my Chinese language class and looked around at the empty seats. The lack of students wasn’t that surprising to me. I was 15 minutes early, after all. I sat in the front row seat taking the books out of my backpack when I heard a familiar voice.

“Y/N! Hey!”

I looked up to see my best friend, Marina, and raised an eyebrow.

“Since when are you interested in learning Mandarin, M?”

“Oh I’m not at all,” Marina sat down and ran one of her perfectly manicured hands through her hair, “but you were the only friend in our group taking it and I didn’t want you to be lonely.”

She gave me a wink as I smiled at her.

“Thanks, babe. But this really is a tough class. You’ll definitely have to study hard if you want to pass.”

“Then I guess I’ll have to find a cutie to tutor me.”

I rolled my eyes at my love-crazed friend. It’s not like she’d have any trouble, though. Nearly every person she encountered fell for her. She wasn’t picky with gender, either. I remember when she came out to me several years ago. She wasn’t ashamed about it, quite the opposite, actually. I remember her throwing her head back in laughter.

“No one is safe from me! I will woo everyone and I cannot be stopped! I am invincible!”

I was pulled back to reality when Marina spoke again.

“You know, I’ve actually heard there’s a few cuties in this class.”

“Oh yeah? How’d you find that out?”

She chuckled and whispered, “Ancient Chinese secret.”

“Oh my god, M.”

As if on que, a group of three young men walked in. One was incredibly tall with bright red hair, another shorter with a light brown mullet, and another with a perfect, gummy smile.

They laughed at whatever joke the smaller one had told and looked around the classroom. By that point several people had trickled in, so finding a seat was slightly more difficult. Gummy-smile-guy looked at me and winked. He was, unfortunately, handsome. I looked away and cleared my throat, moving my gaze over to Marina, instead. She gave me a knowing smile, but said nothing. They eventually found seats towards the center row, just a few seats behind us.

After a few moments, Marina leaned close to me.

“Listen I’m just saying...I call dibs on the redhead. Did you see the way he was looking at me? He’s a damn fine man. You; however, ought to make a move on Mr. Flirty.”

“That’s seriously the best nickname you could come up with?”

“Listen. I’m getting ready to study a whole new language and I’m trying to save my brain power, y/n.”

Before I could respond to her, our professor entered. She seemed to be a middle-aged woman, wearing a classy dress with her hair tied up in a tight, neat bun. She carried several books in her hands and walked to the podium in the middle of the room.

As she sat down her books, she began speaking Mandarin at a relatively fast pace. I had never taken a Chinese class, but in preparation I studied the language for several months prior. I understood the majority of what she was saying and felt proud of myself for understanding.

“Alright class. Who would like to translate what I just said?”

My hand shot up after a second or so, giving my brain extra time to process her words.

“Good morning and welcome, everyone. This is Intro. to Chinese Language 101. If you are in the wrong class please leave, and if not, congratulations, you are in the right room,” I recited.

The professor raised her eyebrows in surprise.

“What’s your name young lady?”

“Oh! My name is y/n, 老师.”

She gave me a warm smile and nodded.

“Very well. I expect much from you, y/n.”

I smiled widely at her praise. To my side I could see Marina shaking her head at me and heard her whisper “Show off.”

As class continued I tried my best to answer what I could, but of course I couldn’t answer everything. It seemed that an unfamiliar young man and I took turns answering almost every question. I liked that. Bring on the competition.

Class ended sooner than I had liked and before long I was packing up my things.

“So where are you headed now?” Marina asked.

“Actually this is my break period. I’ve got an hour before my next class so I’m going to get some lunch.”

“Oh sweet! Me too!”

A deep voice that I didn’t recognize made me turn around.

“I think I’ll tag along, then.”

I looked up at the man with bright red hair and leaned my head to the side, noticing his two friends standing close to him.

“And who are you?” I asked.

He stuck out his hand for me to shake and gave a warm smile.

“Mingi Song. And you?”

Although his words were directed at me, he was looking at Marina, waiting for her to respond, instead.

I shook his hand and his gaze turned back to me.

“I’m y/n,” I pointed to Marina, who was already ogling Mingi, “and this is my friend Marina.”

Mingi picked up one of her hands and kissed it gently, “What a beautiful name you have, Marina.”

Mingi leaned closer to Marina and continued to flirt with her, pulling out every trick in the book. I’d seen this dance countless times with Marina and knew where it was going. I slid on my backpack and began to walk out.

“See ya, M! I’ll be at the cafeteria if you need me!”

She lazily waved back as I smiled at her. I took no more than a few steps before I heard someone running behind me. I turned around to see gummy-smile himself, secretly cursing myself when my heartbeat skipped.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah? What’s up?”

He took a moment before speaking and actually looked a little shy. It only showed on his face for a moment though, before he smiled confidently.

“Can I come with you to lunch?”

“I mean I guess, but I don’t even know your name yet.”

“Oh shit you’re right,” He smiled, “I’m Jongho.”

His smile. Damn his smile. Now that I could see him closer I actually got a good look at him. His fluffy dark brown hair with his forehead partially exposed, perfect facial proportions, and - oh god - he was really fit. His short-sleeved shirt showed the strong muscles in his arms just slightly enough to let you know that they were there. And of course, I knew.

“So are you gonna keep checking me out or are you gonna walk to lunch with me?”

His comment threw me off guard and I blushed, quickly shaking my head.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Jongho.”

“...可爱.”

The Blossom Festival~

ꕥPosted: 7/8/20

ꕥGenre: Fluff, Crack

ꕥPairing: GenderNeutral!Reader x Yunho

ꕥWord Count: Enough

ꕥWarnings: Language

“It’s too damn hot for this,” Hongjoong said, wiping sweat off his forehead.

“Well what do you want me to do about it, Hongjoong?” San retorted.

“Well some shade would be nice, to start.”

Yunho, Hongjoong, San, and I made the terribly unfortunate decision to attend a festival in July...in the middle of a heat wave. To be fair, we were bored as hell and barely had time to go out anymore with our busy schedules.

Hongjoong continued, “It’s literally 92 degrees outside. This is disgusting.”

“Your mom’s disgusting.”

“Watch your mouth, San, or I’m gonna smack you to next week.”

“Ha. I’m sure you would if you could reach me.”

“Alright, that’s enough testosterone out of the both of you,” I wiped my sweat-filled hair out of my eyes and continued, “let’s try and enjoy this, okay?”

“Y/n you literally look like wet dog.”

I closed my eyes and feigned annoyance, “San I don’t have the time or patience to deal with you right now.”

I looked up at Yunho and saw him smiling. Even though he hadn’t said a word I could see the playfulness in his eyes. He didn’t look back at me but clearly saw me looking and squeezed my hand in acknowledgment.

Yunho finally spoke up, “How about some blossom ice cream? It’s a tradition of y/n’s and mine to get some every year.”

I nodded my head in agreement, remembering all the cute memories we made here since we started dating. I then looked to gauge San and Hongjoong’s reactions. San seemed to be on board but Hongjoong had a different opinion.

“What the hell is that? Is it made with legit blossoms or something?”

“No, dumbass. It’s pink sherbet.”

“Then why on earth is it called blossom ice cream, y/n?”

“Dude,” Yunho interjected, “This celebration is literally called The Blossom Festival.”

“Oh. Uh...sure then.”

“...dumbass.”

-

We walked along the busy street, watching people pass. Little children chased one another holding pink stuffed animals while others played carnival games. Young teenagers could be spotted kissing under blossom trees. Elderly were often found sitting on benches under the shade, reminiscing and telling stories of when they were young. There was a place for everyone here, I think that’s partly why I liked it so much.

“This certainly is a busy place, especially considering the weather,” Hongjoong said as he fanned his face with his hand, clearly regretting wearing all black.

“It’s so obvious that you’ve never been here before. People will come here in over 100 degree weather just to celebrate and play games.”

“Yunho, that’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

“I mean it’s 92 right now, and look at all the people still here,” Yunho motioned all around us.

“Touché.”

-

After what felt like forever, we reached one of the booths selling blossom ice cream. Surprisingly, there wasn’t that long of a line.

“This better be worth it, Yunho.”

“It will be, San. Trust me.”

Standing in line for 15 minutes doesn’t sound like much, but when the heat is steadily climbing it feels like you’re the wicked witch and someone just threw a bucket of water at you. Luckily, the line was under shade.

Finally, when we got the ice cream, it was just as good as I remember. Just like-

“OH MY GOD THIS IS THE BEST ICE CREAM I’VE EVER HAD IN MY FUCKING LIFE.”

“San you need to calm your ass down, there are children,” Hongjoong said while we all laughed at San’s reaction, “It is super good though.” He added.

Surprisingly, we were silent for a while, simply enjoying our ice cream until San spotted a certain carnival game.

“HONGJOONG THEY HAVE THAT ONE GAME WHERE YOU THROW THE NEEDLE THINGS AT THE BALLOONS AND THEY POP! WE GOTTA GO!!”

San turned to Hongjoong and shook his shoulders, yelling at him a bit too loud, “WE COULD WIN A GOLDFISH!”

Before Hongjoong could get a word in, San ran off in the direction of the booth.

Hongjoong put a hand on his face and sighed, “Alright I’ll take the child. You two lovebirds have fun.”

Yunho and I looked at each other. Both of us had smiles on our faces as we raised our ice creams.

“Geonbae!” We cheered and continued to eat our ice cream.

“You know y/n, I’ve been thinking.”

“Have you been doing so safely? That’s a dangerous game, babe.”

He rolled his eyes, “I meant our three year anniversary is coming up and I want to do something special.”

“Oh yeah?” I raised my eyebrows, “What did you have in mind?”

“Honesty, whatever you want, honey.”

Yunho kissed me gently, then pulled back only for me to place my hand on his cheek and pull him back to my lips.

“You’re pretty cute, you know that?”

I blushed, making Yunho smile. He kissed both of my pink cheeks and whispered to me, “I don’t care what we do. I’m with you and that’s all I care about.”