To Hell With Them. Nothing Hurts If You Dont Let It.

To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it.

Ernest Hemingway (via perfectquote)

𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝟏𝟐𝟕

as requested by anon! genre: fluff warnings: cw food mention author’s note: since i had previously written this on my old blog (@liudejuns) and it was requested here, i’ve essentially copy and pasted it with some very slight editing to better fit my current writing style as i had already begun to transition towards it before switching blogs, so not much change was needed <333 for ppl who have followed me over from my old blog,, i’m sorry this is nothing neW!!!!

taeil ✺ cooking dinner together. going shopping for the ingredients in your sweatpants and stealing one of his sweatshirts beforehand, too. watching him make conversation with the child in the cart ahead of you in line who stares at him with wonder and curiosity, who has randomly, but reasonably, if only they knew how lovely he really was, chosen him as an adult they trust enough to engage with. wondering what he’ll be like as a dad if that happens to be in your future. the three of you smiling at each other out of pure, unexpected, but precious and fleeting joy. him sneaking flowers into the cart for you while you’re not looking and your favorite dessert, too, as if he’s a little kid again; you can hear him fumbling to make it happen as if you won’t notice the flowers’ bright colors and the bulky packaging of the dessert the moment you turn around. he’s a little upset because the dessert premade and he would have liked to surprise you by making it himself, but he knows it’s the thought that counts- and it tastes better that way, anyway. he knows, but he won’t admit.

johnny ✺ ambitious weekend plans…every weekend. so many things packed into each day, but there’s so much you want to experience by each other’s side. you know you want to spend forever together, but you’re still scared you might run out of time. the chaos has become routine, and it’s something you’ve learned to cherish. the farmer’s market or a café in the morning depending on the season, a road trip to a museum or a cool movie theater you’d heard about (or the occasional movie marathon at home with takeout on the lazier days) afterwards, finding a scenic space for a picnic during the day when the weather welcomes you. he picks wildflowers for you and whines when they wilt before you can get them home. thrifting in between everything, dinner dates at diners and restaurants you’ve never tried before, ice cream somewhere else, always finished off with late night drives with the music blasting looking for a nice place to pull over and look at the stars and talk about anything and everything, or spent in bed with warm pajamas and his body draped over yours.

taeyong ✺ mutual self-care as a love language. simple things like brushing your teeth at the same time and him making funny faces at you in the mirror and then fake nagging you for making him late (he doesn’t mind. he’s nagging because it’s an outlet for the frustration he’s feeling over not being able to spend all of his time with you.) sweeter, more tender things like him running you a bath and washing your hair for you when you’re not feeling well. silly things like sheet masks with animal faces printed on them; him taking candid pictures of you with yours on and laughing so hard he can’t even pull himself together to show you, and then complaining that his face hurts from the mask, which has hardened by then, tugging at his skin. it’s not exactly worth complaining over, but he likes to complain about the harmless things so that you’ll kiss him to make him feel better (as if you needed an excuse). practical, thoughtful things like making each other your favorite meals or surprising each other with your coffee/tea order on a day where you really needed it, too.

yuta ✺ sharing secrets. staying up til the early morning hours giggling under blankets with your bodies intertwined telling stories you’ve never told anyone else before. playfully pretending to forget the lighthearted ones just as an excuse to listen to them again because you love the sound of each other’s voices especially when they’re drenched with excitement and gratitude for the things you’ve been fortunate enough to experience and look back at and smile over; acting surprised even though you could never really forget, and never losing interest no matter how many times you’ve heard those secrets and stories. marveling at the risky ones and validating the hard experiences of the heavy ones, but expressing gratitude for the person they’ve helped one another to become even if the hardships were never deserved. you feel like it’s okay to be transparent about what has made you who you are because he loves you for all of it.

doyoung ✺ napping together. specially curated, soft playlists featuring both of your favorite songs, but disproportionately, always featuring more of yours than his because your favorites have become his, too. you suggesting he add pieces with his own vocals and him cringing but secretly being endeared and also so extremely happy that his voice is calming to you and pretty enough that you’d like for it to be the last thing you hear before you fall asleep. suggesting that he sing you to sleep instead if he refuses to give you the pre-recorded option, and him cringing even more, clinging to you with his head on your chest and pretending to fall asleep to avoid it but his fond, sweet smile giving him away, and him eventually falling asleep to the sound of your heartbeat instead of the music, leaving you alone with your thoughts- all happy ones since he’s entered your life.

jaehyun ✺ extravagant dinner dates. his attention to detail makes you feel thought of & cared for in ways you never thought could possibly be expressed through something as simple and common as a dinner date. your reservation scheduled in sync with the sunset at a table with a beautiful view, and he’s already checked to make sure they serve your favorite meal. he tells you before you’re even seated, the most prideful smile on his face because he’s so pleased with himself for successfully doing everything in his power to make you happy. him helping you put your necklace on before you leave. always a final surprise for the night, your favorite flowers waiting for you on the table when you get back home, their silhouette traced by the moonlight, a beautiful final reminder of just how much he cares.

winwin ✺ telling each other the fondest, happiest stories from your childhood. wanting to know everything about what makes each other who you are and what makes you happy starting from your purest form. him laughing so hard he can’t even finish his sentences sometimes, a side of him only you get to see, and it means more to you than he’ll ever know; at the same time, you letting him be that way means more to him than you’ll ever know. seeing his eyes sparkle when he reflects on his favorite experiences, watching him get excited about the things that he gets to share with you, the person he loves most, and him listening to you talk about your own childhood with the faintest but most awe-inspired smile on his face. he wishes he could have been there, but he’s so excited to have the opportunity to be a part of any of your memories at all and spends every day trying to make them just as sweet.

jungwoo ✺ ranting to each other. saying everything you’ve ever wanted to say openly and honestly without fear of being invalidated because you know each other in ways that no one has before. finding sanctuary in one another, knowing you can tell each other everything when no one else was ever willing to listen without judgment. sometimes the rants are happy ones, about something exciting that happened at work, a personal milestone that might seem small to someone else but never feels small to either of you because you value each other’s progress endlessly, about how much you love one another, about something random that makes you smile, about one of your own personal interests or hobbies. sometimes they’re heavy and hard. but you never have to wonder where you have to look to find someone to listen or to support you, because you have each other.

mark ✺ staying home and doing nothing. for once. not really nothing, because it’s emotionally healing for both of you to just be in one another’s presence with no responsibility except to love each other and laugh with one another, and that’s productive and important, too. it can be difficult to remember the value of rest when you’re doing it alone, but your restful moments, with him, are always spent smiling and feeling loved. you’re both always so busy, so immersed in your work, and it’s great because it helps you understand one another when it comes to the desire to keep going, but for once, it’s nice to just slow down- because it means you get to enjoy all of the other great things about each other, the parts of yourselves no one else is fortunate enough to see. staying in bed until noon, finally getting up and making pancakes (and probably burning them and opting to go out for brunch instead), watching stupid youtube videos together and laughing til your stomachs hurt. making out and him getting awkward out of nowhere, and laughing some more.

hyuck ✺ endless inside jokes. it annoys everyone around you how much the two of you laugh at the most random, stupid, or sometimes pointless things, but you don’t care. you’re still mindful of only laughing when it’s harmless, so it’s not like you’re really doing anything wrong; both of you just refuse to become jaded by life and its hardships, and some people can’t understand that, but it’s not your job to teach them. his laugh is your favorite sound, and yours is his. he’d never say that out loud though, because he worries it would just turn into another joke and he’s serious about it, so he chooses to keep it to himself, not realizing that you think the same. he’s not embarrassed or shy, he just wants to save parts of you for himself so that they never change- he’ll be open with you about everything else, even the most embarrassing things, if it means he gets to hear you laugh again.

UPCOMING STORY!

PAIRING :: Jung Jaehyun x Reader

SUMMARY :: As the CEO of Zetatech, you’ve got a multi-billion dollar empire in the palm of your hand and not a single care for love. That all changes when the Jung Corporation CEO walks through your door, bringing about an arranged marriage and a life you never asked for. With your fate already sealed, the question is now this — do you really hate him as much as you claim to or is there something more you’re not willing to admit to?

GENRE :: smut, CEO!AU, CEO!Jaehyun, CEO!Reader, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, humour.

WARNINGS :: sexual content, lots of sexual banter, making out, choking, fingering, oral sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dom/sub undertones, dom!Jaehyun, slight voyeurism, humiliation/degradation, mentions of trauma during childhood, swearing.

WORD COUNT :: 24.7k

TEASER WORD COUNT :: 305

RELEASE DATE :: May 21st, 2021

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Masterlist

“Out of my seat, Jung.”

The person in question spun around in the chair after a moment’s pause, cocking his head to the side as he played with a pen in his hands, a glint in his gaze.

“I might stay here, you know. You’ve got a comfortable chair,” he said, the smirk evident in his tone.

“Out now or you’re getting banned from ever crossing onto Zetatech premises.”

With a sigh, he finally pushed himself out of the chair and stood up, walking around the desk to lean against the front of it, hands in his pocket as you maintained your spot without moving. Dressed in a well-tailored, dark blue suit, his Rolex glinted as it peeked out from his wrist. His hair was slicked back nicely, dark strands perfectly in place as he stared down at you, a golden chain just visible from under his collar. Expensive style for an expensive man. You expected nothing less of Jung Jaehyun.

“What do you want?” you asked coldly.

“‘Hello, Jaehyun. Nice to see you, too. How’s your family doing? Really good, thanks for asking’,” he replied, mimicking your voice. “Anyone ever teach you manners? No wonder you’re still single, you don’t even know how to greet people.”

“Are you done bitching?”

“See, this is exactly what I mean.”

Sighing, you bit your tongue from making a comment on his own lack of dignity and moved away from him to go behind your desk, hands reaching for the folders to organize the mess of papers that seemed to have increased since the last time you’d cleaned everything.

“You should really keep your desk organized,” Jaehyun said. “Can’t go around leaving corporate secrets everywhere.”

“You’re starting to sound like my mother,” you muttered.

“At least mine cared,” he shot back.

“Oh, fuck off, you bag of shit.”

— nct dream, shotaro, and sungchan reaction to s/o asking for a kiss in public.

︱non-idol au.

[✿] — MARK.

his movements halt for a moment as he turns to look at you with a ‘right now?’ expression.

only after getting some sort of confirmation from you, his eyes move around to make sure people aren’t looking and leaning to press a kiss on your cheek.

chuckles when you ask for one on the lips.

‘aren’t you being a little greedy?’ he says but still leans in, smiling into the kiss.

[✿] — RENJUN.

says ‘no.’ multiple times just to mess with you; his voice ranging from being firm to a sing-song.

only when you’ve given up and you’re like ‘fine then’ he suddenly grabs your face in both hands, pressing a firm, lingering kiss on your lips.

‘happy?’ he says after pulling away, playfully flicking your nose with his finger.

[✿] — JENO.

responds almost immediately with a simple peck on your lips.

one peck turns into two into three and more before he eventually pulls you into the nearest less crowded and more private space for proper kisses.

[✿] — HAECHAN.

takes this as an opportunity to tease you.

leaning in and stopping when your lips are just a few inches apart and pulling away before your lips touch, with a little smirk.

“we’re in a grocery store, y/n, there are children present.”

[✿] — JAEMIN.

looks at you with that little half-smile, his gaze lingering on your lips, “nope.”

relents only when you don’t stop asking.

tries to stop with just a few pecks but can’t help himself from wanting more kisses.

internally reminds himself he’s in public before abruptly pulling away, “see, this is why i said no,”

[✿] — CHENLE.

immediately goes “sounds good,” and presses a kiss on your lips.

pulls away just a little and asks with a beaming smile, “more?”

leans in and presses more kisses before you can even reply. playful laughs in between kisses, neither wanting to stop but eventually you have to be the one that pulls away, reminding him that you’re still in public.

[✿] — JISUNG.

stops functioning for a moment.

“you mean, now?”

you think he’s not that up for it so you tell him that it’s okay and to forget about it as you continue walking.

but grabs your arm, stopping you from taking another step. looks around a bit before leaning to kiss you.

a blushing, smiling mess as he pulls away.

[✿] — SHOTARO.

smiles at you, thinking how cute it is that you’re asking.

takes your hand and squeezes it before pulling you closer, “now?”

doesn’t even wait for your reply, already leaning in for a brief but lingering kiss.

[✿] — SUNGCHAN.

“there are people around though,” he says.

when you tell him that’s fine, we don’t have to if you don’t want to, he puts his hands on your shoulders to prevent you from walking past him.

tilts your chin with his finger before pressing a gentle but firm kiss.

“who said i didn’t want to, hm?”

[✿] — MASTERLIST.

"Are you ok with writing caregiver/soft domestic dommt kind of stuff?

i am~"

CAN YOU PLEASE WRITE ABT TAEYONG I LOVE U

he takes the crown for best soft!dom/caregiver. he’s the master of praise and comfort, you’ll never find someone you feel safer or more content with than lee taeyong.

his favorite form of non-sexual care is skincare. he loves just propping his sub up on the counter in the bathroom, and tenderly running through his and your routine. carefully painting your face in the oils and creams, gently washing away makeup and the day’s filth build up and enjoying your soft skin and sweet eyes watching his so intently.

taeyong speaks so softly with his sub, even during sex he’s not nearly a loud person; he may speak firmly, but he doesn’t shout. his soft, gentle voice whispering praises and encouragements; giving you a calm, almost serene atmosphere that completely counters the loud bustling rush of the outside world. barely reaching above a whisper at any time, “ah, my baby~you did so well today, you worked so hard. my poor, tired baby. it’s okay, you’re okay now, i’ll take care of you~”

taeyong is essentially a diary; he listens to your burdens so intently, letting you know he has your full attention and know he would never judge or fault you for any mishap or feeling you share with him—you’re safe with him, he would never misplace your trust in him. if you just need a shoulder to cry on, he provides that. if you’re looking for a solution, taeyong listens well and offers his advice as best as he can to help alleviate whatever troubles you’re having. you know you always have someone to help you, never having to shoulder your troubles by yourself.

so many art projects. taeyong buys an insane amount of coloring books and a variety of markers, pens and crayons. little paint by number sets. sometimes even buying cheap white shoes for you two to make your own through designs. he carries a bunch of your drawings with him in his wallet, others strung about on his walls; your larger projects adorn his shelves—he signs praises like he’s in the studio, cooing over designs and your color choices, thanking you honestly when you present him with your ‘gifts’.

he holds you all the time, like all. the. time. taeyong’s arms, his hugs are such a form of comfort. he holds you so close, a gentle hand at the back of your head guides you to lay your head against his chest, the soft thump thump thump of his heartbeat soothing you, forcing you to focusing on the tempo and find yourself calming with it. taeyong’s arms are so protective, he holds you tightly like he’s trying to defend you from the world, protecting you from the hardships and bad times that exist outside your front door. threading his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp, lulling you to melt in his arms.

taeyong spoils you with plushies, nearly always returning home when he’s away on tours or travels with whatever ‘staple’ animal/mascot of the place in plushie form. he likes you having something to hold and remind you of him and his comfort even if he’s not able to physically be with you at any given moment—though, he definitely tries.

your physical health and mental health are equally important, neither would be neglected under taeyong’s care. he takes it upon himself to use his skills in the kitchen to make healthy, filling breakfasts, and other meals during the day if he’s able; otherwise he makes sure you have food packed for school/work, or he’ll make sure to have a delivery set up—your body uses energy, and needs food to make that energy, taeyong won’t let you skip out on meals. neither will he let you miss medications; should you take any, taeyong takes careful care to plan out a schedule for when you take your medicines, often messaging you to remind you again, or to make sure you’d done so, and then sending praises after praises for taking care of yourself so well.

taeyong as a soft!dom/caregiver is the epitome of comfort and uncontrollable love and affection. the human embodiment of a warm hug.

Are the short scenarios still open? If so could i get Mark 46. please. (Btw i love your writing! I got a Tumblr account just to ask this question. 😹)

that is crazy!!! i feel so honoured🥰🥰

46: “I love it when she falls asleep on me.”

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Mark🦁 - help ??

You laughed as you looked at your phone, walking up to the girls’ nursery and opened the door suspiciously, thinking you’d find two hyper-active, 1-year-old girls running around, but instead: peace.

“Mark?” you asked, finally looking to the rocking chair in the corner of the room where Mark sat, both the twins sound asleep (as you knew from their little snores) on his arms. There was a blanket spread over the three of them, and you could see that Mark had his phone in one hand.

Mark smiled, “I need assistance.”

You giggled slightly, walking over and lifting Mia out of her Dad’s hold, continuing to bounce her gently and rub her back until she had fallen back asleep, no longer unhappy about not being in her dad’s arms.

“I love it when she falls asleep on me,” Mark sighed, “but having both? It’s a bit much. I’m not that strong.”

You chuckled, stroking Mark’s hair, “it’s alright. No one said you had to do it by yourself.”

Mark nodded sadly, standing up and rocking Daisy gently until her whimpering stopped, “I know.”

Your husband was wearing one of his signature outfits; basketball shorts and a college hoodie. His round glasses were over his eyes and his light brown hair was messy atop his head. The wooden foundations of the nursery creaked slightly under both of your feet, making the two of you grimace at every sound.

Mark slowly laid Daisy in her cot, watching intently as you laid Mia into hers, before he reached up and turned on their shared mobile. The quiet lullaby played out, the plastic butterflies turning in circles to capture their imaginations if they did wake again.

“Goodnight, my loves,” Mark whispered, peering into both of their cots again.

“They’re not going anywhere, Mark,” you said in amusement as you watched Mark check the baby monitor again.

“I know,” he said defensively, “just double checking.”

“You pray for them twice a day, everyday. I think they’ve got hope,” you smiled, kissing Mark’s cheek as he laid lazy hands on your waist, “come on, it’s late. Let’s go to bed.”