strawberryhwa-writes

[strawberryhwa-writes]

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imagine tangling you cold feet around hongjoong’s warm ones underneath the blankets, giggling as you cuddle into him, the air faintly lingering a woody scent, as the sun slowly creeps up, peeking curiously between the mountains.

he shrieks at the sudden feeling of your feet, the next second breaking into a fit of giggles. as the laughter died down, with your head on a pillow, you stared intently at hongjoong in close proximity, studying his gleaming eyes which fondly responds to you as he blinks.

the words i love you are not to be said, but rather, understood by each other on bed as the morning awakens.

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!! please notify me if anyone else identifies my work on other sites, this is my only blog / writing account! thank you op for creating this list and bringing this into light onto the atiny writing community

I do not give permission to anyone to translate or even worse- repost my work on another site and claim it as their own. My first language is Chinese and I am happy to provide translations in Chinese here on my blog, but it’s unfortunate people decide it’s a good idea to do whatever they want with others’ works :(

Hello please read this if you write fiction on here, as an author, I advice every author here on tumblr (at least for now) to clearly write on their posts that their works shall not be reposted or translated. I have for the longest times argued with people who take works and translate them onto another website and on the daily I see so many Atiny writers on that website who probably don’t even know it’s happening. I’ve talked to people running the website but they state they give “credits” aka them just writing “cr. Username” not even saying which website, url or so on... this makes me mad as fuck so just letting y’all know... we deserve the nice feedback under the comment section of that website, and translating is not the same effort as creating the whole fic IMO.

some of the authors that I’ve seen on the website that should (if you want to) make a clarifier that their work is not to be translated / reposted.

@ateezmakemeweep

@atozfic

@midnightseonghwa

@moonyfics

@strawberryhwa-writes

@hyunloop

@ateez-luv

@kpopclubie

@barsformars

@bobateastay

@bm-gyu

@3raaaachachacha

@yguchi ?

@cisn6s

@temak-i

@mattsuweb

@sage-brownie

@naekkumi

@latte-fairytaekwoon

@kpopkitty01

@cocobeanncteez

Edit: more authors found

@treasure-hwa

@hwa-berry

@wonderlandless

@lovesanmotion

@mydayserenade

@sanvoir

@hongjoongsnudes

@atinynet

@kunlatte

@if4hwaaa

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[ 9:22pm ]

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“kang yeosang! you’re a liar!” you yelled at the male aggressively, who perked his head up from his laptop from the sound of his name.

he stared at you, blinking, with furrowed brows, “what are you talking about?” there was a hint of caution in his voice, as though you were about to reveal some big secret he tried to keep away from you.

“wooyoung snitched and told me you ate my cookies!” you said accusingly, your pout quickly turning into a mischievous smile, “so in return, i’ll take a kiss as your payment.” pecking him on the lips, you playfully giggled as you pulled him in for a hug.

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PLS the fact that my [11:11am] timestamp about san has 111 notes, angel numbers amirite. was going to reblog it to mention this until i realised it won’t be 111 anymore-

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christmas shopping

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“wooyoung, we’re only in mid november and we’re already going christmas shopping? isn’t it a little too early?” you asked him, walking down a shopping mall hand in hand, as wooyoung curiously peers at what each store has.

“but yeonjun’s always so picky with gifts! plus, there’s so many people i have to gift this year, so i want to get started early!” wooyoung exclaimed loudly, receiving a few stares from the passersby.

you nodded in exchange, quietly reminding yourself to purchase the hoodie for wooyoung as a christmas gift as you noticed him eyeing it eagerly through the glass at the mall several days ago. absentmindedly, you said, “okay, whatever you say.”

he cheered victoriously, pulling you into a shop with his warm hand.

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imagine holding seonghwa’s warm hands in his pocket during the cold winter as the two of you trek across the snowy ground.

a strong gust of wind harshly blows towards your faces, squinting your eyes, you feel him gripping your hand tighter, as though it’s a reminder that he’s still here.

further down the road, he laughs as you mumble about how he’s your personal human heater and you love him with all your heart. he’s all you can ask for.

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incoming ateez writing content. i miss reading for them :') i finally found blogs that write sfw so :')

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[ 12:31am ]

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“did you get into a fight again?” you sighed at the sight of bad boy! san’s battered face, with a black eye and scratches on his cheeks and lips.

he responded with a nod, with no words shared. he remained quiet, staring at his bruised fingers.

“here, let me patch you up,” you quietly offered, shuffling closer to him to take examine his wounds.

moments later, san hissed at the stinging touch of the alcohol as you cleaned his wounds. rolling your eyes, you reprimanded, “this is what you get for being reckless.”

he pouted in return, voice carrying a hint of childishness, “you forgot to kiss it better!”

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[ 11:09pm ]

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you phoned wooyoung today, sobbing desperately as he rushed through the door of your apartment.

you fell into his embrace, with tears stained cheeks because it hurts. your heart clenches and your throat is so tight it feels like you can’t breathe. but he’s so warm, contrasting with the cold harsh rains outside the window. in silence, he rubbed your back, as the rain continue to fall.

pitter patter, pitter patter.

today, it was once again a reminder that he will always be here for you.

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[ 3:29pm ]

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“seonghwa! catch me if you can!” you waved at him in a fit of giggles, waist deep into the sea as you continued to paddle out. the sun was shining down and the beach was bustling with people. in the midst of the crowd, you spot seonghwa running towards you, with a smile on his face.

it was a beach date.

suddenly losing seonghwa from your line of sight, you searched for him in the crowd once again, only to notice hands grabbing your hips.

shrieking, you jumped up and yelled exasperatedly, “seonghwa! you scared me!”

out of the water, he bursted into a fit of giggles, combing his wet hair backwards. “i win.”

“that doesn’t count!”

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[ 7:34am ]

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the strong wind and harsh pitter patter of the rain outside woke you and hongjoong up. hearing him toss and turn in bed next to you, you yawned, “it’s too early.”

cuddling closer to you, with legs tangled, he mumbled sleepily, “let’s get some more sleep.” he was warm, his hair sending a waft of lavender.

you smiled at the sight of him, eyes shut in tranquil. poking his nose, he scrunched his face up in response, mumbling, “go to sleep! didn’t you say it was way too early?”

“you’re cute though,” you replied cheekily, smiling at him as he opened his eyes and responded with a shy smile. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

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wicked.

[ college au! ] unrequited love! wooyoung x reader (angst)

sypnosis: there were three words you didn't like hearing from jung wooyoung but he had to say it to you every single night.

warnings: implied fwb relationship

word count: 698

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love is wicked. wicked when it convinces you to love the goodness of a man who will never love you. blinding you from getting frustrated at his sweet hollow words. in the end you were never meant to be. a fling, he said months ago which became something more, but something less than love.

you hear a knock from the door at the middle of a quiet night. 5am, the digital clock reminded you, as you dragged your asleep feet to the awaiting door. heart pounding, you twisted the knob open, seeing an exhausted figure, wooyoung in the door.

it was always like this. “what’s wrong?” you asked, knowing deeply the predictable answer. he stumbled, mumbling in audibly in response, tipsy and reeked of alcohol (probably from yet another party he attended), he fell right into your embrace.

warmth. “let me crash at your apartment today.” he added, the words hinted something else. but he was jung wooyoung, how could you deny him?

as every other day, you whispered, “okay.” because of the fluttering in your stomach every time he relies on you. but deep inside, buried by countless lies, you were well aware he would never return these feelings.

you still remembered the first time you met him in college. he had an energy which drew people into him, it was hypnotic. swarmed by a group of students, the loud chatter echoed around the room. his dark hair messily styled into a middle part, eyes gleaming as he laughed with the others. gaze trailing towards you, he tilted his head before saying ecstatically, “are you in this class too? never seen you before, my name’s wooyoung.”

giving him a shy smile, you waved at him, “(y/n), nice to meet you too.”

then at a party the next day, everything went by as a blur until the very moment he kissed you.

when he leaned in for a kiss, it was a dance between lips on lips, soft and slow like rumba, with a tiny spark tingling the fingertips which graze him ever so slightly.

breaking off the kiss, wooyoung cradled your face (almost lovingly), his lips curved into a tiny smile, “i love you.”

"i love you too."

-

it's always the night, which lured in feelings. complicated and unwanted feelings, like tonight. you let him fall into your embrace, his warmth almost scorching your skin.

it hurts. he mumbled incoherently, but he always said the same three words in your arms at night.

as always, you replied, “i love you too.” it hurt. it hurt because you knew those three letters he utters everyday never mattered. when the night slips away and the sun yawns, awake from slumber, he slips away between your finger tips. those three words remain as a forgotten promise as his lips dances on another's the next day.

he was never yours in the first place.

you still remembered the first time he opened up on his reasons. “i’ve never really shared a healthy relationship with family and friends. people were always looking for something from me. sex, platonic love, you name it, but they never reciprocated it.”

he continued, voice faltering as the corners of his eyes brimmed with tears. “i’m really sorry, (y/n). i know i've messed up, and our relationship isn't healthy. i love you, but i can’t seem to break this cycle.” wooyoung said frustratedly, burying his head into his hands.

those three words again.

you softly rubbed his shoulder, “we can walk through it together slowly.”

but how wrong you were, to ever believe he would change. perhaps his ideas were love were skewed in the first place, or he was double faced and sought out for comfort selfishly, not being able to reciprocate it. maybe it was a little bit of both.

you were caught in the net too, unable to cut him off.

it hurts.

it still does.

caught in a loop of wicked love, even though both of you were not willing to escape, or let go, because of the three words the both said to one another months ago.

“i love you.”

you despised it with your heart. love is truly wicked.

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[ 11:59pm ]

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“happy birthday yeosang!!” you cheered as you ran into your shared bedroom with yeosang, ambushing him from behind, as you bring him into a tight hug.

he rolled his eyes but his lips curled into a smile. “thanks, but you’re one minute early,” he teases.

“early is better than late, am i right? do you want me to remind you that one year how wooyoung texted you happy birthday a week after your birthday?”

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[ 10:12pm ]

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“i want to give up.” you said as you cried in san’s arms. “i’m so tired with dealing with everything. please tell me it’ll be okay even when things aren’t.”

he hugged your body tightly, he was warm. you were soaked from head to toe, moments ago running in the rain to seek shelter from troubling matters at home which pounced on you with it’s sinister claws the moment you let your guard down. you knocked desperately on san’s door and here you were.

alive and breathing.

“it’s okay, let’s dry you up first, alright?” san mumbled softly into your neck. “you can wear my favourite shirt and we can stay up to watch your favourite movies.”

“okay,” you sniffed, a warm incomprehensible feeling swelling up in your heart. deep inside knowing that you’d be happy to be his shelter if he needed it as well.

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Hello! can I request Seonghwa joining you for ab workout! Love your work ♥

tysm for requesting! sorry it took a while for me to finish :’) been stressed out with work aaa

seonghwa joining you for an ab workout!

because of covid, you’ve been working out more at home in your shared apartment with seonghwa

one day he sees you doing your ab workout

(and finding you so god damn attractive in your workout outfit)

“hey, can i join you?”

“of course, hwa!”

during the ab workout, he’s 10/10 encouraging

“baby, you can do this!!” (whilst you’re struggling-)

will totally encourage you by teasing you, “i’ll give you a kiss if you can hold your plank for one minute,”

as he whispers to your ears

sometimes, he’ll chat with you, his voice jagged

while trying to catch his breath because he’s also doing his exercises to strengthen his core

it’s very difficult to not get distracted by seonghwa working out-

(and he knows, so he smirks in return every time you gawk at him)

the final kill is when he collapses onto the ground, laughing at how tired he is

and so you give him a kiss on the cheek

(which he returns a forehead kiss by cupping your face)

“that was fun, let’s do it again!” he said

so from an one time thing, it became a routine for you guys to workout together

helps you massage your sore muscles afterwards too

help he’s too sweet

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masterlist

“we’re fish fish like.”

guidelines before requesting

[ ? ] = asks

[ f ] = fluff

[ a ] = angst

[ ♡ ] = personal favourites

ateez

different types of video game players

ancient china! au - part 1, part 2

hongjoong

the producer and the listener [ f ] — coming soon!

[ 1:34am ]

[ 4:42am ]

seonghwa

joining you for an ab workout! [ ? + f ]

[ 10:26am ]

[ 7:18pm ] ♡

[ 8:26pm ]

yunho

[ 3:59am ]

[ 4:54pm ]

yeosang

[ 11:59pm ]

san

internet crush [ f ] — coming soon!

[ 11:11am ] ♡

[ 6:43pm ]

[ 10:12pm ]

[ 12:44am ] ♡

mingi

[ 7:01pm ]

wooyoung

wicked [ a ]

[ 9:16am ]

[ 11:09pm ] ♡

jongho

nothing yet <3

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[ 1:34am ]

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“hongjoong...” you whispered, eyes casted downwards as you shift uncomfortably on the sofa. “there’s something i need to tell you.”

“baby, what’s wrong?” his eyes filled with a mix of concern and a hint of anxiety. he held both of your hands in his, rubbing them to provide as much comfort as possible.

for the first time in a very long time, in front of hongjoong, you felt like you were walking on eggshells. so you took a deep breath and began recounting the days when you had first exploring your sexuality (and/or) gender identity.

the fear of judgement. the fear of being misunderstood and alienated. you told him everything.

“it’s okay, baby,” he whispered, pulling you into a tight, comforting hug as he kissed your cheek softly, “i love you no matter how you identify yourself, or if you decide not to label yourself.”

“happy pride month, (y/n).”

a/n: i tried not to specify / mentioning anything specific so everyone from the lgbt community feels included !!