this is what I get out of reading
There are two fics I always go back to when I'm overwhelmed with sad feelings (which used to happen a lot more frequently but has in the past few months, fortunately, occurred only about once a month because, yes, hormones).
I have read many, many fics in many, many fandoms, but the two I always go back to are, I think, incredibly similar in a number of respects, chiefly among them the fact that they both reveal an embarrassing amount about my id - my emotional needs and vulnerabilities, in particular.
They are both under 1000 words. They are both KiHae. One is movie!verse; one is canon. One is written by someone else; one is written by me.
Why I think these fics stay with me so long is that they both manage to tell an entire story exactly the way I want, from title to single memorable line. They're not fun stories. They're not ones I choose to reread in my spare time. This isn't even a fandom that I choose to reread fics in anymore. It might not even be about the characters anymore; it's the pure emotional impact that draws me back to them when certain feelings tug at me inside, restless, looking for the words and the story that resonates with them.
This is one and this is the other.
I have read many, many fics in many, many fandoms, but the two I always go back to are, I think, incredibly similar in a number of respects, chiefly among them the fact that they both reveal an embarrassing amount about my id - my emotional needs and vulnerabilities, in particular.
They are both under 1000 words. They are both KiHae. One is movie!verse; one is canon. One is written by someone else; one is written by me.
Why I think these fics stay with me so long is that they both manage to tell an entire story exactly the way I want, from title to single memorable line. They're not fun stories. They're not ones I choose to reread in my spare time. This isn't even a fandom that I choose to reread fics in anymore. It might not even be about the characters anymore; it's the pure emotional impact that draws me back to them when certain feelings tug at me inside, restless, looking for the words and the story that resonates with them.
This is one and this is the other.