#but lmk if i should change anything and no pressure if you don't want to respond!! :D

[miengsol]

he's putting a tab in eshu's name here ( ft. @temporalobjects )

“At this rate, I’m going to have to start charging you for staying over.” Nevertheless, he steps aside, letting Eshu into the apartment. Today is Calum’s day off and Sol’s at daycare- how else is he supposed to pass the time aside from baking? “...Don’t you have papers to grade?”

[sykestarot]

what is your destiny?

1-2-3 (left to right)

I DO NOT OWN THESE IMAGES

Hi everyone, welcome to this weeks reading! I was called to do a destiny reading this week! Lmk if it resonates! Also I wanna credit the artist for these pictures that I used! They are Gawki here on tumblr and Instagram I just really loved the style of these unicorns. Anyways enjoy and thanks for stopping by!

Pile 1

"force my eyes into the pictures" (6 of swords; 4 of wands (rx); ace of pentacles; 7 of cups (rx); 8 of pentacles; The Hermit) Hi pile 1! I hope you guys are doing well! For you guys I see that you have a hard time either accepting your destiny or you don’t believe that destiny is at play. In terms of you believing that you make everything happen in your life. However I see that you’ve been trying to start new journeys for yourself and they haven’t exactly been panning out or been as lucrative as you thought they would be. That’s because your destiny in this lifetime is to learn flow and let things come to you. For example maybe you really wanted a promotion and you worked extra hard all of the time for it but someone else got the promotion you wanted without even trying because they were in a state of receiving. I’m not sure if this is making sense because the universe doesn’t not want you to work hard, it’s more like take a break and see what comes to you during that break. If you are constantly manifesting then there is no room to reap the benefits of your manifestations. I hope that makes sense, however in this reading I do feel underlying notes of you feeling like you're destined to be married to your work and be alone romantically, maybe even in terms of friends. This is another example of you not having space for other people because you put your work so far ahead of everything else including yourself. Are you a Capricorn? LOL. But I feel like you’ve lived many lives like this so in this life it’s time to put less value on monetary possessions and material things. Nurture your emotional self and you will be paid back more than you could ever imagine. Stop fighting against the grain and go with it. Work with the universe and yourself, not just the societal norms that you think you should be doing. I see you have a beautiful big house but it’s empty and you don't feel fulfilled because you don’t have anyone to enjoy it with you know? I believe in you though Pile 1! You can totally do it! Signs: youthful; cars; f1; soft grass; ponies; daisies; cameras; photography; 777; calabasas; office building; new york flat; city lights; bustling streets

Pile 2

"is it wrong of me to want this?" (queen of pentacles; ace of pentacles; 2 of swords; 10 of wands (rx); two of cups; 9 of wands (rx)) Hello pile 2!! Your energy is so fun and fresh. I’ve been cheesing the whole time I was channeling. Anyways about your destiny, did you just meet a romantic prospect recently? Or maybe you have a new coworker or friend in your circle?? I know you can feel the tension between the two of you. This is a heavily destined connection for you in this life, I feel like you and this have felt each other's energy for a long time but now you are in physical proximity to each other and you can just cut the tension with a knife. Now I don’t want you to feel any type of pressure to feel you have to be with this person in case you or them aren’t ready for anything but you guys are meant to cross paths now for a reason. There’s not much I can say on the way the relationship will play out and be in the future for you but I can say that this person will teach you how to let down your walls and trust again. Maybe you’ve been alone for a long time, or had a really bad break up that changed how you function sexually, or emotionally. This person is here to show you a softness that you’ve forgotten. I also feel like this person wants to worship the ground you walk on because they just can sense the divine energy you carry. I also feel the need to tell you that you do deserve a person who worships all that you do because you have done so much work in this life, whether for yourself or for others. You deserve to be the center of someone else’s universe just like how you make other people the center of yours. Also I do feel like this person watches you on social media and just adores everything that you do. I’m not getting creepy energy and this definitely feels reciprocal for both of you. This person wants to give you the world on a silver platter. They also want you to be able to feel safe enough to be vulnerable and they will go at your pace and match you where you are. They feel that you’ve been hurt before and just want to kiss it better. But also they wanna do so many 18+ things with you. Like genuinely they find you to be irresistible, but I feel like they just love everything you do pile 2! Signs: red energy; sexual tension; love; musical theater; red lipstick; opera; singers?; dark rooms; red wine; femme fatale; high heels; soft touches; stolen glances

Pile 3

"ooh i care i care i care" (2 of swords (rx); king of cups (rx); 7 of wands; 8 of wands; ace of swords (rx); Death (rx)) Hi Pile 3! So this one’s a bit of a harder message so please take a moment before you read and check on yourself if you are ready to receive this message. No hard feelings if you can’t! Always put your mental health first. Now I’ll hop into the message at hand. I see for you guys your destiny is to accept the changes in your life. However I see that for most of the changes in your life you have refused to accept them and then blamed the universe for hating you. You actively choose not to change and wonder why there is no growth in your life. I feel like you are tired of how monotonous your life is but you choose to not add any color to it. I can feel your want to go and change things but you are frozen in fear of change for whatever reason. Change overall is a very scary prospect, especially if you are most comfortable in patterns and are very direct in the way that you function. However I feel you guys being frustrated and feeling like everyone else is getting things that you wanted or that they are ahead of you in life, but instead of making an active change in your life you sit and throw yourself a pity party. Then instead of taking the blame and accepting the fact that you aren’t trying to reach your goals you blame the universe, and it’s just a very vicious cycle. I think there’s a small part of you that acknowledges it but not enough to work on the shadow. I think all in all your destiny is to face the change, want the change, and make the change. I feel you want to do all these things, it’s in your soul. Facing a rebirth of the self is always challenging and scary. If you feel like the change will make you lose yourself, maybe that’s exactly what you need? I also want to stress that if you’re not ready for something then it won’t happen, but if the universe decides you are it will be much harder of a rebirth than if you chose it for yourself. I feel that you have lots to think about in terms of how to rebirth yourself. I also feel like you overextend too much for people who don’t care about you in the same way. For this pile I feel like the destined path is to choose to grow out of a place you have been in too long. Such as a friend group, small town, relationship, or family. I believe in you pile 3, change is scary but you have so much time to truly bloom, let yourself have that. Signs: purple; snakes; ribbons; coquette fashion; ocean breeze; violin; pink; smiles; meadows; bunnies; ethereal vibes; angels; church; small town; trailers; dirt roads

[minnlahzz]

onyx, spinel x an anxious reader

requested

first req in the big october, sorry for disappearing. i relied heavily on the wikipedia and summarised videos as its hard to catch up with the anime as of now. i had no idea putting the familiarity part, so i just did the anxious/reader with anxiety one. lmk if you want me to change this. sorry if it's short!!

— NOTE : LOWERCASE INTENDED

— ONYX

onyx never really realised until you told him, but he gets it no pressure, he's not a softie for you though, it's not because he doesn't want to its that he doesn't know how to comfort you during your panics. he'll pat you on the back and say small affirmations, "it's gonna be okay.", "im here for you," "things will get better." and he feels bad for not being able to show that they care.

he's very attentive to what you need, tissues? he's got it, sweets? stole it from sango. you get restless easily so he thinks this can be a way of him showing he cares, and onyx likes doing something knowing you'll be happy after he's done.

there are times you're too overwhelmed to say anything, so he's the one speaking for you. he knows majority of what you want to say most of times, and when he messes up a word– he apologises immediately.

onyx observes you and reminds you to stop picking on your skin or nails, but he doesn't do it like a normal person, he sounds like a mom scolding their son. "hey, stop that."

other than being attentive, he's pretty protective aswell. onyx hates his enemies and those who make fun of you are one of them, he'll get garganacle to fight them off.

he tries his best to help you, but there are some parts he could improve. just know onyx is trying his best, and that the people at the hq aren't really that helpful...

— SPINEL

spinel figured out on his own, and with some research on your condition (although im sure he already knew alot about your condition), what he should be watching out for, etc.

he does these speech practices with you, so that you are able to speak with people more, and help you remove the nervousness when speaking to a larger group. he's patient with you, and always criticises you afterwards telling you what's wrong and what you need to improve.

he'd pat you on the back after these practices, and then show you the clipboard he's been holding to take note. adds those inspirational quotes by famous people at the bottom to encourage you.

spinel also speaks for you when you're not able to or too overwhelmed to say anything, or he just shoo's the person entirely so that you have space. don't worry, if he's not there then umbreon/blacky is the support.

spinel definitely pushes you out of your comfort zone, not to the point of a break out, but encouraging you to socialize with his co-workers. he let's you talk to his pokemon, it gives him less to worry about and helps you calm down.

when you're having your breakdowns/panic attacks he's got your back, spinels affirmations are strange, yet are comforting at best, and if he's not there he's trained pokemon/your pokemon on what to do and what not to do.

overall very supportive, and very loving.

[dancinglikepirateking]

It Won't Always Be Like This

Prompt: Not all promises are meant to be kept, not all forevers are meant, and he learned it the hard way. They shared a dream once, but not all dreams are meant to be fulfilled, no matter how hard you try.

General tags: multi chapter fic, hurt (maybe with or without comfort idk<3), nightmares, depression, idol au, ateez pre debut<3, yungi

CHAPTER 2

Chapter tags: none but lmk if i should tag anything

Word count: 5.1k

*

“Why did you choose to spend time with me out of everyone? It’s always been like this… You could’ve been with the others right now.” is what Mingi asked while he was laying on the grass looking at the night sky, Yunho sitting next to him, resting his arms on his knees and admiring the stars that were shining brightly. The grass was still wet from the rain that happened not too long ago and both of them knew that their clothes were dirty with mud, but neither of them cared. The air was so clear and refreshing and the grass tickling Mingi’s exposed arms were feeling extremely liberating.

Yunho turned his face to look at his friend, eventually turning his entire body and sitting crisscross next to him, scanning Mingi’s face and giving him a gentle smile. Mingi noticed as his features softened and how his eyes had a tinge of sadness that seemed to say something along the lines of ‘why would you even ask that?’.

“It was never a choice to begin with, you were just brought into my life and I couldn’t be more thankful for it, and it’s been this way ever since we met. I will always choose you over anyone else, Mingi.” is Yunho’s reply as he rips a fistful of grass-blades and throws it on Mingi’s chest, making them both laugh awkwardly. Mingi felt as his heart swelled from happiness.

*

The walk to the convenience store was silent. Mingi couldn't tell if either of them didn't talk because they had nothing to say or because Yunho was still somewhat upset, but he was too out of it to force himself to get any words out. It wasn't awkward by any means, but this time it just felt a bit more tense than usual, like he was caught doing something he shouldn’t have and was waiting to be scolded for it. It was a heavy and comfortable silence.

The convenience store was empty enough for them to eat inside of it, so after the two of them picked their items and paid for them, they sat at one of the tables and started eating, Yunho monitoring his friend’s every move.

“Can I ask you something? You don't have to answer if you don't feel like it.” says Yunho, being the first to break the silence, being already done with most of his food, still having saved a small amount of it to eat at the same time with his friend. Mingi stops mid bite of his kimbap, continuing his bite of food after swallowing the lump in his throat and chewing the food while nodding his head.

“Do you still want to debut?” asks Yunho seriously, now distracting himself with the wrapper of the plastic straw that was in his cup of juice half empty, avoiding making any eye contact with his friend, his gaze alone giving Yunho the answer before Mingi could begin to put it into words. “Because I feel like you are a bit off about the whole thing. And I don’t want you to feel pressured at any point. Is this still something you want to do?” Yunho continues, in a way adding salt to the wound, the wound in question being the truth Mingi was hiding from him.

Mingi feared this question. So much and for no reason. He himself wasn't completely certain of what he wanted. All he knew was that he wanted to be with Yunho, since being around him was the only time he was really happy. And while Mingi enjoyed dancing and singing with his friend, it didn't feel the same when Yunho wasn’t around. It didn’t feel the same as it did before, something changed. He started feeling a sort pressure that was weighing him. And seeing his friend be happy and succeed while he was stuck in his head made him feel like he was dragging his friend down.

“Of course I do!” he lied. As always he lied. Because disappointing the person he looked up to the most was more heartbreaking to him than lying to him. Mingi puts down the kimbap and continues chewing slowly after taking another bite.

“Have you written anything as of late?” asks Yunho after what seemed to Mingi to be a long break. Seeming as if Yunho had to take in Mingi's lie and dissect it, think about it more, giving possible reasons as to why his best friend would so insistently lie to him. Yunho knows how much writing means to Mingi, and he has always believed that once Mingi stopped writing, the dream would be dead. Such a simple and innocent question, but it held so much meaning, and Mingi knew what Yunho was after.

“I have.” and he was telling the truth. However the lyrics he wrote down weren't exactly some that would ease Yunho's mind in any way.

Upon Mingi’s reply Yunho raised his head and finally made eye contact with his friend. His eyes were full of hope, almost shining, and that alone gave Mingi the strength to at least pretend for some more, to force himself for a while longer.

“That's great to hear! Are you gonna perform it at the audition?” was Yunho's next question. Mingi takes another bite of his kimbap, stalling the conversation. “I'm considering it.” he replies, mindlessly chewing.

“You would tell me if you had any doubts about continuing with becoming a trainee, right?” asks Yunho as he opens the bag of chips, patiently waiting for his friend to eat as well. Yunho never minded waiting for his friend to eat at his own pace, which is one of the many things that Mingi found so comforting about Yunho. How observant and considerate he was. He did so much without ever being asked to and without asking for anything in return.

“Of course.” another lie escaped Mingi’s mouth. Nothing would get in the way of Yunho’s happiness, not even Mingi himself. Mingi takes a sip of his drink and a big bite of his food.

“Wanna sleep over? My parents are gone for the week and we could practice the songs for the audition. And leaving you alone right now isn’t something I want to do, if I’m being honest.” says Yunho, giving Mingi a look full of concern, which made him feel so bad, so guilty, for making his friend worry and in a sense feel like he has to take care of him. Mingi feels like a burden. You are his best friend, you are not a burden is one of the things his brain snaps back at Mingi with, thoughts that he just brushes aside.

“Sure, that sounds fun. Let me just text my parents.” Mingi carefully places his kimbap on the table and takes out his phone, letting his parents know that he won’t be home tonight.

“Great!” says Yunho, giving his friend a bright smile which warms Mingi’s heart. “We can order takeout. And maybe you can show me what you started writing, if you’re down of course.” Mingi just smiles at his friend and nods, taking another bite of his food afterwards.

The rest of their stay in the convenience store was a bit more quiet, every once in a while talking about random things that happened throughout the week at school. The two of them went to different high schools, and Mingi would sometimes listen fascinated to the stories Yunho would tell him about the friends he made there, making it seem so easy to just fit in. By any means does this imply that Mingi was an outcast, but he didn’t manage to form any meaningful friendships other than the one he had with Yunho. Which is also why he valued the time he did manage to spend with him, however short it was. That was another reason why he followed Yunho everywhere whenever he had the chance, be it going to dance classes or auditions or just running different errands together. Yunho was worth anything and everything.

After taking his final bite of his food, Mingi crumples the wrapper and throws it in the nearest bin, his tongue itching to thank him for waiting for him so patiently and apologize to Yunho for taking so long with eating, but Yunho has insisted so many times that it’s no need to thank him nor apologize, since they were gonna spend time together anyway and he felt at ease making sure his friend ate, knowing how forgetful Mingi can get when it came to trivial things.

“Are you feeling any better?” asks Yunho while walking right next to Mingi, playing with the hem of his shirt mindlessly.

Mingi clears his throat, his voice having been unused for a while. “Yeah, I’m not lightheaded anymore, nothing to worry about.”

Mingi’s mind has been filled with names that Yunho has been saying, calling them his friends. San, Hongjoong-hyung. All people that Mingi has never met but has only heard good things about. People from the dance class that he never noticed, such as Yeosang. And there were so many people that Mingi had never heard about before, it felt like every time they hung out Yunho had someone new to talk about and Mingi couldn’t help but feel a tinge of unintentional jealousy. He always brushed it aside and called it selfishness on his part. All these people sounded like great people.

“I really think you’d get along well with San. Or even Yeosang! He was so concerned today after you passed out, he offered to help on multiple occasions, he really seemed worried. He even offered to call someone to pick us up but I insisted it wasn’t necessary.”

For some reason it didn’t quite register in Mingi’s head that everyone in the dance class saw him pass out, which brought some sort of embarrassment to his features. Everyone saw him be weak enough to faint during the class and become a nuisance, something that others could make fun of him for.

“Can we pretend this didn’t happen?” asked Mingi, not realizing he interrupted Yunho from talking. Yunho shut his mouth and immediately understood what his friend was talking about, the next few minutes of the walk being dead silent, Mingi giving himself a mental slap for making things awkward again.

“You are not weak for reaching your limits, Mingi. We are supposed to know our limits and work around and within them, this time you just overstepped them, and that’s fine. You didn’t inconvenience anyone, we were just worried. But if not mentioning this will make you feel at ease, then that’s fine as well. But needing help isn’t something you should feel bad to ask for, especially asking me for it.” says Yunho in a low voice, low enough so only Mingi can hear. Low enough so that maybe it will reach Mingi in a deeper way.

Mingi just nods and keeps his head down. There is something so embarrassing about being comforted and understood so wholeheartedly. He felt seen and exposed whenever Yunho said just the right things. Most of the time Mingi was left speechless at the way Yunho could understand him so well so quickly, when there were times when Mingi felt like he didn’t understand himself, let alone another person.

Mingi just let his head down, feeling in a way scolded, and continued the walk to Yunho’s house. Turned a left, and finally reached his house. His friend unlocks the front door and enters, Mingi following right behind, taking off his shoes quickly.

“Wanna play Mario Kart?” asks Yunho with a big smile on his face, lightly bumping his arm onto Mingi’s, which also makes Mingi smile. “Oh yeah, you are so gonna lose.” says Mingi, playing along and joining in on the playful atmosphere. Mingi pushes Yunho out of his way and runs to Yunho’s room. Yunho’s house feels so much like home to Mingi. Yunho is heard laughing as he is left behind and then heavy, quick footsteps are heard as Yunho follows right behind.

Once Mingi enters Yunho’s room, with his friend right behind Mingi is quick to set up the game for the two of them. Mingi sits on the ground, resting his back on Yunho’s bed, his friend mirroring his position, their upper arms touching. The familiar music of the game starts playing and they start setting up the course.

3…!

“Loser buys food?” asks Mingi, looking at Yunho with a playful smile.

…2…!

“Of course. No fainting this time.” replies Yunho, giving his friend a warning look. Mingi laughs.

…1…!

“I am not above using tricks and slightly cheating.” says Mingi and Yunho scoffs in reply, rolling his eyes playfully.

START!

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“WHAT THE FUCK WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?!” screams Mingi surprised as he is surpassed by Yunho at the last second, leaving Mingi a speechless loser.

“I am not above cheating and using tricks either.” says Yunho simply, winking, with a huge smile on his face.

Mingi’s mouth opens wide in shock, still processing the fact that he lost at the very last second. He playfully punches Yunho’s arm repeatedly, continuously saying things such as ‘How dare you! We need to play another round! You betrayed my moral loyalty! You will pay for this you fucker!’ which made Yunho laugh loudly, his cheeks hurting from the wide smile he had plastered on his face for so long.

Defeated, Mingi stops playfully abusing his friend and lays on Yunho’s bed, looking at the ceiling desperate. He is still in disbelief that he lost by seconds.

“How does fried chicken from our favorite place sound to you?” asks Yunho once he stands up, towering over Mingi. “Fine.” Mingi says and then stands up and pulls his phone from his back pocket, calling the number to the fried chicken place, still sulking over his loss which maintained Yunho’s big smile. In his eyes, Mingi was the cutest person at that moment.

“The food will get here in around 30 minutes. Which songs were you thinking of auditioning with?” asks Mingi as he throws the phone somewhere on Yunho’s bed and crosses his arms over his chest, looking at the TV screen where Yunho’s avatar was still jumping victorious while Mingi’s was celebrating with getting the 2nd place.

“I’m really stuck between these two songs, and I wanna improve my overall technique before the audition so I should master the song completely, you know?” Mingi nods and sits on the bed, slapping his hands on his thighs. “Let’s hear them then. I will pick for you.” Yunho nods and starts looking for the instrumental version of the songs.

“My main two options are Grenade by Bruno Mars and Let Me Love You by Mario. I managed to shorten the amount of options I had but I really can’t pick between these two.” is the last piece of information Yunho gives before the instrumental to Grenade is heard from Yunho’s phone. Yunho was holding the phone in front of him, looking at the lyrics, Mingi assumed.

As the song went on and Yunho sang his soul out, all Mingi could pay attention to was Yunho’s subtle facial expression changes: the way he would furrow his brows and squint his eyes when hitting a higher note, keeping the rhythm and the beat of the song with his foot so he wouldn’t sing too fast or slow.

Sometime during the middle of the song Mingi realized how enchanted he was by his friend’s singing, so much so that he wasn’t even hearing his voice anymore, he was just looking up at his friend and admiring his talent, his passion. How desire to succeed would flow through and out his body with everything he did. Everything Yunho touched suddenly had the potential of becoming greater.

Yunho was shining so brightly and even now, as he was standing two steps away from his friend, Mingi couldn’t help but feel like he’s light-years behind. Standing so close to Yunho was burning his skin and hurting his eyes, but the warmth Yunho offered, even though torturous in this moment especially, felt so good that Mingi couldn’t help but be selfish, indulge in this friendship a while longer, stick to him for a bit more time and maybe, just maybe, Yunho’s brightness would rub off on Mingi, even though Mingi knew that it could never be possible, and he would just extinguish Yunho’s flame while trying to protect and amplify it.

“How was it?” asks Yunho after clearing his throat, getting Mingi’s attention finally. Mingi closes his mouth that he realized was slightly hanging open and then opens it again to think of something to say, but no words would dare to leave his throat, as if stuck somewhere on their way. To be completely honest he didn’t pay as much attention as he should’ve but he heard snippets of it while he was getting too much in his head and then back to reality.

“Was it that bad?” is the next question Yunho asks, his voice heavily laced with anxiety. Mingi stands up offended, as if he himself got insulted. “What? Hell no!” says the words as if punched out of him, and takes a big step towards his friend, resting his hands on Yunho’s shoulders and looking for his eyes.

“It sounded so good, Yunho-ya! You improved so much in such a short amount of time, I am genuinely impressed, I was speechless. Your high notes are so stable and consistent and your facial expressions are so eye-catching, I was truly just mesmerized.” rambles Mingi while not breaking eye contact once, seeing as Yunho’s anxiety melted away with each word Mingi said, bringing a huge smile to Yunho’s face, which made Mingi’s heart skip a beat as he realized how silly he sounded.

Mingi has never been vocal about his high admiration for his friend and he felt so vulnerable and exposed in that moment that he felt like he was burning up. The words he just said were repeating continuously in his mind, making him more embarrassed by the second.

“Thank you so much Mingi, it means a lot coming from you. I really appreciate it.” Yunho replies, which makes some of Mingi’s embarrassment go away. Yunho pulls Mingi in a hug that the latter is quick to accept and reciprocate, squeezing Yunho quickly before backing away from the hug and sitting back down on the bed. “Come on, next song.” Yunho nods and looks for the instrumental.

Yunho starts with the ad-libs as soon as the instrumental starts playing and Mingi tries to be focused this time, really wanting to help his friend with constructive criticism and honest opinions, otherwise he was starting to feel like he was wasting his friend’s time, even though he just couldn’t help being distracted and mesmerized by Yunho’s pure talent. He embodied each song he sang, giving the lyrics and the way he interpreted a separate meaning, putting his own touch on it.

Up until the last minute and a half of the song Yunho didn’t get to showcase his vocal range, but as the ending approached, he was belting the higher notes and showcasing his vibrato quite well. Mingi looked at him as he reached a higher note and the corners of his mouth went up in a proud smile. Yunho did improve so much and Mingi didn’t even notice it until now.

As the song ends, Yunho closes his phone and shoves it in his back pocket, anxiously waiting for feedback, shuffling from one foot to another.

“Your voice is very stable and your vibrato has improved a lot since the last time you attempted it, but I worry that if you are to go with this song, the people at the audition might either see the potential behind it or simply turn you down. You do have very good control with both songs and it’s obvious you’ve been practicing like crazy, so I see why it’s so hard for you to decide on one.” Yunho nods along and lets a small smile slip on his lips, being proud of himself for earning Mingi’s praise like this.

“I think you can either decide based on a coin flip or we could get a drink and let our drunk selves decide!” suggests Mingi while standing up excited, as if he just had the most genius idea. Yunho bursts into laughter and leans himself on Mingi while catching his breath.

“You’re the only one who will get drunk, Mingi, but sure. I will let you pick which song once you are black-out drunk, is that a deal?” asks Yunho with a chuckle as he wraps an arm around Mingi’s shoulders and pulls him into a tight side hug, a hug that Mingi gladly accepts.

“Then it’s settled!” claims Mingi between giggles and Yunho nods. The doorbell ringing makes the both of them redirect their attention towards the hallway and Mingi quickly makes his way towards the front door, snatching his backpack on the way and getting his wallet out, ready to pay for their food, Yunho a few steps behind him, excited for the food.

“Do you have any alcohol or should we run to 7/11 really quickly?” asks Mingi as he places the bag with their food on the kitchen table.

“I do have some but not enough. Let’s go and get some. Beer with soju goes great with fried chicken.” says Yunho and he goes ahead and puts on his shoes and grabs his backpack, emptying all the dancing equipment in it to make room for the alcohol. “Quick though, we don’t want the food to get cold!” Yunho says as he pushes Mingi out of the house with a big smile on his face, the both of them jogging towards the store after Yunho locked the front door.

Mingi was suddenly feeling liberated and at peace, all of his worries and concerns left him in the last hour he’s been together with Yunho and he wishes he could live each and every day this way.

They reach the convenience store in five minutes and start slowly walking through the aisles, looking for the drinks of their choice. They split, Yunho going for the soju and Mingi for the beers, the two of them meeting at the cash registry, Yunho paying for the four beers and four bottles of soju, carefully putting them in his backpack and leaving the store, now with no rush home, not wishing to break the bottles.

Despite the two of them being friends for so long, they haven’t hung out like this in a long while due to their high schools being so far from each other, even though Yunho did his best to keep in touch with Mingi. But now that school and finals were over they could finally focus on each other as well as everything else they had going on. They were now talking about nothing, having mindless conversations that Mingi wasn’t giving much thought to, but all he knew was that he loved everything Yunho related and anything that involved his friends.

The two reach Yunho’s house again, and after putting the drinks in the fridge (all but two bottles of beer and one of soju) and washing their hands, they finally sit at the table. Mingi pours Soju into the small glass and after taking the shot together, “Ok finally let’s dig in.” says Yunho, looking at the food excitedly.

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“Remember when… Oh my God wait, fuck this was so funny.” says Mingi in between loud laughs, being too giddy to try and contain his laughter, his cheeks hurting. “Remember when I took too long eating lunch and you spent the rest of the day in my high school? The professors were so confused.”

“They did accept me very quickly though, once they realized I was not there to cause trouble. Some even asked me to attend their classes more often.” continues Yunho, with a huge smile on his face and rosy cheeks.

“They did like you more than most of the other students but who can blame them, you are very likeable and charming, and how smart you are just made them like you instantly.” rambles Mingi, looking at his friends with big eyes and raised eyebrows, as if trying to convince him that everything he was saying was true. Yunho just giggles out of embarrassment and covers his mouth that was growing in a bigger smile, looking at Mingi with adoration in his eyes. Mingi always had only words of praise for his friend.

While Mingi was still blabbering about God knows what, Yunho takes the opportunity to refill their glasses. “Stop with this nonsense and drink.” says as he hands Mingi his now filled glass, Yunho having his own glass in the other hand.

“I mean it, you know?” says Mingi as he opens his eyes wide and he looks at his friend, taking the drink in his right hand, and putting his left hand on his friend’s shoulder and squeezing it. “You are such a bright and warm person, people are always drawn to you. Never doubt that about yourself.” says Mingi while stuttering a bit due to the alcohol in his system, always having been more lightweight than Yunho.

Yunho tries to hold in a laugh -one of embarrassment and endearment, not in any way laughing at Mingi-, feeling as his ears were starting to get redder and his face was heating up. Yunho starts to awkwardly laugh and with his free hand he guides Mingi’s hand that had the drink in towards his mouth. “Please just drink, Mingi.” says Yunho as he laughs awkwardly. Mingi always expresses his admiration for his friend, but that doesn’t make it any less embarrassing to accept or listen to.

Mingi finally decides to drop it and takes a few sips of his drink. “I think you should go for Bruno Mars.” says Mingi as he rests his forehead on the cold wooden table while his head was spinning.

“What are you going to audition with for the rapper position?” asks Yunho as he clears up the table a little, sorting everything in piles for plastic, paper and then putting aside the dirty dishes.

“One of the raps I wrote a while ago I think. I have to decide on which one.” replies Mingi honestly as he raises his head and looks at Yunho through heavy-lidded eyes.

Yunho just nods and takes another big sip of his drink.

“What if I don't pass the audition?” asks Mingi as he blankly stares and Yunho. Normally he wouldn't verbalize his insecurities like this. Especially not the ones that had to do with the audition as he doesn’t want Yunho to catch on to Mingi’s loss of interest in debuting.

Mingi straightens his back and puts his hands on his lap, making them into fists and waiting for Yunho's reply, expecting him to tell him to give up and save himself the time and embarrassment of being rejected.

Yunho furrows his brows. “Why would you even think that, Mingi? And even if that were to happen, which it won't, but if it did, it would be their loss and we will go to another company.” Yunho simply replies.

“We?” asks Mingi confused as he raises his head as if startled and looks at Yunho with wide eyes. Why would Yunho change the company only because Mingi wouldn't pass?

“We are debuting together, Mingi. Under the same company. No matter what. I am not leaving your side.” quickly answers Yunho to reassure Mingi, putting his hand on top of Mingi's clenched fist and that’s when Mingi finally loosens up a bit.

“Even if… There will be a day when my burdens and problems will be too heavy to carry? And it will get exhausting to help and understand? And what if my company won’t be pleasant enough to have around and I will drag you down with me?” are the words that leave Mingi’s mouth as his body goes limp and looks at Yunho’s hand covering his own.

Mingi surprises himself with the words he just let out as he did not plan on giving away so much of his insecurities in one night, and he wishes that he just imagined saying those things out loud, but that possibility is quickly excluded as with the corner of his eye he sees Yunho raise his head straighten his back to look better at his friend that was still just eyeing their hands.

Yunho lets out a deep sigh which makes Mingi hold his breath as if it was his last in return, closing his eyes shut and expecting the impact of Yunho’s words. He was expecting for him to agree with him, tell him nicely that he won’t be near him to witness Mingi’s downfall. That he wouldn’t want to see how flawed and broken his friend really was, and how much worse things could really get.

But that didn’t happen.

“Especially then. If those days ever come, I will be here to soften your landing as you stumble and fall, which is normal to do. Sharing your burdens would be my pleasure, Mingi. Please allow me to stay near you and please allow yourself to lean on me when you need the time to rest.” Yunho squeezes Mingi’s hand reassuringly as he is observing his features. Mingi still has his eyes shut close, trying to stop any tears from leaving his eyes. “You’re not weak if you rely on others. You are not weak if you need help. Nothing you ever do needs to be done alone. Please let me help you Mingi.” continues Yunho, hoping that his words will reach the Mingi that is sitting beyond a brick wall that he built himself throughout the years to shield himself. But in moments like these it seems like this wall is hurting Mingi more than protecting him.

“Come here.” Yunho pulls Mingi in a hug that he is quick to accept. “You don’t have to say anything to all the things I said, I just wanted to make sure you actually hear what I’m saying.”

Mingi sniffles and nods, which makes a nostalgic smile form on Yunho’s lips. Mingi has always been more fragile than he seems, which is what Yunho always found so endearing about him.

Mingi indulges in Yunho’s touch for a bit longer, allowing himself to fully calm down and saving Yunho the misfortune of seeing his friend all teared up. This isn’t the first time Yunho is here to comfort his friend and it isn’t the first time that Mingi ends up crying in his arms. Mingi loosens his hold on his friend and backs away, pretending nothing happened, and getting up to pour himself a glass of water.

“I really think you should go with Grenade for the audition.” says Mingi after drinking two glasses of water and after he rid himself of the dry throat sensation he was feeling.

Yunho chuckles and smiles widely. “Thank you.”

a/n: reposted the second chapter because i added something to it at the end. initially it was supposed to be the 3rd chapter but then i changed my mind and decided to add it to the 2nd

[nobodysdaydreams]

CUTTER'S LITTLE GIRLFRIEND CAN JOIN THE ERRAND BOYS IN THE AIRLOCK, I HOPE THE HEPHESTUS CREW TAKES OVER THE SHIP AND DESTROYS CUTTER, AND I KNEW THE EMPTY MAN WAS COMING BACK!

(or my reaction to Wolf359 episodes 41-43 plus the episode 43 post-credits scene).

Welcome back dear readers. I have had multiple people independently message me to say that this next reaction is a big one, and I'm not sure if that means I should be scared or excited.

Also, is it just me, or are these episodes getting longer? Like...a lot longer? This one is 43 minutes, and the season 1 episodes were about half that. Which is fine, but I might not be able to react to as many in a row, and will likely be doing housework during them. Sorry about that, but hopefully the reactions are still good.

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Episode 41: Memoria

Thanksgiving Episode! 🦃 Kind of perfect that I'm listening to this now. But why does this feel like a flashback? Unless Lovelace is in the bathroom and they threw everyone else out the airlock?

Aw Hera...this is beautiful. St. Augustine's Confessions. That did sound familiar. As does "rub a dub dub thank for the grub!"

...what is this? Well that mood changed quickly. Oh this is dark. Oh wow she hears THEM as being distorted. She hears all of them like that all the time. That's scary.

Maxwell this is private. But oh boy am I excited for this one.

So...she's in a robot coma? "Pure Memory Consciousness" okay.

MAXWELL. Those are her memories! DO NOT DELETE HER MEMORIES!

Okay Discount Dr. Garrison.

...and now we have Minkowski's musical theater. That's nice. And yeah, Hera is nice. Minkowksi. Don't say that.

"There's a red flashy light show in the hanger bay" Doug is fantastic.

Yeah constantly dealing with your friends screaming at you to save them and not let them die is a lot of pressure. Leave Hera alone.

Maxwell, you're still here. Oh yeah...Hera's replacement. She doesn't deserve to be replaced.

Okay, I see why so many people were recommending this episode to me. Rewriting and deleting traumatic memories is something that I have written about in my fics. The funny thing is, the people who did that in my fics also started erasing memories in less willing individuals for less than benevolent purposes. But hey, surely the Wolf359 villains would nevvveeerrrr stoop so low.

Oh wow. Now it's Hera hearing DOUG'S voice in her head. 😂😂😂 Yes, Star Wars. 😂😂😂 I need to get Doug's reaction to the Sequels. It's also really cool to hear Hera's voice without the distortion.

"Shortcomings...no one is here to make friends..." she's focusing all her attention on Doug so she can hear him talk about Star Wars? 🥹💕Hilbert shut up that's wonderful.

And yes Doug, good point. She CAN hear you.

Not the count to ten without glitching thing. I don't like this. No bueno.

THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING. SHE'S A PERSON!

As someone who writes about AI, is she designed after a certain person's personality, or is she more of a "free script AI"? Either way, I wonder who designed her and what they had in mind.

"They could have made me better, they made me me". EXACTLY. "This is my life. I don't want to go. But if this is it, I'd rather go as me." TELL THEM HERA!

Oh ew. I knew it was Cutter before they even said it.

Shut up about Cutter. He doesn't know anything. And the fact that Duck and Whisky boy have a bet going is gross.

YES HERA! You can't change people!

The other half is Hera. And YOU. Because y'all have NOT been supportive crewmates. Doug has been stepping up, but everyone else needs get on board.

Maxwell. "Feeling bad is a dumb reason your code can't run". I certainly hope you don't have any friends with depression or anxiety.

Um. Uhhhh... is that her subconsciousness? Is that another Hera? OH MY GOSH DID THEY PUT THAT INSIDE HER TO STOP HER FROM REBELLING? BECAUSE SHE TRIED TO ESCAPE?

They did, didn't they. OH MY GOSH THE COUNTING! Cutter did this didn't he? He needs to go. He needs to go right now. He is such a coward.

"Access Denied" That's Cutter isn't it? Isn't it? Oh and the environment changing with Hera's emotions is a nice touch.

Oh here we are. Buried deep. Welcome to truth town.

"Just a memory" um...are you sure about that.

I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT!!!! I KNEW IT WAS CUTTER THAT SLIMEY FOOL.

The best? See. I knew Hera was the best.

Wait. What.

WHHHHAAATTTTT????

Well, well, well, well, well, well, WELL. So THIS is Cutter's Garrison. The whole time I was thinking it was Maxwell. Modeled the AI after her own brain no doubt. Weird that she feels comfortable enough to call him "Marcus". Let's un-pause the episode and see what her deal is (I get the feeling I won't like her as much as I like Garrison in TMBS).

"It Marcus. Never her. It." Oh I hate her. I hate how comfortable she is with Cutter, I hate that she uses Hera's voice, I hate that she clearly modeled the AI after HERSELF and KNOWS they are human but still choses to call them it like she's on a power trip. What's the matter? Scared one of your robot creations will end up being a better version of you? Don't worry. I get the feeling it's a very low bar. (Also you were right Sophie. The pronoun switch here is EXACTLY like what I wrote in my fic).

"Back door into the subconscious...make these things have my voice..." Disgusting, absolutely disgusting. I swear, if a robot shows up with CUTTER'S VOICE I am gonna vomit. That is HERA's voice. This lady is the friend Cutter was talking about isn't she? I bet she made all his tech too, he probably couldn't build a robot to save his life.

Oh ew is she Pryce? Ugh. That would make too much sense.

"Neural restraints but it can hear you". / "Hahaha...good...hi Unit 214. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to clip your wings. Allow me to share a thought." SHE IS DISGUSTING. REVOLTING. She clearly loves torturing her robots. I see why she and Cutter, oh I'm sorry "Marcus" get along so well. They certainly seem rather chummy.

MIRANDA PRYCE I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT.

YOU KNOW WHAT MIRANDA. YOU CAN'T DO THIS. YOU'RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH.

Um..."keep it boxed?" Was that the box Doug was trying to open earlier?

A yes deleted scenes...watching a completely different movie...I do love to do that in my writing.

Dr. Miranda Pryce. Hera's Voice Model. Robot Designer. Sadist. Waste of Space.

Not sure whether "Cutter's little girlfriend" or "Cutter's Garrison" is a more appropriate title for her right now. She certainly seems to be his Garrison, more so than Maxwell even, but not loving how close they seem. Not even Rachel or Kepler call Cutter "Marcus". Either way, she need to go.

Can't take it out? You can do it Hera. You are stronger than Pryce. She hasn't even been brave enough to show her face. She had to make you insecure and call you "it" just to have power over you, because she KNOWS she could never earn your respect.

YES! USE YOUR FRIENDS VOICE TO DROWN IT OUT! HECK YEAH!

PFFTTT... Doug telling her to use the force 😂 I love it.

Um...so what happened?

37 hours. Yikes. Good work Maxwell, you're earning a potential redemption faster than Duck Boy and Whisky Boy.

Yeah Hera. You will be okay. Right after we throw Cutter's little robot girlfriend out the airlock with the errand boys.

Episode 42: Time to Kill

Hopefully this episode isn't as intense.

"We'll be FINE" don't jinx it Jacobi.

oh good Doug has cards, so they don't have to play Funzo, a game that Pryce and Cutter CLEARLY MADE UP JUST TO TORTURE THE CREW BECAUSE THEY ARE SADISTS. Seriously. They are the worst. I hope they get everything that's coming to them.

And why do I get the feeling that Cutter's "inner circle" is little just him and maybe this Miranda Pryce person? I seriously doubt Kepler or Rachel made the cut.

Is Minkowski still not talking to him because of the jail time thing? She needs to get over that. He's sorry, and there are more important things going on right now.

"Nothing to hear..."

Well well well. I beg to differ. You all tried to gaslight me dear readers, but at last the truth revealed.

THE EMPTY MAN IS HERE! 🥳

"Who said anything about people?" "It's moving"

"This door is completely secure".

THE KNOCKS.

IT DID ANSWER. IT DID COPY YOU.

THE EMPTY MAN RETURNS!

An incoming hail you say????

Uh...is that...um... oh my goodness. This IS bad. One duck boy is bad enough, we can't handle two.

One is clearly an alien or an evil clone. The only sensible solution is to throw them both out of the airlock. It's sad but a sacrifice that needs to be made.

And that's right Doug. You DID tell them. Just like I said the empty man mattered, and everyone said "it doesn't Bods" but I knew better and so did my boy Doug. Welcome to truth town ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to truth town!

But um. If the aliens can um...copy people then...Lovelace...uh oh. Oh no. It doesn't even seem like she knows.

Though it does make sense. They already copied Doug's voice. Why not copy the rest of him too? Only a matter of time before copies of the others show up. At least they can't copy Hera...or can they? Hm. Would she look like Pryce then?

This is straight out of a dark fairytale where you see or hear someone who looks and sounds like your loved ones.

There's only one way to tell who the real Jacobi is.

We need a duck.

"It's trying to turn you against me" Jacobi, honey, we're already against you, you don't need any help with that.

YES DOUG! I KNEW IT! IT IS THE EMPTY MAN!

Oh right they don't know about that. But Doug is dead on the money.

The flares??? Oh I see...so that's how they do it.

And um...how about the possibility that the clones actually BELIEVE they are Duck Boy. And possibly Lovelace. It certainly sounds like they believe it.

Look. Guys. The solution is simple. Kill them both. It's tragic, and I hate to see Duck Boy go, but we have no choice. We must consider the safety of the crew.

The outside guy is hesitating on his answers.

"If there is any chance that it's A real Jacobi, we can't just leave him out there!" In all seriousness, as much as I hate to say it, Doug is right. You can't risk human life like that. But in the world of the fictional narrative, do we really need to keep any Duck Boys around?

Uh...Lovelace? Lovelace?

So this is why the episode was called time to kill. Because it was time to kill someone.

Oh gosh. The aliens might not like them after this.

Perhaps they should have let him in. Maybe that was the real Jacobi. Or a real Jacobi. Or maybe neither of them were. Or maybe none of them are their real selves. But there is one thing I know is true. The empty man is real, and at last I have my proof.

Nah, he's gone Maxwell. But at least you have a backup Duck Boy.

Just the four of us...all on our own...

But Doug. How do you know? How do you know that you are truly alone?

And that's the end of this one. I see what you mean. The show is getting good. It was already good before but… things are getting interesting…

Episode 43: Persuasion (plus an end credits scene 👀)

I'm glad Maxwell is helping Hera out. But if her allegiance comes down to Hera or Kepler, I hope she makes the right choice.

It's okay Doug. We all miss meetings sometimes.

And yeah...it's nice to know the plan for this alien contact.

"And how relaxed are you at the moment?" it's such a funny line when I imagine Hilbert and Doug as the same guy talking to himself (thank you live show).

YES! Hit him Maxwell!

"We're there for each other" Since when? Since when are Cutter's errand boys there for anyone but themselves?

Same Minkowski. Like what even is their relationship?

Hilbert is me every time Doug coughs.

"You talk about helping people, but what about the real life people around you?" Doug is speaking straight facts Hilbert.

YES! Everything Doug is saying is true.

"You lack vision." "At least I don't lack a soul". Hilbert lacks more than a soul he lacks rational common sense because he is letting one very traumatic thing color his whole view of this. Like. The decima virus will only help people if you get it out of the hands of Mr. Crazy Psycho Man (Cutter). Can you do that Hilbert? If not, your work was for basically nothing.

Oh dear. Minkowski!

Aw, she saved Maxwell. See, she's actually a GOOD boss. Unlike some people, I won't name names.

I hope they can save her.

Oh good. See? Work together, save a crewmate.

"That was some fun" We'll see how you like it when you're in that position Kepler. Try again? Oh no, no, no. How about YOU try it Kepler?

SHE CAN CALL HER HUSBAND!!!

He probably thinks she's dead or missing in action or whatever horrible lie Cutter told him. Oh but he's a journalist. I hope he puts him on blast. I hope he puts Cutter and his whole operation all over the news.

Pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up...

This is agony.

Oh she got his secretary.

HE THINKS SHE'S BEEN DEAD FOR OVER A YEAR????

...and that means Doug's daughter...and everyone else...i just- I- FOR A YEAR???...oh my goodness...

Cutter was already a dead man. But I believe this action just brought him back to life. I have another plan for him now. Something worse. Something so much worse.

Okay...so Jacobi is human...or at least he appears to be?

"You killed a man...that might catch up to you..." do you speak from experience Kepler?

"You're okay with hearing Jacobi screaming in agony as he undergoes a horrible death?" Kepler, you're okay with literally everyone else doing exactly that. Please stop trying to have the moral high ground, you're standing in the world's deepest of ditches.

We're beyond horribly wrong Doug. We are FAR beyond that.

Very specific instructions. Good work Minkowski. Doug will appreciate that.

And yep. You are dead. You've been dead for a while now.

Killing Kepler? This better not be like killing Hilbert where I got my hopes up just for him to start crying about his sister.

I better not be blasting Goodbye Earl by the Dixie Chicks for nothing.

End Credits Scene:

Oh Hilbert and Lovelace...what a pair...

Still kinda dark to manipulate their friends like that, but what else were they expecting from command?

And... wow. Those were some episodes. Normally I pick the best of the three to make my title, but this is gonna be a challenge. Let's see if I can cover all my bases.

Also if Miranda ends up being...idk Cutter's relative or something, I'll change the title, but right now I'm going just gonna call her his little girlfriend because I absolutely despise her.

[laenordeservedbetter]

Everything Has Changed — Rhaenyra Targaryen x GN!Reader

Summary: When Viserys urges Rhaenyra to marry, the princess storms off to her only place of sanctuary, where you comfort her.

Words: 1k

Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Arranged marriage at the end (full circle moment or nah? I don't know), sad Rhaenyra (If I missed anything else, lmk!)

I'm posting this here because my other account isn't showing up in the tags. I have no idea why. This was a request by an anon. This fic can also be found in my other acc!!

not my gif.

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“—and I have given you my answer, Father! I do not wish to be married off to some lord!” was the angry reply of Rhaenyra. As her sworn sword, standing outside the entrance at all times in case someone seeks to hurt her came with the job. You can feel the vibration coming from Rhaenyra shuffling her feet, pacing around the room as if that will help her prove a point to her father. Given the King’s opinion on the subject, you believe he will not change it for Rhaenyra’s own desires. Viserys can be merciless if the situation requires it.

Viserys makes a movement with both his hands to show his irritation, both of their voices growing higher and higher. Any attempts of warding away eavesdroppers will be nugatory. “EVEN I DO NOT EXIST ABOVE TRADITION AND DUTY, RHAENYRA!”

Rhaenyra wavered. Her father ne’er spoke to her this way. It was another sharp cue that everything has changed. No longer would her father wave off her shenanigans or flash a proud smile her way as she defies his orders. She became his political headache. That’s all he sees her as these previous fortnights. So she storms out of the room, not wanting to bid a proper farewell. She would show him. Rhaenyra would show him that she will make a new order of things. Wait and see, father. Wait and see.

You were not given time to blink when Rhaenyra ran by, only giving a nod in your direction. “Princess Rhaenyra!” You cried out, shoving past your fellow guards who make no attempt to join you in following the princess, making you curse them under your breath along with whoever brought them here. They don’t do their jobs correctly. The only reason they’re stationed in the castle is because of their names. If they weren’t born in such families, they’d have to work as hard as you. To your dismay, ranting won’t get you anywhere; much less change the decree that they will have a higher station. Rhaenyra is the priority here. You cannot allow yourself to get distracted.

“Stop following me, Y/n!”

“It is my duty, Princess! You’re my responsibility!”

In the end, you lost sight of Rhaenyra. With your weighty armor hindering your ability to catch up, you had to skid to a stop. “Where are you, Rhaenyra?” You remove the helmet from your head, propping the metal against the wall. If a thief were to stumble upon it, there would be nothing you can do. You’re willing to take that possibility, however, if it meant boosting your odds of becoming quick enough to pursue the crown princess should she cross your line of sight.

There is a solitary sanctuary that Rhaenyra might be in. This hunch is the greatest theory you have. Besides that, you could not possibly take another guess on Rhaenyra’s whereabouts. You set off to the direction of the Weirwood tree, keeping yourself on high alert.

You were correct in your assumptions.

Rhaenyra sat underneath the tree, eyes puffy and red like the fire Syrax would exhale, except it was much darker. She sees your shadow approaching and sighs.

“Tell me what’s on your mind, hm?” You drop down alongside your lover, cupping her face using your hands gingerly. Rhaenyra places her own hand on top of yours, wordlessly requesting to keep your gentle touch there.

Her eyes close and she holds her breath. “Perhaps my father wouldn’t pressure me for marriage as much if I was born as a son instead. No one respects me because I am not a boy.”

You shift your hand so you could slip it between Rhaenyra’s quivering fingers. Her grip was loose, dissimilar to your firm one. She was half-expecting you to take pity on her. When Rhaenyra sees nothing of the sort, she isn’t sure if she feels relieved or saddened.

“I do, ‘Nyra. I respect you. You are not a son. You are a warrior; everything a ruler should be. It may be the topic of controversy right now, but I know that when you ascend the Iron Throne, you will prove that all the people who doubted you were wrong. It’s only a matter of time, my love. They will see one way or another.”

Most of the internal battle betwixt rationality and the hope inhabiting the princess’s body was put to a stop. Rhaenyra leans her head on your shoulder, unperturbed by the armor still on your body as a result of innumerable instances of her “accidentally” sleeping on your shoulder after a long council meeting. You would try to move her body to her own bed, where she would not wake up with a stiff neck, but she can always tell when you badly attempt at transferring her to the comforts of her silk sheets.

“But that’s not happening today, right?”

You smile sadly, placing a kiss on the top of her head, silver-blonde waves tickling your mouth. “Not today, my love. We can only hope for someday.”

“‘Someday’ is adequate for me.” She said. Rhaenyra has a lot on her mind, but when it comes to you, she has no trouble sharing her thoughts. She wants to tell you everything, ranging from her secrets to the promises she whispers in your ear when she thinks you are asleep. “As long as they are with you, ‘someday’ is bearable. I want you by my side, always.”

“I am your sworn shield, Princess. My order is to stay close by. It would be hard for me to get away from you even if I wanted.” Although you laugh wholeheartedly, it dies in your throat as you see King Viserys in the pathway, staring right at you. You couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, but you knew you had to protect Rhaenyra.

“Shit.” Rhaenyra tenses. “Father, I –”

You could not let her take the fall for this. “It is my fault, Your Grace. Rhaenyra is innocent. She didn’t do anything wrong. I should not have –”

“Save it.” Viserys says, running his hand through his hair (what is left of it, anyway). I should have known, he scolds himself for not being able to spot it sooner. Yours and Rhaenyra’s lingering gazes were more than just friendly gestures. It was romantic! “Rhaenyra is to wed you by spring’s end.”

What in the seven hells?

[solarune]

good for me

pairing: jung jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: smut, humor

warnings: hickeys, groping, thigh grinding, oral (male receiving), hair pulling, dom/sub themes, slight exhibitionism, dirty talk, degradation, pet names, praise kink, profanity

word count: 2,354

a/n: w korea jaehyun haunts me to this day so here's a little something i wrote. hello, it's been a while! hopefully my next fic won't take me months to upload. being an adult is hard. also i think this is my first? smut fic on this blog? i don't think smut is something i will write often but it's still something i want to practice so lmk what you think!

MINORS DNI WITH THIS POST, THIS IS STRICTLY 18+ CONTENT. IF I SEE THAT YOU HAVE LIKED AND/OR REBLOGGED THIS POST AND ARE A MINOR, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

“We’re going to get caught!” you hiss as your boyfriend tugs you towards a supply closet far away from the rest of the crew.

“Not if you’re quiet,” Jaehyun winks while giving your hand a squeeze. He chuckles when you narrow your eyes at him, not at all amused by his teasing. You really were not in the mood to get scolded by not only the SM staff but the W Korea staff as well today, especially because you’re there as your boyfriend’s guest. His hand rests on the door knob as he turns to look at you. “Come on, babe, we’re not going to do anything too bad. I just want to kiss you a bit!”

“In a closet?” you scoff.

“In privacy,” he corrects you.

While the logical part of you is not at all swayed by his barely-there argument, the part of you that couldn’t keep your eyes off of Jaehyun during the first half of the photoshoot is screaming at you to run your hands all over him. And who could blame you, really? With his shirt left unbuttoned and toned body oiled up and on display, it took every ounce of self-control that you had to not jump his bones as soon as the photographer called for a break. You want to remain professional and maintain a good first impression for these people, but it seems that Jaehyun, ever observant over the slightest change in your behavior, knew exactly what you were thinking.

A huff leaves your lips. You really need to learn how to say no to him. “Kissing only.”

You barely have time to blink before Jaehyun is pulling you into the supply closet, the cramped space forcing you to press your body up against his. That and the fact that Jaehyun himself is pushing you up against the wall, his hands already beginning to roam. “Make sure you remind yourself of that too, yeah babe?” he smirks as a hand reaches up to trail lightly along your jaw. “I’m not the only one that gets carried away. It takes two to tango.”

He firmly presses his lips against yours and you have to stop the moan that you can feel crawling up your throat. You can feel your lust for your boyfriend growing but you just run your fingers through his hair and continue kissing him, determined to not be the one that gives in this time. Your bottom lip is caught between his teeth before he pulls away to look into your eyes while a soft whine leaves your mouth. Jaehyun’s hold on you tightens and you feel the way his hips slightly jolt against you from the sound you make.

“Fuck baby, don’t do this to me,” he whispers as he leans forward to trail kisses down your neck. “I saw the way you were looking at me before, you want me just as bad as I want you right now.”

“Jae…” you sigh, head tilting to the side to make it easier for him to lick and bite at your neck. Your hands slide down his shoulders to grip his biceps, squeezing when he makes it down to your collar bones. The room is starting to feel quite warm and you know that Jaehyun’s got you right where he wants you, he knows exactly how to make your resolve crumble in seconds. “I said kissing only.”

Jaehyun chuckles darkly against your skin, a hand coming down on your ass to give you a light slap at your weak argument and the tremble in your voice that even you could hear. “I am kissing you. You should’ve been more specific.”

“You’re so annoying,” you hiss, fingers bunching up the fabric of his silk shirt. We should stop, we’re going to get caught. We shouldn’t be doing this, Jaehyun will- Another moan escapes your lips when your boyfriend’s thigh nudges your own legs apart to press up against you, the pressure causing pleasure to course through your veins. It’s like your body has a mind of its own as your hips jolt and begin to grind down on Jaehyun, your hands pressed up against his bare torso while your nails leave faint red lines on his skin. Every sensible thought disappears from your brain as you let your lust take over, Jaehyun’s tight grip on your body and teeth on your skin making you fall apart even faster.

“That’s a good girl,” he hums and you can feel the smirk against your throat. His tone is so cocky that in any other situation, it would make you scoff but now, it just causes your heart to beat faster. “You like that, right? You like grinding that pretty pussy on my thigh?”

“Feels so good, Jae,” you sigh, the back of your head hitting the wall particularly hard when you lean back and making you flinch. Jaehyun bursts out laughing as you clutch the back of your head and you have to slap your hands over his mouth to get him to stop, the two of you holding your breaths when you hear some of the staff shuffling around outside of the closet. Their voices eventually fade, along with their footsteps, and you count to 30 before finally giving Jaehyun a pointed look. “Dumbass, we’re supposed to be quiet, remember?”

“Remember those words when I make you cum, sweetheart.” Jaehyun’s hands slide down to your hips to get you to start moving against him again, whimpers leaving your mouth as he flexes the muscles of his leg beneath you. “Fuck baby, you’re making me so fucking hard. I want you so bad right now.”

“Want your cock, Jae.” Your breaths are coming out in pants while you grind against him and you can already feel that your underwear is soaked through with your desire for him. A hand reaches out to stroke his cock through his pants and the corners of your lips turn up when he chokes at your touch. “Want it in my mouth, wanna taste you. Please?”

Jaehyun’s lips press against yours as he lowers his leg down. But just as you wrap your arms around his neck when he deepens the kiss, you feel a hand slide down your front and you have to hold back a yelp when you feel him begin to rub at your clit through your pants. You pinch his side when he teasingly bites your lower lip and when he pulls away, you can see the mischievous glint in his eyes even in the dark.

He hums as if he’s really debating on whether or not he’ll let you suck his dick and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. If he saw that, he would probably say no just to punish you. “Since you asked so nicely,” he concedes with a sweet smile.

Your hands trail down his thighs as you sink down to your knees, Jaehyun’s teeth biting down on his lower lip as you unbutton his pants. Or at least attempt to. The darkness paired with what feels like a billion buttons and zippers on your boyfriend’s pants almost makes you give up. You let out a huff as your hands go back to your boyfriend’s thighs and you look up at him with a pleading look on your face that you hope he can see.

“Stupid,” Jaehyun chuckles as his fingers brush against yours, undoing his pants and even pulling them down his thighs for you. “Think you can handle taking off my boxers or do I need to do that for you too?”

You snort in response as you smack his bare thigh. “Back in my day, pants had one button and a zipper. Modern fashion is too complicated for me now.”

Your hands ghost over Jaehyun’s covered cock and you have to hold back a smirk when he shudders at the light touch. You kiss him through the fabric, even sticking your tongue out to kitten lick at him, before his boxers make their way down his thighs as well. He feels warm and heavy in your hand and when you take the tip into your mouth, the taste of his pre-cum is enough to drive you insane. You force him deeper into your mouth, inhaling deeply through your nose as you continue until he hits the back of your throat. His hand tangles in your hair when it happens, fingers pulling at the strands as he groans. Pulling back with gasp, you begin to pump him with one hand while your mouth travels down to his balls, humming and sucking while Jaehyun whimpers and whines above you. You wouldn’t be surprised if you soaked through your panties enough to get even your pants wet, Jaehyun’s whispered cursing and groaning going straight to your pussy.

Jaehyun’s hips buck and you have to fight back the gag that you feel coming on, the sudden brush of his tip against the back of your throat surprising you. Looking up at him, you place your hands on his thighs and keep your head still, allowing him to do whatever he wanted with you. There’s a wicked gleam in his eyes that you can see even in the darkness as he begins to shallowly thrust, one of his thumbs coming up to wipe away the tears that are already falling down your face.

“You’re just my perfect little cockslut, aren’t you, baby?” he coos as he strokes the side of your face. “My pretty girl, always so good for me.” He pulls out of your mouth completely to let you breathe for a few seconds and you hurriedly wipe away the remaining drool and tears that trailed down your neck. You nod eagerly at his words, eyes never leaving his cock as you watch him stroke himself. Your mouth begins to water at the thought of having him fuck your throat, teeth catching your bottom lip as you squirm in your spot on the floor.

“What’s going on in the pretty head of yours, huh?” Jaehyun asks, his question ending in a groan as he squeezes the base of his cock. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck my mouth.” You feel your face burn at the vulgar demand but the look that your boyfriend gives you makes your stomach flip. So you muster the sweetest smile that you can to try to hide the eagerness you feel and tack on a, “Please?”

Jaehyun slips his thumb into your mouth and his lips part at the same time yours do, his tongue poking into his cheek as you suck and lick his finger. “Of course I can, sweetheart,” he answers, the cooing of his voice contradictory to the dark look in his eyes. “You gonna swallow all my cum too? Take everything I give you like a good girl?” Jaehyun begins stroking his cock once more as he angles it so that the tip brushes against your lips, laughing when you nod and stick your tongue out to lick at the head. “Of course you are. Because you love my cock that much, right?”

Before you have the chance to nod in agreement, Jaehyun shoves himself into your mouth, his thrusts already starting off hard and fast. You remind yourself to breathe deeply through your nose, the tight grip you have on his thighs keeping you focused and grounded as you try to keep up with his harsh pace. Every thrust sends him to the back of your throat and even though you can feel your jaw beginning to ache, your pussy is starting to ache even more, the thought of him fucking you this roughly making you drool. You really are a slut for your boyfriend.

“Fuck- ‘m close, baby,” Jaehyun groans as he tugs at your hair. “Your mouth is so warm and wet. But I bet your pussy is even better, can’t wait to feel it around me- fuck.”

You reach up to massage his balls and when you feel his dick twitch in your mouth, you know that he’s only seconds away from falling apart. So you dig your nails into his thighs and leave red lines on his skin, a smirk appearing on your face even with your mouth stuffed full. Above you, Jaehyun pants and whines out your name as he spills into you, shuddering as your tongue swirls around him. His grip on your hair loosens until his hand is gone altogether and he watches as he slowly pulls out of your mouth, a string of his cum connecting your lips to his shaft. Your eyes close as you savor Jaehyun’s taste, gathering any cum that spilled out onto your thumb before placing it on your tongue.

Hands wrap around your upper arms and your eyes fly open as Jaehyun pulls you up and pushes you against the wall before shoving his tongue into your mouth. He groans at the taste of himself on you and you gasp when one of his hands comes down to smack your ass. “Fuck baby, you’re so fucking hot,” he moans and you swear your knees almost buckle from how fucked out he sounds. “You did such a good job so I think I should return the favor, hm?”

You watch as Jaehyun gets down on his knees in front of you but before he can even unbutton your pants, there’s a loud bang on the door, causing the both of you to jump. Your heart is beating so hard that you swear you can hear it, and you don’t even notice that you had grabbed your boyfriend’s hand as a familiar voice calls out his name from the other side of the door.

“Jaehyun! (Y/N)! Are you guys done being gross yet?” Johnny yells, and you know that he’s doing it to both embarrass you in front of everyone and to make sure you can hear him. “Our lunch break has been over for 15 minutes, you’re keeping everyone waiting! We’re going to be leaving in two hours, you couldn’t have lasted until we got home? Get out here!”

[slightlyrebelliouswriter23]

I have been not active on Tumblr whatsoever and it's been making me feel super crappy like i am not motivated for anything lately. I mean yea sure I'm still reading but I've been ignoring people tagging me in their fics I've been on my phone yet doing nothing productive at all yet I continue yelling at myself to do something. Like start studying more so you can actually become a surgeon and save people and shit but I have no clue how to do that or anything else. I know that I am attracted to women as well as men but I don't always call myself bi because somedays it just doesn't feel right but then neither does pan or lesbian but then somedays all those terms make sense and im like "yes this is what I am" but then the next day I think "what if I am a horrible straight person with no respect for the lgbtq+ community because I use terms like these carelessly" but then I think "it's not carelessness there are alot of people in the lgbtq+ community who dont know their sexuality" but then I just go back and forth between those two statements and my friends have told me you don't need to be a specific thing "you're just you" and that's really helped but then I think "what does anyone know? We're all young and naive and are probably not even gonna remember these friendships from the 2nd and 6th grade in like 10 years so what's the point?" But then I cant think like that because that is probably not good thinking for my mental state. Anyways I only pay attention to three of the people I'm following and two of them are blogs for S&B and PJO tv series updates, the only other one is you, soooo yea this was a rant so no pressure to respond. Love ya <3

this ask was sent a while ago but i, too, struggle with Responses and Interacting 🥹🖤 lmk if you want me to take it down and i will.

first of all, i'm flattered that my little old dustheap of things i like is one of the few blogs you keep up with :') that's a high honour, so thank you!!

second, i want you to know that all things are temporary. even if those friendships from the 2nd and 6th grade last forever, they will change– in distance, intensity, dynamic. just as you will change because you are a person and people are always changing.

this is not a bad thing. it just means you'll have to get used to the earth shifting under your feet, turning over new soil every once and a while. let the roots of your life breathe. if you try to stay still, the world will continue to move around you, and that's not a particularly nice feeling either.

yes, life is about loss, but it's also about learning from these temporary states of being. i often think about what the things i've lost have taught me, to keep myself afloat. i like making lists. it helps keep important things in the forefront. it's okay if you miss things. you'll get to them when you get to them. and if you don't, that's fine, too.

third, identity labels are for the person using them. they help us define ourselves, figure out what we like and don't like, and help us feel part of a community (if we wish to). identity labels are not for the rest of the world to look at and judge, and they certainly shouldn't be regarded as permanent fixtures of ourselves because, as we've said before, people are always changing, fluid.

but you should also know that it's also okay not to know. it's okay to be like "¯\_(ツ)_/¯ still figuring that bit out". that's what a lot of life is.

it will be different tomorrow.

[tinisprout]

Serendipity on a lonely night

Pairing: Jacob x gn!Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Fluff

Word count: 3,547

Warnings: mention of blood (once), some cursing, lmk if I missed something

Summary: After a bad breakup, two sad souls decided to go to a park to cry alone. Neither of them expects someone to intrude on their moment. Although they are strangers, they might make this depressing night just a little less lonely for each other.

Being cheated on sucks, but it hurt him a little bit more to find out on his birthday of all days. Jacob thought they were just going through a rough patch in their relationship, he truly thought they would make it out ok. Never did he expect to see his now ex making out with someone else. Angry and hurt, he didn't bother saying much to them and left. Going back to his apartment, he changes into his workout clothes and stuffs a handful of tissues into his jacket pocket as he leaves his house to go for a night run.

He ran as fast as he could, with abandon, looking like a mad man. He was so frustrated he just wanted to forget it all and move on. He knew he didn't need to keep a person like that in his life, but that didn't make it hurt any less. He went to the one place he thought no one would be at, the park. The man tried to slow his pace as his body came barreling at the bench, he threw his hands out to brace himself.

The impact hurt, but this new pain was a welcomed distraction. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. He felt the need to vomit and so he crawled to the bush to do just that. He regrets not eating earlier as he retched up bile, burning his throat an egregious amount. Then came the booming sound of footsteps slamming on the ground from behind. Jacob hoped no one would come here he wanted to be a mess in peace, but to hell with it, he'll just leave after he finishes dry heaving, he thought.

Being cheated on fucking sucks, period. You didn't expect anyone to here and to your surprise there seemed to be a drunk man throwing up in the bushes. Maybe going out at night wasn't the best choice, but in the heat of the moment you wanted to cry alone, but it seems that wasn't in the cards. As your attention was diverted you tripped on absolutely nothing and your knees were the first to hit the ground, skidding on the pavement. Regretting wearing shorts, you propped your arms out ready to catch the rest of your body.

On your hands and knees, you were winded from running, your shoulders rose and fell rapidly. "Son of a bitch, that hurt." You bit your lip trying to hold it in this was not the place to cry, someone was here. You sat on the ground sick of it all, to hell with it, you were tired of holding back and used the pain in your knees as an excuse to cry your eyes out. Like a stream they came pouring out your eyes, changing the color of the ground.

"Um, are you okay?" 'Huh, is the drunk man trying to talk to me? He doesn't sound drunk,' you thought to yourself. Looking up at him without wiping your still falling tears.

"No," you continued to cry and you hoped that would be the end of the conversation. To your shock he offered you a tissue from his pocket and sat down, it seems he also started crying. Well, at least this man wasn't a threat. And so, you both cried not caring about the presence of the other. Both cries coming to a still as time passed, you both just sat there in silence for some time.

'This is embarrassing,' Jacob thought. When he saw the person in front of him crying, he didn't expect them to give a blunt answer when he asked if they were okay. Crying without a care, he wanted to do that, he was so tired of holding it in. Well, it happened already, there is nothing he can do about it. It seems the person in front of him was also thinking about how to get out of this awkward situation. "Why were you crying?" Yes, break the awkward atmosphere with an awkward question.

"I feel like that should be my question," you state, making a face.

"Oh well, I already wanted to cry and see you cry it kinda just happened."

"Well, I just got dumped after finding out I was cheated on, all on call. I didn’t believe them, thinking it was some cruel joke. So they send me a picture of them kissing someone else. I came here to cry my guts out, I didn't expect anyone else here."

"What a coincidence, me too. I caught my partner making out with someone else, told me they didn't love me anymore, on my birthday of all days. I ran here to get some fresh air and cry, but I guess I pushed myself too hard and ended up throwing up." He laughs at how pathetic he sounds. He notices you check your phone. 'I guess they want to leave,' he thinks while sighing to himself.

"I'm sorry that happened to you. Um, sorry if this is weird since it not happy anymore, but, happy birthday." The unexpected response made Jacob look at you, mouth slightly agape in surprise. Then he laughed, the look you made wondering if you might have said something wrong. His smile was captivating, the kind that most would do anything to see again. Who in their right mind would cheat on this man?!

Birthday wishes from a stranger at this moment felt nice. Jacob got up from the ground dusting himself off. He offered you a hand, "Thank you, I feel a little better now." You weren't sure why he laughed, but if he was feeling better that was good, he seemed to be having a shitty day. You take his hand as he pulls you up, as your knees bend you groan in pain.

"Crap, my knees." You looked down addressing the pain, there was dust mixed in with the blood. Judging on how you hit the floor, your knees we definitely bruised or at least were going to be later.

"Oh no, are you okay?"

"No," you chuckled at him asking the same question and you giving the same answer. The corner of his lips tugged up when he realized the same thing, he wanted to laugh, but his concern for the stranger took greater priority. Getting a closer look at it, it looked pretty bad.

"Can you walk?"

"Of course,... I just need to push myself." Jacob looked up and searched for the convenience store he knew was around here.

"Hey, you should get this cleaned up soon. There is a convenience store right over there, I can help you if you're ok with that."

"You know what, that would be greatly appreciated, thank you." He bent down a little so you could easily put your arm around his neck. The man supporting you relieved some of the pressure. With his help, you hobbled your way to the convenience store. Finally arriving he tells you to wait at the front of the store while he gets everything, saying it was on him as a thank you. It didn't make too much sense, but you weren't about to argue, so you took a seat at one of the free tables.

He quickly rushed through the store to get big bandages, two water bottles, Neosporin, and a small bottle of mouthwash. He wanted to talk to them earlier, but they were a lot closer and he knew his breath must have smelt rancid after throwing up. After paying, he quickly went to the bathroom and washed his mouth out with the water and mouthwash. Throwing away the evidence as he did a breath check, grabbing a few paper towels before he ran back to you.

"Okay, I'm done, sorry for the wait." You see him carrying a bag with a few things inside.

"You're good, a break from walking is fine with me," you offer up a smile and he smiles back.

"This is probably gonna hurt some, but I'll try to be as gentle as possible." Your smile fades as he gets down on his knees to meet your legs and you clench your jaw. He wet two paper towels and left two dry ones asking you to hold both sets. "Stick one of your legs out, please." Doing as you're told, he takes this opportunity to lift your leg till it's about parallel to your seat. He pours water on the wound and you jolt at the sensation as it stings your knees. Some water slides down your leg and he wipes it back up with his hand and flicks the water off his hand. "Wet paper towel please."

"Huh," you were absorbed by the movement of his hands on your leg, weird. "Oh yeah, here." He glanced at you for a moment, but he didn't question it. Setting your leg down he takes the wet paper towel and gently wipes away at the remaining grime on your knee.

"Dry one, please." 'So polite,' you thought, handing him the paper towel. He dries your wound and leg off, tossing the waste into the bag and he takes out the Neosporin and bandages. He smears the ointment on the cotton pad of the bandage, then smooths the bandage onto your leg. You two repeat the process on your other leg. "All done."

"Thank you." You slowly stand up, it still hurts for sure, you wanted to do something. "Alright, your turn buddy. You stay here I'm going to get something real quick."

"Huh, you don't need help?" He sees you struggling to walk and has his hands up ready to catch you if you fall.

"I'll be fine, just give me a minute." He doesn't push it and takes the seat next to your now empty one. He wonders what you could be doing. A few minutes pass and he hears your familiar voice. Turning to you he sees you now carry a bag. You see his eyes linger around the bag. You clear your throat, "I need you to close your eyes, you can't open them until I say." Jacob is a simple man and does not question them and follows through with the orders. He covers his eyes with his hands. "Oh yeah, I didn't get your name yet. I'm, y/n." He smiles at your statement.

"I'm, Jacob."

"Alright, you can open your eyes now." He puts his hands down opening his eyes and to his bewilderment there are two cupcakes each with a lit candle. His lips form a little pout and his eye go wide as he looks at you. "Happy Birthday, Jacob. This might be the crappiest birthday you've ever had, but I hope this makes it a little bit better."

"Wow, thank you…" Jacob was at a loss for words. There were a lot of emotions coming up again, he felt his throat go a little tight.

"Ah sorry, I shouldn't have brought up the bad things."

"No it's not that...well it partly is that, but I'm also happy. Why are you so kind to me?" That seemed like a weird question, is this not the golden rule?

"Well as thanks, of course. And I think you are being nicer to me than I am to you. Anyways, before your candles completely melt, make a wish!"

"Ah let me think," A wish, there wasn't any particular thing he wished for. His eyes wandered around trying to think of something and his eyes find their way back to you. The soft glow of the candlelight illuminating your face. A smile gracing your face as you wait for him to make his wish. He looks back to the candles and closes his eyes, 'I wish for something wonderful.' opening his eyes he gently blows out the candles. You found yourself hoping Jacob’s wish would come true.

“Perfect, now I didn’t know what flavor you liked, so I just got the standard vanilla and chocolate. Hope that’s okay.”

“That’s fine,” he says taking one of the cupcakes and pushing the other towards you.

“I can’t they’re yours.”

“It’s fine I shouldn’t eat two cupcakes this late at night anyway. Unless you don’t like that flavor?”

“Oh, it’s good. Uh, thank you then.” You both take your time eating your cupcakes while continuing to converse with each other. Taking his last bite he licks his fingers clean and you hand him a napkin from your bag.

“Thanks,” After he wipes his hands he stood up. “Can you walk okay, now?” You stood up carefully. It still hurts, but you felt like walking wouldn’t be too terrible, maybe.

“Yeah, I think I will be good, thank you.” You stagger your way back to the sidewalk and Jacob matches his pace with yours.

“Well, I go this way.”

“Oh, me too.” A smile alights both your faces, happy to stay with the kind soul next to you for a little longer before the loneliness grabs hold of you again.

“In that case do you still want my help walking?”

“Are you okay with that?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Jacob sets out in front with his back facing you, he kneels on the ground, turning his head to you.

“Won’t that be too tiring for you?

“My endurance is pretty good, besides we can get home faster this way, it’s pretty late already. It will only be till we part ways.” Maybe you would have been more hesitant if he didn’t always make sure you were comfortable when talking and interacting with him, keeping a respectable distance that strangers should have.

“Excuse me then.” As you climb on his back he links his arms under your legs as you wrap your arms around his neck and he slowly rises.

“Up we go.” he adjusts, bouncing you up higher on his back. He started walking, and like a gentleman, making sure you weren’t suspicious of him, he tells you which path he takes first before continuing to walk. To both your surprise, your time together lasted longer than imagined. You thought how he might live past you as you got closer to your home.

“Hey, I know we are still kinda strangers, but if it means anything, I think you are really kind. I was treated nicer by you in this short hour or so that we have known each other than I was ever by my ex. I won’t judge your relationship because I don’t know anything, but I think you deserve better. I hope you can move on soon and when your ready, find someone that values you properly.” Jacob lets out a titter at your words.

“Man, I feel like crying again.”

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. I hope the same for you, don’t feel down over someone that left you like that.”

“Ugh, of course! I’m not that sad to lose them, we weren’t dating for that long. I know that kind of person doesn’t deserve to be in my life… I’m sadder at the fact that it happened, it makes me feel inadequate.”

“Hey, don’t say that. Just like you said to me, I think you deserve a person that values you better.”

“Thanks.” He stops in his tracks again.

“I go straight.” To your disappointment, this is where your journey together ends.

“Ah, I go right.”

“Oh,” is all he gives as a reply. Jacob lowers himself letting go of his grip on your legs. Your hands move from around his neck to hold his shoulders as you steady yourself. When you let go of his shoulders he turns around to meet your eyes. “I guess this is goodbye.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Neither of you wanted to part ways yet, but what could you do? You both thought, this person would be a good friend to have, would it be too much to ask for their number?

“I’ll go first. Please be careful on your way home,” Jacob says, cutting off the awkward silence.

“You too. Thank you, for making this night a little less lonely,” you give him a sorrowful smile and he returns a look just the same.

“Thank you.” And so you both go your separate ways. He finds himself regretting not asking for your number, but it would be weird to go back now, if only he had a second chance. If he had another wish right now, he would have wished to see them again, not that it would have actually helped him anyway.

Finally making it to your apartment building you call the elevator sighing. You find yourself thinking about Jacob as you look at your knees, ‘I should have gotten his number.’ The elevator dings and the doors open up. Someone leaves the elevator and you take their place.

Jacob walks into his apartment building, and sees a person leaving then sees the foot of a person entering the elevator. He calls out to them.

“Please hold the door!” He starts jogging to the elevator. Hearing that familiar voice seems unbelievable. So you move to stick your head out to check to make sure you weren’t mistaken.

“Jac-” you didn’t expect a body to round the corner so fast and you reacted as best you could and tried stepping back, but their body still hit you, though it was with less force than you expected. Cool you thought, you were gonna fall for the second time tonight. The man that bumped into you didn’t think the person inside would try to come out so he had little time to try and stop his momentum and despite his efforts, he collided with the other. Not wanting to fall you reach your arms up and out to the person getting a death grip on their shoulders. The man lunges forward reaching out to catch the falling body, wrapping his arms around the person’s waist. There is a pause as Jacob gets a good look at the person in his arms. When he rounded the corner it was fast, but for a hot second, he thought that person looked like, y/n. He was right, they were staring at each other, hearts pounding in fright. Jacob was the first to open his mouth.

“Hey,” he offers up an awkward smile. You bite your top lip to keep from laughing. The elevator door closes.

“Hey.”

“You live here? You ask at the same time. This brought genuine smiles to your faces.

“Yeah, uh how did you get here before me?” He asks, stepping back to give you room to stand straight again. You loosen your grip on his shoulders letting your arms fall back to your sides. He lets go of you as well taking a step back.

“I took a shortcut. Do you not know about it?”

“No? Im new here, still getting used to this area, so I haven’t really explored around,” you hum in response. He goes to press his floor number and steps aside so you can do the same. You look at the panel of buttons and see your floor number is pressed. The elevator starts rising.

“I think we are neighbors.”

“Really?”

“Yup, same floor.”

“Huh, small world.”

“Guess it is.” Ah, it was awkward again. Maybe you both felt that way cause you were just thinking about each other, not like the other person knew that though. The elevator came to a stop opening to your floor. You stepped out first and Jacob followed. Pointing one way you give him a questioning look and he nods. You walk together in silence thinking how now would be the perfect time to ask for their number, but they’ve been silent this whole time maybe they don’t want to talk right now? Both of your minds hesitant to speak first. Jacob stops first.

“This is my door.” You look at the number on the door that is two off from your door number. Then that means.

“I’m the next door down. I didn’t know I had a new neighbor.” That wasn’t something you bothered paying attention to.

“From strangers to neighbors. Nice to meet you,” he jokes, smiling. You smile back.

“Nice to meet you too.”

“y/n, you seem like a really great person. If it’s ok with you, can I get your number? I think we would be good friends.” That should have been your line, you step closer to him, confessing.

“I actually wanted to ask you the same thing.” The two of you pull out your phones opening up contacts and exchanging phones, putting your info into the other’s phone. Taking back your phones, you take a step back. “Until next time.”

“Until then.” You turn around and start walking to your door. Jacob happily punches in his pin code. And steps into the door, but there was something else he wanted to say, so he poked his head out and saw you opening your door. “y/n,” you turn your head to look at the voice calling you. “Thank you, for making this night less lonely.” You smiled at the familiar words. “That’s it, good night, y/n.”

“Good night, Jacob.” The two of you heading into your respective homes with a tender smile. Hoping to see the other more often.

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[eurydicees]

what is your nano project about?

HI BESTIE TY FOR ASKING !!!! under the cut bc i don't know how to shut up

ok so i know i said i wasn't gonna write a follow up to "the path to gold..." but here's the thing. it's just a canon compliant future character study, there's no pressure of an au or anything. so like. i can fuck around and find out, y'feel me.

anyways *twirls hair* soooooo you know how i love iwaoi.

connect the dots here....... that's right. it's iwaoi relationship study time. i am in hell figuring these characters out and boy do i fucking love burning.

i'm starting post-karasuno game and working my way up to the olympics and atsumu and oikawa's service ace competition. i'm not sure if i'm gonna go past that bc, like, time and dedication and shit. we're already 1/3 of the way through the month and i go back to work on mon. but we'll see!

i think i'm gonna kinda speed run iwaizumi's uni years, but i also really want to work with the long distance friendship they've got going on. so maybe speed run years 3-4 and do a longer bit for first year n sophomore year? undecided, but getting close to that section so i should probably commit now. we'll see how overboard i get today lmfao. (today is the first day i have internet connection in a hot sec, so it's the first day i can actually write)

overall tropes:

breaking up & making up

long distance friendship / relationship

pining !!! so much fucking pining holy shit !!!!!

communication !!! they need to do it !!!!!

love of all variations

lmk if u have q's or want to talk abt this or have inspiration for me or just want more info !!! GOD i want to talk about this story !!! it's been living rent free in my head all of july and i'm finally getting to write it all out !!!! feel free to offer suggestions or just vibe with me abt the idea or w/e :D

also, finally, an excerpt bc i think this part slaps:

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They make their way home in silence, just their breaths between them. It’s a nice night, with the bugs chirping in the bushes and the wind whispering in the trees. Iwaizumi, as he walks, can’t help some weight from growing over his shoulders, some voice reminding him that everything is ending and everything is changing and everything is going to disintegrate within his hands even as he holds on tighter. 

“Oikawa,” he starts. Then he stops. He doesn’t want to make it real, but he knows that he has to. His volleyball career might be over for the most part, but Oikawa’s has barely started, and he knows that it means something for the two of them. He’s not sure what, yet, but he knows that something is changing. Then, again, “Oikawa.” 

“Yeah?” Oikawa asks. He’s still quiet, subdued. Iwaizumi wants to take that feeling away, pull all sadness out of him like string, crumple it up in a ball, burn it. 

He does none of that. He doesn’t know how. 

Instead, he says, “Even when you’re an old man, you probably won’t be happy.” / END TRANSCRIPT]

[writeblrfantasy]

excerpt from order of the sun: cerrick is wearing fancy clothes. that's all you need to know.

this is some prose i've been trying to write for a while and it just hasn't come out the way i wanted it to until last night. i hope you enjoy this as much as i do.

also, i know i should be posting some excerpts that aren't just njord gushing over cerrick, because that's only one part of this book, but my excuse is that i don't have much else written yet. sorry?

Njord lets out a tortured noise without the stain of true pain, and lifts a hand dramatically to his forehead. “Cerrick, my love, you wound me with your very existence. I shall collapse dead on the ground at any moment if you keep up like this.”

Cerrick flushes from the roots of his hair to the soles of his feet, warm for once thanks to the thick socks allowed only to someone like him. “I’m not doing anything.”

“And for that I am eternally jealous, but also grateful that the heavens have blessed me with a creature so quick to take my breath away. Some might count such a distraction a curse. I say, though there are no adequate words to articulate your beauty, you look stunning.” Njord steps closer. In the evening candlelight, the sunset fading orange behind clouds through the curtains, Njord doesn’t look so bad either.

His brown robes with teal embroidery are less eye catching than Cerrick’s, perhaps, but the green and gold thread carefully woven into his shining braid makes Cerrick wonder how anyone could pass him by, height or not. “Enrapturing. Gorgeous.”

Cerrick flushes harder, if possible. “You’re a flatterer. You do not mean such things. We barely know each other.”

“I am trying to change that, but all I need to know right now is here in front of me.” Njord takes his shoulders and spins him back towards the mirror. “Just look at yourself, Cerrick. Your attendants are cruel to me and everyone else who will have the experience of seeing you tonight.”

Cerrick smiles. The words might sound pretty, but he’s still convinced they’re insincere as hell. He gathers the courage to quip, “I promise they don’t make them all like me in Kryos.”

“Good to know if I were to ever visit, though I doubt anyone could tear my eyes from you.”

Cerrick steps out of his grasp. He is too much.

“If only you would allow me to know you beyond the parts you cannot hide,” Njord gestures to his body up and down, “I know I would find you just as beautiful.” It is not a pressure, Cerrick knows. It’s an honest wish, Njord’s keen desire. A promise. Cerrick can guess that Njord is one of those crazy people who would wait too long for something like that without complaint. Cerrick strives not to be one of the people who allows it.

Not tonight, though.

“All in due time,” he says, smiling politely. Njord bows his head in acknowledgement.

“Shall we depart?”

Cerrick lets him hold the door open.

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