#sent to tempt me

[domm1etae]

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yunho grew up in a christian family, always doing the right thing, but he’s been hiding a dark secret for years—he has forbidden thoughts about boys, thoughts he’s begged god to take away.

starting college was supposed to help him stay focused, but then he meets his new roommate, song mingi. mingi is everything yunho fears—tattoos, charm, and way too much confidence. when they’re forced to work together on a project, yunho’s carefully built walls start to crumble.

yunho’s sure mingi is a test sent by the devil, but what if he’s here to teach yunho something completely different?

pairing: yunho x mingi

genre: smut, angst, fluff, romance, m/m, non!idol!ateez, sub!yunho, dom!mingi, drama, coming of age, collage, religion

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more to be added hehe, collage, roommates, sub!yunho, dom!mingi, bad boy mingi and religious church good boy yunho same-sex attraction, m/m, teasing, dark themes, homophobia, self discovery, pet names, strangers to lovers, religion and religious topics

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[reactionimagesdaily]

I actually don't have the heart to answer these two asks and separate them

[canisalbus]

In the Warriors Cats, clan cats are given names which contain prefix and suffix. The prefix is the first part of the cat name what is given to them by their parents or leader of their clan. Usually it has something to do with one's appearance or personality(for example, a white kitten can be named Whitekit). And the suffix is the second part of the name. All clan kits have the -kit suffix, while all apprentices usually have the -paw suffix, but a warrior's suffix can be practically anything - again, it can have something to do with their appearance, personality, a honorable thing they did, or it may be just a word added after the prefix(Yellowgrass, Whitefur, Gorsestep, anything known to wild cats and related to their life really). Loners and kittypets can have any name though, it, again, can be some object, animal, ect; or a name given to them by Twolegs. Cats also can change their names if they don't like their previous ones anymore, I guess. Oh, and leaders usually have that -star suffix to their names to signify their connection to their ancestors and beliefs. I think Machete would have a name related to his rather unusual appearance — something like Palefleer, Thin/Bleachthroat or Houndripple. Or Longsnout.

As for Vasco, I personally often associate him with sun and sunshine, flowers, and golden color for his fur. Goldenheart and Goldensun or Goldblossom sound pretty much elegant. I wonder how Ludovica's name may sound like. Speckledove? Daisyleaf? I thing it will definitely something related to her fur and eye color or flowers/plants theme.

And while we are at it, I believe Machete will be come kind of healer there. I wonder how he and Vasco could've met with each other. I can already imagine them running away and secretly meeting at night to spend some time together away from their clans, aha.

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[pikinanouart]

Ok but what if, in the movie, Yor meets Fem!Twillight and has conflicted emotions about it?

[dollyyun]

can you do continuation for the "video call"? it's sooooo good 😭, i need to know what happened next..

the way i already planned to write a part 2 of video call in advanced (i can’t help it IM A HORNDOG FOR HIM)

[whetstonefires]

#4 please !

Now see this could be tricky, because generally if I don't get some key elements written down very quickly the idea flows away again and the 'yet' disappears, even if I remember generally what it was about, but I have one this time! I am still just enough plagued by this vision that it's not out of the question I'll go for the capture, but so far nada.

Idea was basically a Jiang family character study by way of modern au. (So tw canonical abuse.) I started from the reflection, in a modern au very high chance the Jiangs are divorced, because being a divorcee wouldn't necessarily ruin Yu Ziyuan in the modern world, as long as she was allowed to control the narrative enough that she didn’t look at fault, so it might be on the table.

Especially because modern views on child abuse are such that while she'd hold back more than she already does in terms of physical chastisement, Jiang Fengmian would also be under less societal pressure to not interfere in her disciplinary system too much, and both these factors mean he’s more likely to put his foot down.

So, concept: Jiang Fengmian, when his son is eight and his daughter thirteen, forces the issue of taking in his best friends' abused orphan child whom he’s just managed to track down in a nightmarish group home, probably leveraging the fact that wherever their money comes from it's mostly his, something he usually doesn't do, but she has always known he could, and been fucked up about it (reasonable) and hated him a little (less so) and hates him so much more now (understandable but still fucked up).

They were obviously still both pressured into this marriage by their families, because I literally cannot imagine them choosing one another of their own free will, and if they did that would be an au in an even more dramatic way than being modern, and no longer work as a character or relationship study as far as I'm concerned. I mean or it’s a cql-based au, but that’s not the version of this toxic marriage I find compelling.

Situation subsequently deteriorates to the point that when the boys are around twelve some outside party observes and is repulsed or otherwise upset by Yu Ziyuan's treatment of Wei Wuxian specifically--she's emotionally abusive to everyone in the family, canonically, and it harms Jiang Cheng significantly more than Wei Wuxian, which I think is also pretty explicit on the page, but she's more openly antagonistic about going after wwx because he's basically a proxy for her husband, whom she doesn't consider to be someone she's capable of harming.

And ofc in a modern family scenario, being abusive to your foster kid is more plainly personal misconduct than being unfair in how you discipline one of your husband's many students, even if it is his favorite. Which means she's very unlikely to chase him around with a whip, but whatever she does do will sting that much more emotionally.

Anyway the outside judgement provokes a more explicit confrontation than the last four years of maneuver and attempting to balance all the competing needs according to two very different standards. And the upshot is that by the time wwx is 13, the Jiangs are divorced. To avoid making a humiliating spectacle of themselves they present a weirdly united front in court and have a very smooth uncontested proceding, although the closed meetings with their respective lawyers involved a lot of vitriol.

Yu Ziyuan, despite having a smallish trust fund and probably a job of some kind, though one that's more prestigious than profitable like uh. Olympic fencing coach. Idk what they make but it's probably not enormous. She and Cangse Sanren probably competed in the same events back in the day.

Anyway she gets a solid chunk of alimony, the house, and primary custody of both her children, although Jiang Yanli is almost 18 at this point so mostly she just gets Jiang Cheng. Everyone thinks Jiang Cheng wants it that way, including sort of Jiang Cheng; he has this idea that if he has his mom to himself they'll finally have a good relationship, even though he's also terrified of being left all alone with her. He's complicated. Families are complicated.

Also she would never have forgiven him if he hadn't concurred that he wanted to stay with his mother because she was the only one On His Side.

Jiang Yanli ofc does not move out right away when she comes of age, in part because her brother needs her, but she probably does go to college, so she's only around part-time.

Jiang Fengmian, meanwhile, keeps most of his financial assets and Wei Wuxian, and gets his kids on the weekends.

So that's all setup for how you have this situation where Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng are entering high school--probably the same school, together, but no longer sharing the commute except maybe Monday mornings--and Wei Wuxian's primary residence is Jiang Cheng's dad's apartment.

It’s really chill. They get a cleaning service in once a week and eat a lot of delivery food, but they do cook at least once a week. The canonical thing where they largely agree about what’s funny and what’s right-or-wrong, and so forth, on the one hand really pops when there’s mostly no external conflict disrupting it, but also probably gains more complexity now that it’s not a thread of positivity fighting for its life against a background of drama. They get to know each other better than they ever had a chance to in canon.

Some of that isn't all that positive, because now they have the space to discover the places where they do actually have the capacity for friction, but both of them are very good at dispersing tension (I do tend to suspect jfm's dad was abusive he sure acts like it), and on the whole it's a good thing.

Jiang Cheng is going to have such a mental health crisis, and Jiang Fengmian is going to handle it so badly. Because of course when his son starts replicating his ex-wife's toxic attitudes and behaviors more now that she has primary custody, he’s going to feel guilty and like it’s His Fault, but he’s going to feel like it’s his fault that Jiang Cheng is growing up to be a shitty abusive person.

And even if he’d never say that the subtext would come through, in the assumptions he made when framing communications and so forth, as in canon, so the thing where Jiang Cheng’s father loves Wei Wuxian more than him, or at any rate likes him better and thinks he’s a better person and prefers his company, would wind up feeding into a self-reinforcing loop.

(Jin Zixuan's nasty public remark about Jiang Fengmian treating Wei Wuxian better than his own children hits Jiang Cheng significantly harder in this scenario, where he's being Tormented by the feeling that all his peers know his dad walked out on him for another son. Wei Wuxian's punch is therefore even more clearly primarily for Jiang Cheng's sake, although Jiang Cheng is probably more inclined to see it as being for his dad's. Jin Zixuan is about halfway between the Jiang kids' ages here, so he's a senior saying this shit to a sophomore.)

So that cycle builds to the point where Jiang Cheng would eventually have one of those rare moments where he resorts to actual violence, because his poisoned feelings are choking him so bad his rationality deserts him.

He’s not going to be nearly as close to actually murdering Wei Wuxian as he was in canon the night the Jiang Sect was massacred, because it’s a less extreme situation, but he still goes for the neck. So Jiang Fengmian is in his home office one Saturday about a year and a half into this new normal, and realizes the boys are fighting. He hears through the wall the accusation you stole my dad. He says to himself, well that’s terrible but interjecting myself into this situation would definitely make it worse.

Then he hears sounds of violence, and then an ominous abrupt silence, and updates that analysis.

And when he opens the door to the boys’ room, Wei Wuxian is being strangled. He’s not really resisting, which is because he’s made the call that that’s way more likely to get Jiang Cheng to snap out of it, and thinks it might make Jiang Cheng feel better to get it out of his system (because he does sort of feel like what Jiang Cheng is going through is all his fault, or at any rate is much worse as a result of decisions made for his sake) and is severely underestimating the dangers of choking, but looks to a third party like he’s already passed out and Jiang Cheng is still at it. Which is to say, it looks like a serious murder attempt on the brink of success.

So that sure made that situation worse!

So yeah that's my idea that I probably won't write but it sure has its teeth in me.

[cinematicnomad]

I EXCHANGED NUMBERS WITH MY CRUSH!! AND!! He joined my and 2 friends/coworkers for dinner after originally turning us down. And the way he decided to join us?? Was by calling me and asking if we were at the bar we’d mentioned and if it was ok for him to join 🥰🥰

[necrotic-nephilim]

do you ship helena bertinelli with anyone? if yes, then which characters and why? what's your favorite helena ship? do you have any helena rarepairs? (i know you've talked about helena/steph and you're so right about it, it's a very interesting ship)

!!!! i have so many ships for my best girl ever yes oh my god thank you for asking.

my top pairing is probably Vic Sage/the Question. Vic is the basic answer, but man. i love them so much. no couple has matched each other's freak like that have. Justice League Unlimited is a great adaptation of Helena in general, but it also did a great adaptation of Helena and Vic's relationship. how he just dedicates himself to helping her with no expected return, but also wants to make sure she doesn't go too far in a hunt for vengeance that never ends for her. i think a lot of characters often want to change Helena or expect things out of her for their own needs, like the Batfam and the BoP. but Vic is one of the few people who just wants her to be better for her own good. when he tries to stop her from killing it's not because of his morals, it's because he doesn't want this crusade to consume her. and i just. man i think about them a lot. Helena rlly likes weird little men who give themselves wholly to her.

Zinda Blake/Lady Blackhawk is also a top ship for me. tbh i just like Zinda. but i do love how Helena and Zinda interact, being the more rough and tumble members of the BoP. they're both outsiders, in different ways. Helena is an outsider of the Batfam and Zinda is literally from a different time and an outsider to the current world. their friendship is so genuine and i think if Babs and Dinah can have. whatever homoerotic nonsense going on during BoP, then Zinda and Helena deserve some homoerotic nonsense too. as a treat.

if we're willing to count New-52 Helena, then i enjoy Helena/Dick/Tiger. i think Helena and Dick being a past relationship is really important in pre-Flashpoint for Helena's development, though i don't ship them as a serious couple beyond a fling. but in the New-52, i think this throuple be fun. Helena and Tiger respect each other as two very driven, no-nonsense agents and then well. they both clearly have some kind of thing for Dick. so it's fun finding the balance of how they could all work together romantically.

and ofc. it's a crime to mention Helena ships and not mention Renee Montoya/the Question. every time they interact it's really fucking gay. it's so gay that Kate Kane, Renee's own ex, assumed Helena and Renee were gay. i cannot be convinced against this ship. i genuinely think this ship should be canon. i mean. DC did tease us with this moment from an alternate universe and it's lived rent for me since. fucking criminal for us to only get one panel of what we could have if DC let Helena be a fruit in the main universe. being in love with Helena Bertinelli should be a right of passage for the Question mantle, i personally believe. if you asked me like. genuinely who i want to see Helena date in the current comics, Renee is my top pick. (i would say Vic but he's fucking dead and the New-52 butchered him so rip my mans-)

lois lane (2019) #10

besides those ships, just about every ship for Helena probably falls into the category of rarepair. like you said i've talked about my love for Helena/Steph before bc god. i think it should be a thing more people ship. once i finish the fic i'm writing about them i will convince others to like it.

i also think Helena/Cass could be fun. in a *lot* of ways Helena and Cass are narrative parallels to each other. Helena was a victim of her family being murdered at about the same age Cass was forced to be a murderer. Helena grows up to believe in lethal justice because of this, and Cass grows up to be staunchly against it. Cass' Batgirl suit was made *by* Helena. they both want to be protectors of the most vulnerable people. they balance each other out in a lot of ways and i think they should kiss about it.

also probably a rarepair, i think Helena/Lady Shiva is fun. their fight during Birds of Prey (2010) had... questionable moments for Helena's characterization, but i do love so much that Helena knocks Shiva off her feet and gains a deep respect from Shiva. like. Shiva gives her a nickname and shows her admiration. i would like to see fanfic where Shiva continues to be weirdly admirable of Helena and bothering her non-stop. they could be a fun fucked up toxic yuri moment. this is just. so gay to me.

birds of prey (2010) #6

my most rare Helena pair would probably be Helena Wayne, actually. but specifically Helena Wayne of JSA (2022). ever since, for some reason, it was made canon that the current Helena Wayne was named after Helena Bertinelli and took the name Huntress to honor her i *cannot* stop thinking about them meeting. because in-universe it makes *no* fucking sense for Bruce to name his kid after *Helena Bertinelli*, someone he's regularly at odds with and doesn't like. it's clearly an awkward explanation to try to make the whole two Huntress situation make sense. (it's almost as bad as Helena Wayne in the New-52 using Helena Bertinelli as an alias.) but because it's such an odd choice, i do think it could be fun for Helena Wayne, when she's back in time to see Bruce, to find Helena Bertinelli to get to know the woman she was named after and Helena Bertinelli just being. baffled by the idea of *Batman* naming his kid after her. it could be a fun fucked up moment.

my other super rarepair is Kara Zor-L/Power Girl. they had like. one meaningful interaction of JSA Classified and it's been PLAGUING me. something about when Power Girl doesn't remember her past and she's seeking a friend, she instinctively goes to find Huntress? but it's wrong bc this isn't *her* Huntress and neither of them understand why Power Girl would seek Helena out? god it's so good. i'm always a big fan of ships where one person in the ship is *so* obviously using the other person as a replacement for someone they lost and they both know it. it's such a doomed angsty thing where you could play with Helena actually really liking Kara, but knowing that she's just a replacement for Kara's Helena Wayne. good fucked up shit man.

and lastly: i really ship her with Dawn Granger/Dove. there's no canon basis for this, they didn't have a ton of interactions even when they were both on the BoP. but there's a very kind innocence to Dawn that contrasts Helena's violence really well. and i do love a ship with a corruption kink vibe to it. let Helena corrupt Dawn. i could write such fucked up porn about these two.

[stuartgibson]

Destroy me, Dave Gahan

[domm1etae]

sent to tempt me - chapter ten

chapter ten: unlikely truce

chapter summary: After an unexpected confession, Yunho finds himself tangled in a web of conflicting emotions as Mingi reveals the reasons behind his cold and teasing behavior. As tension between them rises, Mingi proposes a surprising deal

pairing: yunho x mingi

genre: smut (not yet but there will be eventually), angst, fluff, romance, m/m, non!idol!ateez, sub!yunho, dom!mingi, drama, coming of age, collage, religion

rating: 18+ (for the whole series bc there will be smut eventually) | mdni

word count: 2.3k

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collage, roommates, sub!yunho, dom!mingi, bad boy mingi and religious church good boy yunho same-sex attraction, m/m, teasing, dark themes, homophobia, self discovery, pet names, strangers to lovers, religion and religious topics, aaaand more will be added soon hehehe

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author's note: well yeeeah this already came out 2 days ago but i didn't have time to upload it here ooops

Yunho sat frozen, his brain short-circuiting as Mingi’s casual words replayed in his head. He doesn’t hate me? The idea was almost too foreign to process. Mingi’s tone had been so nonchalant, like this was a normal thing to say, but it hit Yunho like a brick to the chest. He couldn’t even form a proper response, his mouth opening and closing as his wide-eyed stare locked on his roommate.

Mingi tilted his head, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips. “What’s with the face? Did I break you?”

Yunho blinked rapidly, snapping out of his daze. “N-No! It’s just...” He trailed off, his voice catching. “I don’t understand. Why would you even say that?”

“Say what?” Mingi asked, leaning back against the couch like he hadn’t just turned Yunho’s world upside down.

Yunho hesitated, his gaze flickering uncertainly to Mingi’s face. “You don’t hate me?” His voice was quiet, almost hesitant, as if saying it too loudly might shatter the fragile reality he was trying to grasp.

Mingi sighed, running a hand through his hair before resting his arm along the back of the couch. “Yeah. I mean, earlier, when you knocked on my door, you said, ‘I know you probably hate me.’ And... I get why you’d think that, with how I’ve been acting, but—” he glanced at Yunho with a small smile that was oddly genuine, “I don’t hate you, man. Don’t worry about it.”

Yunho stared at him, his thoughts spiraling. He doesn’t hate me. He doesn’t hate me? It didn’t make sense. Mingi was always teasing him, pushing his buttons, being... well, Mingi. How could he possibly not hate him?

“Why?” Yunho blurted out, the word escaping before he could think it through.

Mingi chuckled softly, the sound warm and easy in the quiet room. “Why what?”

“Why don’t you hate me?” Yunho asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He felt ridiculous even asking, but he needed to know.

Mingi shrugged, as if the answer was so simple it didn’t even need much thought. “Why would I? You’re, like, the perfect roommate. You’re neat, you’re helping me patch up my wounds right now—even though you didn’t have to. Hell, you didn’t even say a word when my one-night stand was moaning loud enough for the whole building to hear.”

The room suddenly felt ten degrees hotter. Yunho’s face turned a deep shade of crimson, his hands twitching where they rested in his lap. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Mingi, his eyes instead locking onto the first-aid kit like it held all the answers to his current predicament.

Mingi’s smirk widened as he leaned forward slightly, clearly enjoying Yunho’s discomfort. “See? Perfect roommate. I don’t know anyone else who wouldn’t complain about that.”

“I-I just didn’t want to make it awkward,” Yunho mumbled, his voice barely audible as his gaze stayed fixed on the bandages. As if it wasn’t already awkward enough, he thought bitterly.

“Aw, you’re adorable when you’re flustered, you know that?” Mingi teased, his tone light and playful as always.

Yunho’s heart stuttered, his blush spreading to the tips of his ears. He felt like his entire body was betraying him, reacting to Mingi’s words in ways he couldn’t control. His chest tightened, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of everything. Mingi didn’t hate him. Mingi thought he was a good roommate—perfect, even. And now, Mingi was sitting there, looking at him like he was amused by Yunho’s embarrassment.

But amidst the storm of thoughts in Yunho’s head, one question burned brighter than the rest, cutting through his flustered haze. “But... if you don’t hate me, then...” He hesitated, glancing up at Mingi, who was watching him curiously. “Why do you always tease me? And why were you so mean all the time?”

Mingi froze at that, his smirk fading slightly as his eyes flickered with something Yunho couldn’t quite place.

Mingi didn’t answer Yunho’s question right away. Instead, he leaned back on the couch, his arms crossed over his chest. His face was unreadable, the playful smirk from earlier long gone. Yunho fidgeted in the silence, his mind racing with what felt like a million possibilities.

Finally, Mingi sighed, his voice flat. “Look, Yunho. It’s not that I think you’re a bad roommate or anything. Actually, you’re a good one. Great, even. But... my friends? They don’t exactly agree.”

Yunho’s breath hitched, confusion prickling at the back of his mind. “Your friends? What do they have to do with this?”

Mingi gave a dry laugh, shaking his head. “You really don’t see it, do you?” He looked at Yunho, his gaze sharp. “When they see you, they don’t think, ‘Oh, Yunho, the nice guy who’s neat and helpful. Let's hang out with him, read books and study well. Yay!’ They think, ‘What the hell is someone like me doing with someone like you?’”

The words struck Yunho like a slap, a pang of recognition hitting him as his memory flickered back to earlier in the semester. He remembered walking into the literature class that day, how Mingi’s group of friends had burst into laughter the second they saw the pairing list. The way one of them had nudged Mingi with a grin and said, “Seriously, you’re stuck with him? Good luck, dude.”

At the time, Yunho had tried to brush it off as some inside joke he didn’t understand. But now, the pieces started to click. They weren’t laughing at Mingi—they were laughing at him.

He swallowed hard, his heart sinking. So that’s what they think of me, he thought bitterly. Some loser who’s so far beneath Mingi that it’s actually funny.

Mingi’s voice pulled him out of his spiraling thoughts. “If I’d been all friendly with you from the start, they wouldn’t have let it go. You don't even know what went down when i defended you while they were over playing games here with me. They’d have been all over you—messing with you, talking behind your back, making you miserable. You’d never have wanted to come back to this dorm or school, trust me.”

Yunho’s hands clenched in his lap, his knuckles whitening. “So... you were mean to me because you didn’t want your friends to notice us getting along?”

Mingi shrugged, his expression indifferent. “Pretty much. It’s not like I had a choice. They’re not the type to let things slide. I figured keeping my distance—and, yeah, being a little rough—was the easiest way to keep you out of their crosshairs.”

Yunho stared at him, his chest tightening. He wasn’t sure what hurt more: the idea that Mingi had been mean to him on purpose, or the fact that it had all been to avoid the judgment of his so-called friends.

“You’re saying you did it for my own good?” Yunho’s voice cracked slightly, a mix of confusion and sadness spilling out.

Mingi nodded, his tone matter-of-fact. “Yeah. You wouldn’t have lasted a week if they’d treated you like...well something you don't want to know.” He gave a humorless chuckle. “And trust me, they’d have made sure you knew it.”

Yunho’s gaze dropped to his lap, his thoughts swirling in a chaotic mess. A part of him wanted to be angry—angry that Mingi had made him feel so small for weeks, angry that his so-called “protection” had come in the form of relentless teasing and coldness. But another part of him couldn’t help but feel... pathetic.

They really think I’m a joke, huh? he thought, a bitter taste rising in his throat. Even Mingi couldn’t see a way to protect me without treating me like I couldn’t handle it.

His voice was soft when he finally spoke. “I guess... I guess I should say thank you. For telling me, I mean.”

Mingi shrugged again, his demeanor unbothered. “Don’t mention it. Like I said, it’s not personal.”

But to Yunho, it was personal. How could it not be, when the words lingered in his chest, heavy and suffocating?

Yunho cleared his throat, trying to steady his voice. “Okay, we’ve only got the cut on your lip left, so... you’ll be out of here in a sec.”

Mingi nodded, leaning back casually, but there was something unreadable in his expression. “Alright,” he said simply.

Yunho scooted closer, his fingers trembling slightly as he picked up the antiseptic-soaked cotton pad. He focused all his attention on Mingi’s bottom lip, trying his best to ignore how close they were. The cut wasn’t deep, but it had bled enough earlier to look worse than it was.

Carefully, Yunho dabbed at the wound, biting his own lip in concentration. His other hand hovered near Mingi’s chin for support, but he hesitated to actually touch him.

What Yunho didn’t notice, however, was the way Mingi’s gaze lingered on him. Mingi wasn’t looking at the first-aid kit, or the cotton pad, or even the cut on his lip. He was looking directly at Yunho—at the way Yunho’s brows furrowed in focus, at the way his lips parted slightly as he worked, and at the faint blush creeping up Yunho’s neck.

It wasn’t until Yunho finally glanced up, their eyes meeting, that the weight of Mingi’s stare hit him like a freight train. Yunho froze, his breath catching in his throat.

For a moment, neither of them said anything. The air felt heavier somehow, the silence stretching between them. Yunho felt his cheeks grow hot, the realization that he’d been so close to Mingi without even realizing it making his heart pound against his ribs.

But he didn’t look away.

Mingi’s eyes flickered down—to Yunho’s lips—and lingered there for what felt like an eternity. Then, with a low chuckle, he said, “Really, don’t take it personally. I mean it when I say I like having you around.”

Yunho’s chest tightened, his mind spinning as he tried to process the words. But before he could respond, Mingi leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a near whisper.

“And you’re actually pretty cute,” Mingi added, his lips quirking into a lazy smile. “I like your kind.”

The words hit Yunho like a lightning bolt. His entire body tensed, his heart racing so fast he thought it might burst. What does he mean by that? Yunho thought, panicking as his face flushed an even deeper shade of red.

He bolted upright so fast he nearly dropped the first-aid kit. “O-Okay, all done!” Yunho blurted, his voice pitched higher than he intended.

Mingi’s smirk widened as he leaned back, completely unbothered by Yunho’s sudden flustered state. “Will I need to undergo some more of Doctor Yunho’s check-ups tomorrow?” he teased, the glint in his eyes unmistakable.

Yunho stammered, struggling to find his words. “Y-Yeah, I-I guess I can t-take a look at it,” he stuttered, clutching the first-aid kit like it was a lifeline. He turned toward the door, desperate to escape the unbearable tension in the room.

But before he could take another step, Mingi’s voice stopped him. “Hey, Yunho.”

Yunho turned slowly, his pulse still racing. “Y-Yeah?”

Mingi’s gaze was steady, his smirk still lingering. “Let’s make a deal.”

Yunho stood frozen near the door, his pulse still pounding from the tension of moments ago. He clutched the first-aid kit tightly, unsure whether Mingi’s “deal” would be something he could handle.

Mingi noticed Yunho’s hesitation and let out a soft chuckle, his expression relaxing slightly. “Don’t worry,” he said, his tone casual but firm. “It won’t be anything bad.”

Yunho blinked, his nerves still on edge. “What... what kind of deal?” he asked cautiously.

“For the sake of our project and our dorm room,” Mingi began, sitting up straighter and meeting Yunho’s gaze, “let’s be friends.”

Yunho’s brows shot up in disbelief. “What?” he blurted, his voice almost cracking.

Mingi shrugged as if the suggestion were the most obvious thing in the world. “You know, let’s be nice to each other. Get to know each other a little. Our work on the project will go a lot smoother if we’re not constantly at each other’s throats.”

Yunho frowned, the offer catching him completely off guard. “You... want us to be friends?”

“Sort of,” Mingi said, leaning back against the couch with a faint smirk. “But not like... best friends or anything. Let’s keep it casual—just here, in the dorm. No need to act all buddy-buddy when we’re out in public. That would not really work you know. But I will try being less mean to you in public.”

Yunho’s stomach churned at the thought, remembering how Mingi’s friends had laughed about them being project partners. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of embarrassment, but Mingi’s words made a strange kind of sense.

“So... just in the dorm?” Yunho asked hesitantly, his voice softer now.

Mingi nodded, his expression unreadable but less cold than before. “Yeah. Think of it like... a truce. We’ll be nice to each other here, work on the project, and maybe even get along a little.” He tilted his head, his smirk returning. “What do you think?”

Yunho hesitated, his heart still racing from everything that had just happened. Friends? Or something close to it? The idea felt strange—almost surreal—but a part of him wanted to believe that maybe things could get better between them.

After a long pause, Yunho nodded. “O-Okay,” he said quietly. “I guess we can... try that.”

Mingi’s smirk widened slightly, and he leaned back with an air of satisfaction. “Good. This’ll make things a lot easier. And hey,” he added with a faint glint in his eyes, “you might even like me if you give it a chance.”

Yunho didn’t know how to respond to that, so he quickly turned toward the door. “I-I should, uh, put this away,” he mumbled, lifting the first-aid kit slightly.

He hurried off to his room before Mingi could say anything else, his face flushed and his thoughts a whirlwind. What just happened? Did Mingi really mean it? Yunho wasn’t sure, but one thing was certain: this truce—or whatever it was—would definitely take some getting used to.

[letyukisayfuck]

so like in theory i could just buy all of the doujin lns. in practice this is what we call a Bad Idea but historically i am somewhat prone to those so we'll see what the future holds

[gayfrasier]

every semester i end up renting at least 1 textbook from chegg and every time they send me a can of whatever energy drink they’re partnering with which would be cool and sweet if i drank energy drinks at all

[altruistic-meme]

............ i want to come out.

[chiropteracupola]

As Fortuna sits idly by / I spin her wheel with all my might / crushing my kin for warring-wage / minted from the ivory of your tooth and eye...

[flintlock fortress is a collaboration with @dxppercxdxver]

[xx-psych0-rabbit-xx]

nyways to complain abt smth petty this new era of ableism by using mental illness as an aesthetic is rly harmful for me bc im psychotic ofc but its also harmful in this rly dumb way of "i rly enjoy reclaiming the quirky psycho aesthetic as a comfort thing n a new era of that might be giving me new funny terms to reclaim but it also means the chances someone mistakes me for a neurotypical n accuses me of ableism in some annoying ass savior complex way have gotten higher"

[shrub-jay]

eeby deeby is up, the core is down. give me another direction. possibly cardinal

Ummm, northwest? :)