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noisyquokka · 6 months

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October Eyes

PAIRING - Minho x GN!Reader

SYNOPSIS - Every inch of him is beautiful and captivating to you, always and forever. But his eyes. Oh, his eyes...

WORDCOUNT - 1.4k

WARNINGS - Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, kinda lovey-dovey, teasing if you squint, two (2) idiots hopelessly in love with each other

A/N - My little addition for Lino Day! Enjoy, Darlings!

It's somewhere between mid morning and noon with the way the sun bleeds light into the living room. Not that you care, oh, no. Not when you have the perfect view at this moment in time.

Your head is resting against his thigh, his current read propped up on the other. Your body has settled into the cushions beneath you, your heels digging into the fibers. Brown eyes flit across the page they're on, blinking closed every few seconds as if to hide from your adoring gaze. It's cat-like in nature; a contented half-lidded slip that has your fingers twitching to run through the dark tresses that frame his face.

"You're staring again."

He hasn't looked your way, but he can feel your eyes on him. Your lips twitch in a half grin.

"Am I?"

Time almost comes to a standstill as you slowly drink him in. You know every detail of his face like the back of your hand; the way his brows sit above those amber eyes, arching higher when you make a snide remark or he's being cheeky. Feline eyes that carry an impossible intensity. How they shine like fool's gold when they settle on you.

Another blink. Slender fingers twitching between your own. Cat eyes shifting.

You look away, back to your own book propped up on your knees. There's always a sharpness to his gaze — so precise as to shatter you like glass. Brown eyes hold you in their focus and it takes every ounce of willpower to keep your eyes on the book in your lap, turning a page with your free hand.

Minho is a patient man, he could wait for your eyes to meet his again. He could wait for minutes, hours, weeks. Years. But he doesn't, not at this moment.

His novel closes, the pages whispering their inked words into the crown of your skull with the force. You blink but you don't look away from your book, turning the page as if you're properly comprehending anything your pupils sweep across. Fingers brush against the flesh of your jaw, tapping softly under your chin to get your attention. That move. That move always works on you, and it's no different now. Eyelids flutter open as you tilt your head back to meet maple and cinnamon.

Your mind is somewhere entirely different now, as if Minho is the Sun and you're the planets that revolve around him. You breathe inward, the soft noises of the outside world seeping in but becoming nothing more than background static as your attention is captured once again. His body wash floods your nostrils.

"What's got you so enamored with me, Baby?" The way he asks is cocky in that signature Lee Minho way, a dark brow shooting up in question.

"Many, many things." You hum, letting your book fall between your thigh and the sofa. His right hand finds your left, fingers lacing together, wrapping over the skin in a sure squeeze. Your thumb grazes his knuckles in response.

"Enlighten me, would you?" His voice is a smooth, velvety croon, traveling through your ears. Messing with your brainwaves in the best way. His mouth curves into a smirk as he speaks, those tiny divots creasing at the corners of his lips. It's such a simple thing, small and inconspicuous when he smiles. But you notice it. You adore it.

"It's those eyes of yours," you murmur, your tone delicate as you study the man that gazes upon you. "Your eyes are like a deep forest, a mystery that pulls and pulls. Intimidating as a mountain lion. But lucky for you, I don't back down from a little mystery. Once you get through the darkness, they're the river that carries and cradles the forest's autumn leaves. They're dappled sunlight through a jar of honey. Just as warm and sweet. And that mountain lion? Just a tortoiseshell cat searching for a warm lap to curl up in."

You're rambling like a poet, passionately and ever longing for your muse. Every inch of him is beautiful and captivating to you, always and forever. But his eyes.

Oh, his eyes.

Your heart flutters in your chest, your brows twitching as you study his face.

Minho shakes his head slightly, and you have to suppress a gasp as he lifts you onto his lap, your hands clinging to him instinctively. Your words make Minho's stomach flip, a deep shiver rising up from it as your fingers twine tighter with his. He gives you a look, as if he's trying desperately to figure you out despite years of being together.

"I'd sell my soul to understand what goes on in that mind of yours." He says, voice soft, whispery. A crisp Autumn breeze on the lake, inviting goosebumps over your skin. Yet you feel warm having him so close to you, his hands running the span of your back. Your lips twitch up, fingers coming up to trail his jaw.

"Why sell your soul when you can hear every little thought straight from the source?"

"What else do you love about me, then?" His head shifts, a little light spark in those bourbon eyes at your gaze.

And you would. God, you would spill your guts just to see him glow with affection. But it seems that your little poetry session has ended because the words fail to come to you. You know exactly how much of your own emotions are written all over your face in this moment, and you make no attempt to hide it from him. You allow yourself to stare with soft eyes, smiling like a lovesick fool. Minho's hand runs along your back, fingers dancing down your spine.

"You."

The word is said with the utmost certainty, your eyes drifting to Minho's lips. "Every part of you."

Your lack of words are made up for with touches, hands caressing your Lover's skin with attentive care as they brush past a sharp jaw and collarbones.

It's intimate. You're not pawing at each other in a sexual haze. This isn't about lust and desire. It's intimate in the way two souls weave into one another after lifetimes apart; deep and delicate and raw and heavy. Safe. Sacred.

Your heart thuds in your chest, your entire body feeling lighter with each brush of Minho's hand along your skin. Your fingers trail up the side of his face, the palm of your hand pressing against the skin as you gently caress his cheekbone with your thumb. You know that what you're doing would make most partners feel insecure, but Minho presses into those touches like a needy feline. Holds your gaze as if there's nothing else on the planet to distract him from you, unabashed by all the attention you're happily giving him. Your chest rises and falls with your breaths, his thumb drawing tiny patterns into the soft flesh of your hip.

"I feel it's only fair to ask what you love about me?" You say, lashes fluttering as you lean back in his hold, draping your neck over the armrest of the couch.

Minho smiles down at you, that half-grin he often sports in your company making its way onto his face. He shifts so he's leaning closer to you, his breath hot on your neck as he speaks just above a whisper.

"Everything. Your eyes… your laugh… that little grin you give me when I try to kiss you- there it is," He leans in to press his lips to yours, smiling into it when you laugh between kisses. He leans back just enough to lock eyes with you again, those browns all consuming. "...the way you look at me… like I've created the universe just for you. I love everything about you."

You're looking up at him with stars in your eyes, completely and utterly devoid of anything other than a soul shattering affection as Minho's words sink in. His freehand comes to rest on the back of your neck, pulling you up to press a kiss to your forehead. It's long and lingering as he breathes you in, your pulse steady under his fingertips. Your lashes flutter at the contact.

"Love you." You mumble, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

"I love you."

You lean back into Minho's embrace, basking in the heat of his body and the softness of his touch. His gentle smile is like a warm blanket, wrapping you in a familiarity that's as cozy as any real fleece. It's intimate, but not like before. There are no long gazes or deep sighs, just the quiet comfort of being near each other.

Minho's hand rests over your shoulders and you lean into the gentle affection, your forehead resting against his chest. His breathing slows as the two of you sink into each other's embrace, October eyes watching over you as you begin to doze off.

Psst!! If you made it this far, thank you for taking the time to read my work 💕 I appreciate you!

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blue-jisungs · 2 years

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Omg no but a Minho fic with the dialogue prompts: 5, 41 and 48

And the action prompts: 7 and 22

??? I’m on my KNEES 😩🫧

lynx cubs

a/n. i hope this meets your expectations :D

warnings. period pains :( but lino is the best comforter <3

"hi sweetheart"

you groaned in response, peeking slightly from above the duvet. your eyes met lino’s soft, brown gaze.

"how are you feeling?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. you got your period, cramps more awful than ever. and as much as your boyfriend wanted to stay with you, he had to work. but he, right now, was back.

"bad. missed you. tired. sleepy. in pain. missed you" you whined and put away the ipad, opening the covers "come here?"

"you said you missed me twice so i guess i can" he teased you and his brows furrowed slightly, his head tilting "is that… my shirt?"

"i just wanted a piece of you nearby, even if that’s just a shirt. now come here because all my warmth is escaping" you mumbled and grabbed the hot water bottle that had gone cold. you sighed and put it away.

minho smiled sweetly. you wanted a piece of him nearby. the words themselves made his heart skip a beat. he nodded and fixed the hair that stuck to your forehead. suddenly you scrunched your face and he leaned away, looking at you as if he hurt you.

"no, it’s not it" you chuckled upon seeing his reaction. he nodded and laid down, resting his head on your lap "oh my–"

lion wanted to get up but you put your arm his neck and sighed.

"wait, i’ll fill up the hot water bottle–" lee know blurted out and wanted to get up but you stopped him, trying to cover him as much as you can without blocking the view for him.

"please don’t get up. i’m comfortable like this" you mumbled grabbed the ipad back, placing it next to you "and his is million times better than the water bottle"

he would lie if he said that he didn’t feel comfortable either. of course he didn’t say it out loud but he nuzzled his head gently so you took it as a agreement.

"what were you watching?" minho asked, grabbing the ipad.

"national geography…" you mumbled and felt him scoff as he unlocked it and reassumed the document about lynxes "i thought you wouldn’t want to…"

"of course i do" lino said so softly you thought you’re gonna explode from cuteness. you focused on the documentary, yet you still felt kinda empty.

"are you comfortable? for sure?" minho asked, sensing something’s wrong.

"can… can i hold your hand?" you mumbled so quietly that normally he’d tease you about it.

but for now he just put his hand up to grab yours at ease and interlocked your fingers with his, drawing shapes with his thumb as you watched the lynx cubs play with each other.

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skz-suki · 2 years

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✩ RELATIONSHIP WITH SKZ !

BANG CHAN — CHANKI

contact name/nickname: chanichani 🐺 🖤

popularity: 80%

• her first friend at jyp, they became friends just 2 days after her arrival cause he’d previously met her through lisa and minnie! he absolutely loves getting her input on every and anything from fashion to music! he always says she has good taste in everything so he likes to know how she feels about….everything!

• he protects her with his life, literally overreacts to anything even remotely bad involving her! total princess treatment but she doesn’t mind..only when he starts to annoy her with it 😭 it’s cute tho!!!

• tries to baby her but she always pulls an the uno reverse card and babies him instead, she’ll literally run him baths, cook and bring dinners to him at the company, drive him wherever he wants (when they’re allowed to ofc), she’s kinda like his older sister/mom sometimes even tho she’s younger than him, it’s sweet really

• likes to converse with her in english, just to tease the way she pronounces some words. “why do you say it like that???? why just why???” and suki always says “i’m from new york.”

• very supportive of her and any wild or crazy decision she makes. when she told him she was gonna cut her hair and dye it bright red he was like “oh! hell yeah”

• although she’s just as loud and chaotic as the next stray kid, she helps chan calm everyone down especially because she can be very assertive if need be. if chans the father she’s like the mother.

• one of the only members allowed to put chan in his place, she’s the first to let him know when he needs to sit the hell down and go to sleep.

• was there with chan the whole time during his nasal surgery, brought him anything he needed and took care of him during his short recovery period.

• she’s still trying to convince him to get the wrist surgery

• sometimes stays at the dorms with him and felix during breaks

• lots of late nights in the studio, he likes to make a messy beat and have suki freestyle on it, just to test her skill and she loves it!

• their dynamic is very wholesome in general, you can tell the love they have for each other is genuine and precious

LEE KNOW — MINKI

contact/nickname: minmin 🐱🐰

popularity: 65%

• powerful dance duo!!!!

• calls him her annoying little brother (he’s 2 years older than her)

• the definition of opposites attract because who would’ve thought they’d be this..close????

• their form of affection for each other is quality time, they like to do very mundane task together like going to the grocery store or she’ll even accompany him to doctors appointments and vice versa! if she goes to the gym with any of the kids it’s probably him too~

• she likes to call soongie, doongie and dori her nephews and sometimes goes home with lino just to see the cats.

• calls him minmin, no one really knows why or how the nickname came up but it stuck and only she’s allowed to call him that.

• the two have multiple unposted dance covers together and they’ve even attended multiple hiphop workshops together. she really values his validation and opinions on her dancing or choreography.

• defends him against any and all ignorant comments about his personality, he’s genuinely one of the most kind hearted, selfless people she knows and she lets it be known!!

• she looks up to him and admires him like no other, and she’s always paying attention and taking note of how he reacts/responds to things, she’s just genuinely very endeared by him 🥺

• he is also re-learning ballet with her (he looks cute in the little ballet skirt)

• will follow him into a lions den tbh, she adores him so so so much

• they used to but heads a lot predebut cause suki wasn’t used to having him lead the dance practices and she would always challenge his authority 😭😭😭 but they talked it out and have been able to allow one another to lead in the practice room

CHANGBIN — BINKI

contact/nickname: bini 🐯😇

popularity: 100%

• her fucking soulmate, that’s literally the only way to describe their relationship

• they have what some people call…a consensual workplace relationship if you know what i mean

• she doesn’t like calling him dwaekki as she thinks he’s more of a tiger type, there for she calls him her tiger!

• the kid she’s closest to (1/3), since she’s not able to go back home she always goes home with him. his family loves her and she is even close with his sister.

• changbin gets her on another level and listens to all her concerns, no matter how triggering or worrying. he never judges her and always welcomes her.

• gave her the nickname star predebut, he’s one of the first people to see her potential and knew she was gonna be very successful.

• says that she’s the star in the groups nights sky! (she got that tattooed going down her forearm)

• she’s always. always with him. stays even began to call him her bodyguard because she’ll lean on him or shield herself behind him.

• they argue the most but only because he’s very overprotective and wants to keep her heart safe. he’s constantly worried that people will take her kindness for weakness and doesn’t want to see her hurt because of it.

• a lot of stays think the two have had something deeper going on because their relationship is just a bit too tender to be just friends

• will they or won’t they??? the world may never know

HYUNJIN — SUNJIN

contact/nickname: hyunibun 🥟🤞🏻

popularity: 75%

• divas

• 2/4 of the shopaholic quartet

• the kid she’s 2nd closest to, they just relate to each other on so many things, literally the same person just minor differences.

• if he’s a spring morning she’s a summers evening, both warm and cozy!!

• she’s the one who convinced him to go bright red and called him kuckles until he dyed it brown (she continues to call him knuckles)

• bonds over all forms of art wether it be drawing, fashion, or dance…they just talk about it all.

• she goes with him to art exhibits and takes him to her dads tattoo shop when they’re in nyc! he has a lot of cool art and things hanging around and he loves to look at it all.

• goes home with hyunjin sometimes too…during his hiatus she went to check on him like 3 times a week. she made sure he had any and everything he needed!

• she can convince him to do litterally anything, she knows this and sometimes uses it to her advantage

• they have this insane chemistry when they dance together and went viral for their dance cover of drunk in love by beyoncé

• since they share a dorm she often sneaks into his room and sleeps in his bed. the amount of times he’s come home to her in his bed is crazy

• absolutely loves the name hyunibun stays gave him so she changed that too his contact name

• she babies him alotttt and hyunjin loves it cause he secretly (not really) loves to be babied and dotted on

• they spend a lot of quiet time together!!! she’ll just go in his room when he’s painting and start sketching something of her own!

HAN — SUSUNG

contact/nickname: hanji 🐿️ 🩷

• so…so…chaotic

• will talk his ears off and he allows it because he does the same to her

• did not get along at all predebut because she’s quite literally the female version of him when it comes to rapping so they were constantly in an unspoken competition

• however when chan came to him and the other kids about adding her to the group he was the first to say yes

• she used to share a room with him so they’ve experienced many many late night talks and she likes to think she knows him better than he knows himself

• on camera they often carry the comedy, they’re known for how they piggyback off each others joke and usually send the other kids into a laughing fit

• they have many unreleased songs together and they range from rap to ballads. they also have insane chemistry when it comes to writing and just music in general and creativity flows so easily between them

• she likes to play stylist with him (and felix), thinks they could pull off a bunch of different looks and often puts them in her own clothes (they love it)

• she likes to give him forehead kisses because he’s just so cute when his cheeks puff up and he starts blushing

• she takes care of him a lot, literally anything he needs she’ll go get it for him or buy it, whatever he needs she’s there with it

• “han-ah im at the store rn do you need anything….are you sure….ykw ill just get these eyedrops for you i remember checking and you’re almost out…no i’m gonna get them…bye”

• han adores it actually..

• first to run to him when she can see him visibly struggling with…anything

• secretly the member she worries about the most but shhh don’t tell anyone

FELIX — SULIX

contact/nickname: lixiepie 🐣 🩵

• her baby her bff her little angel

• her actual bff like when i say ride or die, i mean it

• has mini sleepovers with him in his room more than she sleeps in her actual room.

• will literally call him at 4am “can i come over”

• “it’s 4…am?”

• “and?”

• kid she’s 3rd closest to, close since predebut. always listened to his concerns and worries and still continues to do so. checks up on him a lot, just makes sure he’s okay

• he takes care of her just as much as she takes care of him tho

• they talk all the time i mean seriously she could be walking around in a grocery store and will call felix just to talk as she does so

• they’ve only ever argued seriously one time and it was predebut, felix kept comparing himself to her which caused him to grow hostile towards her.

• 3/4 of the shopping quartet and she also likes to play stylist with him, he even allows her to do his makeup and hair sometimes. he enjoys how giddy and excited she gets when something looks good

• she calls him ひな鳥 (chick in japanese) and finds it really endearing

• they watch a lot of movies together and she helps him expand his horizons when it comes to music and fashion! right now she’s currently try to find time to show him the movie legally blonde, she says he HAS to watch it

• overall just a super domestic and gentle relationship, when they’re together the energy is calm and relaxed

• except when they’re drunk

SEUNGMIN - SEUNGSU

contact/nickname: seungmong 🐶🤩

• a deep and oftentimes misunderstood relationship, people think they don’t like each other and that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

• a mature friendship; a deep understanding and love for the other that is very precious to suki!

• she’s said many times that he reminds her of her dad, which is why they tend to bicker or tease each other the most out of the group

• although he works her nerves, he’s also the member she goes to if she need to calm down and unwind after a long day. off camera they’re actually very relaxed with each other and can be caught napping together most of the time

• calls him her archenemies as a running joke, just a play on how often they tease each other.

• i swear if you see them interact you’ll forget that they’re not actually siblings because that’s exactly how they act

• “i actually have a great disdain for kim seungmin and i’m letting it be known”

• *calls him 20 mins later* “just calling to see if you’ve eaten dinner…i can come cook if you want or i’ll pick you up something on my way home. just let me know! rest well”

• they also sing together from time to time! they have very different music taste and singing styles so it’s hard for them to pick a song

JEONGIN — JEONGKI

contact/nickname: littlest bro 🦊🫂

• her other annoying little brother but also her little fashionista

• aquarius line!!!!!!

• they 4/4 of the shopaholic quartet, except these two are the worst out of the bunch.

• please do not ever let them go out together they will both comeback with 16 bags each and not have any space to put any of these things and proceed to leave them lying around (still in the bags)

• a much more casual relationship , not too deep but way past surface level, just the right amount i’d say, truly her little brother in the most wholesome way

• she does tend to mother him a lot which chan finds adorable, jeongin just takes it tbh

• “jeongin-ah, did you sleep well!” “jeongin-ah, why are you up so late” etc

• watching him grow up makes her so sad but she’s incredibly proud of the person he’s become and tells him this quite often! seeing him get all shy is so cute

• her gaming buddy, when ever the 9 of them get together and play games she always partners with him because “aquarius know each other best!!”

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wantbytaemin · 1 year

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look i understand the audience is niche and very few over here so ofc scroll by but i HAVE to get this out before i go sleep bc it’s such a good video to say what i mean. first of all ive seen at least 5 edits of lino’s part at the beginning.. the charisma and the star quality are so delicious he IS the charmer btw. then you get hyunjin with his lion hair he’s such a stunner really he shows up and you’re like OH? and his little dance moment w changbin is so good and in sync and transitions perfectly when changbin raps and they go around him to the beat come ON it’s so good and then another jumpscare (positive) felix with his face/voice contrast shut upppppp you’re telling me the prettiest dude ive ever seen sounds like THATTT no he doesn’t. shut up they’re so good.

#stray kids #ok sleepy time i think ive gotten it off my chest

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seung-scrittore · 9 months

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Y’all Leo has been lying to y’all

His real name is Lino (lion too bc autocorrect is always right / sarcasm)

Jkjk Stan leo bc he’s very supportive and Stan’s PondPhuwin and Bible :D (he’s a Thai actor btw for y’all who don’t follow Thai actors)

MY REAL NAME IS LINO (🦁) 😭😭 KOKO PLS

ofc phuwin for the win ‼️ i’ll always support u & ur writing koko 🫶 love u lots

#stan mako everyone #[ 🧷 ] .222 #[ 🎞️ ] .jpeg #[ 💌 ] ding!

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babycatlix · 10 months

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saw this on tiktok and it made me think of you HAHA

for the other members she said: hyunjin fox or tiger, minho mouse, seungmin octopus, changbin koala, jeongin bunny, han squirrel, chris bear or lion

ah so sweet!~

i agree that felix is a kitten, not a fully grown cat, just a cute little kitten. it would be interesting to see the others as the animals this person guessed 🤔

i think if hyunjin was a tiger, he'd be a white tiger bc they're so rare and hyunjin is one of a kind 🤍 if lino was a mouse, i think he'd be a cute lil gray mouse... with HUGE ears. i think seungmin would make a cute flapjack octopus, but i think it should be purple instead of orange for added cuteness. i can totally see changbin being a koala 😍 i can't really see i.n as a bunny... maybe if he had floppy ears! or just one floppy ear, like border collies. han's is like felix, i already associate him with squirrels too. i think chan would make a cute black bear.

#ask #theirtheretheyre

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ochoislas · 1 year

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LO QUE DICE EL BRACERO SIEMPRE ESTÁ FUERA DE LUGAR

Un invierno todo ramas duro como un cadáver un hombre sobre un banco de calle sin gentío rebosante de soledad sitio a la banal pompa de la desesperanza a su azogue de plomo a sus baños de guijas a sus estatuas estantías sitio al olvido del bien a la verdad recordada a jirones luz negra antiguo incendio a cabellos perdidos en un dédalo un hombre que marró el piso la puerta la llave por entender mejor y por amar mejor

Dónde empieza el paisaje y a qué hora y la mujer entonces dónde acaba se posa en la ciudad la tarde busca en la cama al paseante paseante desnudo menos glotón de pecho virgen que de la estrella amorfa que la noche ceba

Hay derribos más tristes que una perra chica inenarrables y con todo el sol los elude cantando mientras el cielo baila obrando su miel hay muros yermos con su flor de idilio donde el revoque se descose arrulla sombras confusas fuego tenaz fuego de venas bajo onda única de labios tomad las manos ved los ojos acometed la vista tras los palacios tras las escombreras tras los humeros y los aljibes frente al hombre sobre el ejido que despliega un capote de polvo rastro de fiebre hete la invasión de los días buenos un plantío de espadas azules bajo pálpebra abierta en multitud de frondas es la grave cosecha del placer la flor de lino rompe las caretas los rostros son lavados por el color que sabe la extensión

Los claros días del pasado sus leones en banda águilas de agua pura su tormenta de orgullo hinchiendo las horas con sangre de albas en cadena de un cabo a otro del cielo su encrespada diadema sobre el bulto de un solo espejo de un solo corazón

Pero mas hondo ahora en la profunda red de anuladas derrotas tal canto sostiene la noche tal canto que se finge sordo ciego que ofrece el brazo a los fantasmas tal amor renegón que relucha en las congojas con lágrimas bien empapadas tal sueño desgarrado menesteroso avieso irrisorio esta armonía en barbecho esta horda que mendiga

porque no deseó más que el oro toda su vida intacta y la perfección del amor.

CE QUE DIT L'HOMME DE PEINE EST TOUJOURS HORS DE PROPOS

Un hiver tout en branches et dur comme un cadavre Un homme sur un banc dans une rue qui fuit la foule Et que la solitude comble Place à l'appareil banal du désespoir A ses miroirs de plomb A ses bains de cailloux A ses statues croupissantes Place à l'oubli du bien Aux souvenirs en loques de la vérité Lumière noire vieil incendie Aux cheveux perdus dans un labyrinthe Un homme qui s'est trompé d'étage de porte de clé Pour mieux connaître pour mieux aimer

Où commence le paysage A quelle heure Où donc se termine la femme Le soir se pose sur la ville Le soir rejoint le promeneur dans son lit Le promeneur nu Moins gourmand d'un sein vierge Que de l'étoile informe qui nourrit la nuit

Il y a des démolitions plus tristes qu'un sou Indescriptibles et pourtant le soleil s'en évade en chantant Pendant que le ciel danse et fait son miel Il y a des murs déserts où l'idylle fleurit Où le plâtre qui se découd Berce des ombres confondues Un feu rebelle un feu de veines Sous la vague unique des lèvres Prenez les mains voyez les yeux Prenez d'assaut la vue Derrière les palais derrière les décombres Derrière les cheminées et les citernes Devant l'homme Sur l'esplanade qui déroule un manteau de poussière Traîne de fièvre C'est l'invasion des beaux jours Une plantation d'épées bleues Sous des paupières écloses dans la foule des feuilles C'est la récolte grave du plaisir La fleur de lin brise les masques Les visages sont lavés Par la couleur qui connaît l'étendue

Les jours clairs du passé Leurs lions en barre et leurs aigles d'eau pure Leur tonnerre d'orgueil gonflant les heures Du sang des aubes enchaînées Tout au travers du ciel Leur diadème crispé sur la masse d'un seul miroir D'un seul cœur

Mais plus bas maintenant profondément parmi les routes abolies Ce chant qui tient la nuit Ce chant qui fait le sourd l'aveugle Qui donne le bras à des fantômes Cet amour négateur Qui se débat dans les soucis Avec des larmes bien trempées Ce rêve déchiré désemparé tordu ridicule Cette harmonie en friche Cette peuplade qui mendie

Parce qu'elle n'a voulu que de l'or Toute sa vie intacte Et la perfection de l'amour.

Paul Éluard

di-versión©ochoislas

#Paul Éluard #literatura francesa #poesía surrealista #desesperanza #malogro #sueño #ideal #di-versiones©ochoislas

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namesetc · 2 years

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Names similar to Leo or related to Leonardo from tmnt?

lol yes absolutely - donnie

aldo

blue

cleo

dino

dio

duo

gio

lio, lion, leon, lionel, leonel

lino

leif

lee, lea

leia, lia, leah

levi

liam

lloyd

lynx

myst, mystic, mystical

nardo

nino

port, porter

rio

sword

swish

sharp

style, styler

teleport, teleporter

theo

viggo

vito

more like leo here

#names like leo #leonardo tmnt #name lists #name suggestions #name ideas #read dni #name blog #read my dni #name request #name inspiration #baby names #gender neutral names #leonardo hamato #leonardo rottmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #leo tmnt #names similar to leo

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heather1815 · 2 years

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Lino king Au where Reagan is Scar and he leads an uprising of idiots to kill Red Leader for revenge, breaking into song while doing so?

I mean, I said it before but I definitely hear Jonathan Young as Reagan's singing voice and all his disney villain covers, especially be prepared and poor unfortunate souls, are very fitting for him.

With that said, now I am imagining not necessarily a lion king au just a lion au. The Red Army is a massive pride of lions and tord is a small but disabled lion lol.

#Ask #MLTS

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noisyquokka · 6 months

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GIRL!! I just read your Lino fic and 🧎🏻‍♀️

I see your rqs are about to close so I was hoping maybe you could do a little sumthn sumthn angsty for my boy YangYang? I'd prefer F!reader and sumthn like you broke up and get kinda really jealous seeing him at a party with some girl and maybe you get back together maybe ya don't I'll leave that up to your creative mind? Could you also add Renjun and Xiaojun in as well, like a friend group type thing? I know this is a lot and maybe too detailed but like I NEED more angst from you plz and thank you 😩

Take care and stay hydrated 🤍

Scorched Auroras

PAIRING - YangYang x F!Reader (ft. Renjun & Xiaojun)

SYNOPSIS - You've had your regrets over the years, it's a part of the human experience. But nothing will ever compare to the pain of Him walking out of your life.

WORDCOUNT - 4.4k

WARNINGS - All around Angst, Cheating, Lies, Descriptions of Anxiety Attack, Heated Arguments, Exes to ???, Mentions of Alcohol, Reader wears feminine clothes (dress, heels, etc.), Renjun's kind of a dick in this... he's just trying to help, YangYang is also a dick but it's well-deserved || Let me know if I've missed anything!

A/N - The way I've been wanting to write more angst after that Minho fic, but I've just not gotten around to it... 😔 Thanks for the request, Darling! ngl I spent more time rereading this than I did writing this to the point that I have no idea if this is as good as I originally thought it was, (we love inconvenient writers block) so feedback would be greatly appreciated. And to all you YangYang girlies 👋🏻 I'm sorry for this.

“Huang Renjun, when I find your sorry ass…”

Your heels reverberate against the floors of the house, quick and staccato as you seek out the host of the party. This was supposed to be a chill little get together with mutual friends; all put together by Renjun. Same people. Same place. But when you walked through the front door, you’d been paralyzed.

Through the hall - between the mass of bodies that danced and conversed with each other - you had spotted Liu YangYang sitting pretty on the leather sofa, strumming away on his six-string. His eyes had found yours, and that genuine smile on his face had faded, his brows knitting as he blinked and looked away. He was surrounded by mutual friends, but you couldn’t take your eyes off the group of girls that sat like a pride of lions around him.

Funny enough, looking around the house… this party? Not so little or so mutual. In fact, you’re almost certain there’s friends of friends here, migrating up the stairs that you’ve just traversed. And the majority of them have been gathered around your ex-boyfriend for the past hour like he was the main entertainment of the evening.

So here you are, with a handful of drinks in you and your patience dwindling. You huff, sparing glances through open doors and knocking on others down the hall until you’re finally directed to Renjun’s bedroom by a random party-goer.

“Renjun!” your knuckles rap on the door, calling over the back beat of the blaring music. “I know you’re in there! Open the damn door!”

When there’s no answer, you grunt and knock louder. There’s no doubt he can hear you, your fist aching with every hit to the wood grain. The door opens, a very buzzed Renjun appearing before you.

“Fuck, where’s the fire!?”

You shoot him a glare, leaning against the door frame.

“We need to talk.”

“I’m a little busy at the moment.” He chuckles, glancing over his shoulder. It’s now that you notice the wrinkles in his clothes, his dark hair an unruly mess that he attempts to fix by carding his fingers through the tresses. The smear of red at the corner of his mouth has you narrowing your eyes. You scoff.

“Yeah… busy.”

Renjun stumbles, your hand darting out to snatch at the collar of his white tee. His protests fall on deaf ears as you pull him down the hall towards his makeshift studio. He knows he’s not going anywhere, even as he attempts to wretch your fingers from the fabric.

“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?” The heavy bass drums steady in your chest as you yank Renjun into the room. The moment your past the threshold, you let him go, slamming the door behind you.

“Hey, easy!”

“You lied to me.”

Renjun lets loose an exasperated chuckle, smoothing down the fabric of his shirt.

“I wish I knew what you were talking about.” he says, raising his brow. There’s a ghost of amusement playing on his face. He knows. It only fuels your aggravation.

“Oh, YangYang won’t be there, I promise.” You mock the words he’d told you over a FaceTime call just a few days ago. Renjun meets your glare evenly, seemingly unimpressed. He rolls his eyes when you cross your arms.

“I didn’t know he’d come. He told me he had something planned tonight.”

“Right, fucking fat chance that he’s sitting right where I’d catch him cozied up around a bonfire of girls.”

“The perfect place to play a guitar.” he quips. Your eyes narrow, following his movements as he turns toward the random clutter in the studio.

“You know how much I hate this version of Renjun.”

“Which one?” he asks, a teasing lilt in his tone. He stops at his desk, rearranging strewn journals and crumpled pages that have nearly landed in the bin beside the workspace.

“The one that plays dumb just to get out of answering me.”

“I do not-”

“You do!” you bite, feet situating themselves under your weight. You level the brunette with a pointed look.

“You’re holding out on me, I can tell. So, are you gonna spill or what?”

You watch the cogs turn behind his eyes, bringing a hand up to rub at his brow, clearly frustrated with the way this conversation is going. Brown eyes shift from the far wall, dropping the journals on the desk. He turns to you, a look crossing his face that you can’t pinpoint.

“I already told you, I had no idea he was gonna be here, okay? I asked him if he was coming and he said no.” Renjun glances to your form and the way you’re seemingly guarding the door like a well-trained hound. “I didn’t openly invite him. He showed up on his own. Any reason you’re so pissed about that?”

The question catches you off guard. Any reason you’re so pissed about that? What, with the way things ended, you certainly have no right to be. Ignoring the stabbing in your chest, you lick your lips, nails digging into your forearm. He catches the way you shift, spine straightening against the wall.

“What kind of question is that?” you ask, voice clipped.

“A valid one.” Renjun replies, leaning against his desk. There’s that casual air that he exudes as his eyes rake down your body. Observing. Your choice in outfit; that little black dress, the time you put into your hair and makeup, those stilettos. Renjun knows you don’t put that amount of time into going out unless it means something.

He clicks his tongue, blinks. Bourbon swirls with some kind of intent.

“You’re the one who broke up with him, remember? Although I’ve gotta say, if looks could kill, those girls fawning over him would be dead at his feet.”

“Watch your words, Huang.” you warn, a sharpness to your tone that leaves the guy unbothered.

“I haven’t said a thing… it’s called observing.” His voice is cool as ice, arms coming to cross over his chest.

“You’re implying.”

He laughs, snake eyes pinning him where he stands.

“I’m just stating the facts.”

“You want facts?” You close the distance between you and Renjun so quickly, he doesn’t have time to react before you’re right in his face, “You know exactly what the hell you did. You knew how much I didn’t want him here, it’s why I asked you when you invited me. You made a promise that you blew to the wind.”

Your voice is calm but tight - like a rubber band pulled to its limits. You can’t bring yourself to care about how you come across at this point. Not when there’s seven vodka shots warming your veins, clouding all rationality. Your patience is gone as you glare up at the man, watching as a dark brow twitches behind stray tresses. You’re done playing his stupid little game.

The tink of plastic against metal hits your ears as Renjun swipes a broken guitar pick off the desk into the trash bin, eyes deadlocked on the sneer that’s prying at your lips. For a second, he mulls over his actions that led up to this point. Perhaps he’s being a bit of an ass, but you’ve put off talking things out with YangYang for months. He's felt the strain it's put on the group dynamic, and he’s sick of hearing you both say everything is fine. How can two people be fine when they can’t tolerate being in the same room together? And now you come to him like he’s done you wrong, like what he’s done is unforgivable… Renjun doesn’t get it.

A knock at the door pulls him from his thoughts.

“Renjun, you in here? Some jackass is-”

The door opens, Xiaojun stopping short at the sight before him. The tense charge in the room hits him like a tidal wave, and the scowl that etches your face doesn’t give him much room to speculate.

“Uh, sorry to interrupt.” he says, looking between you two. Renjun scratches at his neck, clearing his throat.

“What is it, man?”

“There’s some guy starting shit by the pool. Thought it’d be a job for the host.”

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute.”

Xiaojun nods, giving you both one last fleeting glance before the door closes. When the footsteps fade into nothing but reverberating bass, Renjun slips out of the space between you and the desk.

“Where are you going?”

“To take care of damage control, as you just heard.” He turns toward the door with a finality that says this conversation is well over. If you weren’t buzzing, were in your right state of mind, you would have let him go. But the addition of alcohol only egged on your unbridled emotions.

“No, we’re not done talking.” You hiss, a hand darting out to catch his wrist. Renjun groans, and you hear your name slip off his tongue like a bad omen as he aggressively shrugs you off him.

“Stop! Just-” He turns his back to the door, looking at you like you’ve lost your mind. You look on with wide eyes as he takes a deep breath, brows twitching. “You both said that you broke up because things weren’t working out. Something about schedules and other conflicting shit…”

He shakes his head, optics flickering over your face, searching for some sort of answer as to why you're reacting this way. When your shoulders sag, he knows enough. You’re closing off, and as much as Renjun wants to be the friend that mothers you back to good spirits with a gentle hand, it seems that isn’t gonna work. The way you approached this tonight has him clutching at his last straw.

“It’s not my business but-”

“You’re right, it’s not your business-”

“But you decided to make it my business when you pulled me in here and fucking interrogated me! That alone tells me there’s more to the story than you two have let on.” You press you lips together, optics locking onto the far wall. You hear the steady release of a sigh, the rattling of the door knob under his palm. “You’ve been friends for years. You never let the simple things interfere back then.”

“Romantic relationships are different, Renjun.” You don’t need to meet those eyes to know he’s unconvinced.

“You’re impossible…” He mutters. The floorboards groan under his feet as he turns back toward the door, shoulders tight under the fabric of his shirt.

“This conversation is going nowhere. I don’t know why you dragged me in here and grilled me about the one person you don’t want to talk about, but I have a party to host.” His fingers grip the door knob and twist, amber eyes meeting yours over his shoulder.

“I don’t know what the hell is going on between you two, but you need to talk to him. Before the fallout ruins this friend group.”

The door slams shut, and you blink as Renjun’s heavy footfalls fade down the hall. His words sink in. He’s right. You sag against the wall, letting your head fall against the drywall, trying to process everything that just happened. Releasing the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding as the liquor takes another round through your hazy mind. The threat of tears infect your vision, burning even as you attempt to blink them away.

“Fuck.” you hiss, fingers coming to press against the junction of your nose bridge and the corners of your eyes until the pressure conjures rainbow static behind your lids. “Fuck. Fuck!”

You’re ready to leave. Ready to leave this party, block phone numbers and move out of the country if it means you don’t have to face the one person you regret hurting. Selfish, really, but in your current state of mind, it sounds like heaven. You’ve let this situation hang over your head for the past eight months, praying it would go away on it’s own. It’s obvious no God will let you off that easily.

God damn…

Your feet are moving before you can think any further, the studio door left ajar as your figure strides down the hall and descends the stairs. You need a glass of water to clear your head, something to prepare yourself for what’s about to happen. Optics dart to the sofa, where YangYang has been most of the evening, but he’s no longer there. The guitar leans against the wall, propped up with the help of the sofa's armrest. You bee-line for the kitchen.

The main space between the living room and kitchen has significantly dwindled to a small group of people, and you remember what Xiaojun had said about the shit starter by the pool. A simple glance to the back patio tells you that’s where everyone has gone. Empty cups and snack trays are left behind, alongside a few couples making out in the corner, and the few people conversing near the kitchen island, including Xiaojun. He greets you with a soft smile, offering you another drink that you graciously decline.

“You good?” he asks, smile fading into furrowed brows.

“Yeah, I think I’m over the alcohol for tonight.” you mutter, taking an chilled water bottle from the cooler. “Do you know where YangYang ran off to?”

“Last I saw him, he looked like he was leaving for the night.” he replies, taking another swig of his beverage. You blink, cracking the cap on the bottle and bringing it to your lips in one swift motion. Despite the amount of alcohol you’ve had in such a short amount of time, the water you take down washes away your brain fog, and you turn toward the front door with a newfound clarity.

YangYang isn’t gone. You know him well enough. And you’re ready to face him. You have to be. Because you aren’t leaving here until you set things right.

You pat Xiaojun on the shoulder as you leave, a quiet thanks uttered as you force yourself to move toward the exit, fingers latching on the handle.

The cool night air washes over your skin, but you welcome the instantaneous sobering up it provides. It’s quiet out here, as quiet as a house party can get for the chatter and music, crickets chirping in the protection of well-manicured shrubs. With a quick scan of your surroundings, you find who you’re looking for.

Liu YangYang stands at the far corner of the porch, leaning against the railing with his back to you. He’d be unnoticeable by most people, shrouded in October shadows.

You’re not most people.

It’s as if the world falls still in the time it takes you to walk over, your stomach swirling like a blender on full power. He’s by himself out here. That makes it easier, right? You let out a shaky breath, the sudden urge to bolt over the railing and disappear into the woods like a spooked fawn flooding your veins. But you don’t. You can’t.

“We need to talk.” you pipe up, clearing your throat in an attempt to hide the tremor in your voice. Black hair falls into brown eyes, a grunt of your name passing his lips at the sound of your voice. You never want to hear him say your name like that again. Like you're the scum of the earth.

“Heard you were pretty pissed about my being here.” he says. Even under his sweater, you can see how taught his back muscles are, how he's trying to hold himself back. Your eyes slip shut.

Renjun… He must have caught up with YangYang before you could make it downstairs. You let the curses slip to the back of your mind, focusing on the matter at hand. You know this doesn’t have to be hard. Just a short, civil conversation between you and your ex. With a lick of your lips, you try again.

“YangYang, I’m-”

“You know, it’s really fucking insulting to hear that.” He brings the half-full solo cup in his hand to his lips, taking the rest of his drink down in one go. Dark optics stare blankly toward the dimly lit street. “Especially when you’ve avoided me for the past eight months. When no one else knows the truth about you.”

You swallow hard at his comment, staring at the foot that he can't stop tapping against the porch.

“I don’t wanna fight with you, YangYang.” you say, taking a step toward him, “I know you don’t want to talk to me, but I need to talk to you.”

You hear the huff of a scoff, and he turns just enough to lock eyes with you from over his shoulder, pupils digging into you from the corners.

“Better eight months late than never.”

“YangYang-”

“What?” he interjects, snapping like a cornered fox, “Too busy with them to come to me sooner with your bullshit excuses?”

YangYang doesn’t need to face you to get his emotions across. You’ve never had trouble deciphering whether he was emotionally six feet under or floating on cloud nine. But now, you feel like you’re Gaia up against the raw power of Helios; a violent storm of solar particles slamming against you in his attempts to protect his heart from freezing over.

The auroras of scorched and unspoken truths. Your magnetic field is battered and bruised too significantly to sustain such a blow.

That’s on you, you know. You’d come to the realization eight months ago when you took that sledgehammer to a decade of friendship. A decade of trust that transformed into so much more. An angel of a boy that you threw away - tore his wings from his back for good measure.

You shake your head, that fire burning behind your eyes.

“You’re not being fair, here.” You whisper, and as much as you don’t want this conversation to escalate, you know there’s no stopping it. You flinch when he whips around, wild eyes boring into yours, a snarl threatening to break the crease of his lips. He points a finger at you.

“You cheated, Love! You!” The term of endearment is anything but; poison on the tongue that used to serenade you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. He is the ferocity of a rabid dog in the form of gnashing teeth and beady eyes, panting and growling in warning when you try to console it.

“Two years together! Thirteen years of friendship and trust that you so easily struck a match to like that?! Fucking treated me like I was an afterthought in your daily schedule while we were still together! The nights you came home and lied through your teeth, telling me you were working late… that you were out with friends… Fuck, I even felt you pulling away and I still tried telling myself that I was crazy. No, no, you wouldn’t do that to me. We’ve been through so much together. Fucking fool, I am!”

You watch him through the glaze of tears as he stalks toward you. The hurt in his eyes burns like a serrated knife, slicing away at the worn and ruptured threads of your relationship that scream with every threat of the blade.

“So, no, you don't get to tell me I'm being unfair! I saw the way you watched me tonight. You probably don't realize how many drinks you had because you were too busy raising your hackles at the girls that I was talking to. Ran off to light a fire under Renjun's ass because things didn't go your way.”

Your heart pounds against your breast, your pulse violent in your fingertips. In your head, this conversation played out with less hostility. You expected some anger - it’s only fair with the pain you put him through - but this was another level entirely. In all your years of knowing YangYang, he’d never blown up like this.

Never at you.

Never because of you.

This isn’t the boy that you would race to school every morning, who dried your tears and rubbed the rocks from your knees when you tripped yourself. The one who would send you dumb memes in the middle of class, and took accountability so you weren't sitting in detention alone. Who bought you a promise ring for your ten years of being friends, and another when you celebrated two years of dating.

Your rock in the toughest situations and you threw him into the ocean with little thought. Didn't even watch as he sank to the depths.

You blink, feeling the tears track down you cheeks as you speak.

“I never wanted to hurt you like I did, and I should’ve talked to you about this months ago. I’ve…” You hesitate, “I’ve been think about that night a lot.”

“Good.” He doesn’t miss a beat.

“It was a mistake, and I can’t even give you a good reason for it.” you whimper, breath catching in your throat, “I’m so sorry, YangYang. I-I wasn’t thinking straight. I never should’ve-”

Words fail you, your composure breaking with a burst of tears that hits so suddenly, it's impossible to breathe. You hug yourself with trembling arms, nails digging into your palms.

“I don’t want this to be it for us,” you say, your words strangled as you try to wrangle in your tears, “there has to be a way to fix this!”

He’s close enough to touch, and you reach out with little thought, pulling him into you, wrapping your arms around his torso. Your fingers grip into the back of his sweater as you sob into his shoulder, your body shaking with every strangled hiccup.

YangYang doesn’t move, doesn't push you off. He just stands here. There’s no warm embrace enveloping your frame, no tears to share with you. It’s like you’re hugging a stone statue, the body heat that he exudes being some sort of sick joke when all you feel is the chill of a vacant shell.

“Please, tell me what I can do to fix it!” The plea hangs over you like a specter, ghastly fingers wrapping tight around your throat. The silence grows long, nothing more than faint strains of music drifting through the cracks of the windows and doors of the house, carrying some hint of life beyond the two of you. You almost wish he’d begin to yell again, growl about the extent of which you’ve hurt him. Anything but this indifference, this apathy towards the one girl he’s given everything to. But this… this feels like him finally giving up. Like he’s finally decided that you aren’t worth the trouble anymore. You don’t want to accept it, but every second that ticks by is like another nail in the coffin.

You pull away, fingers twitching as they come up to cradle his jaw. The muscles under the flesh tenses, and he recoils from your touch like it’s physically hurting him, looking off across the street with a hollow gaze. It’s a tortuously long moment before he levels you with those brown eyes. They’re dull when they look at you now; worlds away. A fresh grave, its soil rejecting any and all growth, no flowers, no grass. Seeds greedily plucked from the ground by songbirds and rodents. No one to care for the plot when the soul’s story is made up of little white lies. He watches from the corner of his eye as the tears collect on mascara-laden lashes, the makeup mixing with the liquid as it trickles down and off your chin.

“I don’t want it to be over either,” he admits. A stray tear falls from his lash line, but there’s a void of emotion in his tone. “But…”

There’s that pause again, and you can’t handle it this time. The knot in your chest tightens like a vice, brows pulling inward when he goes to take a step backward. You shake your head, his name sputtering from your lips like it’s the only thing that could offer a modicum of comfort.

“I love you, YangYang,” you say the words quickly, desperately, clinging to his arms as he spares you nothing more than a glance. “I still do, please, please don’t- don’t do this! I’m sorry!”

“That’s the same dress.”

You look up with wide eyes, jaw slack as you sniffle.

“What?”

“You wore that dress the night you came home drunk with them.” he says.

You glance down at the fabric hugging your figure, the memories from that night coming back to you in what little fragments you can remember. Clinging to their shirt as you both laughed between kisses, the clumsy fumble of your key in the lock. You had woke up to them in your bed, a raging hangover, and your boyfriend sitting on the couch in silence when you went searching for a glass of water and an Aspirin. You don't remember doing anything more than kissing, but cheating was cheating. And YangYang had been livid.

He shakes his head, laughs incredulously. “You’re insane. You're dead to me.”

“YangYang, I-” is all you can get out before he’s pulling away again, shoving you off him with enough force to send you staggering to your knees. For a moment you sit there in a stunned stupor, your hands splayed over the wood grain of the porch, gasping for breath as you openly sob. Composing yourself at this point is impossible, anxiety clutching at your lungs like a serpent’s stranglehold. Your legs tremble, eyes burning with unspent tears. He hasn’t walked away yet, and for a moment you think maybe there’s some semblance of salvaging this until-

“Don’t come crawling back to me when they put you through the same shit you put me through. Fucking cry yourself to sleep.”

It’s the last thing he says, storming off as he passes your heaving frame with little more than a glance. Down the front steps. Down the path to the side walk. It’s over. You choke back sobs as you fight for oxygen, numb to the feeling of warm hands on your back. Through the onslaught of tears, you recognize the shoe beside your knee as Xiaojun’s.

You try to focus on his voice, listening to each syllable as he murmurs your name in your ear and his attempts to guide you out of this frantic head space, but all you can focus on is the black hole manifesting within your chest. Your heart is like lead at your feet, your lungs burn, and your ears ring to a fever pitch.

YangYang’s words ring in your head like a death knell. The bell’s final toll signaling the end as the shadow of the man you knew disappears down the street.

You have no one to blame but yourself.

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