#an old story

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Washing Machine

After a long time of having a long distance relationship with Minho you finally return back home to him, but you need some time and Minho's reminders to realize that you were actually finally back together.

wc: 1346

domestic fluff and a bit of angst, crying, hugs

‘Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for this moment?’, Minho mumbled when he pulled you into his arms, squeezing you comfortably close to him.

‘I missed you’, you whispered back and snuggled into his chest, caressing his back gently in tiny motions.

‘Missed you too’, he spoke even quieter and a slight tremble was audible in his voice.

After a while you managed to let go of each other, but not further than still holding onto each other’s hands, every touch as proof of this being real necessary. Your bags were still spread over the floor around you, immediately dropped once you entered the apartment and basically flew into Minho’s embrace.

There was a momentous silence now, only you two staring into each others eyes, soft smiles appearing on your lips before you both go back to a serious expression, processing that you were actually in the same room, that you were finally together again.

It shouldn’t have felt so overwhelming. You texted every day, even made sure to call every night since you left for your studies. You knew about the other’s routines and small habits, made announcements the second something happened and laughed together for hours on face time. In the beginning, despite the big changes, it still felt like nothing much had to change between you two, but now experiencing the other’s presence again was the reality check you needed to understand how much actually had changed.

‘I made a list’, Minho shyly informed and pulled out a piece of paper that he kept in the pocket of his pants, his other hand held onto yours.

Clumsily, he waved the paper sheet around, so that it would unfold itself, making you giggle, ‘You can let go of me for a sec’.

'No', he simply answered, eyes glued to the paper until he managed to be able to read the list to you.

‘One, I want to hug you-’

‘Check, you did. Moving on?’, you laughed and weren’t surprised to see his annoyed expression papering on his pretty face.

‘I made the effort to work on a handwritten list and I won’t let you ruin this with your inability of showing any sincere emotional reaction’, he explained with a piercing gaze.

‘Go on then’, you chuckled, feeling your chest stinging. His thumb softly caressed your knuckles and he pressed his lips together into a forced smile.

'I want to hug you as often as possible. Let me finish my sentences, yeah?’, he continued and pulled you against him again, laying his free hand around your waist onto your hip, while holding onto the list with the free one. He gazed back and forth between you and the paper sheet.

‘Two,… I want to, you know, and, no, ahm, you know what? This is stupid’, he changed his mind with a final look at you and stuffed the paper into your hand.

‘Just read it yourself and then do whatever, whenever you want. I’m not saying any of it out loud’, he announced and left you standing there, so you could read the written notes, while he collected the bags and brought them to his bedroom to start organizing your belongings.

You followed him and leaned against the door frame, observing him opening and pulling out your clothes from one of the bigger bags, sorting them into different piles, before you eyed his list again. With a cough, clearing your throat, you started reading the bullet point out loud.

‘I want to kiss you for at least an hour every night for the rest of this week’, you chuckled and looked up to see his reaction. Minho didn’t show any hesitation in his movements, didn’t stop grabbing cloth after cloth to drop them on one pile on the bed, he didn’t even look up to you.

You continued, ‘I want to fall asleep with you in my arms’, you left a pause for the dramatic effect and read the next, ’I want to wake up and hold you in my arms for at least 30 minutes every morning possible- Did you also write an `I want to marry you!` somewhere?’, you laughed mockingly.

He walked towards you with a bunch of your clothes in his arms and passed by with an angry glare at you. Again, you followed him to the washing machine and sat down, leaning you head against the doorframe, a yawn rising in your throat that you quickly suppressed.

‘That’s my favorite sweater there. Please, don’t wash it’, you pointed at a simple black sweater.

Minho took it out of the washing machine again and inspected it closely, even smelling on it, raising and eyebrow at you with a smirk on his face. ‘It’s mine. I can wash it whenever I want to’, he huffed and put it back in.

You hurried towards the machine when he quickly closed its door. ‘No, Minho, don’t’, you panicked, but he held you back and pushed some buttons that activated the washing process.

Tears started forming in the corner of your eyes and you tried again to move forward to deactivate the machine, but still, Minhos arm hindered you from reaching it. When you saw the water rising in the drum, you panicked even more and added more strength to push Minho away and as strong as you were, he was still a bit stronger and you had to give up, sadly watching your clothes getting drenched in water and laundry detergent.

Uncontrollable tears finally ran down your cheeks and you realized that you were crying when a first sob shook your whole body. You held your breath and tensed up, hypnotized by the rotating inside of the washing machine, not hearing anything else but your pointing heart and screaming soul.

Only when Minho, who was quietly sitting on the floor next to you, leaned over to wipe away your tears, you recognized his presence and placed the list on his leg with the words ‘Good list.’

‘The sweater didn’t smell good anymore. You can have it back later’, he consoled and pushed some strands of your tear drenched hair aside.

‘I never washed it once’, you mumbled and tapped against the glass of the drum.

‘Need it with your smell’, you added even quieter and felt the pain of panic again.

‘Needed you.’

‘But I’m right here now’, Minho gently reminded and tapped your nose to make you turn your head, drawing your attention back on him. ‘I’m right here next to you’, he repeated and as if you needed to check if that was true, you reached out and let your hand wander from his shoulder down to his hand that rested on the cold floor tiles, proceeding to draw invisible patterns onto the back of it. Slowly, he turned it and maneuvered your palm in his, squeezing you once he held you secure by your hand.

‘Missed you so much’, you mumbled and gently got pulled into another hug. You had not strength to do anything, you couldn’t even hug Minho back, just slumped against him comfortably.

The list was somewhere crumpled between your bodies. You had no sense of time, so when Minho finally whispered that his legs are going numb and hesitantly helped you up, you wondered if you were sitting there for 10 minutes or an hour.

‘Help me’, Minho demanded with a sweet smile and stretched his arms up, so you could pull him up. The list fell down and Minho hurried to pick it up and went back to his bedroom, signaling you to follow him. In a hurry and with a shaking hand, he added another point to the list and then placed the paper on the drawer behind him.

‘Now, we cuddle’, he pulled you onto the bed forcefully and curled himself around you desperately. ‘And you tell me in which situations you needed the sweater, because now you have me again and I’ll make sure that you don’t need to depend on any material good to get through a day.’

-> pt.2

#lee minho fluff #lee minho x reader #lee minho imagines #lee know fluff #lee know imagines #lee know x reader #skz fluff #skz imagines #an old story

[miss-conner3]

En Español: Aquí

You don't know how impatient I was to finish this, but it's finally done \(>u<)/

Together with @melancholialapelada7 we present to you, as the first post of the year, ¡¡the Holy Fruit AU!!

It is an AU where Wukong interrupts the fate of another person and consequently ends up married to them. We'll see if this causes any misunderstandings along the way XP

This idea has been in my head even before the MK Dad AU, but I have "recently" been encouraged to present it, hehe...

¡I hope you like it! (OuO)/

P.S: Season 4 hit me hard, so I'm finishing what I have before I pull out any spoilers of my own… it's hard (OuQ)

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk fanart #monkie kid au #holyfruitAU #monkie kid oc #oc #Guan Yu #monkie kid mk #monkie kid tang #comic #digital art #digital illustration #digital drawing #monkie kid monkey king #An Old Story #holyfruit au

[yetihideout]

“Not the prune juice!”

Goosebumps “An Old Story” (1997), Season 3

#goosebumps #an old story #prune juice cookie #prune juice #Patricia Gage

[katereads]

#poetry #tracy k smith #an old story

[outstanding-quotes]

My heart says, what you thought you have you do not have.

My body says, will this pounding ever stop?

My heart says: there, be a good student.

My body says: let me up and out, I want to fondle those soft white flowers, open in the night.

— Mary Oliver, An Old Story

#mary oliver #an old story #poetry #heart #body #heartbeat #student #education #nature #healing #wandering #wanderlust #insomnia

[fuzz-onyx]

One time a stranger shook hands with me on a train, immediately after he clocked me as a homosexual

now whenever I shake hands with a stranger who happens to be a dude in the gen x/boomer ages, I fear their first thought would be that I was not straight. Rather than I don't wanna interact with them for too long, or doesn't work out, or I'm a lazy cunt

#don't mind me #feel free to ignore #gay #fear #an old story #but one that still scares me #eep

[teaboot]

When I was a kid, I regularly lost reading privileges for "having an attitude" and "acting out".

It wasn't as simple as being told not to read during other activities- one of the first times it happened, I remember being six years old, watching my stepfather pull fistfuls of books off my bookshelf and throw them to the floor in a heaping mess while I cried and asked him to stop.

It was weird. Every other adult I knew described me as exceptionally well-behaved, but at home, it was the opposite, and it was blamed on "learning bad habits from that shit you're reading".

Because I couldn't read at home, I spent all my free time at school in the library, reading with my friends.

When I grew up and moved away, I realized that my family life was toxic and abusive, and the "attitudes" I was being punished for were standing up for myself, standing up for my younger siblings, and resisting actual, real-life psychological abuse. Because I'd learned from what I'd read that my family wasn't normal, not like my parents said it was, and in my stories, the heroes were the people who spoke out when it was hard to.

It is insane to me that there are students right now who can't access books. It is insane that books are being outlawed. It is perverse that we are stealing away an entire generation's ability to contextualize their lives, to learn about the world around them, to develop critical thinking skills and express themselves and feel connected to the world or escape from it, whatever and whenever and however they need.

That is not how you raise a compassionate, thoughtful, powerful society.

That's how you process cattle.

It's fucking disgusting.

#I know this is old news but Jesus #Every day I hear more about school book bans and I feels less real #Restriction of information is restriction of freedom #People need stories #Even bad stories #Even tragic or problematic ones #We need to set purity culture on fire I'm not kidding #Abuse mention #Abuse tw

[goldensunset]

people who go through the main tags of big and tumultuous fandoms looking for new fresh good posts to reblog are essential to any circle. they’re like true hunter gatherers leaving the safety of settlement and braving the unknown wilderness to find food for the flock. they risk their lives every day and will come back with a few scratches at best and severe psychological damage at worst

#peach rambles #hall of fame i guess #i love hearing everyone share their stories in the comments. me personally? this is about kingdom hearts #usually the main culprit is disdain and dusty old misogynistic takes for kairi (the main girl) #there's x reader occasionally #cursed content with random disney characters #or people who complain about how much the series has expanded #that don't understand that over half the story is contained in the so-called 'side games' #or just generally dusty takes that have been disproven already

[pomidaea]

Thank you encyclopedia

#disco elysium #harry du bois #lena disco elysium #disco elysium fanart #my art #based on some thoughts i had during my first playthrough #like encyclopedia buddy i love you but not now #im trying to listen to a story of an old lady seeing a giant stick bug not the horrors of the revolution

[insignificant457]

The scene was powerful in the book, but there was just something about watching reaper collect the bodies of the dead tributes in the arena. The way he removes the weapons from their hands, lays them out nicely, giving them the smallest bit of dignity in death. The contrast to the capitol gasping in shock as he pulls down the flag, not in rebellion, but in mourning. The way mourning in the hunger games IS an act of rebellion. “How are you going to punish me now?” The feed then immediately cutting to the news of the death of one capitol boy, whose death will be avenged upon those who had nothing to do with it. Only certain deaths are allowed to mean anything. God. Suzanne Collins knows what she’s doing.

#the hunger games #ballad of songbirds and snakes #it feels like Suzanne realized that so many people missed the point of the original story so she stripped it of all its polish #and shoved it all in our faces like ‘do you get it now?’ #and maybe it’s just being an adult this time instead of a 13 year old but yeah. I think I do get it now

[eggsploded]

heiress eternal

#so many thoughts about her #the handmaid #the handmaid homestuck #homestuck ancestors #damara megido #homestuck #egg art #according to hussies book aradia was in contact with the handmaid to receive game instructions #which is interesting considering megidos can speak to the dead and the handmaid is one of the few ancestors alive #so either handmaid channeled a dead aradia or future aradia channeled a dead handmaid #handmaid could of also just manipulated the timeline to make sure aradia was the catalyst for the game being played #or something less more or equally complicated #and without this we just have to assume its maid powers allowing aradia to have flawless instruction of what to do or shes just a #level 3000 gigabrain girl genius at 13 years old #and instead of putting that interaction in the story we got. the dancestor flashes #so im a little miffed about it really

[treasureplcnet]

(lia voice) rolan you're 26. you should be at the pub

#i love them so dearly. the idea of rolan having a soft spot for kids bc it reminds him of his siblings #only thing that could pry rolan away from protecting them in the shadowlands would be seeing children at risk i think #and even that is a reminder of their childhood . anyone else have two younger siblings and weeping over him/this tiny side story or just me #rolan #lia #cal #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #my art #also i dont actually know how old rolan is . 26 is a guess because they all seem to be 20-ish with cal being early 20s

[owlpellet]

doctors are so fucking funny; if you go in like "based on my extensive research and corroborations i think i have this Disease" they will immediately go on the defensive and ask you demeaning shit like "how do you even know this Disease exists?" but if you go in and play stupid and say "gee whiz i'm just a silly little bimbo who doesn't know a thing but i have symptom, symptom, symptom, and symptom" they will very eagerly be like "oh wow, that sounds like Disease!"

#true story btw my old doc asked me how i even knew about EDS #idk dude maybe having Symptoms and an internet connection and a few friends with it who keep saying #'dude i think you have EDS' #like okay even if i dont i obviously have SOME connective tissue disorder #if you dont think it's that don't just put me down

[downydig]

please forgive me for whatever i do, when i don't remember you

#doodles #my art #such a tragic story! and a wonderful song #it changed 12 yo me #or however old i was when that episode aired #adventure time #simon petrikov #marceline

[offonaherosjourney]

The Barbie movie looks AMAZING and I'm down for whatever it is they are planning to release into the world. It's campy. It's kitsch. It's earnest. It's pink. IT'S PERFECT. And the only thing that would make it even more perfect would be a post-credits scene where it's revealed that the whole plot was play-acted by an 8-year old child playing with their dolls.

#look i played with barbies no matter how wild the plot of that movie gets #i guarantee you that whatever stories 8 year old me came up with were wilder #barbie #barbie 2023 #barbie movie #greta gerwig #margot robbie #ryan gosling #nym's posts

[ruiiplume]

Happy 17th anniversary Twilight Princess ✨

#ruii.art #art #artists on tumblr #legend of zelda #twilight princess #link #zelda #midna #wolf link #spedrun that shit all day #finally got it done #i'll post a comparison tomorrow #since it's a redraw of my old tp art #and OH BOY it's a long story imma explain how and why lol