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mapofthemazeinthemirror · 7 months

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When he thought he'd moved on (ex-boyfriend!txt)

Warnings: not really gender neutral

note: when I started this I wondered if it was appropriate, please let me know if there is any problem. sad hours open, I guess.

Soobin

The cafe was quiet, just the way he liked it. This was your meeting place; even if the place was closed, the two of you would meet here. He got here early, the table in the corner waiting for him as always. The owner had smiled at him and said hello, recognising him as a long-time customer.

As he pulls his earphones from his pocket and begins to detangle them, he unconsciously bounces his leg, an old habit. Soobin's thoughts are distracted, the new song he wants to show you by his favourite band occupying his mind. He's sure you'll like it - he's slowly converted you to a fan over the years.

Once the wires of the earphones are all straightened out, and he plugs them into his phone. The ear with a green sharpie heart is his side, the one with the blue is yours, a little faded from so many bus rides and time spent in bed sharing music together.

The bell on the door grabs his attention, and he looks up - and remembers. It wasn't you who he was meeting. This isn't your meeting place anymore. He feels guilty about being excited, more guilty about forgetting that he's supposedly moved on. Still, he grins painfully convincingly as she takes the seat across from him, as if this was what he had been expecting all along. He tries to figure out how he could have forgotten that this is how things are now, nodding as she is talking, although he doesn’t hear a word.

Yeonjun

Yeonjun doesn't know what day it is, what time it is. All he knows is his phone is ringing, dragging him from his much needed sleep. With a long groan he rolls toward the edge of the bed, not even daring to open his eyes and expose them to the bright light of the sun he can now see from behind his eyelids. Which means he hasn't looked at the caller ID. Which means he answers the way he normally would, half asleep and his brain not quite engaged. He answers with your name.

But it's not you. The voice that replies is so different from yours that it snaps him awake entirely. He is so disappointed he doesn't even panic, his voice so groggy he can play it off that she heard him wrong. After a short conversation, most of which he wasn't paying attention for, he throws the phone into the covers and wonders if he's made a big mistake by starting something new.

Beomgyu

He can't remember much about the dream, only your smile, your eyes, and your hand in his. Now he's awake, and the bed is familiarly warm, the sound of soft breathing behind him. He rolls over with a contened sigh, reaching arms out to pull you against his chest, pressing his nose into your hair. He feels a cheek nuzzle against his neck and all feels right with the world.

"Did you get a new shampoo?" he asks, voice rough with its first use of the day. He lazily pulls his head back and opens his eyes, and reality cracks down over his head like an egg when he sees her.

"No," comes her reply.

It's the first time she's stayed over, the first time anyone has stayed over but you. He was totally fine with it last night. Now it feels so gut wrenchingly wrong. Maybe he should wait a while longer before letting her stay again.

Taehyun

It's been a long, long day. Every muscle aches, and even his brain feels like a muscle with how tired he is. He drops his bag at the door and kicks off his shoes, the sofa calling to him longingly from across the room. The minute his back is on the soft cushion, he knows he'll fall asleep here, but he's not sure that he cares - he's fallen asleep worse places than this. Flicking on the TV, the first thing he sees is an ad about an upcoming movie, a remake of an old classic. He smiles.

"Hey babe," he calls out, "we should take your mom to see this, it's her favourite."

Hearing the familiar creak of the floorboards leading into the kitchen he glances up, and his smile falters. How could he have forgotten? She's looking at the screen with a confused expression, shaking her head. "No, it's not. I've never heard of it." She swings around to look at him now. "Have you even met my mom yet?"

He blinks, somehow feeling more drained than he was before. "Oh... I meant my mom."

Maybe he will go to bed after all.

Huening Kai

He's looking at the photos again, the ones in his phone that he keeps telling himself he'll delete. But every time he pulls them up to get rid of them, he finds he can't. He should, he knows he should, but it seems his head and his heart are at war.

He spends so long flicking through them, there are so many, accumulated over the years you spent together. He lands on his favourite; the two of you at the carnival. The memories the photo brings are so vivid, so precious, he swears he can remember every detail; the temperature of the air, the foods you ate, even the songs you listened to on the way home, car windows down and an impressive amount of sugar in your systems as you sang and bopped along. His mind replays the scene of the two of you on a ride, your laughter amidst the screams of other riders, clutching onto each other's arms for dear life, and how you almost dropped your phone as you reached out to capture the moment.

Kai forgets himself, forgets where he is right now, that this isn't your room he's lounging in, and a loud laugh bursts from him. When his joy filled eyes turn to meet hers, she is giving him an incredulous look over the top of her computer screen. He snaps out of it in an instant and tucks his phone away, apologising with a duck of his head. What is he going to do about those photos?

written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form

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cafeseoulmate · 1 year

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baby bear

established relationship au; Why We (Don’t) Work standalone bonus; wc: 773

If there is one habit that Beomgyu brought from your childhood to adulthood, from your years of strictly platonic friendship to almost a month of officially dating now, it’s the way he would not hesitate to trade you to Satan if it means getting your old teddy bear, Ms. Fluffy.

The little white and red teddy was actually a gift from his mom to you back when your respective parents were still the ones picking out your gifts for your schoolmates and writing the gift tags as if you were the ones who prepared them. You were in kindergarten back then and though you weren’t in the same section, little Beomgyu still insisted to Mrs. Choi that they buy you something, anything to show you that he considered you close enough to buy you a holiday gift.

Mrs. Choi ended up picking out Ms. Fluffy for you when Beomgyu then mentioned how you sometimes complained about having trouble sleeping during class nap times, something you’d scold him for later because you thought that was embarrassing (regardless of how much he reassured you that it isn’t).

Then the name Ms. Fluffy, proudly given by your six-year-old self way back then, is from the fact that her fur is exceptionally soft and her ears stick out from all the times you’ve picked on them nervously. Beomgyu used to teased you for it during sleepovers but you always manage to eavesdrop on him affectionately calling the teddy bear by its name with a higher-pitched voice when he thinks you’re not in the room or not paying attention.

Though it’s a gift from him to you, it does often feel like he just had his mom buy it for you to have an excuse to have a teddy bear. You’re pretty sure if your boyfriend were to choose between saving you and Ms. Fluffy from drowning, he’s probably going after your teddy bear first.

He always moves her little arms and legs to imitate walking and dancing, conjures up a specific high-pitched voice as if to make her talk, hugs her to his chest whenever he’s in your dorm or at your house, and shamelesslt borrows and steals her before you could leave for a trip.

And, naturally, since you started dating officially last Christmas break, Beomgyu’s obsession with Ms. Fluffy has grown exponentially worse.

You don’t know if you’re going to be endeared or annoyed specifically with how he always places the teddy bear either between the two of you or on your laps during movie nights, calling the teddy bear your baby and treating her like she’s actually your child accompanying you on your stay-home dates.

It makes your heart flutter, of course, but when you do actually want to hug Ms. Fluffy, Beomgyu’s somehow always objecting to it.

“She’s my kid originally, why can’t I hug my own kid?” You pout, playing along to Beomgyu’s antics in the hopes that he would give in this time. Tonight, Insidious is streaming on Beomgyu’s laptop because you both thought that your respective cowardice would cancel each other out. “Let me have Ms. Fluffy, Gyu!”

Beomgyu, however, stubborn as he is, pouts back even harder while keeping Ms. Fluffy in place between the two of you. “Uh, no, she stays in the middle.” He insists for the second time, patting Ms. Fluffy’s head. “Let her watch the movie in peace, Y/N. What if she wants to actually sit through a horror movie?”

“What if she gets scared like me, though? Look at her, she’ll need hugs too!”

“Then I’ll hug you both like this!” Your boyfriend then circles his arms over you, his hoodie sleeves covering Ms. Fluffy just as the doorbell starts ringing in the movie. “See? I’ll just protect you both!”

You scoff teasingly, though you do already feel your insides melting at the gesture. “I want to hug just Ms. Fluffy, though.”

He glares down at you immediately in response. “I’ll divorce you and take custody of Ms. Fluffy.” He threatens, making you stifle a giggle. “I’m being serious, Y/N!”

Serious Beomgyu, however, is always an adorable sight to see with his pout and his furrowed brows, so much so that you easily break character after this and reach a hand up to pinch his cheeks. “You’re so cute.”

“Hug me back, then! I’m not waiting all day!”

“Fine, fine, you grumpy baby.” You roll your eyes, picking up Ms. Fluffy from between the two of you and directing her arms to Beomgyu’s neck before hugging the two. “Better?”

“Suddenly, I’m not in the mood to watch a movie anymore. Let’s just cuddle, I think Ms. Fluffy would also agree.”

“Agreed.”

barista’s notes: merry christmas everyone! 💗🎄

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ewwww-what · 18 days

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You guys don’t get it, they used to be the high 5 heroes. They used to be the high 5 heroes guys. They used to. They used to be starry eyed freshmen. They had to choose each other. They had to have awkward introductions. They had to pick that name together. I’m never okay ever.

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rationalisms · 4 months

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man, the weird contrarian wave of people going on about how spoiling things is no big deal and if spoilers upset you then you just don't know how to experience media right that happened on here a while ago was so weird

as a certified autist who loves rereading/playing/watching/etc the same stuff 500 times and still gets joy out of it i know perfectly well that knowing the plot doesn't necessarily negate enjoyment

but experiencing something fresh for the first time and experiencing something again or with pre-existing knowledge are two different experiences and ideally i would always like to have both for any piece of media i like. especially if it's a mystery or twist or w/e where guessing along the first time is part of the appeal

really don't see how that's at all hard to understand

#thinking about this bc i just got majorly spoiled for smth that came out two weeks ago and am legit so sad about it #i would have loved to piece that together myself :(#imo especially for big/complex rpgs that take hundreds of hours to complete 2 weeks is not long enough to forego spoiler tags #txt

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helloimtired · 10 months

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sad lonely yearning screaming crying wallowing hours

#rants and rambles #txt post #text post #run on sentence #shitpost #screaming crying etc #sad lonely hours #text #friends #friendship #long distance friendship #lonliness #lonely #sad hours #sad girl hours #let me be sad #yearning hours #wallowing #I need to use that word more it’s a good word

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reidiot · 24 days

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seeing jules' helmet in a ferrari car this weekend has been brutal so far. i hope charles will have a good race today, not because he owes it to his friend, but because he wants to make him proud. fingers crossed, mon cœur 🖤🏁

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familyabolisher · 5 months

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ok 100% my own fault for even watching it but The Menu is really really fucking bad isn't it lol

#.txt #lol @ the lb review that's like 'well at least it's an hour shorter than triangle of sadness' Real

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dowagersqueen · 1 year

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feels like they always made a point to show how ser harrold westerling was kind and nice to rhaenyra because he knew her for so long but that wasn't extended to alicent as well, even though she was also a girl in an unfortunate position.

#txt #anyway its just feeling sad for alicent hours #she had no one

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bladesmitten · 4 months

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man. even when he's telling the story of his pact to tav, he prefers just showing it through the tadpole. he's practiced so many lies about what happened to him that telling the truth feels so foreign and he'd rather just use the tadpole to relay his memories. because it's easier.

and of course there's the trauma of him trying to tell the truth to his father only to be met with an exile.

#.txt #wow it's sad wyll hours i guess #kids approach him asking about his origin story and he thinks on his feet about a much better story. haha!#latched on to the fairy tales he always loved as a kid and used that to cope with not being able to tell the truth

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cafeseoulmate · 1 year

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mastermind

princess diaries-inspired modern royalty au, enemies to lovers au; wc: 1.9k; warnings for cursing

Funny enough, the first time you met Choi Yeonjun was also at a ball. Two weeks ago, actually. It was your 21st birthday and your parents made you dance with all of the eligible bachelors in attendance as per tradition, including the boy with the mischievous glint in his eyes and the cocky smirk.

You flirted. He flirted. You're quite sure he almost leaned in to ask you to sneak out too had Kang Taehyun not approached the two of you for his turn at the dance.

But you weren't aware of who he was that time, much less of the fact that he's the heir to the dukedom of Gyeonggi-do and the eldest of the Gyeonggi-do Choi clan which descended from the royal family your ancestors overthrew centuries ago. You can't admit it to anyone now, especially in light of recent revelations, but you may or may not have been too distracted by his looks even at the end of that night to ask your personal assistant about him.

So having to dance with him again, in another ball strategically organized as a PR stunt to ease the public’s opinion on the current succession crisis, only one thing keeps running through your head: fuck Choi Yeonjun and his ridiculously attractive features.

"Stop frowning." Said demon spawn whispers dangerously close to your ear, following his words with a pinch of your waist that almost has you yelping loudly. "They're still taking photos."

You can only imagine how it looks like from the guests' point of view, especially your own mother, Yeonjun’s mother the Duchess of Gyeonggi-do, and the palace's head publicist, Director Kim, who've been sipping wine in a corner together like vultures since Yeonjun invited you out to the dance floor.

As the current faces of your respective families, you have to act like you’re on amicable terms with each other, like it was still last weekend when the press mistook the two of you as being flirtatious with each other.

So your first instinct is to feign the most sickeningly sweet smile as you tilt your face away and look up at him, chuckling genuinely when he visibly fights the urge to cringe.

"Sorry, I just can't help it." You shrug, taking it upon yourself to lead the waltz while he's momentarily caught off-guard. "This isn't really the best of times, isn't it? Not like last Saturday, when you could've clued me in on some things so we wouldn't have to be in this situation."

You move the two of you in a circle so that your back is now turned away from the three women watching your every move, Yeonjun retaliating by then waltzing the two of you to the other side of the hall.

"Well, I'm sorry. I'm not really the type to show my family tree on the first meeting." He replies dryly, rolling his eyes in annoyance as he twirls you. "And we're in this ball because you stomped on my foot and had my seat secretly removed at the East Asian Summit on Wednesday.“

"Because you didn't tell me that you're from the family who's trying to take the crown." You roll your eyes without care, scoffing when Yeonjun reprimands you under his breath. "But you were shameless enough to follow me to Tokyo and pretend like you're also representing the Crown. You kind of deserved it."

Yeonjun sighs in exasperation, hands unconsciously squeezing your own harder. "I already told you, that was Parliament sending me there last minute because of th—God, why am I even explaining myself to you?" He then stops the waltz as the live string quartet also ends their piece, staring you down instead of turning to the stage and clapping for the performers like everyone else. "Look, believe me or not, I really don't give that much of a shit for the throne, at least not in the same way as my parents. Everything up until now—my family's claim, the Summit incident, the ball—has been because of our families' centuries-long feud over the throne and Parliament members being a bunch of disorganized assholes."

He then moves you away from the dance floor as another song begins to play, gentler this time with his hands almost feather-light on your upper arms. "If it were up to me, I'd just inherit the dukedom from my father quietly and go back to the U.S. come Spring to resume my Master's. The throne has you as a living immediate heir, anyway, so why should I try to insert myself in that?" He continues, eyes softening while your glare hardens. "But my parents have sticks up their asses and want to push me into this while Parliament's pushing you to marry in a month as per old succession laws so until then, whether we like it or not, you're stuck with me at public events."

You hear another faint click of a camera in the distance and his first instinct is to cover you by moving to the direction of the camera.

And then, the stupidest, craziest idea comes to mind—one that will definitely make the King and Queen of South Korea order your head on a silver platter tomorrow at the latest but at least Director Kim would be a bit impressed with.

"What if you marry me?"

Yeonjun furrows his brows, expressing what seems to be genuine concern and maybe even alarm for the first time since you’ve met. "Excuse my language, Your Highness, but what in the actual fuck now?"

You also want to ask yourself the very same question as you observe his reaction turn worse as the question lingers but you eventually swallow your pride anyway and continue, pointing to yourself. "I need to get married in a month so Parliament and the rest of the country would approve of my succession because of old boomer laws." You then point to him after. "Your family wants you to be King because you’re descended from the King my ancestor overthrew. It’s two birds with one stone.”

“Technically, I’ll be King consort, then—“

“The first thing we’ll do is change that if your parents really insist.” You retort immediately, feeling your mouth moving quicker than your brain is processing any of your own words. You don’t even notice Yeonjun’s ears turning pink when you refer to yourselves as a collective ��we,’ as if you noticed the usage yourself as you speak quickly and in hushed tones. “Well, I mean, I’ll abolish the marriage law first but it’s—okay, your title’s the second thing I’ll handle!”

Yeonjun gathers his composure again and squints his eyes suspiciously at you, crossing his arms in thought as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. “But you made it apparent to me the whole week that you hate me and, I quote, would make it legal for yourself to hang me by my toes in the courtyard with your head of security.” He points out. “Why should I agree to this?”

“Well clearly, I’ve changed my mind and we don’t really have that much of a choice in this situation.” You scoff, mirroring his crossed arms stubbornly. “If you really were being sincere just now in that you don’t want any part in our families’ drama as much as I’m pretty much over all the hoops I have to go through to take the Crown, we’ll have to be smarter in going about this. That’s just how it is in this court.

“Now, it’s not the most ideal proposition but it’s probably our best option right now, given I’m the only one who’s doing the thinking so far. The worst case scenario of this whole fiasco is that a long and legal court battle between our families would happen which could be bad PR for the Crown and very unproductive of South Korea.

“You can walk away from my offer and continue being a pawn in your parents’ schemes without any insider ally, I don’t really care. Or, we can make this work: we’ll get married at the end of the month, change the laws on the throne and succession via marriage, and go off on our separate ways as a married couple. I can rule on my own and you can leave whenever you want, just have staff ready to carry your work when you do and occasionally arrange for public appearances as King.”

He thinks it through for a moment, gaze darting down to his dress shoes with his lips pursed and his right hand tapping on his left bicep rhythmically.

So in the same silence, you also contemplate on your own offer. To be fair, outside all of the succesion drama, the Gyeonggi-do Choi family isn’t all that bad: they rule over their province exceptionally well your parents mostly are friendly and civil with each other outside the discussions on the history of the South Korean throne post-World War II. You would know, you majored majored in Diplomacy and International Relations like most noble children and took a minor in History specifically for this very situation.

Yeonjun, on the other hand, though you’ve only known him for a week at this point (debatably even shorter than that since he did keep his title and family background a secret until just this Wednesday) seems like a decent guy. From your first dance, you’ve gathered that he’s taking a Master’s in Political Science at Harvard, dances pretty well, and seems to genuinely care about making a difference as a ruler like you.

And, fine, he’s also attractive as hell and a true gentleman whenever you’re not bickering or stomping his foot in front of other Asian state leaders.

What could go wrong?

“If it’s too complicated, then forget i—“

“I’ll do it.”

At the same time, a trio of female guests pass by, the tallest one in the pink ballgown accidentally bumping shoulders with you and almost causing you to topple over.

Yeonjun catches you by the arm just in time, steadying you with another hand to your own. “Are you okay?”

“Are you serious?” You ask back, unconsciously holding onto his arm as you stand straight once more. “You’ll do it?”

“We’ll have to discuss my role as King first since you mentioned that you’ll change the laws on consorts. We’ll have to ensure that my parents are satisfied with it and that my responsibilities are laid out clear for me to follow well.” He answers, belatedly letting go of you with an awkward cough. “And we’ll have to discuss how we’ll navigate the marriage, too, since it’s more out of convenience than choice. That, and a bunch of other marriage and business contingencies.”

You nod in agreement, already feeling an unfamiliar weight on your shoulders as your offer slowly sets itself in motion. “We’ll have to learn to trust each other first too, more than right now. I’ll need to know that you won’t overthrow me the second your title and power are changed from consort to King.” You add with a raised brow, extending your hand out for a handshake that should seal the deal. “Personally, even with the stunt you pulled off this week, I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt as early as now if you’d give me the same. So do we have a deal?”

Instead of shaking your hand as you expected, however, he takes your hand in his to pull you closer until you’re chest to chest with him before planting a kiss directly on your lips.

“Deal.” He smirks against your wide eyes and slacked jaw, immediately taking the opportunity to plant another kiss to your parted mouth. “How about we sneak away and discuss this more in the garden? This is also the perfect time to disappear and leave everyone hanging.”

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