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#txt. In this light she could almost be a knight.
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hey someone in the shifting community should make like a symbol that’s able to be copy and pasted into bios, ao3 tags, wattpad titles, display names etc.
like ☽ ✰ ♔ yk those kinds of symbols/emojis but it’s this
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anything for you | e. sohn x reader ft. yeonjun of txt
summary 》 longterm bf cheats on you & causes you to turn to your bsf for the night, but the night takes a turn
warnings 》 arguing, cheating, alcohol intake, fighting, suggestive at points, its just very angst
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| yn
2:31 am
hey
are you awake
come get me
you quickly clicked your phone off after sending the text, using your sleeve to wipe your eyes. you sniffled and what felt like hours of waiting for a text back was simply a couple minutes. you took another sip of the bottle sitting next to you.
| ericicicic 
2:33 am
hey
awake 
leaving now 
he was a lifesaver. eric, your bestfriend since middle school. he didnt even ask why you needed to get out of the house, always at your call like a loyal dog, a knight waiting to save his princess. in a platonic way of course. “its strictly platonic” was something you had to say often, for many reasons. like explaining to your mom at the age of 13 it wasnt necessary to plan your future wedding with eric. telling your first boyfriend at the age of 15 that erics like a sister to you. begging your dad to let eric spend the night at 17 so you could work on your joint science project. you could see why maybe it didnt seem so platonic but really, you never viewed him that way. 
the most recent event of having to explain just how platonic the two of you were was when you moved in with your current boyfriend, yeonjun. eric was passed-out drunk in your bathtub and you had to beg yeonjun to let him stay the night. he always seemed jealous and unnerved by eric. 
“no, he cant stay here” yeonjun grabbed your wrist pulling you close to him so he could whisper shout to you. “why not? i would let any of your friends stay with us! he cant be alone like this.” yeonjun rolled his eyes “you would never let any of my female friends stay the night”
you didnt know it at the time, but you were right to have never let his female friends stay over. the very reason youd texted eric was because about an hour ago you caught yeonjun cheating on you. you remember every detail. its been playing in your head since it happened. youd just come back from the bar with your girl-friends, celebrating one of their engagements. everyone thought youd be the first engaged, and up until your friend announced her engagement so did you. you even found the receipt for the ring yeonjun had hiding in his closet. but the ring was no use. the damage was done. 
“yeonjun im home-” you said, opening the bedroom door. “wait baby wait-” he said, frantically standing up from the bed. sheets and blankets tangled on his body, as you started to tear up almost immediately. “yeonjun- who is this woman in our bed?” you pushed your hair back almost ripping some out, before tightening your fist into a ball. he put his underwear on at the speed of light, signaling for the girl to remain quiet as he ushered you out the room, grabbing your wrist just as tight as he did on eric-bathtub night two years ago. “i can explain-” he stuttered together, expecting immediate protest. you threw him off his track when you replied with “oh you can explain? please explain then.” he looked around trying to find words to say “im cheating on you” without sounding like he was cheating on you, but alas his brain betrayed him. “youre drunk y/n, lets just talk about this in the morning.” you rolled our eyes so far back that it hurt a little, using your free hand to rip his off your wrist. “you cant explain it to me so i must be drunk right? get the fuck out of here yeonjun.” he was half right. you were sorta drunk, granted not drunk enough to hallucinate a whole woman in your bed, but he could smell it on you. “get out? fuck do you mean get out this is my place? seriously lets just talk in the morning yn-” yeonjuns speech drops as the girl(now fully dressed) walks out of the bedroom “i think im just gonna go ill call an uber or something” she says, avoiding any and all eye-contact with you. “shes a smart one- god you really know how to pick them huh yeonjun?” you scoff, sticking your middle finger up at the girl. no, you realize its not entirely her fault, she probably didnt know he was taken, but seriously? you guys are arguing in the hallway and she just interrupts like that? what a joke. you hear the front door of the apartment close as yeonjun stares to make sure shes left. “you have about three minutes to explain who the fuck she was and what the fuck she was doing here before i kick you out.” he placed his hand on his forehead, wiping away sweat. “first of all, im not leaving. second of all, i said i would talk to you about it in the morning.” you pushed him further way from you, walking with anger towards the kitchen. “where the fuck are you going?” yeonjun half-shouted, reaching out for but barely missing your arm. you rummaged your cabinets for a bottle of something, anything, to land on a half-full titos. “you dont wanna leave? ill fucking leave. i dont wanna see your fucking face, i dont wanna see this fucking apartment, and i dont wanna sleep in a bed where you just fucked someone and did god-knows what fucking else.” you took a sip from the bottle. “babe you cant just leave its 2:30 am.” he says, meeting you in the kitchen. “do not babe me. im a grown woman and ill do whatever the fuck i want. fuck you yeonjun, seriously.” and so just like that, you left the apartment, slamming the door. 
and so brings us back to the “hey” you sent eric at exactly 2:31 am. you slid down the wall outside your apartment early 2000s rnb style, sobbing into the sleeves of your black dress. eric, who lives 10 minutes away, got there in a record breaking five minutes, like he could sense something was wrong. His car that was only semi-falling apart pulled into the parking lot and he rolled down the window to look at you, only to see you fallng apart on the pavement floor. he opened his door and sprinted towards you. “yn what the hell happened?” he said, bending down to meet you. his plaid pajama pants were slightly too long, hair brown and messy. he moved your arm away from your face, as his hand moved your head up. he sat directly in front of you, criss cross apple sauce style “did..did yeonjun do something?” he asked hesitantly, afraid to be wrong. you couldnt even speak, your anger had evaporated into sadness, so you just nodded as you buried your face into his neck. your mascara tear stains copied onto the shoulder of his jacket. he pet your head as he glared at the apartment door, knowing his newly-sworn enemy was on the other side of it. “hey, yn, we should get into the car, youll freeze to death out here.” eric spoke softly into your ear. sure, he did want to keep you warm, but everytime he saw yeonjuns shadow in the kitchen window, he had to stop every bone in his body from starting a fight. so it was also a safety measure. 
he held your waist to get you up from the ground, taking his jacket off and placing it on your shoulders. thank god for the jacket, cause if not for the extra layer your black makeup wouldve ruined his white tshirt. “do you want me to take that with us?” he said, pointing to the bottle of titos left on the floor. “no,” you laughed sarcastically as he smiled sweetly. youd always felt like his smile could light up the dark, but tonight it just felt so much more comforting, like home. he helped you walk to his car, still drunk enough for your heels to make you stumble. he opened the passenger door for you before getting in on his own side. “do you wanna talk about it? or do you just want me to drive?” he looked at you, waiting for you to decide. “lets just drive for a little, if thats ok.” he was with you, anything wouldve been ok. he stuck a thumbs up to you, starting his car. you hummed along to the songs on the radio for a few moments, until your phone started to blow up. multiple notifications across multiple apps flooded your phone, messages from the names “yj<3″ “junnie” “the boyfriend” depending on the app he used to try and communicate. every message following the general tone of “where the fuck are you?” “are you with eric??” “yn answer me”.
"so fucking over this." you said, holding the power button to shut your phone down. you shoved your phone into the glovebox, deciding to fully not deal with it. "im sorry yn." eric said, looking over at you. "its fine, not like youre the one who cheated on me after 5 years." erics grip on the steering wheel tightened to the point of his fingertips turning white. "he cheated on you?" oh fuck, did you just say that outloud? he turned sharply into the dennys parking lot. "yeah, he did." you fiddled with the necklace around your neck. “how did you find out?” he asked hesitantly. “when i came home she was just...there. in my bed. he said he would explain everything in the morning but i just cant imagine what there is to explain.” you looked down avoiding any eye contact, "but its ok. i think dennys will make up for it." you tried to lighten the mood, but eric was not having it. "ill meet you inside yn, go get us a table." he smiled at you, unlocking the car. unbeknownst to you, this was not the first time you had confessed to eric about something yeonjun fucked up with. however, you were usually too drunk to remember. 
“i just cant believe he would do this to me, he was flirting with my friends the whole time we were out eric” she sobbed over the phone, audibly drunk. “i just wish you were here with me.” yn sniffled as you heard her down more of what you only assumed was alcohol. 
“i just met his parents for the first time and now his mom is talking shit about in the next room. he isnt even defending me”
“he was supposed to meet me for dinner 3 hours ago”
as soon as you were inside the dennys and too far away to see the car, eric could hear the little devil on his shoulder feed him an idea. “call him” the devil said, “call yeonjun”, he taunted. “i cant, if yn found out that would fuck everything up”. eric thought to himself, but he knew the devil could hear. he pulled your phone out of the glovebox to see messages still flooding your phone. “she doesnt have to know.” was the last thing the devil had to say for eric to be convinced. 
"oh my god yn never scare me like that again-"
 "listen up, choi yeonjun"
"eric?"
 "you are so fucking lucky i didn't come into the house and beat your ass when i picked yn up, do you understand that?"
"you couldnt beat me in a fight anyways, eric."
"do you wanna bet on that?" eric fired back,"if i ever, ever, hear about you contacting yn again after what you did to her, you will not live to see another day. understand?" was that an empty threat? at the time, no. he really meant that he would kill him. but he also knew he was no fighter.
the call hung up and eric deleted it from the log, shoving your phone back into the glove box.
"just a fruit punch and an iced tea, please." you said to the waitress, waving at eric as he finally walked into the restaurant. he had a pair of sweatpants in his hands, which he offered to you as he sat down. "are you saying you dont like my dress?" he laughed, "no yn, you look beautiful, but i figured those would be more comfortable." beautiful? it rolled off his tongue so naturally, but it stuck out to you. you accepted the sweats and went into the bathroom to change. when you finally met your reflection, you realized something. you didnt really miss yeonjun. you got cheated on and that was still affecting you, but the idea of yeonjun had shifted. the hole you thought yeonjun would leave in your heart had been patched, and fairly quickly. youd never admitted this to yourself until now, but youve had feelings for eric for years. but he felt unattainable. he was your boy-next-door, a romcom fantasy novel people got to read about. yeonjun felt real, even if the reality was daily fights about some strange inconvenience in the relationship. yeonjun was like the relationships you saw in real life, the fighting, the tears, the anger, and to you that was love. loving someone like eric was so easy and natural, there was no angst or fight. you werent good enough for him. you slipped on his sweat pants, they hugged your waist just tight enough. 
eric tried to hide the blush creeping onto his face seeing you fully decked out in his clothing, with the same jacket from earlier now zipped up. "thank you," you slid into the other side of the booth, "for everything tonight." he playfully rolled his eyes, "id do anything for you, y/n." butterflies danced in your stomach at his words. the waitress brought the drinks over, setting them down. "are you two lovebirds ready to order?" you felt your face get immediately red. eric felt like he should clarify you guys werent together, but before he could get the words out you simply said yes.
eric couldnt hear whatever you just ordered out of pure stun, and he stuttered at the beginning of his order.
"i dont feel like telling people i was just cheated on. so we're lovebirds tonight." you grabbed his hand, squeezing slightly. you knew you shouldnt be moving on this fast. but eric felt like home. you just couldnt deny it. all those times, telling people how platonic the relationship was, was just a feeble attempt to hide what was rising in you all these years.  “so, why were you so dressed up earlier?" he said, trying to change the topic of conversation. "oh god, i was at my friends engagement party." you chuckled, realizing the slight irony in how your night started vs. ended. erics hand flew up to his face slightly embarrassed about bringing it up. "its fine, its no big deal anyways. in fact, if it werent for them i probably wouldnt even believe in love anymore." you said, letting your sentence turn into a whisper towards the end. "whys that?" eric raised an eyebrow. "dont know. guess im just realizing that men dont just show up on white horses anymore."
and right on queue, the dennys doors burst open. a tall man with black hair walking in to cause a scene. "yeonjun?" you said, throwing down your silverware, standing to meet him. you werent sure if your next action was fueled by alcohol, anger, or adrenaline, but you smacked yeonjun right across the face. yeonjun stood there in shock, hand covering where you smacked, as eric rushed to grab your waist and hold you back. you could see yeonjuns eyes change, as his arms tensed up. behind his eyes it was obvious he was fighting with himself to not hit you right back. "did you just...hit me?" yeonjun asked, but he clearly knew the answer. you felt tears well up in your eyes, you used the sleeve of erics jacket to wipe your face. "how did you find us here?" eric asked while sizing yeonjun up. "well, eric, when you called me it updated yns location. but i shouldve known youd be with him, your little boytoy." you felt erics body tensing up behind you but you turned towards him before he could move. "you...called..him?" you said between tears, quickly glancing between the two boys. "yeah, yn, he did. tried to tell me off, he said hed beat me up if i tried to talk to you again, which...doesnt seem to be happening." erics jaw clenched, "yeonjun you should just leave." he said, trying to keep calm. "im not leaving without yn," yeonjun tried to grab your hand, but you pulled it away. "in what fucking world would i go home with you? god i dont wanna be around either of you right now." you sobbed, pushing through your boyfriend and out the dennys. 
yeonjun and eric both followed you yet eric stopped at the windows, giving the two of you space. "its either him or me, yn." yeonjun says, sounding sincere for the first time this whole event. "you or him? you or him? you cheated on me, and yet ive been given the ultimatum? how about its me or her, yeonjun? whoever the fuck she was." you say raising your voice with every word, and if alcohol didnt have you drunk anymore the pure emotion of the situation definitely had you not feeling sober. "YOU, i would pick you everytime. i was just, being stupid." his eyes started to water but there was no sympathy left in you. “I cant do this, yeonjun. the constant back and forth arguing over every. little. god. damn thing. you cant date someone for 5 years and then decide to act stupid.” he tried to approach you but you just shoved him back, and like a scene from a drama rain started to pour down. “i know i fucked up, yn, but please, you have to give me another chance.” you couldnt find the words to say, how to properly convey that you just wanted everything to go back to normal. that if you could you would turn back time and wouldve waited a few more hours to go home, maybe she wouldve been gone. “i cant. i just cant.” you turned around and opened erics car door, slamming it shut. you sobbed into your hands, making you blind to your surroundings. 
yeonjun turned to face his own car, smacking a fist down on the hood. eric, who now had a clear shot to his target finally made his way out of the dennys. immediately left hooking yeonjun before being pushed onto the hard asphalt. after slipping on his way up, his now bloody-hand shoved yeonjun against the already dented hood, loud enough for you to look up from your wet hands to see the two fighting. you went to pull on the door handle but of course in a time of urgency you struggled to get a grip on it. once it finally opened, you ran to pull the younger off of your boyfriend yelling out for them to fucking stop. like hed been cleansed from an inner-demon erics facial expression immediately changed upon seeing you, a mixture of guilt and sorrow now spreading across his face. you shrieked seeing the blood on his face and hands, yeonjun quickly seeing that he wasnt the one you were going to check up on. and while you shoved eric into the passenger seat of his own car, yeonjun escaped(granted not scratch free). you stomped to the other side of the car to get into the drivers seat, pulling your sleeves up as you got in. 
“eric sohn what the fuck is wrong with you?” you said, voice almost raw. he stayed almost completely still and silent. “i-im sorry, yn” he muttered out. “sorry? yeah, im sorry too. god men are so fucking stupid.” anger littered throughout your words, tinges of sarcasm peaking through. “i just. couldnt listen to him treat you like that anymore. i dont know how you deal with him.” the truth was, you never did deal with him. you let everything slide, never confronting him, but eric didnt need to know that. “well i dont fist fight him thats for fucking sure.” eric laughed, “yeah well, maybe you should next time.” normally youd be pissed off at someone making a joke when you were so frustrated, but in all honesty you were over the fighting. “i dont think theres gonna be a next time.” you sighed, coming to terms with the fact that 5 years of a relationship had just been tossed. thrown away. eric was probably going to regret his next move, but he was also probably going to regret not making a move.
“yn, i love you.” he looked at you directly, his eyes full of such innocence in contrast to the blood on his face. you froze entirely, trying to figure out what type of love he meant. “i love you too, eric.”you said slowly, and unsure. no, that wasnt what he meant. “no, yn, i really truly love you. in a non platonic way.” your heart was beating out of your chest, butterflies flooded your stomach like youd been sick with them. you were confused, time felt like itd started to go 10 times faster. “i know this is horrible timing but-” you kissed him. straight interrupted his sentence, turnt your body, grabbed his face, and kissed him. you didnt think about any consequences to your action, or if you would regret this or not, you just knew you had to kiss him. he kissed back with passion like hed never get this chance again. the box inbetween you was causing too much space so you crossed over it, now straddling him in the passenger seat. you cupped his face, careful to not hit any sores, kissing deeper and deeper. your bodies kept rolling against eachother, and not in a lustful way, but because you just couldnt get close enough(so maybe a little lustful). he grabbed your waist going underneath your his jacket, feeling soft and warm skin. you gasped for air after pulling away, strands of his brown hair stuck lightly to his forehead. “yn that was- i dont know what to say.” he looked up at you, hands still resting onto your waist, the softest smile gracing his face. “then dont say anything. just kiss me again.” you pushed his hair back, admiring his features for a second. as you leaned back in, noses touching, he simply let out a whisper. 
“anything for you.”
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“It comes through the written and the spoken word; sometimes a word, a sentence or a poem or a story, is so resonant, so right, it causes us to remember, at least for an instant, what substance we are really made from, and where is our true home.”
Singing Over the Bones, Women Who Run With the Wolves, Clarissa Pinkola Estés
made me think of shifting
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fuck it *scripts the cabin from folklore/evermore is my waiting room and i climb through the piano to my dr*
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New Tagging System
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Non-Shifting Related Things
(i will be keeping the generic #personal and #do not reblog)
My OR Life
#She rises like Athena ‚ on a night of victory dancing.
#txt. She Rises like the blood moon ‚ in a sky of a thousand stars bursting.
Game of Thrones(unrelated to my DR)
#When you play the game of thrones ‚ you win or you die ‚ Cersei Lannister had told him in the godswood.
#txt. Ned had played and lost ‚ and his men had payed the price of his folly with their life’s blood.
Main Blog Shit
#Look out to the sky ‚ I’ll be calling your name ‚ echoed out in the thunder.
#txt. I watched as you signed your name Marjorie.
Other Fandoms
#Fleur Delacour swept over to Mr. Ollivander and handed him her wand.
#txt. A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies ‚ said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.
Shifting Shit
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Shiftspo
#In this light she could almost be a beauty.
#txt. In this light she could almost be a knight.
The Reality of Desired Reality
#Why would any man ever want to be King?
Shiftblr
#Let him grow taller ‚ she asked the gods.
#txt. Let him know sixteen ‚ and twenty ‚ and fifty.
Reality Shifting
#She was red ‚ and terrible ‚ and red.
#txt. Lady Melisandre wore no crown ‚ but every man there knew she was Stannis Baratheon’s real Queen.
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#Oberyn was ever the viper; deadly ‚ dangerous ‚ unpredictable. No man dared tread on him.
#txt. I was the grass. Pleasant ‚ complaisant ‚ sweet-smelling ‚ swaying with every breeze. Who fears to walk upon the grass?
Main DR // DR Number 4.1
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General DR Number 4.1 Tag
#She was ‚ in fact ‚ a child of the moon. Wandering around aimlessly in the dark. Bringing light to everyone around her.
Rosalie Tarth
#‘They call her the Small Council’s Daughter ‚ but she is the Daughter of Evenfall Hall. And you should know by now that she was never yours.’
#txt. Magic tumbled from her pretty lips and when she spoke the language of the universe—the stars signed in unison.
Brienne of Tarth
#Your sister is the Warrior of Star and Snow ‚ Qēlos se sōna ‚ I know it.
#txt. Arise ‚ Brienne of Tarth ‚ a knight of the Seven Kingdoms.
House Tarth // The Vestjari
#In Darkness We Rise ‚ Young Rosalie spoke.
#txt. In life I was a Vestjari Warrior ‚ then a pirate of the Stepstones ‚ then No One. The Harpy of Braavos told The Cat of the Canals.
Sansa Stark
#I am Sansa Stark of Winterfell ‚ this is my home. And you can’t frighten me.
#txt. Never mistake her silence for weakness. Remember that sometimes the air stills ‚ before the onset of a hurricane.
Sansalie
#She talks about you like you put the stars in the sky.
#txt. Some hearts understand each other even in silence.
House Stark // The First Men
#A direwolf will rip a man’s arm off his shoulder as easily as a dog will kill a rat.
#txt. They have your sisters. We have to get the girls back...and then we will kill them all.
Jon Snow
#I keep hearing stories about you ‚ Bastard. The way people in the North talk about you ‚ you’re the greatest swordsman who ever walked.
#txt. He is the Prince that was Promised ‚ and his is the song of ice and fire.
Petyr Baelish
#A mockingbird...You created your own sigil didn’t you?
#txt. When the time comes ‚ Petyr ‚ you must remember the safest place for a mockingbird is high in the starry sky.
Lyanna Mormont
#I pledged to fight for the North ‚ and I will fight.
#txt. Lyanna will grow to be stronger ‚ braver ‚ more courteous than you or I have ever been. She is like a daughter to me.
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