Paraluman ni Luna

[bigandlong]

If you see this on your dashboard, reblog this, NO MATTER WHAT and all your dreams and wishes will come true.

[jae-felidae]

Oh hey! Haven’t seen this in forever! Didn’t reblog it when it came across me before, not gonna skip it this time, I need some good vibes.

[leodette]

i mean, 2025 is just two days away, so why not

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Imagine you're opening AO3 and search for a fic. Imagine you're finding one that fits all your criterias. Imagine it has the perfect length. Imagine getting lost in the story and feeling almost high when it's over. Imagine looking up the author and they have written. so. many. more. fics. exactly. like. that. Imagine.

[paralumanniluna]

@honeyhotteoks this post is talking about youuuuuu 🥹

[jeongyunho99]

Yunho ✧ GOLDEN HOUR : Part.2 Album Photo : TO VER.

[write-on-world]

[simplyadoreateez]

[📷] ATEEZ(에이티즈) GOLDEN HOUR : Part.2 Album Photo : TO VER.

[songmingisthighs]

i did smth stupid now i'm gonna go live off the grid in a cave. bye.

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[writing-prompt-s]

You’ve been fully blind since birth. You also just can’t make sense of why the charming Greek lady who runs the local statue garden doesn’t seem to have many friends besides you…

[catchymemes]

[songmingisthighs]

tonight's update will be delayed bc i procrastinated and i saw a really funny dumb video on instagram and i can't stop scrolling lmaooooo

[paralumanniluna]

She lyin’ ~ she’s on her honeymoon das whyyy

[songmingisthighs]

the signal here in jeju is still good shut up

[paralumanniluna]

tHe SiGnAl hErE iN jEjU iS sTiLl gOoD sHuT uP

[songmingisthighs]

tonight's update will be delayed bc i procrastinated and i saw a really funny dumb video on instagram and i can't stop scrolling lmaooooo

[paralumanniluna]

She lyin’ ~ she’s on her honeymoon das whyyy

[cosmicdumpling-deactivated20241]

if only » jeong yunho

SYNOPSIS: Jeong Yunho is somebody you've spent almost the entirety of your life with, coming up against almost everything together— troubles, trials, laughter, love. But perhaps it's because you loved each other too much and too soon... that everything has become a little too late.

PAIRING: yunho x gn!reader

GENRE: romance, angst

THEME/S: "the one that got away", best friend!yunho

⚠️  WARNINGS: none i think (lmk if there are!)

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

➺ MAIN MASTERLIST

Jealousy has never been really a frequent undertaker of problems in yours and Yunho’s friendship, but that’s also because neither of you are really entitled to feel the emotion. 

To what extent can a friend be allowed to feel and contain an insurmountable amount of jealousy, for not belonging to the other’s arms? It stems from being just a mere little ignition; faint, unnoticed— until it sparks into bigger flames and burns a large chunk of your chest. 

And god, do you keep telling yourself, if only I could say it out loud. 

Then you’d ask yourself again, what’s stopping you from doing so? But like every other time, you couldn’t find a good answer.

Yunho’s laughter rings into a blur as you trail off in a haze, a daydream; captivating your very being and making it seem like there’s nobody else in the room but him. You take good notice of the crescents of his eyes, how there’s a faint glimmer radiating from his orbs; the crinkles of his nose, and the full, vibrant, smile on his lips.

And then you see it. You finally get it. 

This is what’s stopping you from saying it out loud.

You don’t want Yunho to stop being happy. You don’t want to see him sad, awkward, or disappointed. You always want to see his light bursting brightly wherever he goes; you always want to see him as blissed out as he could be because the best is just what he is, and what he truly deserves.

He stands in the center of the room, looking even more dashing in a suit, entertaining the people in the room with his funny little speech. His dad jokes still bring a grin to your face, and you put your hands together and clap as he finishes. Classical music replaces the sound of his voice, and you look back down onto your hands against the cream-colored table.

“You tired?” His voice rings next to your ear, making you jolt in your seat with the sudden feel of his breath on your skin. Wasn’t he just in the center of the grand ballroom, or were you staring into blank space for longer than you thought?

None of your thoughts seem to matter any longer, however, when Yunho slips into the seat beside you— placing his hand above yours before rubbing small circles against the back of your palm. 

You give him a lazy smile. “Mmhm. A bit.”

“Just a little bit more and you’ll get to rest, I promise,” He says, and you trust him. 

You trust that this will be over soon and you’ll get to plop yourself back onto your sheets and sleep this all away.

It’s quiet for a bit, though it’s everything but awkward. This is probably one of the things you love when spending time with Yunho. As much as he’s bubbly, happy, and a little bit crazy, the silence that you share on calmer times is as equally comfortable as when you’re both feeling rowdy. Though, Yunho’s fidgeting isn’t as quiet at the moment, and you take notice of the way his leg is bouncing quickly, and how he’s probably itching to tell you something.

“Do you still hate me?” 

So he speaks.

“For what?”

“For leaving.”

A snort escapes your lips, and you try to appear collected. Though, Yunho is making it very hard to pretend to be when he’s looking at you with his big, genuine, seriously curious eyes— and he’s not waiting around for nothing.

He really wants a solid answer.

“You’re here now, should I have any reason to hate you?”

“Well, I was a jerk,” He chuckles, one hand reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. “Do you, um, still wanna know what I originally wanted to say that day, though?”

You turn in your seat to face him and cock your head to the side with a chuckle, your gown scratching against the white seat. “Oh, we’re getting there, aren’t we now?” 

“I was going to ask you to be mine.”

He interrupts, in a rush to get the words out of his mouth.

“You know… stop all the best friend bullshit,” He sighs, eyes moving around though he’s in a daze, as if trying to vividly remember what had happened several years prior. “Because… had you said yes then, I wouldn’t have left. I would’ve pursued education with you in our Dream Uni.” 

Yunho chuckes, shaking his head, before speaking in a softer voice, “But I let my emotions take the best of my control, and now I feel like a complete fucking idiot.”

“Well, I wasn’t entirely smart either,” You ruffle his hair, and he leans closer into the familiar warmth of your touch. “If only I knew that day was the last time I’d get to see you, to hear your voice, to touch you…”

You trail off, eyes taking in every inch of his face, the glow of his supple skin…

“What would you do?” Yunho asks, orbs glimmering with curiosity below the glow of the amber lights. “What would you have done?”

He notices the way your downcast lashes flutter against the skin of your cheek as you look down, taking a moment to compose yourself before looking back up at him with a smile. 

He refuses to search the depths of your eyes.

“I would’ve held you so tight so that you wouldn’t have to leave me ever,” You whisper, the underlying quiver on your voice barely hidden by the softness of it. “Because that was really all I ever wanted.”

It’s silent again, and while it’s not uncomfortable, there is a certain tension that doesn’t allow you to speak up as quickly as you wanted to. So, with your voice failing you, you force a giggle and wave a dismissive hand in the air.

“Now that we’re talking about it, I feel all the more stupid. That was very… silly of us,” Yunho chuckles, and he pats the top of your head twice. “But seeing as though we’re here together again today… that wasn’t really the last time we saw each other, yeah?”

You stare into his hopeful orbs, nodding with a tight-lipped smile. “Yeah.”

Silence, again, for a few more seconds, before his lips visibly tug into a slow, growing smile.

“Can I still get my long overdue hug, though?” He asks, making you burst into a fit of giggles, shaking your head at him before murmuring a faint, “C’mere.”

Instantly, he’s leaning in, large hands gentle against your back as he tugs you closer to his body. You inhale his familiar, homey, scent; and you feel the urge to curl your fingers against his soft locks from behind his neck up.

The memories of what once was the past come flooding back to you as if they were only yesterday, the warmth of being in Yunho’s arms bringing a sense of comfortable nostalgia to creep into every crevice of your body. 

You remember how it used to feel when you’d sit on his lap with your arm around his shoulders, nuzzling your cheek against his before playfully biting his skin, until he’d crack a smile and his eyes would turn into little half-moons.

You remember how it used to feel when you’d fight and he’d pull you in, whispering sweet little nothings into your ear until you’re both calm and sorry, and leaning against each other in complete comfortable silence.

You remember how, that one rainy day when you walked together with hearts beating at the same pace for the last time, your hands refused to hold each other despite needing comfort beneath the cold.

—How, during that one moment, you could’ve made him stay and not go through several years of winter without his warming presence; how you could’ve held his hand instead of hopelessly brushing your fingertips against the cold train glass just to reach for the hands you never got to hold close to you, but want to.

As he pulls away from the hug, you feel it again; the cold, the frosty breeze, the long winter days; and when he locks eyes with you, you wish you could pull him in again.

But you don’t, just like you did seven years ago, letting him slip away from you until you couldn’t feel him any longer.

The fond look in his eyes feels like a kick to the stomach.

“Thanks,” He says softly, giving you a lop-sided grin as he stands from his seat, the legs of his chair screeching softly against the tiles.

You give him a soft pat on the arm, “Best wishes, Yun.” 

Jeong Yunho is someone who, in hindsight, you have spent almost the entirety of your life with. You’ve been friends since the moment you were pushed out of your mothers’ stomachs, growing together and going through the ups and downs of life together from toddlership to the present when you’ve already gotten degrees and had become corporate slaves, and that should be enough.

But as you watch his figure retreating back to the center of the room to sit with his very own bride— the woman who will get to hold him for the rest of her life, you finally realize that it isn’t.

He wasn’t just your best friend. He wasn’t just somebody you wanted to get to know better.

Jeong Yunho is the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. 

You want to continue discovering more of the world with him. You want to hold him on his worst days, yell with him on his best ones; you want to watch cheesy romantic movies with him, you want to do skincare with him, travel with him, grow with him until you’re gray and old and could barely move a single muscle without breaking a bone.

You want it all with him— your firsts and your lasts.

But you couldn’t.

Not any longer.

You loathe all the words that were choked high up your throat but never got to find their way out. You loathe all of the moments that you took for granted just because you’d expected him to choose you until the end. 

You loathe the thought of the love that could’ve happened, but never will.

You loathe all of them, but not Yunho.

Never Jeong Yunho.

If only you could.

[paralumanniluna]

yes . . . hurt me more

[paralumanniluna]

Already feeling the concert blues

BUTTTTTT

Yunho is now my Spiderman and Mingi finished my heart ✨✨✨✨✨

[paralumanniluna]

Hmm ,,, I’m seeing ateez tomorrow hmm

[songmingisthighs]

IT'S ALMOST TIME TO GET INTO THE ARENA

[paralumanniluna]

I WANT YOU TO ENJOY !!!!!!!

[daybreakx]

Our Last Summer

➵ Ateez Yunho x fem. reader, fluff, angst, kind of an open ending.

➵ Inspired by this post right here I thought it was amazing thank you op!! It took me a lot longer than I’d planned bc I have the attention span of a goldfish. (Also please send me some feedback, thank you!)

➵ warnings: yes, this has some elements from mamma mia, can you blame me? Also there’s drinking, suggestive themes, a small comment about sexism, pregnancy and separation.

➵ word count: 3.1k

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[paralumanniluna]

my weird way of self healing:

hiding my birthday

I was so happy seeing all the text messages and/or fb chat notifs i get from (almost) all the people i know. But after knowing how two-faced people are, I started losing that "happy" feeling seeing them greet me, or just message me in general. After that very traumatic experience in SHS, I stopped celebrating my birthday. There could be another reason why, but I do know that that was the last straw. Removed that info on all my socials, all making it visible to me, and I feel so light (?) after doing that.

Yeah I still want that birthday surprises that I always see or read because that would be so awesome, but i feel so much better when I read birthday greetings from very close people and to those people who I don't expect to really remember it.

[noramoons]

seasons (waiting on you).

pairing: yeonjun x reader, (eventual) taehyun x reader

genre: college au, angst, slight fluff at the end

rating: T/13+

word count: 16.5k (i am so sorry)

warnings: explicit language, one (1) mention of alcohol, descriptions of a breakup, depression and anxiety depictions, mentions of harmful behaviors and thoughts, just so many post-breakup emotions being described for way too long BUT angst with a happy ending :)

summary: when your high school sweetheart choi yeonjun is off to grad school, you aren’t too worried about how your relationship will last—but your favorite coworker, kang taehyun, is.

OR:

a study in the seasons of loving and losing choi yeonjun—and how you put yourself back together afterwards.

playlist: telepath - conan grey, let you break my heart again - laufey, back 2 u (A.M. 01:27) - nct 127, i don’t know you anymore - eric nam, drive - ashton irwin, seasons (waiting on you) - future islands

I. PROLOGUE. 

Loving Yeonjun was like watching a meteor shower cross the sky. It was beautiful, and you considered yourself blessed to have been able to see it with your own eyes—but like everything else in life, it was inevitable that it had to end. 

And it ended too soon.

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