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the daydreamers — x. minghao (teaser)

word count | 581, full fic est. 16k–20k genre | fluff, angst, exes to lovers, college au ━ film major!minghao, gn!reader

as of late, there have been many things you can’t bring yourself to think about, including (but not limited to) the disastrous acting program abroad, your parents’ lingering disappointment, and the eggshells your friends walk on whenever they’re around you. and you thought your avoidance wouldn’t be a problem, but as it turns out, agreeing to help out your ex-boyfriend makes bottling up your feelings a little harder than necessary.

author’s note | here we goooo!!! i have not planned out a fic as much as i have planned out this one jesus.

The wind whistles, and one look at Minghao tells you he isn’t going to break.

So, you give in.

“Do you not want me here?”

He looks at you, and you wonder if the sharpness in his eyes would be subdued if he wore those godforsaken blue contacts.

Shifting to face you, one elbow resting on the railing, he asks, “What makes you think that?”

Your eyes narrow in incredulity. “Isn’t it obvious, Minghao?” you say, and when he tilts his head — an indication of a challenge — your lip twitches into a sneer, and suddenly you are back in California, spitting poison even snakes would cower from. “We haven’t seen each other in a year and—”

“And whose fault is that?”

You stagger back, startled by the interruption. “Last time I checked, you were the one who broke up with me.”

“You were the one who stopped answering my calls.”

“So did you!”

“You pushed me away,” he retaliates. “You were the one who closed yourself off whenever I asked you things. You stopped talking to me.”

A scoff falls from your lips, and you look away to avoid his gaze.

“It’s incredible what 9,000 kilometres will do to a 3-year relationship,” he says. A beat passes before he speaks again, “When were you gonna tell me you were back?”

Fingers gripping the railing tightly, you say offhandedly, “You cut your hair.”

The sudden swerve of conversation startles him, and you start to see glimpses of the agitation you used to see through the computer screen. “Are you fucking serious?”

Ignoring him is difficult, but you manage. “It’s shorter now, huh?”

He throws his hands in the air before saying, “Yes, I cut my hair. You liked the mullet more than I did, anyway,” and when you can’t find anything to say to that, he repeats, “When were you gonna tell me?”

You pull at your earlobe. “I don’t know.”

“Bullshit.”

“I fucking mean it. I—” you inhale sharply. “I don’t know. I guess I was putting it off.”

He scoffs. “Of course.”

“Who told you?” you ask, ignoring his irritation. “Seokmin?”

Something shines in his eyes, some sort of secret that’s powerful enough to soften his entire being. “Yes.”

Silence blankets the both of you again as he turns to look back at the skyline. The sunset has already begun, painting his face with pinks and oranges and yellows. With pursed lips, you fiddle with an idea in your mind, one that may force you to lay everything out in the open.

“Do you remember what you said?”

His eyes land on you again, this time void of his previous anger. You expect him to ask, “About what?” but all he does is stare and stare and stare, and you feel the thread you used to stich your wounds begin to unravel.

It never used to be scary, being vulnerable with Minghao.

Those 9,000 kilometres changed more than you could have ever imagined.

“No,” he replies. “I was so angry that night that I think I forgot everything.”

The admittance pulls a soft laugh out of you. “Yeah, me too. But still, I’m sorry.”

“I know. So am I,” he says. “I know it may not seem like it, but I am. It’s just… you know.”

“Yeah.”

“Despite it all, though,” he begins, sincerity dripping from his words like honey, “it’s nice to see you.”

The sun dips below the horizon just as relief tugs your lips upward.

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Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From GAZA WAR

Dear Humanity,

I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: my parents, two sons, and four daughters (two of them suffer from allergies).

I've witnessed the evidence of the tragedy that has struck our lives in Gaza, where my family and I have survived amidst numerous previous wars. But today, we face the most dangerous and fierce battle in the current war. The urgent need intensifies for us, as we have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water, and safe shelter.

Here is our story - On October 7th, our lives changed forever, my family and I evacuated from northern Gaza to southern Gaza, hoping to return soon, but it wasn't meant to be. Our home was surrounded, burned, and then completely destroyed, Our home, once a fortress of hope, now lay in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dreams.

The night before we left from the north to the south was terrifying. Shelling sounds were everywhere, making a loud noise that felt like it went through our souls. Every explosions shook the ground like earthquakes, sending shockwaves of fear through our trembling bodies. filling us with fear. The air smelled of destruction and blood, making it hard to breathe. When dawn came, we saw the devastation around us, realizing our home was now a symbol of loss and despair.

We ran into the streets and with each step we took into the unknown streets, we felt as if we were plunging deeper into the abyss of our shattered existence, leaving behind everything we own in our home: Clothes, important official documents, the car, and literally it's almost everything - the enormity of our loss weighed heavily upon us.

Our home it was where we found hope, safety, and made precious memories. Losing it felt like losing years of our lives, leaving us adrift amidst the wreckage of our shattered existence.

A brief video depicting the devastation that struck our home and our entire neighborhood in Gaza.

Desperate Plea: Escaping Gaza's Allergy Nightmare

I, Haya, suffer from severe allergy to penicillin-derived medications, and my sister, Amal, also suffers from severe allergies to medications from my family such as Paracetamol and Ibuprofen.

These allergies create a deep sense of fear and anxiety for us, as we live in a constant state of tension and fear of anything that may require a visit to the hospital. We fear being given inappropriate medications due to the unavailability of suitable treatments in Gaza because of war or lack of awareness and not informing the doctor of our allergies, which could lead to serious consequences threatening our lives.

MY Father Income

Our dreams are heading towards oblivion in the labyrinth of an uncertain future

My story, along with my siblings, represents a united team of four individuals, three of whom are skilled programmers and one graphic designer. We work as freelancers in the world of freelancing.

As for my younger sister, she is a student studying at the College of Architecture. She has always carried a big dream in her heart, a dream of being part of changing Gaza, of making it more beautiful and better. She looked forward to the day when she would receive her degree and start building this dream. But the beginning of the war changed everything. The destruction of infrastructure and universities cast shadows of despair over her dreams.

When I think of my brother in Belgium, I can't help but feel deep sadness. He has been suffering from unbearable anxiety and insomnia since the outbreak of the war. Sleep eludes him at night, and his physical and mental health collapses under the weight of these heavy burdens, negatively affecting his performance at work. Problems and challenges pile up in front of him without the slightest opportunity for rest.

We all feel psychological pressure and extreme anxiety. The war hasn't been limited to external attacks but has deeply infiltrated our daily lives. We search among the rubble for a little safety and the basic resources for survival. Every day comes with a new challenge that we must overcome.

As we sway amidst the rubble of shattered dreams, our souls wrestle and our hearts beat strongly challenging the ravages of war.

Our parents earnestly seek a way to rescue us from this hell, feeling the heavy responsibility for every moment we spend under the shadows of fear and destruction. They dream of a safe place where they can build for us a better future, filled with security and hope, for we deserve life in all its meanings of comfort and peace.

Perhaps this fundraising campaign represents a light in the midst of darkness, it is indeed the only hope we cling to firmly.

I appeal to the world as a whole to hear my cry and the mournful cry of my family in Gaza. We need the helping hand that reaches out to wipe our tears and build a bridge to safety.

Your donation is not just a donation; it's an opportunity to rebuild life and brighten a better tomorrow. Be part of our hopeful story, for we need your hand to start anew.

The purpose of the fundraising campaign

The goal of this fundraising campaign is to rescue my family - my parents, my siblings, and me - through the Rafah Crossing to Egypt, which currently requires $5000 per person. This campaign is our only chance to stay alive, and I humbly request your assistance at this critical time. I will provide you with a comprehensive breakdown of the expenses, committing to transparency and clarity.

All of our important links are here https://linktr.ee/hayanahed

Verified by :

⭐️ operation olive branch, number 26 on their spreadsheet. (On Master list)

⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249 on their spreadsheet. Or you could see it as number 212 here is the photo for more clear proof

Thank you for your kindness and support.

.جزاكم الله خيراً

yours sincerely;

Haya Alshawish.

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hi omg i literally screamed when i saw this notif like THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR FOLLOWING ME BACK???? i love gold rush i go back to it religiously omg i love your writing 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

HI !!! thank u for the love wtf 💗💗💗 it’s so so appreciated! your account is so pretty and i can’t wait to read your writing once i’ve got enough free time on your hands 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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do you have an ao3? tumblr keeps closing the read more whenever I try to open yr fics and it's driving me insane😭

hi! unfortunately as of right now i do not, but i'm thinking of getting one in the near future because tumblr's so faulty 🥲

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TRY NOT TO LAUGH CHALLENGE (IMPOSSIBLE)

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people are calling what happened today in gaza “the flour massacre”

the flour massacre

these people just wanted to get food for their families, something as basic as flour, one of the things that the very core of humanity is built on, and israel used it as a trap to murder them in cold blood

evil is not enough of a word. there is not a word to describe what they are doing to palestine. they are bleeding her out, they are torturing her and crushing her and hoping that nothing is left to remember her by when they are done. how can anyone stand and watch what is being done with indifference? how can you watch this level of human suffering, this crime against life and feel nothing, do nothing

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clingy maknae with his leader hyung🦦♥

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does anyone know how to fix inbox glitches bc tumblr is saying i have a message in my inbox but i can't see anything there? someone please help, this is so annoying like...

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🎬 Happy Old Year 2019, dir. Nawapol Thamrongrattanarit

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218 bros present: the adventures of black food coloring

+ bonus

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losing my mind over on summer crushing, by hanif abdurraqib

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February started with false hopes of a ceasefire.

It is now February 15 and the largest medical facility in South Gaza, which sheltered ~2,500 people and had been under siege for two weeks, has been attacked. It is now completely out of function.

We are 21 days away from marking 5 months of ongoing genocide.

Here are several posts with numerous donation links & other ways to help. I’ll also include the tag I use for those posts, where you’ll find individual gofundme’s listed as well. There is also Operation Olive Branch, which has an excel sheet of numerous families in Gaza & how to donate to them + how to contact them. If you can afford it, please consider donating and please, please remember to scroll down to donate to families at the bottom of the list. If you cannot give, please simply share as many resources as you find.

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WWWWOFSDJKFSDJKFSHDJKFSKFJFKS

all 13 of them in one pic whatever i dont care (yes i do i care immensely i care so so much)

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double attack

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There’s a word in Korean: 인연 [in-yun]. It means "providence". Or… "fate". But it’s specifically about relationships between people. It’s an in-yun if two strangers even walk past each other in the street and their clothes accidentally brush, because it means there must have been something between them in their past lives. If two people get married, they say it’s because there have been eight thousand layers of in-yun over eight thousand lifetimes. 

PAST LIVES (2023) dir. Celine Song