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Dionysus: *mixing different alcoholic beverages together* Aphrodite: What are you making? Dionysus: A mistake.

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Eddie wake up, I don't like this, Eddie wake up

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“The best feeling in the world is knowing that you actually mean something to someone.”

— Unknown (via quotemadness)

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Rose & Berry Tawada Garden.

Shiga, Japan.

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ldr ⊵ bang chan

Description: Distance definitely makes the heart grow fonder.

இ genre: friends to lovers, ldr, college au, angst?, def fluff             

இ pairing: chan x reader                                                                              

இ word count: 12.5k

warnings?: there’s alc, and a pretty mf hot chan

a/n: @changbeanie it’s been a while ´･ᴗ･` wow, just wow 

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“Chan, I need to spill the tea!”

He came to a halt, setting aside his unopened One Piece mystery figures. When he looked into the camera lens, his brows knit together in a little frown. 

“No Y/N, you can’t spill the tea! The tea is hot, and if you spill it, you are gonna get burned,” Chan playfully scolded you and laughed shortly after. 

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«Flames  to dust.» - prologue

Pairing ↬ Chan x Fem! Reader Genre ↬ soulmate au, angst with a happy ending, magic au, medieval settings Notes ↬ this is the sequel of  «Do you believe in fate?» series // warnings will be updated chapter by chapter! Summary ↬ The only certainty you had, was that you were running out of time. As fate repeated itself and the pressure of being responsible for the fate of countless people had been placed on your shoulders, would you allow yourself to love and to be loved in return?

🔮 Navigation: ↬ prologue   ↬ chapters: one | two | three |

🔮 PREQUEL  «Do you believe in fate?»  navigation: ↬ prologue ↬ chapters: one | two | three | four | five | six | ↬ epilogue

The “Cursed Castle” stood tall at the world’s end: made of lava stone and golden amber, its menacing appearance was enough to make people fear everything about who lived in it and within its increasing territories. Moreover, dark and thick clouds were constantly hovering above the Castle’s territories – almost shielding it from the light of the Sun, therefore making it impossible for even the faintest ray of sunlight to reach over those numerous layers of darkness.

The fallen King had once been a good, adventurous and magnanimous man; as a son of Fire, he had the pleasure to meet both Garmoth – the God of Fire, and his soulmate – a daughter of Air. Actually, some even said that the King had lived a life full of love, showering both his wife and their daughter with affection, until that love that once filled his everyday routine had been abruptly taken away from him without any notice. From the moment his wife had passed away because of a strange and incurable illness, the King had gradually withered from the path filled with joy and love he had always walked on, just to venture himself in a mysterious and darker path. Slowly, a mysterious menacing power took hold of both his heart and soul, mutating his elemental powers and therefore, changing the appearance of his once bright red eye – now reduced to a black and emotionless orb. Within the years, the sadness of losing his soulmate had turned into an obsession, and with the only goal to tear apart the four Gods one by one, the King started to gather children of Nature under his dominion, succeeding in tainting their conscience and changing the nature of their powers as well. With the help of his seven long-time friends – eventually called the “Seven Generals of the Underworld”, the King had managed to keep the world in check and constantly on the verge of war, becoming a different but bigger threat than the Serendia Shrine ever was.

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Ok but pulling an all nighter with 3racha as they produce something and you keep them company and feed them snacks bc you’re bffs!!! that’s the life i wish to live

this is shit and im sorry

[ 12:56 am ] — “okay, let’s polish this.” chan announces as he plays the track all over again, but this time in its full version.

“bet, there’ll be lots of ideas coming up in our heads once we hear this full track.” jisung speaks up and changbin and chan chuckles, agreeing with jisung since there were countless times when it happened. they ended up making 5 new tracks.

the trio listens to the song and halfway through it, changbin tells chan to stop it. “i think the pause before the chorus was a little too long and kinda ‘eh’ since the rap in the beat is kinda slow-ish soft.” changbin says and jisung thinks.

“i was kinda thinking the words will be fast though.” jisung says. “but i didn’t think about the beat was too slow.” jisung sighs and looks at you who was at the corner, cleaning the space where they were previously working on music sheets. music sheets were scattered in the area and you decided to clean there since you know that they have this tendency to be really messy when being busy.

you look up. “just a suggestion, the beat is kinda slow, right? how about as the song goes on, it gets faster and jisung could put that fast rap at the end and then you could do your signature breathing,” you paused, imitating jisung’s breathing after rapping in the most exaggerated way to which chan and changbin chuckled at. “how about that?”

“not bad actually.” chan says and he continues to play the song.

you go back to cleaning the area, straightening the papers out and clipping them together. you sigh, putting it on the table. after that, you get the packed meal you made for the trio but when you look at them they were so engrossed in their work that you know they won’t even spare a glance on it. you stood up, getting the chopsticks and the packed meal that was on a tupperware. you first went to chan whose eyes were glued on the pc. you held the chopsticks that was holding the sushi, pushing it to his lips. chan looks at it and opens his mouth. then you went to changbin who was busy tapping his pen along the beat. you fed him a sushi and then you moved to jisung. jisung was staring at the table, occasionally tilting his head lightly as it went with the beat. you fed him some sushi and he lets out a small ‘thanks’.

you put the tupperware and plastic on the table, going to the other corner to straighten out the cushions and pull out—probably jisung’s trash—some remaining trash. you sigh when you see another crumpled music sheet, going to the table where you put the others.

you clipped it with the others and when you finally put it down, you picked up the tupperware and chopsticks again. you look up to see 3 pairs of eyes looking towards you. “you okay, y/n?” chan asks and you nodded, feeding him sushi.

“why won’t i be?” you asked.

“you’ve been going around and cleaning the studio the whole time we’re working.” changbin says.

“so it will be out of your worries.” you said as changbin opens his mouth when he sees you feeding him.

“y/n, seriously, go home and rest, we can do it.” jisung says, but still opens his mouth to take in what you give.

“no! i’m taking care of you three since you forget about it a lot.” you said and chan sighs.

“don’t you have classes tomorrow?” chan asks and you nodded. “then, go sleep.”

“at like 1 in the afternoon, chan. calm your tits.” you said chuckling. “i’m gonna pull an all-nighter with the three of you and if you don’t like it, i don’t care.”

the trio looked at you, shrugging. jisung pulls a chair beside him and changbin, patting on the space. “we kinda do need your help after all.” changbin says and looks at you with a smile.

you smile, taking the seat. “thanks, guys. knew you can’t live without me.” you said with a laugh. three shake their heads.

“whatever, let’s just get this over with.”

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PLANET GIRL (final) | Jaehyun

SUMMARY. When Jaehyun turned twenty-one, he started to hear his soulmate’s voice singing an unfamiliar song in his head. He should be happy, right? Wrong. There are two things wrong with this:

He’s taken. He’s off the market. He’s in a 3-year relationship and,

The voice singing in his head is not his girlfriend’s voice.

Now what?

GENRE. soulmate!au | cinderella!au | cupid!reader | fem!reader | college!au | fluff | angst

WORD COUNT. 10k+ words

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quick reminder that if something that an idol has done is racist, sexist, antisemitic, homophobic or transphobic but doesn’t affect you, it is not your place to accept apologies and talk over those who were affected. you should absolutely hold them accountable but don’t talk over the people who were affected and instead listen to them and learn from them.

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Cups and Mugs

Porcelain Dream Shoppe on Etsy

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13 with yuta as enemiestolovers!au but also a hogwarts!au please! slytherin!yuta with a hufflepuff!reader 🦋

member: slytherin!nakamoto yuta enemies to lovers!au, hogwarts!au prompt(s): “you had no idea, did you?” wc: 810

changed the prompt form “had” to “has” because of grammar reasons but here you go! 

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the battle of hogwarts wasn’t like you’ve ever seen before. your school was falling apart, rubble obstructing the usually opened paths, bodies scattering the floors, and shouts of spells echoing through the walls. 

you ran as fast as you could, looking for a makeshift shelter to catch your breath. you were losing your voice from casting one too many spells and your energy was depleting but you had to go on— for harry but more importantly, for the good of the wizarding world. 

you had been separated from your group of friends earlier in the battle, a strong set of death eaters tearing you apart. you hoped they were okay. last time you had seen them, jaemin and jeno were bloodied and bruised with torn robes. if you had a chance to look in a mirror, you would’ve seen the same thing on your body— cuts and bruises and a ripped yellow and black robe. the patch showcasing your loyal honey badger stained with your own dried blood.

finding a cranny under a non-moving staircase, you squatted down to take a breath and hoped no one would find you but it was too late.

“look who we have here,” you heard someone sneer. you looked up, wand clutched tightly in your hand, to find two slytherin students out of uniform. one had their sleeves rolled up to proudly show off their death eater mark and the other— oh, the other one.

he stared at you with an unexplainable look. his long blond hair stuck to his sweaty and battered face. his lips were flattened in a line and his brows were furrowed deeply. and his eyes— brown and hard but with a hint of something else. conflict? sorrow? you couldn’t tell.

nevertheless, slytherin, or should you say, former slytherin student nakamoto yuta stood in front of you as handsome as one could ever be in a deathly battle. it took you so long too admit your attraction to him and now there you were, practically laying on your deathbed under the steps, as he stared back at you with a wand hanging idly by his waist.

you and yuta always had a weird relationship. you were the star defense against the dark arts student in hufflepuff while he was the slytherin that matched your dueling level. from your first duel, you knew you had found a worthy opponent and this budding rivalry grew tremendously throughout your years at hogwarts, constantly shoving your grades at each other’s throat. yuta was ambitious just as you were dedicated and it amused the student body to no end— seeing one of the sweetest hufflepuffs exchange taunts with a towering slytherin was quite the show.

something shifted a little later in the years, though. there were lingering glances and sparks that didn’t spur from the ends of your wands. you tried your best to ignore it but how could you when yuta looked at you like that?

“yuta,” you whispered, eyes almost begging him for mercy. yuta’s teeth dug into his lips as the student beside him laughed. his eyes darted from you to his companion as the fingers clutching your wand pierced your skin. 

the death eater raised his wand and pointed it straight at you, “this one will be fun, don’t you think, nakamoto?”

yuta said nothing and his grip tightened around his wand. 

“want to do the honors?” 

you raised your wand in defense, racking your brain for spells. 

“gladly,” yuta said, looking straight at you. 

 a spell slipped out of your lips but yuta was faster.

“everte statum!” yuta spelled, turning to face the death eater beside him. it sent the person flying out several feet, sending them towards the wall. they groaned in pain as their back hit the wall, sending a stinging pain throughout their body.

“expelliarmus!” you shouted and the wand came flying out of their hand. 

“incarcerous!” ropes appeared out of nowhere and coiled around your opponent. 

when all was said and done, yuta dropped down to his knees and took your face in his hands. his eyes frantically searched your body. “are you okay?”

you were shocked to see him react this way but it somehow warmed your heart in such a cold and dark time. “w— why did you do that?” 

his hands gently ghosted over a cut on your face. “i couldn’t let them hurt you,” yuta said so softly. 

“and why not?” 

yuta laughed through the tears that left his eyes. “you have no idea, do you?”

you cocked your head to the side, confused at his words. your heart was beating so fast but you don’t know if it’s from the adrenaline rush the battle gave you or from the way yuta is looking at you with glassy eyes. “no idea about what?” 

“you have no idea how much i love you.”

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I love this! This is so funny!

let’s break the ice | m.l | one

🏒  SYNOPSIS— in which you’re attending your college team’s hockey practice with your best friend and embarrassment ensues.  🏒 GENRE— fluff, humor, crack, college!au, hockey!au 🏒 PAIRING— hockey captain!mark lee x reader 🏒 WORD COUNT— 1.4k

🏒 WARNINGS— sexual innuendos made!  🏒 AUTHOR’S NOTE—i would like to thank whitney for tweeting the inspiration for this fic and my chaotic ass group chat for all the ideas. i also know nothing about hockey. (read through it twice to edit but i might’ve missed some errors!)

(11/27/2020: edit! surprise! it’s now a mini-series!)

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I. CAN'T. WAAAAIIIIT!

SUN&MOON | PREVIEW

SUMMARY. Asking Jeong Jaehyun to accompany you to your family’s 1-week Christmas vacation as your ‘boyfriend’ has its consequences. You can surely get through 1 week of pretending to be in love with your enemy, right?

GENRE. enemies to lovers!au | fake dating!au | tooth-rotting fluff | slight angst

WORD COUNT. 10-15k words

warnings. lots of bickering and swearing!

author’s note. here’s a quick preview of the next wip i’m posting soon! this is a spin-off to my first ever fic on this blog, ordinary people! you don’t need to read ordinary people before reading this fic because they’re completely different universes and plots. but before you read this preview and if you have read ordinary people, here’s one thing i want you to think about:

have you ever wondered how things would play out if the roles were switched? where reader suddenly needs someone to be their fake boyfriend when they go back home to their family for the holidays?

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Can't wait to read the whole thing!

sakura kiss | n.yt | teaser

🌸 synopsis—the four times you noticed yuta’s love for flowers and the one time you realized it was not the flowers he was in love with 🌸 genre— in the same universe as would you be so kind? ; hanahaki!au, university!au, flower shop!au, angst, romance, fluff 🌸 pairing— art student!yuta x art student!reader 🌸 word count— approximately 7-10k 🌸 warnings — cursing; mentions of coughing, vomiting, hospital visits, death (no one dies!!)

🌸 release date — december 11th, 2020 

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“you turn him into poetry because you can’t have him any other way.” — lang leav

it’s not all roses: an anthology of poems and quotes

it has been so long since you had last seen your best friend, johnny, and yet, you feel like he is still with you. he is, in some weird way.

he is in your mind, your heart, and in your soul. he is the ink in your pen and the words on your paper. he is the lingering memories in your head and he is the one you wish to keep.

but of course, not all wishes come true.

johnny is your person but you are not his.

you love the way his hair falls in front of his face and how his eyes turn into curves that rival the moon. how his laugh is music to your ears, the sound ringing like your favorite song blasting through the speakers of your car. you love the way he says your name in a whisper and how he looks at you when the lights go down. how his fleeting touches bring you to heaven and back, sending you soaring to the stars.

you love the way you love him, in actions and words and lingering stares and touches, and hate the way he does not love you.

you are in love with your best friend and it hurts that he is not with you. you ache for him, like a sunflower begging for a glimpse of the sun’s rays and you wonder when he will shine his light on you.

you love him and he broke you.

and still, you stare at johnny with rose-colored glasses because at the end of the day, he is a piece of work waiting to be painted and you are the artist trying to capture his beauty.

so you turn him into poetry because if you can’t have him in any other way, at least in your words, you can imagine he is in love with you and you can have him at the end of the day.

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familiar routine (johnny)

it’s quiet when johnny comes home, the lock turning in silence in order to avoid waking you, settling for hushed steps as his feet padded across the dining hall.

the rest of the boys tried their best to keep quiet and they retract at the way he hisses his warning out, not wanting to be on the bad side of your boyfriend.

the others scramble for the bathroom and the tv, but he makes a beeline straight into his room, knowing that you were soundly asleep waiting up for him. it was something you’d say: “i’ll wait up for you, don’t worry,” but always found you asleep once he’d stepped into the familiar room.

johnny wasn’t annoyed or anything by your white lie, and rather found it endearing and cute for you to wait up until you’ve reached your limits. he knows you love him, but he knows that you value your body as well — it makes him fall deeper that someone close to him doesn’t put their health aside.

“hey, baby, i’m back,” he could only whisper into the night, shaking you quietly as the small crack of the door had caused some light to seep into the moonlit room.

hearing johnny’s voice always had you smiling, and that’s what you did, giving him a small smile with eyes closed even when you’ve had a long day of university and undone assignments. the circles he had rubbed on your forearm had you opening your eyes to glance at him sleepily, taking in the way his hair was parted in the middle and how it curled due to the hairspray applied on before that.

“hey. you’re back.”

the sheets rustled under your twisting body as johnny continued to hold your hand, just appreciating the soft moment in the comfort of his room.

“i am.” was all he said as he planted a kiss on your forehead, grabbing his towel that lay on the piano at the corner of the room. he returned a while later, having gotten a place in the showering line after drawing lots with everyone. it wasn’t that long, and he didn’t really wanna shower straight away anyway.

“how was the concert today?” you ask sleepily, forehead on his shoulder as his arm rested on your hip. it was the only comfortable position you could find yourself in, your boyfriend sitting sideways on your bed.

“it went okay, generally, just how it always has — the dream members had come over to watch us after their schedules, though. we went out to eat tonight, that’s why i’m back home so late, sorry.” you could feel him shrug after the last statement, having him rest a hand on your thigh.

you hummed in response, in a way to say that he didn’t need to apologise.

with the soft music drifting from the playlist you made, you sat in silence as you caught some sleep on his shoulder, falling back onto your pillow briefly when it was his turn to shower.

he was quick as always—on his toes and ready to give his all. but it wasn’t his all now; he was tired and drained, and he just wanted to curl up into your arms as he put on a familiar hoodie.

johnny was delighted to just have you dozing off on his side of the bed, entering into the still room fully clothed and fresh from the rinse.

your breaths were even, but he knew you were half asleep in the way you peeked up at him, assuming he couldn’t see you in the dark. he had his glasses on, thankfully. it was a little hard to tell the difference if you were awake though because you were quite active while asleep—thrashing around on the sheets, kicking stuff off the bed, even talking a little when you had dreams.

johnny tried to stay quiet as he removed the fabric covering the keyboard, the brush of the velvet against the floor made you stir a little; and in the dimly-lit room, there was his faint figure taking his seat on the bench, warming up with a few keys before quickly reaching forward to turn down the volume.

“sorry, hun.” johnny said apologetically, hoping you heard as he played the pieces that were on his mind, as well as the usual piano solo he practised for the concert. he let out a tired sigh before his fingers lingered on the starting chords for clair de lune, wondering if he should play it.

the moon seemed to agree, shining bright outside the dorms like a sign.

play the song of the moon, it said. play it for her, since you love her so much.

it’s been so so long, but his fingers still find the keys of its beginning notes, familiarising itself with the melody as it progresses. he remembers playing it at fourteen, when his mother was making beef stew and the moon looked like the one gleaming outside now, stumbling over as he struggled to see the notes on the score. bummer, his bad vision stayed, but he hoped, at least, that his piano skills had improved even a little.

you loved the song. it might be personal, but you heard it once in a museum and fell in love since. and then you fell in love again, with the man currently serenading you to sleep.

despite that, you lugged your body over to his, dragging your sock-covered feet to his back where his fingers travelled across black and white keys to provide you with clair de lune.

you had his arms around his neck, resting your tired head on his and feeling a soft kiss on your forearm. it’s reaching the climax, and you loosen your grip in case you felt like it was restricting him.

“it’s okay,” johnny murmurs when he feels you pull away, using a hand to tug you back into him, “i can’t play that loud anyway.”

he displays his skills when he smoothly transitions into make you feel my love by adele, a song which he weirdly holds close to his heart. johnny hasn’t mentioned the song in interviews and whatnot, but you guessed it was the memory of walking into a room of post-its, along with ten’s hilarious “i wanna have xxxx with you, fatass.” message.

he played the melody while you whisper-sang the words, swaying lightly to the solemn song and the keys that your boyfriend’s playing. you felt like sebastian and mia in their cramped apartment singing city of stars, but you figured you had your own story to craft with johnny suh.

and to end off each chapter, you were glad to say that he’s loved you through every one you’ve written, and you’re prepared for more where you love him a thousand times more.