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ok.. first of all, i was really surprised to see this notif 😭 im so flattered that u remembered my birthday omg i feel so special 2logo 😭😭 words cant describe how much i Adore this fic but ill try to hehe

ngl this fic is so much better than Anything i ever couldve imagined, as expected from you, toffee 🥺🥺

the entire first half of this fic was so...nostalgic? toffee's writing is so descriptive without being Too Much and it just sucks you in the moment you start reading it 😭😭

Then, you wake up. It happens the second your skin brushes his and he’s gone before he could even look back at you.

ok ngl...i gasped at this part BSBSN i was thinking about how much the first half of the fic felt like a Dream AND THEN IT TURNED OUT TO BE ONE??? epic betrayal...

You know it could never happen in reality because Jaemin could be in the same room as you and he’d act like you’ve never met at all. 

You thought the dreams ended long ago but you could never be spared from something open-ended.

...

these two lines are so personal to me in a way i can't describe 😭😭 my summer has been so messy and weird and fun and these 2 lines just....summed it up NSJZHD i love them so much im gonna tape them to my wall i swear?×*'jebs

i really love this fic and i love you so much toffee 🥺 i wasnt expecting this at all nd it made me smile so hard 😭😭 thank you for thinking about me 🥺

apparition — n.jm

excerpt. “i am afraid i will love you forever and we will never be in the same room again.” - clementine von radics, in a dream you saw a way to survive 

pairings. ex!na jaemin x gender neutral reader

genre. angst, lovers to exes to ??? 

warnings. none, save for the whole thing being dialogue deficient and born out of rusty writing. 

word count. 1.9k

notes. for @luvholicz​, i know it took so long but it’s out! sorry if it’s a bit far from ‘our last summer’ but here’s the idea i got out of interpreting the lyrics. happy birthday!

You were waiting for something, you could feel it in the way your stomach churned in both dread and excitement. 

There was something to look forward to today, enough to make the afternoon seem more dull than it already was. As time dragged on its snail-like pace, the view outside the glass windows proved to be more entertaining than the ink-marked whiteboard. Your subtle glances outside turned into long stares, the minutes remaining ticking by without much notice. When the clouds rolled past, the golden streaks bathed the room in a warmth that countered the ACs chilly breeze, the tail-end of the summer still lingering behind in the fall. The seasons have changed now, early autumn picking auburn leaves off of fragile branches. But there would be the occasional warm days, when the sun came out of hiding from the grey overcast gloom and bleached the afternoon bright. Today was one of them.

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—On Love, Marina Tsvetaeva

[text ID: I just want a humble, murderously simple thing: that a person be glad when I walk into the room.]

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if u were an idol what interest of urs would ur fans latch onto and make into ur main personality trait and incorporate into everything they made abt you + make up 95% of ur fan gifts for me i think it would be charlie brown specifically snoopy

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🌻 a sunflower for everyone who is not feeling well today

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡; 𝐬𝐢𝐦 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧 ♡

-- 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟; 𝟎.𝟒𝐤

fluorescent neon lights, greasy aprons, and a checkered scrunchie was what jake sim remembers the first time he met you. the jukebox was playing a song as old as time, but one he recognised by heart. can't help falling in love by elvis presley. little did he know he'd be practicing it with his guitar later that night, as it happened to be a local favourite.

your favourite.

the sunrise accompanied you when you clocked in, the sunset accompanied you when you clocked out. both gave hues of pinks, purples and oranges across the sky, and both were equally as beautiful. you used to think nothing could ever compare or even come close to its beauty. not until you met him.

jake sim was breathtaking.

first encounters were meant to be awkward. you wished you looked more alive after an 8-hour shift, he wished he looked more presentable after an 8-hour drive. but he thought the loose strands of hair framed your face perfectly, and you thought his messy, wind-swept hair couldn't be any cuter.

service was slow as it usually did on a sunday morning - people of the small town preferred sleeping in before the monday blues come knocking on their doors. on weekends like those, you'd wish for summer to last forever. the all-day breakfast diner was not an ideal place to spend the rest of your weekends at, though the smell of burnt coffee and fluffy pancakes was homely.

but on that fated time and day where jake kissed you by the beach, his sun-kissed skin and salty lips brought along the sand and the sea with him. it was that, then, that felt familiar. sugar rush from cotton candies and ice slushies clouded your minds - jake's shy giggles + your blushy cheeks were what you remembered from the carnival.

they'd write fairytales about you, you were sure of it.

"would you want to run away with me?" he'd asked, purely out of curiosity. you'd tell him about your dreams. of moving to the city and leaving everything behind. of starting anew where nobody knew your name. your deepest, darkest secrets. of falling hard and fast only to become an empty shell. about you, the good and the bad. he'd done the same as the moon and the stars watched him hold your hands in his.

and so the answer was yes, "i'd go to the ends of the world if it were with you."

he'd kiss you again and again, and his "just one more, please," would have you swooning. you never planned on stopping, anyway.

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in case anyone hasn't told you today, you are worthy of love and deserve to be loved

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═══ 10:49 p.m

or alternatively, the material girlification of park jisung.

pairing. nct dream's park jisung x gn! reader

genre + wc. best friends who like each other, pining, fluff + 0.8k

warnings. jisung refers to reader as 'dude' once but no pronouns are used!

"madonna was right. i am just a material girl." jisung sighs as he plops down on your mattress. piles of homework lay on the foot of your bed, forgotten the moment you decided to have a 5 minute break almost thirty minutes ago.

"yeah, she was right about you being like a virgin too." you comment snidely from the bathroom. jisung doesn't know what you've been doing in there for the past 10 minutes, but he can't bring himself to care. not when he could be nuzzling his face into your sheets that feel like clouds and smell Just like you. (it's like drowning in a sea of you, he muses)

"dude!" he groans into your blankets. "you've been hanging out with chenle too much."

when you finally emerge from the bathroom, you're wearing a sheet mask on your face. jisung flinches when you throw him his own sheet mask, although it's still in its packaging. it's supposed to be moisturizing and rejuvinating, made with pearl extract.

jisung grimaces when it squelches beneath his fingertips as he places the mask on his face. you plop into bed next to him, loose papers crinkling underneath your body. he wonders if he should pretend to care that your thigh is potentially squishing his research paper.

it's quiet for a few moments before you let out a sigh. jisung ignores you, closing his eyes and listening to some of britney spears' greatest hits that are playing on shuffle in the background, but you just sigh louder and louder until he can't take it anymore.

"what?"

"can you believe it's our last year of high school?"

"kind of. i've been hoping for high school to end ever since it started." the glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling have been there since middle school. jisung remembers helping you stick them on and then getting in trouble because you hadn't told your mom that you'd be doing that. (he also remembers you pinning the blame on him)

"that's just 'cause you're a loser. but seriously! high school is supposed to be full of parties and jumping into pools fully clothed and making out in the backseat of a jock's car. i hope college is more fun."

jisung hums. "okay, but do you really want to make out in some greasy jock's car?"

you puff your cheeks out, obviously flustered. "well, no, but it's just an idea."

jisung can't help the laugh that escapes. "don't laugh at me! i bet you've never even had your first kiss." you say indignantly.

jisung turns to glare at you. "why do you wanna know?" he's only teasing, but there's a pleased feeling that settles in his chest at the sight of how taken aback you are.

"nevermind. you're such a jackass."

a chuckle bubbles past his lips and fizzles out into a sigh.

jisung remembers his first kiss vividly. it only happened a few months ago, after all. he remembers being at the park with some classmate he hardly knew, making small talk and before he knew it, their lips were on his. he remembers how his hands fumbled awkwardly at his sides, how cold out it was that day, and how this person was nothing like you.

maybe it was wrong to compare them with you, because you knew that jisung hated small talk and cold weather. and maybe it was unfair because you smelled like vanilla and marshmallows and this person's perfume was too harsh and citrusy for jisung's nose. and maybe it was wrong to wonder what it felt like to kiss you while he was kissing them.

"i have." jisung says so softly that he's not sure you can hear him, so he repeats himself, louder this time. "i have."

"oh." you're facing away from jisung so he can't see your face. he can only see the curve of your cheek as you turn slightly to acknowledge him.

"but it wasn't that good or anything." he doesn't know why he's telling you this. "they made small talk and it was cold out."

the apples of your cheeks lift when you smile, but you say nothing.

"so i wouldn't really count it as a first kiss. i don't know. i'd like to pretend it never happened." the words come out like word vomit. before jisung can stop himself, he blurts out

"have you ever had your first kiss?"

"i haven't."

"oh." jisung peels the sheet mask off his face and folds it in his palm. maybe it's because it's past midnight and he only got 4 hours of sleep last night, but he isn't thinking staight. or maybe it's because he's a hormonal teenager alone in a room with his bestest friend who he coincidentally has feelings for, but he can't help the words that spill from his lips.

"do you wanna try it with me?"

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best friend’s brother

⚬ pairing: joshua x fem!reader ⚬ word count: 37k ⚬ warnings: alcohol, mentions of unsafe sex/unplanned pregnancy  ⚬ genres: timestep, romance, angsty angst, major feels abt having a crush, lots of flirting, smut, drama, happy tears.

✧✎ synopsis: joshua happens to be your best friend’s older brother. he’s pretty, and he’s got a lot of cool details about him that you pay a concerning amount of attention to, but he’s just a friend (if you could even call it that). still, what does he think of you, anyway? that is—if he thinks of you.

 ✧✎ a/n: this is a rewrite of an old fic that i uploaded in 2016. keep in mind the original version was only 13k! i’ve made so many changes to this story and i really hope those who read it enjoy it! thank you sm!

⇢ here is this fic’s inspo playlist ⇢ smut section is marked! ⇢ taglist included in final author’s note

13.

You flipped to the next page of the plastic binder and squiggled a small ‘seven’ inside the margin. Then, your eyes wandered back to the math textbook sitting in between you and your best friend. It was difficult to study on Jennie’s bed, but she liked it that way, and there definitely wasn’t enough room at her desk.

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good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

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🫠🫂

TOFFEE 😭😭😭 sending virtual hugs as well :(( tomorrow will be a better day i swear 😔 hindi pa tapos yung laban 😻

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"you know, most people are usually tearing it up on the dance floor when they win prom king."

sitting on the parking lot pavement, park sunghoon stares up at you through pitiful eyes. the plastic crown he was awarded earlier that evening sits askew on his neatly gelled hair.

"well, i don't really feel like a king tonight," he scoffs before turning away. carefully, as though not to frighten him, you take a seat right next to him.

"how come?"

"well first of all, i found my date swapping spit with a senior earlier."

"yikes," you can't help but laugh.

"i know right?" a smile ghosts sunghoon's lips. "and after that, jake accidentally spilled punch on me and now i feel all sticky and gross."

"what else happened?"

"nothing else i guess, but this night just isn't how i'd imagined it to be. is that a bad thing to say?"

"not at all."

silence lingers in the air. sunghoon feels worse than he did earlier. saying it made it feel realer than ever.

"wanna get out of here?" your voice cuts through the night air.

"and go where?"

"anywhere." you rise to your feet and hold a hand out to sunghoon.

he stares at you for a moment. looking at him with a mischievous grin, a part of sunghoon wants to stay away, but the other part of him wants to take your hand and let you lead him into the night.

"sure."

and he does just that.

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kim mingyu the kind of bf to bring you to a remote island in greece on his father's little motor boat. music crackles from the vintage radio (an antique; his grandfather's).

he lays on the deck, humming along to the vaguely familiar tune that he can't remember the lyrics to.

"why are you looking at me like that?" he'd peer over his dark sunglasses to look at you.

"i'm not," you lie, ignoring the way your skin prickles under his stare. he looks heavenly, limbs stretched and sun-kissed skin on display. "you're full of yourself, you know that?"

"i know that," he scoffs. "but i also know that you were totally checking me out. like what you see?"

you can't tell if you wanna slap the confident smirk off his face or kiss it. maybe both.

"you need to go to the doctor. you're out of your mind." you avert your attention to fiddle with old radio.

out of the corner of your eye, you see mingyu begin to walk over to you. before you know it, mingyu's chest is pressed against your back and his arms wrap around your waist.

"you really know how to break a man's heart don't you?" his hot breath fans over your cheek. you shiver.

"why, i've never!" you reply innocently. a deep chuckle rumbles from mingyu's chest.

he presses a wet kiss to your cheek. "mingyu! that's so gross!"

he laughs heartily, holding you tighter. "you love it."

"i'll break up with it after this trip, i swear!" you warn, sending him a glare.

mingyu's eyes widen comically, his grip on you slackening. "no, i take it back!"

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═══ 10:49 p.m

or alternatively, the material girlification of park jisung.

pairing. nct dream's park jisung x gn! reader

genre + wc. best friends who like each other, pining, fluff + 0.8k

warnings. jisung refers to reader as 'dude' once but no pronouns are used!

"madonna was right. i am just a material girl." jisung sighs as he plops down on your mattress. piles of homework lay on the foot of your bed, forgotten the moment you decided to have a 5 minute break almost thirty minutes ago.

"yeah, she was right about you being like a virgin too." you comment snidely from the bathroom. jisung doesn't know what you've been doing in there for the past 10 minutes, but he can't bring himself to care. not when he could be nuzzling his face into your sheets that feel like clouds and smell Just like you. (it's like drowning in a sea of you, he muses)

"dude!" he groans into your blankets. "you've been hanging out with chenle too much."

when you finally emerge from the bathroom, you're wearing a sheet mask on your face. jisung flinches when you throw him his own sheet mask, although it's still in its packaging. it's supposed to be moisturizing and rejuvinating, made with pearl extract.

jisung grimaces when it squelches beneath his fingertips as he places the mask on his face. you plop into bed next to him, loose papers crinkling underneath your body. he wonders if he should pretend to care that your thigh is potentially squishing his research paper.

it's quiet for a few moments before you let out a sigh. jisung ignores you, closing his eyes and listening to some of britney spears' greatest hits that are playing on shuffle in the background, but you just sigh louder and louder until he can't take it anymore.

"what?"

"can you believe it's our last year of high school?"

"kind of. i've been hoping for high school to end ever since it started." the glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling have been there since middle school. jisung remembers helping you stick them on and then getting in trouble because you hadn't told your mom that you'd be doing that. (he also remembers you pinning the blame on him)

"that's just 'cause you're a loser. but seriously! high school is supposed to be full of parties and jumping into pools fully clothed and making out in the backseat of a jock's car. i hope college is more fun."

jisung hums. "okay, but do you really want to make out in some greasy jock's car?"

you puff your cheeks out, obviously flustered. "well, no, but it's just an idea."

jisung can't help the laugh that escapes. "don't laugh at me! i bet you've never even had your first kiss." you say indignantly.

jisung turns to glare at you. "why do you wanna know?" he's only teasing, but there's a pleased feeling that settles in his chest at the sight of how taken aback you are.

"nevermind. you're such a jackass."

a chuckle bubbles past his lips and fizzles out into a sigh.

jisung remembers his first kiss vividly. it only happened a few months ago, after all. he remembers being at the park with some classmate he hardly knew, making small talk and before he knew it, their lips were on his. he remembers how his hands fumbled awkwardly at his sides, how cold out it was that day, and how this person was nothing like you.

maybe it was wrong to compare them with you, because you knew that jisung hated small talk and cold weather. and maybe it was unfair because you smelled like vanilla and marshmallows and this person's perfume was too harsh and citrusy for jisung's nose. and maybe it was wrong to wonder what it felt like to kiss you while he was kissing them.

"i have." jisung says so softly that he's not sure you can hear him, so he repeats himself, louder this time. "i have."

"oh." you're facing away from jisung so he can't see your face. he can only see the curve of your cheek as you turn slightly to acknowledge him.

"but it wasn't that good or anything." he doesn't know why he's telling you this. "they made small talk and it was cold out."

the apples of your cheeks lift when you smile, but you say nothing.

"so i wouldn't really count it as a first kiss. i don't know. i'd like to pretend it never happened." the words come out like word vomit. before jisung can stop himself, he blurts out

"have you ever had your first kiss?"

"i haven't."

"oh." jisung peels the sheet mask off his face and folds it in his palm. maybe it's because it's past midnight and he only got 4 hours of sleep last night, but he isn't thinking staight. or maybe it's because he's a hormonal teenager alone in a room with his bestest friend who he coincidentally has feelings for, but he can't help the words that spill from his lips.

"do you wanna try it with me?"

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college bf! mingyu the kind of bf to show up at your house in the middle of the night, whispering your name and throwing rocks at your window.

"what are you doing here? my neighbors will kill you!" you tell him, but mingyu just smiles.

"let's go out! the carnival is open!" he says. he stands underneath the pale moonlight, shivering in the cold but the dopey smile he wears never wavers.

"mingyu, we have exams tomorrow." you say pointedly, the feeling of an incoming headache pounding against your skull.

"but it's opening night! all the good prizes will be gone by the time exams are done."

mingyu won't give up, you realize with a deep sigh. he's relentless and stubborn but you suppose it adds to his charm.

"fine," you concede. "let me just grab my coat."

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hello! may i ask where you got your icon?

hello lovely! i just got it off pinterest! it just showed up in my recommended, but if you search "spy x family yor icons" it should show up!

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HIRAYA MANAWARI FOR LENI-KIKO

Even in the smallest ways, we want to support and cheer for our tandem that we believe and trust to change the governance in our country in the best ways. The elections are a week away and we remind our fellow Filipinos through our network to learn each candidates' background, platforms, and credibility and vote wisely and for the better of our country.

Para sa ating kapwa Pilipino at para sa ating minamahal na Pilipinas!

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kim mingyu the kind of bf to bring you to a remote island in greece on his father's little motor boat. music crackles from the vintage radio (an antique; his grandfather's).

he lays on the deck, humming along to the vaguely familiar tune that he can't remember the lyrics to.

"why are you looking at me like that?" he'd peer over his dark sunglasses to look at you.

"i'm not," you lie, ignoring the way your skin prickles under his stare. he looks heavenly, limbs stretched and sun-kissed skin on display. "you're full of yourself, you know that?"

"i know that," he scoffs. "but i also know that you were totally checking me out. like what you see?"

you can't tell if you wanna slap the confident smirk off his face or kiss it. maybe both.

"you need to go to the doctor. you're out of your mind." you avert your attention to fiddle with old radio.

out of the corner of your eye, you see mingyu begin to walk over to you. before you know it, mingyu's chest is pressed against your back and his arms wrap around your waist.

"you really know how to break a man's heart don't you?" his hot breath fans over your cheek. you shiver.

"why, i've never!" you reply innocently. a deep chuckle rumbles from mingyu's chest.

he presses a wet kiss to your cheek. "mingyu! that's so gross!"

he laughs heartily, holding you tighter. "you love it."

"i'll break up with it after this trip, i swear!" you warn, sending him a glare.

mingyu's eyes widen comically, his grip on you slackening. "no, i take it back!"