"you're disgusting." started: 03-08-18 completed: 03-20-18 highest: #55

𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺 → in which jihoon names a mysterious boy from a forest, and mingyu is more than he seems [lapslock]

❝I'm wonwoo, and I think I want to die today.❞ in which a suicidal boy calls the suicide hotline only to find the answer to all his problems (lowercase intended) started: february 4th, 2018 completed: april 24th, 2018 ©svtsoverdonewithyou

jeon wonwoo is very awkward, very emo and very gay. kim mingyu is very tall, very attractive and very out of wonwoo's league. honestly it would be a 'notice me senpai' deal except wonwoo is not japanese and mingyu isn't even older than him.

jeon wonwoo knows boys like kim mingyu. and kim mingyu is a one big asshole. meanie fic 25/25 chapters published. [completed.]

"they were the right person for one another, fitting comfortably in each other's arms like a jigsaw, but there just wasn't enough time to complete the puzzle." Wonwoo has paresthesia, a loss of sensation that spreads. With no experience of life, he wishes to create some memories before it is too late.

𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 ♡︎in which their love story is very similar to the katy perry song --------------- started: 61921 ended: 62121 --------------- •meanie short angst!!! •boyxboy •lowercase intended •no plagiarism please! Ⓒ bbyjmin

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK FIVE ---- Tryst (noun): a private romantic rendezvous between lovers, "a moonlight tryst". ---- Your eyes drifted upwards catching onto the glint of the sword that had saved you and following the curve of the blade upwards until you came to a knarled hand, with dirt under the fingernails. You followed the arm upwards until you reached his face - partly obscured underneath a green and white striped hat. You were able to catch onto blue eyes and the scruff of a beard underneath a mop of blonde hair though. What drew your attention most though, was the crow's wings behind him, flared out and glinting by the light of the sword. You hadn't even heard him swoop down for the approach. For someone who hadn't been seen in over a century, the Angel of Death looked young... too young. But then he was spinning away, wings flapping behind him so that he hovered over the ground as he sliced through anything that came too close for comfort. Even the skeletons a ways away weren't safe from his flames when their zombie counterparts came staggering too close. Soon enough, the dark forest was alight with burning undead creatures, providing a light source for you to stagger up to your feet as the Angel slid his sword back into it's scabbard. You weren't expecting him to round on you like he did, fire in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 4 --- Gladius, (noun): (in ancient Rome) a short sword. --- Eret perked up as soon as you and Simon walked into the room, a wide and welcoming smile coming onto his face. He was softer looking than his father had been, but you could still see some of the similar traits. He had a head of thick dark curls, and the same sharp jaw that his father had had. He wasn't as bulky though - he was tall and thin - and his face was a lot more open. What separated him most from his father's likeness though was the colorful cape, and the large mirrored glasses he wore - swirling with colors reflected from the room. He stood from his seat when Maven let the doors swing shut behind her, that wide smile still on his face. "You must be the embassy." "And you must be King Eret." You said, stooping into a bow. "Oh, there's no need for that." Eret said as you rose from your bow. He stepped down from the dias where his throne sat - colorful cape trailing behind him - and came to stand in front of you, taking your hand instead. "I'm not really one for formalities." He grinned, shaking your hand. His palm was warm against yours, and you could feel some slight callouses - most likely from practicing his sword work.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 2 --- Versailles (proper noun). The argument over the etymology of Versailles tends to privilege the Latin word 'versare', meaning "to keep turning, turn over and over", an expression used in medieval times for plowed lands, cleared lands (lands that had been repeatedly "turned over"). --- He wasn't like any endermen you had seen before - probably because he wasn't fully an enderman. He was tall like an enderman, but that was where the similarity ended. He was split down the middle - half of his skin the same inky black as the twins, the other half a radiant white. His eyes didn't match either - one blood red and the other emerald green. His hair fell in soft waves, almost obscuring his eyes at times, and he kept his head tilted down, his sharp jawline on display. He seemed timid, but that might have just been the situation - anyone behind bars would likely hang their head.