"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

the city needs some saving from a group of lethal criminals running loose. it takes some honor students, a bunch of gamers, and a rookie gang - thirteen teenagers to get the job done.

Minghao is pretty sure he's being stalked. Like, 95% sure. Well, 85%. Maybe. All he knows is that he keeps seeing a (tall, tan, attractive) guy on campus at in increasing frequency and whenever he accidentally makes eye contact with him, it's like the guy trying to undress him with his eyes (not that Minghao would have minded, but like, he has some decency. They're in a public space, after all. And he doesn't even know that guy's name). But if he met him in a dark alley, he'd totally deck him with his skateboard. (or: Mingyu keeps following Minghao around because he smells good, and can't figure out how to tell him that in a normal human way. Which, considering he's not particularly human, turns out to be kind of difficult. (Also he has a big fat crush on him, but like, that's not the important thing here.))

in which fairytale protagonists and antagonists make a groupchat and all hell breaks lose. almost literally. [texting au] highest rankings: #1 seventeen #1 woozi #1 seungkwan #1 dino #1 svt #1 junhao #1 meanie #1 jeongcheol #1 verkwan

in which seungcheol is an uber driver who feels incomplete and joshua is the stunning passenger who fixes that (lowercase intended) started: september 27th, 2020 completed: ©svtsoverdonewithyou

minghao is transgender, and junhui falls utterly in love ♡ Ⓒ yyukhei

"goodbye, mingyu." started: 06-11-17 completed: 06-22-17 highest: #2

𝗦𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗚𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗘: 𝗦𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗟 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝘄𝗼𝗼'𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵. 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘆𝘂 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗮 𝗵𝘂𝗴𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗯𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿, 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿, 𝗼𝗿 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲?

"shut up and help me get out of here."

S. Coups, leader of Seventeen, was just so ugly that he died. The other members dont really care so they look for a new member. Justin Bieber is done being a solo artist. He wants to be in a group, but not any American group. He wants to be in a korean group. Both paths intertwine, and this path is made of gold. [completed on may 2, 2016]