#I’m sad bc we just hit 20k

[mistletouchunderthetree]

i think i am going to go back to my plastic surgeon once i hit my insurance’s out of pocket deductible (fun fact: it’s over $9k and every year before this it was covered by one (1) chemo treatment bc they’re like $20k BUT! for some silly reason or other the insurance company decided they aren’t going to count my chemo treatments this year so now it’s almost july and im STILL PAYING OUT OF POCKET SHIT) and get the fat grafting we talked about. i wasn’t able to get it when i first got diagnosed stage 4 bc i was on taxol which is a chemo that fucks up your blood count numbers and makes you immunocompromised even worse than just having cancer but NOW i’m on a chemo that DOESNT do that and honestly i thought my tattoos were going to help with my body issues and they do to some extent but like. my boobs are incredibly uneven and you can tell through a shirt and i miss wearing things with cleavage i was SUCH a tits out girl before this and now it’s something that just makes me really fucking sad. but it’s doing something for me and not for my health and i feel guilty about that for some reason. also nervous if i have to get another surgery whether or not id have drains again bc drains are literal hell ANYWAY

[bunnybambi1]

Hello everyone!!

Unfortunately Mady got locked out of this blog so we’re making a new one and this blog won’t be active anymore….

The new blog name is bunnybambii , please follow that one!

[astralkoo]

the huntress | jungkook (teaser)

Pairing: jungkook x (f.) reader

Genre: werewolf au, hunter au, action, thriller, angst, fluff, smut

Rating: 18+ (graphic violence / explicit sexual content)

Estimated Final Word Count: 15-20k??? Maybe more bc it’s already at 7.4k and I haven’t even fully hit on the main plot yikes

Teaser Word Count: 1,780

Summary: You are a hunter. You are a protector. And you are a killer. These are simple facts. Facts that have been drilled into your head since you were a child. These facts are all that you know, all that you can rely on when the world around you is constantly changing. But, what can you do when one of the very creatures you’ve been taught to hunt, taught to kill, taught to hate makes you question everything you once believed?

Warnings: explicit language, descriptions of blood, graphic violence, death, killing/murder, jk is kept in a cage, panic attack, betrayal, sad jk, explicit sexual content; sex in a lake, unprotected sex (please be safe!!), sub!jungkook, dom!reader, virgin!jungkook, lots of whining, light dirty talk, hand job, fingering, jk has a kissing kink, oral (f. receiving), biting, reader calls jk puppy (all warnings are subject to change)

Release Date: TBD

A/N ; ah shit here we go. she’s been coming along pretty smoothly, so I thought it was the right time put the teaser out for you guys! I’m really excited to get the full fic posted and hopefully it won’t be too far in the future, but with my track record... I can make no guarantees. thank you for 1.4K followers!! I hope you enjoy!

You felt it building in your chest, swelling into something large and uncontainable. The sensation creeping up your throat, filling the back of your mouth and forcing open your jaws. Tears sprung to the corners of your eyes and your dry lips strained as they stretched open, the monstrous yawn finally breaking free.

Fuck. You are so tired.

It had been an exhausting day to begin with and of course, with your luck, it was your turn to take the night watch.

Around you, the forest was alive: crickets and cicadas singing lazy songs, the warm summer breeze rustling through the leaves, the waning moon casting a cool silver glow over the sleeping earth. Beside you, the dying remains of a bonfire flickers and spits blazing embers, choking and fading with every gust of wind. The darkness is slowly closing in, the eerie shadows of the surrounding trees creeping closer and closer with every passing minute.

Gravity pulled at your eyelids, the sweet lure of sleep all too tempting.

Crack.

You shot upright, eyes wide and alert, ears straining. It was too dark to see past the outer layer of trees, and a heavy silence followed, only remedied by the soft crackling of the singed wood. There’s a familiar prickle under your skin, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end. It’s dark, but you don’t need to see to know that there is something out there. Call it a self-made sixth sense if you will, something you’ve developed and trained into perfection over the course of many years.

Instinctively, your fingers reached for your bow. The sleek black metal scraped against the large stone it was propped up on as you swiftly and silently fall into position. Unsheathing an arrow from the leather quiver, you pull it back against the string until you feel that perfect tension. The side of your thumb caresses the cool skin of your cheek, and you close one eye, honing in on the dark tree line.

Come on. Give me a reason.

But you’re only rewarded with silence.

After a few tense moments, you slowly lowered your weapon, brow twitching in irritation.

“Get a grip, y/n.” You grumbled roughly.

You were on edge. It’s understandable; you were in completely unfamiliar territory, with no reliable knowledge of the land or its inhabitants to lean back on. The knowledge which you did have, however (that being the knowledge that the nearby town had been getting ravaged by a bloodthirsty beast under the cover of nightfall), didn’t ease the tension in your shoulders in the slightest.

After all, that was the whole reason for your troop’s relocation.

A little over three weeks ago, the head of your troop received a letter from a desperate mayor, pleading for your help. They had a problem. Almost every night for the past month, towns people that wandered the streets late into the evening when the sun had set behind the hills and the moon had risen past the horizon, whether it be walking home from a long day of work or going for an evening jog when the summer heat wasn’t so unbearable, had been getting killed. No, not killed— slaughtered.

You’d seen the pictures.

No human being was capable of doing what had been done to those people.

Ergo, the exigency for your troop’s presence.

This town didn’t need cops, they didn’t need police or detectives searching for some rampant serial killer. What they needed were hunters. More specifically, werewolf hunters. Which is precisely what you were. ‘Slayers of the Supernatural’, some might say. Your job was simple: find the murderous creature responsible for the bloody deaths of thirty seven innocent civilians, and eliminate the problem, once and for all. Pretty cut and dry when you think about it.

And for a troop as skilled and experienced as yours, finding and ending this bloodthirsty beast should be a cinch.

But, that didn’t make sitting out, so painfully alone in the dark of night with a killer werewolf on the loose any less unnerving.

Now, you weren’t afraid of the monster itself, you’d held your own against its kind and worse plenty of times in the past. No, it was the deafening silence that was most disquieting. The stillness. The lack of happening. It set you on edge, made it feel like you had to hold your breath to get the slightest idea of what was going on around you. The wait had always been your least favorite part of the hunt, despite it being one of the most vital.

You’ll admit, you can be impatient. It was your most notable cause of failure back in your training days and in some of your earlier hunts. But you’ve gotten better, become capable of capping your overzealous antics, improved in terms of self restraint. Though, you’d still much rather be in the heart of the action than sitting on the sidelines and waiting with buzzing anticipation nipping at your heels.

Exhaling heavily, you slumped back onto the ground, exhaustion quickly seeping back into your sore muscles once the brief flush of adrenaline drained from your system.

Then you heard the rustling of leaves. But this— it was different from the sound made when the breeze wisps through them. There was a certain force to it, a heaviness in the way the branches clicked and the leaves crunched. It was the sound of a body moving through the heavy foliage. A large animal? Maybe. Or perhaps it was something else entirely. Not human. Not an animal. But something in between.

Your hand was around the grip of your bow in less than a second, body swiftly falling into a low crouch.

It was dark. But the moon spilled just enough light over the forest for you to catch a glimpse of a silhouette: a tall, dark shape moving slowly through the brush. You had your mark. Now you just needed a reason to loose your arrow.

Never strike without absolute certainty that you have your eye on the right target. That’s what Junmyeon always drilled into your head during training after you attacked too early and without proper understanding of who (the dummy representing an innocent civilian, in such cases) you’d been aiming at. Because if you somehow mistook an innocent for one of the beasts you hunt— it was a thought you didn’t want to so much as consider.

Teeth gritting, you carefully followed the shadowy figure, feet shifting silently across the dirt. Suddenly, your boot clad toe suddenly knocked a pebble, sending it skittering across the ground. You froze, and so did the silhouette. Then its head whipped in your direction, and the very second you saw the flash of two unmistakable red eyes, your fingers released the taut string, sending the arrow whizzing into the tree line.

A shriek of agony ripped through the calm night air. The figure staggered, doubling over, before quickly righting itself and whirling around, taking off into the dense, black forest.

You didn’t let so much as a fraction of a second pass before you launched yourself off the dirt ground and bolted into the woods after the creature, a delicious combination of red hot adrenaline and childlike excitement immediately consuming you. It was this— this feeling, this exhilaration that you lived for. That you hunted for. It drove you in ways nothing else ever had. The combination of blood rushing through your veins and your heart thundering in your ears created an almost euphoric sensation. It was a high, thrilling and electrifying. But perhaps those weren’t quite the right words to describe it.

Maybe it was the fact that for these moments as you were rushing through the brush, low branches slicing at your arms and face, cool wind winding through your hair, you could clear your mind and focus only on this one thing, on putting every ounce of your energy into this one moment to accomplish this one feat. There wasn’t— there couldn’t be a single invading thought, doubt, concern. There was nothing but boiling determination, molten in your bloodstream.

Ahead of you, the creature rushed frantically through the dense forest, weaving and staggering around the bulging trunks of towering trees. It was trying to lose you. But you excelled when it came to the chase. The fact that it was wounded also helped; the dark red blood stained the leaves and mossy earth, leaving a clear path for you to follow.

You were catching up, the distance between you and it growing smaller and smaller with each moment. You could hear the creature's heavy footfalls, the crunching of leaves and snapping of twigs. Within a few strides, you were within arms distance. If you were to reach out your hand—

Just as your fingertips grazed its back, you broke through the tree line. The creature, caught off guard, stumbled. A fatal mistake. Before it had a chance to recover, you rammed your shoulder into its back, directly between its shoulder blades, sending it stumbling forward with a stunned yelp. You hadn’t even noticed the massive body of water until he fell into it. Always be aware of your surroundings, you reminded yourself sharply, before honing in on your target. The water, reflecting the night sky like a mirror, rippled and spat around the form of the creature as it attempted to scramble away from you. But you didn’t let it get far.

You thrust yourself on top of him, pinning his kicking legs down with your own and making a grab for his flailing arms. A sharp hiss rushed past your teeth when you felt something slice into your arm, but you paid no heed to the warm, familiar trickle of blood. It only fueled the roaring fire of determination inside of you further. He was bucking up, thrashing wildly, trying to throw you off, but you held fast, angling yourself in such a way that you had the upper hand. Icy water splashed across your face, seeping into your clothes as you used all your strength to keep him down. But it wasn’t easy fighting a werewolf with your bare hands. Not even a wounded one. And you were quickly growing sick of feeling the piercing sting of his claws cutting through your clothes and biting into your skin.

In one swift motion, you unsheathed the silver blade hidden in a pouch sewn into the inside of your boot. Every muscle in his body froze up at the feeling of cold metal pressing threateningly against his vulnerable throat.

Panting through clenched teeth, you pinned him with a chilling glare.

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t slit your throat.”

[silent-guy]

I’ve been meaning to write this for awhile now but I’ve just been to depressed and down to really do much of anything. I feel like the last 2 years of my life is suddenly now without meaning. I met this girl on tinder 2 years ago and have totally taken care of her and anything she’s wanted or needed. I’ve given her over $32k on cashapp in the past 2 years, easily another $20k outside of that, bought her a $24k car, stayed up for 3 days to bail her out of jail, been hit 3-4 times and had over $5k of damage to my car in vandalism bc of her anger (and I never called the police on her), was lied to and manipulated on almost a daily/weekly basis, gave her medical insurance. and despite all of this I always stuck by her no matter what and promised her I would always be by her side to help her. I know she has bad genes and mental issues but I tried to get her to go to therapy or to a doctor but there was always some excuse. I’ve been alone most of my life and granted there have been more downs than ups with her I truly have had the best moments of my life with her and words cannot describe how depressing and upsetting it is to think I may never get to see her or spend time with her again for the rest of my life. I’ll never know why exactly she cut me off but I can only assume it was bc I wouldn’t support her in trying to do cocaine in front of me or bc I took her puppy temporarily bc she didn’t have the means to take care of herself or the puppy. She decided to use me one last time one weekend for over $1500 on her and her friends with the promise of spending the day with me that next week and totally ghosted me and when I showed up at her work after days of no reply she calls the police on me saying I’m someone she used to know and that I was staking her. I would do anything for her and it makes me so sad and depressed that after everything I don’t even have a friend or someone I can talk to or spend time with. I put up with so much manipulation, lies and abuse, and just being used for money. I don’t think I’ll ever recover from this, I have so much debt and issues now and I’m running out of band aids and when I do I feel like I’m just going to give up. I forgive her for all of the horrible things she’s said and done to me and I truly hope she finds a way to better herself and get help before she winds up dead one day bc of all the reckless things she does. I’m truly heartbroken that you left from my life when you knew that was what I feared the most and promised me a thousand times you would never do. I know I’m not perfect either but I always tried to do the best I could in an impossible situation with how I was treated. I’m just so depressed, alone and heartbroken. Suicide is on my mind almost daily now. I’ve only ever been good for money and that hurts so much. I tried to be the friend to her that I always wanted myself despite how I was treated. I’m just struggling so much, I hope I can find my way through all of this and we will see each other again one day, I love you and I always will

[some-stars]

For the ask game: 8, 18, 30

8.  Do you listen to music while you write? If so, share a song that’s been inspiring you lately.

I can’t listen to anything while I write unless it’s this stuff (or possibly this stuff). Can’t do anything with words or complex rhythms, bc then I’ll just focus on that and not on writing. I do maintain a character/fandom playlist that I listen to before writing sometimes, which is here. “Orpheus” pumped me up for a lot of the kidfic sequel, and “Stray Italian Greyhound” reliably gives me Yennskier feels. I have a lot of other songs on there for various characters and relationships but none that are connected to specific fics.

18.  What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

oh boy, this is gonna take some thinking. hmm. I’m gonna keep it in Witcher fandom, since that is what my followers care about, so: the part in “some good mistakes” where Geralt takes Jaskier up on his offer to go to the coast, and then goes and sleeps with Yennefer, and feels for a brief moment feels like he’s got this polyamory thing figured OUT, he can HAVE this, he can be HAPPY and make them both happy--and of course it shatters almost instantly. But I love that scene--

"Do what pleases you," Jaskier says. "While you can." It sounds like a verse.

"Writing your next song?"

"Just trying to work out what pleases me," he replies. There's a different tone underneath the words. When Geralt turns to look at him, he's looking away toward the valley, his face sad but otherwise enigmatic. He feels distant, and Geralt feels a pang of alarm.

He finds himself speaking. "Maybe...maybe after all this is done, we can go to the coast."

He doesn't know why he says it. He's not sure if he means it. But it would be nice--to go somewhere purely for the pleasure of it, to follow Jaskier for once instead of the other way around. To take a break from death, and killing, and failure. He's not sure if he ever has before.

"Really?" Jaskier looks taken aback, but delighted. It makes up Geralt's mind for him.

"Yeah. It's not a bad idea."

"Of course it's not a bad idea. It's a great idea."

"I wouldn't go that far," Geralt says, but when Jaskier's hand squeezes his, he doesn't protest.

When he goes to Yennefer's tent that night, he feels hopeful. He wakes up next to her and thinks maybe he can have this. Have everything, for once.

Geralt is trying so hard and also fucking up so bad (I mean, it is the title of the story). He won’t admit that he loves Jaskier because he’s afraid of what that would mean, afraid of losing him, afraid of asking too much, afraid of not giving enough. He can just barely admit that he loves Yennefer because she’s not nearly such a foundational part of his life. And he tells himself, if I can give them both what they want--give myself to Yennefer when she’s here, give myself to Jaskier when she’s not--maybe I can keep them both, without having to face anything or change anything in possibly dangerous ways. But when he’s hit with the sudden pain of Yennefer rejecting him--after he showed her so much during their pillow talk--he shuts down and can’t allow the possibility of Jaskier hurting him the same way, or even far worse, so he shoves him away, in a way/at a time that he doesn’t realize will be particularly cruel to Jaskier considering he already sees his position in Geralt’s affections as inferior to Yennefer’s. (Geralt, of course, has no idea about that.)

30.  Tell us an idea for a longfic you want to write in the future.

I don’t want to write longfic--like, much over 20k--I just can’t sustain something that long, at least so far. And I honestly rarely get ideas that would benefit from being stretched out over 40-50k, because I’m absolutely terrible at plot. I have an idea for a somewhat longer fic--the pre-series Geralt/OMC tragic romance that I ramble about fairly often--but it would basically be a collection of medium vignettes spanning a decade, tracing the growth of their relationship and then its end when the OMC dies tragically. So I can’t really answer this bc I have no longfic ideas, just....longer-than-I’d-like ideas.

[justsomelarryfics]

Hi :) do you have an fics on Larry being kids?✌🏽

I divided this by them as kids the whole time, and them growing up together. I hope this covers what you wanted!

Sorted by length

Harry and Louis as kids

Little Rascals - Little Harry embarrasses himself in front of all his friends and pretty little louis, but it’s okay because nobody minds and they are all cute. (one shot, 1k, this is really just a drabble)

where the grass is greenest - harry and louis meet at the park, and harry asks louis a lot of questions because he knows everything, of course. he’s seven. (one shot, 2k)

and all my thoughts were racing till i saw you - Louis is nine years old and in the third grade and his brain is always working a little faster than he wants it to. Harry is the new kid who’s seven but somehow already in Louis’ grade and Louis has never wanted anything more than to kiss him in his life.or, Louis wants to kiss Harry and he doesn’t know why and Harry would never say no to kissing Louis (one shot, 2k, this could also be counted as them growing up together but most of it is them as children)

Santa tell me - “Louis, is Santa real?” His eyes are brimming with tears and that makes Louis sad because Harry’s eyes shouldn’t be filled with tears. Louis thinks they should be happy and he knows that if he answers negatively that those tears will spill over and Louis can’t deal with a crying Harry. Or the one where Stan tells Harry that Santa doesn’t exist and Louis has to prove that booger-eating-Stan is wrong (one shot, 2k, includes them as adults at the end)

it’s hard to forget - when there’s a new curly haired boy in his class, louis decides he wants to be his friend. they become the kings of the playground. (one shot, 2k)

i wanna hold your hand -  prompt: there’s a field trip and louis is assigned as harry’s “buddy” but he loses him and cries a lot but eventually finds him bc he hears harry crying for him too and they end up sharing lunch on the bus ride home okay byeeeeeeee“The zoo!” someone shouts near the front, and Louis jumps out of his seat so fast he falls into the middle isle and then throws himself back onto the seats and crawls over Harry to get a good look out the window. He can see it. Chester Zoo.“Chester Zoo, I’m coming for you,” Louis sings, and underneath him he can hear Harry’s high-pitched giggles. Today is going to be the best day ever. (one shot, 3k)

Up to the Hills - On Harry’s first day of nursery school, he meets a boy named Louis. (one shot, 4k)

Tick-Tock - When Louis was born to Jay Tomlinson with a tiny 2 years on his clock, it starts the most beautiful love story. Even if things are missed, fate finds a way to make it work.  (one shot, 6k)

Bonus: Wattpad fics

cookie boy - a short story about harry who brings baked cookies to school everyday and louis who always takes two. (7 parts, complete)

peanut butter & profanities - arachibutyrophobia;(noun)a fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of one’s mouth. louis doesn’t like peanut butter, yet harry always insists that he tries it.  (7 parts, complete)

Harry and Louis growing up together

i will always be with you - louis was harry’s first everything (one shot, 2k)

You’ll Always Be My Peter Pan -  When Harry was seven and his best friend, Liam, was six, Anne told them the story of Peter Pan- the boy who never grew up. “Hi Hazza”, Louis’ smile was truly beautiful and the next thing he knew, Harry had blurted out, “Are you Peter Pan?” Louis may not be Peter Pan but Harry’s pretty sure he is. (one shot, 2k)

Let’s Hit The Ground - “But you probably have friends your own age now Lou, it’s ok if you don’t want to be my friend anymore” Harry mumbled, not wanting to make eye contact with the older boy while basically giving him an out of their friendship, when really there is nothing he would hate more than for Louis to stop being friends with him.“Harry, I don’t ever want to stop being your best friend. I’m not going to leave you. Promise.” Louis speaks, trying to get the younger boy to look at him. It worked.Harry looks up at Louis with a shy smile on his face and rosy cheeks “Promise?” He questions.“I promise.” Louis says back, grabbing Harry’s hand and giving it a squeeze before they both returned to their pizza. (one shot, 3k)

Like The Stars That Shined - Louis has stars in his eyes. Harry has known it since they were kids. They have their own tree, their own café booth, and so many years to fall in love. Perhaps a lifetime. (one shot, 12k)

And It’s Snowing - Harry meets Louis when he’s six years old and lost in the middle of ‘Toys R Us’. And it’s snowing. (one shot, 12k)

you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars - harry and louis grow up together and might be a little in love the entire way. (one shot, 17k)

TGIF - “So, you moved in today?”“Yeah.” Louis huffed. “I’ve had to leave all my friends behind in Donny and move here because my mum got a good job. And this house is bigger than the one we were in, so that’s good. But I just… I was popular, I had loads of friends, I was captain of the football team. I don’t think the school I’m going to even has a football team.”“What school are you going to?”“St. Mary’s.”“That’s my school!” Harry stopped, and the ball hit his foot. “I’ll be your friend.”Louis smiled, and something about it made Harry’s stomach twist uneasily.“That’s sweet, Harry. But I can’t exactly hang out with an eleven year old.”Harry’s mouth twisted into a frown, but he kicked the ball back anyway. “Okay.”“We can hang out here, though.”—Louis, 13, moves in next door to Harry, eleven. They immediately hit it off and quickly become best friends, but as they get older, things get a little complicated.  (one shot, 20k)

Bonus: Wattpad fic

Fingers - And okay, the thing is stealing Louis’ spotlight, but he wants it. It looks so small and tiny and he wants it. Louis just knows that it’s pink and smushy and keeps making faces like sticking it’s tongue out but keeping it’s eyes closed. That’s the face that Louis thinks is funny. Obviously he doesn’t get it, but then his best friend Gemma asks him if he wants to hold the baby’s hand because his skin is so soft because it’s so new. Instantly Louis smiles at his best friend, so he’s happy enough. It moves and makes sounds, so he’s intrigued by it. or the timeline of their lives. (chaptered, complete, 12 parts)

[v-hope]

a few weeks ago someone asked me if i had any favourite hyunjin fics and i said no…

this is it.

honestly this is now not only my fav hyunjin fic but i think it is also hands down the best social media au i’ve read in AGES.

it’s been SO LONG since i read a fic that i could physically not put down until i was completely done with it. like, i discovered it yesterday at 8pm and i was like okay i’ll read until like 4 or 5am since i normally can’t fall asleep at night bc of the hot summer weather anyway, and when it was 5am i was not done with it and i said okay 7am it is. 7am max and i’m going to sleep. and then before i knew it, it was 8:30am and i was just putting my phone down after experiencing SO MANY FEELINGS like oh my god i am so in love with this fic i needed to gush about it now (after having gotten some sleep. i’m fine, i’m fine) even tho the epilogues are not up yet, and on that note i cannot wait to read them whenever they’re posted bc i cannot get enough of it.

i mean it. i remember reaching part 40 and being sad bc i somehow managed to make myself believe it was only 50 parts so it was about to end and i was not emotionally ready for it. and then i found out it was actually 70 parts and i was SO HAPPY you can’t imagine. couldn’t have cared any less about my sleep lmao.

i loveeeeee how the story progressed so naturally in a way, how we could see hyunjin and y/n’s dynamic change right in front of our eyes. the obliviousness and denial that comes with a good enemies to lovers fic (PLUS a fwb/fuck buddies one, can it get any better? 😭) when we can see how strongly they feel for each other and how jealous they get bc of course they catch feelings before they can even realise. and the tension, oh my GOD THE TENSION. i could feel every single bit of it through your words and i absolutely LOVED IT.

i loved every single part and how particularly beautifully written the written ones were. i’m not joking when i say i don’t usually read anything over 5k words because i am so tired of reading +30 pages every day for uni. and when i read smaus with written parts that are longer than that i tend to just kind of scan for the dialogues to get an idea of what’s going on and that’s it. but in this fic i was hit with +20k words written parts, and the last one was even 35k words and i read every single word of it bc that is just how hypnotized i was by the whole story.

i loved the overall dynamics of it. not only hyunjin and y/n’s, but the entire friend group as well. every convo managed to be both entertaining AND actually important/necessary for the story development, i’m actually very grateful for that lmao. and i need to rant about a few things so let me just

‼️SPOILER ALERT‼️

okay first of all, yeji??? A CUTIE PIE. at first i was scared she would turn against y/n at some point, when she first saw hyunjin and called him beautiful and all that, and how she made a separate gc from y/n just so she could gush over him lmao, but she was actually so supportive of them even when she was the only one who didn’t know about the relationship those two were keeping a secret :( we stan a supportive friend who only wants the best for her bff 😭 i also at some point thought she was gonna end up with felix, but i’m happy she ended up with minho, they were so cute together. oh and also the way she kept checking up on y/n and if she was truly okay with her getting together with minho? 10/10 best friend but like ma’am it’s okay just go get your man 😭😭😭

i loved jisung’s role the most. how he was always so protective of y/n (sometimes maybe a little too protective 👀) and how he was the one to bring some much needed sense to her. AND THE ONE TO GO OFF ON HYUNJIN AND TELL HIM HOW HE HAD BROKEN UP Y/N’S HEART AGAIN AND BEING THE ONE TO ACCIDENTALLY CLEAR THINGS UP AND GIVE THEM THE LITTLE PUSH THEY NEEDED TO FIX UP THEIR SHIT AND GET BACK TOGETHER, everyone say THANK YOU JISUNG

wooyoung was so lovely :( i loved the part his role played in the story as well. how hyunjin got protective and jealous bc of him and how that ended up with him and y/n getting /together/ for the first time. and how supportive he always was of y/n and how he understood her heart was with hyunjin and didn’t get mad at her for it. although i did get mad at him when he texted hyunjin and told him that y/n hated him. like i know his heart was on the right place but SIR IT IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS PLEASE LET THEM BE THANK U.

okay now to the characters i wanted to punch ☺️ which were chaeyoung (crying tho bc she’s one of my twice biases lmao) and the girl i’m just gonna address as sj bc i can’t remember her name hehe. oh, and yunho at first (again, that’s my ateez bias right there so i cried a bit too).

yunho made me feel so uncomfortable and i hated how y/n was wondering if maybe she was overreacting. if you feel like someone’s touch is inappropriate then that’s all you need to stay away from them. i was thankful for hyunjin tho. yunho being an asshole gave us the chance to see hyunjin care for y/n for the first time, even when they could not stand each other back then. when he saw how he was feeling y/n up that one night the three of them were alone at the studio and she went out to get some air and was so scared of hyunjin leaving her alone with yunho… and how he followed after her and handed her her bag so she could leave with him :( hyunjin baby we love u, thanks for taking care of her back then 😔

chaeyoung sweetie… whatever she was doing all along, that was not it. her twitter feed being full of hyunjin without him knowing, and making it look like they were a couple? not it. telling everyone that they were into each other and they were not together /yet/? NOT IT. god, i was so scared when she ran into y/n at the cafe when she and hyunjin had fought bc a part of me actually believed something was going on between the two of them since hyunjin could’ve really used a rebound :/ i’m just glad he stood his ground all along and made it clear he felt nothing for her at one point.

now, sj. girl wtf???? kissing hyunjin THE SECOND you see him after YEARS of not doing so, and even more AFTER HE TOLD HER HE WAS DATING Y/N???? like even if she didn’t believe him, if someone tells you they’re dating someone then you better believe they’re not comfortable with you kissing them. ugh, this girl istg, the way she would cling on to hyunjin and question y/n and make her look bad and feel self conscious on purpose. the way she would talk about her and hyunjin’s sex life so freely? i wanted to punch her so bad, y/n remained way too calm, i would’ve lost it. THANK GOD hyunjin finally spoke up and called her out when she made that comment about how he was in bed. it was about time someone put her in her place. glad he turned her down when she asked to meet up alone as well. like dude HE LOVES SOMEONE ELSE LET IT GO!!!!!!

i loved how hyunjin reassured y/n tho :( and how soft he was with her and the bonfire (we’re not mentioning the whole chaeyoung situation. although i did love to see hyunjin standing up for y/n even if he was hurt by her words 😭😭😭) AND HOW THEY WENT TO THE ART MUSEUM AND THE DASIES AND OH MY GOD THAT BRINGS ME BACK TO THE NECKLACE!!!!! when it was first mentioned in like the first few parts i thought it would end up in a fight, like hyunjin accusing y/n for stealing it or whatever, but the fact that he saw it hanging around her neck and loved it so much that he actually acted as if it was hers all along and even gave it back to her after she left it behind?? please i’m so soft 😭 the way that he would always stare at it and touch it and would want to see it on her bc it was his necklace that she was wearing i—give me a moment.

i loved all their little moments at his dorm :( and the balcony :( and hyunjin making a whole ass art expo just to answer y/n’s drunken questions back then :(

ugh i don’t think i had ever written such a long comment after reading a fic but i have SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT THIS ONE. i needed to let you know how much i loved it and that you’re an amazing writer bc i could feel every single emotion they were feeling and their story was so so beautiful and i just. crying. hyunjin being so soft and calling her baby and being so clingy :( and falling in love with her but then feeling so insecure when it came to her feelings towards him :( and the same the other way around.

i empathized so much with y/n. how she was scared to fall for him again and have him break her heart all over again. and how IT ACTUALLY HAPPENED at one point even if it was a huge misunderstanding on his end. i would’ve been so scared too to just put my heart out there. but y/n baby that boy is so whipped for you and loves you so much i’m glad things turned out well for them 😭😭😭

okay i believe this is enough of me rambling lmao. again, I LOVED THE STORY. can’t wait for the epilogues, idk what will i do with my life when it’s over. probably reread this over and over again.

thank you so much for writing this masterpiece 💖

only fools fall for you | hyunjin sm au

synopsis:

you're excited to finally get a new start at university, majoring in the thing you love the most; dancing, and you're positive that absolutely nothing can ruin the quintessential college experience for you.

that is, until you run into your lifelong rival, hwang hyunjin and to make things worse...you can't seem to get rid of him.

pairing: dancer! hyunjin x dancer! reader

fic type: social media au

genre: college au, angst, enemies to lovers, smut and some fluff, slowburn (!)

status: complete

masterlist:

playlist

yns squad

hyunjins squad

1. a fresh start

2. not a cat, minho

3. i need new friends

4. number one fan

5. a hopefully hot boy

6. bane of my existence

7. i blame felix

8. a beautiful dancer

9. did you just defend hyunjin

10. be more passionate

11. the enemy you know

12. should i be offended

13. is this even legal

14. the bar is so low

15. not a bad kisser

16. ready, ready baby

17. the morning after

18. what happened last night

19. showstopping

20. being sick

21. im gonna kill him

22. a pretty face

23. dramatic entrance

24. distracted

25. communication can help

26. the world would be a better place

27. get back at him

28. what i want

29. nothing to hide

30. you've matured

31. beautiful face but a terrible personality

32. one and done

33. you sound whipped

34. i want you to

35. does this make up for it

36. don't say no

37. play with fire

38. weather forecast, wet

39. more important than ramen

40. you up?

41. not fighting anymore

42. english lit can wait

43. am i allowed to kiss you

44. red lights

45. the view

46. corn dogs

47. chaeprincess

48. i hate people

49. looking out for hyunjin

50. talk to yeji

51. how can you be sure ?

52. happy birthday han

53. everything okay ?

54. what happened in high school

55. happy for you

56. safe space

57. what's kkami

58. yeji knows

59. moving on

60. you need to get out

61. unforgettable night

62. daisy

63. hatred is a strong word

64. not afraid to show it

65. hopeless romantic

66. not your business

67. have faith

68. little star

69. epilogue part 1

70. epilogue part 2

[thekidultlife]

Oppa-ya | Jihoon Idol!AU

Genre: Fluff??? Angst?? (There might be smut on later chapters)

(A/N: Ok. Since I don’t have enough time to write a full-fledged 20k word fic, I decided to start a series. As you will read later on, you might see that the members of Y/N’s girl group are provided by me bc it would be weird to write (girl group member1/name), (girl group member2/name) and so on. Anyway, this is chapter 1, please enjoy ahaha)

Chapters: Part 1  - Part 2 - Part 3

“Hey, Woozi. You busy?”

The owner of the name averted his gaze from the piano where he was doing samplings for a later song to the other man who just entered the room. The tone of the man’s voice piqued Woozi’s interest and despite how he was planning to finish a song before the day clocks midnight, he just had to lie for the sake of his curiosity. I can finish two tomorrow.

“Oh, Bumzu-hyung. I’m not that busy, why?” Woozi replied as he turned his swivel chair while Bumzu was fishing something from his pocket, earning an arched brow from the younger.

“I want you to listen to this, but don’t tell anyone I did, ok?” Bumzu answered with a playful smile and a twinkle in his eyes as he placed on Woozi’s hands an orange flash drive.

“What’s this, hyung? Your new track?” Woozi asked again as he slid the flash drive into the correct port which opened a window on his computer screen while Bumzu fetched a stool somewhere inside the studio.

“No, no. It’s not mine,” the older man denied and Woozi had to knit his brows together in confusion. “Just listen to it and tell me what you think.”

Woozi simply shrugged at the mysterious act Bumzu was playing and instead wore his headphones on and clicked the first sound file that was in the flash drive, unknowing of what to expect.

2 years later

It was already a year since your girl group had debuted under Pledis Entertainment and you were at the end of your first world tour—returning to Seoul after a successful concert and fanmeet in Sydney.

Your group focused on incredibly versatile vocals as you were all proficient long before you became trainees. That’s why, looking back, your group immediately became trend idols as your debut song was a hit and sometimes, you couldn’t even believe that you were among the ranks of Twice and Red Velvet or even Girls Generation.

However, since the world tour was ending, you had to prepare for a comeback and it was your job to ensure that your group will continue with even better songs as the music producer. Of course you had been compared to Seventeen’s Woozi during that one episode of Weekly Idol but you professionally dodged the question, saying that he was your mentor and you were still learning. Well, the reality isn’t any different, he was indeed teaching you how to utilize the right tools for a good song; though while you were thinking about this, you were brought back to the memory of how you two first met.

1 year ago

“Don’t feel nervous, Y/N! He won’t bite,” Bumzu assured you with a chuckle as you followed him to the studio where Woozi was but you just couldn’t help but anticipate for the worst.

The plan was have Woozi teach you more about composing songs as Bumzu supervised the two of you. But you knew how awkward Woozi is with girls and you weren’t the best in socializing either. Plus, you didn’t want him to think that the songs you make are lame—but well, they are lame compared to the songs he composes.

Your thoughts were interrupted when Bumzu stopped in front of a door and pushed it open. As the two of you entered the room, you were greeted by Woozi in his usual snapback, t-shirt and sweatpants combination. He was standing by his work station with a neutral expression as you moved into the room and greeted him as well.

“Woozi, I would like you to meet Y/N. You’ll be helping her out from now on,” Bumzu introduced you as you gave a small polite smile and bowed.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. Let’s work hard together,” you added, keeping it as business-like as possible while Woozi nodded at you awkwardly; rubbing his sweaty palms together.

“I know you know him, Y/N but this is Lee Jihoon or Woozi, if you will,” Bumzu ushered Woozi to come closer so that he can shake hands with you.

“So um, yeah. Just call me Woozi or something and um, let’s do work hard,” he told you as you nodded and releasing his hand hesitantly.

There was a complete silence after as the two of you simply stared at each other, silently praying to the higher beings to stop this awkward situation. Suddenly though, you two jolted in surprise as Bumzu laughed loudly at the two of you.

“Alright. I’ll be leaving the two of you here so you can get to know each other,” he said as you widened your eyes while Woozi almost groaned in protest but wanted to be polite and all.

So when Bumzu left the studio, Woozi offered you a seat on the nearby couch where he also sat; albeit a little further away. Another round of silence enveloped the two of you but this time, Woozi sighed as you regarded him curiously.

“I’m sorry…I’m usually a good talker but, yeah…um, sorry,” he apologized to you while scratching the back of his neck; giving you a shy glance.

“I’m kind of sorry as well…I wish I could make this situation a lot better,” you replied as you gave a little pout.

“So um…Y/N, right?” he asked and you nodded. “Um, tell me how you usually compose a song.”

“Ah, well…”

It was an awkward first meeting yet your relationship gradually turned for the better as the two of you spent a lot of time together holed up in the studio. You slowly opened up to him; showing your hidden playful side and often forgetting how he was supposed to be teaching you. Meanwhile, Woozi was also beginning to warm up and would often regard you as one of his few female friends who he allowed to call him by his real name.

Yet as days and months passed by, the amazement you felt as he worked on his songs turned into admiration and the cuteness you always thought he had suddenly transformed into handsomeness and his presence you sometimes ignored became something you always searched for. Yeah, you knew. You had a crush on him.

As you wrapped up your group’s first world tour, you found yourself inside the recording room and working on some songs for your comeback and first full album. Woozi was also there; not really doing anything, but might be thinking of some tunes for future songs.

“Jihoon-oppa.”

You called out to him as you continued moving sound files in the correct order on the computer screen. He was behind you, sitting on the couch of the recording room as he fiddled with his phone—looking up as he had heard you.

“Can I ask you for some advice?” you began as your lips moved to a little smirk.

“Are you having trouble with a track?” he asked you as he sat straight, locking his phone and placing it in his pocket. Yet you shook your head.

“No, no. It’s about something else. It’s about a guy I like.”

Jihoon frowned and slumped back on the couch, totally uncomfortable as you simply laughed at his reaction.

“You know I’m not good at that stuff,” he grumbled.

“C’mon! I need some input from a guy.”

“Can’t you just ask Seungkwan or something? You’re close right?”

“I can’t. He’s like the anti-thesis of my crush. That’s why. I’m asking you, Jihoon-oppa because you have…um similar personalities…”

Jihoon groaned at you but humored you anyway. “Fine. So, what is it?”

You grinned at the computer screen and mused happily, still doing your job.

“Ah, you see oppa…this guy I like, even if I do confess to him, I don’t think it’ll turn out well between us.”

“What do you mean? Are you afraid of being rejected?” he raised a brow at you. “Who wouldn’t want to date an idol?”

“No, that’s not it. Even if we start dating, I don’t think the two of us will be happy with each other.”

“Why not? You still haven’t tried anything yet.”

You sighed, your smile faltering to a neutral expression.

“Well, judging from how busy we both are, I don’t think it’ll work out. It’s sad really, we haven’t even started but it’s bound to crash and burn. So, what do you think, oppa? Should I just hide this and spare the two of us the pain?”

“I don’t really know…”

“My thoughts exactly,” you laughed as it mixed with the furious clicking of the mouse and keyboard.

He pressed his lips together as he thought of an answer yet he came up with none and simply continued watching you finish a song.

There was an endorsement shoot for your group later that day and as you guys were finally done, you and your other members immediately went back to the van and waited for your managers. As a way to keep yourself busy, you were secretly lurking in social media sites to see what your fans were doing. Except, you were not exactly doing that.

“Oh c’mon! Am I really that compatible with Joshua-oppa?” you asked in exasperation as you locked your phone and tossed it on your lap; sighing in the process.

Leigh, who was another member of your group looked at you from the brightly lit screen of her tablet with a sympathetic gaze.

“Aww. It’s okay!” Leigh gave you a small smile. “At least we all know that the one you like is Woozi-oppa.”

You gave your fellow member a jaded look before replying. “Yeah thank you for cornering me the other day and forcing me to tell you guys who I liked.”

“But Hanna and I couldn’t resist asking you!” Leigh was laughing now as your frown deepened. “We were sure that you had a crush on him—”

“Then why do you have to ask me?!”

“We had to confirm it! We made a bet with Hazel that you had a crush on Woozi-oppa!”

You narrowed your eyes at her but since you spent years together, Leigh was not at least intimidated.

“You two still owe me two orders of milk tea.”

“I know, I know.”

You sighed though, looking at the ceiling of the van. “But that still doesn’t change the fact that we aren’t compatible with each other.”

“You still don’t know that,” Hanna piped in as she entered the car with a steaming cup of espresso.

“Are you still collecting for that Starbucks planner?” you asked, deliberately trying to escape a hot seat situation.

“Yes, so Y/N, tell me if you’re buying a latte later.”

“I don’t really drink coffee—”

“Anyway, you still don’t know if you’re compatible with Woozi-oppa or not,” Hanna interrupted you as she seated next to Leigh, earning a pout from you who almost successfully changed the topic.

“Do you know how many shipping requests I asked in Tumblr? I was shipped with Wonwoo-oppa four times, Joshua-oppa three times and even Seungkwan. Out of all thirteen boys!” You almost shouted in annoyance. “I mean yeah, it’s not their fault if they shipped me with someone else but that shows that I’m not compatible with him.”

“I guess what they say is true. If you’re a genius up here,” Hanna started as she pointed her head, then continued, placing a hand on her chest, “you’re stupid right here.”

“Hey. I’m not stupid,” you protested but Leigh interrupted you.

“Who bases her love life on Tumblr anyway?”

You looked at her with a glare. “’Hello, Seungcheol-oppa? Leigh likes you—'”

“DON’T. TELL. HIM!” Leigh was already holding you in an arm lock as you laughed at her reaction.

“I might if you don’t stop,” you threatened and Leigh immediately released you.

“Ah these two. Anyway, don’t talk as if it’s the end. Who knows he might actually like you,” Hanna added as the two of you finally settled back on your seats.

“Yeah, in my dreams,” you said sarcastically but sighing in the end.

In another part of Seoul, your problem seemed to have locked its place inside Jihoon’s mind that he continued to think about it until later that night as he and his members were eating ramyeon in a restaurant.

“Seungkwan-ah, do you know who Y/N likes?” he suddenly asked as the guy in front of him choked on his noodles.

“No, I don’t. Honestly, that girl wouldn’t tell me anything,” Seungkwan replied with little pout as he reiterated his annoyance with his chopsticks, moving it to and fro.

“Maybe her members will know? Why don’t you ask?” Seungcheol suggested but Jihoon only sighed, shaking his head in dismissal.

“I can’t even befriend a girl, how am I supposed to ask them?” he replied.

“But why do you want to know anyway?” Wonwoo piped in as he chewed a piece of meat, earning a few concessional whispers from the other guys.

“Well she just asked me for some advice earlier and I actually don’t know what to say,” Jihoon honestly answered as he took a sip from his cola, watching the ice swim around his drink.

“Why would Y/N want advice from you, hyung? You’re clueless in love,” Seungkwan remarked as the older guy glared at him.

“That’s what I told her but she asked anyway and it’s not leaving my mind,” Jihoon muttered as he gave a careless shrug.

“Alright, hyung. Let’s make a deal. I’ll have her spit it out in exchange for some chicken,” Seungkwan grinned as his hyung smiled mischievously.

“Which one do you want? The one in front of Pledis or the one across the street?” Jihoon asked, his smirk ever growing.

“Your call.”

“Hey! Let me in too!” Soonyoung, at the end of the table interrupted and Jihoon had to sigh.

“Alright fine. As long as you don’t mess it up,” Jihoon exasperatedly replied as he looked at his glass of cola, still believing that Soonyoung would mess it up.

-Admin Hyeri

[goldenscript]

HEY HEY it’s fine, your health always comes first! my friday was really interesting and today i finally went grocery shopping so there’s that. how’s your weekend so far? LMAO UR LITERALLY ME. i often feel detached from people or even myself but it takes .0000081 seconds for a tear to slip out when im reading or watching anime. omg i cried sm the second season of haikyuu bc like.. my baby oiks deserved to go to nationals man, seijoh deserved to go ;-; dont get me wrong i was sooo proud of (1/?)

our crows but like.. oikawa!!! i watched a couple episodes of avatar yesterday and i already love how flawed zuko is, you can see it right from the start. i already know what happens tho okay HAHAH. AND GIRL IM SO HYPED FOR INFINITY WAR!! LIKE aSDJD I CANT EVEN EXPRESS HOW I FEEL, SHIT’S BOUT TO GO DOWN. WHICH REMINDS ME, BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA IS SET IN A UNIVERSE WITH SUPERHEROES AND IT’S HONESTLY V CUTE. which ALSO reminds me i had a fic draft about how an ex-superhero mc who’s next door (2/?)             

who’s next door neighbors with a notorious anti-hero (superrrr orig ik, i was like in 9th grade ok i’m cringing) and she finds out about him through some funny circumstances bc for one, she’s not dumb. she can piece it together. she lost her powers in some way and is trynna adjust to reg human life and she doesn’t want anything to do with playing hero anymore bc of uh “PLOT.” shit happens. never got past the 3rd chapter lol which made me realize that long fics weren’t for me, i lose (3/?)

motivation too fast but it just sucks bc idk how to condense it enough for it to be a oneshot. when i randomly write, they still hit up to 20k so I DONT KNOW?? maybe i just write too much. i’m just as disorganized as i was 4-5 years ago ;; AH FF(.)net AND QUOTEV. GOOD OL’ TIMES. the first fic i read was about infinite’s woohyun bc he was my bby at the time lmaooo. and wow  i’d love to read your revamped fics and whatever else you have in mind!! the thing about fantasy is that it’s so broad (4/?)        

u can literally do anything with it!! LMAO WELL I MEAN TBRH IT’S JUST BTS but HM WHO DO YOU THINK MAtCHES THE JOB DESCRIPTIONS?? wink wink. ALSO sorry that i talk so much omg u must hate reading my messages lmao i feel like i always have a lot to say (5/5!!!)  -sjsu    

lemme just say that i don’t hate getting your messages at all ok!!!!!!!!!!!! i feel like i have a lot to say especially when the topics are within my interests and girl talking to me abt cringey fanfics, ugly crying over sports anime, & black panther are perfect enough reasons to babble over! i promise!!!!!!!! i look forward to talking to you girl (’:

thank you! i honestly just went out to my friend’s bday dinner yesterday night and chilled at home all day today. i’m supposed to hang with my dad and probably go out driving tomorrow so we’ll see. as of rn, i’m fooling myself into thinking that i’m gonna work on my english paper rn but i’m compromising and telling myself to just find quotes and write my thesis then saving the actually writing for tomorrow. but LMAO I’M GLAD YOU CAN RELATE. I WORRY THAT I’M ALONE ON THIS SOMETIMES. yeah, i detach easily and i don’t mean to but sometimes i prefer to let my mind drift and daydream because it’s so much more interesting than day to day life. buT I GET SO EMOTIONALLY INVESTED IN ANIME OK. I CRIED FOR SEASON TWO ALSO. LIKE OIKAWA WAS SO HARDWORKING AND FUCK WHEN THEY LOST TO THE CROWS I WAS SO SAD BC I HONESTLY WISHED THEY COULD BOTH WIN SOMEHOW. like fuck that anime is good, making us sympathize and love like literally everyone you meet because the biggest antagonist in that damn show is time and how one minor point just fucks everyone over and kjsdhfsjkdhf i love haikyuu!! sooooo much. god

LMAO IT’S OK. i spoil myself a lot with shows and movies bc i’m a big like movie person especially in the MCU and horror cuz i like knowing that what i’m watching is worth all the fuss (this goes for most movies in general) although for black panther i didn’t spoil myself because i could feel it in my gut that it would end my entire existence and guess what it did? ended my entire existence. AND OMG INFINITY WAR SDFSDKJHF I’M SOLELY WATCHING IT FOR T’CHALLA TBH. I NEEDA KNOW WHAT ELSE IS GONNA HAPPEN WITH HIM AND THE REST OF WAKANDA OK. AND OMG IT IS? I LOVE THAT. OK FOR SURE I’M WATCHING IT OK.

i only played an interactive story app abt superheroes and it was so freakin’ cool. now this makes me want to replay it ‘cuz it’s just a trip man. the story line is great and i love the idea of superpowers. and omg that story of yours sounds so cool! like imo a trope / plot can seem “cliche” but how you execute it is what really makes the biggest different! like make me feel!!! make me love and hate your characters!!!!!!!! but yeah, honestly, i’m really starting to disbelieve in my skills at writing multi-part fics bc it’s a STRUGGLE. i write to finish i think. but i’m challenging myself to write series bc i have a few that i reallyyyyyyyyyyy want to write. and holy shit 20k????????? that’s amazing! i’ve only done that like once and i haven’t read it in hella long.

whenever i get around to it (man, i’m starting to get annoyed with myself for using this phrase kjsdhkjfsh), i will most def hit you up!!!!!!!! my first fic was like......... uh.... fuck i can’t even remember but i will admit i did try writing twilight fanfic too. in terms of kpop, my first was this jungkook drabble that i never saved and actually deleted after a few days but another one was this yoongi drabble that i currently have up rn that isn’t too bad. but ok girl telling me, a girl who thrives off structure and a basis, that something is broad is HELL for me. like i really need to think things over and make sure it makes sense and it’s just hard. i struggle but i’m trying.

rjgnkjsgkjsdhfkjshf alright, alright mundane jobs for earth-bound bts:

jin: cafeteria lady (sorry bb), everyone loves him, his station’s the cleanest, and no one hates him like............. at all. not even Boss, who everyone FEARS

yoongi: janitor but not really he doesn’t clean and his boss loves him too much to make him do work

hobi: retail worker bc he will not let any atrocity walk out of the store no matter what, doesn’t need his powers to get anyone to buy anything, makes pouches A Thing

joon: librarian, likes to observe ppl, somehow likes humanity even tho we’re messes (”aren’t we all messes, after all?”)

jimin & tae: delivery boys aka the bats bc they move like they’re coming straight out of hell

jungkook: mcd cashier, hates his job, sometimes gives people melted ice cream bc they looked at him funny

[bbcky-barnes]

Destiel Fanfics RecList

(Reminder that these are not in any specific order!!)

1. Painted Angels

Words: 105K 

Summary: Author Castiel Novak has finally hit the big time, with a book based on his failed college relationship with a brilliant painter. He's put all his pain behind him, but at a book signing, he comes face to face with Dean Winchester for the first time in twelve years, and the reunion doesn't go like Cas hoped. Dean's a broken man, with a lot of scars and secrets, shoulders weighed down by his demons and self loathing. Cas sees a second chance with the man he's never stopped loving, but Dean's moved on, and is about to get married. Sam launches a "brilliant" plan to reunite his brother and his best friend, but Cas is worried it will all blow up in their faces, and he'll go through the agony of losing Dean a second time.

2. Easy Now, With My Heart

Words: 50K

Summary:  Dean Winchester is a kindergarten teacher. Castiel Milton is a writer slash works-in-a-coffee-shop. He also happens to be the extremely hot one-night stand that Dean never intended to see again other than in his own fantasies (he’s classy like that). But suddenly Cas is everywhere and Dean is convinced that Fate is out to get him. And maybe they do this thing backwards, but that doesn’t have to mean they can’t make it in the end, right?

3. Sweaters & Cigarettes

Words: 150K

Summary: Dean Winchester is in high school, crushing hard on Castiel Novak, the unbelievably hot goth who Dean does his very best to convince himself he hates, despite the fact that he can’t really stop staring at him. Dean tries, but when the two of them finally cross paths, their first conversation takes a surprising turn. And suddenly, they both find themselves falling harder and faster than they ever could have expected.

4. Freefall

Words: 129K

Summary: Kindergarten teacher Dean Winchester spends his days elbow deep in play doh; the most exciting his life gets is when he plays mechanic in his uncle Bobby's shop on the weekends. That is until a birthday party goes tequila-nova and he trips into a one-night stand with an incredibly hot firefighter named Castiel.Dean's life gets a lot more exciting after that.

5. California Waiting

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6. Appoggiatura

Words: 121K

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7. Heaven & Hell Escort Service

Words: 124K

Summary: Loosely based on the film 'The Wedding Date'. Castiel Novak is a high class escort, and an expensive one at that. He likes to help people, and being an escort allows him to do that... barely. Dean Winchester is a mechanic/waiter who may have accidentally told his father he has a long-term boyfriend to bring along to Sam's wedding. Desperate times call for desperate measures... an escort service might not be what he wants, but it could be exactly what he needs.

8. Cursed or Not

Words: 115K

Summary: While experimenting with magic when he was a kid, Sam accidentally cursed Dean. Now, Dean is forced to wear a spelled amulet constantly, or he'll turn into a random animal. For a little over a decade, he's learned to live with the curse, and has even found it useful in some cases, but he sure would be happier without it.When he meets a witch named Castiel, he's offered a deal. Instead of assuming all witches are bad, Dean can spend a season getting to know him. If at the end of the season, Dean still thinks he's evil Castiel will send him away with his memory wiped of the whole experience. But if he learns that Castiel is not the monster Dean assumes he is, he'll lift Dean's curse.It's an offer Dean can't bring himself to pass up.

9. Satin and Sawdust

Words: 160K

Summary: When Castiel moves out of Jimmy's house and into his own place for the first time, he saves money on buying a home by investing in a Fixer-Upper. He knows nothing about how to fix the many problems the house has, but he figures he's smart enough to figure it out. Unfortunately it's not too long before he learns that he's way in over his head.Thankfully his new neighbor Dean is a handyman, and agrees to help him out. He knows Dean has a bit of a crush on him, but he's not taking advantage of it, really. Dean's a great guy, and quickly becomes a good friend.But a flash of satin under Dean's toolbelt changes everything.

10. Muscle Memory

Words: 20K

Summary: Dear Castiel, Hello – it’s Castiel. This must all seem very confusing, and I’m sorry for that. Dean says to tell you that this isn’t some kind of ‘time-travel stunt’, although I’m sure that won’t be your first thought. I know it wasn’t mine. I’ve told Dean to leave now, as this is my notebook and I want everything in it to come from me – or rather, from you. I know you think it's the fifteenth of January, 2010, but it isn't. At the time of my writing this, the date is the fourth of October, 2013. Dean Winchester is your boyfriend of a year and a half, and you no longer work at the library, and in early 2010 you were hit by a car and hospitalised. I’m sorry.

a.k.a the 50 First Dates Dean/Cas AU where Castiel wakes up on a day just like any other, except that three years have passed without his knowing, and Dean Winchester is in the kitchen wanting to marry him.

11. Morning, Teach

Words: 174K

Summary: Art teacher Castiel Novak has just turned 29 when he meets Dean Winchester at a gay club. After sleeping with the boy, he leaves in a hurry, trying to cope with the guilt over betraying his girlfriend and his overly conservative parents. But forgetting Dean becomes close to impossible, when Castiel's new job at a High School in San Francisco reveals Dean to be a most troublesome student.

12. Hot Water

Words: 151K

Summary: Castiel hated public showers. In which Castiel is forced to use the company shower after hours and ends up doing unspeakable things he never thought himself capable of...

13. Waves  

Words: 55K

Summary: Dean Winchester is the average guy: football, college, kid brother, nice car, girls and beer; his life is black and white, that is until he meets Castiel Collins: pretentious, slutty, sweater-wearing genius, who won't even take the time to look up at him from his obscure novel while he insults him. And then everything is shades of gray and Dean is drowning.

15. Soft Touch Raw Nerve

Words: 152K

Summary: Due to a hunt gone wrong, Dean has an injured leg; he has to stay in a rehab-center for the next six weeks, while Sam continues the hunter's life on his own. The only glimmer of light is Castiel, Dean's physiotherapist, and how they come closer to each other as time goes by.

16. How To Save a Life

Words: 48K

Summary: Having lost both of his parents in a terrible car accident, Dean Winchester lives a life filled with guilt and self-hate. That is until he calls a suicide hotline and the soothing voice of 'Cas' turns his life upside down...

17. Porcelain

Words: 73K 

Summary: High School AU ~ Dean Winchester has it all. He's captain of the football team, a self-confessed ladies' man and one of the most popular guys in school. But, is all of that about to change when he meets the mysterious Castiel Novak in an online chat-room?

Side note: do NOT read this if you’re looking for fluff and no angst at all bc even though this shit is amazing, it’s also sad as fuck :)

18. The Open Sky (Is Mine Tonight)

Words: 22K

Summary: Castiel Novak is a wedding planner in San Francisco who doesn’t have the time or the energy for a relationship right now. After an accident introduces him to the charming pediatrician Dean Winchester, he thinks that might change. Unfortunately, Dean is engaged to Castiel’s new favorite client, Anna Milton, and it’s suddenly a game of tug-o-war between what Castiel wants and what Castiel needs — but as he comes to find out, often times those things are exactly the same.

19. Peace And Good Luck To All Men

Words: 32K

Summary: Christmas in the Milton household was difficult enough without the added complication of guests- and if Luke and Gabriel placing bets on who can get with Sam first wasn’t bad enough, then Cas developing a ridiculous crush on his sister’s boyfriend definitely is.

20. Danger Danger

Words: 101K

Summary: Life turns upside down for Detective Castiel Novak, when his partner and lover Balthazar is shot by a member of a crime syndicate. Life gets even weirder with rookie Dean Winchester showing up as his new partner and somewhere in between revenge and grief the explosive duo becomes closer than they thought they would…

21. Small Town Charmer

Words: 82K

Summary: By ten a.m. Dean had seen his dream of expanding the hardware store dashed. By one, his baby had been impounded off the street. By midnight, Dean's personal space had been invaded by an angry, wet bookseller with hot blue eyes and an armful of natty first editions. There was also a cat. Maybe we should start at the beginning..

22. The Breath Of All Things

Words: 66K

Summary: Dean Winchester was twenty-six years old when a car accident killed his father and left him paralysed from the waist down. A year and a half later, Dean is in a wheelchair and lives in a care home in Kansas, where he spends his days waiting to die. It's only when Castiel Novak starts volunteering at the care home that Dean starts to wonder if a changed life always equals a ruined one.

23. Kiss The Baker

Words: 113K

Summary: Jo is pregnant and craving something a little bit unusual. When she sends Dean on a mission to find her some chocolate cake donuts with bacon sprinkles, he's sure that he'll fail. Luckily his partner Benny comes to his rescue and introduces him to a quirky little bakery that sells all kinds of weird (and delicious!) baked goods. And they do special orders!Dean finds excuses to keep going back, and Castiel finds excuses to keep giving him special treats.

24. Like Real People

Words: 135K

Summary: Dean Winchester is a respected literature teacher at Lawrence's best private school, yet he feels like he's still a complete and utter travesty of a human being. Months after his father's death, he's yet to come to terms with the negative impact John Winchester had on his life. Though he's determined never to admit it, the only thing Dean's ever wanted was an Apple Pie Life: it's something that's been dangled in front of his face, though he's certain he could never deserve it.While Dean struggles to come to terms with the isolated, lonely life he's made for himself, a disruption comes in the form of Castiel Novak, Lawrence Private's newest faculty member. Those blue eyes and raspy voice are things Dean can't ignore for long, and when he's forced to stop fighting his affections, Dean finds his lonely life turned upside down.Is it possible he could deserve an Apple Pie Life after all?