#it’s exam season 😓

[shanes-mother-cluckin-asks]

*Chuckle* Hey, did you guys miss me?

Been a rough few weeks at Joja since it’s holiday season. I’ll answer more asks after next week or so, so feel free to leave me something in my inbox.

[m4nj1r0s]

Ran Haitani relationship headcannons

- Was probably only using you for entertainment, and was 100% planning on leaving you after about a month.

- Since you two weren’t serious in his mind, mf was a MENACE.

- Got you a COLD pack when you were on your period and had cramps.

- Like my Hanma post, gives bad girl advice to Rindou.

- “Girls prefer cold packs when they’re on their period, it helps the cramps.”

- Like a week before he was going to break up with you, he noticed a rival of his making lovey-dovey eyes at you. He postponed breaking up with you just to spite his rival.

- Was extra affectionate with you if he ever saw the guy JUST to be petty to the max but he found himself doing it privately too. And.. he liked it. Rindou helped him come to the conclusion he genuinely liked you!!

- But now you can’t leave him, ever :(

- You guys have dates where you just nap together. I’m not talking like you just came over and you two were bored so you took a nap. No, no, no like this is an actual PLANNED date. It’s marked on his calendar and everything as ‘date night’ with a bunch of hearts made with red sharpie. Ran probably gets Rindou to go out so you guys can have some peace and quiet.

- “Isn’t this nice, baby?”

- “I can feel you trying to interlock our toes.”

- Probably took Rindou a while to warm up to you, but the real ice breaker is when Rindou came home drunk whilst Ran was asleep so you guys played video games and did karaoke.

- Ran wanted to tear his hair out at Rindou’s singing but he said yours was like a lullaby. 🤗

- Probably has a picture of Nahoya and Souya that he throws darts at in his room. 😭😭

- If you’re shorter than him, he loves putting things you need on a high shelf so you have to ask him to get it.

- And he does this whilst you’re using it. ☹️

- Backfires when you just ask Rindou..

- Expects you to have his picture as your lock screen and refuses to put yours as his. His lock screen is a picture of his bed.

- When you got upset he refused to have your picture as his lock screen, he tried to make it up to you by taping a picture of you to his fighting baton.

- “This is practically the same thing, actually, it’s better! Would you rather I tape it to my uniform instead??”

- He’s genuinely asking.

- You’re saved in his phone as smth like “Honeycomb suckle sugar plum pumpkin pie ❤️💜🤍🤎💚🧡💝😫”

- Wants to learn a new language with you just so you guys can talk about stuff without Rindou eavesdropping (I hc Rindou has a bad habit of this).

- He is IMPOSSIBLE to wake up, like you could try everything and he would still be fast asleep.

- Literally the only thing that makes him wake up is the smell of breakfast or any food in general

- Has a black hole as a stomach (metaphorically)

- It’s cute since you guys can have that thing together where if you can’t finish your food he will just finish it for you :)

- Type of guy to lay on his side with a rose in his mouth and his head propped up with his hand when you come home from work or whatever with careless whisper playing on in the background

- Backfires when he cuts his lip with a thorn 😭

- “I’m never doing this romantic shit again.”

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I was debating making this a yandere hc post but it feels more of a normal one

It’s a pretty short hc post but I’m back now 🤭

And I will get to requests that are already in my ask box in the next few weeks, since it’s close to exam season for me 😓

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The Case of Us.

Summary: You and Namjoon are an unlikely pair, clashing from the start. He’s a seasoned detective, used to working alone and running on instinct. You, a rookie, fresh off acing your detective exam, ready to prove yourself. At first, you butt heads—your sharp, hardheaded approach grating against his calm, measured demeanor. But there's an undeniable pull between the two of you, an unspoken understanding that begins to form as you both tackle case after case. Through the chaos of the job, you rely on each other more and more. And though you're still figuring out the balance between the stubborn rookie and the seasoned detective, you both know one thing for certain—you're a hell of a team. A/N: Oh Hey everyone... So, I did it again—I got overwhelmed by life and felt the need to write... And you know the drill. (I ended up re-reading Chapter 4 of Holiday Pretense so many times that I couldn’t tell what was repeating and what was just my brain spiraling. And i guess I rage-quit for the day) So instead, I ended up writing something completely different. But this time, it's really random and far "into the story". Also, that pancake dialogue is loosely inspired by a conversation from "Castle"-oldish detective serries i love to this day. Call it a teaser if you will? (I wanna know if anyone would be interested in something like this.) (besides those 5 wips i have already lol. i need professional help 😓🥲) (thank you always @callmenoona25 for proofreading. love you) Pairing: Namjoon x f.reader Genre: detective/ thriller. neo noir(?) Rating: explicit. Minors do not interact. Warnings: Guns. Mentions of serial killers and bodies. Crimes. Corpses. police/detective lingo. Detective Yoongi and Jungkook being the best duo. (Also, if you know me. I tend to keep it light- not very gore. But i do have a genuine obsession with true crime/detective stories/criminology. So this might turn off some readers. proceed at your own discretion) tag list: @uniquetravelerone @sexytholland @codeinebelle @annyeongbitch7 @rpwprpwprpwprw @goldietigers294 @amarawayne @oneshallsmile

The dead of night. The scent of rain still clung stubbornly to the damp, heavy air, even hours after the downpour had stopped. Your tv was on, though it was on mute.

Then you heard it.

A sound—a shuffle by the doorway.

Instinct took over. The lights went dark in an instant, your hand moving with practiced ease to the gun at your hip. You gripped it tight, steady, breath held as you listened.

The sounds didn’t stop. The lock turned. The knob twisted.

Before the intruder could take a step inside, you struck—slamming your full weight against him, pinning him to the doorframe, gun pressed firm against his throat.

“Holy shit-!”

A familiar voice. Your grip tightened for just a second before recognition set in.

“Namjoon?”  you didn’t lower the gun.

“Who else would it be?” his tone was maddeningly casual, one hand gripping your wrist, pushing the barrel down to his chest, right above his heart. “Just— don’t shoot the face.”

Your pulse was still hammering in your ears, the rush of the adrenaline refusing to fade. You let out a slow breath, easing the gun off his chest but not fully lowering it.

Namjoon let out a short chuckle- half amused, half exasperation. “Nice to see you too,” he muttered, rolling his shoulder as if shaking off the impact.

“You could’ve called.” you shot back, eyes still sharp, scanning his face in the dim light. he looked tired, damp hair falling messily over his forehead, his clothes wrinkled like he’d been running all night.

“And argue with you over the phone?” he asked, rubbing at his throat where the gun had pressed, “I think it worked out better this way.”

Your gaze flicked to the door, still slightly ajar. “You picked the lock?!”

He shrugged. “Old habits.”

You exhaled through your nose, finally lowering the gun all the way. “What the hell are you doing here, Namjoon?”

His smirk faltered slightly. For the first time, you noticed the tension in his jaw, the way is fingers curled slightly over the damp paper bags he was carrying.

“I-” he took a breath, like the confession hurt, “I’m worried about you.”

You huff, incredulous, slamming the door shut behind him and locking it.

“I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can. Clearly.” he gestured vaguely towards the gun in your hand. “Doesn’t change the fact that as your supervisor and partner, I worry about you.” He moved with ease, setting the bags on your kitchen table, leaving a trail of wet footsteps all across your tile floor.

“Namjoon, I’m not a rookie anymore.”

Namjoon let out a quiet sigh, rubbing a hand over his face before leaning against the counter. “I never said you were.”

You crossed your arms, watching him. “Then stop treating me like one.”

His eyes flicked to yours—sharp, unreadable. “If you want me to stop, then quit making it so damn easy to worry.”

That shut you up for a second.

The weight of his words lingered in the space between you, thick as the humidity still clinging to the air. You glanced at the paper bags on the table, the edges crumpled from his grip. “What’s this?”

“Dinner.” He peeled one open, pulling out a takeout container. “Figured you haven’t eaten.”

You frowned, but your stomach betrayed you with a quiet growl. Namjoon heard it—of course he did—and the smirk that tugged at his lips made you want to shoot him just on principle.

“I was going to eat.”

“Yeah?” He arched a brow, flipping open the container. “What, exactly? Stale instant noodles? Maybe those grotesque granola bars you like to keep in your purse and only eat after they expire?”

You huffed but didn’t deny it.

Namjoon grabbed a pair of chopsticks and held them out. “Sit. Eat.”

“Is this standard procedure with all your trainees?” The sarcasm was thick in your voice, but you still took a seat across from him.

“Just the ones that get themselves targeted by serial killers.”

Your grip on the chopsticks faltered for just a second.

Then you scoffed. “That supposed to be a joke?”

Namjoon didn’t laugh. Didn’t even blink.

Your stomach twisted.

“I’m serious.” His voice had dropped, low and steady, the kind that sent a chill down your spine. “We need to talk.”

You eyed him warily, then set the container down. “About what?”

Namjoon exhaled, rubbing at his temple like he already regretted this conversation. “There was another one.”

Your fingers curled instinctively around the edge of the table. “Where?”

“Downtown. Two blocks from our last case.”

You didn’t need him to elaborate. Your mind was already connecting the dots, pulling up images you didn’t want to see.

Same M.O.? You almost asked, but you already knew the answer.

Namjoon watched you carefully, like he was waiting for the realization to hit.

It did.

“That’s why you’re here.” The words tasted bitter. “You think I’m next.”

His jaw tightened. “And you clearly agree. Why else would you sleep with your gun strapped to your hip?”

“I think you guys are overreacting.”

“Is that why you called the protection detail off? You were supposed to have uniforms watching you right now.”

“The captain is being absurd.” You take a bite of rice “Much like you are right now.” You argue between mouthfuls.

“You’re impossible.” He watched you with that usual superior look of his, that challenging glare that made your blood boil.

“So, what? You decided to break in and deliver takeout because you think I have a target on my back?”

Namjoon’s expression didn’t shift. If anything, his silence spoke louder than any answer he could’ve given.

Your stomach churned—not from the food, but from the implications hanging between you.

He wasn’t here just because he thought you were in danger.

He was here because he knew you were.

“I’m staying the night.”

You snapped. “Oh, like hell you are!”

Namjoon didn’t flinch. He just set down his chopsticks and looked you dead in the eye, his gaze unwavering.

“I’m staying the night,” he repeated, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

You shot him a look that could cut glass, but his expression didn’t change. There was something in his eyes—something you couldn't quite place.

“Not a chance, Namjoon,” you snapped, pushing yourself away from the table. “I don’t need a babysitter.”

“No, you need to not get killed.”

The words snapped like a gunshot between you, sharp and final.

Neither of you spoke.

Outside, the rain threatened to start again, fat droplets tapping against the glass.

You held his stare, your jaw clenched and shoulders squared, the air between you so tense it felt like either of you might snap.

“Fine.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “But you sleep on the couch.”

Namjoon’s lips twitched into a small, almost imperceptible smile. “Deal,” he said, nodding in silent agreement as he slowly backed away from the table. He didn’t argue further—there was nothing left to say once the terms were set. “I also got us a bottle of wine to celebrate you finally taking an order from me.”

“You’re impossible,” you counter, using his earlier line.

You resumed eating, though the rice had lost its appeal. Each bite felt heavy, burdened by the tension between you. Every clink of chopsticks and scrape of ceramic against the table punctuated the silence like a metronome counting down the moments until something else would shatter the uneasy calm.

Namjoon didn’t respond immediately, his gaze drifting toward the kitchen counter, where the bottle of wine sat like a silent witness to the strange turn of events. He seemed content to let the silence stretch between you, his presence still an unspoken weight in the room.

The tension was thick, almost suffocating, but you didn’t care to break it. Not yet. The thoughts swirling in your head—the things you hadn’t said out loud—kept you rooted in place. The noise of the rain outside, once soothing, now only added to the discomfort that crawled under your skin.

Namjoon poured two glasses of wine, his movements slow and deliberate. When he placed one in front of you, you took it without a word. He watched you for a beat, his eyes searching, trying to gauge what was really going on beneath the surface.

You took a sip, the warmth of the wine doing little to ease the cold unease that wrapped around you. The day, the case, everything was starting to feel too close, too personal. And Namjoon’s silent presence wasn’t helping, no matter how much it was meant to comfort.

After a few minutes, Namjoon cleared his throat softly, watching you look down into your glass. “I don’t suppose you’d mind if I set up my gear in the living room?” he asked, voice low. “Just in case we need to move fast.”

You frowned, glancing toward the door where the muted TV light played over the wall. “It’s your turn to be my backup tonight,” you muttered, half teasing, half warning.

He raised an eyebrow. “You know I never leave your side—even if I’m on the couch,” he replied, a trace of amusement in his tone that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

You shot him a sidelong look, then set your glass down. “Get your things, Namjoon. And for the record, I’d prefer not to have a detective rummaging through my living room,” you added, attempting to lighten your tone despite the unease creeping in.

He smirked. “I’ll try to behave,” he said with a wink that belied the seriousness behind his words.

Moments later, the quiet hum of preparation filled the apartment. Namjoon unpacked his duffel bag with the methodical precision of someone who’d been in high-stakes situations far too many times. You found yourself glancing repeatedly at the window, where the rain began to fall again in earnest, drumming against the glass like a ragged heartbeat.

“I’ll fetch you some blankets.”

“A few pillows too.”

You chuckle, “Do you want a facemask too?”

Namjoon looked up from his bag, a playful glint in his eyes despite the tension hanging in the air. “Only if it comes with a side of earplugs,” he teased, the corner of his lips twitching upward.

You rolled your eyes, standing up from the table and moving toward the closet “Yeah, baby boy needs his beauty sleep.”

You tossed the blanket and pillows onto the couch, but as you straightened up, the sound of the rain outside seemed to deepen, becoming almost repetitive in its heaviness. For a moment, neither of you spoke—just the low hum of the apartment and the soft drum of water against glass.

Namjoon broke the silence with a more serious note. “Try and get some rest. You’ve had a long week.”

You paused, turning to face him, your gaze met his, and for a moment, the usual banter was gone, replaced by something more sincere—something that tugged at the edges of your own quiet worry. You opened your mouth, but the words didn’t come right away, and you debated if you even wanted to let them out.

“Thank you.”

Namjoon’s gaze softened, the seriousness in his face fading into something just slightly softer.

He nodded slowly, as if accepting your gratitude, though his lips didn’t curve into a smile. There was something grounding about the way he held your gaze, like he understood more than you were saying.

“You don’t need to thank me,” he murmured, his voice low, but the words carried weight. “It’s what we do.”

You exhaled quietly, finally giving in to the tension in your shoulders. “Yeah, well... it’s still nice to hear.” You couldn’t stop yourself from adding, the soft edge to your tone. “Thank you for being here. And for dinner.”

“It’s no problem,” he said quietly, his voice steady but gentle. “You know I’ve got your back.”

“Yeah.” You still sigh despite yourself, pushing towards the bedroom “Goodnight Joon.”

Namjoon watched you as you moved toward the bedroom, his eyes soft, but there was a hint of something unreadable in them. He remained silent for a moment, just watching you before speaking in that calm, reassuring tone of his.

“Goodnight,” he said quietly, though his voice lingered in the space between you, grounding you in the moment.

You didn’t turn back, but his presence, quiet and constant, felt like a weight lifted, even just for tonight. The quiet murmur of the rain outside seemed softer, less oppressive as you closed the door behind you.

~~~

The smell of pancakes felt foreign in your apartment. The rich, buttery scent filled the air, its warmth cutting through the cool, damp atmosphere of the morning. You blinked a few times, trying to shake off the grogginess, your mind still hazy from sleep. It took a few seconds for you to process what was happening.

Namjoon.

You could hear the faint sound of him humming, the clink of utensils, the quiet sizzle of batter on the griddle. The peacefulness of it felt almost surreal after the tension of the night before.

Rubbing your eyes, you stepped out of the bedroom, the coolness of the floor beneath your feet grounding you back in reality. You walked toward the kitchen, where Namjoon was flipping pancakes like he’d done this a hundred times in your kitchen—like he belonged there.

He glanced up when you appeared, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, but it was the kind of smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes. The weight of last night still hung in the air between you.

“Morning,” he greeted softly, the scent of coffee following the pancakes.

You blinked at the scene, still a little dazed. “Did you... make this?” You gestured toward the stack of golden pancakes, the syrup bottle, and the neatly placed plates.

“I wanted to make eggs. But they expired last year, and your bacon had something growing on it.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. We need to go to the precinct.”

“Will you relax? Just sit down and eat.”

You shot him a look, but he was already plating another pancake, as if he were completely unfazed by the chaos that had defined your life for the last few days.

“I’m serious, Namjoon. We don’t have time for breakfast. The precinct is waiting, and you’ve got a duty.” You gestured vaguely to the mess of plates and syrup bottles, your voice tightening slightly despite the absurdity of the moment.

He turned to you with an almost exasperated expression, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. “You need food. We both do. The precinct will be there when we're ready. In the meantime, we sit. We eat. You get a few minutes to breathe.”

You huffed in frustration but couldn't deny the logic behind his words. He was right, you were barely functioning on caffeine and adrenaline, and you needed a break—even if just for a few minutes.

“Fine,” you muttered, sitting down at the table. “But as soon as we're done, we're out the door. No more distractions.”

Namjoon gave you a nod, his tone still light. “Oh, I forgot the newspaper.” He turned off the stove and did his little half-jog to the door.

But as soon as he twisted the doorknob, the door slammed open against the weight of the body propped against it. A sickening thud reverberating through the apartment. Your heart skipped a beat as the sight of the corpse registered in an instant—its pale, lifeless face staring up at you, eyes vacant and unseeing. The air in the room felt like it had thickened, the weight of the situation crashing down on you.

Namjoon froze for a moment, his hand still on the doorknob. Then, without a word, he stepped back, his body moving with precision as he grabbed his cell and tossed it to you.

“Call the precinct.” He instructed, fetching his gun in an instant “And stay back.”

Your fingers trembled as you caught the phone, the shock still running through your veins. You barely registered the coldness of the device against your palm, too focused on the scene in front of you. The body. The blood that had pooled around it, seeping into the carpet like it was part of the apartment itself.

You fumbled with the phone, dialling the precinct, your breath hitching in your throat. The line rang once, twice, before someone picked up, their voice professional, unaware of the horror unfolding in your living room.

“112, what’s your emergency?”

“This is Detective Hwang, badge number 1209. There’s a body on my front door.”

The voice on the other end of the line shifted instantly, now alert. “Detective Hwang, stay on the line. Is the scene secure? Do you need assistance?”

“Yes,” you said, your voice tight as you tried to steady your breathing. “We have a body. It's��� propped against the door. Get someone here immediately.”

“Understood, Detective. Stay where you are. Officers are on their way. Do not engage with the scene further.”

You glanced over at Namjoon, who was crouched by the body now, his gun trained at the door as he assessed the situation. He didn't flinch or pause, moving with the practiced calm that had always been his trademark.

It took less than 8 minutes for your apartment to be crawling with uniforms, CSU, and of course, Detective Yoongi and Jungkook.

“So,” Jungkook was talking to Namjoon, merely a few steps away from where you sat at the kitchen table across from Yoongi. “Wine glasses.”

“Yeah, Namjoon brought dinner and wine.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, glancing between you and Namjoon with a smirk. “Dinner and wine, huh? Cozy night in?”

Namjoon shot him a deadpan look. “It was supposed to be breakfast, too, until we were rudely interrupted by a corpse.”

Jungkook let out a low whistle, shaking his head “Pancakes?”

You glanced over at him, confused.

“So, nothing else happened?” Jungkook continued undeterred.

“Jungkook what are you on about?”

“Well, you know what they say about pancakes.” Yoongi replied, though his eyes were still glued to his notepad.

You narrowed your eyes, glancing between Yoongi and Jungkook. “Okay, I’ll bite. What do they say about pancakes?”

Jungkook grinned like he’d been waiting for you to ask. “Pancakes are the best way to say ‘Hey, thanks for that amazing sex last night.’”

You choked on absolutely nothing, spluttering as Namjoon let out the world’s longest sigh beside you.

“Oh my God,” Namjoon muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Can we not do this right now?”

Yoongi finally glanced up from his notepad, entirely unbothered. “It’s a well-documented theory.”

Jungkook nodded, very seriously. “Classic post-hookup breakfast. Means it was so good that one of you felt compelled to whip up something warm and sweet the next morning.”

Your mouth opened, then closed. Then opened again. “It was just breakfast, Jungkook.”

“Was it?” Jungkook teased, crossing his arms. “Because the way I see it, there are two wine glasses on the counter, Namjoon sleeping over, and pancakes on the table.”

Namjoon made a noise somewhere between a groan and a death rattle. “I hate all of you.”

You threw up your hands. “For the last time, nothing happened!”

Yoongi huffed, and Jungkook shook his head as he jotted down on his notepad “witness refuses to cooperate.”

You gawked at him. “Are you seriously writing that down?”

Jungkook nodded, scribbling dramatically. “Refuses to acknowledge the overwhelming evidence of post-coital carbohydrates-”

“Oh my god,” you groaned, dragging a hand down your face.

Namjoon, looking moments away from actual homicide, turned to Yoongi. “Please arrest him for obstruction.”

Yoongi barely held back a smirk. “Tempting.”

[malarign]

heeseung as your college boyfriend

contains: bf!Heseung x gn!reader | genre: fluff | tw! mentions of kissing, food, and stress (i think that’s all?) | wc: 0,2k

other members’ versions: HEESEUNG - jay - jake - sunghoon

he knows damn well you’re not able to exist normally without coffee

that’s why when you’re running late he buys you one and writes sweet messages on the cup 😓

whenever you finish your classes at the same time he walks you to your dorm

would also carry your bag for you since he doesn’t want you to deal with heavy stuff :((

helps you with subjects you have problems with, and sometimes even does your homework when he sees how much stuff you got assigned

but expects the payment, kisses to be exact, and head scratches

loves hanging out in students' common area to lay together on bean bags and peek to see what’s on your phone

other students will never stop him from being all lovey-dovey with you <333

tries not to blush whenever you surprise him with a peck in the hallway

sneaks into your dorms almost every night saying he misses his baby and wants to cuddle 😠

doesn’t stop even when he almost got caught

always brings you your favorite snacks and drinks since he knows you forget your meals while studying </3

sometimes even just suggests sneaking out together and grabbing some ramen at 7/11

seeing how you don’t take proper care of yourself during exam season breaks his heart 😔😔

so makes sure to keep you happy and cracks joke all the time

makes you take breaks and feeds you your comfort food, spoon after spoon, pretending it's an airplane

not only because he needs you to be healthy

but also because he’s a big baby and needs attention 24/7

overall pain in the ass, but all cute and lovely

thank you for reading! back to the masterlist

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In The Eyes of God

Castiel x Dean (Destiel, Fantasy AU) 💚💙

Word Count: 3,436

Cas and Dean are forbidden lovers, prince x peasant. PART TWO!! SMUT!!

Part one:

Part three:

Warnings: oral sex, masterbation, slight violence (a single slap), hints of an eating disorder

Seasons changed, leaves fell and winter came, bringing bitter cold and light snowfall. Shirts turned to layers and elaborate designs of lace on thick capes and coats. Picnics turned to long dinners in a grand hall lit by a big fireplace. Castiel still remained forever uninterested in the meetings with his potential wives, which only angered his Father more by the day. The only seemingly good thing brought about by the winter was that Dean spent more time inside than he did in the stables.

 Tonight Castiel sat at the grand table staring down at his food. Nothing looked appetizing anymore, and he’d only started to eat less the longer the days ran. Dean had noticed from his post standing silent by the door, but he refrained from commenting. He couldn’t, not in front of the entire Royal family. They weren’t even supposed to know each other, much less be acquainted. Nobody noticed that Castiel didn’t eat, nobody besides Dean. The plates were cleared away and Castiel was dismissed back to his chambers. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling off his clothing and letting his mind wander. 

What was in store for the next day? More meetings with young ladies, fencing lessons, if he remembered correctly he had some studying to do for an exam. He slipped his feet from the boots, resting them against the cool stone, shivering slightly at the difference in temperature. His sleeping clothes had already been laid out on the bed, the soft silk running smoothly through his fingers and over his shoulders. It was a deep solid blue, silver embroidery along the sleeves and collar. He felt he didn’t deserve such lavish things, all of these belongings, not after his sins. They seemed to only grow stronger by the day, impossible to wash clean no matter how long he scrubbed at his skin or how many hours he spent in the chapel. 

A knock on the door drew him from his thoughts. 

“Coming.”

Castiel called over his shoulder, finishing the buttons along the front of his shirt as he walked over and opened the door. He stilled being met face to face with Dean, who gave hints of a smile in his eyes to hide it from anyone else but Castiel. 

“Dean.” Castiel let out a breath, his arm slowly dropping to his sides. He lowered his voice, checking down the hall to make sure nobody else was around. “What are you doing here? You can’t be here, this is dangerous.”

”You didn’t eat at dinner.” Dean replied quietly, seemingly unbothered by his words. “Are you feeling alright?” 

“Yes, I’m fine, still—why are you here? You can’t be seen with me,”

Dean pushed himself into Castiel’s room, ignoring as the other sputtered for a moment, and quickly shut his door, locking it. 

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I was worried.” 

“Well, I’m perfectly fine, so you can go.” 

Castiel stepped up to him, turning his head up slightly to meet the other’s eyes. Dean didn’t move or speak for a moment, taking a deep breath and watching the other. He didn’t want to leave, and in all honesty, the words he wanted to say felt stuck in his throat. Castiel felt too close, too warm, like the sun. Dean was nothing in front of this beautiful person in front of him. He could see the other talking, speaking to him, trying to get his attention, but he couldn’t listen. Those gorgeous blue eyes, pulled him under, drowning him in a way he hadn’t been before. 

Castiel slapped him. Dean’s head jerked to the side, pulling a gasp from his chest as he put a hand over the forming red mark on his cheek. He knew he should be angry, but for some reason it only made him want to kiss him more. 

“What the hell are you doing here like this? You know you’re not supposed to be—”

Dean grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, yanking him forward but meeting his lips gently. Castiel gasped, his eyes widening as he froze. Surely he’d thought about this very moment endlessly for weeks, months even, but now that he was living it? It wasn’t supposed to happen. All that work he’d put into trying to forget the other, and now it was gone. He felt Dean’s hand on his shirt, his warm breath, the way he could’ve easily tossed him around but he didn’t. This sort of sweet serenity lasted only a few moments before Castiel came to his senses, breaking the kiss and shoving Dean away so roughly that he tripped over the rug and fell to the ground with a hiss of pain. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?! Do you even—“ Castiel started shouting before he realized he was far too loud, stumbling back a half step as heat flushed through his whole body. Dean just looked up at him with wide eyes and bated breath. Had he fucked it all up? Had he been misreading this whole time? Castiel lowered his volume, bordering on anger. “Dean, you can’t just— We can’t. Do you understand that? Fuck, why would you…” He trailed off, running his hands through his hair as he shut his eyes and tried to get his mind to work properly. All his work, all his progress at trying to force the other into a box he could lock away was gone. Useless. 

“I’m sorry,” Dean said quietly as if his words might shatter a very thin plane of glass. That’s what it felt like, walking on glass, knowing if he fell through he’d only get cut. Part of the danger was what made it so appealing though, the risk, the looming knowledge that this, whatever this was, wasn’t right. Or so they say. Carefully he pushed himself to his feet, hesitating before moving a step forward. Castiel moved back in tandem, dropping his hands, and tilting his head away in shame. He wasn’t supposed to like it, it was wrong and bad, he was broken. “I’m sorry, Cas—”

”Don’t.” Castiel brought a hand up, whether it was to shield himself or hit the other again he couldn’t remember, “Don’t call me that. You shouldn’t.”

”I shouldn’t, or you don't want me to?”

Castiel cursed under his breath, scoffing and lifting his head only to glare at Dean. Now it was his turn to move forward and grab his shirt, yanking him close enough he could smell that familiar aroma of burning wood and ash. The way his eyes widened a fraction, showing those gorgeous forest green eyes. No—

“What— Why? Why are you doing this?” Castiel started sharply, forcing down those other thoughts. “Why are you making this more difficult for me? You must like it, seeing me suffer. I wonder if you might be the devil himself, tempting me like this. How— How?” His breath caught, a strange feeling pooling in his gut. Dean remained quiet, somehow only more and more attracted now that the other was angry with him. “You know this is wrong. You know it in your head and you know I can’t. We can’t. Imagine what they’ll do to—“

”To me?” Dean interjected, daring to push himself just a little bit closer. “I know what they’d do. I know, and yet I can’t bring myself to care. You say it's a sin, but you don't believe it. You know you don't, so stop lying to yourself. Let me in Castiel, please, it only hurts because you— you force it away! Let it happen, let me help you, please. I don’t want to hurt you.” Castiel struggled to figure out what to do, tossing the idea of shoving him away and pulling him closer back and forth in his mind. He didn’t want him closer, Dean being closer made him feel hot and flushed, and it made it impossible to think. It made him anxious and scared and somehow so weak he felt like he couldn’t stand anymore. Dean being close made him get lost in those eyes and in his own head, planning all the ways the other would probably make him beg. But Dean being away meant Castiel was left to suffer on his own. It meant the thought lingered, it meant he was left with nothing but a sense of pain deep in his chest, something that wouldn’t go away no matter how many times he pleaded for forgiveness from God or no matter how many times he touched himself hoping that just one more time might make things go back to normal.

“We can’t Dean,” Castiel started quietly, shaking his head, the fear pulling him further and further away. “You know we can’t, it’s a sin.” He fell into a pained whisper, Dean’s expression only becoming more determined. He was tired of pretending like he didn’t care, he was tired of Castiel forcing the truth away. He could make the other understand, he was sure of it. He knew Castiel would listen, he knew because he recognized the way he would watch Dean’s eyes. He knew the way the other cast glances over his shoulder, the way his fingers would linger just a little longer than they were supposed to, and he knew because Castiel still hadn’t let go of his shirt. 

“Why then?” Dean spoke up, grabbing onto Castiel’s wrist with one hand. “Why is it such a sin? Why does God bid me to love you if it is such a sin? Why does the world turn if not for love? You and I, only exist because of love. Why is ours different? It shouldn’t matter if the world hates our love because it is ours! It’s ours, not theirs Castiel! I shouldn’t care if they strung me up tomorrow for loving you, because even as my neck breaks I would still love you!” Tears were in his eyes, even if he hadn’t meant for them to be there. He wanted to be strong, that’s what this was meant to be, something solid, not shaky.

 “I will die before I should walk away from you and from this, and if God says our love is a sin, then I curse him. I curse God, and I curse his angels, and I should curse the world before I ever turn my back on you. Do you understand that?” By now his hands were on Castiel’s shoulders, shaking him slightly to prove his point as a single tear slipped down one cheek, and then another on the other. His voice had cracked, trying his best to get through to the other. It wasn’t bad, Dean could feel it in his soul. Castiel was struck into stunned silence, the internal conflict causing more turmoil than he would’ve liked. 

“I— I understand.” Castiel stammered softly, managing a nod. He couldn’t understand how Dean said everything he wanted to say with such ease, just letting the words fall from his lips like a smooth liquor. He couldn’t get enough, of listening to that voice, letting it soothe him. Dean was right. Who needed the world when the world was standing right in front of him, holding him, begging him to understand? “I understand,” Castiel said again, this time softer, firmer. He did understand. He knew it just the same as Dean did, and that knowledge was what pulled his gaze down to the other’s lips.

They had been so soft and gentle, so kind to him. Did he deserve that kindness? Dean made him feel like he did and for a moment he could force that little voice yelling at him down, put the voice crying it was wrong into a box, and shove it somewhere dark and quiet. Dean let out a soft breath, carefully letting go of Castiel’s shoulders to bring one hand to his cheek, holding his face steady, tilting him up just slightly. For a while, they just looked and admired what they’d been missing. Finally, it was at their fingertips and not just imagination. This was real. 

Castiel let out a gentle breath, closing the gap between them and pressing his lips against Dean’s. Dean didn’t hesitate to kiss back, the hand on Castiel’s cheek shifting to the back of his head, making sure he stayed close as his eyes closed. They pressed together and Castiel moved his hands to Dean’s waist, holding him steady. It felt like months of waiting came crashing down over him all at once, and Dean could feel it against his leg. Not that he was complaining. 

Dean's other hand moved to the front of Castiel’s shirt, fiddling with the buttons and slowly undoing them as their kiss deepened and he tilted his head to the side to let them be closer. Castiel could’ve stopped breathing, the heat making him want those hands to move much quicker. It was tortuously slow, and it frustrated him. Dean was taking his sweet time, savoring every moment he got to taste the other, every second that their skin was together felt like lightning in his veins. He broke the kiss to watch as he slipped the garment off Castiel’s shoulders, running curious fingers across his skin. It was dusted with light freckles, untouched by work or weather, the softest thing Dean had ever felt. There were no scars, no bruises, no burns or cuts, nothing Dean seemed to sport every few inches.

Castiel was beautiful. 

Dean’s lips connected against his neck, kissing his skin in what could only be described as worship. Castiel felt choked of air, shivers racking up his spine as the other pushed him back until his calves touched the mattress, then pushed him further until his bare back rested against the cool fabric. He couldn’t think, eyes closing as hands ran over his body, guiding him to relax, to trust Dean. Dean was beyond lost, lapping at Castiel’s neck, holding him steady when he whimpered or gave those perfect little shivers. He didn’t know such a drug existed, but listening to the other when he tried to keep quiet might as well have nailed his coffin right shut. It took physical effort to continue, so utterly paralyzed with emotion that he didn’t know how to go slowly. His breath came in heavier and heavier, panting and moaning into his shoulders, down his chest, greedy hands pulling away the rest of his clothes. 

By now Castiel was trembling, it was hard to stay still when each wet print left a burning cold sensation on his body. He had to stay quiet, nobody could hear them. It would mean death, he knew that. It made him harder than he’d ever been. He struggled and gasped for air, gulping it down between suppressed whines and mumbled apologies for one reason for another. He knew his cries for mercy would fall on deaf ears once more, but as Dean’s lips ran down his navel and his tongue slipped under the band of his underwear he didn’t think it mattered anymore. His fingers threaded into his own hair, trying desperately to avoid reaching down and forcing the other to just do it already. He didn’t know if he could stand this much longer, sitting in this burning heat. 

Dean was on his knees at the edge of the bed, hands against Castiel’s knees before slipping up his thighs. He was thoroughly enjoying every sound, every little squirm, the way he had to hold Castiel’s legs open. It was amazing, keeping him waiting, watching as he looked away, either too scared or too embarrassed to look down and meet his eyes. Eventually, he didn’t have the heart to tease the other anymore, running cold fingertips along the length of his dick, salivating at the moan it ripped from Castiel’s chest. He was clearly struggling so much, it felt mean to deny it any longer. Dean’s tongue met his tip, taking him down carefully inch after inch, running his tongue up and down. It was like music to his ears, the sounds Castiel was making. It was completely involuntary, but Dean’s other hand slipped beneath his trousers, gripping himself and moving in tandem with his mouth. 

At some point Castiel had the sense to grab a pillow and bite down, muffling every low moan that fell from his lips before he could bother stopping it. His hand had threaded into Dean’s hair at some point too, but he couldn’t remember that either. All he could think about was the warm, wet feeling of Dean’s mouth all over his cock. It was painful, and the only antidote was the way Dean’s tongue ran along that one little vein. It was beyond addictive, the sound of short breaths growing shorter, soft whines growing higher. His whole body felt as if he were on fire and suspended in heaven all at once. Nothing he’d ever done to himself even came close to this, gripping Dean’s hair and pulling when it felt like too much but all he wanted was more. 

Dean wasn’t much better, panting against Castiel’s heated flesh, whimpering quietly as he ran a thumb around his own tip. It wasn’t his turn yet, Castiel had to go first, that’s what he’d decided. So he worked harder, going deeper, forcing down the urge to gag, shutting his eyes when his hips jerked into his hand. He had to calm down, but how could he when the most responsive, needy excuse of a man was lying right in front of him, squirming around all because of his tongue? Dean would’ve done this much sooner if he had known Castiel would be arching up like that, his chest rising and falling in quick gasps, his skin dripping with a thin sheen of sweat. 

Castiel tried to say his name to warn him, but the pillow muffled too much and he couldn’t even think straight. His eyes rolled back, the grip on Dean’s hair tightening to hold him in place as his hips rolled up instinctively. Warm liquid exploded on Dean’s tongue and he was quick to swallow, the hand that wasn’t jerking himself off rubbing against Castiel’s thigh in hopes of communicating it was alright. 

Castiel felt like he was on another plane of existence, stars exploding in his vision, white-hot tension like a knife cutting up his spine and making it impossible to stay still. After a minute or so of helpless rutting into Dean’s mouth, he managed to catch his breath, the body slowly stilling as he let the pillow fall away from his mouth and panted heavily for air. Dean pulled his mouth away gently, the sensation forcing out one last soft whimper from Castiel’s lips. Dean kisses along his twitching thighs, his hand moving faster, pre acting as his own lubricant. It didn’t take but another minute before he was groaning into Castiel’s skin, a tight feeling causing him to tense before the glass roof shattered and he came. He caught his breath, wiping his dirtied hand against the side of his pant leg. 

“Are you alright?” Dean asked the other as he stood up and looked down at him. Castiel was a mess. A very attractive mess, one that Dean was sure he’d be fucking again very soon. Castiel just nodded, starting to calm down. Dean waited a moment to be sure before leaving to find a square of fabric and dip it in a bowl of water. It was cold, but it was the most he could do. He came back over, whispering soft phrases to Castiel as he cleaned him up to his best abilities. Once they were both clean and calm exhaustion set in, pulling Dean into bed beside Castiel. These sheets felt so soft against Dean’s body, something he wasn’t quite used to. It felt out of place, but Castiel under his arm didn’t. Years of sleeping on piles of hay and cobblestone had taught him to be grateful for the bare minimum.

He pressed his nose against the back of Castiel’s neck, feeling the soft strands of hair against his cheek, smelling the hints of eucalyptus and lavender in whatever lavish soap the other probably used. He wondered how he was this lucky, fingers tracing patterns on Castiel’s side, his mind wandering back to when his mother used to do the same thing for him. He wondered if it brought the same comfort to Castiel. For a man who had sworn he’d never find a home again after being sold away from his own, he sure felt at home right here. 

[avianyuh]

masterlist

***this masterlist took forever because I had to scroll through SEVEN YEARS worth of work. this is the most updated masterlist on my page so use this one if you need navigation :) ***

Who I write for:

-BTS💣

-NCT🟢

-Seventeen💎

-EXO❌⭕️

-Enhypen -

-Monsta X 🫡 (but I'm emotionally scarred from Wonho so idk...)

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🔍navigation help🔎

-If a group is crossed out it means I no longer write for them

-Please don't be afraid to request something. idc if it's anon or not. if you want something written, just send in a request :) it will encourage me to get to whatever group someone requested faster. as long as they're mentioned above, I'll write for them (only because I like to be familiar with the members so I can write accurate depictions of them)

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📢Upcoming Works🆕

🗓️I have writers block and seasonal depression😓also I hate college and winter drains me so we'll be moving into "blurbs" and "one shots" for the next month or two.

🗓️I can't predict February yet, but it's a short month and hopefully school won't take too much of my time.

🗓️DK as a bf (February)

BTS:

BTS reactions:

🌱requested; bts reaction to you having diabetes and not taking care of yourself

🌱requested; namjoon taking care of his chronically ill girlfriend

🌱requested;BTS getting jealous over crush giving more attention to Yeontan or Bam

🌱requested; Giving BTS flower crowns

🌱requested: BTS accusing reader of leaking sensitive info

BTS HEADCANONS

🌱requested; BTS helping S/O with finals

🌱requested;BTS misses crush on tour but is too shy to confess

🌱request; BTS gets jealous and confesses to crush

🌱request; BTS comforts S/O who starts flunking exams

🌱request: BTS Suga, Taehyung, Jungkook and their pets

🌱requested: BTS as your brother

BTS AS BOYFRIENDS:

🌱Hoseok/JHope

🌱Yoongi/Suga

🌱Namjoon/RM

🌱Jimin

🌱Jungkook

One Shots;

🌱Dinner Date, Jeon Jungkook

🌱Time Off; Jung Hoseok

🌱Introvert | Jeon Jungkook

Fics;

🌱Boring | Min Yoongi Chapters; TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX

NCT: *in the process of finding new picture*

NCT headcanons;

🌱a soft day with nct part one (johnny through jungwoo)

🌱a soft day with nct part two (lucas through jisung)

🌱nct as boyfriends (johnny through jungwoo)

🌱nct as boyfriens (lucas through jisung)

🌱christmas with nct (johnny through ten)

🌱requested; how nct would confess to their crush (johnny through jungwoo)

NCT reactions:

🌱nct u reaction to meeting your parents

🌱requested; nct reaction to someone touching you inappropriately (johnny through mark)

🌱requested: NCT reaction to you asking to move in together

nct reaction to you thinking you're fat: 🌱yuta

🌱jaehyun 🌱mark

🌱taeyong 🌱johnny

🌱requested;NCT 127 commenting on GFs IG post

Individual member posts;

🌱dating jaehyun

🌱requested; dating mark

🌱requested; dating haechan

🌱requested; dating johnny

🌱dating lucas

🌱dating taeyong

🌱dating yuta

🌱requested; soft dom! winwin

🌱haechan request; idol reader

NCT MLTs;

🌱requested; NCT 127 MLT break up with current GF for their crush

🌱requested; NCT 127 give their ex a second chance

One Shots;

🌱making time;mark lee

🌱tattoos; Yuta Nakamoto

🌱'I'll Call You; Jaehyun' [part one] [part two] [part three] [part four]

🌱requested; Taeyong fic

🌱requested; Taeyong fic 2

🌱requested;NCT 127 group one shot

🌱deadline;Mark Lee

🌱 Beautiful | Nakamoto Yuta

SEVENTEEN:

SEVENTEEN AS BOYFRIENDS:

🌱The8/Minghao

🌱Hoshi/Soonyoung

🌱Jeonghan

🌱S.Coups/Seungcheol

🌱Wonwoo

🌱Mingyu

SEVENTEEN ONESHOTS

🌱Romance Novels | Choi Seungcheol

EXO:

EXO headcanons;

🌱Oh Sehun as a boyfriend

🌱Baekhyun as a boyfriend

🌱a soft day with EXO (hyung line)

🌱a soft day with EXO (maknae line)

One Shots;

🌱insecure; Kai

🌱baekhyun request

🌱requested;baekhyun missing his ex

ENHYPEN:

Fanfics;

🌱Too Late; Yang Jungwon

🌱 Irresponsible | Lee Heeseung

🌱Lecture Notes | Jake Sim

MONSTA X:

MONSTA X AS BOYFRIENDS:

🌱Changkyun/I.M

SOLOISTS

Kim Jaejoong:

🌱Thank You For Waiting

Midnight Thoughts

*basically random posts where I share my thoughts about kpop and other things I find interesting.

September 2024

*PAST WORKS/GROUPS I DON'T WRITE FOR ANYMORE*

DAY6:

Day6 headcanons;

day6 as boyfriends

One Shots;

'I Love You'-Jae Version

'I Love You'- Young K

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GOT7

GOT7 as boyfriends

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TWICE:

TWICE one shots

Requested: A Trip With Jeongyeon

BLACKPINK:

BlackPink headcanons;

Jennie As Your Best Friend

*NON KPOP RELATED/MY OWN ORIGINAL CHARACTERS;

Root Beer Float

[onyxstyx]

just popping in to say thank you so much to everyone who has liked, commented and reblogged ‘hanging by a thread’ !

i’m so overwhelmed by your beautiful comments and you are all so loved and appreciated🥹🫶🏾

there will definitely be a part two, which i am working on, but i’m a final yr uni student nd it’s exam season so it will be a little while til it’s released😓

in the meantime pls feel free to pop into my inbox to yap abt geta (or jq or anything rlly) x

[signed-sapphire]

(I'm sorry if using your sona for this type of drawing makes you uncomfortable, you can tell me and I'll delete it without any problems!)

Hiii Bo!

I've seen your questions that came to my account, but now I'm in exam week so I can't answer them for now sorry 😓, but yesterday I was able to make a quick sketch of my oc! (your comments have inspired me to draw them more)

AH!

NO PLEASE DON’T DELETE IT IT’S GORGEOUS

DOESN’T MAKE ME UNCOMFORTABLE AT ALL BEING CARRIED BY A HOT WOMAN IS MY DREAM

melting into a pile of goop now

SORRY TO SAY I AM NOT OKAY I’M FOLLOWING THE MJS AND HAVE NOW DIED

(And yeah take as much time as you need! Exam season is starting for me too and it’s hectic times lol)

Just staring at this masterpiece with this exact expression on my face aled you beautiful creature

[seumyo]

hi! try this :) https://pin.it/13pr3efSy https://pin.it/135PXK007

THIS LOOKS SO FUN WHAT 😼 ofc I’ll try it out (there’s a lot of yapping under the cut WHAHHEJW)

HAIKYUU!! VER. + MHA VER. (for those who want to try !)

The Haikyuu!! one I can definitely see, mwahaha 🙂‍↕️

My glorious underrated loml Aran as my classmate, he would not be too thrilled to have me as a classmate/seatmate for the sole reason that I talk a lot whenever I’m comfortable with the person I’m talking to (I speak too quickly irl HELPP). That or I’m just silently next to him (I have a bad case of scary resting face which makes me look unapproachable and crabbed) 😭 BUT I’M A SMART AND NICE COOKIE SO ARAN PLS DON’T BE SCARED TO APPROACH ME 🤧

HECK YES 🔥🔥 KIYOKO AS MY MENTOR 🥳 she will guide me through the basics of manager duties while I ask her about track and field (I’m unathletic as heck and embarrassed myself twice when I tried to play volleyball—I made the team though in elementary as a middle blocker 🔥🔥 but not in high school tho bcs that was a dark and tough time 😔)

Ushijima WAKATOSHI?? USHIWAKA?? give him a smooch as I step on a stepping stool 😚 He would strain his neck just to look at me whenever I talk to him and that’s just romantic 🥰🫵 pure love idk about y’all. I had a classmate in high school who was 6 flat (182.88cm) AND BOY HE WAS TALL 😮 I can’t be seen standing next to Ushiwaka because that man would get scoliosis if he was in a relationship w/ me (the only way to salvage this relationship is to just hug each other and no eye contact/kissing to save both of our skeletal systems)

RIVAL?? KAORI?? nah, that’s my bff 😋

Suna as my bff is surprising 🫣 ig we share a lot in common (probably both have mild scoliosis) I WILL BE THE RECEIVER OF HIS RANT ABT THE MIYA TWINS’ ANTICS as i cry over the hardships of being a third-year (I’m getting high school flashbacks as an incoming freshman) 😼

This confirms it. I am the middle child of the Haiba family. But the height makes other ppl question it (I’m def adopted 😨) I’M ROLLING ON THE FLOOR LAUGHING 😭😭 I just match their energies well <33

Inarizaki as my school 😝 I am definitely on a scholarship bcs in no way am I able to afford that school for three years of high school🙂‍↕️ (I’m cooked cause I barely pass scholarship exams)

And Osamu as my childhood friend just ties this all together 😋

The MHA one.. now buckle up

My queen sugarplum honeybunch darling lovey dovey Momo 🙇 I love her sm. She could run me over with one of her expensive cars and I would wipe and polish the car

Bakugou and Kirishima as my bffs... I’m running 😭 jk I love them with all of my heart BAKUGOU WOULD NOT STAND MY SLOWNESS “what do you mean you forgot the formula when we’re calculating for time? we learned about this yesterday, dipshit!” isn’t he fun 🥰 my constant “huh?” would have me blown up to another dimension <33 Now Kiri, Kiri is another story. I love this man, this man and his personality. So we just get along and make manly friendship bracelets 🔥

Cementoss as my teacher.. I WOULD BE HIS FAV STUDENT NGL I love Modern Lit. My strongest subject, the light in the dark times (cough cough physics) YESSIR

RIVAL?? TODOROKI?? i can see it 🧐🧐 season 1 todoroki was cold af tho 🥶 i would cry internally if he ever rolls his eyes at me 😔 darn nepo babies 😓😓 JK I think we’d get along in the later seasons, but the rivalry would probably be academic (my self-insert quirk is just.. not built to go toe-to-toe with his ☹️)

Navel Laser.. chat my brother and I are cooked. Aoyama as my brother 10/10 but getting tummy aches after we use our Quirks + the same time as period cramps?? put me on the dnr list and never ressurect me ever again -10000/10

Sato and I just sitting next to each other like 👁️👁️

Mineta as my childhood friend—how about NO 😁

me when this silly little activity turned into an unofficial alternate version of my self-insert lore:

[odxrilove]

hi!!!

just wanted to stop in here and say ty for following me back :’) i love love love your works and your theme is so cute :3

(ps i read your carrd and we have SO many common interests like lamp? laufey? wave to earth? the nbhd? okay taste😍)

SHUT UPPPPPPP TT ur so sweet whattt 😓 this ask made my day actually this is adorable of u :(( i really liked your blog when i saw u had followed me so ofc i wanted to be moots!

i read ur cheol fic btw.... i almost passed out like don't play w me. im planning on reading ur other works later on when my re-take exams aren't killing me so . PROMISE!!!

the fact that we have sm in common... made to be frrrrr!!!! lamp n w2e will always be some of my fav comfort artists ever TT i bawled my eyes out when i saw w2e live... performing seasons TWICE (2!!!!!) aswell as homesick n one of johns solos....

[r4spb3rr13s]

WE NEED MORE BAKUGO EITH MCBLING!READER ITS LITERALLY SO GOOD 😆😆

THERE MAY BE MORE PLANNED!! i’m in the middle of exam season rn tho so i’m drowning 😥😥😥😥😥😓😥😥

[hyuckswoman]

hii im just gonna throw my opinion in bcs !! i honestly dont think the way you write it is bad and i like the slowburn and i definitely can see it there. like how theyre getting closer and everything, a lot of things obviously wouldnt happen in the start before they got to know each other and yeah !

so im loving it, its one of my fav works on here as of now and i think youre doing the slowburn just right ! i think the main “problem” here is that the updates ARE a little slow considering most of the fics are one shots you can read in one go so i understand why waiting 2+ days for an update with 8 screenshots might be annoying for some people but i dont really mind ! just maybe could be a little longer so its worth the wait 😅 and its a little annoying sometimes when it FINALLY seems like theyre getting somewhere and then they just act like nothing happened like damn😓 couldve made a move already

ALSO someone mentioned hanbin seeming shady but i think thats because there are a lot of characters and you cant just be so detailed about everyone so it might seemed like it but its not the case. like when he left her at the park (?) i think.

i really hope this doesnt come off as mean, i actually wanted to back YOU up because i think youre doing the slowburn right and i like it like that ! just yeah could be longer updates but its still all good. my roommate knows ab this smau too because i be going around the apartment like “damn i hope theres an update tonight” LMAOO so yeah keep going at your pace, ill eat it up anyway ! :) sorry for rambling too much haha

duuuuuuuuuuuuuude i can't believe some people view down bad so highly?? first of all thank you for taking the time to type such a thorough answer i really really appreciate it and second of all, I swear i'll try to be quicker with the updates but i'll admit it's kinda tough sometimes since exam season is approaching but I'll do my best so you guys can enjoy down bad fully lolllll and i'll also try to make the chapters longer (since i only recently discovered that on pc you can upload more than ten images loll)

I admit at first i was kinda confused on how long this was supposed to take as other smaus on here took like a couple of months to be completed but i ended up taking soooooo much longer and about them not acting on it, don't you worry i kinda rearranged the chapters and we are soon entering their era where they realize they have feelings for one another lolll

about hanbin's character, i basically just needed an excuse to make y/n and jeno have some alone time but i think it's kinda fun how some of you are reading into it and speculating and stuff

also this did not come off as mean AT ALL i literally wanted to sob reading this you're much too nice and i'm glad you enjoy reading down bad and thank you for reading my posts even though they're not story updates lollll

anyway all of that to say thank you soooooo much i really appreciate you and people's feedback like it really doesn't go unnoticed and i really try my best to take everything into consideration!! have a great day/night/morning to you anonnn

[blushlillyyy]

Exam season 🤯😱🤬😰😓🫠🫨😭

[foul-milk]

Thank you @yesterdayiwrote for tagging me!😊 I love your blog, you always have the best opinions.

Last Song: Listening to Riders on the Storm by The Doors as I'm writing this. I love these kind of chill vibe songs when I'm studying. And I have to study a lot right now because I have the biggest exams of my life (so far) coming up.😓

Last Show: If this question is referring to concerts, then I don't have an answer because I've never been to one, and I don't think I'll go anytime soon because I don't like crowds.😅

Currently Watching: To be honest I haven't really had time to watch movies or a series because I've had a really busy year so far. (read above about the studying😆) But the last series I tried to binge watch was Breaking Bad. I watched the first 4 season like 2 years ago (and I really liked it), and last summer I tried to get back to finishing it, but I kind of failed. I don't know why, but I just don't have the patience to spend a lot of time watching episodes. It makes me feel guilty because I feel like I should be doing something productive or resting. Now that I think about it, I probably have to work on letting myself relax...

Currently Reading: Once again, I have a school related answer.😅 I'm reading Fatelessness by Imre Kertész as a required reading. (Original title is Sorstalanság in Hungarian, which is the language that I'm reading it in, as it's my first language.) It's such a tragic story, but the more I read from it the more I realise why Kertész received a Noble Prize for it. I don't want to go into the story too much but what I'm enjoying the most about the book is the wording of it. That's what really distinguishes it from other books about this topic. I don't know how good the English translation is, but I hope it can convey the same feelings that the original text can.

(This is the cover for the movie adaptation, which is not as outstandingly good as the book, but the art is so beautiful, I had to share.)

Current Obsession: I'm going to have to go with the Read Dead Redemption 2 game. It's just so good. The story is such an emotional rollercoaster, and I'm even really enjoying the online mode. I normally play it with my younger sister and we have so much fun terrorising other players and NPCs and then spending all our hard earned money on new clothes.😂 The graphics are so beautiful. I can ride around on my horse for hours, just looking at the view. I could talk about this game forever because I just like it that much, but I don't want to bore people so I'm just going to say, I can really recommend it.😚👍

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[mazeinthemiroh]

SOFT HOURSS 🫶

Seeing as im going thru exam season 😓 Jeongin would so be the best throughout exam season. Like he would help you revise in the best way and just before the exam he would kiss ur head and wish the best of luck in his own special way 😔🫶

me too omg :( it's a tough time isn't it. dw tho, we both got this 💪

jeongin is persistent on being study partners with you in the early stages of the academic year. at first you guys just sort of fool around, don't get much work done. just talk and talk for hours and, oh, time to go!

but as you get into the routine of it, you both do eventually knuckle down and get some work done. jeongin makes a very good study partner! you'll both make flash cards and test each other. yk, cute stuff like that.

and ofc he's giving you a big hug and smooch before you go into your exams. but he knows you don't need luck, because you have all the knowledge in your head. "go kick ass" he'd say with a big grin on his face <3333

[the-forgotten-lily]

I still got a love hate relationship with law school. I mean being a student I've developed an intense lust for drama but I swear the exam season just straight up goes for homicide😓