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myangelhaven · 10 months

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This is my recommendations of JEONGHAN fics! It will be updated once in a while for new stories I have read. Hopefully the links work (lemme know if it doesn't)

Credits to the authors!! All informations written are taken from the authors' post and has not been modified. Reminder that some fics are NOT for minors, so please read the key and avoid 18+ contents.

HAPPY READING!!

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[❀]: fluff [𖤓]: angst [𖦹]: humour [☄]: sad [☾]:smut [⟡]:smau [✮]: my favs

˖⁺‧₊˚ ˚₊‧⁺˖✮-----------JEONGHAN------------✮˖⁺‧₊˚ ˚₊‧⁺˖

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Friend with many benefits by @sluttyminghao [❀][𖤓][☾][fwb] NEW

request: Hii i hope you‘re good. I would love it when you can write a Jeonghan friends with benefits (please with happy ending 🥺) or a Jeonghan shower smut. Love your posts ❤️❤️ // @itstijanaa: Hii can you write a friends with benefits with Jeonghan with a little drama in it but please a happy ending 🥺❤️I love your stories ❤️❤️

Deeper in denial by @amateurasterism [❀][suggestive] 2.8k

if there’s one thing you know about jeonghan, it’s that he’s a tease. what happens when the teasing makes it to soonyoung’s game of spin the bottle?

More than friends by @leejihoonownsmyheart [☾][✮] 5k

When Jeonghan starts acting weird, you start having trouble remembering that you and Jeonghan are just friends.

Redemption by @leejungchans [❀][𖤓] 11.5k

your friends always told you to stay away from the so-called “bad boys”, and for the most part you usually succeed. but yoon jeonghan just had to come along.

TEXTS

Move fast, keep quiet by @suhnshinehaos [❀][𖤓][racer/f1au][suggestive]

the one where everyone's wondering who has captured the heart of one racing's brightest stars. is it their very own engineer? their teammate? their biggest rival? well, the answer is none of those three.

SERIES

Daddy dearest by @horangare [☾][age gap][friend's dad] 7.9k (2 parts) [part II] NEW

in which : meeting the father of your project partner and new friend didn’t go how you planned, but hey, you’re not complaining

We get along infamously by @seungkwansphd [❀][𖤓][☾][e2l][r2l] 17.5k (3 parts) [part II][part III]

you can never, have never, will never get along with Yoon Jeonghan, but unfortunately you have a chemistry that is simply undeniable. no strings attached is perfect, except when those pesky feelings and that new girl decide to pop up unannounced.

The selfish dilemma by @joonsytip [❀][𖤓][☾][☄][pining][unrequited love] 24k (3 parts) [part II][part III]

It was love at first sight ever since you laid eyes on Jeonghan. To him, you are the annoying co-worker who keeps asking him out. No one is new to your courting agenda which only pisses off Jeonghan but what happens when you stop, all at once....

New year, New me by @leejihoonownsmyheart [❀][𖤓][☾][✮] 6 parts

You’ve hated Jeonghan for so long that it’s practically become a part of who you are. Of course, who's to say what those feelings of mutual hatred may do for you two going into the new year…

Pathetic by @leejihoonownsmyheart [❀][𖤓][☾][✮✮][fratboyau][filthysmut] 121.7k (8 parts)

When your best friend Jeongyeon drags you to a frat party, you aren’t expecting much. Certainly not to be fucked dumb by notorious man whore Yoon Jeonghan, but hey, what happens at a frat party, stays at a frat party.

Came down from heaven by @hannie-dul-set [❀][𖤓][⟡][suggestive] 51 parts

I each and every human on earth has their designated angel to keep them safe from harm’s hands. sadly, yn’s previous guardian had to resign from protecting her due to some circumstances. so now, yoon jeonghan’s taking over.

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄more to come!⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄

☆-------------------svt masterlist--------------------☆

#svt masterlist #jeonghan x reader #svt recs #jeonghan recs

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tender-rosiey · 2 years

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Ohoho~ rosie opened requests I see *rubs hands together*

OKAY! I'm a total nerd when it comes to stuff like crocheting and sewing SO! imagine a domestic fluff in a quiet and a warm atmosphere while s/o is crocheting a hat or sweater for her husband while humming and her husband just adores her from far

With Chuuya Atsushi and Dazai!

Also I hope u r doing well these days my luv🥺💕💕💕

“HANDMADE SOFTNESS”

— aka them walking in on you sewing/crocheting

includes chuuya, dazai and atsushi

ᴀ/ɴ: hey bby, hope you’re doing well too 🥺💕 I really hope you like this AHHHH I can’t believe it took me so long

NAKAHARA CHUUYA:

he is finally home after a long day; taking his hat off, he sighs. a nice aroma fells the room that makes his stomach growl, and a gentle soft tune is being hummed, filling his house with an air of domesticity.

“…y/n?” he mumbles softly when he enters the living room.

you are still focusing on what you have at hand, apparently sewing a new article of clothing and chuuya can’t help his heart that flutters at the content smile you have on your face.

nonetheless, he walks towards you, steps soft and light, “hey there pretty,” he greets with a small peck to your cheek.

“oh!” you get out of your trance and look at him, “welcome home, honey!” you beam and he rests his forehead in your shoulder.

“yeah,” he murmurs, pressing light kisses to your neck making you laugh.

you squeak, “hold on!”

his gaze flicks to you for a second, giving you his full attention, “hm?”

“let me finish this scarf first.”

he looks at your hands, “scarf?”

“yeah! for you!” you smile, “you said your neck gets cold often because of your work attire, right?”

he blinks multiple times before chuckling and pinching your cheek, “you don’t need to do that.”

“well, I want to so shut up and let me do my work,” you huff and he gives up.

he sits on the ground, leaning his back on your legs and his head against the side of your knee, “I will be here then,” he sleepily says.

“your ass and back are going to hurt when you wake up,” you note.

“don’t care,” chuuya presses a last kiss to your thigh before closing his eyes, “wanna be close to you so shut up.”

DAZAI OSAMU:

“bella! belladonna! my dearest most gorgeous lover to exist!” he screams as he gets closer to you and wraps his arms around you.

you gasp before you scold him, “‘samu! you could’ve hurt the both of us!”

“huh?” he pulls back to see the needles in your hands before holding your face gently and rubbing your cheek with his own, “I am so sorry, my love! I promise I will be more careful for you!”

dazai kneels down in front of you and presses a kiss to your stomach, “and for you too.”

you roll your eyes, “at this point, the unborn baby gets more kisses than me.”

your hands continue their work and the shape finally comes to his eyes: you were making tiny socks.

he giggles, a sound not too foreign to you now, “no need to be jealous, my dear; you will always be my number one baby.”

“spare me the trouble,” you grumble and he starts humming a lullaby you have both created for your baby.

you join in as well not too late after, slowly falling into sync and harmonizing.

“the baby is sure going to be a lucky one,” he says in between the song and you nod, concentrating on both the crocheting and the song you’re singing for your child.

dazai stares at you for a bit, eyes glazed and his hands rub at them quickly before he hides in your lap, “you’re marvelous, y/n; truly.”

you smile, hands momentarily coming to a stop as you ruffle the hair of your husband gently.

“to think I can experience such bliss,” he whispers, “and with my darling angel of all people,” you stick your tongue out teasingly and he chuckles.

he is silent again before speaking up, “I think I am starting to ramble.”

“maybe you’re nervous,” you conclude.

he looks at you, and you’re half expecting a dramatic comeback however—it never comes.

instead, you’re meant with a sad sigh, “maybe.”

you put aside the new pairs of socks you made and before dazai gets the chance to marvel at them, you squeeze his cheeks together so he can face you.

“bebadonna?” he manages to muffle out and you pout.

“we’re gonna get through this together and we will be great parents.”

“but—“

you smack his face lightly, “say that we will.”

he looks at you and you repeat yourself, a little louder, “SAY THAT WE WILL!” okay maybe not just a little.

“we will! we will!” you let go and he rubs his sore cheeks, “my god, love; you can be so scary sometimes.”

says the infamous former mafia executive.

NAKAJIMA ATSUSHI:

atsushi is on cloud nine.

anyone can practically see the heart eyes he has on you, and they wouldn’t blame him.

you looked so ethereal, so calm and content.

it was like you were in your own little world, and he can’t help but admire you from afar not wanting to disturb you.

“atsushi!” you call, snapping him from his thoughts and he happily runs towards you with a smile.

“yes, y/n?”

you stand up, “stand still,” and he does as told. you put the sweater against his chest to make sure the shoulders would be comfortable, “okay, you can go now,” you say sweetly before sitting down and continuing your work.

he stares at your hands at work, always so elegant and delicate with everything. the sight of the bandages on your fingers pain him, but he is glad it doesn’t happen often.

he sits beside you and starts drumming a slow tone on your knee and you hum to the rythme he created.

a smile on both your faces, the atmosphere is light-hearted, soft and gentle on the soul.

even the world’s most chaotic villain would relax even the tiniest bit.

“ya atsushi!”

sweet moments never fucking last in this building however.

the were-tiger visibly grimaces and dazai acts like he has been shot in the heart, “you would rather sit in silence than hear my beautiful voice?!”

“yes.”

the brown haired man screams falling onto his back, succeeding in finishing the finale of i am dead, the new play.

“I am done,” you quip and atsushi’s attention is instantly on you once again.

you help him wear the sweater and he nuzzles into it, “it’s so comfy! thank you so much!”

“it’s nothing really; I wanted to make it for you,” you hum before pressing a kiss to his nose.

“oh how romantic indeed! truly a romance out of a fairy tail—“

“dazai-san, get out.”

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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hey just wanna ask can you pretty pls post something bout like drabble sneak peak anything related to ata ari and starlet on 9th of july 🥹🥹 this day is my birthday and i cant do anything cause half of my friends in out of country or city and my family has their own issues that cluld be a really beautiful birthday present for me ofc u dont have to but anyways i think u get the topic love you and your stories have a nice day best friend

hi bestie dearest, i'm so sorry you couldn't do anything for your birthday 🥺 please know that I'm celebrating for you all the way over here and sending you so much love and sweetness for your special day. i hope all your wishes come true !!

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dark!alpha!fraternity president!Ari Levinson x omega!activist!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | dark, a/b/o dynamics, assault, power imbalance, violence, misogyny (within a/b/o designations), mean!ari, manipulation, size difference, possessive behaviour, blackmail. mentioned/implied (not on reader): assault (brutal mugging), beating, injuries.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | a snippet of A Tough Act: starlet has the lead role in a performance, but at what cost?

𝗪/𝗖 | 1.37K

𝗔/𝗡 | the masterlist isn’t posted yet, but this is from my new series set in HCV (Howard college verse). here is a special drabble for you, birthday anon. consider it also a snippet/spoiler bc this will be in the fic. it's a part I knew I wanted to write as soon as I outlined their story

You try to ignore him, strangled breaths leave your clenched teeth as you apply lipstick, gripping the tube so tightly your knuckles nearly cramp. You’re fuming, shaking with pure rage as the previous night replays in your mind.

You didn’t witness the assault, but you watched the video of it, he made you. It kept you up for hours on end, her choked pleas, the awful snap of her leg, and the aftermath of her bloody and bruised face. A lone tear slips from your eye before you wipe it away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction or ruin the makeup that took an hour.

Your bones go rigid as he inhales.

“How does it feel to be the star of the show?”

The lipstick drops with a clank as you spin around, jabbing a finger in his built chest. “She’s in the hospital because of you.”

“And, you have the lead part because of me.” Ari swiftly replies, blue eyes calmly meeting yours, “When are you going to realize there is no playing nice in your profession. People will step all over you to get what they want, tear you to shreds and spit on your grave. And, you’re worried about some girl?”

The thick false lashes flutter against your cheekbones as you turn away, glaring at the exact replica of your costume just in a different size that fit the other student, the phenomenal actress who rightfully deserved the lead role because of her hard work and dedication.

Unlike you, who got it because of the terrifying news that shook the entire production.

“You could’ve killed her.”

Ari rolls his eyes, easily pushing you back until you’re pressed against the vanity. The yellow lights illuminate your frame like the sun. He fixes your headpiece, pink lips draw into a slow smirk. “Don’t be dramatic, starlet, she’ll recover in a few weeks.”

“And probably never come back because she’s fucking scared to get mugged again!”

His reflexes are fast when he slams your raised fist into the mirror, and makeup clatters to the ground as the vanity trembles. The force could’ve cracked the glass, and that plants two seeds into your stomach, one of alarm and one of fury.

He scowls, his eyebrows low as a dark shadow takes over his eyes. “Her fear is not my problem, and it isn’t yours either. She didn’t care about you when she stole your part—”

“She didn’t steal it.”

“Well, she didn’t deserve it any more than you did.” He slides his fingers between yours, entwining your hands. “You were so upset when you didn’t get it, did you think I’d just let her do that to you? Fuck up all your chances to make something of your life?”

Because fucking up your life was his pleasure, and no one else could take that from him.

Perhaps you should be used to his behaviour by now, but this was far worse than the teasing, unconsented touching and borderline stalking because that was all inflicted onto you. This time he purposefully hurt someone else and traumatized them for the rest of their life. Heavy guilt sinks deep, reminding you that you brought yet another person into your stupid mess with the Arcadia president.

“She almost lost sight in her right eye.” You spit, “If you think my career is going to be built on the suffering of an innocent girl—you’re sadly mistaken.”

“Fine then.” He breathes, he drops your hand, stepping back and crossing his arms, his biceps almost tearing the seams of his shirt. “Don’t go on stage, don’t perform the part you’ve thrived for.” His tone lowers to a growl, “See how far you’ll get by being nice.”

Your nails dent the surface of the vanity, red hot wrath burns bright within your chest. You despise him with every cell of your body.

Ari gestures to the wide-open door, cocking his head tauntingly. “Fucking go if you aren’t grateful for my help.”

You grit your teeth and shoulder past him. When you’re one step away from the doorway, he speaks again.

“I’m sure the Dean and the police would be curious as to why you never came forward about her assault. After all, you know exactly who did it,” He tuts, “You saw what they did, and you know why.”

Your feet freeze as a deep thumping fills your head, pounding against your skull and shaking the rest of your body. The dressing room exit is within reach, one more step and you’ll be away from him, and hopefully, never get his cruel help again—but that was wishful thinking.

“They’d wonder why the great omega rights activist withheld information about the brutal mugging of another helpless, young omega.” Ari appears by your side, his heady scent filling your senses as a sickness takes over, “You’d probably lose your scholarship and all credibility. Think you’ll survive with that on your record?”

You meet his eyes, neck stiff as you read his expression. One quirked brow with squinted eyes, plump lips in a relaxed smile.

“They’ll never believe you.”

“Won’t they? It’s my word against yours. And you may be a star performer, but you’ll never have what I have—superiority. Your reputation is standing on thin glass, and something like this could shatter everything you have. And those dreams of yours—are just going to be fantasies you’ll never reach. Are you ready for that to happen?”

When you don’t reply, he steps behind you, his firm chest pressing against your back. “The door is right there,” He whispers into the side of your face, lips ghosting your skin, “along with a false sense of independence, and a future you can kiss goodbye.”

The next few seconds feel like hours when your feet refuse to move, trapping you and your dreadful realization that he’s right. No matter how hard you tried, fought and screamed, you’d never be like him or any alpha.

He hums pridefully, drinking in your corset-style dress that enhanced your figure, “That’s my girl. I expect a thank you tonight, baby.”

Your name is called before one of the crew members pokes in, looking startled at the sight of the big alpha crowding your space. He stutters for a moment, wide brown eyes meeting yours, “Uh, curtains in fifteen. Mrs. Aiko wants to speak to you beforehand though.”

And just like that, you can move again. As if the presence of someone else snapped you out of whatever rotten trance Ari put you under. “Thanks, I’ll be right there.”

The young man leaves with a forced smile and the air feels lighter. You tilt up your chin and step forward, but Ari grabs your arm and digs his fingers into your flesh when you try to shove him off. “I could’ve lost my presidency because of that whore. Don’t disappoint me out there. I’m expecting a standing ovation.” He loosens his hold, settling for bringing your knuckles to his lips, he presses a chaste kiss, lingering for a few moments too long. “Break a leg—”

You scoff at his sick humour.

“—or don’t, I have no clue what they’d do if both their best performers were in casts lying in the hospital.” He laughs and goes to the door, placing a single red rose on the table, “We’ll be in the back row.”

He perks up at your shock, “Oh, you thought I’d come alone?” He teases, running a hand through his shoulder-length brown hair, “No, the boys love theatre, plus, they want to know if their blood-stained clothes are worth it. Steve was really upset he dirtied that Kappa hoodie from legacy.”

You can almost hear the vile sounds of fists and feet slamming into the poor omega’s body and her broken sobs.

Ari disappears around the corner before returning with a canvas tote bag, he sets it on the floor and you can see the familiar red and gold crescent and a few of the stitched letters on the back ‘LEVI—’

“That’s for after the show, and if you do good, we’ll celebrate back at the house and you’ll get much more than just a sweater from me.” He winks, “Best of luck, starlet. Make me proud.”

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chrollohearttags · 4 months

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Stopp, you’re too cute, honeybun!

I’m glad you’re doing great and on your grind. My bby’s got it going on. 💪💪

As for me, I’m doing better than before! My internship is a blast, the kids are so funny and I’m all up in the chisme (gossip, if you don’t know what chisme is 😚).

Overall, it’s a good week so far, passing all my classes, and I caught up with some friends too! It better stay this way too, cuz let me tell you, I had a doozy about a week or two ago. And it was not fun. 🙄🙄

I love love love you so much, angel! My beautiful cariño. 🫶 Mi cielo, mi amor, mi vida, mi tesoro, mi bebé, mi princesa. 😙😙

I’m always in your corner, chiquita, don’t forget it. I’m always happy to hear from you, my dear. Stay safe, my sweet girl. 🤗🤗

More hugs, love, and thousands of kisses. 🫶❤️🤍

~Berri

ahhh!! I’m so excited for you, my sweets 🥹🫶🏾 it sounds like you’re having such a good time! Kids are so entertaining sometimes and I’m glad you’re getting along with them so well. How long does your internship last?? Are you planning to work there once you finish up or just kind of exploring your options? Either way, I know you’ll do amazing wherever you go, angel 🥰🩷 (and look at you out here teaching me sum new everyday, love it 🤭 I’d never heard that word before!)

but I’m soooo thrilled to hear that! ugh, so so so very proud of you, my love!! 🥰🤍🤍🤍🤍 wishing you nothing but success (and all the amazing grades of course) in all of your classes! Catching up with friends is always fun too!! I hope nothing bad happened to my baby!! what was going on??

I love love love you more though, my dearest berri bear! Thank you for always being an absolute ray of sunshine and always hopping in my inbox to make my day a little brighter. 🩷🩷🥺😘 You have no idea how much it means to me, beloved. I hope this week has been nothing but kind to you and that you take this weekend to do something wonderful for yourself. (and I swear, you’re going to make me start twirling my feet up in the air with all the lovely nicknames, I adore themmm 🥹 you’re way too kind to me!)

likewise, my darling! Take care of yourself 🩷

#cherry’s asks 🍒#cherry’s sweetpeas 🤭🌷#❥ queued

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brandycranby · 9 months

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hello, sweet brandy 👋🏼💕 ‘tis I, your raccoon anon 🦝🥰 I come bearing more thoughts 😌 I know you said that out sweet raccoon reader has some coping mechanisms like gardening and baking and so on to compensate for her wild unhinged raccoon side 🌿 but I was wondering if she had certain tells where steve knows it’s time for a lil getaway weekend in a cabin in the woods for her to reset and recharge? on wikipedia (insert henry cavill: you’re using wikipedia as your source of information??? tsk tsk tsk…) it says that the dousing of food is a pattern of behaviour associated with captive raccoons so maybe our reader has a similar thing she starts doing when she hasn’t been able to get out much? ☀️🥺

hehe imagine all the shenanigans steve would have to put up with when he whisks her away to a cozy lil cabin! 🫣 reader covered in dirt and leaves and grass 24/7 and bringing home berries and shiny rocks and flowers 🌸

hope you’re doing well, brandy! I love your cute little potatoes 🥔🥰 sending the most positiv vibes to you for the rest of the week!!!

(here’s a link to the henry cavill thing I referenced, just in case you don’t know it so I don’t look like a complete crazy person haha: https://youtu.be/pBiU7zf2N1o)

my dearest sweetest angel!! my raccoon nonnie!! 🥺 i've hoarded this far too long!! i do know the henry cavill thing and if i ever meet him i will kick him in the shins bc!!! wikipedia is a good beginner's source!!! he's just a pretentious knobhead 😤 source: i had to edit a stub article for a college course and there are a ton of requirements and quality control to ensure that the information there is up to date and accurate. sources have to be listed for each line, they have to be checked, etc. etc.

steve knows it's time for a "return to the wild" trip when she starts sniffing things she usually likes, poking at food she usually goes nuts for. something about being cooped up indoors too long leaves her far too understimulated. so he packs up his camping gear, her necessities in his bag, and drives them out to the cabin. raccoon hybrid reader gets a long weekend to go berry picking, bird hunting (more like stalking and missing), river wading, and parsnip digging.

do you think steve knows how to camp properly lol i'm sure he's made camp with bucky and the howlies but... men... soldiers... i bet he gets dirt mixed in with his campfire beans and still eats em. never hurt nobody. this is why raccoon hybrid reader likes him.

AND TY IM SENDING U ONE OF MY LITTLE POTATOES 😖🤲🏻🥔✨ i love and appreciate u so much, ur asks are the sweetest things ever

#brandy answers #raccoon anon <3 #my asks #sweet anon <3 #raccoon hybrid!reader #raccoon!reader

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yioh · 3 months

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hellu yura it's eli (or well, spencer now ig, but im also still eli lol) i just wanted to drop by and say that im not online much anymore (im trying to be tho) but now and then i come on here or on insta and i see ur art and i might not know who anybody in your works are, but im always so so glad ur still creating and i love every single piece. i remember seeing u make druck art back in 2018/19 and ur still out there, making such gorgeous, wonderful things!!!! never ever stop doing the things u love. i hope that time, and the universe at large, is being kind to you, my friend

ELI HIIIII gosh i’m so sorry it took so long for me to reply to you😭 but thank you so SO much you are the sweetest dearest friend i have on here !! druck was really the root of all my creative outburst i will never forget 💪💪💪💪 thank you so much for dropping by and noticing everything i’ve been drawing even though you’re not familiar w the media that’s truly so so sweet of you 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💓💓💓💓💓💓aahajsvwkbdsj i really hope you have a lovely day today i love you sm my friend !!!!

#i hope the universe does everything right for you waabahxjahsh you’re so KIND !!!!#💞💞💞🩷🩷🩷🩷💓💓💓💓#talk to me!#eli

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mirahuyooo · 1 year

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hello!i hope you're doing fine.so my bff's bday is on the way and she was going into some hard stuff so i am making a request for her ,if you dont mind would you write seokjin xreader in Hogwarts!au . Reader is in slytherin and you are free to choose jin's house just make it sweet and stuff(my bff loves chess and cats idk why i am saying that but it may give u ideas) i am so sorry if i took sm if ur time i just want her to cheer up and be happy.

Also take Care and don't overwork yourself thank u bye!

Take a Break | ksj

— In which, your dearest Seokjin urges you to take a break from studying for the N.E.W.T.s

word count: 2,198 content/s: fluff, wHOLESOME HOURS, wizard exams are still exams, stressed reader is stressed (still having war flashbacks from mine lmao), sort of hurt/comfort uwu, family issues, a bunch of bullies appear to ruin the moment, blood purity prejudice, established relationship? (kind of lol), reader is a pureblood Slytherin and Jinnie is a muggleborn Hufflepuff! Hogwarts AU pairing: kim seokjin x reader

[masterlist] | do you also have a [request]?

A/N: First of all, I just now remember the title is also a song from Hamilton (omg Slytherin!Hamilton???? jkjkjk) bUT THAT’S BESIDES THE POINT! I hope you liked this anon! I hope it wasn’t late for the occasion either and that your friend finds this imagine well!~ Happy birthday to her! I hope she gets through that rough patch, whatever it may be 🥺💖💕💞

Also, I haven’t consumed anything Hogwarts (AU and otherwise) in a while so idk if this does well (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) bUT I do hope I wrote it well enough for the AU! I also know Jin is mostly a Gryffindor in these AUs but Hufflepuff!Jin??? Who values loyalty and is fiercely loyal himself? Who takes care of his friends and defends them like a true badger? Who always offers food from the kitchens????? SOFT HUFFLEPUFF! JIN FOR SOFT HOURS!

Shoulders heavy with the weight of a promising future, you’re rendered hunched before one of the many tables in the library, books of all sorts languidly flying overhead to their designated destinations. While you usually love the peaceful sanctuary that is the library of Hogwarts, the looming N.E.W.T. condemns you and many others to its old, wooden desks, books of all different subjects surrounding and chaining you to a fate of stiff necks, panic, and headaches.

For hours now, you’ve been fiddling with the green and silver fabric of your tie with one hand and hurriedly jotting down notes in the other, murmuring the words you see on the thick book of potions above your notebook.

“I’m telling you, (Y/N),” a voice lulls you out of the garbled mess of notes you constructed, and so does the gentle warmth of a hand lightly brushing your hair. “Take a break.”

Beside you is a Hufflepuff who's irritatingly being too lax about this whole pressure of the future fiasco—fluffy, brown curls prettily framing a charming face that is absent of the furrowed brows and frown you're currently sporting. Damn, this handsome bastard. (You mean that, of course, in the most affectionate of vexes.)

Kim Seokjin seemed to have been content with his studying for the moment, now leaving it unattended in favor of leaning closer to your chair. You have to wrangle his comforting hand off your head before it could ever tempt you to leisure, straightening your posture in your seat and looking around for Madam Pince. “You know I can’t,” you exasperatedly sigh, smoothing your hair over, “I have to—”

“Have to pass the N.E.W.T.s with flying colors. Yes, yes. I know,” Seokjin finishes the sentence you’ve been reciting since the exam season started, half-heartedly rolling his eyes before he fixes them on you with a look of concern amidst his soft scolding. “But, you won’t be able to do that if you pass out from exhaustion now, will you?”

Like many of your peers in Slytherin, you were ambitious, and you wanted to be many things, but it mostly boils down to potions and magical creatures. From a young age, the adventures of Newt Scamander captured your intrigue the moment you read them—the fascinating animals and all the places in the world that hold these wonders. Stubbornness is both your strength and flaw, your sights set on following his lead regardless if your ambition collided with your parents’ own desire to have you be an auror, instead.

Before you ever found company in Seokjin and his gaggle of boys, you were a solitary student like Min Yoongi was, spending most of your time with either your cat or the critters you meet in the forest or school grounds, and further cementing magizoology in your heart and mind. (You even befriended a mermaid you often saw through the windows of the Slytherin common room!)

Your parents often frowned upon your plans, immensely upset to hear that after graduating, you intended to be a magizoologist while owning your own apothecary, perhaps even using potions to help treat creatures. (Sort of like a veterinarian in the muggle world—as Seokjin once told you.)

Granted, you wouldn’t necessarily need to pass the N.E.W.T.s to be a magizoologist, but you needed one for Potions to become a potions master. For petty purposes, you also felt the need to do well in your other subjects, just to rub it in your parents’ face that your future wouldn’t be without direction. Hence, you practically holding up in the library as the dreaded exams approach closer and closer by the day.

Seokjin, on the other hand, intended on becoming a healer at St. Mungo’s after your final year together at Hogwarts. Surely, with the required credentials for becoming one, he’d understand your plight of worrying about the results of the exams. Yet, here he was, studying earnestly yet knowing where to stop—unlike you, apparently.

A strict clear of the throat commands your attention elsewhere, Madam Pince standing in the nearest row of bookshelves and sending you both a warning glare that compels you to apologetically nod your head and look back down at the books. You never really go back to reading about how to properly brew Felix Felicis though, head only filled with weighing what to do with Jin’s proposal.

As soon as Madam Pince is surely out of sight, your seatmate lets out a sigh of relief, immediately going back to the conversation that was cut short. “(Y/N), you’re smart and capable,” Seokjin proudly claims, voice hushed lest the librarian returns. There’s a reassuring pat to your shoulder, further loosening the tension in them. “You’ll pass the N.E.W.T.s brilliantly. I’m sure of it.”

(In truth, Seokjin sometimes thinks you could’ve been a Ravenclaw if your determination to be the greatest magizoologist of your generation was any lesser than your affinity for knowledge.)

Kim Seokjin with his sure confidence and judgement will always spur some form of jealousy in you one way or the other, but he brings you solace through it nonetheless when he tenderly intertwines his hand with yours under the table and nods his head towards the door in a wordless invite to ditch the rigorous studying.

You purse your lips, any retort dying unspoken at the truth of his words as you mull over what kind of life you’ve been living lately.

How many weeks have you been sacrificing precious sleep and food for this?

How many invites to Hogsmeade or playing wizard chess in the common room did you turn down?

How many times did you stay in this same exact seat in the library till closing hours?

The thought of spending more times in the Hogwarts library than Madam Pince herself, dreaded you. Perhaps, this may have been getting out of hand after all. Seokjin doesn’t let it get to his head, why should you? (The perfectionist beast in you hates him.)

Just as you squeeze his hand back in silent affirmation, your fellow Slytherins, Michael Flint and his goons, pass by. Try as you might to ignore their glares and gather your things from the desk, they made their way to your table. “Still hanging around with that mudblood, (L/N)?” he spat, chuckles from the three behind him followed suit.

In an instant, your blood boils at his words, a headache yet again manifesting. It’s a misfortune to the decent Slytherins of your house that there are still remnants of blood purists like Michael.

You miss Seokjin’s reaction with the way you were glaring at them like a snake baring its fangs, ready to strike. “Whoever I mingle with isn’t exactly any of your business, Flint,” you steadily drawl, the glint of the small silver pin of the house snake on his necktie reminding you of the one you used to have.

Slytherins are tight knit when it comes to being part of the house, taking care of one’s own and siding with one another. The tie pins and rings are symbolic of being looked after by even the alumni of the house. You suppose people like Michael expect you to blindly follow suit with the principle. Jokes on them.

“You and Min are a bunch of traitors,” Michael’s sneering nearly knocks the air out of your lungs, “a waste of purebloods.”

It hurts, more than it ever has the right to do so. There's a lump that forms in your throat and a waver in your glare as your hands clenched into fists.

You know well it's not this mongrel that holds your heart hostage in his hands stabbing it cruelly, but rather, it was the words that he wielded being akin to the ones you had been accustomed to at home—the utter disdain and disappointment of your purity-obsessed parents plunging piercing glares and venomous lectures to your core. It doesn't ache as much as it used to, but you suppose the stress and exhaustion bleeding into your bones have made the walls of your heart weary.

“Shouldn’t you be studying for the exams instead of poking your nose where it doesn’t belong?”

Wide shoulders soon block your view of the group. Kim Seokjin, kind and patient as he was, is now an angered badger with claws ready to maul beneath that calmer, solemn fury of a facade he puts in front of them. His height, though not as tall as the Ravenclaw head boy, Kim Namjoon, is still enough to be used as a further point of intimidation.

Still, ignorant fools like Michael are ignorant and foolish, after all. “Keep your mouth shut, Kim,” he snaps, “I’m not talking to you, yeah?”

You secure your bag as you roll your eyes, snaking your fingers through Seokjin’s and squeezing them to silently tell him to end the discussion now. There’s no use talking this out with jerks like Michael Flint without getting exhausted. Madam Pince will come around at any moment now, too.

“Your mouth wasn't wanted to talk in the first place, either," Seokjin bites back, his final blow before he swiftly slings his own bag over his shoulder and tucks both his and your books in his hands.

Relinquishing any time for them to wrangle in an argument, you raise your head once again to dare them yourself. “Your choice of words is repulsive and obsolete, Flint,” you hiss, flashing them an empty smile. “Do change with the times, will you, lads?”

Fortuitously, Madam Pince’s return to the section allows you and Seokjin to leave without much more of a fuss, hand still in hand. The more the distance between you and the library grows, however, the more you realize how tired you really are. The N.E.W.T.s are nastily exhausting.

You all but steal glances at the young man next to you, just as he decides to pull you to a stop in the corridors. Before he could even open his lips, you’re the first to say a word. “I’m sorry about that,” you sigh, letting yourself crash in the embrace he readily gives you. You take in his scent—a mix of his favorite cologne and the pastries he would be offered to by the kitchen elves for helping them—and you hug him just a bit tighter.

Fingers brush themselves through your hair. “Don’t be,” he hushes, tone back to being light-hearted. “It’s not your fault idiots like them still exist and dirty Slytherin’s name.”

He’s being nice and moving on from the issue, even when they don’t deserve his kindness. It’s easy for others to take Seokjin’s friendliness and composure for granted, especially when his house is reputable for being modest. “Still,” you insist, looking up at him, “you don’t deserve to be called such things.”

Kim Seokjin is worth a thousand times more than that filthy word—worth more than his weight in galleons.

He’s the one who once waited for you outside the library door at night and snuck you into the kitchens to help one of the elves make you a meal because you missed dinner.

He’s the one who once spent hours with you looking for your cat throughout the castle, constantly assuring you that you two would find your beloved pet.

He’s the one who once fetched you in the pouring rain after your parents disowned you last summer, convincing his parents to let you stay with them until you got your bearings.

You would go far as to say he’s your other half—one of the people you undoubtedly plan to include in your greater plans in life. Perhaps, when you’ve travelled the world and then some, you and him would be together, settling down somewhere. You and him would build an establishment for treating both wizards, witches, and creatures. You and him would finally be able to look at each other and say—

"Are you okay, (Y/N)?"

Knocked out of your stupor, only now have you come to realize the hand cupping your cheek, wiping away at your tears. Seokjin’s eyes stare back at you worriedly as you cast your eyes down. "No," you find yourself admitting this hoarsely, heart always vulnerable and honest with him.

You want to be the best—for your younger self, your cruel parents, and him. You want to pay him back for his kindness and give him all of your love in return. You want to return from your endeavors and—

There’s a tender kiss that plants itself on your forehead, and in turn, nourishing the warmth and the butterflies within you. The silence beats for only a few seconds further before Seokjin pulls away, a soft smile on his lips as he does so. "Let's go to the kitchen for a short break, hm?" he says, wiping the last of your tears away as you look at his chest. Curses, you’ve stained his sweater vest.

"Come along," he further urges you, earnestly tugging at your hand with genuine promise. "Your Jinnie will cook for you."

The small beginnings of a smile blooms from your lips. After a long, arduous time of studying, yes, a short break does sound nice.

#im so soft rn bye #bts imagines #bts au #bts fanfic #bts hogwarts au #kim seokjin x reader #kim seokjin imagines #kim seokjin fluff #kim seokjin hogwarts au #bts writing #AAAAAAAAAA fiRST REQUEST EVER #got v V EXCITED ngl

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BABAYY!! i am so curious . . 🧸🪢🎶 for our dearest silly boy gojo <3 mwah mwah i hope you’re having a great day today 💝💘

sweet dilly!! ☁️ i miss you so much!!! 🥹 thank you for sending these in for our dearest silly boy!!! i hope you're doing well my love!!❣️

🧸 A headcanon about their childhood

oh god, itty bitty squishy baby satoru 🥺 i honestly don't think he had much of a childhood to begin with ☹️ he probably had to grow up while he was young, i mean, having all that power and a bounty on his head—i don't think he had a choice 😢 lots of training and lessons with the higher ups, and not much interaction with kids his age, definitely ☹️

if there's one happy memory from his childhood, i think it's when he manages to sneak away from everyone once he learns how to teleport 🤧 he does it by accident first, then eventually learns how to do it on his own 🥹 and he doesn't get found out until after a while, so he manages to visit a few places like convenience stores, playgrounds, and parks all on his own 🥹

i feel like his own experiences as a child explain why he's so playful now, grown up—because he actually can be now 😭 and even more than that!! it reinforces how strongly he feels for the younger generation actually being able to you know, be young 🥲

more under the cut because this got long!! (i talk abt mama gojo! 🥹)

🪢 A headcanon about their family

i love thinking about this question because there are so many ways it can go!! i've seen hc's of both his parents being absent, and can completely see that happening!! but i personally really like the idea that his momma tried to love him as much as she could, given all circumstances 🥹 against all odds 🥲

he definitely had a strained relationship with his dad, if not, no relationship at all, but his momma—i think he loved her, for all that she tried to do for him despite everything 🥺

when baby satoru didn't have friends, he had his momma, and i like to imagine that she did play with him, read him bedtime stories—tried to indulge his little pranks and games 🥺 she’d tickle him every night before going to bed, and he'd laugh freely, innocently, like the child he should have been 🥺🤧

she got punished for it, for sure, but i like to believe that she loved her baby, so she endured 🥺☹️

🎶 A headcanon about music

i firmly believe gojo listens to pop music, specifically, girl idol pop music 😭 like, think feel special by twice omfg 😭 other than that, i don't think he listens to anything else other than what's popular atm! he already gets sensory overload from his eyes, so i don’t think he seeks out more stimulus to interfere with that! 🤧 still, he probs memorizes some of the dances and sings it in the shower too ngl 😭

send me any of these emojis with any character you have in mind and i’ll answer!

#i enjoyed answering this sm !!!#thank u for asking this sweet dilly !!!#i luv a good backstory to our lil big guy!!!#ask #dilly tag #rep #ask game #satoru #crysugu

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