deadbeat_author
Fandoms
Recent works
-
Tags
Summary
He’s not supposed to fall for someone like Jisung. Not meant to be sleeping with him, either. Not someone who’s a little unpredictable, a little reckless, a little too intense. But he’s sweet. And warm.
or,
minho and jisung establish a sort-of relationship after jisung is found out.
disclaimer: this is a continuation of my previous work that this one is “inspired” by (linked here). this one can be read as a standalone, but i suggest reading the other fic first if you want that context! -
Tags
Summary
Standing at the end of the hallway, arms crossed, looking distinctly unamused with a scent sharpened in annoyance, is none other than the omega who kicked him out of the study room.
He wants to die.
The guy’s gaze sweeps over them, then lands on Jisung. His nostrils flare slightly, as if he’s already done with them.
“Oh,” he says flatly. “It’s you. Loud-smell.”
or,
jisung, a college freshman still figuring out his place, can't seem to stop embarrassing himself in front of minho, the cold, standoffish RA who’s made it clear he’s not interested—especially when the first thing he notices about jisung is his “loud smell.”Series
- Part 1 of between the lines (variations)
-
Tags
Summary
His curtains are open. He looks out, just in case.
And there he is. Jisung. It's Jisung. Minho has to get used to the fact.
He doesn't know what motivates him to do it, but a smile graces his lips. He waves first this time.
or,
jisung carefully toes the line between devotion and self-sabotage when he starts obsessing over his hot dance instructor, while minho begins to question where his fear ends and intrigue begins.
Recent series
-
Summary
u don't know what this series is for YET but its purpose will come to fruition soon... u will see...
- Words:
- 5,554
- Works:
- 1
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
Their shoulders brushed again, slow and equally savored. The kind of movement you couldn't pretend was an accident.
So Will brushed back, just barely. Testing. Flirting. Mike inhaled softly, the faintest noise escaping him. And then he spoke like he was physically unable to stay silent any longer.
“Will? If… if that boy you like…” he was standing so close that Will could feel the warmth of him against the cold air. “…If you ever wanted to tell him…”
Will felt his breath stop.
“…I think he’d want to know.”
OR: A buzzy post-vol 1 fic in which Will finally grows more confident, only for the hivemind’s possession to take it all away again. Mike may be the only one who can bring it back. And the two of them might be the only ones who can save the world.
**Can be read as a vol 2/3 fix-it fic post-finale
-
Tags
Summary
Hair the color of the night behind them, silky and straight, skin pale and smooth, eyes dark and enchanting, a siren’s call, a raven’s song, lips a shy red, as if wiped away after drinking blood, still carrying the tiny upturn that suggested criminality, something that needed to be turned away from.
Changbin stared as if the man was a firework.
or; Seo Changbin is obsessed at first sight.
Series
- Part 1 of The Abyss Gazes Back
-
Tags
Summary
He doesn’t know what does it, but Jisung finally meets his eye. His pupils are already dilated, and they still somehow manage to pulse darker upon eye contact. There is no hiding the desperation behind them.
A shiver runs through Minho despite himself. The vanilla sweetens, turning richer with every breath Minho takes in.
Jisung’s hands tighten, and Minho can see his biceps flex from the effort. Honeysuckle blooms and amber melts.
Oh.
Jisung is an alpha. And Minho is…
“Jisung,” he says, “do you want hyung to take care of you?”
Jisung presents late. Some things change. Some things don't.
-
Tags
Summary
Jisung went back to clearing away the dye box, then remembered her original question and smacked Hyunjin’s shoulder. “Who fucked you!”
She could have said his name. She trusted Jisung deeply.
“Just some guy. I can barely remember what he looks like.”
Series
- Part 2 of Thinking Of You
Bookmarked by deadbeat_author
06 Aug 2024
Bookmarker's Notes
SO SO GOOD THE BUILDUP & TENDERNESS AND AAUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHH THEYRE SOOOO CUTE OMG
-
Tags
Summary
The stowaway’s sharp eyes are dark, frantic. He’s bottle-blonde, hair falling in his face, dye job shitty like he did it in an hour just to change his hair color. His white flight suit’s falling off his shoulders, upper arms and collarbones exposed in the same sultry way a woman in a sexy movie takes off her bathrobe. His face is flushed, slick with sweat, and if it’s from Cladrastis’s heat or from whatever frantic situation he’s in, Changbin doesn’t know.
His lips- Jesus, his lips- his lips part, plush, pink, falling apart from each other as he opens his mouth to speak, a crazed, frenzied hiss:
“Let me hitch a ride, and I’ll blow you.”