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anonymous asked:

What about makorin fic recs?


gonna say right off the bat that ishka, popnographic, and ad_astra on ao3 are your go-to people for good makorin. best makorin, in my humble opinion. not to mention that ad_astra wrote the fuckin’ makorin bIBLE, This Gentle Heart Will Mess You Up, which is the first installment of a three-part series that’s the reason i ship makorin in the first place. check it out if you know what’s good for you. 

The Captain’s Game by mangemouth is a personal favorite of mine. It’s from the perspective of Seijuurou, has adorable, established makorin, and has some of the best makoto characterization ive ever seen. 10/10 fic 

Love Thy Neighbor by attemptsonwords is another must read. fuck-buddy/roommate AU that kills me, just thinking about. ;~; crucial to your makorin experience, definitely. 

The Library of Lost Things, by themorninglark. goes down a different route than most, more poetic and symbolic or smth. SUPER good and kinda hard to explain :’> Another good one by themorninglark that’s sorta hard to put into words is We Meet Where No one Knows, which is just GORGEOUS

The Cry of You Bones by plantegg, aka that one smut fic that’ll drive you to take a cold shower after reading. Featuring Rin as an incubus and Makoto as a poor human with no knowledge whatsoever on demons, it’s very very good. 

Hot and Cold, by risotto. Hilarious, in character, and it involves Makoto waxing Rin’s body, in an entirely professional environment, of course. great for those days you wanna get turned on but also kill yourself with second hand embarrassment. really anything by risotto is gonna be some next-level shit, trust me

Call the Ships to Port, by Sierra. Fuckin fantastic pirate sex, to be blunt. 10/10, one of the all-around best. author is also super cool, which is always a plus

Bloom and Scatter, by dorkery. Not techincally a makorin fic, but it’s absolutely necessary to include it, bec it’s the best. Zombie AU with makorin survival buddies, watching each others’ backs and solving puzzles like fuckin champs. 

The Quest, by rinthegreat. Fantasy AU. I HIGHLY recommend this one on top of everything else, because not only is it a kickass fic with gorgeous makorin, but it’s inspired by one of MY drawings. Can you believe that??? life is so wild is2g. It includes prince!Rin and thief!makoto (WITH LONG HAIR MIGHT I ADD) bein’ super cute with each other and travelling together to finish up this long-forgotten quest. sososo good. 

tinlizzies  asked:

was the original plot for cars really as fucked up as the concept art makes it seem

TBH no lol it was more “dark to be funny” kind of thing.

For instance, out of context- the whole Frank thing seems fucking terrifying. Like, these characters are being chased by someone of their own kind literally trying to violently shred them to death? Yeah, KINDA fucked up. 

But when it’s actually in the context of the film, it comes out as “Haha! look at that funny chase scene!”

When Pixar goes dark/fucked up, it’s not in a blatantly obvious/violent way. They go dark by having showing you Elli’s entire childhood and whole life, then make you watch her husband grieve her. They go dark by having Marlin realize he’s doing Dory more harm than good, right as he realizes they have to part ways forever. They go dark by having Mike kicked out  of his dream school.

TLDR- concept art is how you perceive it. It will always come out different in the finished product, and it is not necessarily compatible with the canon/final story.

homestuck is great cause there’s not just stellar lgbt+ representation, but there’s so many different approaches to sexuality.

  • Rose is obviously not straight, and never really has any deep soul-searching or personal arc related to that. She just is, and everyone (including her) just accepts that and moves on.
  • On the flip side, Dave’s entire personal arc is directly related to compulsory heterosexuality and internalized homophobia. He goes on a serious journey to discover who he’s attracted to and what that means to him.
  • Meanwhile Jake is generally questioning, and even at the end (pre-credits, idk about after) has no real idea what his sexuality is. and the best part is, he’s pretty much okay with that.
  • And Dirk is 100% only attracted to men, and (being dirk) has clearly thought about it before, but is really hesitant to deal with labels. he just dates who he likes and that’s about it.
  • Finally there’s Roxy, who is basically attracted to everyone and mostly seems like she just doesn’t care about defining what that means.

I could go on, but I really love how it showcases how different everyone is and that there’s no real ‘right’ way to do sexuality. It’s ultimately just whatever makes you happy.


ok so the bathroom scene could very well be an alien joke, but thats not ALL it is. yes, it is trans representation, and the reason is simple:

they used Pidge for the scene. Regardless of what her canon gender identity is (although it can be interpreted however! for example, in my head canon she is  cis/demi-girl, either one, and goes by she/they) Pidge has been shown to be at least represent the struggles a trans person goes through. say for instance, they used keith in this scene. the same scene, only a different paladin. it would easily be written off as an alien joke. But the choice to used PIDGE is what makes this scene mean what it does. 

the even more genius part of this scene is it can be inferred either way too! if you want to see it as trans representation, then thats great! and if you want to see it as just an alien joke, that great too! 

@bext-k id love to get your feedback on this because not only are you Pidge’s VA (and one of my idols), but your also so accepting and involved in the LGBT community 

Shameless Ignis Appreciation Post

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately and I believe I’m finally beginning to understand why I can’t help but adore Ignis Scientia so much. When we are first introduced to him, he reads as such a serious, borderline stoic character, then as the journey goes on, we see all the parts of his personality unfold, like a beautiful rose in a steamy hot leopard print shirt that makes me slightly question my sexuality. I especially love seeing all the different sides of Iggy through Prompto’s photos. EXAMPLES:

1. “I’m happiest when I have my Ebony” Iggy.

2. Ridiculously photogenic strategist Iggy.

3. Still hasn’t taken a bath Iggy.

4.“Just face it, Gladio, you don’t know where we’re going either” Iggy.

5. Ass Kicker of the Year™ Iggy.

6.Jumping dork Iggy.

7.“My glasses dropped and so will your panties” Iggy.

8. Majestically rides his Chocobo into battle Iggy.

9. Looks great in any landscape Iggy.

10. Preciously cute and also kinda shy Iggy.

11. OBVIOUSLY thinking “Gladio’s ass looks great in this light” Iggy.

12. Caught staring at Gladio AGAIN Iggy.

13. “I think I’m posed cool but actually am still a dork” Iggy.


14. Derp Iggy.

And there you go! Only a few of the reasons why I can’t get enough of Ignis *_*


You know, I have actually thought about this moment. A lot. What would Jess say to me if I ever saw him again? I mean, he just took off, no note, no call, nothing, how could he explain that? And then a year goes by. No word, nothing, so he couldn’t possibly have a good excuse for that, right? I have imagined hundreds of different scenarios with a hundred different great last parting lines, and I have to tell you that I am actually very curious to see which way this is going to go. You wanted to talk, so talk. What do you have to say to me?

                                                                        I love you.

Couples Counseling

Summary: What better way to investigate a marriage counselor (who may or may not be responsible for the death of six of her clients) than to go to marriage counseling? It’s just pretend right? No different than putting on the FBI suits. Of course, nothing ever goes according to plan, and Sam and Dean quickly get more than they bargained for.

Warnings: Wincest, eventual smut (all the smut), slow burn, canon-typical violence

Word Count: 9,200+

A/N: This is the first of two parts, because the fic got away from me and ended up being too long to post as one part. The second part is complete and will be up tomorrow! Feedback MUCH appreciated on this one!


“Remind me again what we’re doing here?” Dean is only half-sitting down in his chair, looking very much like he’s one wrong answer away from fleeing.

“Calm down,” Sam answers, keeping his voice low and steady. “Three people, all from the same small town, murdered their spouse then committed suicide, all within the span of a week. The only thing they have in common is this therapist.”

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Title: Hourglass
Pairing: Tyler Joseph/You/Josh Dun
Rating: Mature.
Warning: Daddy kink, dirty talk, voyeurism, light bondage.
A/N: So if this goes over well, and people seem to enjoy the concept, this is going to be part of a series kinda. Different adventures on the same timeline. Also, this is another long one, almost 4.6k. Sorry, lol. Anyway, enjoy, lemme know what you think, and keep sending in those requests.

(Upcoming stuff: more Josh, some Jai, maybe something with Tyler. And I’m contemplating posting some SVU stuff I’ve been working on. We’ll see.)

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You know, I have actually thought about this moment. A lot. What would Jess say to me I ever saw him again? I mean, he just took off, no note, no call, nothing, how could he explain that? And then a year goes by. No word, nothing, so he couldn’t possibly have a good excuse for that, right? I have imagined hundreds of different scenarios with a hundred different great last parting lines, and I have to tell you that I am actually very curious to see which way this is going to go.You wanted to talk, so talk. What do you have to say to me?

 I love you.

So I saw a post earlier that said “destroy the idea that Akaashi finds Bokuto’s presence annoying” 

I 100% agree with this, but not because Bokuto isn’t annoying. Like let’s be honest, the guy is loud and energetic and god has to be so exhausting to keep up with, esp if you’re an introvert. But being occasionally annoyed by someone’s traits and finding their presence annoying are very different things. I knew a guy in my undergrad studies that literally being in the same room with him made my blood boil. I found his presence annoying, even when all he did was sit there. 

On the other hand, my best friend is an obnoxious ass. He’s an extrovert and likes to push people’s buttons and sometimes he goes too far in his jokes or his actions and it annoys me. But being around him doesn’t annoy me. I have embraced the fact that he’s obnoxious as a part of who he is and I love everything about him. I think Akaashi feels the same way about Bokuto. Yes, sometimes that giant owl boy is a bit too much to handle, but at the end of the day Akaashi knows that Bokuto is the way he is because he is a passionate and happy human being and he embraces that as a part of who Bokuto is. 

Reverse Heroine | (II)

parts: ➳ 1 | 2 /?

a supposedly only 2 part fic ft. fuckboy!jungkook x reader

summary: because platonic love is underrated

genre: college au, fluff/angst idk?

word count: 5.1k

a/n: I probably fluctuated too much with the comedy and angst on this but because i wrote on different days it just really goes by my mood. i also probably should stop thinking that I’m being really funny because i’m laughing at my own jokes like its so sad somebody halp me. 

shoutout to the cutest baby that i need to protect from Jungkook the rude hip thrusting brat: @mintmintyoongi you’re so cute and sweet omg my grandma heart is alive and well when i think of you

let me know what you guys think of the new chapter!

              After the interruption from the well-loved couple, the party resumed to its previous state. Smashed students downing on drinks and- wait, is that Kim Taehyung doing a keg stand right now? You shake your head in amusement; that boy never fails to go all out during parties. You’ve already walked around the frat house twice in search for Jungkook, seeing way too much going on for your liking, but the boy was still nowhere to be found. Popping a couple of beers yourself, your bladder was now urgently sending a signal – yep, it was definitely an emergency. You run to the closest bathroom, hand on the knob to find girl on the counter and your favourite fratboy standing between her legs, lips locked like they were about to devour each other.

               The caramel locks are recognizable at first sight, which are currently entangled in Jungkook’s hand like a wild animal. The sophomore has taken it too far this time, messing around with someone like her. With anger bubbling in your stomach, you pull on Jungkook’s t-shirt, separating the bodies apart. With some space between the two, you realize that the girl was indeed Park Sora – daughter of President Park of the director’s board. She looks embarrassed and flustered in being caught in action, immediately closing her legs together in hopes of saving her prim and proper image.

               “You’re coming with me, Jeon.” A hiss comes out of your mouth and Jungkook makes no attempt to resist, he was smart enough to know not to mess with you when you were fuming.

               Dragging the drunken body outside, you muster all your strength and throw Jungkook onto the ground. He groans in pain at the contact and your heartstrings tug for a second before returning to your iron expression once again.

               “It’s only grass, Jeon. You’ve been slammed countless of times like this in football, stop pretending like it actually hurts.” You roll your eyes as you wait for the boy to get up on his feet. The fresh and brisk air outside seems to have Jungkook sobered up a bit, who tries to push through you to get into the house again.

               “Leave me alone, loser.” He mutters, alcohol stenching his breath. “I have to get back to Sora.”

               You pull him back to stand in front of you, hands tugging on the collar of his shirt. “I’m saving your ass, you idiot! If President Park finds out about you messing with his precious little daughter, you can kiss your sports scholarship goodbye!”

               Your hands release Jungkook when he seems to finally realize the situation that he got himself in, no longer demanding to get back inside. He sucks in a breath of cold air as he kicks the grass on the lawn, obviously aware of the consequences of his actions but still pissed off that you called him out like that.

               “Kook, I thought you were better than this.” You groan, pulling your messy locks back from falling forwards. “You-you know that you shouldn’t mess with girls like that. She’s going to take everything for serious! And I can’t let you hurt her like that”

               Everything falls silent. Too tired to keep yelling at your friend, you watch as Jungkook stands before you – head looking down with his bangs covering his eyes. The climax of the party continues in the back of the house, muffled music filling up the dead space between you and Jungkook. The unsettling tension is making you crazy until he finally decides to speak again.

               “What if the one that’s hurt is me?” Jungkook looks at you for the first time since the two of you have been outside. His eyes are bloodshot and watery, and his pained expression makes your heart clench in sympathy.

               “What?” A soft sound escapes your lips, confused to what Jungkook was saying. “What are you even sayi-”                

               “I lied. I lied to you, Y/N.” Jungkook whispers. “That night, when you asked me if I ever loved someone before and I told you that I didn’t.” He continues when you pull his hand into yours as support, feeling relieved at the contact. “I was wrong.” Jungkook looks up into the night sky, in attempt to keep his gleaming tears from falling. But it was no use, it was just too easy to be himself – not the infamous bad boy that the campus knew him as – whenever you’re around.

              “That feeling you mentioned, I didn’t- I just didn’t know what you were talking about. Until today, when I saw Jimin’s hands around her.”

               Jungkook takes a deep breath and shudder, needing a moment to get over his rush of emotions that was overwhelming him. You take this time to bring him to the sidewalk curb, sitting down with him beside you.

               “I’m in love, Y/N. With my own fucking best friend.” A series of soft cries escape from Jungkook’s lips, leaning onto your shoulder as support. You didn’t realize that he was crying until you felt his tears staining your skin underneath the t-shirt. You should’ve noticed the signs. It was bound to happen – the way he looks at her, the way he smiles when she does, and the way he suffers when he saw Jimin with his beloved. You should have realized that Jeon Jungkook was in love with Lee Daeun.

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Ease - Part 5




SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

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A couple of weeks passed, and before you knew it, lectures were starting and you had to make the daily commute to the university. It was strange to see so many people in different years interacting, as you had become accustomed to your high school never mixing class levels. However, you were looking forward to not having to intensely study or take extra classes like you used to, as the pressure from your parents was now gone, and freedom was beckoning.

Clearly, I’m not the only one who’s taking advantage of the independence, you thought to yourself, as you spied a group of girls standing in a huddle, all wearing heels and makeup. Eventually, after wandering around one of the buildings you found the right classroom for your last lecture of the day. You scanned the crowds, slightly thankful that Taehyung had decided to go for orange hair, as it meant that you didn’t have to stand there long looking for him amongst the other students.

Both majoring in the same subject, it was nice to have your best friend with you in such a foreign setting, although you were doing different minors, yours about the Korean language. Although you were quite confident with your current ability, you wanted proof on paper that you were more than capable of speaking Korean. The last thing you wanted was a repeat of that one job interview you had a few years back.

Sitting down next to Taehyung, you gave him a small smile before pulling out your books, ignoring his questioning glances.

Unfortunately, Taehyung doesn’t like to be ignored. “Yah, Y/N! Why haven’t you been answering my texts? There’s a new film out which I really wanted to see with you, but you didn’t reply. We haven’t spoken in weeks!  Are you annoyed with me?”

The short answer was yes, you were annoyed with Taehyung. With his happy-go-lucky persona, he sometimes failed to notice when you were ticked off. Sometimes it wasn’t all bad, as all you needed was time to cool off and sort out your head, and you could return to Taehyung with no feelings hurt. However, sitting next to him before the lecturer arrived, you found it hard to pretend that you weren’t upset. Taehyung had been sucking as a friend ever since he met Yeji, but until that point, he hadn’t noticed that anything was wrong.

“Y/N? Please talk to me,” he asked quietly, his voice growing more serious. “You’re not being your usual self, and you’re only like this when you’re annoyed.”

“I’m frustrated,” you replied, through gritted teeth, finally turning to face his way but keeping your expression blank. “You’re struggling to keep your promises recently. It just… gets to me.”

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung said straightaway, his eyes full of remorse as he hunched his shoulders. “If this is about Yeji…”

“We’ll talk after class.” The lecturer tapped on her desk, signalling that she wanted to begin, so you opened your books and pretended to be extremely interested on the word she was writing on the chalkboard.

You could feel Taehyung shifting beside you, clearly uncomfortable at how the conversation had ended. Your heart was beating a little faster than usual, since you hated making Taehyung worried. He was still your best friend, after all, and seeing him bite the inside of his mouth and jiggle his leg out of the corner of your eye reaffirmed the fact that he was getting upset, too.

While your teacher was still talking, Taehyung leaned closer and whispered in your ear, tickling the hairs on the back of your neck and sending warm shivers down your spine. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Swallowing painfully at the distress behind his words, you nodded in reply, still focusing on the board in front of you. Looking at Taehyung would only make you want to reach out and hug him close, but you needed to sort this problem through with him first. Although to others it may have seemed like a small misunderstanding, you felt like it was important to do something before your friendship was damaged.

After a while, you became fully immersed in the lecture, scribbling down notes as the teacher, Ms. Han, rambled on seemingly without breath. So immersed, that you barely noticed the hand that lay around your wrist, until Taehyung began rubbing his thumb against the material of your jumper. Suddenly, you could barely hear what Ms. Han was saying, and instead you became very aware of how Taehyung kept his head over his paper, his left-hand scrawling across the page and his right hand continuing to hold the top of your hand in comfort. It was a simple action, something that shouldn’t have made you feel weak and shaken. Taehyung had done this many times before, either sat on the sofa during your film nights, or falling asleep at the back of a car on a long trip.

But it was different now. Taehyung was with Yeji, and you were supposed to be ignoring him. So, you withdrew your hand, shoving it into your pocket. You saw Taehyung pause for a second, his pale orange hair flopping over his eyes with his tongue peeping out in concentration, but then he continued to write again.

After that, you found it impossible to think of anything else.

It was the day of the Suneung – the exam you had been working towards through all of high school. If you did well, you would be accepted into your chosen university in Seoul. Although your parents weren’t too fussed about which university you got in to, you knew Taehyung’s parents were keen for their son to do well.

However, despite this, you felt the pressure of the big exam hanging over you as you and Taehyung walked towards the exam hall, watching the rows and rows of desks get ever closer. Your friend’s face was pale, and you were aware of your dark eyebags that had formed from the sleepless nights due to stress.

“Good luck, Tae,” you muttered, trying to calm yourself down.

“Good luck,” Taehyung echoed. “We’ve got this.”

You felt Taehyung’s hand wrap around yours, and without hesitation you held his hand back, gripping each other’s fingers as if your lives depended on it. Although it was more of a terrified reaction, you couldn’t help feeling reassured from Taehyung’s touch. Knowing that the both of you were in this together made a lot of difference to your nerves. You were a team, and you were going to give that exam your best shot.

Other students brushed by, but you fixated on Taehyung’s even breathing as he stood beside you, trying to mimic the steady rise and fall of his chest to calm yourself down. Despite only being a few inches shorter than him, Taehyung turned your head and lifted your chin so you were looking at him, his eyes flickering between yours.

“No matter what happens, you worked hard,” he said sincerely, voice deep.

He looked at you as if you were alone together, with all the students around you invisible – and you stared back, unintentionally doing the same. “You too, Taehyung. I’m proud of us.”

Taehyung smiled toothlessly, his lips stretching across his cheeks. Simultaneously, you both turned back to look at the exam hall, your hands still locked together. He rubbed his thumb along the back of your hand as the invigilators called the students in, reminding everyone that no mobile phones were allowed inside the hall. You held on to Taehyung until you stepped through the door, right up until the last second.

Filing out of the classroom, you waited for Taehyung to catch up in the corridor. The hallway was almost empty by the time Taehyung appeared, still stuffing books in his bag. There was a definite tension hanging over the both of you, which was presumably the reason why Taehyung cut straight to the chase, approaching you with a subdued posture.

“What’s wrong? Why are you annoyed with me?” There was a distress behind his words, causing to guilt rip through your heart like slashes. However, you were unable to form your words, not wanting to hurt Taehyung or be rude.

“Because…” you said eventually, “you haven’t spent much time with me since we got here.” Realising how childish that must have sounded, you rambled on. “Every time we hang out, you leave me to be with Yeji. I know she’s your girlfriend now, but I thought we were going to try to keep in contact? We’ve been through a lot, Tae, so I don’t understand why things have to change.”

“What do you mean, leaving you?”

“At the park, the party, the cupcake shop? I even came to your house to talk to you and you went upstairs.” Was he really that clueless?

“Why didn’t you say anything? I thought you were happy for me.”

You sighed, exasperated. “Of course I am, Taehyung. But lately I never get to see you. It annoyed me, so I needed some space before I spoke to you again.”

Taehyung’s nostrils flared, a sign that he was getting upset. He turned his head away, eyes down and his Adam’s apple bobbing. It accentuated his jawline, which did not help the situation.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise,” he said quietly, his deep-toned voice unwavering. “I guess I was getting caught up. It’s all happening so quickly that I barely had time to think. I was planning to ring you that day, because I felt bad for leaving you at the cake shop by yourself, but Yeji asked me out when we were at the park and I completely forgot about everything else.”

The news that Yeji asked Taehyung out came as a shock, but you kept your expression indifferent and stayed silent.

“I get why you’re frustrated,” he continued, finally turning to meet your eyes, his dark brown irises captivating your attention. “I’ll try harder to be a better friend to you, I swear.”

“You’re an idiot, Kim Taehyung,” you said, only half-seriously.

Although his mouth didn’t move, you could see his eyes smiling as he knew his grovelling was working. “Do you want to hang out? I’m free for the rest of today.”

“I can’t. I’m meeting Jungkook.”

There was a flash of surprise across Taehyung’s face, blinking rapidly at this new information with his mouth agape. “Jungkook?” he asked, slightly astounded.

“Mmm,” you hummed, deliberately not expanding further as you enjoyed watching the dumbfounded boy.

“So… this meeting with Jungkook… you can’t even squeeze in a coffee beforehand?”

You thought for a moment. “I guess I could…”

“I want to talk this through properly. You’re right, we haven’t seen much of each other-”


Both of you swivelled round to the source of the question, but the sinking feeling in your chest already told you who had come down the corridor. As Yeji strode forward, Taehyung jumped back, putting more distance between you. It was a subtle move, but it made you wonder if Yeji got jealous about Taehyung hanging out with you, just like you got jealous of Yeji.

“Tae, where were you? You were supposed to meet us out front.” She reached Taehyung’s side and linked her arm through his. When he stared at her blankly, she raised her eyebrows. “My friend’s birthday party? Did you not remember?”

You weren’t listening. She called him Tae. It smarted you slightly, hearing the nickname leave her red lips. It’s not like you gave him that nickname, but apart from yours and his family, you were the only one that didn’t call him Taehyung.

“Come on, we’re going to be late. Sorry again, Y/N. I don’t mean to be rude.” Arm in arm, Yeji pulled Taehyung away.

“Tae, what about-”

“Next time, Y/N,” he called over his shoulder.

If there was one word to describe how you felt, it would be livid. Just as you were about to sort out your problems, Taehyung left. He glanced back at you as he went through double doors, his eyes full of regret, and full of apologies that you didn’t want to hear.

“1, 2, 3, 4,” counted Jungkook, watching you do a complicated spin jump and landing neatly to move straight into another position. You spun your arms round and kicked your feet out to the rhythm, ending on a dramatic pose.

“Nice,” said Jungkook chirpily, while you panted from the effort. “You’ve got a lot of power in your moves, although you tend to be a bit stompy. I know it’s an active routine, but you’ve got to maintain fluidity throughout. Once more?”

Nodding in reply, Jungkook reset the music to the beginning and this time he joined in. You’d been at this for hours now, learning the first part of the dance routine Jungkook had choreographed. The shirt you wore was damp with sweat and your chest heaved, but you kept up the fast pace that Jungkook managed to set, despite him looking hot and tired himself. He seemed to have endless energy as he rolled his body and slid his feet across the floor, which wasn’t surprising as the tank top he wore displayed defined muscles up his arms and across his back.

You watched yourselves in the mirrors of the dance room that Hoseok and Yoongi had showed you, a small sense of pride setting in as you remained perfectly in sync. However, you noticed that once you reached the jump-spin, Jungkook moved more swiftly and naturally into the next position, whereas you looked jerky and unclean.

“That was good,” he said, once you both finished.

“Don’t lie,” you puffed, “I fell behind on the timing on the last bit.”

Jungkook threw you a towel from a pile by the wall, wrapping one round his neck. “Don’t worry, it’s just because I know the dance better than you.” It was supposed to be words of comfort, but instead you found yourself getting upset.

“I wasn’t doing it right,” you insisted. “Let’s do it again.”

Jungkook frowned, walking up to you and placing a hand on your shoulder. His chocolate-brown hair was plastered to his forehead and his chest gleamed with sweat, but he must’ve still had energy as he pulled you down against one of the walls until you were sitting side-by-side.

“What’s wrong?” he asked gently. It was the same thing Taehyung had asked earlier after your lecture, but Jungkook’s voice was less deep and had a certain mystic quality about it.

You shook your head, but Jungkook pressed on. “Is it to do with Taehyung?”

Hugging your legs, you tried to find the best way to explain the situation without making you want to burst out in tears. “It’s not that exciting,” you smiled ruefully. “He’s got… another friend that he prioritises, and I’m being pushed away as a result.”

“You’re angry with him,” Jungkook stated. When you frowned in confusion, he added, “You’ve been distracted this whole time. When you dance, you’re acting like you’re trying to fight something rather than just letting go and moving to the music. Aish, I’m sounding like Namjoon,” he laughed. “Speaking of whom, is it true that you like Taehyung?”

“What?” you gasped, whipping your head round so fast that your neck almost cramped. “How did Namjoon-?”

“Jin and Namjoon could apparently ‘just tell’, and when I knew they were keeping a secret, I forced them to tell me. I can be pretty persuasive.” He wiggled his eyebrows, earning a small smile from you. “So, go on. When did you start liking Taehyung? How long have you been friends again?”

There was something about Jungkook that you knew you could trust. Perhaps it was his age, as after being nosey, you’d found out that Jungkook was also in his first year of college, whereas Namjoon and Jin were in their second. Hoseok and Yoongi, too, were a year older, so talking to Jungkook about your thoughts felt more natural.

“I moved to Korea when I was 12,” you began, starting to reminisce, “which meant that I was starting middle school. Back home, I’d already been in middle school for a year, so I didn’t expect there to be much difference between here and there. But the schools here are unbelievably stricter and education is practically cherished, so I didn’t know how much I would struggle. To help me fit in, my parents placed me in mixed-gender school, and that’s where I met Taehyung.

“My Korean was bad at this point, and I could only just understand what people were saying. But Tae… he didn’t care about my lack of communication. He did more than enough talking, for the both of us, actually. He looked after me, helped me with my homework, and when we reached high school and we worked from the early hours of the morning to late at night, he made sure I ate well and took sufficient breaks.” Sighing, you looked down at your lap. “He was always more than a best friend to me. He’s… special.”

It felt good to let it out. After so long of suppressing your feelings, sharing your thoughts to Jungkook made your body feel ten times lighter, despite the annoyance that still resonated in you from Taehyung’s sudden departure earlier on.

“He’s special all right,” Jungkook chuckled, resting his head on the wall. “But the Taehyung I know wouldn’t push you away. Granted, I haven’t known him long, but he worships you. It’s always ‘Y/N loves this’ or ‘I did this with Y/N’. Even now he’s dating Yeji, you’re still talked about every five seconds.”

You and Jungkook continued to talk for a while, discussing anything and everything. Usually you would never talk this long to anybody except Taehyung, but once Jungkook got started, he didn’t stop. The conversation was only interrupted by a beep from Jungkook’s phone.

“Aish, I almost forgot,” he said, standing up hurriedly. “We’re supposed to be helping Jin cook tonight.”

“Oh, okay. Sorry we didn’t practice that much.”

“No, no, it was my fault. I’d better go.” He started shoving his spare clothes into his bag, but he paused while holding aloft his sport shoes. “Hey, Y/N? Why don’t you join us for dinner? It’s seafood night.”

You thought about it for a moment. “Will Taehyung be there?” you asked nonchalantly, but it was obvious why you brought him up.

“He said something a few days back about a party, so I don’t think so.”

“Seafood sounds great.”

It had begun to rain by the time you reached Taehyung’s house, going from a clear night to a heavy downpour in just a few minutes. Bursting through the door, you and Jungkook stood in the entrance, soaking wet and noses dripping. Although you were sodden to the bone, you both laughed at your misfortune and began stripping off your jumpers and shoes.

“Did you have a nice swim?” Namjoon called from the sofa, where he was curled under a blanket.

“Rub it in, why don’t you,” laughed Jungkook, throwing a wet sock at Namjoon and causing the older boy to yell. “Jin, Y/N’s having dinner with us.”

Jin appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, drying up a glass. “That’s cool. Okay, everyone to the kitchen!”

As you did as you were told, Jungkook decided to chase Namjoon around the room, holding his arms open to give Namjoon a very wet hug.

“Stay away from me you animal!” he cried, looking slightly terrified as Jungkook effortlessly ran him down and jumped on his back. Entering the kitchen laughing, you rolled up your sleeves ready to get stuck in.

However, your smile faded as you saw your best friend seated at the island in the middle, chopping vegetables absentmindedly. Taehyung looked up and made eye contact with you, your bodies freezing simultaneously. The laughter from Jungkook also died as he saw Taehyung, sliding off Namjoon’s back and pulling his shirt straight.

You didn’t know how to react. There was still the anger inside you from earlier, which was further fuelled by Taehyung looking back down at the chopping board and continuing to slice onions, not even saying hello. However, Jin, unaware that there was anything wrong, gave out instructions to the remaining three of you.

“… Finally, Y/N, I want you cut up the fish,” said Jin, handing you a chopping board and a knife. “Sit next to Taehyung and keep out the way of the cooker. It’s going to get hot.”

Jin pulled out the chair next to Taehyung, so you had no choice but to plonk yourself down, your body heavy. Taehyung’s eyes were darting between your hands and his, as if he was scared how you were going to react.

Clearing your throat to break the silence, you asked, “So, what happened to that party?”

“Didn’t feel like going,” Taehyung replied, sniffing from the fumes of the onions.

“Ah,” was all you could manage. You didn’t know what to say to him. Although you still wanted to sort out your issues, you weren’t sure how to bring up the subject with Taehyung avoiding eye contact and Namjoon, Jin, and Jungkook standing nearby.

Looking at Jungkook for help was no use, as he only gave you an apologetic smile in return, leaving you even more unsure as to how to handle the situation. Sighing, you turned to cut the fillets of fish laid out in front of you, but as you reached for the knife, Taehyung lay his hand on top of yours.

His eyes were watering from the onions, but the look he gave you was sincere. “I know saying sorry isn’t enough anymore,” he explained quietly, just about audible above the sizzling of the pans. “Which is why I didn’t go to the party. I was planning to come see you after dinner and prove to you that I do care for you, and I really didn’t mean to push you away like that. It was wrong of me, I see that. Can we try again? I promise I’ll make it up to you – I really promise. My promises have been pretty empty recently, but can you trust me on this one?”

There was a silence following his words in which you both stared at each other, trying to figure out what the other was thinking with only the sounds of the other boys talking and laughing to keep you company. It didn’t really take much for you to forgive Taehyung; more than anything, you just wanted things to return to how they were before moving to Seoul. But was it enough?

Sure, you could forgive Taehyung, but it would mean that more lies would be told just so that you wouldn’t ruin the relationship he had with Yeji. It would mean hiding your feelings for a little while longer. Ignoring Taehyung meant that you weren’t in danger of revealing too much, but it also meant that you felt incredibly lonely. And you missed him.

“I think-”

There was a loud yell and a burst of orange from behind Taehyung, cutting off your words. Namjoon had somehow managed to create a burst of fire on the gas hob, causing him to scream and jump backwards, sending the pan he was holding clattering to the floor. Although it seemed quite dramatic in Namjoon’s eyes, the rest of you burst into floods of laughter as he stared at the cooker with wide eyes, clearly traumatised.

“Namjoon,” Jin said, wiping a tear from his eye after you’d all calmed down, “go sit this one out. You’re a fire hazard.”

After Namjoon had meekly left the kitchen, you all returned to your jobs, but you noticed how the tension between you and Taehyung had lifted, despite not openly stating your acceptance of his apology. Instead, you smiled at him to show that no grudges were being held, and Taehyung’s face split into his usual rectangular grin.

“Let’s pretend this never happened,” you muttered, unable to keep yourself from looking pleased.

“What never happened?” butted in Jin, his eyes on stalks as he stuck his head between you, purposefully being nosey.

Thankfully, Taehyung leapt into telling you a story about Namjoon and the ‘shower incident’, disregarding Jin’s inquisitive looks, and gratefully, you listened. There was no better feeling than to makeup after an argument with your best friend.

The rest of the night continued the same way, Jungkook laughing at the retellings of Namjoon’s misfortunes while Namjoon tried, and failed, to defend his case. You and Taehyung joked around like old times, and soon the night flashed by. The meal, mainly cooked by Jin, was delicious, and afterwards you all sat on the sofas and chatted well into the evening, too full to do much else.

You only became aware of how close Taehyung was sitting when his head dropped onto your shoulder, eyes drooping shut and his breathing becoming deeper and steadier. Having his fragile body cradled so close to yours gave your heart a bitter-sweet relief from the constant string pulling it was used to. Namjoon wiggled his eyebrows when he saw how snuggled up Taehyung was, and you childishly stuck out your tongue in his direction.

“What? You two are cute,” he argued, feigning offence.

“He’s got a girlfriend,” you hissed, trying not to wake him. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

But you couldn’t help wishing it did.

It was peaceful, sitting there with your friends, both old and new. Jungkook was keeping everyone entertained by doing imitations, with Jin’s laugh making it harder for Namjoon to draw breath. Subconsciously, you stroked Taehyung’s hair as he slept deeper, his arm draped across your lap. After a long day, it was a calming atmosphere.

The rain continued to pour as you decided it was your time to leave. However, as you began shrugging on your coat, Jin appeared at your side, holding up his car keys.

The roads were dark and quiet, the rain making the city lights misty through the blurred windscreen. Jin tapped on the steering wheel as he drove, quietly singing a song to himself. He had good voice, you noticed. Strong, yet sweet.

“How are you keeping that a secret from him?” Jin asked suddenly, eyes still focused on the road.

“What do you mean?”

“That you like him. It can’t be easy for you, pretending.”

You laughed, but it sounded odd to your ears so you stopped quickly. Of course it wasn’t easy, but when it came to Taehyung, you were willing to put feelings aside to let him be happy.

“Do you love him?” Jin pressed, after you didn’t answer his last question.

“As a friend, yes.”

“But are you in love with him?”

Spinning your body round, you turned to face him, his handsome features outlined by the street lamps outside. “Why all the questions?”

Jin just smiled gently, slowly shrugging his broad shoulders. “I’m your sunbae, right? Therefore, as my hubae, you’re going to need my advice. But you need to answer my questions so I can actually give you advice.”

To humour him, you thought deeply about what your true feelings about Taehyung were. The butterfly nest in your stomach, the jelly legs, the heart rate increase – wasn’t that all just infatuation? Surely it was just a crush?

But then there were the daydreams about Taehyung, the urge to hold his hand, the content feeling in your chest whenever he sat slightly too close to you on the couch. The feeling of…


You opened your mouth to tell Jin just as he pulled up outside your house. “I’ll walk you up the steps,” he said, completely unaware of your reeling thoughts.

He used his coat as an umbrella for the both of you, splashing your way to the front door, but you hardly noticed the water seeping through your shoes.

“I know of the no boy rule in your house, so I’ll leave you here. Night, Y/N.”

Bowing in farewell, Jin turned to leave, heading back into the downpour. You watched him begin walking, but he stopped at the bottom of the stairs, wheeling round to look at you standing motionlessly under the shelter.

“I know you love him,” he said matter-of-factly, a cheeky grin on his lips. “Your expression when I mentioned the word ‘love’ was priceless. One bit of advice: if you don’t want Taehyung to find out, work on your acting skills.” Then, he was gone.

And you were left with that single realisation: you were in love.

what it (might) be like to date Tom Holland

request a something new or a part 2 here // other writing

  • he is incredible strict on tea, “no, no, no. that’s too much milk!!” “it’s not strong enough, leave it in for three minutes!!” 
  • laying in bed together, facing each other as his hand cards through your hair trying out different nicknames : “how about…..cupcake? dandelion? pancakes? cutie pie, sugar bunch, honey bunch of oats”….it goes on for hours unless you get distracted or fall asleep
  • “if we ever get a house together can we let harrison have a room?”
  • he’s used to getting up early for work outs so he wakes you for class or work or just to say good morning after he’s freshly showered and his hair is still damp and all curly
  • sometimes he gets a little insecure about his height so you place kisses along his neck, assuring him
  • when he gets excited he talks really fast and his accent gets thicker and he looks at you all wide eyed and smiley
  • “i’ve met him” he says whenever you’re watching a movie and an actor he’s crossed paths comes on screen
  • “ah, darlin’” he coos whenever you’re sad or upset or even just because he wants to say it
  • he talks to you in that cute lil voice he uses sometimes during interviews (i’m talking about the voice he uses when saying ‘im really good at the diet’)
  • mimicking your accent in stories about you or just to annoy you
  • loads and loads of pictures of you two occupy his camera roll, his favorite is one of the two of you laying in bed, being goofy
  • stealing those cute lil plaid pajama pants he has because they’re cosy
  • begging him to dance but them roasting him once he does because he’s actually a drunk dad at a wedding with a fedora. 
Someone’s Angry....

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

Prompt: Dean, Sam, and reader go out for a night of fun. Dean has the biggest crush on reader but doesn’t have the guts to admit it. Someone starts hitting on the reader and they are obviously uncomfortable. Sam tries to convince Dean to go pretend to be their boyfriend but Dean is too nervous, so Sam goes and saves reader from the creepy flirt and Dean is uncharacteristically grumpy for the rest of the night. 

A/N: I wrote this a bit differently, I put lines between the parts where it is supposed to be just Sam and Dean at times when they are away from the reader so that way I could write about them too. I got this prompt from @otpprompts and wanted to try it since I’m trying to come up with stuff of my own. I take requests!

Words: 1,444

Warnings: None, I don’t really think, except implied smut? 

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Dangerous Woman (Part 1) 🌙

A/N: Hello everyone! As promised, here is the full ‘Dangerous Woman’ smut for all of you! This is part 1 of the trilogy so look forward to more after this! Part 2 and 3 will not be related to this particular smut so every fic will be based on a different scenario! Hope y’all would enjoy this little baby of mine x

Pairing(s): Luhan x Reader

Warnings: Call-girl industry references, blowjobs, sex in general

Genre: Smutty smut ;)

Requested: No

Summary: In which drug lord! and successful CEO! Luhan goes to a particular call-girl to get his needs fulfilled.

Word Count: 6103

Soundtrack: Dangerous Woman // Ariana Grande

Originally posted by lullabyun

I wanna savour, save it for later

The taste, the flavour

As the CEO of Lu Corporations, the largest upscale drug company in Korea and China, Luhan is viewed as the typical, arrogant and loaded young businessman whom everyone assumes him to be. It’s not exactly untrue; the twenty-six-year-old drug lord basically sits on stacks and stacks of dollar bills in his Lamborghini all day long, admiring his flawless reflection in the rear-view mirror and aimlessly thinking of methods to earn even more money.

Disgustingly handsome and reeking of wealth and power, Luhan walks the world with unbreakable confidence, never seen in public without his perfectly tailored suit and his jet-black hair gelled back with a vengeance. Women clamour to be by his side, dying to look good on his arm. Yet, for some strange and unknown reason, the young drug lord chooses to remain single despite the endless stream of females queuing up to be with him.

Nevertheless, the world views him as one of the luckiest and most successful bachelors out there. Wealth, glory, power, devastatingly good looks, a smooth-running business, a diversity of women to date. What’s there for him to complain about?

Well, there is a teensy little problem for him.

With all the workload and the useless business meetings he has to attend, he barely has enough time for himself and although he might be one of the most successful young men in the country, he’s still…well, a man. And men have their needs that need to be fulfilled, don’t they?

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request; can u do a fake text with luke he goes out on a date with ur best friend and u get sad bc you like him but he doesnt know that neither does ur best friend he notices how sad u been so he asks u wats wrong? (this is part 2)

so like i said i was going to make this request into a serious and here’s part two. 😅 the texts are usually iMessage, but since y/n isn’t texting Luke (in this case) i changed it so it can be easier to know who y/n is texting. hopefully im not confusing you. 😬

part one

part three

best cal parts of the book, u can’t tell me different ok.

Gasping from exertion and heat, I smack him in the ribs until he rolls away. He does so slowly, lazily, almost drifting off to sleep. Instead, he goes too far and falls right off the narrow bed onto the hard, laminated floor. That wakes him up. He vaults forward, black hair sticking up at angles, naked as a newborn.

The driver behind the wheel pushes down his sunglasses, eyeing me over the brim.

He cocks his head to side, a picture of innocence. He even claps his hand to his chest, forcing a false gasp as if to say Who, me?

Nobody can belive Lena doesnt know Kara is Supergirl, but lets pretend she really doesnt, because, you know, they are just SO different. But she starts thinking about this option when she noticed the way BOTH of them blush, and stutters, and act awkward when she smiles to them. 

Like, its easy with Kara, she just bites her lip and there goes any coherent part of Kara’s brain. But with Supergirl, strong, centered, Supergirl its not that easy. So she doesnt really notice the similar way they act till she starts being more affectionate towards Supergirl, like touching her arm, or going as far as kissing her on the cheek when she saves her life, again. 

She is sure they are the same person when she gets to hug them, and they both feel the same