there is no plot!!! idk just

anonymous asked:

I really want this new bomb to have more Tom. Idk, maybe to console Star. Plot twist, he realizes that he does care about Star and that's why he's taking her feelings into account and wants her to be happy so he doesn't actually try to get back together with her. He just knows what it's like when the person you like likes someone else and the two can be friends.

That would be a great development for Tom, who moved on but still genuinely cares for his past girlfriend. After all, they must have had some good moments together / truly liked each other in the past.

anonymous asked:

ive literally read tumbling together thrice waiting for an update (no pressure really) and if this isnt a testament to how hooked your writing has got me idk what is its brilliant and right now i'm just waiting for all the chapters to come out so i can save the fic in my ibooks because it deserves a permanent spot there yes

This makes me super happy <3 

I’ll admit that I think for a little while I had psyched myself out a bit, worried about ‘what if people don’t like the end’ and how the plot flows. But then I remembered that a completed story is always better than an incomplete one, even if there are imperfections :)

i know lots of people get all hot and heavy for the ‘rebel/bad influence who goes after the goody goody/nerd to corrupt them’ but what about the reverse? what if the rebel was the one minding their own business when the goody goody suddenly started approaching them, asking them out, trying to get to know them. constant pestering and cute little quips that leave the rebel flustered (and a little flattered but don’t tell the goody goody shhh).

just picture it. initially people think the rebel is the one giving the goody goody a hard time but instead the rebel’s trying to avoid getting seen with the other a lot bc no you’re too pure and sweet you’re gonna ruin my punk rock image sTOP. but the goody goody just doesn’t care about image or labels they just know that they want the rebel and dammit they’re gonna get the rebel.

Animators: it was a kiss
Director: it was a kiss
Most fans: it was a kiss
Skeptics: idk man,,, could be anything u know,, romance just takes away from the true plot who even needs it,, I’m not homophobic but,,

i really need a plot with two actors who are on a brand new tv show and it’s kinda awkward at first so all they do is try to make each other laugh during takes and goof off together and pretty soon it’s becoming obvious that they’re falling for each other but there isn’t any pressure from the media yet because the show hasn’t aired yet, but then the premier date hits and the show is a huge success and they have to deal with both of them suddenly being thrust into the spotlight

Rhett meets himself when he’s 20 years old. His future self is handsome and bearded, but there are bags under his eyes and his lips are cracked. The man grabs him by the arm while Rhett is walking through the secluded campus, hard enough that Rhett wrenches his shoulder, and starts dragging him away.

He’s ready for a fight; ready to punch this man as hard as he’d truly wanted to punch John Carson.

Instead, he’ll find himself paying for ice cream as he and his future self sit at a secluded park at midnight. Rhett will start off with excited questions about time travel, what he and Link are doing, who he’d married, who Link had married. His older self stays silent, until Rhett descends into an awkward silence, wondering if he’d somehow gone mute in the future. 

“You and Link start a successful internet show. A lot of people love it. You’re millionaires.”

His older self pauses, and Rhett tries to make sense of the words ‘internet show’ and ‘millionaires’. 

“Then Link dies.”

All the breath leaves Rhett’s lungs. He looks at his older self’s tired, wan face. His downturned mouth and grave expression. It makes sense. Rhett tries to stutter out a reply, some sort of denial, but his older self is already continuing.

“Link dies and you try to replace him with clones of himself - but none of them are Link. They were different, and you kept having to replace them until the defects became bigger and bigger. You realise that the only way you can really have Link back is to save the original Link.”

The older Rhett explains how he had saved Link from the original accident, only to have another accident cause Link’s death. Eventually, he realised that to prevent Link’s death permanently, he needed to change one point in the past that would mean Link wouldn’t be in any of the accidents that would take his life. According to his research, that point in time is this one. 

“And that point is…ten years before?” Rhett asks, dubious. He doesn’t know what’s so important about this time. He has a test he hasn’t studied for tomorrow. He wonders if he should skip the test and stay with Link, in case there’s a big accident that breaks Link’s leg that prevents him from running fast enough from the other accidents in the future. 

“You’re walking across campus because you’re finally going to tell Link how you feel about him - but instead you’re going to find Gregg there, freshly dumped by his girlfriend. You use it as an excuse not to tell Link. You never tell him. You never face the consequences of what happens after, and for some reason, that means that ten years later, Link is going to die.” Another dramatic pause. This Rhett seems to love them.

“If you tell him, you save him.”

His older self grips his shoulder and looks him in the eyes. His eyes look dull - Rhett doesn’t believe his eyes are that colour, but in a future where Link is dead, it is. “Promise me you’ll tell him.” 

Rhett can only nod. He practically flies back to his and Link’s dorm. He ignores Gregg moping while playing on the PlayStation and heads straight to Link’s room. Link is studying for a test scheduled two weeks away, his brow furrowed and chewing on his pens. Rhett couldn’t imagine being without him. 

“I love you,” he blurts, and Link looks up at him briefly before flitting back to his textbook. “Love you too, brother,” he answers.

“No, I mean I’m in love with you.” For some reason, telling Link this isn’t as scary now that he knows what lies behind the other door. He doesn’t care if Link punches him (he’s got weak arms anyway) or doesn’t want to be his friend anymore. At least he’ll be alive.

Of course, that’s not what happens. What happens is that Rhett’s confession will lead to a kiss, and will lead to a date and ten, and Rhett asking Sue for permission to marry her son against is parent’s wishes (they come around). It will lead to a wedding outside of America, who won’t legalise it until they’d been married nearly 16 years.

Rhett will realise somewhere down the line that he had never saved the other Rhett’s Link - had only saved his own. His other self must have known this - must have known that changing the course of their history meant he would cease to exist, and that he would no longer be able to return to his timeline. Sometimes, he thinks of this man who lost his best friend, who tried everything to get him back.

“Hey Link,” he’ll say, “I have an idea for a sketch.”


It is just me or?…

I admit I AM searching for anything positive in those last few kind of problematic episodes, but you got to admit the similarities are there.

And S2 of Korra was such a huge turnaround in terms of writing, dropping a romance that felt unnatural, starting to up the romance that the fanbase actually liked and upping the plot quality and overall characterization of all those involved(I even grew to like the-just-a-friend-Mako after that!) that you can’t help but wish those similarities to be intentional.

Not sure if Yang is Asami or Korra tho since in regards of that the two characters get kind of muddled as both Blake and Yang have both Korra and Asami traits. I mean Yang’s mom plot is akin to Asami’s dad plot yet she is  literally going through Korra’s  S4 PTSD plot right now(just it seems less well written and less respectful to the trauma, sadly). While Blake seems to have Korra’s S2 family conflict now. If Sienna Khan is Ghira’s sister/brother I will flip out.

anonymous asked:

Hey! So this might sounds a little meh, but do you think you can help me find some Sterek fics with some detailed plots? Like where the story has just as much development as the characters. Idk I just want something good to read on the subway

Okay, So I went with Slow Build and longish. Hope that helps with the subway trips. - Anastasia

Originally posted by thehassasin

Somewhere In Between by amazingpages

(1/1 I 33,092 I Teen)

Derek’s been letting his job dictate his life ever since he was promoted from freelance photographer to official travel photographer. In his five years of travel, he’s built relationships in countries all across the globe, yet he still returns home after each job as lonely as ever. When he decides to try out the pen pal site Laura recommends to him, he doesn’t know what to expect. Derek isn’t prepared for Stiles, a small town guy with big dreams of seeing the world. And he certainly isn’t prepared to fall in love with him. He has to remind himself that this is just a pen pal thing and not to get carried away. It’s not like Stiles could ever like him back.


A Heart is a Heavy Burden by lielabell

(13/13 I 41,242 I Teen)

In Which Stiles: is accosted by unhappy witches, becomes friends with fire demons, is rescued by darkly handsome wizards, discovers hidden inner depths, is introduced to princes, and finds true love. Though not necessarily in that order.

(Or the Howl’s Moving Castle AU fusion fic you never knew you wanted but are delighted to have.)

Amor Fati by alocalband

(8/8 I 42,812 I Explicit)

When Stiles gets thrown into the bank vault about twenty minutes after him, Derek isn’t even surprised.

As it turns out, neither is Stiles.

Seeing Wolves (Where There Are No Wolves) by MellytheHun

(16/16 I 67,901 I Explicit)

Or otherwise known as “Derek Goes to the Doctor,” wherein Derek gets the therapy he so desperately needs and gets healthy. The clearer his head gets, the more room it seems to have for Stiles.

Didn’t See That Coming by knittersrevolt

(43/43 I 83,838 I Explicit)

Stiles leaves Beacon Hills in the dust after he catches his husband cheating on him.

He finds his way to New York where he starts working for the Hale House Nursery, accidentally adopts a werewolf baby (through no fault of his own thank-you-very-much), and somehow starts training to be an Exorcist Emissary. So, in general, life was going good.

Then he hears that demons have found their way into his hometown. Can he face his inner demons and go back to save the day?

Love Thy Neighbor…He’s Hot by Triangulum

(3/3 I 117,105 I Not Rated)

Derek and Laura seriously lucked out with Stiles as their neighbor. Yeah he can be loud, but he keeps it to normal hours, and he brings them food, they have movie nights, he’s so beautiful, and okay, Derek might be pining. The only problem is, Stiles has a girlfriend. And Derek HATES her.


The one where Derek and Laura live next door to Stiles, and Derek has a completely out of control crush. A Sterek as neighbors one shot AU that got wildly out of control.

Pack Wars by miss_aphelion

(31/31 I 158,626 I Mature)

Scott liked to call it the Great Pack Divide of 2012.

Derek liked to call Scott an idiot.

(Or the one where Derek kidnaps Stiles to teach Scott a lesson, and ends up learning a few things himself)

Don’t Savage The Messenger by exclamation

(61/61 I 172,379 I Explicit)

There is an uneasy truce between the werewolves in the woods and the humans who live in Beacon Hills, protected by a magical boundary that gives warning any time a werewolf crosses it. Then the sheriff is taken by the werewolves and his son offers himself in exchange.

Stiles promises to serve the werewolf pack, not knowing what horrible use they might have for him. But it turns out his most useful skill is the ability to cross the boundary line between humans and werewolves. Life with the werewolves is nothing like he feared and the werewolves themselves are nothing like the hunters’ stories would have him believe.

Baking My Way Into Your Heart by theSilence

(22/22 I 178,630 I Mature)

Derek is an uptight college student, all work and no play. His carefully scheduled life is thrown kilter when his regular barista is replaced with someone new.

When Rome’s in Ruins (We are the Lions) by Kedreeva

(14/14 I 209,091 I Explicit)

Humankind has turned arena battles between supernatural creatures into its largest form of entertainment. Stiles Stilinski is a well-known warden who comes to arena-fighter Derek Hale to make him an offer.

Indelible Marks by billtheradish

(87/87 I 295,695 I Mature)

The house never burned. The pack is strong. Derek will never need to be the alpha, and his sister is a troll. (Actually, most of his family is like that.)

Derek is an apprentice tattoo artist, and Stiles isn’t old enough to get ink of his own yet. But that doesn’t stop him from being interesting…

(This story is now out of buffer, but I will always announce when the next update will be, and am trying to keep to a regular posting schedule. Also, please be advised that this is essentially a rough draft. That doesn’t mean it’s riddled with typos, every chapter is edited, just that the overarching plot and side stories haven’t had a chance to be edited in full yet–but they will be. An edited version of this story will be posted eventually, so if the current length isn’t your cup of tea, just come back later.)

The Feeling That I’m Under by wearing_tearing

(20/20 I 289,584 I Explicit)

Stiles is a paramedic and Derek gets into a bike accident.

It’s kind of love at first sight.

Fun Miraculous AU prompt

Every time Ladybug purifies an akuma, she absorbs the dark energy from it. Hawkmoth turns negative emotions into dark energy, and when she de-evilizes it, it doesn’t go away, it just gets stored back into her as negative emotions. After a while, it just piles up more and more, so much until she feels like she’s going crazy absorbing other people’s past grief, anger, fear… but of course she doesn’t tell anyone. Because who else can purify the akumas? It’s her duty, she’s the only one who can. 

Well, not really. Turns out there’s only one person who has enough positive energy (enough love) for her that he can purify her and turn those emotions back into destructive power. And that is the source of his Cataclysm. 


Aaron was right. That was the last time (so far/in a very long time at least) that Robert lashed out at him and treated him the way he did that day at the scrapyard. 

no but regarding childhood friends to lovers plots, consider that it’s not all rainbows and puppies:

  • your childhood friend knows everything about you, every tiny stupid detail. everything from that time you were 5 and so sick you puked all over your cat, to the first time you were drunk and told the busdriver that you wanted to make out with him because of his cool mustache
  • they will be close with your parents who will feel like they have a right to know everything about your relationship
  • your parents gave you the sex talk TOGETHER
  • when you are having a fight they will know every tell of your facial and body language, and they know exactly how to strike to make you feel guilty or angry or hurt - even if they do it without intention
  • they will use the same nickname your parents used for you when you were growing up, even though you stopped finding it cute when you reached the age of ten
  • there will be old fights to drag up on a bad day, even if you thought they were settled and done
  • they have a tendency to think they know what is best for you, and even if it is done out of love it can be super annoying
  • sometimes they make decisions for you when you are not present, thinking that is what you would do, when really you wanted to try something new for a change
  • your feet has been cold for twenty years because they always steal the covers and have done since you were kids
  • your other longtime friends will be constantly using the line “we knew before you did”
  • your parents will know each other and start planning your wedding when you are still even trying to figure out how to handle going from friends to a couple

i’m still not over the scene where kim shin meets with the boy that was being abused by his adoptive parents. kim shin states that he has helped bring many miracles to many people, but most of them then begin to rely on miracles instead of taking charge of their own life and helping themselves. however, this boy experienced one small miracle and then took control of his own life to become a lawyer and help many other people, which is why kim shin has such a strong attachment to him.

this is really a message that resonates deeply. one should not rely on luck. one should work hard to not need luck. others should also not disregard someone’s efforts by believing they were just lucky. everyone goes through difficult situations and to say that they got where they are just by luck is ignoring all of the effort and hardship they had to struggle through. calling someone lucky is not a compliment to them, it is in fact an insult where their hardworking traits are reduced to just luck. 


“Mass is not proportional to volume.

A girl as small as a violet,

A girl who moves like a flower petal,

Is pulling me toward her with more force than her mass.

In that moment,

Like Newton’s apple I rolled toward her

Without stopping until I reached her.

With a thump, my heart keeps bouncing between the sky and the ground.

It was my first love.”

I mean this combined with gong yoo’s voice…i think my own heart kept bouncing between the sky and the ground. 


childhood viktuuri prompts

-yuuri becoming an amazing braider because viktor always liked to style his long hair and yuuri loved to play with his hair so it all worked out

-them going to the movies with yuuri liking movies with an extra deep plot with amazing fight scenes and strategizing and viktor just crying over sad romance movies and sad dog movies

-them shamelessly sharing everything from clothes to food to beds

-when 5 year old yuuri starts off skating 9 year old viktor would hold his hands and skate around the rink for him and do tricks for him

-them actually never having large fights?? but viktor would sometimes accidentally hurt yuuri emotionally but they would always solve the issue

-17 year old viktor getting the idea from cheesy romance films where friends sleep in the same bed and somehow end up cuddling to sleep in the same bed as yuuri and and slowly waiting for him to fall asleep and then pulling him to his chest and just not letting go until he wakes up

-viktor would steal yuuri’s glasses and try them on and yuuri would always get flustered because he looks absolutely stunning with the blue glasses and his gorgeous silvery hair

more under the cut! :)

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Satans Wife (a Credence Barebone imagine)

(First of all, I have to apologize for my shitty art, I only drew the outlines and was too lazy to do the shading, so I just scanned it and threw something together in photoshop.)

these are three requests in one story because i thought they’d fit together well. i’m also thinking about making this a series but idk, tell me if you want a part two. 

plot: you got kicked out by your family because they discovered that you are a witch and now you seek shelter in the New Second Philanthropic Society Church, how ironic.

warnings: blood and brutality (enjoy lmao) 

‘God, stop crying! Can’t you see? Everyone is looking at you. They know what a pathetic failure you are. Maybe they even know that you are a witch. A wife Satans’. Well, they probably know because you aren’t even good enough to hide it. Look at their eyes, they know! Why do you think the little girl gave you the flyer out of all people? Right stupid, because she knows.’

The voices in your head got worse, the more steps you took. You couldn’t bear this anymore. Fortunately, there was a coffee shop right next to you and you entered it quickly. The cashier greeted you politely but you didn’t have time for small talk. You were standing on the edge of starting to cry. Desperately to find the toilet sign, you scanned the room. After spotting it, you ran towards it and hid in a small bathroom stall. With a loud sob you chuted down the wall behind you. Pulling your knees to your body, you started to cry and soon your crying turned into inaudible sobs and you blankly started at the wall. You were desperate and hopeless, where should you sleep this night?

‘You don’t have anyone to go to. Your whole family won’t speak to you after your accident. That stupid, stupid mishap. Why didn’t you try harder to oppress your feelings? Why couldn’t you wait until you were back in you room? Exactly when grandpa was saying the grace, how freaking pathetic of you. They had to bring your grandma to the doctor, because she got so scared of you. Your own grandma!’

In order to stop your thoughts, you tried to distract yourself by giving the flyer in your pocket a closer look. You got the crumbled paper and started reading: ‘New Second Philanthropic Society’ there stood in bold letters. ‘Witches live among us and we should fear them. We are a society which will not stay silent. We will fight and stop Satans work.’
There was a drawing of two hands breaking a wand. Underneath there was a small box which said: ‘We give out food and shelter for all homeless under majority. Each day of the week. At seven pm.’
You were conflicted. Should you really put yourself in danger just for food and a place to sleep? Well, if you would sleep under a bridge today, you’d put yourself in danger too. You knew that New Yorks creatures of the night, how your dad likes to call the drunkards, weren’t the nicest people and you couldn’t imagine how the people of the witch-hating church would be able to know that you are one. And even if they would discover your secret, you could just run away and try to find shelter somewhere else.
You got out of the stall and checked yourself in the mirror. You looked horrible and half frozen to death. Well, at least they’ll know that you really need the place.
In fast pace you left the shop, trying to ignore the sweet smell of hot chocolate and cookies combined. The cold air hit you harshly and it hit you: How should you know where the church is? It could be in a totally different quarter of the city. Because you didn’t know what else to do you ran back to the girl handing out the flyers. When turning around the corner you were relieved to see that the little, blonde girl was still standing there. You made your way towards her, your hands shaking.
‘I- I’m sorry but does the church have a place for me to stay? I don’t really know where else to go’, you smiled awkwardly at her, your voice quiet.
The girl jumped and she looked at you with big eyes. ‘Follow me!’, was the only thing she responded.
Before you knew, you stood in front of a heavy wooden door. You small companion knocked on it with her tiny, pale fists.
A skinny boy, not much older than yourself, opened. You glanced at him, suddenly feeling bad that you didn’t fix yourself up in the bathroom earlier. The dark haired guy in front of you was gorgeous and you looked like a perfectly human embodiment of a scarecrow.
‘Mother, we- we have another guest’, the boy with eyes of the size of the moon turned around and shouted in a rattling voice.
‘Let them in!’, she answered.
You entered a huge dining hall. It wasn’t a dining hall as in a princess castle. It was everything you expected it to be. Everything was made of dark wood. The windows were dirty and some of them didn’t even exist anymore. Just a few planks replaced them.
A middle aged woman appeared. She observed you slowly from head to toe. Then she gave the boy a nod. ‘Bring her upstairs, she’s going to sleep in your room. You will take the bed that’s in the hallway. And don’t forget to bring her some soup’, she demanded coldly.
You let out a heavy sigh. She didn’t realize that you are a witch, so you passed the hardest examination.
The boy was oddly quiet when he brought you to your new room. He didn’t say anything and what was even more odd than his behaviour was that there wasn’t even a bed in the hallway. He opened a squeaky door for you and led you into a narrow room. It wasn’t much. A bed, a small table, a chair and a cupboard, all made from the same depressing wood. Like mentioned before it wasn’t much but you didn’t need much. It wasn’t freezing cold in here and that was all that mattered to you.
But the fact that there wasn’t one picture or any sign of anyone ever living in here, puzzled you. Only a big bible was laying on his desk.
‘You aren’t much of an interior designer, I see’, you joked with a small smile. However, the boy didn’t seem to be much of a comedian either and just frankly turned around to leave the room.
‘Wait, are you sure that you get to sleep in a bed tonight? Because I didn’t see any in the hallway and I really don’t want to take yours away from you’, you questioned.
‘I- I don’t need a bed, it’s fine’, the boy muttered staring at the ground.

You asked him about his name. He told you it was Credence.
‘Okay Credence, I am not here to invade your home. I’m going to find another place to stay at tonight. Thank you for your hospitality’, you explained to him while putting your coat back on. You strutted towards the door and decided to give him a quick peck in order to show your appreciation. But something went horrible wrong. The kiss triggered something in you. It felt like the dark magic was feeding of the boys’ touch. Black reek started to surround the both of you and in this exact moment someone opened the door. It was Credences Mother. Her face went dark red and her eyes began to fill with hate.
‘I knew it! I knew it! Witches live among us!’ she stared to scream with rage. Shocked from the words of the woman and of what just happened you sank to the floor.
‘And you little bastard are her lover! I always thought you were worthless but you are even worse; having an affair with Satans wife!’, she went for the bible on the desk, took it and raised her hand. In this moment you didn’t wish for anything more than the ability to control your powers but you couldn’t, so the only solution was to get between the boy and his mother. You jumped in front of Credence, a dull pain flashing through your skull. As fast as you had jumped up, as fast you were back on the ground again. You were feeling the cold floor on your cheek and saw black liquid spreading out on it. You brought your hand to your hand only to find out that the liquid was flowing out of the wound. It definitely wasn’t blood. You know what blood looked like and it definitely shouldn’t be black and smell poisonous.
‘Look at what you’ve done to (y/n)!’, the otherwise quiet boy exclaimed. ‘You are a monster, a monster! You should be feared by everyone. Not witches and wizards. You, you, you! You are Satans wife!’ The boy was in a rage and pushed his mother out of the room. He quickly shut the door closed and pushed the desk in front of it.
Then he squatted down and stroked the hair which was sticking to your forehead out of your face.
‘I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!’, he muttered, repeating it a thousand times. He got a shirt from the cupboard and got rid of his belt. His shaking hands manufactured something similar to a pressure bandage. He got a paper bag from under his bed and put everything from his cupboard in there. He reached out for you and helped you get up. A sudden wave of dizziness hitting you. You still managed to keep your balance.
He pushed the desk back to his original place, pulled you out of his room, down the stairs and finally out of the building. His mother following the both of you. ‘Witch, witch, witch!’ she shouted hysterically. All the people were now staring at you but you didn’t bother, you just wanted to get away from the woman. Credences bag started the tear apart and all of his clothes threatened to fall out. So he turned around and aimed his bag at his mother causing her to fall to the ground. You two didn’t stop running until you spotted an old, abounded factory where you two found security. For a minute or two you stood there just staring at each other. One breathing louder than the other. You tried to organize your racing thoughts but you couldn’t. The feelings of shock and fear were stronger than you and they took over. You fell into the boys’ arms, clutching on his vest, sobbing. You felt your hot tears staining his shirt. The boy tensed under your touch but brought his hands to you shyly. He petted your head, not caring that his hands got full of that black goo. You stood there for more than half an hour, nobody saying a word. You slowly calmed down and only now realized that Credence knew your name even though you had never told him what it was, so you asked him where he has gotten it from!
‘You are going to think I’m a freak’, he whispered.
‘You? A freak? I’m sorry but I’m the person who has black poison running down her face, not you’ you exclaimed, laughing in disbelief.
‘I dreamt of you’, he answered so quietly that you almost couldn’t make it out.
‘Yes, I dreamt of you. Countless times. I also dreamt of this a- and everything that just happened. I know this sounds stupid. You don’t have to belie-‘
‘But I do. I do believe you. But please tell me you dreamt further than this because I have no idea what we should do now!’, you begged him, grabbing his face in desperation.
The boy shook his head, his eyes closed. He looked like he was in pain.
‘You didn’t dream further than this?
‘No, I did but I can’t I jus-‘
‘Credence!’, you shouted, immediately regretting raising your voice because the pale boy was flinching.
‘I’m sorry’, you voiced, ‘but please, for the love of god, please tell me what we did!’
The boy turned his face away from you. ‘We- we kissed and then there was a bright light and it- it felt so redeeming and-‘
You cut the boy off, pressing your lips to his. You didn’t care that he was a complete stranger. All that mattered was that it felt like the most important thing you ever did in your life.


  • muse a is from a foreign country and doesn’t know how to speak the local language and is trying to order something at this restaurant muse b is at, too. so muse b offers to help and hey, is that chemistry going on between them? because people start thinking they’re actually a couple.
  • muse a and muse b were in love during high school and everything was good until muse a had to move to another country and now they meet again under whole new circumstances: muse a is still in love with muse b, but muse b is taken… and super happy with this other person.
  • this horrible thunderstorm is happening and both muse a and muse b are at this other town, soaking wet and cold, and they missed the last train to their home town. to make things even better, neither of them have enough money to pay for a night at a motel, so hey, i don’t know you, but wanna share a room for tonight? (extra: both actually feel hella attracted to one another and are single)
  • muse a sings like an angel but is really shy so they only sing in the shower. everyday, muse b, who is their neighbor, listens to their singing and thinks muse a is actually a professional singer. one day they meet at the elevator of their building and muse b really wants to ask for muse a to sing a song for them, or just compliment them. but how will they do so without making things awkward? and to top this situation, muse a is also a lot attractive.
  • muse a doesn’t know how to cook and finds out an a+ chef (muse b) has just moved into their building and everyday they smell the food coming from the apartment next to them, so they decide to knock on their door and ask them to feed them/teach them how to cook decently.
  • muse a is allergic to something (like dogs) that muse b loves and has on their apartment and they fight all the time because they’re neighbors and muse a can’t stop sneezing but muse b doesn’t want to give that thing up, but there’s a hidden sexual tension between them too.
  • muse a and muse b have this one night stand after drinking way too much at a party/bar/etc and the next day muse a finds out muse b is actually a person of note. meanwhile, muse b was totally enchanted by muse a and wants to find out who they are, but has no idea of how to start. no, wait. is that muse a the waitress in that restaurant i’ve just stepped in?! oh fuck.
Steamy Apology. (m)

Jin x Reader

Genre: Smutty smut, fluff

Word count: 5,264 

Based off of this request ♡

Summary: It’s not unusual for Jin to leave on tour for long periods of time. But, it is unusual when you don’t hear from him at all while he’s gone this time. So when he comes home with a guilt stricken heart, he insists on making it up to you in more ways than one.

a/n: was this too much plot?? ;-; idk i got really into it and really enjoyed writing it, it’s probably my favorite so far, but i understand if you guys just skip to the smut lmao

Originally posted by syubbie

It was a gloomy, Sunday morning. The last morning with your boyfriend, Jin, for a month. 4 whole grueling weeks. It was almost like the sky was mourning with you. 

You thought you would grow used to Jin leaving for x amount of time to go on tour with his hugely successful music group called BTS. But, each time seemed to prove you wrong as it felt like your heart was being yanked out and taken with him every time he left. It’s not like you could tell him not to go or get mad at him for leaving, you just wish it didn’t hurt so bad watching him wave goodbye to you and blow one last kiss your way before being dragged into the car by his group members.

Of course you guys text and call when you can to lessen the loneliness. Occasionally skyping when his hotels have good enough service. But it doesn’t help with the tossing and turning all through the night, helplessly feeling for him through the empty sheets, or eating convenient store ramen alone in front of the tv. Even accompanied by the voices from the screen, your apartment is always deafeningly quite with him here.
You let out a deep sigh and pulled the covers over your head.

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i really want a tv show with a kid thats gay but doesnt have to go through the going out and parents acting like its okay then later being like wow. I want the kid to come down for breakfast and get asked if Jordan is coming over for dinner, and since its a neutral name you wouldn’t know girl or boy, like its normal for them to come over for spaghetti night and then at dinner the kid shows up and its the same gender and the parents are like so glad to have you, and the kid is just like you know i wouldn’t miss your spaghetti for anything and they all are happy no problems