Heya!! Sooo glad to have you back you are my favorite rec bloggggg😫😫😫 I missed you so muchh
Mind reccing me some sweet college/highschool fics with namkook/taekook? Thank youuuu!!
🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 ok sure this didn't have me feeling any type of way at all
I am going to take a little bit of liberty with your requests, just a little, and interpret it in the way I want, so it may not be exactly what you asked for but it'll be pretty darn similar, or at least give you those vibes:
Sweet fics (College AU/High School AU + Namkook/Taekook)
Homesick by nebulaazul (Namkook, Growing Up Together AU, 4 Chapters, 43K, T, Namjoon left his friends and family behind in Korea for 10 years to do his PhD, and when he came back, nothing was quite as he remembered it, mild angst with a happy ending)
retrouvailles by inevitaeble (Taekook, Highschool AU, One-shot, 42K, G, JK has had a crush on Tae for as long as he could remember, but right before he left on a year-old exchange program to Thailand JK was convinced that Tae could never like him back, and so he tries to get over him, mild angst with a happy ending, mutual pining)
degrees of denial by astringxnt (Taekook, Harry Potter AU, One-shot, 10K, M, Head Boy Tae hates Griffindor quidditch captain JK and everyone knows this, except one day Tae walks up to him during breakfast in front of everyone and asks him out on a date, crack and angst and fluff)
Get Out of My Dreams, Get Into My Car by meanho (Taekook, College AU, TA AU, One-shot, 9.7K, G, JK gotta get that bread so he decides to start ubering, and surprise surprise his first rider is none other than his hot TA Taehyung)
Hope you liked these! They've all come out of my old bookmarks lol
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My main PC, Asher, the disturbed and m!Whitney sharing one fucking brain cell, actually there is none, they’re just trying to justify their gay actions to themselves.
Coming back from the bathroom, River asking them what the fuck took so long with Whitney having to hold back a snicker and Asher’s pathetic attempt at hiding the growing blush on his face. Is there really any need to ask? The tell-tale signs are there, unbuckled belts and barely zipped up trousers, ruffled hair sticking up with the bully teasing the other about it.
First kiss went to Whitney, not like he actually meant for it to happen, it just happened on its own. Was a taunt, the delinquent laughing to his friends about how the poor boy never kissed a girl before, wanting to sink into his seat right then and there. But hey, Whitney’s such a nice guy, right? Offers him how to kiss, mingled breaths mixing together as he draws his face closer to Asher and it’s not like he’s one to deny the opportunity to learn such a skill. Not when he’s saving up such a precious moment for his crush and childhood friend, Robin.
Whitney kisses like a girl, he thinks, cupping his jaw in his hand, touch uncharacteristically soft unlike all the other times that he’s jabbing his ruler in his arm in math class. Soft, pink lips pressed against each other, not like the rough ones he’d have expected from a boy, not from Whitney himself. Lasted a good few minutes, having to snap himself out of it before it went too far, blurting out a quick excuse about having to go as he ran out of the pub with his erection straining against the front of his jeans. Never talked about it again.
And then he lost his virginity to Whitney, whether unwanted or not. Okay, okay, maybe he should take a step back and actually analyze where this all went wrong though it’s not like he could at the moment. Stupid bet that they made, both drunk out of their minds with booze still on their breaths, the blond straddling Asher, planting his knees down to each of his sides. Barely prepped hole taking his cock in one fell swoop, groaning out a low curse before he starts moving, bouncing on his cock like he’s been waiting for it all this time.
Came in seconds, virgin cock spurting out hot strings of cum into his ass, laughing at how he lasted just a few minutes. Whole thing left him dazed, unsure if he should be questioning things or not at this point.
Despite it all, Asher still likes Robin, still likes gazing at her concentrated form as she plays her video games and he sits on the bed, watching.
That’s right, Asher’s still straight. He likes those squishy cunts meant to be fucked and filled with his cock, enjoys looking at fat tits, tender mounds of flesh that squeeze in the palm of his hand, the ones found in those raunchy, dirty magazines. The ones hidden in one of his drawers, stolen from Leighton’s own desk, pages left sticky from jerking off to it under the covers.
That’s right, Asher is straight. He likes girls, only girls. Even if his first times when to that weird bully that harasses him at every turn, Asher is still straight.
..He thinks.
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so i was just re-reading my reference sheet for Miraculous Ladybug AU's when i found this bit that i'm absolutely in love with. for some context, i was explaining the various nicknames characters have for each other and how they came about. also, please note that this is an AU where Stoneheart took place on the first day of their second year of lycee. Also note, in this AU, Ladybug goes by Coccinette.
Adrien's Nicknames for Marinette and Ladybug:
—Ma Cherinette (as in "my dear [cherie] Marinette" after Nino's short film, where Adrien makes an inside joke of pretending to act like their old roles but with their own names) [Adrien to Marinette]
"Agent Dupain-Cheng! Ah, how I've missed you, ma Cherinette!" Adrien swooned, draping one arm around Marinette's shoulders while the other clutched at his chest. He could feel her tense momentarily and hunch into herself before drawing on the confidence that made her a worthy Madame President when M. D'Argencourt got akumatized, and worthy Buginette when Coccinette was out of town and Marinette had to face Evillustrator herself.
Her spine straightened as she rose to her full height under the weight of Adrien leaning against her, and as every time before that they had done this little bit of improv, his admiration for his friend resurged with vigor.
"Oh, Officer Agreste, mon cœur, I have burned every second we've been apart. The next mission, won't you ask me to stay?" She turned to him, causing his arm to slip from her shoulders until his hand caught on her hip. She grab his hand from his chest and held it delicately between her own before turning her face upward so he could meet her eyes.
Her eyes… They were shining so blue, so filled with love and heartache, that Adrien himself began to feel an ache in his chest, as if he had just learned to breathe and had only ever been suffocating before.
"You know I'd follow you anywhere, if only you'd ask. Even if you wish to wander only in this little town." She closed her eyes, and the spell should have been broken, but still he found himself captivated as she pressed her cheek against his knuckles, as if they were his lips giving her tender kisses. Her words burned him deeply, echoing with his own sentiments towards a girl, and surely it must be the girl in front of him that he is so attached to, for surely no other could set his chest ablaze with as much ferocity as she.
He exhaled softly, and thought that he must be blowing smoke into her hair as the blaze burned higher. "Cherie… you are a brilliant phoenix, and I would never think to cage you at my side. You set my heart on fire, and the embers burn even when we are apart. Let us feed the flames now, so that when you must fly, I will still feel your warmth."
His hand, which had been gripping bruises into her hip, rose to the back of her head. He pulled her forward until her forehead came to rest on his collarbone, and he buried his nose in her hair, thoughts only on how his knuckles pressed into the supple flesh of her cheek, how his fingers dug into the base of her hairline, how his lips brushed her scalp, and how certainly she would remember him, if only by the watercolor marks on her hip.
It was only after several minutes that he seemed to remember that he wasn't some detective who finally returned to his distant lover when he heard giggling and the shutter-click of a smartphone camera. It was several extended seconds more when he finally brought himself to raise his head, dreading to break the scene and have Marinette leave his arms. Alya met his eyes over black hair, a sly grin on her face while she waved her phone screen from only a meter away.
He couldn't stop the glare as he reluctantly pulled away.
“Oh, drop the look, ‘mon coeur,’ you know Nino would never forgive either of us if someone didn’t get this on camera for him to use later,” Alya snorted, stepping towards the pair.
Adrien simply huffed in reply, finally letting his arms drop. His skin immediately began to feel too hot without Marinette’s soothing coolness to sap the extra heat. He noticed, with no small amount of smug, that Marinette shivered, and goosebumps raised on the back of her arms once his heat no longer blanketed her. Even better, it took her several more moments to pull his hand from her cheek, and even more after that to actually drop his hand. Once her grip relaxed, he allowed himself to squeeze her fingers before finally letting go.
All the while, Alya continued to watch, thankfully not recording this time. These soft moments with Marinette, where he allowed himself to dip into his bursting stores of love and get a little out of his system, he wanted to keep only for himself and Marinette. He wanted to keep Marinette’s soft moments only for himself. He wanted no one else to get to see how Marinette acts when indulging in affection, however unrealistic that possessive want may be; after all, Marinette was full of affection and gave it freely.
But this affection?
These embraces, these kisses of the knuckles against her cheek like a cat, this “burning” devotion (however pretend), this affection which Marinette only seemed to give to him? He wanted it all. He didn’t want to see Marinette get a partner and give these affections to them. He didn’t want others to leech off of these affections with their seeing and their hearing when they indulged in these morning rituals. He wanted it to be only Marinette’s and his, he wanted them to be done for him alone, for the rest of time.
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reading up on autism to figure out what the fuck is going on with me and making a list of personal pros and cons to figure out whether i should feel good or bad about it. as one does
pros: hyperlexia, deeply compassionate, talent for mathematics and the sciences/can do calculations of reasonable complexity in my head, visual hypersensitivity/decent artistic ability when replicating from still life/good at distinguishing subtle colors, acute hearing/good at identifying distinct sounds and sonic textures/deeply moved by music, can rotate some shapes in my head really fast i guess
cons: people can tell something is "off" about me in a fraction of a second and will be anywhere from begrudgingly polite to overtly hostile about it, terminal "not like other girls" disease/feeling of disconnect with existing in a feminine body, can pace for hours on end until my legs hurt, frequent crying & shutdowns, talk about myself and my interests extensively and can't seem to find a way to stop or better relate to others outside of mirroring them, productive work that actually *utilizes* my talents seems to only happen in increasingly infrequent bursts of hyperfocus, recurring identity issues stemming from a fundamental feeling of being born wrong and belonging nowhere, visceral hypersensitivity means i'm in pain from the normal functioning of my own organs for most of the day, people have compared me to sheldon cooper and elon musk, i am constantly begging for the sweet release of death,
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