his thoughts are just so interesting to read

Rocket & Lylla Headcannons

In writing my most recent fic (new chapter hopefully up tonight sorry!) I’ve decided to feature Lylla a lot more then I originally planned. In so doing I thought it would be cool to list some of the headcannons around Lylla and Rocket since there seems to be a lot of diversity in the fandom as to their relationship. These are just my personal thoughts (you can read more about them in my Lylla& Rocket Thoughts) post if you are really that interested.

-Lylla/Rocket have a platonic old married couple type relationship. They tease and poke each other’s buttons constantly but love each other.

-They met in the labs on Halfworld. Lylla was already there when Rocket arrived. His cage was across from hers.

-Lylla helped Rocket survive his first few months (sneaking him extra food, assuring the scientist he was fine otherwise he’d be euthanized whenever he was ill)

-Rocket and Lylla gave each other their names because they didn’t want to be referred to as Subjects.

-Rocket names Lylla after the flowers that the scientists put in some of the cages as part of an experiment to see how the subjects responded to comforting smells. They were actually lilies but he got the name confused because he didn’t have full linguistic capacity yet. He named her after them because like the flowers Lylla was “the only good thing in this hell hole.”

-Lylla names Rocket after she learns about weapons because rocket is “an explosive energy, something that can propelled you away, free you from a planet and from wherever you are confined, undoubtably powerful and to be respected

-Rocket knows that Lylla is smarter and more tactile then him but will never admit it

-Lylla is far more emotionally stable than Rocket

-Rocket and Lylla made plans to escape the lab together but when it came time something happened that only Rocket escaped, he thinks Lylla is dead

-Lylla is alive and out there somewhere but thinks Rocket is dead

-Lylla was the first person to call Rocket a raccoon

-Rocket has only truly bonded with Lylla and Groot

-Groot knows who Lylla is because Rocket has drunkenly talked about her.

-Rocket would tell Lylla made up stories about the world outside of the lab to comfort her

Add your own if you have them, I want to know!

anonymous asked:

That Lady choice ask is ironic because i just replayed the game and the first time I had played it I had gotten Montfort just being concerned about his friend. This playthrough I got him as falling for the MC and I was SO CONFUSED. I was like what? I thought his motivations were different last time? Whats going on? Am I reading this right? Maybe its another lie. Now I know lol, he certainly has a weird way of showing it.

Yeah, Montfort was an… interesting character :D I enjoyed putting in the different motivations for him, as it added a bit of freshness and interest to the route! At least, I hoped so anyway, lol.

I like when characters react based on the MC’s personality and actions, like in real life. It’s easier said than done with coding sometimes, though :/

Thank you so much for the message! :)

The most important writing lesson I ever learned was not in a screenwriting class, but a fiction class.

This was senior year of college.  Most of us had already been accepted into grad school of some sort. We felt powerful, we felt talented, and most of all, we felt artistic.

It was the advanced fiction workshop, and we did an entire round of workshops with everyone’s best stories, their most advanced work, their most polished pieces. It was very technical and, most of all, very artistic.

IE: They were boring pieces of pretentious crap.

Now the teacher was either a genius OR was tired of our shit, and decided to give us a challenge.  Flash fiction, he said. Write something as quickly as possible.  Make it stupid.  Make it not mean a thing, just be a quick little blast of words. 

And, of course, we all got stupid.  Little one and two pages of prose without the barriers that it must be good. Little flashes of characters, little bits of scenarios.

And they were electric.  All of them. So interesting, so vivid, not held back by the need to write important things or artistic things. 

One sticks in my mind even today.  The guys original piece was a thinky, thoughtful piece relating the breaking up of threesomes to volcanoes and uncontrolled eruptions that was just annoying to read. But his flash fiction was this three page bit about a homeless man who stole a truck full of coca cola and had to bribe people to drink the soda so he could return the cans to recycling so he could afford one night with the prostitute he loved.

It was funny, it was heartfelt, and it was so, so, so well written.

And just that one little bit of advice, the write something short and stupid, changed a ton of people’s writing styles for the better.

It was amazing. So go.  Go write something small.  Go write something that’s not artistic.  Go write something stupid. Go have fun.

so i just googled the phrase “toeing out of his shoes" to make sure it was an actual thing

and the results were:

it’s all fanfiction

which reminds me that i’ve only ever seen the phrase "carding fingers through his hair” and people describing things like “he’s tall, all lean muscle and long fingers,” like that formula of “they’re ____, all ___ and ____" or whatever in fic

idk i just find it interesting that there are certain phrases that just sort of evolve in fandom and become prevalent in fic bc everyone reads each other’s works and then writes their own and certain phrases stick

i wish i knew more about linguistics so i could actually talk about it in an intelligent manner, but yeah i thought that was kinda cool

‘Long live king Laurent of Vere!’

Yes! Okay! I thought I’d never draw a fanart for Captive Prince but here I am proved wrong yet another time;) So here it is our precious son in all his shining glory:) 

also see Damen

Prints avaiable at Society6

But! I’ve not read The adventures of Charls the Veretian cloth merchant yet (just excerpts here on tumblr):< So here is the deal: if you buy me an e-book (at the moment I don’t have a convenient way of purchasing it) I’ll draw you your favourite character from Captive Prince^^ sooooooo anyone interested? (write me a pm)

Bad Things- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Just glimpses in to Jughead and Reader’s relationship. Heavily based off of the song “Bad Things” by Camila Cabello and Machine gun Kelly because I’m a total slut for that bop

Warnings: SIN SIN SIN SIN SO MUCH SIN IM A SINNER, Swearing, implied smut, actual descriptive smut like guys this is kinda intense.

I DID IT OKAY I SINNED FOR Y’ALL

(Disclaimer: If you are uncomfortable with Jughead Jones smut then Do.Not.Read. This is literal actual smut intended for the Riverdale Tv Show version of Jughead Jones portrayed by Cole Sprouse, as all my other fics are. If you are offended or do not like this kind of stuff, then just keep scrolling. This is requested by my followers and I won’t deny it or not do it simply because a few other people don’t like it.)


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“Am I outta my head, am I outta my mind? If you only knew the bad things I like.”


It was the little things about him that always had me craving him. The veins along his wrists, when his jaw was clenched. The little hints of curls that poked out of his gray beanie, almost as if they were begging to see the light of day. The frame of his body was probably my favorite part. I had never been attracted to buff men, particularly guys like my friend Archie Andrews. He was a whole different story though. He was tall and lean, almost comparing to the body of a track runner, but his body was still toned in all of the right places, and he was certainly strong enough to carry me up my stairs to my bedroom. Jughead Jones made me think the most sinful things, and I couldn’t ever stop. I’m just lucky that the feeling is mutual.

“Y/n?Did you just hear a thing I said?” My best friend Veronica looked at me expectantly, her eyebrows raised and looking frustrated with me. Truthfully, I hadn’t heard a thing she said. I was too busy focusing my attention on something more…interesting.

Jughead Jones had started out as a friend. That’s how they all did, right? We had four classes together, and mutual friends, so of course, we grew incredibly close over time.Eventually, it became something more The boy stared back at me, his blue eyes piercing through mine and in to my head, almost reading my thoughts. I saw as he mouthed a simple word “tonight” and I gave him a slight nod, biting my lip in response.

“Sorry V, she’s too focused on her loverboy.” Archie taunted me, passing by us and to his friend, knocking shoulders with him. Jughead blushed slightly, not moving from his position on the lockers, his arms crossed over him. I could fix that.

I strutted over, my hips moving a little more than they usually do. Jughead uncrossed his arms and they immediately went to my waist once I reached him, pulling me in to his body that was still against the lockers. I leaned up, pressing my lips to his quickly before the bell rang. I broke apart from my boyfriend, my hand sliding down his shirt slowly. I pulled away, winking at him before strutting off. I didn’t even have to turn around to know his eyes were on me, watching my every step.



“No matter what you say, no matter what you do, I only wanna do bad things to you.”



Jughead and I had been together for a good six months before we got in to our first fight. He always had his nose shoved in to his laptop, and I got no attention from him anymore, and I was angry. I had waited a while for him to notice, and he never did, so I took matters in to my own hands.

My boyfriend sat at a stool in my kitchen, his hands in his hair and his laptop in front of him, His beanie long forgotten on the counter. If I wasn’t so pissed at him, I might have offered to release some of that tension, but I wasn’t in a giving mood that day. I slammed the laptop shut, my eyes glaring at him. Jughead looked up at me with a confused look.

“Forsythe, do you remember why I invited you over?” I asked him, my eyebrow cocked while I waited to his answer. His mouth opened slightly, trying to string together something and drawing up a blank. I scoffed, shaking my head and walking away.

“Baby, wait-” Jughead hopped off the stool, following me out of the room.

“Jughead, I asked you to come over because I wanted to spend time with you!! Not so I could watch you on your laptop the whole time! I just want some of you to myself!is that too much?”

“You know how important this novel is to me, y/n-”

“ I know that! But I should be more important!” I shouted. I didn’t care if I sounded selfish. I was pissed.

“ Of course you’re more important! What kind of question is that?!” Jughead looked at me like I was ridiculous and I shook my head.

“Really? Because sometimes it feels like you would choose that book over me if it came down to it.” I crossed my arms, my foot tapping against the hardwood floor. Jughead’s face fell, and the anger on his face was replaced with a sad look.

“That is not true, that is not true at all, I would always choose you.” Jughead closed the gap between us, his arms wrapping around my waist. I pushed him away slightly, my hands on his chest.


“Prove it.” I spoke bravely, my tone of voice becoming different.


Everything happened relatively quickly from there.Jughead’s hands went around my back, lifting me so my legs were wrapped around his waist, and his fingers wrapping around the backs of my thighs. His mouth was on mine and I felt my back hit the wall. Jughead’s lips went to my neck, sucking harshly at the skin until purple bruises adorned it. My hands went to his sweater, almost ripping the fabric just to get it off of him.

“ My room,” I panted, my hands tangled in Jughead’s hair while he sucked harshly at the collarbone peeking out of my tank top. He adjusted my body that was wrapped around his before making his way to the stairs, carrying me up them. I felt my back hit my mattress and Jughead was on top of me, his legs on either side of my waist and his hands already under my shirt. His had already been tossed over a chair in my room.

I flipped us over so I was on top,grinding my lower body in to his. Jughead let out a low groan, his head tilting upwards at the contact. My hands made quick work unbuckling his belt, pulling it off of him quickly and unbuttoning his jeans. Jughead looked at me impressed.

“No matter how many times you do that, I’m still pretty shocked at your skillwork.” Jughead’s arms went behind his head, a smirk now on his face.

“Don’t get too comfortable.” I taunted, my hands going behind my back.

I unclasped my bra, tossing it across my room somewhere. Jughead sat up quickly, his mouth already on my chest, littering my body with hickeys. He flipped us over again so he was in control, and pressed open mouth kisses down my stomach to my hips, his fingers curling under my sweatpants and dragging the waistband down and off of me. My breath hitched in my throat when I felt his lips on my thigh, leaving light little kisses up them until his mouth was over the fabric of my underwear. My back arched off the mattress at the feeling, my fingers gripping the sheets until my knuckles turned white. Jughead hooked two of his digits in to the side of my underwear, pulling them slowly down my thighs.

“Jug… Jug please.” I begged, not really in the mood to take things slow. Jughead pulled the fabric down the rest of my legs, and they went flinging in an unknown direction of the bedroom.Jughead’s head dipped down, and I was breathing intensely, my hands going to his hair and tangling in to the strands, gripping tightly.




“We’re both wild, and the nights young, and you’re my drug.”




Parties weren’t Jughead’s thing, but Cheryl was in fact now a part of our gang, and it was only fair to at least make an appearance. So, on Saturday night, I was getting dressed and ready to go to her party. I wore a simple blue dress a gold belt with a bow around my waist, and some black ankle boots. Veronica and Betty laid on my bed, chatting amongst the two of them while I finished my makeup. I was finishing my lipstick when Archie and Jughead walked in to my door, both of them surprisingly having smiles on their faces.

Jughead made his way towards me immediately, pressing a kiss to my temple and standing behind me, his arms wrapping loosely around my shoulders. I looked at him through my vanity mirror, blowing a kiss at him, and he blushed and rolled his eyes.

“Are you almost ready y/n?” Betty sighed exasperatedly. She say up from the bed, smoothing out her romper, and Veronica wrapped her an arm around her waist, leaning her head against her girlfriends shoulder

“Oh, Bets, let the poor girl take her time. It’s always classier to be fashionably late.” Veronica pressed a kiss to the shell of Betty’s ear and her face went red.

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We arrived on time to the party and everyone split up, Betty and Veronica dancing, Archie talking to Valerie, and my back to Jughead’s chest as we sunk in to a corner of the room, to have some privacy. His arms were around my waist, holding my tightly to his body while he pressed kisses to my neck, whispering incredibly sinful things about what he would be doing to me right this minute had we not been at Cheryl’s house.

I know that Jughead would have rather been at my house tonight, cuddled in to each other on my couch watching a movie, or just talking and being in each other’s presence, or even trying out some of the things he had been whispering to me. I felt a little sympathetic for him, but I knew just the way to cheer him up.

I turned around, my hands slipping in to his, and I pulled him towards the middle of the room. An upbeat song was playing and everybody was dancing and jumping around. Jughead huffed, not wanting to go, but I knew he wouldn’t resist if I tried hard enough.

I finally got him to the middle of the room, my hands lacing with his, my back pressed against his chest as my hips swayed back and forth to the music. I could feel Jughead was tense, so I gave him a little incentive by pushing my lower body in to his slightly, and I heard his breath shudder a bit before he was moving his body against mine and his lips were on my neck.

“we should go back to your place."Jughead whispered, his lips brushing against my skin. I tilted my neck so he could have easier access, taking his hands in mine and running them down the sides of my body. With the way his body was moving against mine, and all the things he had been sharing with me earlier, it would be an understatement to say I was worked up. I grabbed his hand again, weaving through the crowds and shouting a goodbye to Betty and Veronica before starting the trek to my house. Jughead and I walked hand in hand, slowing down every once in a while to kiss each other.


"When we get home, you’re in for it.”

“Oh, I know.”




“And you keep me in with those hips, while my teeth sink in those lips, while your body’s giving me life, and you suffocate in my kiss.”


Fuck, Forsythe.” I hissed, my nails digging in to his back. My hips moved slowly down on to his length, my fingers moving up his back and in to his hair. His hands were wrapped around my body, his lips biting harshly at my shoulder. When I felt my body adjust to him, I rose my hips before sinking back down on to him again.Jughead captured my lips with his, his teeth biting gently in to my bottom lip. We lazily kissed as I moved up and down slowly, my walls tightening around him slightly. Jughead held me as close to his body as he could, our chests pressed together.

I was on cloud 9 every time I was intimate with Jug. Everything about him was breath taking, and he was so beautiful when he was like this: his lips slightly parted, his curly hair matted down and sticking to his forehead, and his body shining from the warmth of our bodies colliding.

I started to move my hips a little faster, grinding down on to Jughead’s hips. Jughead buried his face in to the crook of my neck, and his arms wrapped around me even tighter, if that was possible. I used whatever energy I had left to move my hips faster, bringing Jughead and I both to the edge. I could feel the warmth in the pit of my stomach, warning me that I was close.

“F-fuck, Forsythe,I-”

“I know, baby.” Jughead began to meet his hips with mine on every thrust, one arm unwrapping from around my body to press the pad of his finger to my clit. I gasped at the sensation, my nails scratching against his back harder.

“Shit, shit, I-I’m-” I cut myself off, not having enough breath to finish my sentence. I felt my stomach tighten and then I was cumming on Jughead’s dick, a quiet moan escaping my lips. I kept thrusting against him, riding out my high while he chases his, soon I was being hit with overstimulation, but I powered through it, bouncing against Jughead as fast as I could.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, I’m gonna-” strings of curse words escaped Jughead’s lips as he flipped us over, pounding in to me as hard as he could. His lips went around on of my nipples, sucking harshly, and his fingers rubbed quickly and forcefully against my clit, drawing out another orgasm from me.

Before I knew it, I was cumming again, this time Jughead following as he came inside me. Jughead’s body collapsed on top of mine, not before pulling out of me slowly. My hands tangled themselves in his hair and his arms went back around my body, his head laying against my chest. I could feel his heart race against my own beating heart, and I looked down at my beautiful boyfriend, as I smiled.He was all mine.





“The way we love, is so unique, and when we touch, I’m shivering.”





I woke up to the light shining from my bedroom window, the rays of sun peeking through my curtains and casting rays of light along the sleeping bodies of Jughead and I. The night before had been our one year anniversary, and he “spent the night”, Which resulted in to this morning, the both of us naked in my bed. Jughead was already awake, his fingers tracing along my arms.Goosebumps ran along my skin at the feeling of his touch, leaning up to give him a kiss.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Jughead mumbled against my lips. I giggled as his fingers went to my sides, tickling me the slightest bit.

“Good morning, handsome.” I smiled down at him, my eyes practically in the shapes of hearts. I loved this boy to death. He was the most perfect thing I had ever found in this world.

“How are you feeling?” He asked me, his fingers stopping so his arms could wrap around my back. He pulled our bodies tighter together.

“I’m great.” I told him, leaning down to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. Jughead’s face scrunched up slightly and I giggle again, my hands cupping his cheeks.

“I love you, so much. So, so, soso much.” I started pressing kisses all over his face and I felt it scrunch up again before catching my lips with his. Jughead wasn’t a super affectionate person in public, so I loved these moments I had with him, hidden away under my covers, where it was just the two of us.





“And no one has to get it, just you and me.”






“I swear to god, you two are the most sickeningly cute couple in..in… In god knows what!” Veronica threw her hands up dramatically before slamming them down on to the table at the booth. She looked at the two of us, who sat across from each other. Jughead and I didn’t break our eye contact, still looking at each other and smiling brightly.

“Come on, V.It’s cute. They’re cute.” Betty defended, sitting across from her girlfriend.

“ I know, but look at them! All they do is stare at each other like its the morning after their first time.“ Veronica scoffed before pausing for a second. Her mouth opened in shock before she whispered loudly.

"You guys fucked!” Jughead and I broke apart at that, looking at Veronica with wide eyes. I was about to shake my head when Jughead interrupted.

“We’ve been fucking, V. Catch up.” Ronnie and Betty’s mouth fell open simultaneously at the confidence in Jughead’s voice.He leaned back in the booth and turned his attention back to me, cheekily winking at me. My cheeks grew hot as I looked back at my best friends, mouths still open in shock.

“You guys, you, you’re-” Ronnie stammered, looking back and forth at each other. Jughead and I started laughing at Ronnie’s reaction, and she sputtered.

“I don’t get your relationship. I seriously don’t.” Ronnie slumped in her seat, her chin resting in the palm of her hand.

“Cheer up, V. It’s y/n and Jughead. Nobody gets it except them.” Jughead and I had already tuned out Betty though, our attention going back to each other. Nobody had to understand our relationship, because it wasn’t theirs. It was ours, And it was perfect.

anonymous asked:

'#I'll never get over just how obvious his crush was... while also being something people were able to miss??#henrik just nailed it PERFECTLY' yeah i always think about because i totally get why people were skeptical and thought even was a fuckboy because he had a gf!! but also looking back he was SO into isak from the jump and it's so funny how obvious it truly was

I myself can’t really see people how people thought he fucking with Isak, because he was so clearly framed as the love interest, but I kind of like that they did? I like when people are working hard to read a story and have a lot of questions (when it pays off, lol). But I can DEF see how people were entirely taken in and thought he was cool and mysterious and “wtf is this guy’s deal!!” “wtf pt 2: he has a gf?????” alongside Isak.

It’s great that you can take just the first two episodes (I like to think about it before we even get to even’s room in mekke øl!) and nothing else and go “okay, whatever is going on with him… dude has a crush” though:

he’s legit not paying attention and scanning the room until he sees isak, wow…

he’s so nervous, how did I not notice how nervous he was??

do you know how hard I worked for us to have accidental eye contact

p l e a s e, he’s so happy a chance to talk to his crush fell into his lap like this

and then this shyest, crushiest little birdface!! he was so… obvious

I just love that it’s not that specific hints were dropped but rather if you watch Even closely, you can see it from his perspective the whole time. Henrik deserves a lot of credit imho for how well he walked that line and the directing/editing for showing you just enough but not too much. Production makes a huge difference, sometimes it’s down to the lighting and post processing! Do you remember how when Passe på meg aired with “I saw you the first day of school”, there was suddenly a deluge of people lightening the first meeting at kosegruppa and ‘discovering’ Even’s face then?? I laugh now at how perfectly D A R K those shots were:

And how much that worked to obscure his expression:

Everything about Even’s perspective in those early eps was so well done and it adds so much to the show that you can go back and see through his eyes once you know him better.

WARNING: LONG POST ABOUT A CARAT’S LOVE FOR SEVENTEEN. IT’S THEIR ANNIVERSARY AND THE FEELS ARE JUST TOO MUCH

I never thought this would happen.

I  never thought I would just  ‘Slip into the Shining life’ 

I never thought I would be a  Carat.

I fist discovered Seventeen with Adore U, their debut. But at that point I had only joined the kpop fandom for a few months and only liked older groups. I thought ‘how can someone Stan young groups?’ And so many of them…. I just learnt the names of Exo and Super Junior, how will I learn them too?!’

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What I Read This Week

(28/5/17)

I am SO ready for summer, I can’t wait until my finals are over so I can read more fics! There were some awesome updates this week and I also read some great new fics, enjoy!

Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts by Reiya, Explicit, 70k (WIP)
One small change alters the course of both Viktor and Yuuri’s entire lives, throwing them into a bitter rivalry that spans across many years and creates a world where they both tell a very different side to the story. THIS UPDATE KILLED ME ONFNJSDKBF every update kills me tbh bUT STILL

Canoe-dling: Not Prohibited by shereadsthestars, Mature, 12k
Yuuri is a seasoned counselor at Camp Okenoko who thought he was in for just another run of the mill, shenanigan filled summer with his friends. But he could not have been more wrong as he’s inevitably blindsided by the newest arrival.Enter one Viktor Nikiforov, who’s got the charms and good looks to woo whomever he pleases, and who’s interest is instantly peaked by none other than, Yuuri Katsuki. SO FUNNY OMG I died laughing while reading this omg LOVE!!

Singular by TrashKanForLife, Explicit, 14k (WIP)
Yuuri fiddled with the hem of his sweater, overwhelmed by the sheer formality of this floor. He’s sure his favoured pair of sneakers only cover about twentieth of the costs for the workers’ footwear and he wonders if they pay the salon daily for their sharp appearances. Yuuri does not belong here.
“Mr. Nikiforov will see you now.” 50 Shades of Grey AU but a kajillion times better!!! Must read!!!

The Bulge (Don’t Bring a Weapon to a Public Beach) by nagoyadelay, Mature, 2.9k
Victor posts a photo of Yuuri on instagram without realizing that it’s somewhat suggestive. A thirsty skating fandom collectively loses their shit. Another HILARIOUS fic, you have to read this!!

The Suffering of Potya by kiaronna, Teen, 3.8k
At first, Potya believes he’s going to the veterinarian. This means a great deal of cursing from Yuri, as he tries to unsuccessfully lure Potya into the pet carrier. But as in all things, his human wins, and Yuri stalks out the door with carrier in hand, only twenty minutes late. Potya accepts his fate.
Soon, he realizes greater horrors are in store for him: Yuri’s dropped him off with the dopey poodle couple, the snuggly and curly bastards. SO cute, I love how this is from Potya’s and the other pets POV!

Nocturne by Nostalgia-in-Starlight (UniverseEndingParadox), Mature, 6.9k (WIP)
It’s a charmed life, rife with luxury and glamour and a doting husband who gives him the world on a silver platter. But it’s also a peculiarly lonely life, being married to the underboss of one of the biggest ‘yakuza’ in operation. Victor wouldn’t trade it - or his husband - for any other world. Wow, LOVE this mafia AU, one of my faves for sure!

Money Shot by Ashida, Explicit, 21k (WIP)
So Yuuri waited, felt his heart edge back down from his throat as Victor let him catch his bearings, as he just sat and watched Yuuri calm down, patient even though the time he was paying for was ticking. “Strip for me, Yuuri.” came his first instructions in the lull of silence, the same words he always got, and this is how it always began. Guuuuuuuuuuurl I cannot WAIT to see what happens next after that update!!!

And Once Upon a Song by missmichellebelle, Teen, 12k (WIP)
A popular high school ice hockey star and a shy, academically gifted transfer student discover they share a secret passion for singing. When they end up accidentally auditioning for the lead roles in the school musical, it threatens East High’s rigid social order and sends their peers into an uproar. High School Musical AU!! Do I need to say more?? So good!

Kintsugi by witchbane, Explicit, 90k (WIP) ***Graphic depictions of violence (read the tags!)
Yuuri Katsuki is a hitman burdened with a debt he can never repay. His target: Viktor Nikiforov, next Pakhan to one of the most dangerous families in the Russian mafia. When the two are drawn into a treacherous alliance after a mission gone wrong, the bonds of love and loyalty to family and duty begin to unravel—even as they get more tangled up in each other. SUPER intense mafia AU that I am absolutely obsessed with! Not for the light of heart, but if you’re interested I would HIGHLY recommend this if you’re into mafia AUs!

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Here’s to another week of great fic reading! Be sure to give the authors some love!

Clueless (M)

A one-shot based on a request from @angustdissin. Hope you like it!

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Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Roommate! Jungkook, smut and fluff

Warnings: Slightly Dom!Jungkook

Word count: 7,469 words


You were greeted with the sound of the TV blaring from the living room when you opened the front door of your house. Although he couldn’t see or hear you, it didn’t stop you from letting out a small sigh accompanied with a smile to yourself as you untied your sneakers and put them away neatly on the shoe rack. The thick white socks you wore made your steps quiet.

As you padded into the house, you weren’t surprised to find your roommate sprawled on the floor with his back leaning against the lower half of the couch and his long legs stretched carelessly under the coffee table. He was staring at the show playing on his laptop on the table but you weren’t sure if he was really paying attention to it. At first you opened your mouth to check if he needed a call back to Earth, then you saw the gaggle of men and women sprinting across the screen and gasped.

“JUNGKOOK! How could you?!”

Your shriek of righteous indignation caused him to jump in surprise, knocking his leg against the table. He turned around, scowling at you while rubbing his palm over the injured spot. “Ow! What the hell?”

“You’re watching Survivor without me!” The accident didn’t matter to you, actually it was well deserved in your opinion for jumping the gun instead of waiting for you to come home.

“Oh,” he said, glancing at the computer screen for a split second before turning back to you. At least he had the decency to look and sound sheepish. “Sorry. I was trying to distract myself and I didn’t know what else to do.”

“How come you’re home so early, anyway?” You asked as you sat down on the couch next to where he was sitting on the floor. It wasn’t unusual, but you wanted to know what happened, as usual. Jungkook and you told each other pretty much everything. “Did she kick your loser ass out of her house?”

Jungkook snorted derisively, then paused to look up at you. “Maybe.”

You raised a skeptical eyebrow at his cryptic answer. Taking in the sight of him, long, muscly and handsome, one of his forearms propped up on a bent knee, looking cool as cucumber, you had a hard time believing any girl would kick him out of her house. Opening your mouth, you started to question this unlikely story but he cut you off before you could even utter a single syllable.

“Come on, let’s get ice-cream and pick up some snacks to munch on while we watch this,” he paused the show, stood up and offered a hand to you. The mention of ice-cream immediately distracted you from further interrogation and you placed your hand in his to allow him to pull you up.

“I still can’t believe you watched without me,” you muttered as you snatched your purse and followed him out the door.

A bark of laughter escaped from him and he clapped his arm around your shoulder. His knuckle grinding against the side of your head was teasing but it made you huff and squirm out of his grasp irritatedly. “I thought you’ve watched season twenty before.”

“Just because we’re rewatching them doesn’t mean that I appreciate you playing it without me,” you retorted. “We were supposed to see the whole thing together!”

“Relax, we can just replay that episode from the beginning,” he assured you. “I couldn’t pay attention to any of it anyway.”

After grabbing some chips from the convenience store and an ice-cream cone each from the ice-cream shop, the two of you took a relaxed stroll home. Your raspberry ice-cream was almost gone and you were eyeing Jungkook’s half-eaten one. He was quick to notice the longing look on your face and put on a show of slurping his dessert extra loudly with a smirk, just to annoy you. Catching yourself, you threw him a dirty look and fished for a topic to distract yourself from your sweet tooth impulses.

“So, what happened on the date? I thought you wouldn’t come home tonight. Either that or I have to put my headphones on full blast,” you grinned and elbowed him in attempt to make light on the situation. An eye roll told you that it failed to amuse him.

“The date was okay,” he shrugged. “I’d just rather spend the night finishing of this season is all.”

You wondered if the date really went well or if he got rejected and was too embarrassed to admit it. There was no reason for a young man like Jungkook to turn down the prospect of sex for a rerun of Survivor, no matter how good the show was. “Did she… not enjoy the date?” The question was far from tactful but sensitivity had never been your forte. It was a mark of impressive self-restraint on your part not to have asked him this before. The sad truth was Jungkook had never returned home late from a date. You never had to turn your headphones on full volume either.

Jungkook popped the last bite of the ice-cream cone into his mouth, munching slowly as he thought of an answer. “Maybe.” Another obscure response. You concluded that the date, like his previous dates with scores of other girls, was a failure and that he didn’t want to talk about it so you decided not to press the matter. When you brought around a change of topic, he seemed glad for the respite and participated in the new discussion with more vigour.

However, as you watched the contestants jumping in each others’ throats at the Tribal Council later, you found yourself unable to stop thinking about Jungkook’s dating life. It was incomprehensible that such a handsome, smart guy like your roommate to never have a successful date. At first you thought it was because Jungkook was picky, but when you asked him about the girls he went out with, he had nothing but good things to say about them. It couldn’t be that he had a bad personality either. You knew there were girls who would put up with class A jerks just because they were as good-looking and popular as Jungkook was.

On the contrary, Jungkook is a great guy. He was thoughtful, well-mannered and funny. You always found him to be good company. So why was it that for the time that you’d known him, he had never been a relationship or even went out with the same girl more than once?

“Do you pay for the girl’s share of the meal when you go out?” You asked suddenly.

Instead of answering, he tapped your shoulder gently with the hand that was resting on you, acknowledging that he’d heard you say something but was too preoccupied to answer. You forced yourself to focus on the screen. One of the contestants just dropped an unexpected bomb and Jeff, the host was expressing his surprise. When a man stood to cast the first vote, Jungkook used the arm that he had wrapped around your shoulders to squeeze you in apology and shifted his attention to you. “Sorry. What did you say?”

The brief window had given you the opportunity to second guess your decision to bring up the subject again, but you forged ahead anyway. “When you go on a date, do you pay for the girl’s meal?” You repeated.

“Mm-hmm,” he answered noncommittally.

“Did things get… awkward?” You continued, trying to pinpoint the problem.

“Not as awkward as you’re being right now.” His teasing earned him an elbow in the ribs.

“I’m serious, Jeon,” you admonished him.

Sighing softly, he returned, “Why do you care, anyway? It’s not as if you have a boyfriend. Shouldn’t you worry about yourself first?”

Had the statement come from anyone else, it might have been offensive, but this was Jungkook. His gentle tone and impassive face told you that there was no vicious intent behind them. You couldn’t tell him the real reason why you were concerned though. Not when you couldn’t even admit it to yourself. You’d had a crush on him ever since you moved in. However, you were too cowardly to voice it out loud, afraid that it would make things awkward between you. The thought of rejection was too scary and you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had with him, afraid to lose the comfort that he provided, the confidant you trusted and the companion you had when you were at here at home.

“You know I’m too busy to date.” That much was true. Juggling studies with a job was tough and tiring. All you wanted to do when you had any free time was just relax at home, so it didn’t give you many opportunities to meet new people. Besides, you had all the companion that you wanted in Jungkook, although that might change if he actually got a girlfriend. Even though the prospect of him dating someone else was daunting, you wanted it to happen, partly because you wanted him to be happy, but mostly because you hoped that if he was unavailable you would stop pining over him and move on. “I just care about you, that’s all.”

His expression remained inscrutable and no words came out of his mouth, so you went on, “Do you think you might have said or talked about something inappropriate or upset them in some way?”

Apparently he thought that the reading of the votes was more interesting than the subject at hand, because he turned his attention back to the screen. “They never said anything, so how would I know if I’d offended them?”

“True…” you said softly, prepared to digress and enjoy the rest of the show.

“Maybe you should teach me how to date properly,” the words came out in a mumble but you caught them. Thinking that it was a joke, you giggled and agreed. “Maybe I should, you hopeless boy!”

Suddenly he leaned forward to tap the space bar on the laptop to pause the video, jostling you out of the comfortable cuddle you two were in. “Will you let me take you out on a date, then?”

“What?” Eyes wide at the abrupt turn of events, you sputtered. “I - ah -”

“You’re free this weekend, aren’t you?”

You nodded mutely. Your weekends were always free, reserved for completing assignments and getting some highly-necessary resting time, and Jungkook knew this so there was no use pretending you had something better to do.

“Saturday it is, then,” he said. Satisfied that he had settled the matter, he put the video on play and gathered you back into his arms. The next few episodes you watched were a blur. You couldn’t believe what had just happened - Jungkook had asked you out on a date. A practice date, but still. Tilting your head up ever so slightly, you cast a glance at him. His eyes were trained on the moving images in front of him and you sincerely hoped that he didn’t notice your heart threatening to beat right out of your chest.

It was funny how time flew when you were anxious about something. In no time at all, the entire week passed by and it was almost Saturday noon. You had woken up at the crack of dawn and was too nervous to go back to sleep, so you had lain on your bed for hours until you heard Jungkook moving about his room. The sounds stirred you to traipse into the bathroom and take a shower before fixing some sandwiches to tide both of you over since he said he would be taking you out to dinner after your day out.

The destination of your date had been kept a secret from you so you were now standing in front of your mirror holding up clothes to your body, wondering what to wear. The entire contents of your wardrobe covered your bed but you still couldn’t decide on an outfit. He had said that it was casual, but you were unsure of how much effort you should put into this. It wasn’t a real date after all, you were just going out to see what he had been doing wrong during his numerous dates and perhaps offer him some advice. You didn’t want to look too eager. Still, a part of you wanted to look nice. It had been a long time since you went out on a date, and even though it was a pretend one, it couldn’t hurt to look the part.

Stepping out of your room, you found that Jungkook was already waiting for you. He was sitting on the couch, facing away but when he heard your door open, he turned around and the way the beautiful features of his face rearranged themselves told you that the effort you had put in was worth it.

You had slipped on a simple white dress with flowery lace lining the edges. Your hair wasn’t worn in the serviceable ponytail or the comfortable bun he was used to seeing, but was free, curling loosely down your back. The makeup you had put on was simple and minimal, but considering that you rarely wore any, you knew that it made a marked difference to your usual simple getup. Jungkook’s eyes traveled up and down, taking in your appearance in silent awe.

“Too much?” You asked, nervously fingering the bottom of your dress. He quickly shook his head.

“You look beautiful,” he said softly. His smile was returned with a tentative one of your own as you breathed more easily.

The moment was almost magical, both you and Jungkook were too absorbed in it to speak. He looked good, but he always did. He was wearing one of his nicer shirts paired with a pair of dark blue jeans, and his brown hair was combed neatly, his fringe covering most of his forehead. Then he spoke and broke the spell. “Shall we go then?”

For the first time, an awkward silence loomed over you and Jungkook as he drove his car towards the mysterious destination. Conversations, both silly and serious had never failed to flow between the two of you, but that was when you were friends and roommates just hanging out. It was funny how a different mindset changed all that.

Your fears soon proved to be unfounded though. Jungkook asked about the professor teaching one of your classes that he had taken the previous year and it broke the ice. The strict and boring professor had been thoroughly abused by the time Jungkook slid his hands along the steering wheel to park the car in reverse. In fact, you enjoyed gossiping about him so much that you didn’t notice that he had brought you to the aquarium that you had been dying to go to. Your head swiveled to look excitedly at him only to find that he was already grinning at you, happy to see your reaction.

“You remembered!” You exclaimed, impressed. Your desire to visit was only mentioned once in passing so you never expected him to remember.

He chuckled triumphantly. “Come on.”

You were surprised to find out that he had already purchased the tickets beforehand. A short argument broke out because he refused to accept your offer to pay for your ticket but he insisted, and you decided to let him have this one.

The aquarium was absolutely amazing. You couldn’t help ooh-ing and aah-ing over the sharks and stingrays swimming in the water underneath your white wedges, marveling at the stunning display of colourful corals between which smaller fishes darted. Jungkook pointed out Nemo and Dory, making the two of you giggle as you watched the bright fishes move among the coral reefs.

“Isn’t it mind-boggling to see a whole ecosystem in here?” he whispered almost reverently, staring at the brilliant array of underwater creatures in various sizes that gave the impression of colourful moving stars on a backdrop of a beautiful deep blue sky. You nodded, your head angled upwards to drink in the display of the underwater walk-through tunnel. No further words were needed to complete the moment. It felt like time stood still, neither of you moving until you finally pulled yourself out of your reverie to turn sideways to look at Jungkook.

He had an amused smile on his face when you caught him staring at you. Apparently he had been watching you enjoy the exhibit and was waiting for you to decide to move on. You flushed at the thought of him inwardly laughing at your open-mouthed gawking at the show. Clearing your throat, you said, “Ahem - should we move on?”

Turning around the corner to the next part of the exhibit had you squealing in delight when you laid your eyes upon black and white penguins. Rushing forward, you realised that you were dragging Jungkook by the hand and looked down in surprise. Since when did you start holding hands? You would never have had the guts to reach out for his hand, yet you couldn’t recall him taking yours either. It felt so natural that you didn’t notice it.

Following your gaze down to your joined limbs, Jungkook said casually, “What? Isn’t it normal to be holding hands on a date?”

“Yeah…” You agreed, but your voice trailed off. You could hardly believe that you were holding hands with Jungkook. Sure, you had cuddled with him lounging on the couch while you watched the tube, but that was more of a good friends-roommate thing. Somehow this was more intimate. Sensing your hesitation, he interlaced his fingers with yours, engulfing your hand in his big one in a more secure hold, as if unwilling to let you take it back.

Before you could comment on it, he had pulled you forward to gush at the African penguins. The waddling penguins thrilled you enough to allow you to recover from the shock, but his skin felt a little too warm against your palm. You suddenly were much too worried that he could feel it getting sweaty from nervousness to fully appreciate the effort that had been put into the tank to mimic the penguins’ natural environment. It got even worse when Jungkook leaned down to point out a pair of birds grooming each other in a nest box. His breathy laughter blowing in your ear sent electrifying chills down your spine but you pretended that nothing was wrong, that you weren’t having heart palpitations from close contact with your roommate in a middle of a public place.

The rest of the visit passed by in a blur. All you could think about was the way he made your heart beat fast and that you never wanted this day to end. When you got back from a bathroom break, he even bought a beautiful blue dolphin key chain for you, one to match the red one he got for himself. Upon closer inspection, a grain of rice floated in the blue liquid. The small white grain bore your name in minuscule writing, magnified by the fluid. “This is cool!” You exclaimed.

“Isn’t it?” He gushed, pleased that you were happy with the souvenir. You’d never seen him beam with such happiness that it flustered you. When he led you to the gorgeous aquarium restaurant, you barely took notice of the beautiful setting of the pristine white tables surrounded by an enormous tank teeming with aquatic life. The food was delicious but completely wasted on you as you tried to marshal all the concentration you could muster to keep up with the conversation. You must have done a good job because he seemed none the wiser, chatting about everything from studies to work to the great exhibits at the aquarium.

Any semblance of normalcy only returned to you when Jungkook called for the check. You had graciously let him pay for the entrance fee, so you absolutely refused to allow him to pay for dinner as well. A place such as this was undoubtedly expensive. Unfortunately, when the waiter returned, the check was given to Jungkook, who resolutely kept the slim black checkbook away from you. The aggravating man quickly slipped in his card into the fold and handed it back to the waiter before you could even say a word, grinning to himself over his success at paying for the whole thing.

“Why didn’t you let me pay?” You fumed. “I should’ve gotten that, you already paid for our tickets!”

“Weren’t you the one who told me that the guy should pay on a date?” He sniggered.

“Well, yes, either that or go dutch if the girl is uncomfortable with you paying,” you grudgingly agreed. “But this isn’t a real date!”

His laughter died at once, sunny expression giving way to hurt marring his gorgeous face. “Not a real date?”

Your hands toyed with the napkin in your lap, nervousness amped back up at his reaction. “Isn’t this supposed to be a practice date so we can figure out what you’re doing wrong?”

“Right,” he mumbled, accepting the receipt when the waiter came back with it.

The abrupt change in his demeanour was befuddling to you. The air became so thick with confusing tension that you felt guilty for an unknown reason, enough so that your intention of paying for the meal completely disappeared from your mind. Desperate to make things right, you fumbled for something to talk about and luckily Jungkook followed your cue. Easy conversation revolving around unimportant topics filled the drive home and at the end of the ride, the atmosphere was as light as it was before you committed that faux pas.

You’d never gone out on a date and return home with said date without having sex though. When you saw him pause after taking off his shoes, you knew that he was thinking of the same thing. The two of you stood near the entryway of your home, both unsure of what to do or say. Then the absurdity of the situation hit you.

“I know I’m supposed to be the one giving pointers today, but… what do people usually do at the end of a date?” You chuckled, completely forgetting that it was you who said that it wasn’t a date earlier.

Jungkook flashed you his signature shy smile that never failed to cause your heart to do a backflip. “I guess they say goodnight,” he shrugged.

“So…” You started, but you didn’t want to finish. Truthfully, you never wanted this to end. Even though you had said otherwise, it was the only date you’d have with Jungkook, and you wanted to prolong it for as long as you could.

“So…” He continued, moving forward and placing a hand on your shoulder. “Goodnight.” But neither of you moved.

Taking a deep breath as if steeling himself, he closed the remaining distance. The hand that was on your shoulder slid against your skin up your neck to cup the side of your face as he leaned down to kiss you.

The kiss was hesitant, just a gentle pressure applied behind his lips, giving you the choice of pulling away if the advance was unwanted. Contrary to his belief, you never wanted anything more. The shock at him finally kissing you, something that you’d only daydreamed about wore off extremely quickly. Resting your palms on his hard chest for balance, you tiptoed on the balls of your feet to kiss him back.

Upon sensing your reciprocation, Jungkook immediately deepened the kiss. His other hand cradled the back of your neck to tilt your head so he could crush his lips against yours roughly. His tongue traveled the line between your lips, a silent request for access, and it darted into your mouth the moment you acquiesced. Leisurely he explored your mouth, his tongue twirling with yours in a sloppy dance. A moan formed in the back of your throat as you felt heat starting to pool between your legs.

Then your eyes flew open. You couldn’t do this. If this continued, you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from jumping his bones. Where would you hide your face after he rejects you? For all you knew, you could have already made things awkward between you, and you didn’t want to incur further damage, so with great effort, you pulled away from him.

“Good - goodnight,” you panted, extricating yourself from him and running into your bedroom, closing the door behind you before he could say another word.

You leaned against the back of the door, still breathing heavily, and tried to regain your bearings. What had just happened? That was the best kiss you’d ever had your entire life. It was unbelievable that one kiss had managed to arouse you so much that you knew your panties were soaked through without even checking. You pushed yourself off the support of the door and sat on the bed, burying your face in your hands and groaning.

Jungkook was just casually kissing you goodnight, wasn’t he? Why did you have to go and make it all hot and bothered? Now things were going to be so weird with him. Even if by some miracle, your friendship wasn’t ruined, how would you be able to handle him having a girlfriend? Just the thought of another girl being the recipient of that burning, passionate kiss, having him hold her hand, even being the reason for his small smile was already making your gut twist into a painful knot.

That can be dealt with later, you thought. The most important thing was to salvage your friendship. You couldn’t let him know that you were nursing a crush on him, although now you were sure that it had progressed far past that stage. He might distance himself from you because he didn’t want to hurt your feelings by not returning them. You’d rather be hurt than be deprived of his company, even as a friend.

Making up your mind, you reached for your phone and scrolled through the contacts. You found the phone number of your classmate who had been begging for you to set her up with Jungkook. Before this, you were reluctant because you were secretly afraid that she and Jungkook would hit it off, but there was no help for it now. This was the best way to prove to him that the whole thing meant nothing to you.

The next morning found you grumpy but resolute. Jungkook has risen earlier than you did, as he usually did on Sundays so he could go on his morning run. He had already taken a shower and was munching on cereal at the dining table when you emerged from your room.

“Good morning,” you said, relieved that your voice came out sounding normal.

“Morning,” he returned, but his attention was still on the phone in his left hand. It didn’t deter you though.

“Listen,” you began, sitting on the chair opposite him, “There’s a friend of mine from class, Elly, she’s cute and really nice, and she’s been asking me to introduce her to you. What do you think?”

Finally, he looked up at you, his eyebrows raised. A moment later, his expression had become inscrutable and his eyes were trained on his phone again as he said, “Sure. Just give her my number, if you want.”

“Great,” you exclaimed with false enthusiasm. While you sent his number to your friend, he shoveled the rest of his breakfast into his mouth, got up to wash the dishes and walked out without saying another word. You didn’t think too much of it until he turned up just before noon to announce that he was going out on a date with Elly.

“That was quick,” you commented, trying to hide your surprise even as you felt your heart grow heavy as if it was filled with lead.

“No sense in waiting,” he shrugged. He was in and out of his bedroom in less than thirty minutes, but you noticed that he looked and smelled as nice as he did when he went out with you yesterday. It made you bite the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from frowning.

You desperately wanted not to care about his date, but here you were, still sitting in front of the TV watching a drama that you had never seen before. Since you hadn’t watched the previous episodes, nothing made sense but you couldn’t bring yourself to go into your room to do something that was probably more productive. You needed to know how the date turned out, even if you had to wait until tomorrow morning, although you prayed that it would not take that long.

Your prayers were answered when he returned not long after sunset. Although your heart lightened at the possibility that nothing too intimate had happened, you couldn’t help calling out to him, “Back so soon?” Right after you heard the front door bang shut.

“Yeah.” He was lingering near the doorway, presumably taking off his shoes.

“How did it go?”

“Okay,” he answered shortly as he marched into his room. The door closed with a final click.

You pouted, even though there was no one around to see it. Why was he in such a foul mood? He had never disregarded you like that before. Did the date turn out badly? It couldn’t have been his doing. If yesterday was any indication, Jungkook knew how to treat a girl well. Was it your friend who was at fault, then?

For the first time after hours of sitting on the couch, you got up to your bedroom to call her. She picked up within the first three rings.

“Hi Elly,” you said, wondering how you could go about this without being suspicious. “Jungkook just got back. Did everything go well? I didn’t expect him back so early.”

“It was okay, I guess,” she said in a similar manner to Jungkook’s. Then she sighed heavily. “Actually I asked him if he wanted to go back to my place but he said no. To be honest, the whole time he didn’t seem to be interested at all. Maybe he’s just not ready for a relationship. Or anything casual, even. I did make it clear that I didn’t mind not being exclusive or anything. Do you think it was me?”

After reassuring her that she wasn’t at fault, you headed to Jungkook’s bedroom. Your head was spinning but you needed to get to the bottom of this. The door opened to a very astonished Jungkook. The two of you spent most of your waking hours in the house in the living room together, but you rarely bothered each other once you were in your bedrooms. It was an unspoken agreement that your own rooms were your sanctuary; your private space.

“Can we talk?” You asked nicely, not wanting to sound confrontational right off the bat.

“Of course,” he said, stepping aside so you could enter. He gestured you to sit on the chair by his desk whereas he sat on the edge of his bed.

“I just talked to Elly,” you decided to dive right in. “She said that you didn’t seem to be interested in her, or any part of the date. Was there something wrong with her?”

“She said that, huh,” he chortled, but there was no humour behind it. “I didn’t realise that I had been so obvious all this time.”

“What do you mean?”

“The reason I didn’t seem interested was probably because I wasn’t.”

You were confused. If he didn’t want to date, why did he go on so many? “You’re not interested in dating, or is it Elly? She’s a great girl.”

“There’s nothing wrong with Elly,” he dismissed with a wave of his hand. “I am interested in dating.”

He was still being as cryptic as ever and your patience was wearing thin. “Jungkook, can you just cut the bullshit and tell me what the problem is? It’s clearly not your dating skills, or the girls you’ve been going out with.”

“You want me to be clear? Fine, I’ll be clear with you.” His expression had turned dark and moody. “I want to date, but the only person I’m interested in dating is you, okay?”

He couldn’t have been more clearer than that, but his statement had you dumbfounded. “Me? But - I thought - why didn’t you tell me before?”

His sigh was heartfelt. “You don’t seem interested in me, and I was afraid of jeopardising our friendship. Do you know how hard it was for me to finally ask you out that night? I used a stupid excuse to ask, but I did. It really hurt when you said that it wasn’t a real date.”

“I’m sorry,” you said remorsefully. How were you to explain that you did it to protect yourself? Even now when he was pouring his heart out, you were scared. It seemed too good to be true.

He continued as if you hadn’t said anything. “Then there was that kiss… it was amazing. You kissed me back, and I wanted it to be more, so much more, but you practically ran away from me. Then this morning you were so quick to set me up with your friend. If that wasn’t a clear rejection, what was?” Again, he emitted that hollow laugh. “Look, just forget that I said all this okay? I don’t want things to be weird between us.”

“Jungkook, you got it all wrong.” He had been honest with you. It was your turn to be forthcoming with your own feelings, especially now that you know that he felt the same way. “I’ve had a crush on you since the first day I met you. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to lose you as a friend. I had no idea that you like me. Come on, a guy like you with someone like me?” You snorted.

The genuinely bewildered look on Jungkook’s face was absolutely adorable. “What do you mean, someone like you? You’re perfect.” Before you could argue, he asked, “If you like me, then why do you push me to go on dates? Why are you so determined for them to be successful?”

“Because I hoped that if you’re with someone else I could forget about you,” you admitted in a small voice.

“So all this time, we’ve liked each other but both of us were too stupid to say anything?” He asked incredulously.

“We’re idiots, aren’t we?” You laughed. You had never felt so light and giddy. The person you had a crush on, who had become such an important person to you, actually felt the same way you did!

“Come here,” he commanded, and you walked the few steps towards him. When you got close enough, he grabbed your hand and pulled you downwards so that you fell into his lap with a squeal. His face was so close to yours that you could feel puffs of warm air hit your face as his breathing accelerated. You could feel your own pulse beat irregularly from the anticipation. “Let’s promise never to keep things from each other again, okay?”

You grinned and nodded your agreement. If only you’d known how he felt… you wanted to lament over lost time, but that was pointless and the important thing was you knew now. Did he ever look at me so lovingly before? You wondered, gazing back at him as he tenderly brushed away a strand of stray hair, tucking it behind your ear. The same hand rested on the back of your head to push you to meet his lips. The kiss was not hesitant as the previous one was. It was hungry, passionate, his arms circling around you to hold you tightly in his arms as he bruised your lips.

You’d never known that he was this assertive and rough before. The Jungkook you knew was considerate, soft and very gentle. It was as though you were discovering a whole new side of him; the Jungkook who had kept his feelings from you for almost a year for the sake of your friendship. Along with this revelation, you also found out something about yourself: you had always loved the roommate you’d known for months, but this Jungkook drove you crazy. You returned the kiss with equal fervor, and the more you moaned, the more insistent he became.

However, you wanted more of him. You wanted all of him. So you broke the kiss, ignoring his protests and pulled his shirt off. Sinking to your knees, you tugged on his grey sweatpants and he raised his hips obligingly to let you pull it down with his boxers, having caught on. His painfully hard erection almost hit your face as it burst free of its confines. It had been a while since you had sex and the sight intimidated you at first, but you grabbed the base with your fist. Your hand looked small wrapped around the throbbing shaft, the end of which oozed with precum, and your tongue darted out to flick it into your mouth. Above you, Jungkook hissed and raked his fingers through your hair. Taking the hint, you ran your tongue along the underside of his cock until you reached the head, swirling all over the reddened tip.

The fingers in your hair tensed. You looked up at him and smirked at the mess that you’d reduced him to. Under his hooded lids, his brown eyes had blown dark with lust. He was looking at you like a starved hyena, and it shot arrows of hunger right down to your lower region. Never taking your eyes off of his, you took him into your mouth, slowly descending upon his length until you’d swallowed all of him. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes as you fought the gag reflex but you held your ground. You kept still but you swallowed several times around him, making him groan at the sensation before you pulled yourself back, gasping for air.

After recovering a little, you started to bob your head up and down his cock. Your hand pumped from the base to meet your lips. Humming against his length, you enjoyed his moans as the vibrations heightened the sensation. Every once in a while you broke the rhythm by taking him whole inside your mouth like you did at first. Then you retreated to suck hard on the head, allowing your fist to twist lightly as you pumped his cock. You could hear him snarl just before he tugged you off of him completely.

“Don’t you think you’re being unfair, you little tease?” His voice had grown coarse and gravelly with the prolonged stimulation, but it only served to arouse you more. He yanked you off the floor, throwing you onto the bed and made quick work of the little clothes you wore. In no time, your nightshirt, bra and panties had joined his clothes on the floor and you were completely bare before him. His lips met yours briefly before it trailed down your neck to your chest. You could feel his wet tongue circling your nipple while his fingers toyed with the other one, teasing them into hardened peaks. Satisfied with his work, he blew lightly on the sensitive tips, making you mewl before he moved further down.

Your legs were pressed tightly together, reluctant to show him just how wet he had gotten you, but he was having none of it. He pried them open to stare at your soaked core. “You’re dripping onto the sheets,” he commented with satisfaction, his strong hands keeping your legs spread when you tried to close them in mortification. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t help you clean this up, hmm?”

Boyfriend? You didn’t get a chance to question him because he dipped his head between your legs and robbed you of any coherent speech. His tongue licked strips up your slit, lapping up your juices, and it was your turn to tug on his dark brown hair as he explored your folds with his tongue. The rough pads of his thumb flicked over your clit repeatedly, bringing you towards an orgasm with every lightning speed movement. All thoughts of dignity completely forgotten, you pressed him into your mound with your hands even as your hips angled upwards to ride his face. He didn’t complain, simply groaning with gratification at hearing his name fall from your lips as you came undone, a rush of liquid gushing out into his mouth.

You were still dazed when he picked you up to move you with him further up the bed. Depositing you onto the pillows, he hovered over you, enjoying your frazzled, contented appearance. He kissed you again, pulling at your swollen bottom lip between his teeth as his fingers made their way back to your pussy. You squirmed from over sensitivity but he was relentless. Two long fingers slipped into your slick heat and he started finger fucking you roughly. The discomfort from being overstimulated soon gave way to mounting pressure and you felt another coil of pleasure tightening in your belly. You couldn’t pull away, not from his kiss, not from his hands, in fact, you clutched onto his muscled arms and your legs wrapped around his back, bringing him even closer to you.

Any call for him was swallowed by his mouth as you burst for the second time around his fingers. He kept them moving, helping you ride your orgasm to completion, letting you hold onto him for support as you shook beneath him. Breaking the kiss, he looked into your bleary eyes, and you felt the hard, engorged tip of his cock pushing against your entrance. “You’re so mean,” You whispered, but lifted your head up to engage him in another kiss, giving him permission to slowly enter you.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he breathed against your lips when he’d bottomed out inside you. Incapable of any words, you moaned in agreement. You had never felt so good, and it only got better once he started moving. Gradually, he built up the pace until he was plowing into you hard, the sound of his hips slapping against yours accompanied the moans and groans that filled his bedroom. His thrusts grew so forceful that he had to hold onto your waist to keep you in place.

“Look at me,” he whispered, and your eyes opened to see him looking down at you. His gaze was so intense that you turned your head to the side to avoid the burning eyes that were piercing into your soul, but he grabbed your chin to make you face him again. “No, don’t you dare look away. I want you to look at me as I fuck you to oblivion.” You squealed as his dirty words were punctuated with a sharp snap of his hips into you, making you close your eyes before a growl reminded you of his command and you opened them again.

He was pushing you towards the edge again embarrassingly quickly, but you didn’t care. His pink lips muttered your name over and over again as his thrusts became more sporadic, telling you that he was getting close himself. “Jungkook,” you whimpered, the impending orgasm overwhelming your whole being.

“Come for me,” he implored, his dark eyes still locked onto yours. Sweat dripped from the ends of his hair onto your cheeks from the exertion. He had never looked so beautiful. The plea caused you to topple off the cliff, screaming his name and arching your back, pressing your sensitive nipples against his broad chest, heightening the sensation of your walls clamping down on his cock as you writhed and shook violently beneath him.

Your tightening channel on his throbbing cock proved too much for him to withstand, and with several hard thrusts, he groaned loudly and slowed down. You could feel the warmth of his seed filling you up inside as he pounded a few more times into you, letting it all out before stopping completely. Short kisses followed, none too long for both of you needed to fill your lungs with air, but the thought of not kissing him was repugnant.

“Looks like you don’t have to ask me how my dates go anymore,” Jungkook said shortly afterwards as you cuddled contentedly on his bed.

“Why not?”

“Because you’ll be there to see how they go yourself, silly,” he chortled and pinched your cheek. “Y/n, you’ll be my girlfriend, won’t you?” He asked, suddenly unsure of himself.

“Of course,” you answered, tilting your head up to kiss him so he wouldn’t see your blushing face.

fan-of-all-trades  asked:

Hi! I just want to tell you how huge a fan I am of your books. I'm sure you hear this a lot, but you are an amazing author, and your books and characters are so well written and interesting. I just wanted to ask if you've ever thought about including or will include an Arab/Muslim Shadowhunter family/character in one of your books? I'm an Arab Muslim, and it would be nice to see good Arab Muslims in Western media, considering all of the stereotypes against us. Thank you for reading this message.

Thank you for your kind words! 

In the Last Hours, Cordelia and Alastair’s mother Sona is Persian. Her kids are biracial and were born in what was then Persia. (TLH is set in 1903.) 

The thing is, Shadowhunters have their own religion. They worship Raziel, and as such, they can’t be Muslim or Catholic or belong to other religions the way mundane humans can. However, they do live spread out across a world that contains many different beliefs, and bits of regional culture do bleed over into the lives of the Nephilim. Jem speaks often of beliefs (reincarnation, the Wheel of Life) that are specific to Buddhism. Though Cristina prays to the Angel Raziel literally, there is a lot about her beliefs that is tinged with Catholicism and echoes of the culture she grew up around. So in essence, Cordelia and her family have absorbed some of the surrounding culture and religion, like Jem did when he was growing up in Shanghai. So you won’t be seeing Muslim Shadowhunters quite yet (not in 1903), but you will see Shadowhunters whose lives are tinged with Islam and stories from the Koran. There may also well be Muslim Downworlders!

I hope you will like Cordelia and her family! And if you get a chance to read Magisterium, the female lead character, Tamara, is an Iranian-American Muslim girl.

As a long time fan of Archie comics, lets talk about Barchie.

I have told y’all before that I have been a long time reader of Archie comics since I was a little girl. I have had a lot of fans of the show writing to ask about the love triangle dynamic/Barchie relationship in the comics. I have also noticed a number of fans who have not read the comics thinking that the triangle has to happen or that Barchie is a given.

Long ass meta post for those who are curious.

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boyfriend! sehun

Originally posted by sehunicorne

  • the whole relationship is basically him acting like he doesn’t care when he actually cares way too much
  • it could be something as simple as going out to eat,
  • “sehun what do you want to eat”
  • “i don’t care you pick”
  • “ok how bout pizza-”
  • “mmmmm, no i kinda want thai food”

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just a thing about Bakugo’s name

I love kanji, studying it in my free time is what I do when I’m not writing or making crappy fan art because boy do I need to get better at writing it, but while going through my manga a few minutes ago, I came across something that made me simultaneously angry and giggly.

The kanji for Bakugo’s name is 爆豪勝己 lit: explosion powerful victory self, which just totally gives away his character and quirk right off the bat, since his quirk is 爆破, explosion.

When his parents are introduced, we find out their names are Mitsuki and Masaru. And while this means nothing to someone reading the manga in English, for those of us who read it in Japanese (friendly neighborhood admin does the nihongo) the kanji used for their names are interesting, and this is where I was like *growls with anger while trying not to laugh*

Katsuki’s mother’s name, Mitsuki uses these kanji: 光己 lit: light self. It’s a pretty name, but she shares the same last kanji in her name as her son, Katsuki, the same 己

So, when I saw Katsuki’s father’s name, Masaru, I wanted to punch a wall because this kid’s name is literally just his dad’s name + the second half of his mom’s name I’m so f*cking mad rn

Masaru Bakugo’s name is written as 爆豪勝 lit: explosion powerful victory, but instead of being read as かつ (Katsu) like Katsuki’s name, it’s the nanori (a special reading for a kanji when used as a name) Masaru.

Bakugo’s parents decided that they were going to name their kid after themselves. Not only is he Winning Dude McPowerfulExplosion, his parents just combined their names! He’s My Parents Really Wanted To Name Me After Them Wining Dude McPowerfulExplosion. And I thought we’d seen it all when it came to Horikoshi’s naming of his characters being redundant. Katsuki was actually the first character whose name I got irrationally upset about when he was first shown.

A lot of the characters in the series suffer similarly cruel fates for their names, like my boy Tetsutetsu (鉄哲徹鐵, lit: iron intelligent/wise/sagely piercing iron, with the last kanji being an archaic kanji for iron); his name is composed of all different kanji with the same reading, but it’s so damn redundant it’s painful for me every time I see it. At least the only part of Izuku’s name that gets beaten over your head is the Deku reading that Katsuki points out when they’re little kids…

Just thought other people might find this interesting, though I’m sure someone has probably already pointed this out before at some point.

anonymous asked:

Hi River! Can you link us to some meta, analysis, commentary, or basic evidence of Sherlock being trans, particularly in BBC Sherlock? I just haven't really read anything in depth about this so I'm interested to know more. Thanks!

hey! i’m just going to compile my own list of things i’ve caught but you can certainly go to @marcelock‘s trans sherlock tag for more!!!

so firstly, most of the canonical evidence is in s3 and tab but i thought i’d start with something that caught my attention in the great game

here, sherlock is excitedly giving his deduction about the golem

and john, pressed about the earlier confrontation he had with sherlock about moriarty, and impatient, replies with this

which leads sherlock and lestrade to have these reactions:

now QUITE obviously sherlock and lestrade know something here that john does not. lestrade looks down and away immediately after john’s comment and sherlock looks at lestrade with a look which vehemently reads “don’t say anything, he doesn’t know” 

to me, this is an extremely obvious misgendering of sherlock that john does ignorantly and unintentionally because he honestly doesn’t know, and i can adhere to this personally because it has happened to me on multiple occasions 

now, throughout the next 10 minutes of the episode sherlock distances himself from john by telling him that they should split up to get more done, which isn’t an unusual occurrence but it is DEFINITELY unusual when john is doing something that only police should be doing (interviewing the dead man’s roommate) 

i see this as sherlock needing to distance himself from john for just a little while because of the earlier instance. he’s obviously not mad, just a bit upset and jarred but as you can see by the end of the episode everything between them is completely fine again

in s2 there isn’t much in the way of physical evidence like above, it’s more subtextual, in asib it is brought up at least twice that i can remember that sherlock is a virgin 

“sex doesn’t alarm me” “how would you know?” 

“he calls you the ice man and the virgin” 

this can be attested to that sherlock is just a genuinely awkward person and uncomfortable with contact as such but it can easily be read that because he is trans that he experienced and experiences body dysphoria which would lead to him not being comfortable with his own body, let alone allowing someone else to be with it so intimately 

“but what about top surgery scars?????” you may ask

not all trans people get double mastectomies!!! some of us don’t ever get surgery! but sherlock could have easily had the key hole operation which would not leave the double incisions on the chest that you see on many trans men 

sherlock having little to no body hair is also incredibly telling, as many trans men, even on testosterone, are unable to grow it and if they do it’s usually patchy

in both thob and the google maps of 221b, there is an injection gun sitting on the table

injection guns are used to inject medication accurately and frequently, and, sherlock constantly on the move for cases, would need to administer his testosterone quickly and efficiently

now, in The Trans Sherlock Show (s3) there is so much evidence that he’s trans it makes my head spin

the VERY first scene we see sherlock in, he has absolutely no facial hair, yet, the hair on his head is literally down to his shoulders

where did he find the time to shave yet not cut his hair??? he didn’t

sherlock was unable to have access to testosterone in the field for 2 years is what happened, so it stunted his facial hair growth 

there is literally no other explanation for this like

moving on to tsot

sherlock loves dancing and always has which isn’t that unusual for men anymore, but his love for dancing does not explain the fact that he can do a pirouette perfectly? he would have had to go through extensive training to complete such a move, and many parents put their “little girls” in dancing lessons

during the stag night and sherlock and john’s drinking game, sherlock drunkenly asks questions that john answers to validate him, not the person on his head

“am i human?”

“am i a man?”

“tall?”

“nice?”

“clever?”

“am i important?”

“do people like me?”

sherlock is obviously seeking validation from john, and he just wants to know what he is to people and how people see him

later in this scene sherlock also says “beauty is a construct based entirely on childhood influences and role models” which is a really… trans thing to say. he’s talking about beauty and looks but those are as performative as gender, gender is literally performing a look, how you want to be perceived and how you want others to perceive you

hlv now!!!

as a little aside and a line that i always laugh at anderson asks sherlock if he has “one hole or two” and sherlock abashedly says “sorry?!” and obviously they’re talking about the gunshot wound but it’s just a funny trans joke to me

anyway! “how can sherlock be trans if he is clearly a little boy in his mind palace!!!” sherlock can imagine himself however he wants in his mind palace folks and children are mostly androgynous in formative years so this could have been how he looked or he’s picturing himself as such

now the 2 hospital scenes, one with janine and the deleted scene with magnussen 

first the janine scene: 

“you lied to me, you lied and lied” 

“just once would have been nice”

sherlock, awkwardly, “i was waiting until we got married”

“you shouldn’t have lied to me, i know what kind of man you are. we could have been friends”

now this can be read as both a reveal of sherlock being gay AND trans

“but it can only be about him being gay!!!” you might say

then explain the magnussen scene:

magnussen, a man who blackmails people for money, is blackmailing sherlock about his “musician’s hands”

but this comment quickly turns into calling them “woman’s hands,” and sherlock looks at magnussen in fear - he knows his secret

this deleted scene completely explains sherlock’s vehemence toward mycroft near the end of hlv when mycroft asks sherlock why he hates magnussen so much

and finally the tarmac scene, when sherlock says “sherlock is actually a girl’s name”

this can be interpreted a couple of different ways in terms of him being trans

sherlock could be saying here that sherlock was his birthname and he wanted to keep it, but needed a masculine name on legal documents, hence william sherlock scott holmes, because sherlock is quite an androgynous unusual name

or, he could be saying that he was born a “girl,” and that his being carries along that sentiment even though he had chosen sherlock during his transition. either way, he’s literally saying he’s trans

onto tab, 

sherlock has no facial hair at all, yes he could be cleanly shaven, but as this is the 1890s hrt doesn’t exist yet so he wouldn’t be able to actually grow it

sherlock, perhaps having noticed, or not caring to notice because hooper is in the same predicament as him, has not said anything about the fact that hooper is, for lack of a better term, “a woman dressed in man’s clothing”

hooper could be a trans man just like sherlock, hence him not saying a single thing because he himself is trans as well and would not dare to out hooper

I LITERALLY HAVE NO COMMENT????? THIS IS THE MOST TRANS LINE I HAVE EVER COME ACROSS IN CINEMA 

in the end scene, when sherlock tells john that he “would be very much at home in such a world” and that he’s always been a man out of his time, it’s fairly obvious that sherlock knows he could better himself in current day, that he could be the man he wanted with access to what he wanted in the 21st century (testosterone, surgery, etc) 

and finally after all of that! the big doozy of yesterday in which we all learned that sherlock literally leaves his t needles all over 221b! a major thank you to @sidryan for that!

anyway that’s all! sherlock is trans thanks for coming to my ted talk

anonymous asked:

can you do a haikyuu (or bnha) fic rec :'D

Sure, I can do both! Buckle up kids, it’s gonna be a very long post! (Putting it under a read more not to clog up your dashes!)

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i was scrolling through tumblr and i came across a post analysing dan’s phanfic ‘The Urge’ (i reblogged the post, go to akinatorphan.tumblr.com/tagged/the+urge or just search 'the urge’ if you’re on mobile, i HIGHLY recommend, it showed me a whole other, deeper side of the fic). the first time i heard it i was amazed by dan’s poetic descriptions and just how much effort he put into that story. 'The Urge’ is basically dan’s biggest fear - phil dying. but he captured everything so well and each and every word just fits. (go read the analysis for many more secret gems)  

i believe dan is a type of person who likes to hold on to memories. after all, he is the one who suggested both tabinof and tatinof so that dan and phil can provide us, their audience, some proof, evidence or just a physical thing to hold on to if the internet highly fucks up and somehow deletes youtube or whatever. but i feel like it means a lot to dan as well when we’re talking about memories. it proves to him that what he and phil have created is real. personally, if i was in dan’s shoes i would want something to remember their whole little world by as well. 

dan has a way with words. he speaks very eloquently and that is something we have experienced many times in his liveshows. (but at the same time he is the guy who burned pasta in university cause he didn’t know he had to put water, bought bird food for a snack and many more mishaps, he amazes me tbh). i wouldn’t be suprised at all if he has journals and notebooks and notes that are filled with his thoughts, goals and ideas. he seems to be the type of person that loves expressing themselves and does that because it’s therapeutic, and what’s better than writing everything down and letting your words swim on paper? (this is just one more dan thing that i can relate to. i love writing. i have been keeping a diary/journal/whatever for years now and i just started another one. i rant on paper and write letters i’ll never send. i try to capture my memories - why? for the same reason. i want to make sure it’s real and i don’t somehow forget it.) 

(if it wasn’t obvious by now) i love dan. he really inspires me in a ton of ways and hearing his thoughts and opinions are my favourite parts of his liveshows (not to mention his voice is very soothing). that’s why i would love to hear more. 

just imagine it - a whole proper book. a novel written by him. i’d praise the shit out of that on my bookshelf. i just believe it would be so interesting to see a whole another world stitched by dan. characters, plot, dilemmas, scenery (with his descriptive writing skills? sign me up) and so much more. it doesn’t even have to be a fiction book. i’d just love to read more of his general opinions.

we don’t really have much insight into dan’s (or phil’s) aspirations outside of youtube. does dan want to write? does phil want to make his own film? who knows? all i’m wondering is if dan ever thought about writing a book of his own. i’m really curious about that.

anonymous asked:

Hey its 2 AM and I just thought of something that I needed to ask someone who would understand (cause none of my friends have played V's route yet)... doesn't it... seem like Cheritz forgot V has a sister?? Or did I just miss something?

HNNNG YOU STRUCK A NERVE OF MINE LOL 

I honestly wrote a looong rant about this EXACT FACT in my review of the V route but I erased it because I decided I was being too extra and I should focus more on the route itself and relevant changes to what was actually there, rather than a rant about missing characters. 

SO 

where the hell did she go ??? It’s not like we made her up. It’s printed right there in the VIP package that he has a sister 

Yet he was basically shown as an only child in the route? I don’t get it. I was guessing they just forgot all about it. (;¬_¬)

At least, that’s what I THOUGHT at first. That they forgot

But if you read that box again, you’ll see– 

“Father, mother, sister, all CURRENTLY living abroad.” Currently. 

I believe when they wrote this, they honestly weren’t expecting to be expanding so much on his family. They weren’t planning on releasing a route for him. And we know for a fact his mother and father are not (or were ever?) together living abroad in V route so in conclusion… 

It’s not that they simply forgot about the sister, they just changed his background entirely to give us a more interesting story to read. They changed the dynamic of his family. 

Kinda stinks because I was honestly looking forward to seeing him and his sister, and the dynamic between them as well as the parents. I always wondered what she would be like and what talents she would have. I also pondered a lot about how her and Jumin would get along, haha. But oh well, what can ya do. I guess in erasing the sister, they strengthen that bond between Jumin and V with the whole “only children” thing. 

Just Right

(Bucky x Reader)
Thank you anonymous requester!

Summary:

Reader has been secretly drawing Bucky for a long time, but can never seem to get his eyes just right. In frustration, one day she storms over to him and demands that he sit still so she can finally get his eyes right.

Warnings: Nada

As an artist, you loved observing the diverse people who passed through, and lived in the Avengers tower. Ever since you joined the team about 3 months ago, you have had a keen interest in your team members eyes. They all held so much, and although you were able to read their thoughts, you felt you could learn so much more from simply looking into their eyes.

“Why can’t I just get them right?” You groaned to yourself as you rubbed your eraser aggressively against the paper of your sketch book.

You’re a talented artist, this shouldn’t have been difficult, but you could not draw Bucky’s eyes for the life of you. You tried day after day, but were unable to get them perfect, making you ever so frustrated. You scanned the room to see if he was nearby, but you couldn’t hear his thoughts. You hopped up off the couch and made your way to the place where Bucky could almost always be found, the gym. You opened the glass doors and he immediately caught your eye. You watched as he performed multiple different exercises, but couldn’t get a good view of those piercing blue eyes. You had had enough, you were going to get this right.

“Hey Bucky”

“Hey-” Before he could finish his sentence you interrupted him.

“Could you please sit still, for just like one minute, please.” You demanded.

“Uh, yeah forsure.” He sat up and grabbed his water bottle, enjoying his break.

All your teammates loved it when you drew them, it made them feel special.

“Thank you, y’know I just can’t get your eyes right and it drives me crazy. I hope this isn’t weird, I just-” You babbled, scribbling down on your paper.

“No, I love it.” He chuckled showing that beautiful smile you had drawn so many times before.

“Okay I think I finally got them!” You exclaimed in pure joy.

“Well let me see.” He inquired impatiently with his arms outstretched.

You passed him your sketch book and watched his eyes light up as he flipped through the pages.

“Wow Y/n, this is amazing!”

“You really think so?” He asked shyly.

“Absolutely! The amount of detail. Just fantastic.” He seemed to be in awe.

You were so pleased with yourself, until you remembered that you had whole page of drawings of you and Bucky together. You had a little crush on him ever since you joined the team, and you really expressed it through your drawings.

“Hey could I have that back I just remembered i have to prep for a mission?” You questioned frantically, if he ever saw those drawings you’d hate yourself.

“Oh my… Wow!” He stumbled on his words, you knew it was too late.

You remained silent as he examined the sketches intently. He ran his fingers over the lines you had drawn and a smile emerged on his face. You tried not to listen to his thoughts, but you couldn’t help but hear his happiness, not disgust to your surprise.

“I know you know what I’m thinking already, but I’m going to say it anyway. I am so relieved you have feelings for me, because you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

Before you had the chance to react, his lips were against yours. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled away slowly, staring deeply into your eyes.

“That wasn’t too much was it?” He questioned nervously.

“Absolutely not.”

You could tell this was going to be the start of something good.

Monsta X as Boyfriends

a/n: This is based off of my personal opinion and surface area look at their natal charts! 💖

Shownu: This dude isn’t called a robot for nothing (lol) He truly isn’t that demonstrative when it comes to affection or emotions, but he isn’t just a hunk of metal. Emotions are prevalent, but within him rather than outside of him. Emotions rule his thought and decision making process, which is eventually what makes him pursue you. At first, he was sure that he’d rather just mess around than commit, but eventually his feelings got the best of him. He’s quiet even within your relationship, but a little more open with his actions. Expect 0 PDA, but tons of affection behind closed doors. He’d be the kind to silently protect you and at a distance – he will not hover over you. He’d hold you close at night and in the wee hours of the morning, snuggling you and pulling you close. Overall, he’s the dedicated, silent, protective boyfriend.  

Wonho: This guy is ALWAYS on the go. Get ready for a lot of “I saw this new fusion restaurant in the city, let’s go try it out!” but at like, 10pm, after you’ve already washed your face for bed. He’s that kind of guy. You don’t stay annoyed with him for very long because he’s truly a sweetheart who knows how to gas you up. He’ll run his fingers through your hair, cooing about how beautiful you are and how lucky he is. He’s a touchy guy, so expect lots of handholding and arms around your waist in public (although this is mostly just because he’s EXTREMELY protective.) He’s your number one fan, and he’d expect the same in return from you. Overall, a very sweet lover who likes to focus all of his energy on his love.

Minhyuk: Here is one who would have taken a while to finally settle down – in more ways than one. Like Wonho, he’s restless and prefers to be entertained rather than committed to a relationship. He’d love impromptu dates to the park or the market, just something to keep the two of you going. He’s a total romantic, and sometimes the idea of the relationship is better than the reality, so there will be times when you have to ground him and keep him focused on what is truly there. We all know how touchy this kid is, so expects LOTS of hugging, handholding, sneak kisses, and cuddles when you’re together. Overall, this guy just loves being with you in every sense of the term.

Kihyun: This guy is intense, to say the least. Everything he feels is on a grand scale. Everything he does is on a grand scale. He’s a total romantic and loves to do EVERYTHING for his lover, to the point where sometimes it feels like he’s hovering, but its really just because he cares a lot. He also has high ideals for himself and you. If either of you fall short, he’ll get anxious and become a total helicopter lover. You will be there to reign him in and let go of some of his perfectionist tendencies, which he will be immensely grateful for. He will always make sure that you are well taken care of and comfortable. He’ll even teach you how to cook if you don’t know how because while he loves taking care of you, he loves for you to be independent as well. PDA would extend as far as being handholding and hugging, but that’s about it. Expect much, much more in private *wink wink*. Overall, a dedicated, caring, and intense boyfriend.

Hyungwon: Often mistaken as lazy, it’s really just that this guy is constantly at war on the insides, that it exhausts him (lol) He’s a free spirit and inclined to do things on his own, so it may take him a while to open up to you. He’s quite the emotional one, which would shy him away from engaging in a committed relationship – mostly because he tends to take on the emotions of others. He’s a private guy, so do not expect much PDA from him, or even at home sometimes, but do not doubt for a second if he loves you. He’s more inclined to so small, simple acts of affection. For example, learning how to fix your favorite food, or reading your favorite book just so that you all have something more to talk about on your nights in. Overall, he’s thoughtful boyfriend.

Jooheon: This kid is an enigma, for sure. He’s honest and frank, but would not be forthcoming with his feelings in the beginning. Instead, he’d prefer to observe his object of interest for a while: learn more about them, make them feel comfortable around him, learn their secrets, and then he’d go in. Once you’ve got him, though, you’ve got him. He would certainly be the MOST committed out of all the boys (not to say any others wouldn’t be.) He’d take note of your favorite color and do his best to find special items for you in that color. He’d note your favorite food and be sure to keep it well stocked in your fridge. Small things that tell you that he listens and he cares. He’d demonstrative in love. Expect grandiose displays of affection (in private) and always keeping you near – not only due to protection, but because he’s not fond of being alone. Overall, a protective and thoughtful boyfriend.

Changkyun: It may not seem so, but once he set his eyes on you, he would not give up until he had given it his absolute all. Changkyun is the eccentric type: always thinking outside of the box, and quite scientific when it comes to his approach to life, but with you, it would be all feeling. He’s a stubborn dude, so the idea of him easily giving up his feelings for his object of interest is impossible. He’s be very sweet and unselfish when it came to wooing you, and even more so once you were in a relationship. Nothing huge and romantic, but expect meaningful lyrics written in your honor or the book you couldn’t stop gushing over, newly bought and waiting for you on the nightstand. Overall, he’d be sweet, caring, and dedicated.