not sure if you can read it sorry

anonymous asked:

Hi! Sorry if you answered this before but I'm new to this (although I have managed to watch the film 3 times and read the book in the last two weeks...)! I keep going back to the scene with Elio and his dad when Elio asks if his mum knows and his dad says he doesn't think so. But she clearly does? I'm not sure I'm quite getting what that moment is about and wondering if you had some clarity! Thanks!

Hello! Ahh welcome to the club - I think those of us that have had the chance to see it so much have taken every opportunity to do so! 

Unfortunately, the only clarity I have is what I thought when I watched it. In the book, it’s clear Elio is talking about his relationship with Oliver - does his mum know? I think it’s a fair assumption to make with the book that she doesn’t know however they made the choice with the film to let Mrs Perlman deliver us some of Vimini’s lines - which I thought was a fantastic choice - however this means that as a viewer, we already know that she’s had these conversations with Elio and about Elio. We also know that she was the one to suggest to Mr Perlman that Elio should go to Bergamo and how awful it would be for him to be left behind without Oliver. I just can’t buy that someone as astute and observant and Mr Perlman would not notice what his wife is getting at in those moments. So whilst I appreciate the talk Elio and Mr Perlman have and the dialogue being almost verbatim, it throws me a bit to hear Mr Perlman say so confidently that he doesn’t think she knows.

Which leads me to a few conclusions and I can’t decide which - 1) Elio is asking about the relationships with men that Mr Perlman hinted about having - does his mum know about that part of his life? 2) Elio is asking if she knows about the relationship with Oliver and Mr Perlman lies to put less trouble on Elio’s mind, after everything he’s going through in that moment. 3) They truly wanted to keep the scene as close to the book as possible, so left it in there for the audience to decide what it means.

But if it was in the context of how Elio asks it in the book - does she know about his relationship with Oliver? - then I just don’t see how Mr Perlman can’t know that she knows. Or that Elio can’t work it out, for example, when she tells him she thinks Oliver likes him more. If anyone else has any ideas or understanding of it - let me know! I’m off to see the film again now so I’ll let you know if my view changes later :)

Web of Sins Chapter 6 Teaser #1

Just thought I’d address this; I know this would technically be listed as chapter 7 in the fic, but the first chapter is a prologue, so I call it chapter 6. Now that that’s out of the way, things are sure to get interesting after the ending of last chapter, huh? Can’t wait! 

If you didn’t know, WoS is my Stripper!Lance AU! Click below to read it:

“I gotta go catch Lance’s performance, so, yeah! Did you know he’s the most popular dancer there? Like, because, he’s the most talented-”

“I know, you’ve told me a dozen times, including today.” Shiro interrupted, still smiling.

Keith chuckled nervously as he made for the door, this being far from the first time Lance made him say something repetitive and dumb. “Sorry. I’ll see you later, Shiro!”

Shiro gave a small wave. “Have fun!”

A wide grin spread across Keith’s face as he rushed out of the room, heart thumping like a schoolgirl on her way to her crush. I will.

lukathecircusmonster  asked:

This is sorta of a personal question I'm so sorry if I'm bothering I made an ask blog for the first time and I'm not sure if I'm doing it right or where to get people to ask question and I have my ask box open? (Again so so sorry for interrupting your asks)

First: Make sure to follow Lukathecircusmonster if you’re interested my peeps!

Hello there! I’m not really the one to give that kind of advice haha
But I can give you a few tips, probably  ^ ^
When I started, I read through a few posts talking about starting an ask blog.
The most important thing was to have it be your main blog, if you really plan on using it, which is already check for you!

Another thing is to reblog stuff similar to your future content, but I’m actually not sure just how much it helps.

But the best way to get new followers, is to simply start following tons of other ask blogs, but don’t do it just for that! Follow them only if you generally enjoy their content!
That’s how I got my first boost, which started the reblogs, which gained me even more attention.

You can also tag your posts with more well known tags! For example, I could tag my asks “Hatsune Miku” because it wouldn’t be off topic, and more people would probably see my stuff. I myself do it very rarely, I’m not even sure why, but it’s still a thing you can do!

That’s about it, I don’t really know what else to tell you, other than good luck!

feelbending  asked:

Thomas I hope you're okay with all the current drama, I personally believe that you did nothing wrong at all. You're always making sure you're inclusive and doing the right thing, sorry your fandom's exploded :(

Hey!! Yeah, I’m doing fine!! Please don’t worry, these sorts of things happen sometimes and it gets very hard to address and handle all at once! I have made mistakes though, so please don’t feel like you have to defend all that I do, that’s not your responsibility, and I’ve been doing what I can to make sure things were addressed!

There was a piece of art of myself that was posted a while back that I put under a Read More and tagged nsfw because it was, and it was revealed later, after the artists’ bio was updated, that they were not of appropriate age, and that was a complete mistake on my part to make sure! I’ve always made a point to clarify, if people asked me, that if they were to do any nsfw art of me and submit it, that they should be of appropriate age to be doing so. My tumblr started as a personal blog and I thought tagging things appropriately would be enough, but this occurrence absolutely made me rethink how my blog was laid out and how much more consideration I needed to be putting into my blog and who was viewing it, so I made a public apology for it yesterday (in the #TSask) and decided to restructure my blog in order to make sure this never happens again. Posts I deemed too questionable, I have removed and if they ever go up again, they would be going up on a sideblog of some kind. I absolutely appreciate those who brought this up to me. I should have been the one to catch it, and I need to be far more vigilant about what I post from here on out!

There was also the post I responded to about why I felt it right to include asexuals and aromantics of any combination in the community. I’ve been having many really awesome and respectful conversations with people on both sides of this argument and its been really good, for me and I think for a lot of them, to gain understanding on where we’re both coming from. I am so grateful to those who came to me and got to discuss with me incredibly important things to remember and respect: the early struggles of the trans and gay community, the Stonewall Riots, the travesties and systemic oppression that still happen around the world today that need to be fought. We also got to discuss issues like arranged marriages that affect people on all areas of the spectrum. We talked about different demographics of the community and where they would like to stand or not stand. And the importance of limited resources made available to people of the community were discussed with me as well. I’ve been so absolutely grateful to those of you who came to me and are still coming to me to talk through these things, because I don’t claim to know everything, and many of the discussions were ended wonderfully respectfully. In the end, obviously, I have no, or maybe just really little, say in what defines the community. In what I say, I am absolutely making no attempt to prioritize people over another, because there are some extreme things that need to be fought. I can only be in control of myself and who I deem to be valid and who I would like to offer my support. I truly am trying to put myself in everyone’s shoes and see where they’re coming from. And I am so grateful so many of you came to me so respectfully to talk! That’s amazing! That, I think, is the most optimal form of discussion for people on both sides. I don’t like seeing anyone on either side attacking each other, and it’s so devastating to see so much of it. 

I truly hope this helps bring clarity for those of you who were confused or looking for an update! The internet can be a confusing place and the truth can be mangled, but I am doing everything I can to make sure I amend for any bad decisions and hear you all out as best as I can. I’m only human, and I truly do care about you and where you’re all coming from, so I hope you can all bear with me! 

w4w guide to girls

wow, so you’re probably thinking to yourself or selves right now, “what are girls? where do i meet girls? how do i get them to like me? why does it feel like someone is peering into my mind right now?” and other pressing questions. today i will answer three of them.

what are girls?

girls are girls. they’re whatever girls are. girls are tall. sometimes they are not. sometimes they seem to have inverse heights that distort the space around them. some girls have vaginas or penises or any other variation and maybe even nothing. it’s amazing how many things that girls are and often these things are contradictory or paradoxical on the quantum level. if you’re reading this, you may yourself be a girl. if you’re not sure, try asking yourself “am i a girl?” if yourself says yes, then you’re a girl. if no, sorry, this isn’t for you. if you’re not sure or you find out new information later come back and read this another time.

where do i meet girls?

girls can be found just about anywhere. a cave. in a dream. at a noise show. anywhere. sometimes they don’t even exist at all for long periods of time before manifesting themselves physically after a series of rituals involving candles and/or swear-heavy incantations. girls like dark, damp places. sometimes they do not and they like other places. i once met a girl in a house i was living in. that girl was my mom. this is not a guide on meeting your mom. you want to meet a girl you can date. 

how do i get a girl to like me?

no one knows. i once got a girl to like me by mentioning nihilism as a means of survival. sometimes they like it when you make a joke about a horse. i once liked a girl because i saw her lift 200 lbs over her head. there are likely an infinite number of ways to get girls to like or dislike you. this often depends on the girl. is the girl a goth? try wearing all black or, if you don’t own enough black clothing, blotting out the sun with your foul miasma. is the girl into hiking? try corralling deer and wolves into her home to recreate her favorite surroundings. is the girl a timeless entity beyond mortal understanding? try flowers.

i hope this helped and you can all meet some nice girls to kiss or hold hands or enact full communism with <3

skam fic rec masterpost

here’s a huge fic rec list of some fics that i have read and am currently reading and im in love with

big thanks to fic writers! yall are amazing and so important to the fandom <3

(ps i’m so sorry i had to shorten up the summaries on some of them so it wouldnt be too long!!)

(pps i update this very frequently as i read so feel free to come back from time to time to look for any new fics!)

make sure you read the trigger warnings for some fics as they can get angsty

okay here we go :) happy reading <3

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Types as People I know IRL

ENFJ: Is one of the nicest person I know, seems to make friends every time she’s in a public place. Has a really hard time saying no to people asking favors to her. Cries a lot, especially when watching animal videos and TV competition shows auditions (golden buzzer moments especially).

ESFJ: Has a creepy way of knowing when you’re not feeling well. Always has comforting words of wisdom. Has very strong belief in their values. She’s the person I go to when I need honest opinion about a subject of just to get some infinite love. Cries a lot too, especially when with ENFJ.

ENFP: Is VERY emotional, can go from butterflies and rainbows to torture chambers and fire pits real fast. Amazing sense of fashion, goes through phases (only wears black, only wears pastel, only shops at thrift stores). Is never at the center of conflict and can always find a way to mend broken bonds. Very intelligent but can make some non-intelligent spontaneous decisions. Acts as though they don’t care what people think but they’re probably the most self-conscious people I know (except for maybe ISFP).

ESFP: Can’t stand doing nothing for more than 5 minutes, has more energy than a 3 year old. Is really fun to argue with but don’t kid yourself, you’ll never win the argument (or you’ll know you’re right but they’ll never acknowledge that). Likes the outdoors and wants to live on a farm later in life.

ENTJ: If incredibly smart but even more hard headed. Cares a lot about people but cares more about their success. Was in all the clubs at school and for good reasons, they’re extraordinary leaders. Has no patience for stupid people or bullshit.

ESTJ: Has a very dark sense of humor and I LOVE it. Has a very astonishing way of always getting what they want. Looks like an introvert until they are seen in a crowd. Would be the person I would want with me during an apocalypse.

ENTP: The comebacks that come out of their mouths are amazing. Could never be bored around them since they’ll find a dark and twisty subject to talk about. Will argue as much as ESFP but will usually be more right and sometimes even admit when they’re wrong. I’ve never seen someone party like an ENTP. Secretly hates people but can’t live without constant interaction with them.

ESTP: I don’t know any ESTPs, guys where are you?

INFJ: You can do nothing with this person, for like 4 hours and feel like you just had a super deep conversation, baked cookies and climbed Mount Everest. Doesn’t talk a lot but when he does it is always the truth. Nobody dislikes INFJ, how could you he’s like that one flower growing in a field of rocks.

ISFJ: Loves books, is afraid of doing extreme sports and things that could be dangerous. Has so much imagination and lives to help others. I have never seen them angry.

INFP: Takes everything so personally, I’m always afraid to say a joke around them. Doesn’t do much, binge watches a lot of Netflix shows and loves politics.

ISFP: They never tell you how they’re really feeling but it doesn’t matter, you can read them like a book. Are very self conscious and seek attention from people. They’re so generous and kind but it’s hard to give back to them. Loves classic rock and old video games, is addicted to sports.

INTJ: I WANT AN INTJ FRIEND SO BAD. I’m pretty sure my chemistry class teacher’s assistant was INTJ but didn’t have the nerve to ask him, he was very passionate about science, over population and the statistic of the online dating world.

ISTJ: Can’t find any of you guys either, sorry…

INTP: YOU GUYS ARE EVERYTHING. I only know one INTP. Right now he’s either on wikipedia, watching educational videos on Youtube or playing some indie video game. INTP looks very socially awkward but is one of the kindest soul I’ve ever met. Talks to me about subjects I know nothing about (politics, economics…) in a way that makes me interested. Plus their vibes are super sexy.

ISTP: Where is your secret hideout, where are you guys hiding?

Warning: These are based on people I know in my life and I don’t expect them to represent everyone who are those types. If you are ESTP, ISTJ or ISTP I’m sorry, from one MBTI addict to another you don’t know how badly I want to meet one of you guys.

Fairy Tail Fans, don’t tweet mashima spoilers


If you have a twitter and want to tweet @ Hiro Mashima about the last chapter when it comes out. DO NOT TWEET HIM SPOILERS OR YOUR REACTIONS UNTIL WEDNESDAY 26th. 
That is the official date when it will be released in Japan and on Crunchyroll. 


If you read it on YonkouProd, Mangastream, Mangapanda. etc. YOU ARE READING IT ILLEGALLY. PLEASE REMEMBER THAT. The only official source to read it online that I know of is Crunchyroll.

I don’t care how you read it, not everyone can afford the membership and that is fine. But the least you can do is be respectful towards the author who created the series we all love.

If you do have a twitter and see anyone tweeting mashima spoilers please ask them nicely to take it down and let them know it’s disrespectful.

Lets have the final chapter end on a good note, one that is truly worth remembering for us fans as well as Hiro. 

Sorry in advance for tagging the big 4 ships. I just want to make sure alot of people can see this. 


Commissions are OPEN!!!!

Hi guys, I know you’ve been asking for a while and now that I am a soon to be graduate from UNI, I’m broke as hell!! and i am in desperate need to save up for a new computer. Also due to my home circumstances me and my mother will be moving soon as well. so A LOT is happening right now for me, and any commissions I make will be a great help in funding that stressful process.

I can also draw furry/anthro characters and NSFW (although it will be extra) i usually don’t have too big a problem but of course just send me a email or PM on what you want and we can discuss it from there.

background and extra characters are available for all tiers so if you want a rough sketchy background that’s fine! I’m not too sure on what else to cover, i probably missed some stuff worth addressing but again if you have any questions just Email me or direct message me etc.

Payment can only be done through PayPal (sorry) and my email is

but yeah, anything else you wanna know just ask! :)

thanks for reading and even if you cant buy from me right now or at all I really really appreciate it just being reblogged and spread around thank you guys so much. <3

I just need to say this because I feel like people don’t say it much but
I know he acts extra confident and cunning on-camera, but that’s him being real and being playful! He’s not trying to say he’s better than other members or other members are lesser than him, he’s just playing around so that the members will loosen up a bit. He’s literally trying his hardest to make the group/broadcast feel a little less nervous and serious whenever they’re on broadcast. ㅠㅠ  And i’m sure what we see on-air is diff with real life, because, as the members have said before, no matter how much he claims he is sangnamja, he actually worries and thinks a lot esp nowadays… ㅠㅠ 
Aside from that, we all know his talents are not showcased enough (at the moment) but I wish that it wouldnt stop us from giving him the support we give the rest. It breaks my heart that whenever YT is focused on cam or when it’s his part, and the fan chants arent as loud ㅠㅠ and it makes me worry sometimes. I hope he doesnt think of himself as someone who is lacking because he doesnt have parts in the album single, or because the chants arent as loud. ㅠㅠ  He’s freaking talented and handsome and I’m sure he’d do great in variety but ofc he has to trust in SM’s timing and I hope when it happens, it wouldn’t be too late ㅠㅠ 
And it’s funny how people often forget that he’s also a foreigner in the group, yet he acts and speaks like a korean local but no one mentions how good he is enough ㅠㅠ  Yuta wont probably ever read this, but you guys will and I hope we can show him that he is as important as everyone else in the group. ㅠㅠ  

CREDITS TO THE TRANSLATOR (ily for supporting Yuta) 

I Just Want You All To Myself Tate Langdon x Reader

Words: 3,213

Request: @multihxe :Could you do a Tate imagine where he gets jealous because y/n was having a study session with some boy from school and the boy was getting a little too close to her??

Description: You invite a boy over to study and it starts going south, espcially with Tate.

Author’s Note: @multihxe I hope this is what you wanted!! I apologize if it is far from ehat you wanted! Requests are open! Enjoy reading. XOXO


I had just moved to the infamous Murder House in Los Angeles, California, a couple months ago. It wasn’t as bad as I thought moving across the country and starting brand new. The reason why my family and I moved was because my dad had an affair on my mom. My mom isn’t happy. I know that is because anytime my dad tries to hold her hand she takes her hand away from his. Also if he enters the room she has to be at the other side of the room so that there isn’t any arguments. I just don’t get why they don’t just get a divorce. I mean seriously they are both unhappy in their marriage. Even though my mom still says they love each other. I could actually care less. i have someone in my life who loves and cares for me. His name is Tate Langdon. He is one of my dad’s patients. My dad is a psychiatrist. I didn’t really care if he was crazy. At least he is seeking help to get better. It was all really fate how we met. I was just walking downstairs and I bumped into him while going to the kitchen. It was awkward it was just us staring into our eyes. He then broke  the tension by laughing. I muttered a ‘Sorry’ and he said ‘Don’t me.’ I guess what they say is true. Love at first sight is real, well for me and Tate that is. There was something wrong with Tate though. The thing is that he is dead. I don’t care though. He admitted to all the wrong things he has done and I couldn’t be happier.

Originally posted by a-sky-full-of-stars-x

Anyways I was at school at Westfield and was getting my books to go to my next class. I closed my locker shut. When I did there was a jock right behind where the locker was.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Jacob said.

“Hi Jacob. Would you mind getting out of the way for me to go to my next class.” I said while rolling my eyes.

“Oh, come on. Don’t be like that (Y/N). I just want to talk!” He said.

“What do you want to talk about? You better talk fast because you have thirty seconds.” I said.

“Okay well you know that big science test we have?” I shook my head yes.”Well I was wondering if maybe I could go to your house and we could have a study session? Maybe you could help me ace it?” He asked.

“Okay. Meet me at my house at four, okay?” I said not really wanting to let him come over.

“Thanks (Y/N)! You’re the best!” Jacob goes to kiss my cheek but I put my hand infront of my face before he could. 

“Sorry but none of that!” I said then he awkwardly left. I went to my last period of the day, Science. Jacob was staring at me the whole time during class. “How am I supposed to help him study if he isn’t paying attention at all?” I mentally groaned. The bell rung and I rushed to get out of the classroom before Jacob could approach me. I arrived at my locker and I grabbed my science textbook and notes to help me study with Jacob. I quickly packed it in my backpack and I ran out the school doors before Jacob could once again approach me. I walk to my car and unlock it. I got in and drove to my house. I quickly got out of my car seeing that both my parents were still out of town for a day trip. I rushed inside to see what time it was and it was three fifteen. I let a sigh out of my mouth as I knew that Jacob wasn’t going to be here soon. 

“Hey babe!” Tate said. His voice startled me and I jumped landing in strong arms knowing that it was Tate. 

“Hey!” I said and turned around in his arms to see his face. He let go of the frip he had on me and put his arms around my waist while I put my hands on both of his cheeks. “I missed you so much today Tate. Why do you have to be isolated here?” I whined.

“I don’t know but it is worth it to see you come home and be able to be with you as soon as possible. I missed you too.” He said then kissed my forehead. He brought his face closer to mine and I stepped on my tippy toes and kissed him. We had a little make out session in the kitchen but I didn’t care. There was no one there to see it.  I broke apart and went to look at the kitchen timer and saw that it was three fifty-eight.

“Oh my gosh! Tate you have got to disappear like now!” I said.

“Why whats going on? Are your parents here?” Tate asked.

“No. I have a friend coming over for a study session.” I said.

“So? I would love to meet them. I think it is about time that you tell your friends that you have a boyfriend.” Tate said.

“Yeah and then whta would happen if they wanted a double date and NOT on Halloween, huh?” I said.

“And that is why you are the smart one in this relationship.” He said.

“Tate, can you PLEASE just disappear?” I begged.

“Okay. I love you” He said.

“I love you too.”I smiled and pecked his lips but then he grabbed my neck and started kissing me more.

“TATE!” I said by being muffled by his lips on mine.

“Okay fine. Bye.” He smiled and said.

Originally posted by anchosixx

Then I blinked my eyes and he was gone. I heard the doorbell ring and I rushed to answer it.

“Hi Jacob.” I said while letting him in.

“Hi (Y/N)! How are you today?” Jacob said and smiled cheekly.

“Are we ready to study?” I said wanting to get this study session over with. 

“Yep.” Jacob responded.

“Alright. Follow me.” I said. I closed and locked the door and we walked up my staircase to my room. “Here you can set your bookbag next to my desk on the right.” I said.

“Okay!” He said while putting his bookbag down. I pointed to the two chairs at my desk as saying to sit down here. Jacob did but only after he pulled my chair out. 

“Oh, thanks.” I said while sitting down.

“Anything for the lady.” He said. I mentally prayed hoping Tate wasn’t lurking in the corner watching all of what was happening. Little did I know that that was exactly happening. I soon let that thought slip my mind  and that was the worst thing to do. I saw Jacob looking through his bookbag over and over again.

“What is wrong?” I asked.

“I might have accidentally left my science stuff in my locker.” He said looking down embarrased.

“Okay. I guess we will just have to share.” I said 

“Okay. Sorry.” He said.

“It’s fine.” I said. I started to read section by section. When I was done with a paragraph I would ask him if I needed to explain anything to him and he would usually say yes.

“Can I say something before you continue reading?” He asked.

“Sure.” I said not sure of what he was going to say.

“You are really cute when you are explaining this stuff to me.” He said.

“Um, I think you should know that I have a boyfriend.” I said.

“Well he isn’t here so that means I can do this.” He said.

“That means you can do w—” I tried to ask but his lips met mine and struggled to pull him away from me. He put his hand around my neck and pulled me closer. I couldn’t escape. I started to kiss back. We parted and started to kiss again. My thoughts soon interrupted me. ‘(Y/N)! Are you kidding me? YOU HAVE TATE! STOP KISSING JACOB NOW!’

“Stop! I shouldn’t be doing this. I think it is a good thing for you to leave now.” I said standing up and taking charge.

“Why? I thought you liked me.” He said.

“No! I have a boyfriend! That I am happily with!” I said. Jacob stood up and started approaching me.

“Oh come on don’t be like that!” He grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him. We were just inches apart when Tate barged in the door.

“HEY! HANDS OFF OF HER!” Tate yelled. Everything happened so fast. The next thing I know is Jacob is on the ground with Tate on top of him, beating Jacob to a pulp.

“TATE! STOP!” I yelled making Tate stop and look at me.”Run Jacob!” JAcob got up and ran for his life and I heard the front door slam shut and let out the breath I was holding.

“Tate! Why did you do that?” I asked yelling.

“He had his hands all over you! I wasn’t going to let him touch you like that!”

“Yes but I had it undercontrol! I was going to stop him until you barged in and trampled him!” I said.



“I AM NOT JEALOUS!” Tate said.

“YOU SO ARE! When my guy friend came over here you lurked in the corner and when he just reached over me you started yelling your head off at him. It’s like if a guy just looked at me then you would kill him!” I said.

“Oh I’m sorry that I can’t be protective of my GIRLFRIEND!” 


“I JUST LOVE YOU! Is that a crime?” He yelled but then started to cry. “I just love you!” Then he started to cry even harder. Then it made me cry.

Originally posted by paradise-broken

“Yes but what you do isn’t what I want. I don’t want to become your…property.” I said with my voice being choked up.

“Then what are you going to do then (Y/N)?” He said.

“I’m going to do something I never dreamed of.” I said while crying and shutting my eyes.

“No please (Y/N). Don’t do what I think you’re going to do.” He pleaded.

“Go away.” I whispered with my eyes shut. When I gained confidence I said it again but louder.”GO AWAY!” I yelled. I opened my eyes adn i didn’t see Tate anymore. I collapsed to the ground and tried to keep my body from shaking.

Originally posted by nxtafraidtofly

“I’m sorry (Y/N). I love you.” Tate said but I couldn’t hear it. 

The next few days were awful. I didn’t have anything to look forward to when I came home. But i still didn’t want to see him. I want to wait for a little bit. I want him to rethink what he is doing that made me do this to him. My parents started to travel more without me. I was just home alone moping wanting to feel him around me but I knew that it was to early. I was doing this to save our relationship and maybe start again or begin where we left off.

October, Four Months After

I think I am going to let Tate back into my life now. I walked around my house on October 7 calling out his name. I went to the basement.

“Tate? I’m ready now. I’m ready to pick up our relationship. I miss you too much.” I said while walking around. I finally saw him come out of the shadows and I started to cry when I saw his tear stained face with a tear trickiling down.

Originally posted by n-e-v-e-r-m-0-r-3

“(Y/N). Is that you? Really you?” Tate asked.

“Yes baby its really me.” I said. I start running towards him and he picks me up and twirls me around. “I missed you so much. I am sorry for doing that to you but I had to let you know what you were doing and how it bothered me.” I said letting him know the reason.

“I know the time you spent away from me allowed me to think about what was wrong with me. What I was doing wasn’t love it was crazy obsession jealousy. I am so sorry.” He said.

“It’s okay. I forgive. I thank you for protecting me Tate. I love you.” I pulled away from the embrace we found ourselves in.

Originally posted by un--creative

“I love you (Y/N). I care about your feelings more than mine and I am thankful that you gave me a wake up call if I continued what I was doing.” Tate said. I pulled his neck down to mine and we kissed. We kissed for a long time and it was full of passion and longing for each other.

After that day everything was back to normal. It was the day before Halloween and Tate had told me to go downstairs to the basement. I did.

“Tate?” I said and then turned to walk facing away from the stairs. I turned around I was met with a man in a black suit. “TATE!” I yelled backing away but the man just started walking towards me. “TATE!” I was pressed against the staircase as the man was infront of me pressed against me. All of a sudden I heard him laughing. He unzipped his cap and it was Tate.

“YOU JERK!” I yelled and pushed him.

“I scared you.” He teased.

“Did not.” He then leaned closer to my head and we kissed. 

“I really didn’t scare you?” he said as we pulled apart.

“I said no. When are we going to go on a real date?” I asked.

“On Halloween. That’s the only day of the year where I am allowed out of this house.”

“Okay!” I said and pecked his cheek. “What did you want me to come down here.” I asked.

“Oh right! I got you this rose.” Tate said as he handed it to me. I gladly took it. “I painted it black, I know how you don’t like normal things.”

Originally posted by rainbowsnowlight

“I think this is the sweetest thing that a boy has ever done for me. Thank you.” I stood on my tippy toes and kissed on the lips. We broke apart. “Is that it? I have to go back to do my homework if thats all.”

“Yes thats it. I love you.” 

“I love you too. See you tomorrow for our date.” I winked and started to walk upstairs to my bedroom. 

Halloween Night

Tonight is when Tate and I were going to go on our date. I got ready for it. I didn’t know where we were going but I knew that anything was going to be perfect with him. A knock came on my door and I opened it to see Tate.

“Are you ready for our date?” He asked.

“Of course I am! Where are we going?” I asked.

“Somewhere that I loved to go when I was in high school, where i could let all the stress free from my head when times got tough.” 

“Okay! Do I need to bring anything extra?”

“Nope. If it gets cold you have me to warm you up.” He warmly smiled. We exited the house and started to walk. It was a good fifteen minute walk and then we reached our destination, the beach. We walked over to the lifeguard booth and I sat down on a concrete wall. When I had just sat down I felt my phone buzzing. I took out my phone and I saw that it was my mom calling. 

“(Y/N) where are you?” my mom said frantically.

“I’m just hanging with friends.” I said and looked where Tate was and he was fooling around on the lifeguard ‘porch’. “I’m sorry i should have called or left a note. Is this the part where you make me come home?” I said praying it wasn’t.

“Are you safe?”

“I swear.” 

“Are you having fun?”


“Was there anything that happened while we were gone?”

“There was some banging but I think it was just some little kids playing a prank.” I felt something on my neck and I realized that it was Tate.

“I want you home in an hour.”

“Okay. All right. Bye.” I tried to hang up quickly so I could spend more time with Tate. I finally hung up.

“Who was that?” Tate asked and stopped kissing my neck.

“My mom.” I smiled.

“Oh.” He said. Then he leaned closer to me and kissed me. We pulled apart and we walked down to the beach. When we reached the sand I layed down and he got on top of me and started kissing me again.

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We eventually stopped not wanting to get any further. He sat up with me and put his arm around me. He got up and light a fire. Then he returned and sat next to me, pulling me close. I rested my head against his.

“I used to come here when the world would close in and got so small I couldn’t breathe. I’d used to look out in the ocean and think, ‘Yo, scum bag, high school counts for jack. Kurt Cobain, Quentin Tarantino, Brando, De Niro, Pacino.” I looked at him as he turned his head to look at me. “All high school dropouts. I hated high school.  So I’d come out here and I’d look at this vast, limitless exspanse. And it’s like, thats your life, man. You can do anything. You can be anything. Screw high school. That’s…that’s just a blip in your timeline. Don’t get stuck there.” He looked at me and I leaned my head on his.

“Very knowledgable Tate. I love you.” I looked at him and kissed him.

“I love you too.” He said when we pulled apart. 

“Tate, can I ask you something?” I asked.

“Anything.” Tate responded.

“Why would you get so jealous?” I said with my head leaning in his. He took in a deep breath.

“I would get so jealous because I saw what it did to my parents when my dad didn’t care. When he would just let go. They were so much in love until he stopped caring. I didn’t want that to happen to us. I love you too much but to be completley honest it was because I just want you all to myself. I don’t want to share you. I want you to be with me and only me.” He said and then kissed me deeply.

“I understand Tate. I don’t want that to happen to us either. I will love you forever.”

“I will too.” 

That night was filled with love. I didn’t want whatever happened to Tate’s parents to happen to us.  I wouldn’t allow that but I understand why he reacted that way and I can’t say I blame him. I will spend forever with him. No. Matter. What.

Originally posted by dreamer-with-nightmares

Just wondering

I’ve had seen a lot of posts related to chapter 27 of Killing Stalking and nobody seem to realize these little hints that Koogi might left us. 

So, the first time I read the chapter I found curious that Sangwoo was looking at his feets with a terrfied expression, just before laying down at Bum’s side.  

At first, I thought that his expression was the result of all the emotions he had been through the chapter….

But Sangwoo kept blocking the entire view of that side of the room, and we just got to see a few stuff from below.

I was about to let it pass and keep reading, but when Bum woke up..

He blocked the view, again, and said the following with astonishment..

Then, the attention focus on his cut. 

I might been overthinking, but one thing I’m sure is that Koogi wouldn’t waste time doing this. She’s the kind of author that leaves you hints without rub them in your face. A good example could be chapter 13, in which we can assume that  Seungbae took the cigarette butts from the plantplot for future investigations.

*Sorry for grammar mistakes, english is not first language.*

When the signs read Shakespeare
  • Aries: I'm not even going to pretend that i understand this.
  • Taurus: Shakespeare speaketh to me on levels that thou couldst never comprehend.
  • Gemini: I don't speak vintage.
  • Cancer: *understands one sentence* oooOOOOOOoooh i could get a hang of this.
  • Leo: *Friends like it* this is awesome! *Friends dislike it* Yeah it's like whaaat?
  • Virgo: You can get that... yep that play script... and put it in a different building to me.
  • Libra: This just isn't my day.
  • Scorpio: Idk about you... but i'm pretty sure this guy is talking about sex.
  • Sagittarius: Wait we have to memorise this?
  • Capricorn: I wouldn't read this out of choice but since you're forcing me to... THIS IS GREAT. (
  • I really like Shakespeare)
  • Aquarius: Is this dyslexia?
  • Pisces: *starts imagining a melodramatic dance sequence to one of Romeo's monologues*

yeah, i’ll always love you guys too :)

Imagine going for a swim in a bikini to tease your neighbor, Dean Winchester, who has been doing the same all day.

Related to these: Imagine your neighbor, Dean Winchester, getting jealous when he sees a guy leave your house in the morning when your parents are gone on a trip.

Imagine changing in your room while your neighbor, Dean Winchester, is watching from his own window.

Imagine your neighbor, Dean Winchester, implying there are more things he can to you than the boy you had over a few days ago. And going into detail.

He was torturing you. He had made it his life goal to torture you every single chance he got.

That smug smile on his lips as he lay next to his pool, an arm draped over his eyes and he was casually sunbathing gave you all sorts of mixed emotions. For example, you didn’t know if you wanted to punch or kiss that fucking smirk off his face because he knew you were watching. It didn’t help that he had the face of a freaking god but his body too? Dear, nohe was made to torture you. His abs or muscles weren’t as defined as his brothers, the way you had once noticed, but what made you go weak in Dean was his broad shoulders and arms and the softness of his skin. Amongst many many other things.

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The List - Bruce Wayne x Reader (Quite NSFW)

Summary : You and Bruce, are making a list of all the people you slept with…Because why not ?

I just had this stupid idea when I was at work and sorry for it…hope you’ll still kinda like it and boom, here :

Do NOT read if NSFW/smutty things make you feel uncomfortable, you can go check my other fluffy and angsty stories instead, over there ;-) : 

My masterlist blog :


You don’t even remember who started it.

You don’t remember if it’s you who made a snarky comment first, or him.

You both were equally gifted in the sarcasm area, so it really could be any of you. And none of you could actually remember the instigator of it all…

But oh someone definitely started it, and now, you were both sitting on the floor around the coffee table of the living room, a pen in hand, a blank sheet of paper in front of you, thinking about all the people you had sex with. 

Or rather, about the people you had sex with and that you both knew. 

Who cared about some unknown guy from a bar, or a girl from a gala ? 

They meant nothing. They were just pleasure on the spot, something that didn’t matter at all and…to be honest, both you and Bruce didn’t care about those one night stands with people you didn’t give a damn about…You both knew you weren’t each other’s first time after all, and one night stands ? They were long over and there were not nearly as much as everyone thought…Bruce had only a few, and you too. And again, it was such a long time ago, and so meaningless (definitely not your favorite kind of sex, and Bruce would agree with that). 

This list was about the people you had sex with, with whom you shared part of your life, and/or someone you both knew. 

You knew almost everything about each others, but your past relationships ? You rarely talked about it. You never felt the need to, as you were too in love with each others for anyone else to really matter…

Both of you already stated multiple times, in your long years of marriage, that you never loved anyone like you loved each other. That all those past relationships were nothing compared to what you felt to each others. 

But…Curiosity always got the better of the two of you. 

And besides, when Bruce learnt that you used to date his best friend, Clark, he started to wonder if you slept with anyone else he knew, after all, you knew lots of Justice League members before knowing him so…He just wanted to know (he would never admit it, but he was quite jealous really. Grumpy Broosh). 

And so here you were, after one of you made a comment about it (wether it was you comparing Bruce to Clark or him saying something about Selina, you didn’t quite remember), writing a list. You were writing the last name on yours when Bruce raised his head and, very sternly said :

-I’m done.  

You smiled as you finished the last letter of the name you were writing and looked up, smiling at him. 

-Me too. 

Just another proof of how you were always so damn in sync, finished right at the same time. He doesn’t smile, and you smirk at him as you exchange papers. And…Exact same number than you. You quickly look over it and chuckle a bit, he detached his attention from your list (his frown getting bigger by the second as he was reading it), and, a bit suspicious, says : 

-What ? 

-Bruce, I think the two of us basically slept with the entire league. We’re super-sluts my heart. 

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bruises that you left (go deeper than my skin)


bucky has had his eyes on you since you arrived, but after you kicked his ass in training, he can’t seem to get his mind off of you. (based on this request)

word count: ~3.5K

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: smut (18+ ONLY), gentledom!bucky, dirty talk, oral, bucky gets his ass kicked in training, sensual sex (??), this was fluffier than i planned

a/n: i’m not sure what the request meant by “reading the reader” but i think i got it, if not whoops, sorry anon :/ here’s some sex! (also, let’s take a moment of silence for our lord and savior, thicc bucky)

Bucky’s eye twitched as he watched you step up on the training mat next to Sam. Smoke practically blowing out of his ears, he hurried to think of a way to stop it. You were still relatively new to training, a novice in comparison to the rest of them. Bucky’d grown fond of you since your arrival almost a month ago, keeping an eye on you when you both were in the same proximity. It was just a crush, a large, festering, cluster-fuck of a crush. He could handle it.

He couldn’t, however, handle this training bullshit Natasha was putting you through. Just arriving to see you get thrown into the ring with Sam, he was practically vibrating in restraint to stop himself from ending this entire thing. He knew, somehow, Sam wasn’t going to go easy on you. The thought sent a shrivel of dread up his spine, his subconscious drudging up thoughts of you bleeding on the floor sending him into a near panic.

“No,” he declared loudly, standing to his feet, “I’ll do it.”

“Oh, this should be good,” Natasha said, Wanda rolling her eyes next to her before snickering.

“Alright, big guy. Let’s do it.” You winked at him before turning away, stretching your neck out.

Bucky twisted his torso side to side, trying to get his muscles to unknot a bit. He cracked his knuckles as you turned back around, beckoning you closer before you both began. Walking closer, you folded your arms and leaned into him as he cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to gather the right words.

“Listen, baby doll, I know you’re new to this whole thing, so I’ll take it easy on you, I promise. We’ll have to build your muscle and stamina up before a real fight, but if you want, I can teach you some moves after this, if you’d like?”

You smiled at him quizzically before your eyes widened. Snickering slightly, his eyebrows drew together in confusion as you looked toward the other girls with a smirk, “Sure, thanks. I’d really like that. Now, let’s do this.”

You stepped back, leaving him standing there before he shook himself of his thoughts, taking a fighting stance. You crouched slightly, waiting for the cue. Natasha said go, watching in amusement as you both circled each other slightly. She rang the makeshift bell on her phone, yelling for you both to start.

Every time his arm reached out to swipe at you, it was as if you just disappeared, your movements so fast. He blinked owlishly, figuring he must be off his game today. His arm swung out to land a blow, growing frustrated with your evasive moves. Quirking an eyebrow, you grabbed his forearm, his other hand reaching around to get out of your hold.

You pulled him closer to you, assessing as he stumbled. His weight landed on his right foot, leaning him toward you slightly as you used your upper body strength to swing your legs in the air, his left arm trapped against your chest. Knowing what was coming, he leaned away slightly, trying to escape the inevitable before your leg ultimately swung over his head, landing on his shoulder. Your ankles crossed, the both of you twisting slightly before you heaved, grunting as you both tumbled toward the ground.

Your shins were pressing into his bicep, preventing his right arm from moving as his left was immobile, wrapped up against your torso.

“Holy shit,” he croaked, tapping his right hand as fast as he could three times. You laughed, letting him go before strolling over to Natasha, grabbing the water from her outstretched hand and taking a sip. Bucky, still laying on the mat, brushed his hair out of his eyes before turning to you.

“What the hell was that?” He asked, grunting as he pushed himself up.

“I think,” you snickered, “that was me kicking your ass, Barnes.”

“Oh, as if. Where did you learn that?”

“Ты думал, что ты единственный солдат в городе, зима?”

He groaned slightly as he watched you smirk and saunter out of the room, trying to discreetly cover his hardening erection. Failing, he sneered as the rest of the team snickered at him, walking quickly toward the bathroom.

And just like that, everything was different.

If possible, Bucky watched you even more now, groaning at every move you made. He noticed you before, but it was different now, more primal and lust-filled. You’d walk into the communal kitchen, an oversized shirt thrown over your head leaving only your legs showing and he’d have to leave. His cock would chub up in his pants, all of the blood rushing south as he waddled as discreetly as possible while trying to adjust his cock. He quit coming out for breakfast in the mornings the time Natasha saw, the smirk she shot at him a little too all-knowing for his liking.

It was starting to get annoying, really, the way he avoided you, yet still watched from a distance. It was creepy, he felt gross doing it, but the way you smirked and swayed your hips just a bit more every time you noticed him soothed his worries a bit. You looked and acted interested, but he wasn’t about to make the first move.

At least, not yet.

Thinking about the next time he could ask you, he remembered the big shindig that was coming up soon. Bucky was dreading the halloween party, knowing Natasha and Wanda had already gotten ahold of you. He’d seen them drag you out to the store last week, barely having time to wave at him before the door slammed behind you. Knowing your costume was going to be fantastic, he decided to put more effort than usual, actually ordering a real costume this time.

When the day of the party came, he was hanging out by the bar, chatting up Dr. Banner. He’d made friends with the man quite easily, both having a common understanding of a darker side to them that neither one really understood. Bruce was talking about this movie he saw the other day when he did a double-take, looking over Bucky’s shoulder longingly. Bucky turned, seeing Natasha looking as gorgeous as ever in her cliche police uniform. Bruce made hasty and incoherent excuses as he practically melted into the floor, following her to the other side of the room quickly. He chuckled at his friend, smirking slightly before he felt more than saw your presence.

Turning his head, his jaw clenched as you finally walked in, his cock already starting to chub up just from looking at you. Your costume was out of this world, hugging your body perfectly and showing off the right amount of skin to tease anyone who even glances in your direction. Little red shorts hugging your ass perfectly, his eyes trailed from your boots to your thigh high stockings and up the mesh top, finally landing on the innocent looking Mickey Mouse ears placed atop your head.

He turned his body toward you invitingly as he heard you approach, leaning against the wall. He hoped the baggy front of his pants was enough to hide his already growing erection.

“Mickey Mouse, huh?”

“Technically, it’s Nicky Mouse. Apparently that’s the ‘sexy’ version,” you rolled your eyes.

“Sexy version?” He snorted, “It’s a cartoon mouse.”

“That’s what I said, it’s cute though.”

“Oh, it’s more than cute, sweet girl.” He smirked at you, glancing at your chest.

“Is that so?” You licked your lips, looking him up and down appreciatively, “You’re a firefighter, I assume?”

He plucked at his bright red suspenders, reaching up to tip his helmet softly at you, “You’d be right.”

Your hand came up, resting softly on his hand before trailing up his forearm, landing on his bicep to grab the firm muscles softly. The shirt did his arms definite justice, framing the huge man quite beautifully. His pants were baggy towards his legs, but you knew they would be tight in other places and sculpt his ass perfectly. Biting your lip thinking about it, you glanced up at him, finding him already looking at you with heat in his eyes.

“You want to get out of here?” You asked, smirking.

“Oh baby, I thought you’d never ask.”

He grasped your hand gently in his, fingers overlapping yours until his digits practically swallowed yours, pulling you toward the elevator. Both of you nodding at Natasha and Bruce by the exit, you took the lift to his room. The sexual tension was stifling, filling up the small box until it was practically bursting with it. Casual touches between you two fueled the flame as you made your way to his door, metal arm wrapped around your waist as his other moved to press his palm against the touch pad, opening the door quickly.

Nudging you inside, he trapped you against the wall in the foyer. Bucky leaned forward, hesitating only slightly before pressing you against the wall with his hips. The static between you both was crackling underneath your skin, charging up the air surrounding you as it prepared to light. Bucky slid his knee between your legs, grasping your hips and pulling you against his thigh. Moaning as he pressed the fabric against you, he chuckled darkly into your mouth.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” He whispered against your skin.

“Fuck, whatever you want to give me.”

“I want to give you the world, baby doll. Put it on a nice little silver platter and serve it up to you, so sweet and so hot,” he moaned out.

“Please, Bucky, just do something,” you whimpered, rocking your hips nicely against his thigh.

His tongue traveled down your body, unzipping your romper before tugging it off and away. Taking a nipple in between his teeth, he tugged it lightly as the blood rushed to the surface. He watched your face screw up in pleasure before flicking it lightly, the extra sensitivity making it so much more. Jaw dropping open, you moaned lowly as your hands came up to rest in his hair, tugging the strands between your fingers. He smirked around your breast, trailing his lips further down until he was bent on his knees in front of you, face level with your core.

“Look how wet you are, sweetheart,” He moaned, pressing his nose against the fabric and nuzzling your clit softly, “Why’re you so wet?”

“You, Bucky,” you whined softly.

“Ah, darlin’, have you been playin’ with yourself and thinkin’a me?” He smiles when you nod, mouthing at the crease of your thighs, “Aren’t you just a cute little baby? Shakin’, needy, and drippin’, all for me.”

“Please, do something, please, please.”

“I will, be patient, naughty girl. Why’a been hidin’ this from me, baby?” he asked, running a finger against your folds through your thin panties, his touch barely resonating. His thumb moves upwards, pressing against your clit as you whimper. His lips come down, pressing a delicate kiss to your hard nub before his tongue swipes out against your folds, the wetness that had soaked through was welcomed into his mouth.

“Fu-uck,” he stutters as he tastes you, “this is heaven, sweet thing.”

He reached up to your hips and grasped at the sides of your underwear as you arched your back, trying to assist him as much as you could through the haze of arousal. He lifted one leg, pulling the fabric off before doing the same to the other leg. Pushing your thighs apart, he pressed you against the wall as he traced experimental licks against your folds.

Bucky’s tongue curled around your clit, sucking harshly as your hips thrust against his face. His palms slid up your thighs and pulled you impossibly closer, lips sucking your labia before his tongue dipped out to taste your wet hole. He continued the pattern, adding pressure and movements until your thighs were quivering in pleasure.

“Oh fuck, please let me cum,” you croaked, voice hoarse from the moans falling from your lips.

“Not yet, pretty baby,” he breathed, pressing one last kiss on your oversensitive clit, “I want you to cum on my cock. Wanna feel that pussy clench, darlin’. How’s that sound to ya?”

You shivered, “So good, so fucking good Buck.”

He rolled away from you, putting your feet back on the ground gently before pulling you towards his bedroom. Stumbling a few times on shaky legs, you made it there quickly as he took a condom from the night stand. Unzipping his pants and rolling them down, he kicked them off his ankles, watching you with ever growing interest as you stripped in front of him.

Taking the condom from his palm, you rolled it on at a snail’s pace, taking your time in admiring the way the latex stretched against his veins and foreskin. It was intoxicating to watch, you almost felt like you were in a trace. It was ridiculous, the steady touches and gradually building tension was like a drug to you. Looking up at him, you found his eyes already on yours.

He wasn’t rushing you, instead standing quiet and pliant for the first time that evening, lost in the touch of your hands and the barrier of protection between you both. Your hands were soft, so delicate on what he felt was the most physically vulnerable piece of him. Your eyes never left each other’s as the condom finally reached his base, making you stand on shaky legs as he laid down on the bed, back against the headboard. He watched as you tracked his movements, finally moving over to him. Swinging your leg over his body, you settled yourself on top of his thighs, watching as his cock bobbed slightly. Taking it in your fingers, you carefully hovered over him.

Your legs bent, knees on either side of his hips as you dropped yourself slowly onto his cock, one hand spreading yourself apart for better access to your dripping hole. The other hand was clasped to his pectoral muscle, squeezing, nails digging into his skin as you anchored yourself. His lips were open in a soft and silent gasp, his hands gripping your sides as his thumbs pressed delicate circles into your skin.

It was odd, how fast it switched from fast and filthy to slow and dirty, the change in mood bring a new sensual confidence to you and Bucky. It wasn’t just a hook-up anymore, you both knew that. It was more, something past the deep and primal that you both craved. It was loving and tender and so, so dirty your thighs trembled once again at the thought. Fully seated against him, hips flush against the other’s, he looked up at you. His eyes were carnally vulnerable, pupils large as they drank in your form.

Sitting up, the sheets rustled underneath him. They seemed to echo endlessly in the near-silent room as he settled himself, palm resting against the bed as his other hand caressed softly against your face, brushing your hair away from your eyes before running down your neck and settling around your waist.

“Come ‘ere, darlin’” he whispered, pulling both of you closer as you met in the middle, breaths mingling as he stared into your eyes. His hips lifted off the mattress slightly, thrusting short and soft circles into you so deliciously, the sound of damp skin and crinkled sheets intoxicating.

“Oh, fuck,” you whispered back, “Please.”

His head bent slightly as you both continued to work each other into a slow and torturously delirious mess. Bucky’s mouth pressed to the base of your throat, your lips running along his hair as you both pressed as close as possible, desperate for more of each other.

“I want to come,” you mumbled, “But I don’t want this to end.”

“Who said it’s going to end? We’ll just do it again, and again, and again,” he thrust with each word, pushing you that much closer to the edge. He, too, was mumbling as neither one of you wanted to break this trace, this silence, whatever this was. It was yours and it was perfect and it was never going to stop.

“Promise,” he whispered, tipping his head up to brush his lips against yours. The skin caught on skin, dragging your bottom lip down as he moved his head back down to press against your chest. You worked your pussy back on his cock, gripping it with the muscles in a tight clench, loving the sounds of his moans as you did. When your hips were flush against his groin, you ground your pelvis into his, searching for just a bit of friction for your clit.

“Ride me, pretty girl, please,” he groaned, his hands fisting the sheets.

“Yes,” you whimpered, feeling his cock brush against the best spots inside of you, heat building in your tummy. His abs clenched against your skin as he got closer, holding himself off for your release. Your hand reached down between you both, trying to reach between your folds and play with your clit before being slapped away by his own hand. His fingers expertly moved your bud, hot breath against your chest. You body got impossibly hot before bursting, your orgasm taking you away, your vision practically whiting out. Bucky groaned against you before biting down on your skin, the clench of your orgasm so good around him his hips pressed against yours as he spilled into the condom.

You both panted as you came down, moving slightly against each other to ride it out before he started softening, his cock slipping free of your pussy. He groaned, leaning back to take the condom off and throw it in the bin. Falling to the side, you tried to catch your breath before getting up to use the bathroom.

When you returned to the bed, Bucky was already laying down, hands over his eyes. You were unsure of what to do now, if you should leave or stay. He made the decision for you as he patted the mattress softly, feeling it dip as you climbed back on next to him.

Bucky sighed, eyes on the ceiling, “I hope that wasn’t just a hook-up.”

“Did that feel like a hook-up to you?” You rolled on your side, head falling on his chest as you traced circles with finger tips in his chest hair.

“No. It felt like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”


You both chuckled slightly at that understatement, hands intertwining on his sternum. He turned his head slightly to look at you, smiling softly as you paid him no mind.  

“I was serious when I said I don’t want this to end,” you whispered, laying your vulnerability out in the open, something you felt you were capable of in the quiet.

“I know,” he murmured back, “I wasn’t jokin’ when I said I wanna give you the world. Something about you, darlin’. Got my head all kinds of messy over you, baby.”

You smiled shyly, ducking your head to hide your grin in the pillow. This man was something you never expected, a complete 180 on all of your plans. It was worth it, you thought, to see that face whenever you want, to kiss him, whenever you want. Peeking out at him, the cheesy grin softened into a small smile. Leaning up hesitantly, you pressed a kiss to his lips.

He pulled back first, hand coming up to cradle your jaw, “I think this is a forever kinda thing, darlin’.”


Ты думал, что ты единственный солдат в городе, зима 

- You think you’re the only soldier in the city, Winter? 

BTS REACTION : their crush absentmindedly playing with their hair

request : BTS’s reaction to you (their crush) absentmindedly playing with their hair. (I.e. While reading a book or watching a movie)


You were watching a movie together, just the two of you. He had his head a bit tilted, almost touching your shoulder. You absentmindedly start playing with his soft brown hair.

“what are you doing ?” he asked

“oh sorry, I didn’t…” you replied before he interrupted you

“no it’s fine, keep going” *he smiles to himself*


You walk into the living room only to find Yoongi sleeping on the couch. You sit on the little space left on the couch and start reading your book while playing with Yoongi’s hair. What you didn’t know is that Yoongi was actually awake. He was just resting his eyes, but he didn’t say anything and acted like he was taking a nap so that you could continue. He was for sure smiling on the inside.


You were watching youtube videos together. He turns around to look at you and gives you a cute toothy smile. Why was he smiling ? Oh, you then realize your fingers were playings with his soft, silky black hair. Your cute unconscious gesture made him giggle.

“can I touch your hair too ?”


You were reading a book with Namjoon by your side, doing the same. You started touching his hair, without thinking about it like if your hand was controlled by someone else. He starts giggling and it’s at that moment you realize what you were doing.

“oh sorry” you said

“no no, it’s cute ! you’re cute !wait what…?!” *acts awkward because he got nervous when you started touching his hair*


You were watching a movie with all the members. Jimin was sitting next to you and you started playing with his hair. The moment your finger touched his hair, he stopped chewing the pop corn that was in his mouth and slowly turns around to look at Taehyung with his eyes wide open.

“Tae, look !” he whispers


You were just chilling on the couch, next to Taehyung who was playing Mario kart with Jungkook. You start stroking his hair. At that moment, he loses the game against Jungkook. He slowly turns around and gives you the same look as in the gif.

“what ?” you say, immediately stopping with his hair

“can you do that again ?”


You were both just chilling on your phones, sitting on the couch. You start playing with Jungkook’s hair. The second your finger touches his hair, he turns his head at you and pulls away.

“Holy shit y/n ! You scared me”

You stop stroking his hair but after a minute or two, he grabs your hand and places it back on his head, without saying a word.