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This blog sends me through such a fucking roller coaster of emotions every time I read it because CM was my shit in middle school (like I became obsessed with serial killers and thought I could profile people). It literally never fails to make me laugh but it also sends me through a series of vivid, horribly cringe inducing flashbacks of my middle school self that make me want to set myself on fire. It's a truly unique experience that I could never find anywhere else. Thank you, I think.

lmfaoooooo this is hilarious and also I feel it on another level I love you (I think:P)

the best parts of the raven boys (featuring me crying)

- adam and ronan literally dragging each other on moving dollys behind the bmw like what nerds

- “if it had a social security number, ronan had fought with it”

- noah told them like 400 times that he was dead why was this news

- ronan being so extra about picking fights with declan. school? sure. monmouth? hell yea. nino’s parking lot? let’s fuckin go!!!

- the first thing blue ever sees ronan do is run into the light hanging above the booth at nino’s #clumsygay™

- ronan’s number on the nino’s bathroom stall door (honestly what the fuck)

- president cell phone

- gansey describing his friends as “the sulky one” and “the smudgy one”

- take a shot every time blue or adam call gansey condescending 

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anon said : Can you do bts reacting to you “flexing your muscles around them” during sex😏 like would they get rougher ooorrrrrrrr 

Namjoon: The second he felt you clench around him, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. His thrusts became sloppier and more profanities slipped past his lips as he tried not to cum right then and there.

“Shit baby. Warn me next time.”

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

Seokjin: He groaned loudly as you clenched your walls around him. He could tell you’d done it on purpose too. He thrust faster, his hand coming to clench your hip, his fingers digging into the sensitive skin. You knew you’d be bruised the next day.

“If you wanted it rough, all you had to do was tell me baby.”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Yoongi: He stilled the second you clenched your walls around him. You whined, bucking your hips to gain some kind of friction, any kind at all, but his hand pushed your hips into the bed sheets. His fingers dug into your hip bones before wandering down to brush against the inside of your thigh, drawing small circles on the sensitive skin. He would spend the rest of the night teasing you.

“You need to use your words baby. Tell me exactly what you want me to do.”

Originally posted by minsecretsoul

Hoseok: He whined the second he felt your walls clench around him and his hips snapped up suddenly, making you groan loudly. His pace became quicker and his thrusts became sloppier. Breathy moans slipped past his lips along with your name as he climaxed, doing his best to help you climax as well.

“You can’t just pull shit like that Y/N.”

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

(this gif makes me want to set myself on fire)

Taehyung: He groaned loudly when you clenched your walls around him, looking down to see you smirking. He’d had a feeling that you’d done it on purpose, but your smirk proved it. He was determined to wipe that smirk right off of your face. He suddenly stilled before quickly snapping his hips up the second he heard you whine. The smirk fell right off your face- much to his delight- and was replaced with a look of pure pleasure.

Tell me when you want to play games baby.”

Originally posted by jjks

Jimin: He almost climaxed the second you clenched around him. He’d take it as a hint and flip you over so that you were riding him, his hands gripping your hips tightly, his own hips snapping up occasionally just to hear you moan.

“Use your words next time princess.”

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

Jungkook: He’d blush hard, embarrassed that he’d almost cummed the second you’d clenched around his length. He’d simply quicken his pace, leaning down to kiss you deeply to hide his blush. To “redeem” himself, he’d make you cum first, drawing out your orgasm until your legs were shaking.

“You can’t- you can’t just do that Y/N.” 

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


Reader x Taehyung

Warning: Smut/ Explicit Language

 (Picture not mine)

This one is pretty long thank you for supporting me ilysm guys 

“Come on stop being a bitch (Y/n) don’t make a big deal about his whole thing.” I quickly ran into the night clubs bathroom I should have known what he was up to but I didn’t want to be right but I was. I quickly took out my phone from my bag and dialed the first number that came to my mind. 

It was three rings before he finally picked up the phone up. 

“Hey steam buns.” He knew I loved those so he picked that as my nickname the day he saw me dig steam buns into my mouth and make a remark “what else can you mouth take?” what an idiot. 

“Taehyung please please help me I’m at the night club I told you about before my suspicions on him were right I’m locked in the bathroom I couldn’t think and he’s banging on the door.” Taehyung didn’t make a sound he only said he’d be on his way. 

It was about 30 minutes before I could hear a loud commotion going on outside the bathroom I was scared to go out before I hear a soft knock.

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A Way to You Again: Part 13

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count:  1215

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Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.

Author’s Notes: Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for the request! Sorry it took me forever to get this part done. The senior portrait rush is over – so I should have more time to write again, yay!

Originally posted by yourwisehistory

Originally posted by sutherlins

Bucky needed to see that he wasn’t the only one with ghosts. Mine still haunted me to the point that they had nearly torn me away from him completely. As I walked to my bedroom his words echoed in my mind, “Ever the optimist – one day that optimism is going to get you killed…” Little did he know how close he was to being right.

We drove through most of the night. We spoke occasionally – small pleasantries or about the towns we passed, but we always lapsed into silence again. As we pulled onto the gravel driveway I sighed with relief. This time it was a different type of relief to see the little cottage. I wasn’t running away – I was really coming home. Home with someone I loved. “This is it,” I said with a yawn as I parked the car. I blinked sleepily at Bucky as I stretched.

“You go ahead – I’ll get the bags,” he responded with a reassuring nod.

I made my way up the uneven path – my limbs feeling abnormally heavy. More than anything I wanted to lay in the feather soft bed that awaited me and sleep for hours. I wearily opened the door and sighed to myself. It was just as I had left it – always waiting for me. I walked in with Bucky following me hesitantly. He stared around the cottage appreciatively as I watched him.

“So I’m beat… I think I’ll get some rest,” he said awkwardly as he motioned towards a hallway that led to the guest room.

“Oh… I honestly didn’t have this planned so I didn’t call ahead. The room is probably a mess – between Steve and Nicole staying there. Would you… like to maybe stay with me?” I asked shyly as I peeked through my lashes at him – a small awkward smile tugging at the corners of my lips. I wasn’t sure why I felt so shy suddenly – maybe it was the way his eyes sought after every bit of me in their tired stare, or maybe it was the way the corner of his lips quirked into a smile he fought to hide when he watched my tired movements.

“Okay sure,” he added softly as he laid the bags down by the front door. I walked awkwardly to the bedroom where I gratefully shucked my pants and quickly snuggled into the down comforter. My exhaustion had certainly not kept me from noticing Bucky standing up a little straighter when welcomed by my bare legs. He in turn shed his shirt and jeans before climbing in beside me. He smiled as he brushed the hair from my face before I quickly fell asleep.

I awoke to the deepening shadows of twilight as I stretched my tired limbs. Panic gripped me for a moment as my hands noted the empty side of the bed. My tired mind immediately went into a free-fall. Had I dreamed it all? Had I been here the entire time without him? A soft knock at the door caused my body to relax.

“Come in,” I yawned as I stretched my tired limbs again. Bucky’s head peaked into the room shyly before he opened the door fully to walk in.

“I thought you might be hungry so I ran up to the diner and ordered some food.” My stomach growled loudly at the thought of food – eliciting a laugh from Bucky. “I will take that as a yes,” he smirked as he turned on his heel and made his way back to the living room. I chuckled to myself as I pushed off the bed and followed him.

He had ordered a ridiculous amount of food – enough to probably last us for days. In fact, I was almost certain that he had ordered one of every burger the diner had. “So are the seven dwarves coming to eat supper too, or?” I asked with a smirk as I plopped down in the empty dining room chair beside him.

“Huh?” he responded in confusion. Sometimes I forgot how different our worlds had been.

“Never mind,” I chuckled as I reached for a burger and fries. I couldn’t remember a time I had been so hungry in my life. While I was contemplating if it was physically possible to unhinge my jaw and devour the burger in one bite I caught Bucky’s glance in the corner of my eye. “What?” I asked as I felt a blush threaten to spread up my neck and to my cheeks.

“Oh it’s nothing,” he shrugged with a small smile before returning to his food.

After dinner was over Bucky insisted that he would clean the kitchen – even though, as I pointed out through my many protests, I was the one that knew where everything was. As he busied himself in the kitchen I made my way outside to start a fire. One of my favorite things as a child had been to sit around a cozy fire on the beach as the sun set. There had always been something magical about it – and I had always dreamed about the day that the person next to me would be the man that I loved. I smiled to myself as I set to work on my task.

Bucky found me sitting in front of the fire when he came outside to join me. I was entranced with its flames as I watched them dance upwards into the pastel sky. I jumped slightly as the blanket he had brought me wrapped around my shoulders.

“Sorry,” he chuckled softly as he sat beside me. “I noticed it had gotten cooler – I wanted to make sure you were warm,” he added with a soft smile which I returned earnestly. I returned my gaze to the fire as we lapsed into silence. I was completely lost in thought when Bucky finally spoke again. “It’s beautiful here,” he whispered quietly as his hand brushed against mine.

“Yes it is,” I responded as I smiled softly at him. “This is the one place I’ve always been able to find comfort. The one place that I have left that is full of memories of my family,” I whispered sadly as I turned to look at him. “How much did Fury tell you before I joined the Avengers?”

Bucky seemed taken aback by the sudden change in topic. He shrugged as he thought to himself. “It seemed pretty basic overall. You started working for S.H.I.E.L.D. right out of high school after being highly recruited by several top administrators in the program, Fury and Coulson included. You were a rising star in S.H.I.E.L.D. before it fell. Didn’t have a family – which come to find out was a bit of a lie, but I never fully trust Nick when he tells me the backstories of other people,” he explained.

“I…” I began awkwardly. I wasn’t certain where to begin, but I knew if Bucky was willing to show his most vulnerable side to me then it was time that I did the same for him.

“Y/N – you don’t have to,” he began as he squeezed my hand affectionately.

“Bucky – if you love me – there is something you should know,” I whispered as I prepared to recount things that I had hoped I would never speak of again.

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Throughout my life, love was never my thing. I was surrounded by countless couples and seeing them together made me envious. I saw them and I wanted it. I wanted what they shared, how they loved, how happy they were, all of it. I longed to have someone to hold and cherish and so I tried giving love a shot, but the bullet came firing back at me. After it happened multiple times, I began to resent love and relationships. If love decided I wasn’t worth its time, then what was the point of trying? I convinced myself that I was meant to be alone so I built walls to make sure I would never have to go through that pain ever again. My mind was set on a loveless life but when I met you it was like an earthquake struck in my head. Every wall that had been built started to crumble and alarms began to blare in my head. I never thought a day like this would come. I was so sure that I’d never want anything to do with love but when I’m with you, it’s all I want. You make me feel like I’m on a drop tower rapidly plummeting down; like I’m in a whole other universe; like I’m living in a fantasy. There so many different emotions I feel when I’m with you and I am in awe. It’s hard to explain what I’m thinking and feeling because I’ve suppressed these emotions for the longest time. I want to be with you and to learn everything about you from your favourite colour, to your greatest fear, to your most embarrassing memory, to all the little things that other people fail to notice, but I’m not sure how. These walls of mine were meant to keep people out and as much as I want them to be demolished, I’m terrified of doing so. I’m scared of getting hurt but everyday, I’m getting closer to risking it all for you. I know that I can be distant and sometimes it may look like I could care less but I’m trying my very hardest to make that all change. I think I’m finally ready and if it had to be anybody in this world, I would choose to take a leap of faith with you.
—  Letters you’ll never receive #5 // S.T.
but you know that if you said you liked the colour red i’d set myself on fire and if you complained about the heat I’d freeze over and become colder than that heart of yours that only lights up when you get what you want. you made me hopeful. you said you care, you said you love me, you said you’d get into trouble for me. how could you spit lies into my mind only to grab them and toss them over your shoulder like you never told them? why do you avoid me like I’m some disease that’ll rot you just because I make you feel some sort of love that isn’t plastic like what you’ve been given in a heart-shaped box before? you know I don’t love many people and it doesn’t come easy. so why would you treat this like it’s nothing?

“It’s not scary to die… for the 
people who are precious to you!”
                                                            -Sakura Haruno

”I was unable to protect my friends.
The mission failed. I shouldn’t be a 
                                                             -Shikamaru Nara


Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Genre: Angst with more angst piled on angst

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: Yoongi realizes he made a mistake and will stop at nothing to see you.

Originally posted by smile-more-and-cry-less

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Remedy (15) THE END

Bucky x reader

Bucky’s POV.

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, angst, fluffy, smut, a very protective Bucky who knows exactly how to be sweet and careful.

A/N: This is it. I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I did writing it. Thank you guys for all the comments on this! And if you’re sad that this is over; we still have Reprogramming, which will be revisited sometime! x

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

She still submits to me on occasion; willingly or maybe out of habit, her nature, I suppose. Not what she always was, but the way they made her. Lately I’ve been feeling particularly cross with Hydra. And by cross, I mean I want to fucking rip their collective heads off and shove them up their collective asses, and do the same with the two heads that’ll take the place of the first I rip off. This, because the better she’s doing, the more the horrifying things they’ve done to her show. She’s getting more spontaneous, witty, brave as well. She goes up against me if she feels like it, if only to play around but also when she means to push her own way instead of leaning with mine. I love her for it, I love hearing her say what she wants, I love the way her eyes shine with defiance and her jaw sets decisively. It also never fails to turn me on.

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THE HOUSE!!!!!!, it was his home, his place in the world :(. I really hope he kept THE book with him and it didn't burned with the house :(

i keep thinking about all the books, all the fine china, all of miranda’s dresses burning and i want to set myself on fire. he just… stood there. watching as his last connection to her went up in smoke. you know i genuinely dont understand how that man can still go on after all the shit they put him through. I’M exhausted. i dont have any more tears or the strength in me to make it to the finish line and he’s still going. they take and they take and they TAKE from him, not even bending anymore, they’re breaking what’s already broken. he lost eleanor, madi and miranda’s house all at once and again wasn’t even given a chance to save any of it, no, they even made it seem like it was his fault. and not only that, all he’s done this season is comfort other people even though he’s suffered the same losses and no one’s offered the same in return. he isn’t even allowed to grieve because he has to play the part and lead those people, even though he was more than ready to give up the war. it’s unbelievable. he tried to make peace once, and he set the world on fire. he tried again, AND AGAIN HE SET THE WORLD ON FIRE. it’s… im … [laughs hysterically]

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What's your favorite kitchen utensil? (Spork, knife, whisk, etc.)

I will be truthful with you. My favourite kitchen utensil is a kiwi spoon. 

Mostly because I CAN’T COOK. Seriously, if I lived alone I’d probably die of malnutrition. (Or accidentally set myself on fire.🔥)

((You have no idea how happy these questions make me. Like, who wants to know this?!))