walking mechanism

Oh, it’s not your job? It is now.

This is a long story.

Intro and Backstory

My dad was a mechanic for 20+ years, and for as long as I can remember, I drove him nuts because I would go around the house with a screw driver he left out and take everything apart because I wanted to see how it work. As I grew older I developed an affinity towards computers and electronics, which led me to be “that kid” in High School who changed his grades, crashed the school districts servers, and used the NETSEND command with great success. I would spend my weekends either with my grandparents and uncle working on science projects or dragging my dad outside to help me fix my car (which consisted of him telling me that he would help once I got it taken apart). Those “figure it out” lessons were the probably the greatest gift he could’ve given me growing up.

I joined the US Army in 2004 and went into communications or “commo” for short (25U) where I managed to go from PVT (E1) when I joined to SGT (E5) by the time I returned from my deployment in 2006. After returning home, I was subsequently transferred from a Light Infantry Unit (walking everywhere) to a Mechanized Infantry Unit (Riding in an armored vehicle everywhere) and placed in charge of the Battalion Commo Shop as the current person running the commo shop was scheduled to retire in a few months and I was the only other NCO. This is where things got interesting and my Commo vs. Mechanics ProRevenge story starts…

Commo vs. Mechanics

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The walks of the signs

Check your rising (the sign acquaintances see) and midheaven (the sign work bosses/employees and strangers see). Also check your sun and dominant.

Based on experience with others’ sun/rising/midheaven

The walk of an Aries:

When the Ram walks, they do not swing their hands. Their walk may seem quite sloppy, but it is just straight to the point. They stand tall, but not completely upright, and their shoulders are quite relaxed. Aries do not take quick paces, but instead long strides. They are the one mindlessly fixing their hair as they walk. Eyes exploring their surroundings, sometimes Aries seem lost, even when they know exactly where they are going. 

The walk of a Taurus:

They keep their body straight, with their shoulders slightly hunched down. Often, they are fiddling with their belt or sweeping their hair to the side. Their strides are big, and they walk fast. The walk of a Taurus almost seems mechanical. When walking, they are looking at their destination, or whoever is with them. They are the ones to turn around in the middle of a busy hallway, without noticing it is packed, just to tell you about a movie.

The walk of a Gemini:

With almost a swagger in their step, their shoulders are down and back in confidence. Their thumbs may be in their pockets, or hands playing with an object. They walk at a quick pace, with usually quite small steps. Their eyes are usually fixed on the destination, even if talking to someone on the way. The walk of a Gemini almost looks unbalanced, as they may sway slightly come side to side. They are the ones who blindly stop in a crowded doorway.

The walk of a Cancer:

Their walk seems to be in slow-motion, and is usually quite humble. They have relaxed shoulders and an air of softness in each step. They are usually talking to someone when they are walking, but if alone will be minding their own business; maybe playing with their hair. Often their hands have to be still, but doing something; like being in their pockets, or holding a book. In busy hallways, they are snaking through the crowd.

The walk of a Leo:

Very proud. Their shoulders are down, their back in straight, and their chest is puffed out. Their movement is bold, with short steps. Often, they are carrying a folder under one arm. Leo will be set on their destination until something breaks their focus, and their eyes start darting around their location. A Leo may swing their free arm swiftly, their palm faces either up or down. They are either the ones blocking the path, or the ones grumpily trying to get past.

The walk of a Virgo:

Their hands have to be busy; fiddling with a tie, holding books, or holding their hands together. Their steps are short, but their pace is quite quick. They are often looking to the ground and glancing down, only looking up to appreciate the scenery around them. Their shoulders are always relaxed, but either enclosed on themselves or open, depending on how confident the Virgo is in a space. They are the ones navigating through crowds.

The walk of a Libra:

Their walk can be seen as sloppy, but usually it is just because they are very chill. They talk soft-footed small steps, and do not walk very fast. A Libra believes they have all the time in the world to get to their destination. Often engrossed in conversation or thought, Libra is looking around, but never as anything specific. They are the ones who block doorways as they are unaware of their surroundings.

The walk of a Scorpio:

The movement of the Scorpion is swift. It is almost like they have perfectly rehearsed every single movement. They usually have their hands in their pockets or a bag around their arm, with the feet pointed out like a penguin. Watching people, their eyes often fix on individual things, then move onto something new. Scorpio walks at a fast pace and is often conscious of those around them; opening doors and standing to one side in order to not be in the way.

The walk of a Sagittarius:

They are fun and sloppy, often stood straight backed in contrast. The Archer is usually find standing tall, with their chest puffed out so slightly. They use their bodies and gestures boldly, maybe their shoulders move up and down when they laugh, or their whole side turns as they open doors. Blissfully unaware of those around them, Sagittarius may fall into you or stop in front of you quite often.

The walk of a Capricorn:

They have a natural swagger. They may have their fingers curled with one palm pointing to the ceiling, or their feet slightly pointing out. They are very active walkers in this way, as they are always doing something with their hands. Capricorn is notorious for fixing or mindlessly playing with their hair. They may sometimes seem fierce or scary, as they stand and walk quite boldly. Sometimes they block the halls, but this is because if you don’t say “excuse me”, why should they move? 

The walk of an Aquarius:

Aquarius is blind to those around them, merely enjoying those they walk with or any plans they are thinking up. They lean back slightly and walk with a group of friends whenever possible. Often, you will see them subtly swinging an arm back and forth. The Water Bearer often walks with a smile on their face. They may be in the way of people, but they don’t particularly care about that, as you could probably find a different way around.

The walk of a Pisces:

They do not draw much attention towards themselves. They walk alone in peace, or often take a back seat in larger groups. The Fish may have their head to the ground as they take quick and small steps. This individual can often be stopped as they tend to swing their arms. If a Pisces isn’t looking at the ground, they may be seeing looking out to the distance, or examine an on-coming crowd.

anonymous asked:

8 sunbathing :)

sunbathing

Izuku is spread across the beach towel sunbathing, his bare chest glistening with sweat and sand, his arms pillowing his head as he snoozes. The rest of the class is scattered along the shore and boardwalk, soaking in the sun and the ocean, and happily going about their own activities.

“Dude, you’ve been staring for nearly an hour.”

“Shut up and die.”

Snickering, Kaminari takes the half eaten sandwich from Katsuki’s hand and scarfs it down when Katsuki barely reacts, eyes intent on where Izuku is napping a few yards away.

“Bakugou, you really need to man up,” Kirishima says from the other side of the picnic table where he’s distractedly eating his own lunch. 

Sero nods encouragingly beside him, his face serious and a little desperate, adding on, “It’s been three years. Just go talk to him or something? I hate to say it, but this is getting a little painful to watch.”

Kaminari flinches back, expecting explosions and yelling, along with the usual and unconvincing denials. But Katsuki only continues glaring at Izuku, before he finally stands with water bottle in hand and a quiet hiss of, “Fine.” 

“Go get him dude,” Kirishima whispers with two thumbs up, Kaminari and Sero gaping as Katsuki walks mechanically towards their sleeping classmate. The Class 1A girls pause their conversation to watch as well.

Katsuki looms over Izuku for a long moment.

“Is he… just going to stand there?” Kaminari whispers, alarmed as the minutes tick by.

Sero buries his head in his hands.

Finally, finally, Katsuki moves. Kaminari groans as he watches his friend hurl the bottle of water into Izuku’s gut, screeching over Izuku’s pained and surprised spluttering, “IF YOU’RE GOING TO SLEEP ON THE BEACH, MAKE SURE YOU DO IT IN THE SHADE AND STAY HYDRATED, YOU MORON.”

“K-Kacchan, what?!” Izuku coughs, clutching the bottle and his stomach as Katsuki stomps away. The girls all groan in unison, Ashido actually going so far to theatrically cry into Uraraka’s shoulder.

“Dude,” Sero says despairingly as Katsuki thunders by. “What the fuck.”

Katsuki pauses and his scowl twists into something a little more wide-eyed and disturbed. “I… panicked,” he says faintly.

“Oh my god,” Kaminari whispers as Katsuki kicks up sand in his retreat. “He’s absolutely hopeless. What are we going to do when Midoriya actually does start dating someone?”

“I don’t think you have worry too much,” Kirishima replies, grim and nodding his head to the side. Kaminari turns and catches an eye full of Izuku’s fond, exasperated smile, gingerly holding Katsuki’s water bottle like it’s a gift from god. The three friends watch as Izuku stands and trots slowly after Katsuki, a big dopey grin growing on his freckled face as he goes.

“Somehow, this is worse,” Kaminari says, and Sero sighs in commiseration.

Sick - Request

Requested by @buckybarnesaddicted:  Hey can I have a request ? 😄 I have a cold at the moment and feel like reading a one shot where “Sherlock is taking care of you when you’re ill ” if you attached any gifs it would be awesome !!!

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 2,763

Warnings: None.

A/N: Ugh, I need this right now but in real life. Also, I suck at adding gifs, my apologies.

Enjoy!

Originally posted by caratomi

Have you ever gone underwater and tried to listen to the conversation being held on the surface? Well, that was how (Y/N) heard everyone that day. Distant, confusing, overwhelming.

Have you ever smelled something so disgusting you instantly feel like fainting? That’s how (Y/N) felt that day, even if there was nothing to be smelled because her nose was blocked.

Have you ever been hung over and trying to act normal? Go to work, talk to people, even going outside to the sunlight. It’s annoying, like a hammer hitting ones skull every time a noise can be heard, and the sunlight feels like burning one’s eye orbs and just the thought of living feels like a nightmare.

Have you ever been so tired you feel like you can’t move? That was (Y/N). It was almost as the invisible elephants had tied invisible weights to her limbs just so it was harder for her to move. Or even more logically, like a prisoner who gets to carry the black berry around for a whole day.

But she coped with it. She followed John all over London, making questions, doing research, chasing after people and stopping to have something to eat in between all of that. She did it without complaining, only because it had to be done.

To be a Doctor, John was very distracted – or too much into his job – to notice she was sick. Maybe because in London the weather usually gets healthy people to have red noses – without mentioning the massive amount of makeup (Y/N) had tried to avoid looking like a character from Zombie Land – or maybe because (Y/N) wasn’t complaining, but either way, John had no idea she was sick.

Eventually, their work finished with a black eye on John and a few dollars less from (Y/N)’s bag. The two friends said their good-byes and went to their own ways. John returned home to his wife, and (Y/N) went back to Baker Street to give Sherlock the information they had gotten.

“You look terrible.” Sherlock commented without looking up from the files on his hands.

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Historical Body Mechanics: Walk Medieval!

just͡ ̷a ̡pile ͢o̡f͏ ̧b̢olt͞s.
( antisepticeye / googleplier )
just͡ ̷a ̡pile ͢o̡f͏ ̧b̢olt͞s.

anonymous: Anti I was wondering since you seem to be able to screw with technology and make it glitch have you tried to screw with Google before? Maybe even try to control his movement’s as a prank?

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anti: b҉u̴t̵ ͟o̴f̧ ̕co͝u̷ŗse!͢ ̸ṕo̧śsesśion͘ ̢of̨ devi͠c̢e͡s̀ ͝i̢s o̷ne o͝f̨ my͡ n͞atur̴a̢l abi͞li͝t͜i̵e̶s a͠lon̷g͟ w͞i̵t̴h con̕t҉ract̴i̷ng̶ d͡iseas̵e͜s͏ ̡o̶r v̀i̷r͜ưses̷ ̷of ̨a͜ļl̀ ͝so̷rt͏s̕! f̧or ̧ex̴a̧mpl̸e-͢-͏

google: *mechanical walking in* anti. i don’t fancy your habits of stealing others’ property. id rather you return dark’s tie; before he starts having those revolting tantrums.

anti: -͢-oh!̷ ͏ju͝s͝t ̸i̶n tim̡e̢ ͡f́o̡r w̡h͢at ̢i ha҉v͟e̢ ̴p̷lann̕e̷d͢! s͡o ̛h̕o̷w a̧bo̸ut ̧i͞t ͜huḩ? sţa̕n̕d͠ s͘t͝i͞l͝l̴ f͜o͘r a śec̕–

google: *mutters no not again* don’t touch me– 

anti: s̴hut you͘r̵ ̛t̨r̶a̢p ̷r̛ob͡ocop̨, ýǫu̴ ne͟e͘d́e͜d a b̴it̡ ́òf̢ ͝an upg̛r͟a̸de any͘ways͞.

google: *nondescribable words / stutters and interferences* what are you doing to me!

anti: oo i̷ ͘l͝ike͞ th͠is͜ new ̀look̶ ̀o҉f y̧ou͠r̶s! very,̸,̸ ̕broke̶n.͘ d͝ama̷ge̵d.̡ u̸nşt͠ab̢l҉e.̀ ̨ab̸ou͟t͟ ͞tim͝e͜ ̢t҉h͞e p̵u͝b̸lįc̵ ͜s҉a͝w ̢wh̷àt͠ ̕you̸ ͟ŕea̧ll͏y̕ ̧ar͏e d̵ont you̸ t́h̴in͞k̛?͜

google: *distorted shouting* *static* im going to rip your heart out from your chest– 

The fact that Nadia confirmed that Luna was in love with Raven makes me smile. Like Luna was gonna do everything in her power to be there to protect HER OWN space nugget from getting hurt ever again. She would respect the strength and strong will of Raven of course, but she would always be there to step in when times got tough. She would do anything for Raven, from continuing to calm her down from her seizures or just helping support her weight so it was a little easier for the mechanic to walk on her bad leg. Luna was trained to be a strong warrior, but just like Lexa, Luna turns to putty when she is with her gf.

Bad Ideas (M)

Rowoon decides to finally confess to you after you’ve been away for a while, but things take a turn…

Originally posted by jasmine-thirlwall

Protagonists: Rowoon & you

Word Count: 3,3k

Genre: Friend to lover - Smut - Idol!verse

Lyly’s note: Don’t hate me, I wanted to write my first fluffy fic, but it gave me bad ideas… The original title was “Confession”. I know he just debuted, but he’s a 96′ liner and we’re all going to Kpop hell anyway. I’m not even sorry for this one. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) This is a repost from my previous blog! #MyWork

M A S T E R L I S T


It’s only now that he is in front of your building that doubts start creeping in his head. What if she didn’t miss me? What if she gets angry for dropping by unannounced? He tries to shake off this spiral of negative thoughts by stretching his back and rolling his shoulders. Rowoon looks up at the series of windows where he guesses your apartment is, wondering if you had time to unpack your suitcases.

A group of high school girls pass him on the street and he promptly looks down at his feet, hiding his eyes behind his cap. Why does she have to live so close to a school? He sighs and the black mask he is wearing sticks on his face and mouth. He might as well make a move or go back to the dorm already.

An elderly man carrying bags walks by in direction of the apartment complex and he offers to assist, seizing the opportunity to enter the building. The singer holds the front door and helps the elder get on the elevator with his bags. After a low bow and a short thankful exchange, the doors close and Rowoon is left alone in the hall.

Should I call her? He has a strange feeling about this. He is usually confident, but the closer he gets to confess, the further away you seem.


It was a year ago, he was with Inseong on break between practices when they decided to stop by a coffee shop. They entered and he immediately noticed you, sitting with your long legs crossed at a high table near the counter. The spring sun was illuminating the whole place and time seemed to stay still for a few seconds. You ran your fingers through your hair before bringing them back on your coffee mug, your nails carelessly hitting the ceramic in rhythm.

You were smiling brightly at the guy in front of you and the whole time Rowoon and Inseong waited at the counter, he couldn’t stop himself from throwing glances your way. When he looked at you for the seventh time, your eyes locked and the air stopped in his chest. Inseong saw his face and followed his gaze with a cheeky smile.

“Minwoo-hyung!” He half-yelled in the empty coffee shop. Rowoon reluctantly turned his head and noticed for the first time that the guy sitting with you was working in marketing for their company. His name was Minwoo and he was an American-Korean who was only 3 years older than Inseong. Everyone at the company knew how much of a player he was, basically dating a new hopeless girl every month. A fire began to burn in Rowoon’s chest, spreading to his ears, making them turn bright red.

“Hi guys, I guess you’re on break? You should sit with us while you wait.” Minwoo smiled back at Inseong and gestured the high table next to them. Rowoon sat in dead silence, wondering why their hyung would want them to crash his date. This time he avoided to look at the foreigner girl, staring at the wood design of the table instead. Inseong happily introduced himself in English and you were instantly wowed by his ability.

“I’m y/n, nice to meet you!” He immediately proceeded to ask where you were from and your age, but you just blushed and giggled the questions away.

“You’re Rowoon right?” He lifted his head amazed at the way his name fell out of your lips and sounded so marvelously smooth. When your eyes locked again, he mumbled his greetings in English with a small voice. You stared in curiosity, making it hard for him to form coherent thoughts. “I already know about SF9, I’m sorry if that’s weird”. A nervous giggle climbed your throat and the young man continued to look at you until the barista interrupted with two coffees.

“Do you guys need to go or do you want to stay with us a little longer? Y/n still has time left, right?” Minwoo kindly switched back the conversation to Korean.

“I don’t have to get back to work right away Oppa, it’s alright.” You answered in Korean with a heavy accent.

“Oh, then we also still have time. How do you speak Korean so well?” Rowoon asked politely. He was instantly more comfortable and bold in his own language. Inseong raised an eyebrow, knowing that the younger singer was the one who wanted to go back sooner to the dance studio.

“I’ve been working here for a year, Minwoo-oppa is one of my housemates.” The girl warmly grinned at him, making his heart skipped a beat. I guess they are not on a date then. He smiled back.


I need to tell her. I need to tell her how much I missed her when she was away. Rowoon presses the button to call the elevator down again. He let his feelings build up for a year before being ready to confess, if he waits any longer you might start to seriously see someone. He doesn’t want to end up being just a friend forever.

His fingers are nervously drumming the side of his thighs as the elevators doors open and he gets in. The singer pulls the mask down on his chin and press 12, the strange feeling in his guts intensifies as the lift starts to move. When he gets out on the twelfth floor, he mechanically walks to your place even if only has been there once since you moved. Rowoon barely gets to knock 2 times before you swing open the door and he bounces back in surprise.

Holy shit. She wouldn’t have answered the door half-naked, right? He gulps. His eyes wander on your legs before he looks up, avoiding eye-contact.


Your mouth forms a silent “O” as you register who’s standing at your front door. You just thought the pre-paid delivery was there and opened it without thinking. Rowoon’s gaze caresses your legs disappearing under the oversize t-shirt you threw on. The way he looks at your body longer than necessary makes you blush and you clear your throat before trying to speak.

“I thought you were the chicken!” You laugh to hide your discomfort and stare at him behind the chaos of your wet locks of hair.

“Hu-uum, well I-” Rowoon starts. Oh god, I look like a total mess. Remembering your current state, you panic and interrupt him.

“Did you miss me that much? Is that why you’re already visiting me?” You playfully hit his shoulder, trying to sound has normal as you could, but blabbering nonsense. “I just got back and took a much-deserved very hot bath.”

WHY? Jeez, you hate yourself. The words escaped your mouth before you realized. This isn’t the kind of things you should be saying to your younger male friend. No big deal where you’re from, but Koreans are a bit more cautious with their choice of words.

“Yeah, I know that you just got back. That’s why I’m here.” He frowns. “I mean, the bath is not why I’m here. I didn’t know about the bath. It’s not something I would have known about, right? What I mean is… I’m here to see you…not see you in the bath… But it’s also logical that you would want to wash after the fligh-“ His ears are bright red and he clearly needs help to finish that speech.

“Ok, you’re being weird.” You cut him off, ending both of your sufferings “I’m sorry, I’m not on my more reserved side right now. You want to come in? I’ll behave.” Raising an eyebrow, you open the door wider. You must admit, you’re really flattered to be able to make him flustered like that.

“Wait?! Shouldn’t you put something else on?” Pure panic is perceivable in his voice and he’s staring at his feet seemingly terrified to look up. Why is he nervous like that? He has seen you in your pajama before.

The only time you saw him like that was when you covered HyunA at a karaoke and tried to get him to dance with you. You were so drunk that you kept telling him repeatedly how hot he was. The next day, Rowoon was so uncomfortable he couldn’t meet your eyes, so you lied and said you didn’t remember anything. When you asked to know what you did to embarrass him, he lied too and you both never talked about it again. Great memory there, Soju-champion. A faint blush creeps on your cheeks and when you look down at yourself, you finally get his agitation.

“Rowoon… I am wearing shorts.” You make that statement in the dullest tone and move to the side to let him in. He passes you like a ghost, more dead than alive. A million thoughts run through your head. “Why would you think I’m answering the door wearing only a t-shirt anyway?” You ask trying to ease the tension of the weird atmosphere.

“I-I thought you just threw something on when you got out of the bath, sorry.” His expression is still dark, probably because of the embarrassment.

A quick knock on the door you closed seconds ago stops you from reassuring him and you accept the chicken delivery without further ceremony. When you turn around to move to the kitchen you are surprise to see the singer is still standing in the small corridor.

“I should go now and let you eat.” He asserts hastily trying to get around you and leave. You firmly grab his arms and turn him around. He’s so close you can feel his breath on your face and goosebumps spread on your arms. Rowoon towers over you, his dark eyes looking straight into yours for the first time since you opened the door.

“Then why are you here?” Your voice falls flat in the tiny space. It sounds more like an accusation than the invitation to stay longer you intended.

“I missed you.” Even if he casually said those words to you before, you feel his whisper this time is slightly different, needy. He’s still inspecting your eyes, begging you to answer a question you’re not sure he asked. Rowoon slowly licks his lips, something you know him to do when he’s edgy. Suddenly, it proves to be too much and you pull on his arm to bring him closer. Your lips brush gently against his and you immediately back off keeping your eyes shut.

“I missed you too” …But not in a friend kind of way. There goes a year of self-control, congrats y/n.

Before you find the courage to open your eyes and face him, you are being pushed to the wall. Rowoon’s lips crash on yours again, this time, fiercely. You gasp in his mouth, surprised, but he doesn’t seem to mind at all. He presses his body to feel you closer and you kiss him back slightly parting your lips. His right hand is on the wall next to your head while his left hand is getting lost in the wet mess of your hair.

You drop the bag of chicken on the ground to get a hold of his shoulders and keep him close. All thoughts about preserving your friendship vanished and you abandon yourself in his embrace. Rowoon’s tongue begins exploring your mouth, so soft and warm that you let out a needy moan. The young singer pulls back astonished and you seize the opportunity to take his black mask and slide his jacket off. Once they’re next to the chicken on the floor, you grab his neck, closing the gap between your lips again. It’s not too long before you’re both panting, your bodies craving each other. Rowoon drops his head, sucking gently where your neck meets your shoulder.

“Let’s move to my room.” When you lightly push him away, he pouts before obediently following you to your room.  He sits on your bed and looks up in awe as you take your shorts off. You’re staring at him, only in your panties and oversize t-shirt, waiting for him to remove his pants.

As soon as they are free, his hands are on your thighs, caressing them up and down. “I love your legs.” He deeply groans while his fingers trail up, exploring your bare skin. “Oh, I know.” You grin and climb on his lap, thinking of all those times you caught him peeking at your thighs. You tug at the hem of his t-shirt, urging him to take it off too.

When his abs are exposed you bite your lower lip and an impressed hiss escapes your mouth. “God you’re hot.” He smirks and pulls you into a kiss. “Hotter than what I told you that day at the karaoke.” He pecks your lips again but ends up chuckling against your cheeks. “I thought it was the soju…” You grab his chin and look in his dark brown irides.

“I have eyes. Did you forget I knew you as an Idol before? I already had a crush and bad ideas about you.” You begin to grind your hips against his in rhythm, making him moan as he firmly holds your ass. Between pants, Rowoon nibbles your neck and his hands explore your body. He reaches underneath your t-shirt to cup your breasts and tease your nipples.

“Bad ideas, hum?” Your wetness soaks your panties with each grind of his clothed bulge against you. “Ro-Rowoon…” After a moment, you start to believe you’ll both come undone like this, but he uses his weight to flip you on the bed. Rowoon blinks, searching for his breath as you remove your t-shirt and stare innocently at him.

“y/n…” His murmur sends shivers down your spine. Slowly, he starts to kiss his way down on your body and his fingers gently touch the wetness through your lace panties. He leaves a last kiss on your right hip before giving you a lustful gaze and tossing them aside.  His thumb slides up and down your opening, spreading your wetness. You fist the sheets of your bed, trying to hold onto reality. He inserts a finger inside you, moving it carefully and gauging your reaction. “Aa-ah, please… Rowoon…” You whine and he adds a finger, feeling a bit more confident. He moves them back and forth, curling them occasionally to look at you curve your back, fascinated. He’s panting laboriously, letting out groans and scattering kisses on your soft skin. The sight of you getting off on his fingers is making him crazy. “Noona… Hum- Is this for real?”

You can’t help but wonder too, the situation seems surreal; the man of your dreams is gently sucking the soft skin of your inner thigh while letting out little moans. His chest is rising and falling in rhythm, his black hair is a mess and his lips are swollen and red. Rowoon is kneeling next to your bed, in-between your legs. 

“Come here.” Your voice is hoarse and you sensually gesture him with your finger. He climbs up the bed to meet your needy lips. “This is real…” The weight of his body is pinning you to the mattress. It only makes you want him more and you grind your hips against his. Rowoon grunts in the kiss and drops his head in frustration. “I don’t have protection; I really didn’t think that we’d-”

“It’s okay.” You interrupt and can’t help but giggle when he thanks God and Buddha as you reach in your bedside table. In no time, Rowoon is fully naked in front of you, rolling down a condom on his length. Leaning on your elbows, you bite your lower lip, appreciating the sight. The corner of his mouth curl up in a shy smile and you notice how red his ears still are. “I can’t believe you’re still blushing.” His black gaze meets yours.

“What can I say; you have no idea the effect you have on me.” His cheesiness makes you laugh and he tries to stop it with his lips while he’s positioning himself on top of you. He begins to suck on the tip of your tongue, prolonging the embrace until you’re both searching for air. The tip of his cock brushes against your folds and you gasp in anticipation but he stops his movements. “Are you sure?” His voice is almost inaudible and if you were a meter away you wouldn’t have heard it. You nod and his eyes scan yours for confirmation. What he finds seems to reassure him because he slowly sinks himself in you, still maintaining eye contact.

After few seconds of immobility, Rowoon starts to move again at a maddeningly gentle pace. “Faa-faster” You beg. He obliges and brings his palm behind your right knee to spread your legs and allow himself deeper. You both cry out when he begins to move faster and harder. The sounds of moans and skin against skin rapidly fill the room and you close your eyes, overwhelmed by your senses. Rowoon plants sloppy kisses on your neckline. You grip his hair and shoulder, his breath and saliva trailing patterns on your chest.

He lets go of your leg to drop his body closer to yours and brings his thumb to your sensitive bud. When it starts to rub little circles, you become even more of a mess, trembling and clenching your thighs against his legs. His name falls of your lips like a mantra and he returns it to you with low animal grunts. He speeds up his pace again, his hips hitting you firmly with each thrust. The mixture of pain and pleasure begins to make you lose all awareness and your orgasm builds up in your stomach. You completely reach your high right when Rowoon cries your name while coming undone. The peak of sensations sends you over the edge. Spasms take control of your body and you abandon yourself to the waves of pleasure. Rowoon collapses next to you, breathing loudly while you both try to regain composure.

After a moment, he looks at you and caresses your cheek with his index. “Are you okay?” You turn your head his way, a bit startled. “Why? Aren’t you?!” He just laughs in response and brings your body closer to his. For a few minutes, you just lay on his chest, feeling the drowsiness settle upon you both, until your stomach protests his starvation. The memories of the rest of the night hit you and you start to worry about what tonight means for your relation. You may have dream of this ever since you met him at the café, but you were kind of hoping for more than a hook up.

“Hum, so you didn’t really tell me why you came here tonight…” You look up to him, but his eyes are closed.

“Oh…” He pauses and then smiles. “To confess.”

“Oh… And how did it go?” Relieved, you chuckle excitedly.

“Hum… I think it went pretty amazing, to be honest!” You both giggle and he lovingly gazes at you through his eyelashes. Was this always this easy? We should have done that ages ago. Before any of you can add anything, your stomach makes a new protest noise and you stand up embarrassed.

“Well I guess the chicken is cold now and I have to wash up again. Care to join me in the shower?” You turn around, ready to sexily wave your hips and make him follow you to the bathroom, but he grabs your hand.

“Wait. We should warm the chicken and eat first.” Rowoon hesitates and bites his lower lip, suddenly shy. “We could get dirty again afterwards, I mean…”  He playfully winks at you. “Why wash up? I want to know all about those bad ideas you said you had…”


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Wild Hope: Chapter 1

The Spotlight Diner is not exactly the most popular restaurant in town, but it is certainly good enough to fill the place of Breadstix when Santana Lopez short on time during her lunch break. Walking through the front doors of the establishment, the young woman glances over at the hostess desk to find her friend, Rachel Berry, working her normal Tuesday shift. It doesn’t take long for Rachel to catch sight of her, giving a small wave in greeting before going back ringing up the bill for her current customer, a rather familiar blonde.

It does not take long for Santana’s brain to register exactly who she is looking. In fact, the realization comes almost instantaneously as she feels her heart start thumping in her chest. The woman’s name is Brittany Pierce, a local mechanic Santana has had a crush on ever since the beginning of their freshman year of high school.

Taking a moment to observe the blonde, she notices the navy polo she has tucked neatly into her pants that adorns the logo for Pierce Automotive embroidered into the material. Though the brunette does her best not to blatantly ogle the beautiful woman paying for her lunch, she still manages to fall short of her goal as Rachel catches onto what is happening. Surprisingly enough, however, the other brunette manages to refrain from making a spectacle out what she has witnessed. The only action that gives away the fact that she even notices Santana’s staring is the small knowing smirk the hostess fails to suppress as she shifts her focus back to her customer.

It does not take long for the two women to finish their transaction. Once done, Rachel glances over at her friend and teases, “You might as well put up your wallet, Santana, because I still owe you for buying dinner last week.”

“It was only a couple of cheap tacos from a food truck, Berry. Stop making such a big deal about it,” Santana argues, attempting to make her words carry a tone of indifference as she proceeds to take out the proper amount of cash and hold it out for the other brunette to take.

“No, Santana! I refuse to let you pay. This one is on me,” Rachel continues to refuse, pushing her friend’s hand away while glancing back and forth between the two patrons. “Now, give me just one moment, and I will be right back with both of your orders.”

Brittany instantly looks over to Santana with a broad smile as soon as Rachel is gone, playfully chuckling out, “I guess somethings really do never change, huh?”

“Yeah, she is still just as hardheaded as ever,” the brunette grumbles under her breath as she shoves the money back into her purse. It is only then that she realizes the comment must have been spoken just loud enough for Brittany to hear as she watches the woman suddenly throw her head back in laughter before they each quiet back down once again.

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anonymous asked:

Thank you so much for writing my prompts. Stuckony AU Tony and Bucky are together, Stony AU with minor Bucky/Sam. I left all three prompts and I saw your post that you couldn't leave Steve alone in the third one, Winteriron college AU Steve laughs this one. I would be very happy if you turn the prompt into Stuckony or if you pair Steve with Sam since I like Sam/Steve a lot too. So please do write if inspiration strikes you. Thanks once again for writing the prompts.

OH, THANK GOD. Okay, I changed this around a little bit. Pre-established Stucky both have raging crushes on Tony. Steve tried to date Tony before he and Bucky got together, and thinks it’s a lost cause. Bucky is determined to prove Steve wrong.

The original prompt idea was this. I am so relieved to be turning this into Stuckony! This will have another part or two. Also, I know that Tony went to college very young in most universes, but for this story, everyone is 18 or older.

(Also, in case you didn’t catch it, the second part to my other Stuckony AU went up yesterday. You can read that on AO3 here. Shameless plug.)


“I’m gonna date him,” Bucky said, his voice low, his face determined as he stared across the quad. Steve almost didn’t look up from the book in his lap. He had a test in his history of military tactics class tomorrow, and he was trying to absorb as much as he could.

Steve eventually looked up, what Bucky said finally sinking in. He was confused at first, and a little worried that his boyfriend was professing his desire to date another boy when he saw what, or who, Bucky was staring at. He sighed heavily and went back to his reading.

“Buck, you know that’s not going to happen. Trust me, I’ve been there before. He never even looked me in the eye when I tried to talk to him. Rhodes and Potts practically threatened me!” He said with a huff. It was true. He’d tried desperately to date Tony their freshman year. Steve had been really stuck on him, and honestly still was, but he’d learned his lesson.

Besides, he and Bucky were happy together. It had taken them a long while to finally realize that they wanted each other. They’d been best friends since grade school. There had always been an attraction there that neither of them had wanted to admit to. Both of them scared to come out to their friends and family.

When Bucky had transferred here last year, during their sophomore year, it hadn’t taken long for their newfound freedom and a more accepting campus to get them to admit that they wanted to be together.

Of course, Steve had been honest about his feelings for Tony, and rather than get jealous, that information had caused Bucky to be curious about the known recluse. Which had, of course, led to his boyfriend being smitten too. Not that Steve could blame him at all.

“Seriously, Bucky. Just let it go. He doesn’t date. Anyone. And Rhodes and Potts are downright scary if anyone tries to get close to him,” Steve warned his boyfriend again. He really did not want a repeat of freshman year.

Steve hazarded a glance, looking over to the subject in question. Tony Stark. He was a genius, top of their class, and absolutely gorgeous. Despite this, he was incredibly introverted. He had two friends, James Rhodes and Pepper Potts, and beyond that, he didn’t socialize. He didn’t date anyone, and he had no interest in even speaking or looking at anyone besides his two friends and his professors when he had to.

“I don’t care, Stevie. I’m determined. I’m gonna prove you wrong,” Bucky said stubbornly. He glanced over to his boyfriend with a pout. “We can’t just give up! He’s just a really shy guy,” He reasoned further. Steve glanced at Bucky with another sigh.

“Your funeral,” Steve quipped back, before going back to his reading. He knew that Bucky had a class with Tony this year. Mechanical engineering. Bucky was a science whiz, majoring in engineering as well as minoring in music. He had a talent for the guitar and played sometimes around campus. Steve absolutely loved to hear him play and sing.

“You’ll see, Stevie. I’m gonna get him to agree to a date,” Bucky said, eyes bright with purpose as he stared at the beautiful genius that was sitting under a tree and tapping away at a tablet. Steve just shook his head.

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Ok, I just tried out walking this way and it did something amazing to my pelvis and I felt SO GROUNDED and I’m walking like a baby/ballerina/drama queen from now on.

@elephantbitterhead I think you may find this interesting/up your alley.

anonymous asked:

"Business in the front, spiders in the back" I laugh every time I see that. It's awesome.

I’m quite fond of it, too!

As a turn of phrase, it wasn’t mine to coin: I shamelessly purloined it off of this post, of a bicycle with a conventional front end, but the back wheel replaced by a complex walking mechanism that, fairly readily looks like a skittering spider. The third reply in delivers the original.

At first I was just taken by it because it’s kind of a linguistic conversation piece: it’s something recognizable (business in the front, party in the back) with a bit of precisely included tomfoolery (”spiders” instead of “party”) that makes it sound at a glance proper and reasonable but upon further observation just a little bit nonsensical.

It also has a very pleasing cadence to it as a phrase, which, I think all of this is a great deal of slightly-pedantic words for, it’s a funny little phrase.

But taking it more seriously than it was ever meant, I think that it’s sort of sound advice. I personally enjoy things a little fantastical and a little creepy, but it’s also important to live in the practical world- and that’s not to say you have to pick one or the other. They can play nicely together.