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.

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.


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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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?


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– 

Bad Ideas (M)

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

Protagonists: Rowoon & you

Word Count: 3,3k

Genre: Smut

A/N: 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 ͡°)

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” when 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 that nervous? 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 dream 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 a bit embarrassed. “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…”

- Lyly. (I live on a twelfth floor and this could be my studio #oops) ;) 


Have some ridiculous eating utensil headcanons featuring the Broganes and Matt Holt (written with some hilarious input from @andriseup and @synesthete-matt-holt):

  • Upon learning that Shiro keeps real, non-disposable chopsticks in his silverware drawer, Keith and Matt both had the exact same reaction: “Cool, now we can eat E V E R Y T H I N G with chopsticks!”
  • “Everything” apparently includes things like ice cream, yogurt, cereal, crackers, fried chicken…
  • One time, Shiro walked in to see Matt casually skewering Cheerios with a pair of chopsticks.
  • Another time, Shiro woke up to Keith eating ice cream for breakfast with chopsticks.

Shiro: (SIGHS)

Keith: What? I’m connecting to my heritage.

Shiro: By eating ice cream for breakfast in the most inefficient possible way?

  • (Shiro acts like he cares about Proper Chopstick Usage, but then when all the spoons are dirty he also eats ice cream with chopsticks.)
  • This utensil-themed absurdity doesn’t stop at just chopsticks, though. Once, Shiro walked in on Matt eating yogurt with a mechanical pencil.

Shiro: (walks in)

Matt: (silently licks yogurt off pencil)

Shiro: (walks out)

  • About a year later, he walked in on Keith stabbing at Easy Mac with a mechanical pencil.

Shiro: I am Surrounded by Barbarians!

You’re Silly Part 2

Josh Dun x reader

Read the rest: Part 1, Part 3

Summary: An old friend helps you with your car troubles. But is he really the old friend you remember?

Words: 853

Requested? Yup by @emmatrashfordanandphil. And, yes, @eyecandyucandy, you did mention wdbwot in the request. Glad you’re accepting my love for cliffhangers. Hope you enjoy this second part :)

A/N: Reminder that Y/N/N = Your Nickname. Also, if you figure out what the number that I mention corresponds to, let me know!

“Yeah, I am. Are you a fan?” The boy asked as he removed his sunglasses, folding them and hanging them off of the neckline of his shirt. You blinked a few times, surprised that he didn’t remember you.

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Rude Awakening

I hear a voice, before I even feel anything else, before I can even feel my own limbs.

Hearing is the last sense to go, but also the first to come back.

I… don’t know how I know, but I do. I do.


It’s my name. I recognize it. The way you say it feels so familiar. Do we know each other? I feel like we do. I see a light– it is golden and warm and, somehow, I know that is the voice. What is your name? I want to ask, but my tongue is lead and my throat sandpaper. I barely part my lips.

Open your eyes.

It hits me then, all at once. And it is terrifying.

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how did I live so long (without your lips on mine)

 aka First Kiss

Originally posted by solorenskywalker




Cassian x Reader


Series Summary: Cassian and Reader Firsts – from meeting each other to the first time, first kiss, first fight, first “I love you”, to their (first) last breaths (maybe…that might be too depressing)

Time Cassian and Reader have known each other: 9 months

Chapter: 6/20

Prompt: Anonymous- “firsts” for cassian x reader please?!? (like first date, first kiss, first fight etc) :-))

Author’s notes: Phew sorry I was hoping to have this up earlier but life…so here you go! All I have to say is KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS MY FAVORITE PART OF FANFICTIONS

Ever since you had realized you loved Cassian your world had been different. You felt lighter and lit up every time you saw him. Your heart would skip a beat when his hand would brush against yours. And when he touched your back you would lean into him as far as you could. Though Cassian definitely noticed how much happier and touchy you were being he didn’t say anything, instead he would just smile and pull you closer.

Though you had finally admitted to yourself how you felt you still weren’t sure if you should tell Cassian. Did you really want to ruin one of the best friendships you ever had? Did you really want to risk losing the one person you loved more than anything? Did he even love you back?

There was only one way to find out.

As you went to find Cassian, a week after the realization, you couldn’t find him. He wasn’t in his room, the mess hall, the intelligence center, or even his (unused) workshop. Your last stop was the hangar.

His ship was gone.

What? You knew that he didn’t have a mission, because he hadn’t said goodbye, and Cassian always said goodbye.  

After asking around, you couldn’t get anyone to give you a straight answer. You searched for General Draven or one of Cassian’s supervisors, but none of them were on base as well.

As the day passed, you grew more and more frustrated and began to see people outright avoiding you, which only made your suspicions grow.

You were finally able to corner General Draven, who had just arrived on Yavin 4 a few minutes before. He informed you tersely that Cassian was on a covert mission that was need to know only.

Before you could take out your anger on Draven, he was already halfway down the hallway. Seeing as the last time your yelling had damaged his hearing, you didn’t blame him.

The days passed without any communication from Cassian. After refusing to call him the first few days, because you were mad he didn’t tell you he was leaving, you caved and sent him 7 messages within five minutes even though Draven had told you Cassian wasn’t allowed any form of communication.

As the days passed, your anger subsided. You knew it wasn’t Cassian’s fault and he was just following orders, but you were annoyed and had to take it out on someone. And that someone soon transferred onto an unsuspecting rebel.

Unsuspecting rebels had become the focus of your annoyance for the past few months.

Ever since you had become friends with Cassian you had been receiving more attention on base. You used to be able to slide under the radar, but because of the base wide bets and drastic declarations of love, people definitely knew who you were now.

At first you didn’t mind the attention. Just hellos, small talk, and friendly gestures, but over time it began to become more.

More meaning your fellow rebels began asking you out.

They would try to impress you with epic stories of their adventures and daring rescues. Usually you were able to scare them off with a sly smile and a flick of your gun. Sometimes when that wouldn’t work you’d look desperately to Cassian, who would growl at them until they quickly scurried away.

What was the probability that a new cocky pilot would join the rebellion the exact week that Cassian was away?


This new pilot was impressive. But he was also cocky, arrogant, and annoying. And you had somehow caught his attention.

It started gradually with him trying to talk to you and sitting next to you during meetings. But it quickly grew to him bringing you food, trying to carry your belongings, and constantly asking you to go out with him.

You declined multiple times, but he wouldn’t give in.

He knew that you were available. He told you that he had heard all the rumors about you.

You weren’t sure what that meant, but it made things hell. He would act like he knew all about you, he would bring you your “favorite” food or “favorite” flower, but he never got one thing right.

Since Cassian was gone you had no one to complain to or help you scare him away.

So instead of dealing with the problem you avoided it (like you did with everything else). You would stealthily travel through the base to avoid him, peering around corners, hiding in alcoves, and you even climbed into an air vent one day. You had barely eaten, because every time you went into the mess hall he would pop up, no matter what time.

After he found out where your room was you took to hiding out in Cassian’s room.

It was in his room that you came up with your master plan.

You were going to kiss a guy to prove that you liked someone else and weren’t interested in him.

Time to find a guy.

After going through the list of men you had worked with in the past, you chose a mechanic. He still owed you a favor after you had picked him up rare parts for the R2 unit he was building.

After shooting him a quick (desperately begging) message he agreed to meet up the next day. You went to his workshop and you were somehow able to convince him of your plan. He had laughed (for a little too long) and agreed before you could even start begging.

A few days later you left Cassian’s room. Instead of ninja walking around like usual, you walked through the halls with a purpose.

Just as you passed by the training room you heard someone scream your name, the pilot.

You swiftly changed your direction and headed towards the hangar. The pilot screamed your name again, but you pretended like you didn’t hear him.

As you entered the hangar you frantically scanned the room, trying find your mechanic.

There he was. Right next to his ship.

You sighed steeling yourself, and quickly took off toward him. His back was to you so he didn’t see you coming. Instead of calling his name, you just grabbed his shoulder, turned him around, and kissed him.

The second your lips touched his, he froze. At first he didn’t kiss back, which was strange, so you pushed yourself harder against him, your hand reaching up to pull him closer. His lips became soft under yours and his arms came up to wrap tightly around you. One hand snaked around your back while the other rose to weave into your hair, pulling you even closer to him.

When you finally pulled back your heart stopped. It wasn’t your mechanic, it was Cassian.

Cassian whose face was the picture of confusion and longing?

You both froze, Cassian’s arms still tight around you.

After a beat, his arms slowly loosened and you quickly took two steps back.

Before you could even think about what to say your pilot “admirer” cleared his throat behind you. Without taking another look at Cassian you turned quickly to face the pilot. 

He apologized for “romantically” pursuing you and hastily sped away. You heard Cassian snort behind you and was just about to turn around to face him when you saw your mechanic friend walked into your view. He smirked at you and you threw him a glare. Just as you opened your mouth to tear him a new one, Cassian gently touched your back.

You whipped around to face him your face bright red.

Before you could even apologize for jumping him, he smiled, “Well, that sure was a hell of a welcome home.”

You sighed punching him on the shoulder, “Welcome home! Fuck, Cassian I didn’t even know you left!”

“Hey now, don’t change the subject fierabrás.”

You tilted your head, “Change what now?”

Y/N. Come on. That kiss, I mean-“ Cassian sighed taking a step toward you, his eyes shining.

You mirrored him by stumbling back a few steps, “Listen I just wanted to get that guy off my back. I- I didn’t even mean to kiss you. I mean I was supposed to kiss Beron, you know the mechanic? It didn’t mean anything.”

Your heart dropped as the light in his eyes dimmed and his body seemed to visibly deflate, “Oh. I-okay then.“

With plans to meet up later you both went your separate ways. Cassian looked as if he had been kicked in the stomach while you felt completely broken.

You could slap yourself. A week ago you had been ready to tell Cassian how you really felt. Why had you wimped out? Now you had fucked it all up. There was no coming back from this. How could you tell him now? This was for the best right?

But how could it be right not to be with him though? You couldn’t get the feel of his lips out of your head. All you could think about was how perfect they had felt on yours. How safe you had felt in his arms. How he had held you so tight you could still feel his hands on your body. How you longed to feel his lips on yours again. 

But he hadn’t fought for you. If he had truly wanted you he would have told you. Right?

And so you both moved on.

So you thought.

Tagged: @ly–canthrope  @misswinchester221b  @heyjess-marie

Next up: I hoped you wouldn’t notice (how I hid my darkness from you) aka first time avoiding each other



i’m back with a new round of sinfully good recommendations for you (because i just can’t seem to get enough of these two idiots falling in love over and over again). as per usual, remember to heed the tags and warnings for every fic and look out for 🔧 if you want to read some techienician. happy reading! 💖

previous lists: one / two / three / four / five / six

Beauty Beneath by dallystrings

33k • E • Perhaps it was the cockiness that Dameron bled, or the look of complete and utter distress in his friend’s eyes, but Hux could not hold back the lie that bubbled up in his throat.
“You know Ben, he’s a disaster when it comes to planning in advance,” Hux laughed lightly, dropping his hand to entwine his fingers in Ben’s. “I’m Hux, his boyfriend.”

Or, the one where Ben really doesn’t want to go home, and Hux is just trying to be a better friend.

Political Warfare by reserve

4k • M • Are you a spy or a whore?

Wet Mouth Sounds by K_dAzrael

4k • E • “Hux is one of those Youtubers who do ASMR videos but they’re wearing really skimpy outfits and whispering all sexy. Kylo watches all Hux’s videos and leaves comments saying he’s a slut. What happens next may surprise you…?”

Fragile: Handle With Care by RosieRivendell 

🔧 • 19k • E • If there is one person on board the Finalizer Techie cannot stand, it’s that Matt the radar technician.

That’s too bad for Matt, because he is desperately in love with Techie.

Carpet burns by Ellstra

6k • E • Hux’s fascination with Imperial officers is not only professional. Kylo decides Hux deserves to relieve the pressure of command for once, and buys an Imperial uniform from Space ebay™.

You Will Meet a Tall Stranger by hollycomb

36k • E • Hux had a single beloved toy as a child. As an adult, he meets a faceless shadow of a man who reminds him uncomfortably of what was once his prized possession.

Freefall by InkStainedFingers

2k • T+ • The night after the disaster at Starkiller Base, Kylo Ren pays a visit to the General’s quarters.

A Little More than Routine Maintenance by thewightknight

3k • E • Hux should have gotten the vintage Ghia checked out before he bought it, but it was too late now. Luckily the nearby Millennium Auto has a five star rating and is in within walking distance. Bonus: cute mechanic!

Gym Rats by Gigi_Sinclair 

🔧 • 2k • T+ • Hux decides his brother Techie needs to get fit. The personal trainer, Matt, thinks he already is.

Deus Ex Machina by ballvvasher 

20k • E • Caleb is rescued from hopeless confinement by one of Nathan’s androids, a lively AI by the name of Ren. Ren—a prototype combative android with superhuman strength—believes Caleb to be Hux, the program Nathan developed to manipulate Ren into forming an authentic affinity for Caleb. For Ren, Hux—the love of his lonely life—only existed in his dreams. Until he finds him in the flesh behind the glass door. 

In The Flesh by Anonymous (@srawratskcuf)

3k • E • Kylo is that one kid in school who gives piercings in the bathroom. Prep!Hux comes in for one on a dare and keeps coming back for more (a good mix of ‘dam these are hot’ and 'damn hes hot’)

Hex Signs by fluorescentgrey

5k • E • South Cariboo, 1870. “You have to find me good for something.”

brave like a seed in the dirt by imochan

8k • E • He has a photo on his phone. It’s of Hux in the weak, nascent sunlight, red and gold and pink and filtered through the dappled bridge of the trees over their heads, when they’d been standing by the edge of the marsh, and Ben had bitten a bruise into the underside of his jaw maybe fifteen minutes earlier, and when you squinted you could see it, nestled against the fold of his black collar, because Hux had his head tilted in just the right way.

Bohemian Rhapsody by for_autumn_i_am

18k • E • Kylo is a street musician in Prague. Hux is touring with the prestigious First Order Orchestra. They collide. Hard.

Take Notice by Ezlebe

6k • E • “I didn’t know you had a TiMER,” Phasma says, her voice breaking the heavy shock in the booth. She pauses for a beat, then gives a small, uncomfortable laugh, “You look a little bit like you forgot, too.”

Hux slowly turns his arm over, unable to look at it anymore lest he do something entirely undignified, like rip it out with his fingers. He can feel his heart working out of control beneath his ribs.

“What does it say?”

Cafe Culture by verybadhedgehog

2k • E • Hux invites Ren to his office for a role playing session centred around the concept of a blowjob cafe.

A Little Problem by kyluxicle, oorsprong

5k • E • “I promise I’d make it good,” Ren said, breath tickling soft skin.

“Kriff,” he whispered, unable to stop himself. Ren’s tone elicited all the right responses and the pressure of his lips had Hux’s toes squirming.

“Surely you don’t think this is the right venue for this sort of activity?” he countered even as his hips shifted a little of their own accord. “Does it turn you on having me helpless here?” He regretted the words immediately as he felt his cheeks heat. It was certainly turning one of them on.

Ren hummed, his lips still against Hux’s thigh and sending the heat from his cheeks down his neck and chest.

“Yes,” Ren said.

It’s Only Cheating If You Get Caught by Glass_Oceans

2k • E • Kylux + strip poker. Hux keeps winning despite Kylo’s force sensitivity until Kylo finds out Hux’s been cheating the whole time.

Give Me Something to Feel by unicornsandbutane

6k • E • After the triumph of Starkiller, Hux thinks it might be a good time to have a /conversation/ with Kylo Ren. This, like every part of the next 36 hours, does not go according to his plans.

fever to tell by IrisParry

7k • E • Hux was waving the thought like an obscene placard, and when Kylo latched onto it he made a low sound, half surprise and half pleasure, grip tightening around Kylo’s wrist.It was crude, but appealing nonetheless, and it rose up on a seething mass of images and emotions that Hux hadn’t a hope of concealing now. Kylo took a deep breath, centring himself, resisting the temptation to just take and take.

Hux thinks he understands what Kylo Ren wants from him. So does Kylo Ren.

Preference: Star Wars (Rogue One)

How You Meet

Characters: Baze Malbus, Bodhi Rook, Cassian Andor, Chirrut Imwe, Jyn Erso, K-2SO

Warnings: violence

Request: “Preferences : SW: Rogue One; how you meet” - anonymous

A/N: debated for a long time whether or not I should just explicitly do the Rogue One crew or other characters and eventually I just settled for the Rogue One crew (because I’m kinda lazy I’m sorry). I also added gifs in this one (can’t guarantee I’ll add gifs for my other preferences tho), so hope you enjoy !!

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guess who’s back, back again. tony’s back, tell a friend.

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Lilies and Zeppelin: Part 3

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Pairing: Punk!Dean/Reader

Tags: HS AU, Punk!Dean, fluff, Dean’s the cutest, Y/N’s the best, Sammy’s adorable

Words: 3347

Notes: sorry this got kind of long, let me know if you want more/what you think please :) 

Originally posted by acklesjensen

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