#sry off topic >_>

[terriblewritingadvice]

mee whenn i make up entirely fanon dynamics between characters yayy

[themyscirah]

Complaining abt Suicide Squad yet again but the fact that they have Waller exposing the alien community to space racist attacks and talking abt how she got to her position through deceit and being a terrible person and stuff is just. Ahsfiwueh JUST SAY YOU DONT KNOW WALLER.

Anyways literally the 3rd mission of the Squad ever (and the first framed as smth Waller picked and not orders from above) was the Squad discrediting and stopping a rogue vigilante who was only arresting POC and funneling white people into white supremacy groups (of which he was the most prominent member) in SUICIDE SQUAD #4. and it's explicitly framed as this mission being personal for Waller that she's hiding from the government bc its illegal like. Guys. Please why are we having her incite (space bc comics) racist attacks now

Also the whole "Amanda got her position through deceit and being a terrible person" NO. she KEPT her position through being shitty and playing complicated political games!!! She wasn't always that way like there is a difference and it is IMPORTANT ppl PLEASEEEE. In Secret Origins #14 we learn Amanda's backstory and she used to be a normal, caring person! Like even after she entered into working in government and politics she wasn't automatically morally bankrupt like please people. She was originally given control of the Squad by Reagan (*sigh* 80s comics...) to distract and get rid of her because she was so successful at pushing progressive social policy in Congress. Acting like she's this static pillar of evil is such a waste of her character and so fucking uninteresting and disrespectful to her arc it drives me MAD.

Like I am NOT saying Waller is all sunshine and rainbows, she fucking SUCKS (said w love <3) but like there's a human being there. It's a progression, she has a character arc like please, DC, please!!! They've fucked up Waller so bad and made her so opaque and uninteresting she can't even be the protagonist of her own story for fucks sake!

Like I don't know how many times I have to scream it until DC hears me or remembers but WALLER IS THE MAIN CHARACTER OF SUICIDE SQUAD. ITS HER BOOK. yet right now she's a cutout to be used as the villain wherever the writers please. Even in her book we get none of her perspective really displayed, no exploration of her thoughts with any kind of understanding of the role she traditionally has played and was made to play in the story.

[starvingsketches]

Random sketch to keep this blog alive-

Also a traditional one that I kind of just scribbled during class (his little speech bubble is censored because classmate name and privacy and stuff.)

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Little background info regarding this picture (Yep there's lore to it)

This is the fursona(or antrho version? Idk) of my class's pet fly that we decided to name Zsizsi. (I have no idea how to translate that name to english. Zhizhy, maybe?)

He was cool and actually very friendly, like he followed me everywhere(I don't stink THAT much, okay? ToT) and was pretty much just chilling on my desk in general. One of my classmates even sprayed him with her deodorant once and the mf survived. That's why I drew him with a gas mask in the first place.

Anyway I actually fed him and he was pretty much the best class pet we ever had. Well, for two days only cuz he kind of just disappeared, so he's probably dead. :(

Just look at the precious bby💖

May draw this guy hungry in the future-👀

[timetobeaghost]

Just wondering if people who keep insulting jews for supposedly being Zionists have any clue what they are talking about? I mean I' doubt it...

So, Zionism is the idea that Jews move back to Israel and build a state there. To finally be safe btw. Now if that is a smart idea or not is no longer a problem we need to discuss, as it already happened. Israel was founded 75 years ago, generations have been born there. Right now Zionism means supporting the continued existence of Israel.

So this right up there is something you would hold against a person? And if you truthfully answer yes, do you think there is any justification for that, other than you wholeheartedly agree with a genocide of Jews and think even Jews should agree or have it coming?... You have thought through what the Fall of Israel means and for how many million people?

[connormoving]

loveee when a character is crushed under the weight of someone elses expectations for them love when a character dedicates their entire life to something they never even wanted for themself love when the only reason a character keeps going is because theyre Supposed to and bc theyre supposed to make another person happy/proud. YES !!! CLAPPING !!! YES !!!!!!!!

[banghwa-moved]

im not neurodivergent at least as far as i officially know so i dont rly want to read too much into this but the older i get the more i realize i rly rly do like to stim. or at least do things that could probably come off as stimming. i realize more often that when i finish a big task and im proud of it i have to like. physically shake it off of me or ill finish weaving a crochet project and be so happy with the result that im flapping my hands before i can even realize what im doing . like ive always been a rly stiff person i feel rly anxious a lot about like . moving . in general idk but these days these little bouts come so suddenly and naturally . feels good :)

[lord-arbiter]

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[yumenosakiacademy]

About the hot topic kuro merch, it's been years but I think they did sell Alois' ring (both of ciel's rings too) as well as more buttons and card decks if I remember (it's been like 10 yrs years please take my word with the tiniest grains of salt) but I remember having a lot of that stuff (in thee olden days 😭) and I still do... Somewhere XD

i cant find anything substantial on alois' ring unfortunately except 4 tht mercari listing I'd mentioned but if they did indeed sell it, then thts jus so like. "Whoa" [in a good way]? :o ciel's ring, i can see why bc hes Protag n the ring is Important n Pretty n a lot of ppl think his ring is Neat, but it's like.. alois' ring feels like smth so special 2 hav as merch? i knew they sold s2 stuff (a shirt, some pins, a patch, n mayb some stuff i missed) but i feel like most ppl who'd hav alois' ring would b cosplayers or smth. like, sure, his ring was a big part of the latter half of s2, but i feel it's kind of overlooked. an underrated gem, if u will; pun kind of intended nyaha. n his ring is pretty too! it feels like a gold eye w a bright ruby red pupil n crystal eyelashes. i wonder if thts what they were going 4, actually?

but it's so cool tht u had a lot of tht stuff!! olden weeb relics of yrs gone by, w tht iconic classic 2000s-early 2010s anime feel... it rly is jus smth tht hits different! n BB was so iconic n was a big part of HT's (n anime's, rly) history too, so it's jus so Special, innit?

[gojoest]

Aiii omg ... I'm not the same anon but uou can't just leave those tags about Satoru & Kento and not elaborate further/lh ?? I'm screaming because, well - I agree with you, and I love gonana/nanago even when it wanders into darker territory ...

But I also wonder where that person on TikTok got the idea exactly lmao

i actually don’t have any further thoughts on it, that was just the first thing that popped in my mind haha bc yk satoru’s antics — if kento keeps ignoring him, he will consider some more extreme methods to get his attention (and get on his nerves lol) i like to imagine he’d still have some decency though and not actually stick his fingers in kento’s pants 😭 maybe he’ll do it through them and earn that unexpected moan … and get concerningly bricked up to the point where it’s impossible to hide it (bc how do you hide that humongous thing) and thus leading to some sexual tension between them afterward . this in my head happens way before the pining phase even where neither of them are still aware of the underlying feelings they have for each other . i rly like to think nanago starts purely as a physical relationship while the feelings were always there. i think they both express how much they care for the other through physical touch . they have really good sex . i think kento would be more avoidant outside of the bedroom but he’s always secretly looking forward to satoru’s clinginess

[airtifa]

phainon fic soon yum 😋

[connormoving]

im always like Oh sorry im talking so much im rambling so much today 1. my blog obviously im talking whym i apologizing. stupid 2. 'today'?

[everlastingserenitys]

Ghost In My Bed!

summ. How to get rid of a ghost in your house? Fuck him!

pairing. sylus x f!reader cw. ghost!sylus, p in v, fingering, teasing, tension, hand job, creampie, riding, kissing, dirty talk, Tara mentioned, some paranormal shit, p w little plot, belly bulging, Caleb mentioned wc. 3k :( a/n. first off I need more pics of sylus. 2nd, the link in one of the sentences just takes you to my ao3 fic! anyway this was stuck in my mind. sry if a lil sloppy

“Tara, are you sure this is a good place to move into?” You ask, glancing at the slightly worn out house in front of you. Vines draping down the roof, paint ripping off at every gush the wind blew.

“Okay don’t hate me for this but there maayy be something lurking inside there! I don't know though!”

“Seriously?!” you exclaim, playfully hitting her shoulder and looking back at the house one more time.

“If something happens it’s over for you.” You joke, crossing the fence and looking back at Tara.

Tara only giggled in response and wished you luck before you entered the house.

The second you entered the house you were met with an eerie feeling in the front room. A shudder left your body and you continued your walk. Then, a CRASH! echoed through the room.

Alarmed at the sound you pause at your spot, and look around before continuing your walk.

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“Tara you were right this house is weird!” You groan, resting your head on your desk as your phone is lying against your ear.

“What happened?”

“I think there’s a ghost.”

A muffled chuckle echoed through your phone speakers, “I’ll be on my way.” She said and ended the call momentarily.

When Tara came to your place she looked around the scenery before the two of you headed to your room.

“I got some holy water in case, keep it in your drawer for now.” She said, giving you a clear glass bottle.

You thank her and switch the topic momentarily, talking as if there was nothing wrong with the house.

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Once it was time for Tara to leave, you immediately plopped on your bed and shut your lights when she stepped out of your door. A tired sigh escaped your lips and before you could shut your eyes you felt a presence watching over you.

Half lidded eyes stared at the twisted shadow, unaware if there’s actually something there or you were just too out of your mind, but the more you stared, the closer the shadow seemed to come to you.

“Pspsps human”

“‘M not a kitten, what are you saying–”

But before you could finish your sentence your eyes drifted to a slumber and slept like nothing happened.

But when the next morning came along curiosity got to you and you had to search up what happened and get the ghost out of your place immediately.

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🔍︎ are ghosts real

No Results

“Hm…”

🔍︎ how do i get rid of a ghost in my house

How to Get Rid Of a Ghost (REAL) | Click This To Find Out!

Curious, you hover your finger over the link and in a tap you were in.

A Guide On How to Get Rid Of a GHOST! (REAL)

1. First, check around your whole house to make sure there aren't any other ghosts lurking!

“Already done that.” you mutter, scrolling to the next step

2. Once you’ve looked around, make sure your house is sprayed with holy water ^^ (IMPORTANT STEP)

You glance around your house and shrug, moving onto the next step. There was no need for holy water if it’s just one ghost, plus just in case the ghost doesn't leave, you had it in your drawer to use later.

3. Now, go to the ghosts hiding spot (make sure you bring your phone with you too :D)

“Ugh, seriously?” You groan, getting up from your seat, but before you could even start walking–

CLANK!

You shivered in your spot and looked around your living room before sitting back down and peering your eyes at your phone.

4. Too scared? Try again.

You raise an eyebrow at your screen and either way get up again and continue to walk around your house, ignoring the sounds that may come. And on your walk, every step you took felt like someone was watching you, intently, as if there was a hawk watching its prey.

Once you took a good walk around your house and found nothing, you finally headed to your room. Resting your hand on the doorknob and pushing it down, pushing the door open to be met with…

Nothing.

“Oh.”

You look back down at your phone and read the next step.

4.5. Once you’ve found him–oh wait, did you?

Rolling your eyes you continue to move on.

5. If you found him, or if you didn’t (doesn't matter), say the phrase: ‘pspsps ghosty’ ;)

“This has got to be a joke.” you murmur, standing in the front of your room and looking around before chanting the phrase.

After you said the phrase a beat of silence echoed through the room and you knew it was stupid to even try again. You turn your body to the door and another thud! echoed through your room, except this time it sounded way closer…

Too close…

You slowly turn around to notice a book that was once resting on your bedside table was now lying on the ground. Curious, you pick up the book and look up, still no sight of anybody.

6. If the ghost still doesn’t appear after the phrase, keep repeating it until he gets a little agitated. Then it will show his true self!

With the stupid guide in your hands, you decided to try it out one more time, but this time, near your closet. You stepped towards your closet, quickly opening the door, letting any light seep through the dark cracks and recite your chant, with a hint of teasingness laced in it.

“Pspsps ghosty! Come out, come out wherever you are!” you tease, peering the door wider until a thud was heard inside the closet. Still unaware that the ghost may be in front of you, it wouldn’t be bad teasing it a little more.

“Come on ghosty, don’t you want to leave soon?”

…

“Pspsps ghosty–”

CRASH!

A grin danced on your lips and you pull open the door until all the light shined in, viewing a—

“What? It actually worked?!”

“Jeez, ‘m not a kitten, why’d you have to follow those stupid rules…” the ghost muttered, hopping out the closet and stumbled towards you. But the only thing you could think about was why you could see him and how to get him out..immediately.

“T-theres still more steps, let me check!”

7. Start questioning the ghost.

“How long have you been here?” you ask, staring at the angelic man standing in front of you as he fanned certain parts of his body, as if he was a delicate piece of glass who got pushed and cracked in seconds.

He stayed silent for a moment, fixing up one more part of his body before averting his ruby iris at you, a wash of a white aura glistened around his body and in the clear of a throat he finally spoke up.

“I’ve been here ever since you moved in, I'm surprised you haven't noticed.” a mocking chuckle left his lips and he plopped on your bed, the mattress sinking beneath him before he rested his head on your headboard, humming an arrhythmic melody.

“Why can I see you? And why aren’t you out of here?”

“Slow down,” he chuckled, dancing his necklace he had picked up from the desk around his fingers and playing with it for a few moments, “not sure why you could see me n’ read the guide if you want me out.”

“But either way you could’ve left before i found this guide, why not?”

“You’re interesting to watch.” he mumbled, throwing the necklace away and getting up from your bed, hovering his way to you, soon clasping his hands around your shoulders and pulling you to the bed with him.

“Huh–”

“Read the next rule, there was a reason I didn't want to leave.”

You sputter something incoherent and eventually bring your phone to your face and…What. The. Fuck.

8. Now that you have him with you, the only way to let him go is to fuck him!

You stare at your phone for a moment and back at the ghost.

“What’s your name?”

“Sylus.”

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“Well, are you ready to leave my house after years of living here without me knowing?” you smirk, climbing onto his lap, clasping your hands on the sides of his face before leaning in closer, ghosting your breath over his parted lips.

“Try to take me down sweetie, I’d love to see you try.” he breathed, leaning closer until your lips were just millimeters apart.

Without letting him continue, you crashed your lips on his, a surge of hunger filled the heated kiss. Sylus reciprocated the kiss in the same manner, sliding his tongue against your puffed, sensitive lips and shoved his tongue through the parted opening.

You moan and seek for his tongue with yours, tying the warm flesh around yours, sucking and practically eating him alive, like he was an icecream cone on the verge of melting any second.

Sylus grabbed onto the sides of your head and pulled you away, catching his breath and stared at you with a new emotion filled in his eyes, something you didn't know you could see with a ghost.

“Why are you pulling away?” you tease, finding his lips again, watching his breath get ragged by the second, needy lips that want to push away so bad, kiss you back with the same hunger you had.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked between kisses, sinking himself deeper and deeper inside your mouth, savoring you like this was the last time he’s going to have you, and that was true. You were going to get him out no matter what.

“I’m sure. Now cooperate will you?”

Sylus chuckled in response and raised his hands in mock surrender, letting you get to work. His eyes lower down to your confident figure, watching intently as you stumble your fingers on his chest, skimming down before reaching his light spiked happy trail.

“If you want me out that bad, slow down.” he muttered, sliding his fingers through your damped hair, lifting your head to look down at you, a glint of approval filled in his eyes, waiting for you to agree.

And in a grumble you hesitantly agree, lowering your fingers slowly, savouring the moment.

Your fingers slide against his hard cock, digits wrapping around his leaking head, slowly stroking him as you stare into his eyes. You watched his reaction intently, watching as he squirmed and held back any loud noises as your fingers worked so well on him.

But his reaction just made you feel more confident. Confident enough that you could play with him like a worn out toy that needs to be used one more time before it gets thrown out. You pump your fist quicker and quicker, tightening your fingers around him.

Pre slicked down his cock, gliding against your fingers and Sylus’ noises just grew louder and louder, his breath hitching as he tried to chant his release but your fingers were blinding him from doing so.

He bucked his hips up, riding himself against you before a whimper slipped out of his lips, following with a plea that sounded like he was going to explode any second now.

“What is it?” you coo, stroking him one final time before he came undone, spurs of his mixture pool out of him and slides down to your hand. You stare at the mixture coating your hand and chuckle before leaning back and grabbing tissues to clean you up.

The air room felt suffocating by the second, you could feel the heat radiate off of you and Sylus. A mixture of warmth and coolness surrounded the two of you, making you draw yourself closer to him, wanting to feel more of him.

“Surprised that, that didn't take you out.” you mutter, pressing yourself against his cock, slowly riding yourself against him, feeling his wet, warm cock slide against your pants, leaking mixture seeking their way onto you.

“Exactly. You won’t take me out like this,” he grinned, grabbing onto your hips and throwing you beneath him. A surprised yelp escaped your lips and you cling your legs around him, one of his hands lowering on your body, sliding your pants down in a swift movement.

“Do you really believe some guide you found online?” He asked.

“Well if i found the ghost–ngh yes, I’d believe it?!”

Sylus smirks and slides your panties off, pressing his fingers against your clit, rubbing the sensitive area before a finger glides lower, sinking in your dripping cunt. He pushed his fingers deeper and deeper, digits fucking you, making you stutter.

Broken moans left your lips when you tried reasoning to why you were testing out the guide, but it was impossible to even speak when you felt his finger– wait– another finger slid into you and you arch your back in pleasure, burying your face in your palms feeling the cold fingers pump in and out of you.

“You’re so naive, sweetie.”

His other hands stayed held onto your hips as he continued stretching and prepping you. A shaky moan left your lips as you rolled your hips against his hand, seeking for more of his touch. But instead of giving you more, he pulls away, cupping onto your knees and spreading your legs apart.

“You want me gone right? So are you sure you want this?” he asked, eyeing down at you with a menacing glare. But you only nod in response, spreading your legs further apart, creeping yourself closer to him.

“I want it and you, gone.”

“So confident, don't you think?” he chuckled

“I’ll be willing to do anything to get a gho–ohh–”

Before you even got to finish speaking, Sylus already had his cock shoved deep inside you, his pace at a slow tempo before suddenly quickening faster and faster, brutal thrusts making contact with your sensitive spots, Sylus was practically destroying you.

You could feel him twitch inside you, catching his breath at every thrust, he was close. You flutter around him, clamming your legs around his hips, tightening yourself around him. Your hands made their way to his shoulders, nails clawing on his skin, draaggingg down on it, leaving marks.

“Willing to do anything?” he asked, leaning in closer, peppering kisses along your face. And you nod, nod repeatedly until it felt like your head was going to fall out, but Sylus only laughed at your face and continued to mindlessly pound into you.

“What will you do if I don't disappear after this?”

You gulp up the lewd words you were going to say, yanking your head back as pleasure was the only thing rushing through you. The feeling of his pulsating cock beating against your walls made you too much in a daze to even answer.

What would you do? You had no idea.

“I- don't..”

Your fingers fall off his shoulders and plop on the bed, gripping on the sheets tightly, as you ride out your orgasm. A victorious grin appeared on Sylus’ lips and he pulled away, staring at the mess dripping down your pussy and his cock.

But without wasting a second, he continued to ram into you with a more desperate pace, feeling every curve if you, letting you eat up every inch of him. He yanked his head back driving himself deeper inside you. Sylus' body shuddered as his grip remained tighter, trying to hold back his release.

“Could I stay with you if i don’t disappear?” he asked, thumbs grazing against your bulged belly, lightly pressing on it to go get a reaction out of you.

You moan in surprise and place your hands on his, gripping onto it like he was the only thing holding you back from crumbling beneath him. Sylus continued to tease you, still pressing you and playing with you until he finished.

But the second your fingers glide from his arms to his chest a spark of shock glinted in those dull ruby eyes, he started at you, trying to hold himself back but couldn’t when you were toying with him like that.

“Fuck…"

A twisted smile appeared on your lips and you continue to play with his chest, sliding the warm fingertips along his pecs. But when your fingers pressed on the middle of his chest again, Sylus bit his lip and stared at you through teary eyes, sighing heavily trying to gain his composure again.

“What…” Your eyes widened and you stare at the pooling mess beneath you, panting heavily before staring back up at Sylus who seemed to still be in front of you.

“Why..arent?” you breathe, catching your breath as you slowly got up, your legs and back aching at every inch you raised yourself.

“Did you read step number two?” he asked, carefully lifting you up and heading over to the bathroom.

“Agh, what was it again..”

“Make sure your house is sprayed with holy water.”

Your eyes widened and you quickly grab your phone, opening the guide and fuck.

9. I hope the ghost disappeared! If it didn't, refer back to step two okay? ;3

-- Guide Made by: applesgoboom

“Where do I get some?”

“Don’t you have it in your drawer?” Sylus asked, heading to your drawer and picked out a clear bottle with liquid filled inside it.

“Yes! Give me and we’ll start this all over again!” you pant, reaching for the bottle in his hands but this idiot decided to fuck with you even more and–

splash!

“Seriously?”

“Oh well, guess we’ll have to stay together forever.”

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“I’d like a bottle of holy water.” You whisper to the violet eyed man in front of you, checking your surroundings before looking back at him.

“Holy water? What for?” He asked, ducking down at his counter, digging his hand through the drawer and trying to find a bottle.

“I need a ghost out of my house.”

“Ah…” he chuckled, raising up from the ground, empty handed.

“Looks like we’re out!”

You stare at him with an annoyed look and glance down at his name tag.

’Caleb :D’

Fuck you, Caleb.

part 11 of untamed desires | sylus -> next work

[calcifiedunderland]

Part I (here), Part II, Part III (COMPLETED)

Trey Clover vs. Azul Ashengrotto vs. Jamil Viper x GN! Reader

In which the way to the Prefect’s heart is through their stomach! At least, according to three of NRC’s students…

I got the idea from @recreyomakesdoodles , from this post! Thank you so much, hope you liked it!!💕

Tagging people I think would be interested: @aruis4nosleep , @tinseltina

Warnings: food/eating

Notes: I decided to split this into multiple parts because I never have any restraint while writing and this ended up being long. Enjoy :D

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“Well, I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Azul pushed his glasses up, balancing a stack of takeout boxes emblazoned with the Mostro Lounge logo on them. Cold blue eyes met Trey’s golden irises. Trey cleared his throat, shifting a heavy picnic basket from one hand to the other. “What brings you here, Azul? I thought you’d be busy at Mostro Lounge…”

Azul snorted, “the Prefect knows to expect me today. Clearly, you are the one intruding.” Earlier that week, he overheard you wailing to your friends about your upcoming History of Magic exam. Apparently, this unit was on Atlantica’s magical history - a topic that was, unfortunately, giving you trouble.

Fortunately, Azul was a mer who grew up learning the history by heart. Naturally he offered you assistance in exchange for having you taste-test some dishes. And how could he not help a poor, unfortunate fellow student like yourself?

Besides, if he wanted to bring along some personally cooked meals to Ramshackle, under the claim that you both would be there ‘for hours, so you may as well try some foods (that I made!) for the upcoming Lounge menu (that I run)!’, that was nobody’s business. And certainly not Clover’s business.

Trey crossed his arms, easily holding the heavy picnic basket like it weighed nothing. Azul could smell the buttery pastries and powdered sugar through the closed basket lid where he stood. “Riddle sent me to give the Prefect an invitation to the next Unbirthday Party. I thought I’d give them some treats to… sweeten the deal.” Though Trey had a disarmingly pleasant smile with the pun, his eyes bored into Azul’s.

Azul frowned. “That couldn’t have been more than a simple text. Aren’t they friends with your first years, as well?” He asked, remembering your first year friends that he’d turned into anemones.

Trey adjusted his glasses and averted his gaze, a telltale deflection sign that Azul didn’t miss. “Well, it’s more official coming from the Vice Housewarden.” “And I suppose the baked goods are complimentary?” Azul sniffed disdainfully at the basket, “Surely, the prefect needs more than pastries. A proper meal,” he emphasized.

Trey’s eyes narrowed, “a basket of baked goods is better than whatever deal you’d have for them,” he nodded to the boxes Azul carried. “Everyone loves a good old fashioned pastry. Can’t say the same for seafood.” Azul opened his mouth to retort, when suddenly both of their ringtones went off.

IM SO SORRY AZUL!!!!! I got caught up with something, can I come over tomorrow?? I likely won’t be done until later, the headmage has me doing stuff 😭

TREY!!! Tysm for the invite, you didn’t have to go out of ur way to give it in person!! ill definitely be there at the party! 😄 sry I’m not there atm, Crowley wanted me to do something for him

Trey frowned, reading your text. Azul huffed, shouldering the stack of food boxes, muttering “looks like today was a loss.” Trey sighed, “well, it can’t be helped…” he made a mental note to put the pastries in the Heartslabyul fridge and just deliver it to you tomorrow, under the guise of ‘checking up on you’ after working for Crowley. The two of them trudged down the path to the Hall of Mirrors, heading back to their dorms.

The two of them walked in silence until Trey abruptly said, “I don’t know what you want with the Prefect, but I hope you have their best intentions at heart.” Azul turned to give Trey a withering look, “I assure you, when it comes to the Prefect, I have nothing but good intentions.” As he stepped into Octavinelle, Azul smirked and muttered, “especially regarding their heart.” Trey lingered for a bit, staring at the Octavinelle mirror with an unreadable expression. “We’ll see about that,” he said aloud in the empty Hall, then headed back to Heartslabyul.

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Meanwhile, you sighed heavily, collapsing onto the chair. The cafeteria was pretty much empty, save for the random student or two. It was already darkening outside, and you were hungry. Crowley wanted you to do something for him just before lunch, and soon half your Saturday was gone running around NRC. You’d even lost track of time, and missed Azul’s study session and Trey dropping in! You groaned, hearing your stomach growl loudly.

“Prefect? What are you doing here?”

You glanced up, seeing Jamil with a large container of tupperware and other small containers. The delicious scent of curries, labneh yogurt cheese, and freshly made pita made your mouth water. Despite yourself, Jamil caught you looking at the boxed-up food more than once.

“…Crowley had me running errands, and I may have skipped lunch…” your voice grew quiet near the end. Jamil raised an eyebrow, then smiled. “I actually ended up making too much food for Kalim,” he said, moving around the table to sit next to you. “There’s enough for an extra person, and I’ve have already eaten.”

Your eyes widened, and Jamil started dishing out some curry and flatbread for you. Bright-colored curry sauce and chickpeas flooded the platter, wafting a delicious scent. As Jamil ripped a piece of pita, your stomach growl loudly. Your face felt warm. Jamil only chuckled, pushing the plate he’d conjured towards you. “What about Kalim?” You asked, feeling bad. Jamil smiled, “Please, go ahead. There’s enough for Kalim and you.” A warm smile grew on your face, and you gave Jamil a one-sided hug before digging in. “Thank you! You’re my savior!”

As he watched you eat, a tender look grew on Jamil’s face. He shifted the food containers so he could watch you while nibbling on some flatbread. It wasn’t difficult to determine that you were off on Crowley’s whims again - with you running around the school and being gone for several hours. With that in mind, it wouldn’t be anyone’s fault if he accidentally made too much food, so he thought he’d drop it off at Ramshackle later. It was sheer luck that you’d dropped by the cafeteria!

You hummed, soaking up some of the leftover curry sauce with your flatbread, “this was delicious, Jamil. Thank you so much.”

Jamil smiled genuinely, but a devious look came into his eyes when you looked back at your plate. “Please, Prefect, allow me. Wait here.” He took the plate, going to the kitchens to box up some food for you to take back. Walking back to you, he handed you the container, “It’s getting late, I can walk you back to Ramshackle.”

The two of you set off, with you holding some of Jamil’s boxes. “This was… really sweet of you, Jamil,” you smiled. You knew Jamil always had his hands full, whether it was taking care of Kalim or managing literally everything else. Maybe the food was making you gush, but you were definitely grateful for the impromptu meal. As you opened the door to Ramshackle, you gingerly handed the boxes back to him.

“Ah, wait,” he shuffled them and held a large one out to you. “This one is yours.” Your eyes widened, “Jamil, this is a lot-“ “Please.” Your eyes met his dark grey irises, and warm gratitude filled your chest. “Jamil, I… I really don’t know what to say. I have to repay you somehow-“ Now that was what he wanted to hear.

“You know, I’ve been meaning to try making some new dishes,” he glanced at you. “I’ve been needing someone to taste test them, and Kalim won’t be available…” You nodded eagerly, “Of course! I’d love to help you!” You said your goodbyes, and as the door shut behind you, Jamil had a calculating smirk on his face. Oh yeah, it’s all coming together.

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Thanks for being patient everyone!! Hope you enjoyed this part, reblogs and comments are forever appreciated 💕

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[little-cereal-draws]

I don't want to derail OP's post but unionizing also works for other things besides work. (It wouldn't be called unionizing in that case but it's a similar thing)

I'm paying $10,000 a year for housing at my college. Our power kept going out and the school was not helpful in fixing it. They would send someone to fix it (which took hours to days) and then it would immediately break again. This went on for five and a half months. The longest it took someone to come and fix it was five days. Most of our rooms didn't have windows either so we were living in complete darkness for almost a week. I was filing multiple maintenance reports a week, sometimes just hours after they "fixed it," explained repeatedly to the maintenance workers that something bigger than the breaker was wrong, emailed my student councilor, emailed my RA, and emailed the head of student housing all to no avail.

Finally, a worker told me that the problem was coming from the room next to ours. I didn't believe that so I went over to talk to them. They were having similar problems and were told it was coming from our room. They also were frustrated with the school's lack of response so I said we should get our housing deposits back. Why should we pay thousands of dollars to live in the dark and have our problems dismissed?

So I emailed the head of housing again giving her an ultimatum; saying that either they actually fix the problem or give us our deposits back (which would cost the school about $78,000. It isn't really that much tho because the annual tuition for one student is about $62,000 and they have over 12,000 students. So it would come out to slightly over one kid dropping out for them). All six of us signed off on it. I got a response saying that the school couldn't give any of our money back, but the problem was permanently fixed within a week.

So it doesn't always have to be in the workplace but talking to people around you when you have a problem and standing together is much more affective than trying to fight by yourself

I’m so hyped about the sag-aftra & wga strikes, while I slowly but surely work to organize my own workplace. It can be so, so hard for us to keep up the momentum but every time something like this happens and draws attention, it’s like a new wave of hope. Supporting and drawing attention to this strike is also setting the tone for other industries on the cusp of their own unionizing, so keep spreading the support!

[jeonsbabygirlsworld]

SEX/LIFE

SUMMARY: having sex with your dad's best friend is one of the dumbest ideas but what if the sex is too good to be true? and now who cares about world when you both are in love?

PARINGS: Jungkook (39) X reader (27) (both are in relationship.)

WORD COUNT:1.2K

WARNINGS: This is an age gap fic please scroll pass through it if you don't like it.Dilf JK has my fucking heart. at the end they do future planning and it's a bit rush. Hyun is readers dad name.

SMUT WARNINGS: TEASING he loves to tease her, grinding for like few seconds, she wore a lace panty, so many kisses, fingering over panties, cream pie, Jungkook suggests condom, but reader wants it RAW. he loves her nipples, he calls her love and baby mama once, Aftercare.

a/n: sry for the rough ending i hope you like this one I tried really hard to not make it uncomfortable, Tumblr works on reblog system please reblog !! Also a simple “it good or it’s great”can make my entire day 💞

Jungkook: hey I’ll be there in a few, I guess the party will finish in a few or else I’ll just sneak out.

Y/N: it’s fine kook, I’ll be home.

Keeping your phone aside you get back to studying, your exams have been coming up. Jungkook is your dad’s best friend and your boyfriend of three years, you both met a few years ago when he was 36 while you were 24 you initiated the kiss first but Jungkook backed off when the kiss deepened, unfortunately, your dad saw you initiating the kiss and you were grounded, you had lost his phone number when your dad took away your phone, Jungkook had already apologized to your dad while your dad accepted it sliding that topic off, three years later when you still liked him one night he had confessed about his feelings when he met you at a party. You both were very careful around your dad sneaking in and out became your thing. But now you thought it was time anyway You are now 27and he is 39 you both need to settle down.

There is a knocking heard in a few minutes. “Hey baby” Jungkook greets you with open arms “Hey Kook, how was the party,” you asked slightly giggling you know it sucked but just to tease him you asked him while kissing his clothed chest and inhaling his scent.

“It did suck but it’s fine Hyun was there with me the whole time, so it was good,” he said hugging you back “Want to have dinner together? I made chicken stew and rice" you asked batting your eyelashes at him. “Yeah, baby sure I’ll change and come back in a few,” he said removing his blazer and dumping it in the laundry room.

After a few minutes, he changed wearing the spare clothes he had at your place. “Fuck this tastes so good, thanks baby” he groans taking the first bite “Welcome kook, you wanna stay over for tonight?” You asked eating your rice “Yeah baby I’ll stay over” he says finishing his food in a few.

Jungkook offered to wash up the dishes while you chose a series to watch. “Kook listen yuna suggested we should watch Sex/life,” you said scrolling through your Netflix account “Yeah baby sounds good, I’ll join you in a few,” he said shrieking.

Five minutes into the series you both started making out like nothing in the world could stop you both. “Mph”moans were exchanged when Jungkook’s tongue made its way into your mouth. Straddling his lap he starts to leave wet kisses all over your neck. Grinding on his already hard cock he groans in your mouth. “Let’s take this your bed yeah baby?” Lifting you in his arms you gasped “Kook I’m heavy drop me down” you giggled clinging to his waist “You weigh nothing, baby” Reaching your bedroom he carefully sat you on your bed undressing you and leaving you only in your panties, you chose to wear his favorite lace panties. “Fuck baby this piece leaves nothing to my imagination”he chuckled finding your lace panties appealing.

Hovering above you he kisses your lips pulling on your lower lip to tease you, your hands make way to grip his broad sexy shoulder. He slowly kisses your neck and slides down, hands grabbing your boobs and squeezing one of them and sucking one another. “Kook kiss me need you on my lips” you breathed out humming he kissed you again and again till you were breathless his fingers slid down towards your clothed core, and your body twitched when he caressed your clit “Stay still y/n” he growled when moved in the sheets “can’t Kook missed you these days” you cried. Slowly inserting his fingers in your panties, he rubbed his fingers, you whimpered and cried “Come on sit up yeah baby” he removed his fingers helping you sit, and he sat behind you.

His fingers find your core again his palm now rubbing your pussy and teasing you “Want it babe? Want me to finger you? Do you deserve them?” He asks waiting for your answer like he has all-time in the world “Hm baby want them” Wetting his fingers he brings them to your core still teasing your core “Get naked Jungkook wanna see you” he gladly removes his clothes Now hard cock is pressed against your back.

“Fuck baby love this pussy so much “Kissing you again “Beg for it, baby, if you want more” Jungkook, is a very big tease when it comes to fingering you “Please kook want your fingers” you panted begging for his fingers easing one in your hole “yeah baby you're so perfect, got fucking lucky” fastening the pace of his fingers he talked through your orgasm soon Cumming wetting your sheets.

Kissing him he now positioned himself above you hovering and kissing your lips “Ready love?” He asked teasing his tip on your panty-clad core, lapping at your nipples he swiftly moved the lace panties aside “Beg for it baby come on” he grumbled “Want it kook has been wanting since you came in my house”you moaned. “Gonna give you now be a good girl yeah,” he said ready to open the drawer to grab a condom “No kook want it raw, wanna see my pussy getting messy”you said grabbing his shoulders “Want to get your pussy messy? You sure y/n?” Nodding at him he pushed your panties to the side welcomed by your swollen pink pussy he eased himself inside you “fuck so warm and tight” he hissed.

His breathy moans and your whimpers filled the room the night sky light illuminating his face “Do you deserve my cock baby?” He asks slowing down his thrusts “Yeah kook want it deserve it, baby” you said in a low monotonous voice grabbing his neck to kiss him your pussy made sloppy noises tears dripped down your cheeks “gonna cum kook” screamed “Yeah baby me too shall I cum in you make you my baby mama?” He asks teasing your new-found impregnating kink “Mm want it kook, make me a mama” you said clutching his shoulder “Yeah beg for it baby tell me again you need it” he thrusts roughly when you tell him what you need “fuck I’m Cumming”you said slowly rubbing your clit, “yeah come gonna fill you up my pretty baby” he slowly backs away for a bit seeing the white ring now formed in the base of his cock and slamming back again and then Cumming, he stills for a bit collapsing on top of you.

Resting on your body he hides in the crook of your neck , moaning giving you a last thrust before backing away completely and securing his cum by placing your panties back on in their position “Keep my cum baby, you gonna need it for tomorrow”he laughs while you hit his chest “Shut up kook” you giggled. Aftercare with him is always the best he would help you bathe and kiss you every-time telling he loves you.

Laying the bed staring at the ceiling he turned to face you while you lied in his chest tracing his heart making silly figures “you sure about what you want?” He asks about you being his baby mama “yes kook we are both finally settled I’ll soon be soon 28 and if we start trying to conceive now it’s not that easy you will be 40 soon think about it but before that we need tell my dad”you said looking at his starry eyes Humming you he says he is ready to have one “ yes baby we need to tell about our relationship soon” smile vanishing from your face but its truth you both need to come out clean someday but who knew what your fate will bring you both and it doesn’t go as you planned ?

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[eekshade]

hey!! sry for not writing anything for 5 months, school has been yucky, but im back!! i started with an alphabet bc it was an easy way to ease myself back into writing. also happy gay month 🫶

Bucky Barnes Fluff Alphabet

bucky barnes x m!reader

word count: 4.4k

warnings/info: letter J depicts a make out sesh ig, internalized homophobia is mentioned, Buck cries, use of you/your for reader but is said to be male, there are scenes after the hcs for a little bit but I gave up on that lol, made in my notes app so sry for any formatting issues, not proof read

A - Admiration. (what do they admire about their S/O?)

☆ Bucky loves your hands. He likes how "innocent" they are compared to his. He adores when you hold his hand, especially the vibranium one. It makes him feel all warm and soft inside. It causes his stomach to ache (in a loving way), and it makes him want to love himself.

The two of you are slowly making your way through the crowded farmer's market, somewhat resembling a can of sardines. You were walking in front of him, taking notice of a small clearing off to the side, grasping his metallic hand, pulling him behind you. He follows without question, a small smile pointed at your two interlocked hands.

Once stopped in the empty area, before you could even think of letting go of him, he pulled you into him, placing his cracked lips onto your own.

"You know I love you, right?"

"Of course I do."

He kisses you again.

B - Boldness. (how bold are they in regards to their S/O? who confessed first?)

☆ Bucky was a confident man in his youth, always the one making the first move. Ever since he started living in Brooklyn again, he started to notice the anxiety crawling up his throat whenever he interacted with others. This is why he wouldn't start talking to you, even if he's interested in you, so you would need to initiate the first few (dozen) conversations before he starts to feel comfortable around you. That being said, given that you've been talking as friends/acquaintances, he'll have no problem asking you out, it might just take me some time.

☆ Once in a relationship he is extremely bold, there are still some topics where he would be more hesitant to talk about (such as the full extent of his past), but when it comes to you he won't having any problem charmin' you like there’s no tomorrow.

Bucky lingers in front of your shared apartment building hoping to catch you on your way home after a day out, he nervously switches from leaning on a tree to sitting on a bench, then back to the tree. He only waits for about five or so minutes before he notices you walking on the pavement leading to the building, but after locking eyes with him, your course changes.

"Hey, Bucky!"

"y/n! I'm glad I caught you, can I walk you up?"

You simply smile and nod in the direction of the door. You smell like newly washed clothes, but to Bucky, it might as well be heaven. You break the silence by asking him about his day, he breifly responds, giving you some of the highlights, you two chit-chat for bit, not able to dive into much as the trip is rather short. By the time you two reach your door, he realizes that he longer can try to find the perfect segue so he might as well just go for it.

"...Well, thanks for walking with me." You smile at him, reaching for the door handle.

"Wait, y/n, I wanted to talk to you about something." You raise your eyebrows as a sort of permission for him to continue.

"I hope I wasn't misreading this, but would you like to get dinner together sometime?" His voice remains unwavering, with a sly smile dancing across his face.

You roll your eyes at his tone, but it's hard to hide the smile forming at the corners of your mouth,"I guess I don't see why not."

"Yeah, yeah," he snickers, "here." It's his number written on the back of receipt, a small smiley face had been drawn next to it, then erased.

"See you, Bucky."

"Bye, y/n."

C - Comfort. (how do they comfort their S/O?)

☆ Bucky is more of an advice guy than a comfort guy, this is due to him getting extremely awkward/uncomfortable during touchy, feely situations (and not because he doesn't know how to confront his own emotions!!). However, he does understand the need for warmth during hard times, he just opts to show it through acts of service instead.

Your thoughts thrash against the walls inside your head, the throbbing only getting worse as you slowly pull yourself out of his bed. Your face caked in sweat and dried tears, your bloodshot eyes drift to the phone resting upon the on of the nightstands, your unsteady hand grips the device, checking the time.

The late afternoon sun coats the walls in an irritable light, despite the curtains being mostly closed. You notice on the second nightstand that he left a glass of ice water (which was mostly melted now) and a note, which read:

"EVERYTHING NEEDED FOR A BATH IS ON THE BATHROOM COUNTER - ILL BE BACK WITH YOUR FAVORITE ASAP :)"

D - Dates. (do they prefer going out or staying in? do they prefer fancy or simple?)

☆ Bucky has a really hard time with this one. All he is used to are the classic dinner and a movie type dates, but in his heart, he likes the more intimate, at home, kind. Over time, he finds a sort of balance between the two, like a picnic at a drive-in movie.

"Bucky, where the hell are we?"

The two of you are currently driving down backroads you've never seen before. The road is slightly too narrow for anyone to get fully comfortable, the night sky darkening the path. Bucky has been relatively quiet, letting you do all the talking, and control the music; he never has liked modern music, but there's something special about when you play it.

"Well, if I tell you it's not really a surprise, is it?" He answered, turning his head to you slightly. The smile on his face is almost aggravating, if it had been anyone else's, you would've jumped out of the moving vehicle.

"You're not funny," you playfully roll your eyes, "if I didn't know you any better, I'd say you're trying to kill me." You pretend to study him as if trying to find a motive.

"Well, I can promise you I'm not doing that." The smile changes to softer, genuine.

The car is almost silent for the rest of the way, the soft music leading you two down the road. The car pulls into an unpaved parking lot, bringing you back to reality. You look around and see a white screen proudly standing twenty or so feet ahead of you, realizing what's going on, you turn to Bucky. A nervous grin shines back at you, he's holding a basket filled with dinner, and movie snacks.

"You like it?"

E - Equal. (are they more dominant or passive?)

☆ Due to Bucky growing up in the 40s, he does still have quite a bit of internalized homophobia. Therefore, he tends to try and be the stereotypical, manly, provider. He does unconsciously feminize you to make himself feel better, but the second he realizes, or you tell him, he'll do everything to stop, as well as profusely apologize.

☆ Other than that, I do see him as being in the middle. He can obviously take control when he needs to, but also because of his past, he loves when you take the pressure off, and take care of him.

(I can't think of a scene for this rn, and I rlly need to finish this so sry, if anyone want more about this just ask)

F - Family. (do they want to start a family?)

☆ Bucky loves kids, and is great with them, but he doesn't want to have his own, at least until he's stable. So for now he's okay with being the cool uncle.

After spending a lake day with the Wilsons, it was noticeable that Bucky wanted to say something. He looked uncomfortable, nervous even as he waited for everyone to finally call it a night. A little after the kids were put to bed, Sarah called it in, then Sam. You went to follow, seeing as it may be weird to stay up longer than the hosts, but Bucky ushered you to follow him to the back deck.

You sat on the stairs next to him in silence, waiting for him to speak, the warm air surrounding you two. He bit his lip and looked at you, studying you.

"I love you," He smiles at you, his tone signifying a second part of what he needs to say.

"But?" You laugh, nervousness now making its way into you.

"But I can't give you this." He has tears in his eyes, threatening to fall if he says anything else.

"What does that mean?" Confusion grips you tightly, his face giving nothing away.

"An apple pie life," he laughs at his own words, "I can't give you the house, and two kids, dinner by 6, it's all too much for that." He looks to the lake as if it could help him.

"Bucky," you gently take his chin, making him look at you, "what makes you think I want that?"

"The way you looked at me," he wipes a fallen tear from his cheek, "when I was playing with Cass and AJ today.

"Oh, Bucky." You kiss a tear away from the side of his nose, "I don't need any of that, hon. I just need you."

G - Goofy. (how serious are they when it comes to a relationship?)

☆ When it comes to a romantic relationship, Bucky can be pretty serious, while he is smooth/sly, 'goofy' isn't really the word I'd use to describe him. Not to say he wouldn't be funny, but I feel as though his humor is more sarcastic than anything.

(same thing as before)

H - Hugs. (how do they hug?)

☆ I imagine Bucky's skin to be cold, so that transfers to his hugs, but he's cold like a soft breeze on a hot beach. His hugs would also be very firm because of obvious reasons. If he's in an emotional mood, they may be slightly too hard, but never enough to hurt you.

You shiver slightly as his arms wrap around your frame, his head resting upon your shoulder. You two stay like that for a moment before he shifts his head into the crook of your neck, leaving a chaste kiss on it before planting his nose to touch your skin; eyelashes softly tickling you as he blinks.

"I miss you."

I - Interests. (what Interests do they want to share with their S/O?)

☆ Bucky's a fucking nerd, his main interests being motorcycles, fantasy novels (reading in general), folklore, and ancient history.

Bucky smiled widely as he firmly gripped some obscure fantasy novel with a dragon on the cover, unintentionally waving it around. He's excitedly explaining the novel to you, about how well written the book is, about how interesting the character dynamics are, and so on. You mirror his smile as you watch him talk, hanging on to every word that falls off his tongue.

You stand, your smile never wavering as you walk toward him, he stops talking, confused. Once you reach him, you pull him into your grasp, kissing his cheek, holding him close.

"What?" His voice lacking confidence, his smile now unsure.

"Keep talking." You mumble into him, "I like it when you talk." He grins and continues his rant.

J - Jealousy. (do they get jealous?)

☆ He can get jealous, this is do to his trust issues, but he's mature enough that he won't be a bitch about it unless you want him to, he'll just talk to you, and the two of you will work through it one way or another. He does get rather clingy when jealous, though, wanting to touch you in some way.

You and Bucky are currently at your workplace, your boss decided in order to boost morale that a company party was needed, and you (thankfully) convinced Bucky to go, promising it'll be quick.

Both of you were chatting with one of your work friends when they asked you to come help them get refreshments, leaving Bucky alone with their spouse. Bucky wanted to be nice, he did, but the spouse would not stop going on and on about some shit Bucky had never even heard of. So, naturally, his eyes wander trying to locate you, hoping that you'll come back and save him from this dreadful conversation, and that's when he saw it. Your co-worker was basically feeling you up, their eyes traced your figure as you bent over to grab a couple of waters from the case on the floor, and when you stood back up they grabbed your waist to "move you out of the way" of someone walking by.

The final straw was when you attempted to walk back to Bucky and their spouse, they grabbed you by the elbow stopping you from moving, the grip wasn't very hard from what Bucky could see, but the look on your face was enough to get him moving.

Bucky walked away from the spouse mid sentence. They called out at him, but he paid it no mind. He reached the two of you, and you smiled at him, saying something along the lines of "What couldn’t stand to be without me?" Bucky rolled his eyes when the co-worker asked what he was doing.

"Sorry to cut this short, but honey, we got to go." Overpronouncing the pet name, as he pulls you toward him.

"What? You just got here!" The co-worker joked, "Come on, y/n! The night is still young." He whined out.

"I'm sorry, but Buck's right. I promised to make dinner tonight in order for him to come." You laughed, pulling Bucky's hand into your grasp, "See you on Monday though." You smiled at them, causing Bucky to tighten the grip of his hand around yours.

The second the two of you walked out of the building Bucky pushed you against the wall of it, just barely out of view from the window, kissing you harshly. You opened your mouth in shock, giving Bucky the opportunity to slide his tongue in. His hands roam your body in search for nothing in particular, he smirks when you moan into the kiss, motivating him to pull as much of those pretty little sounds out of you as he can. He thinks of your co-worker, the slimy bastard, they could never have you like this, this thought makes his smile grow as he attaches to your neck, and slips his knee in between your legs. Once he's satisfied with your disheveled state, he silently walks away to the car, leaving you to follow him, confused, calling out for him to slow down.

K - Kiss. (how they kiss/favorite place to be kissed, and vise versa.)

☆ Bucky’s kisses are tender/soft, this is attributed to him subconsciously not wanting to hurt you in any way, so any time he touches you it's rather gentle. His lips tend to taste a little like blood, because he has a habit of biting them.

☆ His favorite place to kiss you is on your cheek, specifically with his hands on your hips as a form of greeting.

☆ His favorite place to be kissed is his neck, it feels special, a place just for you and no one else, it's a form of intimacy he hasn't been able to truly experience until now. He especially likes it when you hug him from behind kissing up from the top of his spine to his nape hairline.

Bucky uncomfortably cleaned the kitchen as he waited for you to return from work; he had recently moved in to your place, and it was just now starting to hit him how serious you guys were. You and him have been dating for quite a while, he stayed over more times than not, so it was only natural for you to ask him to move in. He said yes of course, how could he not? He thought about the two of you, about him no longer sleeping in your bed, but sleeping in his. Next to you. It's driving him insane, oh god - when did he start crying? Seriously though, how could you chose him? He just doesn't understand how this happened, how could you, of all people, want him? More tears. God, Bucky, pull yourself together man.

His thoughts screech to a halt as he hears the door open, he hears you call out his name, he doesn't respond, wiping the tears, this proved to be a lot harder to do as one's tears are still actively falling. You find him within a few seconds, he's facing the sink, you snicker at his concentration; you walk up to him, making sure not to be silent, though there’s not a doubt in your mind he knows you're there. You wrap your arms around his lower torso, placing your chin on his shoulder. His hands stop moving as he leans into the touch.

"Hey, Buck." You softly whisper, "You get out today?"

"Of course I have." He turns his head down slightly, trying to avoid eye contact, "You worry too much." He grumbles, he attempts to move his arms forward, but stops when he feels your lips graze his nape.

"I like worrying about you." Another kiss. "It keeps me grounded." You laugh into his neck.

"Please." He drags out the word in an almost whiney tone, moving his head back to get even closer to your mouth, "Please don't stop."

You consister teasing him, turning his chin to look at you, but stop when you see his wet cheeks you decide against it. You leave a kiss on the corner of his mouth as a sort of apology, before going back to what you were doing to the back of his neck.

"God, Buck, you know how much I love you?" You mumble into his skin after a few moments.

"No, I don't think I do," He smiles at the wall, "how much?"

You unravel your arms from around him, placing them on his shoulders, turning him to face you. You deeply press your lips onto his nose, causing him to scrunch his face, the kiss makes a humming sound, before a soft pop of your lips.

"That much, times like a thousand." You giggle at his soft expression.

"Wow. That's a lot." He remarks with faux amazement, trying to make it seem like you didn't just make his heart nearly beat out of his chest.

"Yeah it is." You exaggerate the words, gripping his cheeks for one last kiss.

L - Love Language.

☆ Bucky's love language is definitely acts of service. He enjoys doing things for you, and putting his skills to use, I think this can been seen in fatws when he helps Sam with repairing the boat, and getting him a new suit. He likes surprising you with household takes already completed when you get home, he absolutely basks in the praise you give him for doing this.

(yuck. This is where I officially give up on the scenes, as said prior if you want to see any specific ones just ask!!)

M - Meals. (kitchen dynamics.)

☆ Bucky doesn't like to cook with other people, you can watch for sure! But he doesn't like to share the space too closely, it just annoys him when people do things he believes he can do more efficiently.

☆ The two of you will most likely do A/B days when it comes to cooking and clean up, unless one person is pampering the other/it's a special occasion.

N - Nicknames. (what do they call their S/O?)

☆ His nicknames for you are obviously older, and slightly feminine (unless you tell him off), he starts you relationship with names like, doll, darling, and dove. As time progresses he will start incorporating handsome into his list of pet names. All that being said, I don't think he's too into pet names, for the most part he'll just say your real name.

O - Openness. (how open are they about their past/emotions with their S/O?)

☆ He starts telling you about his past in the form of jokes (like that one date scene in fatws). He's able to tell you about everything in a factual tone a few months into dating (just so he knows he trusts you), as far as his emotions surrounding it - that does obviously take longer, but in my opinion not by that much. The amount of emotion shared does vary, but maybe a month or two after he tells you about it for the first time, he'll start venting about his nightmares and such.

☆ also it does depend on how you view/retain media, because you might have already recognized his face/name.

P - PDA.

☆ Bucky is in the middle when it comes to PDA, he likes holding your hand, will give you goodbye kisses and such, but he doesn't go father then that. Half due to his social anxiety, half to him wanting the more intimate things to stay private.

Q - Quarrel. (how they apologize/ how long it takes them to forgive their S/O?)

☆ If Bucky feels he's in the right he can and will be petty, such as brushing you off, or making sarcastic comments. He typically won't confront you because of the attitude he holds, but when you decide to apologize he's ready to talk it out. He accepts your apology in time, (depending on what you did) but he is still standoffish for some time after, due to his trust issues.

☆ When he fucks up he is all over fixing it. He starts the apology in a very formal manner, stating how he knows he what he did was wrong, how he'll do better. The second part of the apology is him being (too) nice for the next week, as said on L his love language is acts of service so he'll overcompensate, and do every task you needed done.

R - Rules. (boundaries they have.)

☆ His "main" boundaries are focused around his past, such as you're not allowed to pry when it comes to asking about it - he will talk about it in his own time. You're also not allowed (at least for a long time) to touch the scars he has next to where his arm is attached, or the attachment itself. As far as other boundaries go, he doesn't want you to go further than hand holding, and a quick goodbye kiss in public, and he hates it when you pity him out right - keep that in your head.

S - Security. (how protective are they of their S/O?)

☆ He is very protective of you, not in a weird controlling way, but he always checks in out of fear someone will use you to get to him for one reason or another. This protectiveness isn't really that obvious, more just him checking in on you, and keeping an eye out when you're out together.

T - Time. (how long does it takes to fall for their S/O?)

☆ Bucky does take quite a bit of time to actually fall in love, but him finding you attractive/intriguing is very fast if not immediate. It takes about 2-3 months for him to ask you out (though he does flirt for a while first), and about 5-7 months of dating to "love" you.

U - Upset (what things upset them in a relationship?)

☆ He can get upset from a few things namely; everything said in R, when you grab him first in his post nightmare state or during/after a panic attack (he wants to be the one to initiate contact, because sometimes he doesn't want to be touched), and if you disagree on politics - although Bucky isn't the kind of guy to compromise on those so it most likely won't happen, because he wouldn't be dating you in the first place.

V - Vacation. (what kind of traveler are they with their S/O?)

☆ Bucky's a NERD!! He likes to go to places with rich history/culture, and he won't take a second to rest, he just wants to see everything, can you blame him? If you're the kind of person who wants to spend a day relaxing by the pool, I'm sorry, but he will leave you behind without hesitation.

W - Words. (promises they make to their S/O.)

☆ Bucky promises to never hurt you in any way shape or form, he promises to protect you agianst others who wish to harm you, and he promises to never leave you behind as he doesn't want anyone, especially you, to feel how he felt.

X - Xenial. (how they make you feel welcome/what makes them feel welcome?)

☆ Bucky likes to do little things for you to make you feel welcome/comfortable around him. This comes in different shapes and forms, such as complimenting you in every which way, making mental notes of things you like, and always being ready to help you out with anything you may need.

☆ Bucky feels the most welcome when it's explicitly said that he is. You using your words to validate him, not even compliment him, but just say he's doing fine, it does more for him then you could imagine.

Y - Yearning. (do they miss their S/O easily? what do they do about it?)

☆ Bucky is able to survive being isolated for long periods of time, even going as far to do it intentionally, but you've weakened him. He misses you rather fast. Now, it's not like he's going to cry over it or anything, but he will sometimes sit up at night unable to sleep without you next to him.

☆ Let's say that you two, for whatever reason, can't call. Bucky is an old fashioned guy, he likes to keep a least one physical photo of you on him at all times. He says it's his good luck charm; he would never tell you however, is that when you two are separated he keeps the photo as close as possible at nights because it calms him down from his nightmares.

Z - Zzz. (sleeping habits/how they cuddle.)

☆ As said so many times throughout this list, Bucky gets nightmares, and sometimes he can't fall back asleep afterwards so he gets up to go do his own thing, because of this while the two of you do sleep near eachother, you rarely cuddle. It's not even that he doesn't want to cuddle, he does, it's the fact he feels like a burden any time he wakes you, so instead he lied and told you he doesn't like them.

☆ Other sleep facts about him is that he runs hot at night, somewhere earlier it's said he's cold to touch, but for whatever reason he can not have more than one blanket on him, plus your body heat.

☆ His typical sleepwear is a pare of shorts, and if you want to count them, his dogtags. During the colder months he'll add a long sleeve shirt, or even just a standard tee, depends on his mood.

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