#2 i know i mix up numbers and letters so i should have had a system in place to prevent this

[terrorbirb]

I think permanent corrective actions and root cause analysis exist solely to cause people with OCD and anxiety disorders to ruin their brains.

[afyrian]

candied peels and crushes kageyama tobio x gn!reader (fluff) synopsis: you run into your crush while searching for a snack word count: 800 warnings: none masterlist / pt. 2

    clouds start to blanket the sky above, sunlight dimming slowly as the day grows longer. light oranges start to inhabit the tree lines, and by this point, you should be home. however, a few of the clubs needed their photos taken for some tournaments they had won recently. leaving you walking around to find a vending machine before having one more set of photos to take. 

  all of them in the main building were either empty or out of your favorite snacks, like candied iyokan peels. a good mix sweet and tangy, blending perfectly on the tongue. and yet, they’re all missing from every location you can think of, besides the one next to the volleyball court. that place had always been a mystery to you.

  it was away from the school, typically only the sports teams ever entered it (mainly due to a key). so, you had only been twice, once to grab something for a friend. and the second is when you saw the love of your life, kageyama. technically, you didn’t really know him, and he didn’t know you. yet, the moment you saw him, the world stopped. 

  he was mid-jump. dumping the ball over the net to trick the other scrimmage opponents. sweat framed his face and his blue eyes focus intently on the task at hand. for a split second, it wavers, just barely grazing you. and that was the moment that you began to notice him.

  you see him in your classes, at lunch. yet, you’ve never had the courage to talk to him. you’ve especially never had the courage to return to that area of the schoolyard when you know he’ll be there. meaning, this mission of yours has to resemble that of a spies’. silent, quick, and out of sight of anyone who might tell kageyama.

  you peek around the corner at the vending machines, one for drinks, one for snacks. a sigh of relief escapes at the sound of a seemingly empty gym. with a smile, you happily walk over to the vending machine. there you see heaps of candied iyokan peels. mini bags filled with the only thing to fast track the end of your anxious episode. 

  you grab a few yen, pushing them into the slot, only for them to fall out of the coin gatherer. your eyebrows furrow, eyes narrowing at the faulty machine. of course now is when it doesn’t want to work. you grab them back out and stuff them back in, watching as they fall right back out. taking in a deep sigh, you rest your head against the machine’s door. 

  “why is this happening?” 

  “i can try it for you..” a familiar voice nearly stops your heart, your mind racing as soon as you recognize who it is. 

  you back up from the vending machine and look over at him, lips formed into a thin line. instantly you want to run away and avoid any and all conversation with him. however, talking to him could possibly be the only thing that’ll help cure you of your soul-crushing crush, “thank- thanks. they won’t seem to stick.”

  “i’ve had that happen, just..” kageyama grabs the coins from the collection spot, his tongue sticking slightly out as he slips the coins in.

  instantly the little screen lights up asking what you want, numbers and letters spread out in little buttons. “what do you want?” he looks over at you, eyes practically sparkling from the beautiful orange sky.

  “want? uhh yeah, the candied iyokan peels. i like the citrus taste,” you rock between your heels and balls of your feet, eyes constantly averting his gaze. 

  kageyama nods, pursing his lips. he pushes in the numbers and letters for you, bending over to grab it from the open slot. you smile at him, hoping to pretend that your heart isn’t about to explode into a pile of tiny pieces. this small act of kindness suddenly catapults your feelings for him, sending them over the moon and back.

  you grab the bag from his hand, feeling the electricity transfer between your fingers as they brush yours, “thanks, i have to go take some photos soon, so i’m happy to have a snack.”

  kageyama nods, grabbing out a yen for himself, sticking it into the drink machine. you’ve always noticed him to be a little reserved, quiet. however, you could never tell what he would be like on a one on one kind of situation. “makes sense… well maybe i’ll see you around then,” he nearly mutters, voice so quiet it could rival a mouse.

  “yeah, in class or something. uh thank you, again, i really appreciate it. well me and my craving for these do,” you smile, mainly to yourself, as you walk back towards the main building. 

[chiyuuchu]

Heartfelt Letters <3 (30th July 2024)

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Prompt! Izuku receives a series of love letters. The dekusquad offer their encouragement but little did he know, they were all in on it.

Izuku Midoriya was no stranger to nerves. As the inheritor of One For All and the aspiring Number One Hero, he faced countless challenges that tested his courage and resolve. Yet, despite all his bravery on the battlefield, there was one thing that made him more nervous than anything else: his crush on Y/N.

Y/N was everything Izuku felt he wasn't. She was confident, graceful, and had an effortless charm that drew people to her. She was the sunshine in the class, lighting up every room she entered with her warm smile and infectious laughter. Izuku admired her from afar, convinced that someone as amazing as Y/N would never be interested in someone as clumsy and nervous as him.

One day, after a particularly grueling training session, Izuku found a love letter in his locker. His heart raced as he read the sweet, heartfelt words written inside:

Love Letter #1:

"Dear Izuku,

I’ve been watching you from afar, admiring your determination and courage. You inspire me every day with your kindness and bravery. Thank you for being the wonderful person you are.

Yours truly,

Your Secret Admirer"

Izuku's heart pounded as he read the letter, a mix of excitement and confusion filling him. Who could this be? Why would anyone admire him like this? He felt a strange mix of hope and doubt, unsure of what to think.

The next day, Izuku found another letter waiting for him in his locker. His hands trembled as he opened it, his heart racing with anticipation.

Love Letter #2:

"Dear Izuku,

Your smile brightens my day, even on the darkest of days. I love how you never give up, no matter how tough things get. Please keep being you.

With admiration,

Your Secret Admirer"

Izuku’s blush deepened every time he read these letters. The Deku Squad—consisting of Y/n, Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki, and Tsuyu—quickly noticed his distraction and curiosity. They were gathered in their classroom, discussing the latest assignment when they spotted Izuku clutching yet another letter.

"Hey, Deku, what’s that you’ve got there?" Uraraka asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Izuku hesitated before showing them the letter. "I keep finding these in my locker. I don’t know who they’re from, but... they make me really happy."

Iida adjusted his glasses, his expression serious. "Midoriya, you are an exemplary student and a kind-hearted individual. It is no surprise that someone would admire you."

Todoroki nodded in agreement. "I think you should consider the possibility that it's someone close to you."

Izuku blushed, glancing around at his friends. Just then, Y/N, who had been sitting quietly at her desk, stood up and excused herself. "Excuse me, I need to get something from my locker," she said before leaving the classroom.

As she left, Izuku continued in a hushed voice to his best friend Todoroki, "I don’t know… I just can’t imagine someone like Y/N ever being interested in me."

The next day, Y/n who was seated beside the green haired boy noticed a slip of paper underneath his desk. “Oh Izuku! There’s something beside your foot.” she gently said pointing towards the letter. As she was about to say something else, she gets a phone call. “Oh, I have to take this. I’ll be back guys!” the girl chirps as she stepped out of class. As she left, Izuku had clutched yet another letter in his hand as he was reading it in class.

Love Letter #3:

"Dear Izuku,

I’ve seen you grow so much since the first day we met. Your dedication and heart make you special in ways that words can hardly express. I hope this letter finds you well and that it brings a smile to your face.

Forever admiring,

Your Secret Admirer"

Just then, Kaminari who was walking by the green haired boy’s desk, he accidentally blurted out, "So, are you and Y/N together yet? She’s been sending you letters for a while now."

Izuku’s eyes widened in shock. "Wait, what? Y/N has been sending me these letters?"

The Deku Squad suspiciously exchanged glances.

"Honestly, I thought it would take you a lot longer to figure it out," Mina Ashido said with a smirk, leaning back in her chair.

"Yeah," Uraraka added, "We were pretty sure you'd catch on sooner. I mean, the signs were pretty clear."

"Everyone had their bets on how long it would take for you to realize, ribbit." Tsuyu said with a gentle smile.

Iida nodded thoughtfully. "We had our suspicions that you’d catch on, but we didn’t want to ruin the surprise."

Izuku's face grew even redder. "You guys knew about this? Why didn’t you say anything?"

The class burst into laughter, with some students even teasing Izuku about his obliviousness. He turned to Y/N, who had just re-entered the classroom, his heart racing.

Y/N looked at him with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "Is something going on?"

Izuku’s face turned beet red. "I didn’t know… I had no idea it was you."

Y/N smiled softly. "Yes, it was me. I wanted to let you know how much I admire you."

The entire classroom erupted in cheers and laughter. Izuku’s face was bright red, but he couldn’t stop the smile spreading across his face.

Izuku held the letter close, his heart full. The letters had been a source of joy and hope for him, and now, knowing who was behind them made everything even more meaningful. As he looked at Y/N, he knew that this was just the beginning of something wonderful.

[pendarling]

Power Imbalance 2

<< Start < Part 1 • Part 3 > End >>

Villain walked to Henchman's desk. Their second in-command's office was in a building further from their own, primarily because it overlooked other rooms where most of Villain's staff worked. The room buzzed with excitement as Villain approached.

"Good afternoon, boss." One of them said as they opened the door for Villain. They waved them off and walked inside. Each person who met Villain's eyes had either straightened up stiffly or greeted them warmly. The mixed reactions were genuinely strange. Usually, they wouldn't come this close to lower-ranking members who weren't the first five people after Henchman.

Villain lifted the smooth slip of paper from their jacket and read the number as they entered the escalator to the highest floor. They'd never physically been in this building before, but at least the numbering system was similar to their building.

"Room 2-18D." They kicked their lips and saw the large white entrance. In bold letters, the name of their Henchman was plastered on the wall, followed by their in-office schedule. However, what caught Villain off-guard was the brutal spray-painted words. A large image of a hand flipped off what was supposed to be directed at Henchman. Villain furrowed their brows and looked around the floor. It was almost empty, and nobody nearby looked to be suspicious.

Villain unlocked the door and entered the quiet room; large window panels were left untouched, and they stared at the scene below them of the city as it bathed in the evening light. Villain stepped toward the desk and gathered the paper Henchman was supposed to work on for that day. They could only hope it would be enough to make their right hand feel better. If they had known sooner— no, if they were more actively involved in what happened, they would've put a stop to it. Hopefully, this hadn't been going on since the day Villain first employed Henchman.

As for the spray paint, they'd need to call someone over to clean it up and find the perpetrator behind it.

Villain shut the door behind them and walked back to the elevator, their mind racing with ideas on how to counteract the unexpected bullying. It was strange to see that even the highest ranking of the group could still be a victim. The elevator paused at the third level, and a group of what looked to be new members froze in their spots.

"I'm so sorry! We didn't know you occupied this one!" He of the girls said as she bowed her head in shame. The others followed suit.

"Not a problem," Villain stepped off. "This is my stop anyway." A look of relief came across all their faces. It wasn't Villain's stop at all, but convincing a loyal team like that to join them would take forever, and Villain didn't feel like putting up a fight. They've already had enough of their subordinates fear them.

As the silver doors closed behind Villain, they walked around to search for a different exit. "Should be some stairs here…" they mumbled and briskly strode against the solid black tiles until their shoes met soft carpets again and glass windows. "Damn." They were really lost this time. All of the halls looked the same. Plain whites and cream-coloured carpets followed by glowing green signs at every turn.

"Boss?" Their name was called from behind, and Villain turned around. To their relief, they had met their fourth highest-ranking member.

"Sharp-Shooter!" Villain's face lit up as they walked up to them. "What're you doing here?"

They laughed, "I should be asking you that."

Villain took notice of the large gun strapped around them, which matched the black suit they wore. Their red visors reflected the light, and Villain couldn't be more impressed.

"Did you just come back from a mission?"

Sharp-Shooter slung the tall gun over their shoulder. Villain didn't recognize it at all, and their subordinate could tell. "Nope, just practicing this new model right here at the shooting range downstairs.

'We have one of those?" Villain held their tongue. "Interesting."

"And you?"

"Well, I just came to collect some of Henchman's stuff and get out of here."

"Let me get that for you." They reached up and collected the papers from their hands. "C'mon. I'll walk you to the exit."

Villain had to withhold thanks in order to maintain their presence. Instead, they gathered up the courage to ask something else. "Say, you don't know anything about what's been happening with…" they shrugged.

"With?" Shooter responded and glanced back at Villain as they descended the steps.

"General things that might be a problem I should know about." They clarified, now feeling the weight of the conversation. This should've been easier. It has always been easy to speak with someone of a lower rank than them, but for some reason, talking about topics in regards to Henchman felt like an impossible task. They wanted to help. But it felt a lot harder than they expected it to.

Shooter remained silent and led them further, "I don't see any problems, boss."

Villain nodded; either Shooter told the truth, or they were also a part of it. All of this was still hard for their minds to wrap around. Their own Henchman? Was the second person in charge deliberately targeted? It didn't make any sense. Maybe Villain was overthinking this, but then again, Henchman wasn't always this upset when they first started.

"You know anybody who might cause trouble?" They probed. By now, they were certain that Shooter was probably going to talk amongst the rest of the team about their leader catching on. If they were going to stop the harassment, it would be because of their actions, and in order to set things straight, they needed answers. Shooter took a long time before responding to each question. Perhaps think about the outcomes of each answer thoroughly. Even their walking speed has significantly slowed.

"Sorry." They repeated, "I honestly can't tell. I don't socialize much. Always trying to improve my aim."

"I understand." They murmured half-disappointingly. Villain knew they weren't going to receive an answer they liked, but having nothing at all didn't help.

Villain cooly followed behind Shooter until they arrived at ground level and reached the double doors.

Villain took the stacks of paper from them. "Good luck at practice."

Shooter fixed their hair awkwardly. "Just my job."

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We're Not in CW Anymore - 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

The reader gets blasted into another universe - one where Sam and Dean Winchester are real people, real hunters, and really fucked up. To her surprise (or horror), Dean has been getting glimpses of her life in his dreams and is completely enamored with her. It's nothing like the cable-friendly CW show that she knows and loves.

Reader x Dean Winchester

Warnings: language, violence

Chapter 3: The Bunker

The Impala pulled up to the bunker, the car still awkwardly silent. Dean opened the door for you and offered a small smile as you climbed out of the backseat. It was almost comforting. Almost. You couldn’t shake the idea of him watching you undress or take a shit. God knows what he saw. And until you figure out what exactly he’s witnessed, you’re going to keep your guard up.

Sam led you down the corridors of the bunker, which did actually look a lot like the show. Dean followed behind you, making you a little more uneasy. You were suddenly very aware of how tall they are compared to how short you are. Sam and Dean towered over you. They also walked too damn fast for your little legs. Finally you were standing in the main room of the bunker. Unlike the show, the room was bustling with people. There were a couple gathered around a book, a few staring at laptop screens quietly, and a handful typing away on their keyboards. You recognized one of them – Charlie. She had on headphones and was bobbing her head to the beat no one else could hear.

“Right, let’s ask James where to start,” Sam said after clearing his throat. He went over and talked to one of the men reading off his laptop. You could see them talking, Sam pointing over to you. You blushed heavily. Trying to ignore Dean staring at you again, you took a moment to look around the room. You were pleased to see a pretty good mix of people – not everyone was a white man. They were all dressed in business casual, mostly button-ups. A stark contrast to Sam and Dean’s flannel and jeans. You remembered their grandfather thought of hunters as less than – do these Men of Letters feel the same?

“Thanks, man,” Sam said to James before walking back towards you. He shot Dean a look, probably for staring again. “So, he gave me a few books to start off, nothing really concrete. I guess we won’t find out until we start digging.” Sam gestured for you to take a seat at a table in the back of the room. “Be right back,” he said.

Dean stood for a moment, contemplating if he should sit next to you or across. He decided to sit next to you, maybe he won’t be as tempted to stare. He couldn’t help it – he watched you for months, and he couldn’t help but fall for you a little. You were funny, had great taste in music, and killer curves. He liked the way you talked to yourself and sang in the shower. It’s only natural he developed a crush on you. And now he was in such close proximity to you. He wanted to touch you, just to make sure it was really true. You were here, in his bunker, in real life. Not only that, but you were supposedly soulmates. It made his heart flutter a little, though he’d never admit it.

“Do you think Gabriel was telling the truth?” you blurted, breaking Dean’s train of thought.

“Which part?” he asked.

“You know which part. The soulmates part. That’s crazy, right? Soulmates aren’t real.”

He didn’t respond. He didn’t have time to – by the time he opened his mouth, Sam slammed down several books onto the table. “Alright, everyone pick one and let’s get to work.” This was going to be a long night.

After several hours of reading the oldest book you’ve ever seen, you were ready to call it a night. The number of people in the main room of the bunker was dwindling, just like your patience. “What exactly are we trying to accomplish?” you asked, stretching with a heavy sigh. You didn’t see the point in researching soulmates and alternate universes. It’s not going to change anything. Unless they could get you back home.

“If Gabriel worked hard enough to transport you to a whole different universe, surely it was for a good reason. There has to be some sort of explanation besides you and Dean being soulmates,” Sam said, not even looking up from his book. You stole a glance at Dean, who met your gaze. Your eyes silently begged him to put an end to this reading torture and suggest we go to bed. As if he could read your mind, he cleared his throat. “I don’t know man, I think we should call it a night. It’s been a long ass day.” Thankfully Sam agreed.

“Where am I sleeping?” you asked. Surely there was a spare room in here somewhere. “Let me find an empty room. I think there’s one not too far from our rooms,” Dean responded. You were ready to have some time to yourself to process everything that’s happened today. Especially the whole soulmate thing. That was going to take some getting used to. Dean led you to his bedroom, inviting you to sit on the bed while he searched for a room you could use. His room was decorated with various guns hanging on the wall. A picture of him and his mom sat on his nightstand. You walked over and picked up the photo. Dean was a cute kid, and Mary was beautiful. They looked genuinely happy. It was a nice picture.

“Good news and bad news. There IS a spare bedroom, but it’s filled to the brim with boxes of old files. I’m not even sure there’s a bed underneath all that crap.” Dean’s voice made you jump. You were too focused on the photo to hear him coming. You blushed as you set the picture back down – he caught you snooping around his stuff. “Then where the hell do I sleep?” you asked. This is a nightmare.

“How about you take the bed and I take the floor?” Dean suggested.

“I’m not going to make you sleep on the floor in your own room. YOU take the bed, and I’LL take the floor,” you responded.

“I’m not letting you sleep on the floor after traveling dimensions. Take the damn bed.”

“You’re stubborn as fuck,” you sighed. “Okay, we’re both adults, right? We can share a queen bed without being dramatic about it. Just no funny business, or I’ll kick you in the balls.”

He chuckled. “No funny business. I pinky promise,” he said, holding out his pinky finger to you. You took it in yours and immediately felt sparks fly. You both stared at your hands for a moment, half expecting literal sparks coming off your fingers. The electricity you felt off his single digit was intoxicating. You wondered what would happen if you did more than touch pinkies.

He cleared his throat, letting go of your finger quickly. “I could find something for you to wear to bed, get out of those jeans. I doubt you’ll want to sleep in them,” he said as he started rummaging around his dresser. He pulled out a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. “Bathroom’s around the corner. I think Sam set out a toothbrush and whatnot for you already.” You changed quickly, anxious to get the whole crawling into bed part over. That would be the most awkward part, you told yourself.

You walked back into the room, the sweatpants going inches past your ankles like little socks. Dean was matching you with gray sweats and a black t-shirt. You gawked a little. The shirt was tight enough for you to get a peek of the wall of muscle underneath. His arms were toned and muscular. One was covered in tattoos, the other in various scars from fighting monsters all his life. I guess that is more realistic, you thought. The idea of him getting all those scars made you sad, nonetheless. “Alright which side do you want?” he asked. You shrugged and picked the left, crawling under the covers. You stayed as close to the edge of the bed as possible. Dean did the exact same thing, leaving a large space in between you two. You prayed you’d fall asleep quickly, feeling uncomfortable in this awkward situation. Sharing a bed with a complete stranger. God, please don’t let him be a creep.

Chapter 4

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Another Barbarian Bakugo [part 2]

Prince Barbarian Bakugo x Dragon Royal Reader ; Dragonshifter Kirishima ; fluff ; implicit smut ; angst ; death of character ; sad ending. It's the last part. Hope you like it !

A lot of mysteries surrounded the L/N Realm.

The tropical forest beated by tempests, the tall mountains screaming in the wind... And the dragon-borns flying in the sky.

Your Realm was a peculiar one. Not so long ago, dragon-borns lived hidden and enslaved. Their scales and horns were tore out to be sold. A tribe was using magic to lock them up, forbiding them to fly.

You were the one who freed them. You were at war with the tribe, they blocked the few commercials road your people used. When you discovered dragon-borns were locked in their caves, you used it.

They are peculiar creatures. The years confined weaken them. You used old magic to help them. Kirishima was the first to follow you. He proposed you something, his dragon being the bigger was the harder to control. By using a link called sibling, you could help him to tame his dragon. You fought together, strengthen by magic and the new link between you two.

You won against the tribe and freed all the dragon-borns, they weren't a lot.

You proposed them citizenship, promising protection and equality with other people. They all agree, but were quite suspicious. They have been locked for years after all.

But through time you won their trust.

Kirishima was your closest friend and one of the representative of his kind in your council. Your people prospered. Your culture and the dragon-born's culture mixed up.

However a problem appeared. The number of dragon-born rised up, while your food reserve didn't evolve. Feeding everybody was becoming quite difficult.

So, when Queen Mitsuki send a letter where she proposed an alliance and the hand of her only son in marriage for your help, you jumped on it. It was the solution.

You heard about the Bakugo’s tribe. Traders talked about the Prince's prodigious swordplay, his boldness in war, his lack of fear. His land was prosperous and fertile contrary to yours. You could feed your people with this mariage.

You asked more information and the traders talked about his spiked blond hair, how he kept his posture against King Enji who has three time his age and experience. Then, a trader talked about his red eyes.

Red eyes were the mark of dragon-borns in your country. You questioned the trader to know if he saw him shift.

"I don't know if he is a dragon, Heir L/N, but he sure fight like one."

You fantasized the man, without knowing it. Some of the oldest called him an ancient dragon soul. And Kirishima called you a lovesick fan, always with a stupid grin. "Come on Eijiro, I'm doing it for the food, you know me." You would say.

You would whispered it when you barged in Todoroki's castle, or when you found the Phoenix' crown. You burned down the castle after making sure everybody was dead. Apparently, King Enji ran away when he learned about the destruction of his fleet but left his children and wife. "Coward" growled Kirishima.

You sent your best trackers at his pursuit and flew to the Bakugo's, the crown safe in an orned box.

Bakugo, from his side, fought his parents. Asking when did they thought they had the right to forced his hand like that, without telling him before.

"Listen at you brat, throwing a tantrum like a spoiled child ! And you thought I would tell you? Knowing how you would react? I am your Queen, Katsuki. And you better remember it. We need this alliance with the dragon riders, you will give it to your people and that's the last time I'll explain it to you!"

The only person to ease his feelings was his father, who like the king he is, guides his steps. He talked to him about you, how you beat him and how trapped he felt.

"They doesn't sound so bad," he murmured. "But you should learn more about them and their culture. Don't let the darkness of ignorance guide you, flames are always better. Even if it burns. It's good their court is arriving tomorrow."

He followed his advice and learning he did. The first thing he did was training with your men. You won't beat him again, he would learn your tricks, your style, how your body glide. Then he learned more about dragon-borns, how you freed them, how you trusted them, how you rode them. He learned about your people who carved mountains and forests, children who trained for the Storm's Rite, dragon-borns who opened to the world and trusted humans with the sibling link.

And maybe, you weren't so bad.

When you came back, a week before the marriage, you bowed down to his parents and yours. He felt strange. A weird sense of giddiness. When you came to training, his own men would blank, they heard so much about you and the "stupid arranged marriage" their leader was forced into. "You know boss, if it's for the country's good, I volunteer to take your place for marriage." said Kaminari. Sero seconded, in case something happened to Kaminari.

Bakugo beated their ass that day, rage in his blood. He didn't know if it was because he felt mocked or because you were watching. But you didn't talk to him.

He didn't go to you either but he expected you to. Even more after he showed off your people's tricks he learned while you were away. But you didn't say anything.

Not until the ceremony, you got the Phoenix crown out of a box and put it on his head.

"How does it feel, to be the first emperor of the continent ?" You pecked his lips. The touch soft, your warmth dicipated as quickly as it came.

The first night, you stayed in your quarter after telling something about the lack of storms.

He learned the next day he was living with you for the Mishae plains. He saw your homeland, you took his hand and ran with him. He hunted with you, cooked with you, flew with you on Kirishima and cuddled with you in front of dragon's flames. You taught him everything, how to care, how to sooth and how to love. He never felt behind with you, always an equal.

He taught you songs his soldiers sang before battle, he taught you how to dress for winter in the Eastern lands, he taught you how to imitate animals to lure them and he taught you how warm he was.

Kirishima was always with him if not with you. The dragon-born trained and laughed with him. Your brother became his brother too.

It isn't until his first storm in your home, that you led him to your bedroom. You kissed him ferocely, touching and molding your bodies. The rain covered your breaths, thunder roaring like you both. It felt intense, like the weather. Rain pouring, wind screaming, clouds lightening. Bakugo finally understood what Kirishima told him : "You have bells during marriage, we don't have those. We only have thunder, it's him who tell us to... Dance." The smirk from the red-head should have led him to this ancient tradition.

You both flew back when your parents told you Enji was coming from the West. He paid mercenaries to take his castle back.

You both flew to the North with soldiers. The mercenaries were from a witch's clan. Their magic was dangerous to dragon-borns, making the fight more difficult. You ran to King Enji, if there was no king, there was no war. While you fought with the Phoenix you didn't see the archer pointing at you.

Bakugo saw it before you. He screamed you name with all his might, alerting Kirishima. You turned uround.

They saw the scene perfectly. The arrow flying, your eyes widening and the silver head piercing your chest. And just to be sure you wouldn't survive, Enji hit you with his sword, your blood poured everywhere.

Red. Red. Red. Everything was red. The earth where you lied. Katsuki vision while he saw life leave your face. He couldn't believe he didn't tell you he love you. And Kirishima flames when he felt the sibling link broke, crushing his dragon soul.

Enji perished in the flames, swallowed by them. How ironic for a Phoenix. But Kirishima was mad, he couldn't control himself.

Bakugo screamed. He poured his broken heart to stop the dragon. He climbed on it, hugging his scales while the dragon tore itself. He murmured, "I know, I know, I know... I need you to come back Eijiro!"

Crying, he used the spell like you taught him. Kirishima clinged on it. They were both hurting, desesperate. When the spell ended, the link was form.

They were sibling.

They left the North to take you back to Mishae. Bakugo and Kirishima swore no witch would ever hurt a dragon, no dragon-born would die of hunger. The empire formed by the South, the East and North would forever remember you like their creator and fierce protector.

He was now Emperor Bakugo, King of the Barbarians and the Dragons. He couldn't have imagine this destiny, and it was all thanked to you.

Tag list : @nnubee ; @phoenix666stuff

Please tell me if the link worked!

[softgrungeprophet]

okay just for reference

1. A leading "The" or "A(n)" should not be counted when Alphabetizing and especially not when shelving, considering your spine stickers shouldn't even include articles in the leading position. A Knight's Tale should be under K -- Knight's Tale, A -- rather than bulking up your A section with an endless throng of confusingly organized titles. This applies to more than just books btw.

2. after the first word, all words are counted as part of alphabetization (... I don't remember if this is still true following a colon/in a subtitle, or with in/definite articles, so maybe look that up or ask a librarian lol -- it is true of conjunctions and prepositions though)

3. Numerals (0-9) come before letters. Spelled-out numbers, I've seen mixed approaches and I don't have useful advice. Maybe look up ALA guidelines or something. And the number of a book in a series is more important than the subtitle for fuck's sake-- don't sort numbered books in a series by their subtitles (unless it's a book with a sub-series title such as a spinoff of a main series, like Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, though I would argue that's just the full title anyway, not a subtitle)

The various Warriors series in juvenile fiction really seemed to confuse the other pages on this front, and don't even get me started on Rainbow Fairies 😭

4. Also I feel like this should go without saying but punctuation is not counted. Do not include a title's comma or quotation marks as an element in your alphabetization scheme unless it is the word "comma" spelled out lol

Now, technically spaces are counted as a character that comes before all other numerals and letters, and I'm sure there's a reason, but if your goal is easy sortability and browsing on the consumer end, I honestly think that's kinda stupid and will probably confuse people so unless you're working at like... the library of congress, or in the actual databases, i doubt it matters (at least in terms of manual shelving or browsing; like imo as a reader and ex library page, A B C, ABC and A.B.C. are the same to me and the first one getting special treatment seems weird?? Like i said there's probably a reason but as far as actual user end stuff it seems impractical)

Also I do think that Dewey Decimal falls short for shelving American comic books at libraries since it prioritizes author name rather than title, but alas it's used anyway. I find that sometimes bookstores do a better job with western comics here. Manga, at least, is pretty easy. At home I sort my American comics by series, number and chronology though, not author name.

Bonus:

Dear librarians, I love you, but: Please learn how multi-part surnames work. Guillermo del Toro's surname is not "Toro," it is "del Toro." (This is something I had to bring to a librarian to have fixed more than once)

And some advice to book publishers:

Please for the love of God hire a librarian or someone with a library science degree who knows about things like databases and title sorting. Oh my God. Honestly anyone with a website that involves tagging please for the love of god hire someone who knows literally anything about metadata and booleans

AND

As always

Take what I say with a forgetful grain of salt. If you actually need to know something for sorting purposes, look it up or ask a professional.

[illegally-blind-and-deaf]

Tintin shivered as he left the steamy bathroom, sliding across the wooden floors of the cramped apartment on his socks. It felt as though he had stepped into Antarctica, due to the main radiator being broken. The only other warm room (apart from the tiny bathroom) was his mother's study, from which echoed the soft clicks of keys mixed with the occasional ding of a bell. He twisted the knob quietly, slipping through the small crack in the door. Lamps casted soft pools of golden light across the variety of books resting in shelves, falling delicately around the dark wooden desk; the source of the constant clicks and dings. There sat a woman with her back to the door, her auburn hair falling in the popular gentle curls of the 30s. She had changed from her blouse and woolen skirt into a soft blue dressing gown that reminded Tintin of summer clouds. He began making his way towards her, trying to keep his footsteps as silent as he could. Somehow, the woman managed to hear him and she turned her head, revealing her tortoise shell glasses and the profile of a slightly bent nose. "I can hear you, little duckling."

"There's no way. I was silenter than a mouse!"

"More silent," Lucille corrected, smiling as her son harrumphed his way to her desk. "And you should know by now, having six years' worth of experience living with me, that I have exceptional hearing."

Tintin pouted, moving the loose pages on her desk to create a spot where he could sit. "It's not fair. How am I supposed to play practical jokes on you?"

The soft clicks of her Fountain Writer stopped as she looked at her son. Unfortunately, the gaze of her green eyes reached just past him to a small crack in the wallpaper. "What's not fair is having a depleted sense."

"You're a little off, just look the the left a little more."

She did and Tintin moved his head slightly so they locked eyes. "What's also not fair is you using your blindness for an excuse for everything."

"But it's true," she said simply, resuming her typing. Dots popped up across the page as the needle on the Brailler slid across with a steady tapping. Tintin watched, trying to decipher the story being placed on the page.

"Mama?"

"Yes, my darling?"

"When are you going to teach me Braille so I can read your stories?"

The needle reached the end of the page. Lucille pulled the pocketmarked page out of the machine, placing it on the pile of paper next to her. "How is your reading and writing at school?"

"Don't change the conversation!"

"I'm not. I just want to make sure that you're understanding your schoolwork because if you start learning Braille before you're ready, you will get confused."

"Oh." He sighed, swinging his legs in the air. "Madame Van der Veer says I'm doing very well. She's given me extra work so I don't get bored."

Lucille smiled. "You're a very clever boy, Tintin."

He grinned, revealing the two front teeth that were larger than the rest and jutted out from the otherwise neat row. "So can I learn?"

"I suppose," Lucille sighed. "But you must promise me that you won't get mad when you don't understand it straight away."

"I promise."

"Good. Get me your slate. And dont explode with excitement, please!"

He hurried to the bedroom, pulling the small blackboard and chalkbout of his school bag, then dashed back to the study. Lucille doing it, uttering a soft "thank you" as she divided the dusty surface into six squares. "In Braille, every letter is made out of a combination of up to 6 dots." She scribbled them roughly, not caring if they were crooked or uneven. She couldn't see them anyway. "This is called a Braille cell. Are you following?"

"Mhm."

"Fabulous. Each different dot is called a different number, so the top left-hand dot is dot 1, the one below is dot 2, the next one is dot 3, then it jumps back to the top on the left-hand side and you have dots 4, 5 and 6."

"Okay, that makes sense, now what are the letters?"

"Slow down. Can you pass me a piece of paper and then come sit on my lap?"

He obeyed, watching as she slotted it in to the brailler and moved the needle back to the left. Gently, she took his fingers and placed them on the keys of the brailler. "There are nine keys. These top two are backspace and enter; these three on the left are your three dots on the left of the Braille cell; the same on the right; and the middle key is the space. Understood?"

"Oui."

"Encroyable. Now, your index fingers are the top two dots, the middle fingers the middle two and the ring fingers are the bottom dots."

"When are we learning about the alphabet?"

"I was about to tell you before you interrupted me."

"Oh."

Lucille giggled. "The letter 'A' is a very difficult letter to remember, so listen to me closely."

Tintin straightened, eyes trained on the keys. His fingers were almost too short, but he managed to spread them far enough that they touched one key each.

"'A' is dot one."

He jammed his left index finger into the key, gasping as the brailler made a soft 'pop' and the needle slid over, revealing one singular dot on the page. "Is that it?"

"Yup."

Tintin pouted, blowing a raspberry at his mother. "You lied."

"It was a funny joke."

"It wasn't really-"

Her fingers wriggled into his side's and he squealed, sliding down her lap until his bottom hit the floor. "You're mean!"

Lucille laughed, the laugh that sounded like both a wheeze and a crow. "You said my joke wasn't funny, so who's really the mean one?" She pulled him back up, wrapping her arms around his soft waist. "Lets continue. 'B' is dots 1 and 2. You must press them at the same time."

He did, wriggling with glee as the two fresh dots jumped from under the needle.

"'C' is dots 1 and 4, so use your two index fingers."

And so it went on, all the way through the alphabet until they had reached 'Z'. Tintin couldn't help but grin as he ran a finger along the tiny bumps, studying each letter carefully. "Now what?"

"Now we do it again."

The excitement deflated and he slouched. "But I want to write a story," he groaned.

"I know, but it's like playing the piano. You love your piano lessons, don't you?"

He nodded.

"I'm assuming that you're nodding."

"Yes."

"Good. But, you don't like doing your scales over and over again, do you?"

"Scales are so boriiiiing," he whined.

"But you know why you have to do them?"

He sighed. "So my fingers get nice and strong and I can play quickly and better."

Lucille nodded. "It's exactly the same when you're leaning to write, whether you're writing with a pencil or with Braille. You have to do the basics like writing the alphabet over and over again so you can do better at the harder things. Does that make sense?"

"Yes, Mama. Can I do it again?"

"Yes, but then you have to go to bed, okay?"

"Okay!" Suddenly his fingers are moving again, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrated. Lucille stroked the little tuft of almost blond hair, turning her head slightly so she could see the few copper strands peeking through the small remainder of her central vision. 'I love you,' she tapped onto the little boy's scalp. 'My little sunshine.'

"Mama, why are you tapping my head?"

"I'm telling your brain that it's time for a little duckling to go to bed,"

"But-"

"Hey, we had an agreement. You break the agreement and I won't teach you any more for the rest of the month."

The words had barely left her mouth when Tintin took off, shooting down the hall like a hare. Lucille laughed, making her own, slower way into the bedroom. "Are you in?"

The rustle of blankets confirmed her suspicions. "Alrighty little munchkin. Goodnight."

"Goodnight Mama," came the sleepy reply.

She kissed him gently on the head. "I love you very much."

"I love you to Pluto and back."

"I love you past Pluto and back again."

"That's not fair. We don't know any planets past Pluto."

"Goodnight. I shouldn't be too long."

He nodded, blowing her a kiss as she felt for the lamp switch. Darkness soon filled the room, embracing the little boy gently as he began to drift into sleep. Lucille crept quietly out of the room, taking one last moment to listen to the soft rise and fall of his breath with a smile.

[zenaidamacrouras1]

Raise your voice for gender affirming care:

How to call your legislator or write a letter to the newspaper.

Caveat is that I am based in the US and would assume that these rules more or less apply to other countries but what the hell do I know? Please feel free to repost with tips for your home country, sorry to be so United States about it.

The most recent chapter of my Captain America fanfiction (sorry, did you think I was on tumblr because I am cool?)(because yes! I am!) is a performance arts piece where readers are invited to become a part of the story by taking a political action on the central issue that the characters are working on - which is legislation against gender affirming care.

The rules:

You are 100% welcome to plagiarize anything I’ve written in this fic in your opinion piece.

If you do write a letter to the editor, or call an elected, please leave a comment saying so!

How to contact your US Elected Officials:

You can find your state and federal electeds via this tool: https://openstates.org/find_your_legislator.  You can also just search your zip code and [state and federal congress] [school board] etc.

Your opinion is much more influential with state and local electeds - definitely reach out! You do not have to be fancy. Just say your general opinion.

Generally speaking, when you call or email an elected (calling is always, always better, but emailing is always, always better than nothing), they just check a box of like “yay or nay” on an issue. They don’t have a special tracking tool for how many amazing facts you have memorized or how articulate you sound. They won’t debate you. You share your opinion, they ask your zip code, and that’s it.

Pro tip: Put your electeds' office phone numbers in your address book and call after business hours so you get a voicemail. Call drunk. Whatever. Back when I had a ton of health issues and bad health insurance, I used to call Congress every time I was in a waiting room to complain about how much we need health care reform (2-3 times a week).

Just remember, you are likely to get a 20 year old college intern or staffer, so be nice. They are at the bottom of the food chain and possibly not even getting paid money.

Why should I write a letter to the editor?:

The Opinion pages are the most read part of any paper. Politicians have staff that read them every day. Activists I know have gotten personal phone calls from high-level politicians who were either pissed or happy about an opinion piece.

How do I get it published?:

Just search [your local paper or the town where you live] and [publish a letter to the editor] it should pop up. Papers make it pretty easy for you to find the info. Usually there is a 200-word limit for an LTE and a 500-word limit for an op-ed. Op-eds are like a fancy LTE: they are harder to get placed, and you usually need some kind of expertise or hook. Happy to answer questions.

How to write a letter to the editor:

Here is a Planned Parenthood overview on how to write an LTE, it’s looking at abortion rights and specific to the Southwest, but it’s pretty decent. I put my own formula below with purple italics examples from the op-ed in my fic —you can re-order these, mix and match, whatever:

Paragraph 1: Current events + context of why this matters now (local context is good, but national is okay):

This year has seen an alarming array of troubling new laws that aim to make it a crime for doctors to act ethically and in accordance with widely accepted standards of medical care. I would be opposed to any law that comes between a patient and their doctor. But these laws are especially distressing to me, as they target some of our nation's most vulnerable children.

Paragraph 2: Identify yourself, why you care, and why people should listen to you:

Steve says: As a person who knows a little bit about history, I invite you to please join me on the right side of it. Obviously Captain America is famous enough he doesn't need to name his qualifications. You don’t have to have anything fancy, just acknowledge one role you play as a human member of a community. You don’t have to come out as transgender in the newspaper (unless you want to!). Everyone is a million things you can identify as that give you moral standing. If you have a personal story, feel free to share it. You could say: As a parent, I am horrified by the bullying behavior of lawmakers, and would never want to see a law like this come between my child and the healthcare they need. Or: As a student, I want to see all my classmates treated equally. It makes me feel unsafe when I hear about teachers misgendering their students.

Paragraph 3: Make your argument with Value, Vision, Problem, Solution

Paragraph 1 and 2 were about providing context for why people should listen to your argument. Now in Paragraph 3, you make the argument. A great way to frame your arguments are Value, Vision, Problem, Solution. This is a very old and common messaging tool and nothing I made up. Steve’s op-ed in my fic includes these, though slightly out of order. Leading with a value that you feel might have more universal appeal is a great way to reach people who may disagree with you. If you are stressed about how to articulate your argument in any situation, this is a great four-sentence formula to use to organize your thoughts. One thing I like about it is it leads with Value—which you don’t need any special expertise to have. You don’t have to memorize 900 perfect facts. You just have to be against child abuse.

Value: a somewhat universally held value that applies to this situation:

No child should have to live in fear of discrimination. Child abuse is bad. Children should be protected. Everyone deserves a safe place to live.

Vision: the big thing you want to happen—invite people to see your positive vision:

Our nation’s children should not have to witness grown adults drumming up hysteria over nonexistent problems because they aren't tolerant of the beautiful diversity of humanity. (Typically framed more positively than the above. For example: --Transgender children should have access to healthcare/bathrooms/proper pronouns. --I want to see a country where all children are free to play and be themselves. --Transphobic lawmakers should be launched into the sun / etc. )

Problem:

Denying trans youth gender-affirming care is an affront to science and medical ethics. These abhorrent actions cause transgender youth to endure untreated pain, and some will die because of these policies. The very existence of these laws harms all transgender children in our nation, because the laws perpetuate discrimination and give undue affirmation to biased, unethical science driven by an agenda of hate. (This is a great place to add facts or research to back up the problem. There are many powerful statistics showing the disproportionate emotional burden transgender people carry as well as the enormous medically proven success of gender-affirming care, as well as the fact that they violate the US constitution.)

Solution:

I hope you'll join me in thinking about the ways you can join the fight for transgender rights, and the rights and dignity of all LGBTQ people. Together we can protect our transgender youth, and make this moment not a story of when our nation made a grave error that harmed a generation of transgender children, but a time when we chose to stand up and change the course of history for the better. (Here is a great place to list specific bills you support or detest, or call out specific politicians who are either doing good or bad work in this arena. Whenever you can, try and namedrop a politician or a bill name/number—they are definitely tracking those. But you don’t have to!).

That's it! An LTE can be 3 paragraphs, and in general, I recommend the Value, Vision, Problem, Solution framework as one to keep in the back of your mind to organize your points in any context.

[moonspirit]

2, 14, 32, 48, 94 (hopefully I didn't mix up the number holly fuck)

-Waif

Hello wafe! This is late, but have it!

2. talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

Oh well xD In VBEOW, during the whole Peace Summit thing (which was for me, the hardest set of chapters to write so far), Armin wasn't actually supposed to get sick and have an emotional breakdown. He was instead supposed to face a real and frightening threat to his life from outside sources. But the longer I thought about it, the more it felt appropriate for his mental health and emotional strength to take a nosedive, sparked by many things and pushed over the edge by a letter from Mikasa, who was (and still is) the one person (apart from Annie) who has the ability to make or break him. Besides it dawned on me that the earlier Annie comes to know of his fear of abandonment, the better it would be for the story as a whole. You can play about a lot with facts once they're out in the open, even if they aren't resolved.

14. what’s your worst writing habit?

Perfectionism xD Literally just that. I set impossible standards for myself and it really hinders my enjoyment of writing, sometimes. Whether its quality or schedule, I'm just too hard on myself when I should probably be kinder. It's... well xD Yeah~

32. do characters influence your writing style?

I think so :O~ Rather I've noticed something like it only after actually putting the work out. With writing Annie, not only is it easier but getting into her lonely and "new-to-everything" headspace, clean narrative structure goes to shit xD With Armin, things are always too complicated, convoluted, and also orderly and neat to the point where I end up obsessing over the execution as a whole.

Writing Armin just makes me hate myself more than necessary xD

48. do you reread your own stories?

Not from the start-to-end sense, but sometimes I'm like "Oh, I remember I had a nice time writing this bit from chapter ___, let's pay it a visit!" and I go skim over that portion. More often than not I stay away from fully re-reading older chapters because I'm scared I'll just hate my writing haha xD

94. do you prefer dialogue or description?

Dialogue! Because as much as I love description, I really enjoy dialogue because it makes me feel like I can make something seem very human and close. The language used to say something, it can be polished and formal to add to an air of seriousness, or it can be relaxed and silly and full of funny cursing that can create a cozy and playful mood. There's also the little non-verbal sounds we make like "mhmm" and "ha" and "mh...?" that I really love to sprinkle like salt too haha xD

Thank you for the ask wife T/////T

[janusflipped]

"I have a message from your father." - for the drabbles.

OOPS! ALL ANGST! PROMPTS Not verse 1... or 2...but a secret 3rd verse...

There was a soft knock at his office door, Two-Face didn't bother looking up from his work and waved a hand, signaling for one of his men to open the door. There was a soft grunt as Spice got up and opened the door.

"Hello, Harvey." It was Oswald, the man gently cleared his throat, a polite way to ask for the other to look up. He didn't, Oswald sighed, "I have a message from your father." He looked up and his eyebrow raised, face curious and now mixed with irritation.

"Sugar...Spice, leave." Both got up and quickly exited the room, promptly posting themselves outside the doors of the office. "Why's that deadbeat talking to you?" He looked back down at his paperwork, the pen scratching away again. Oswald huffed slightly and sat down in one of the chairs in front of the desk, setting his briefcase down and his umbrella.

"I couldn't fully tell you. However, I do, have a letter as well. If you're interested in reading it." Oswald held up a letter, it was unopened. "He said "Can you give this to my...Son. He hasn't responded to any of the Letters I sent, I don't have his phone number either." That's all he said."

"I wouldn't give anyone I hate my number." He heard Oswald chuckle. "We do business together, and I hate you less now." He watched the letter enter his line of sight as Oswald slid it over his paperwork. He looked up. "What do you want me to read it right now?" Oswald nodded his head. He sighed and sat up. He sat up and took out his letter opener and opened it. He took out the letter and read it, scoffing occasionally, and then gradually getting angrier. It took all his self-control to not rip it to shreds by the time he reached the end. "This is full of crap." He crumpled it up and threw it into the trashcan missing.

"...Does it have to do with..." He stopped talking as he got a glare shot in his direction. "...Care to talk? We've been friends for a long time now, I know you well enough that this won't leave your mind unless you say something." Oswald was right. He'd stay angry, but it was usually hard to broach a topic such as this.

"He wants me to visit him. So we can be a "family" again. Or "try" to be one. Quite frankly that's fucking impossible... I should kill him."

"That's a horrible idea. However, I won't stop you." He sighed pinching the bridge of his nose then leaning over to pick up the crumpled piece of paper. Two-Face making no effort to stop him. Though he could feel the man's stare follow his movements. "Is what he said really that horrible?" It wasn't a secret that Harvey had a horrible relationship with his father, Harvey often didn't elaborate or offer details of why. He could only make vague assumptions based on passing snide comments or remarks. He hummed as he uncrumpled the paper and read it. There wasn't anything particularly bad, a lot of fluff language was used, and it was manipulative sounding. Harvey was in his 40s... early 40s but it seemed like the man had nothing left and needed care. His only option was his estranged son "I take it that your response wi-"

"Two-Bullets. That'll be his end-of-life care." He took out a gun and loaded it. Oswald let out a hum, no further response beyond that.

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

We're coming up to the two-year anniversary of American comedian Trevor Moore's death, which is about a week before the two-year anniversary of Sean Lock's death. The latter of which made me more sad than any celebrity death ever has, because 1) look, I know we're not supposed to be all parasocial or whatever and those people on TV are not our friends, but I had relatively recently finished every episode of 8 Out of 10 Cats and Catsdown, which I think is over 400 in total, and you can't do that without feeling like you know those people a bit, also I watched his stand-up and Fifteen Stories High, so I could better enjoy the silly panel show stuff while knowing he was better than that, just like I knew Jon Richardson was better than that, and just like I knew Jimmy Carr wasn't, and 2) a friend of mine had died not all that long before then, I was still grieving for him and some of the sadness about Sean Lock's death may have gotten mixed in with grief for someone I did actually know.

Anyway. Thinking about that tonight. Trevor Moore's death didn't me quite as hard as Sean Lock's, but it was still fucking tragic, way too young. And he was very good. My brother first introduced me to Whitest Kids U'Know (Trevor Moore's sketch group) quite a few years ago, and it's one of the few things he and I agreed upon. My brother and I have very different taste in comedy, so I didn't expect to love this thing that he described as pretty much his favourite comedy at the time, but he was right. It was so funny that I watched every episode of the Whitest Kids U'Know TV show, and got Trevor Moore's High in Church album. I still have Whitest Kids U'Know sketches on my list of things I occasionally spend an afternoon re-watching (along with SMBC sketches, Chris Flemming videos, Tim Minchin songs, used to have Mitchell and Webb sketches on there but that's tougher with Robert Webb being a dick).

Sean Lock isn't quite as easy to clip as Trevor Moore (not without going through all the clickbait compilations on Channel 4's YouTube account), but there's always:

Surrealism on the letters and numbers show:

This one made me laugh far harder than it should have, really:

And I really like this Stewart Lee story about him:

In about 2005 I was trying to escape Avalon management, a solid career move of which S Lock was an early pioneer ("You're breaking these kids' hearts", I remember him saying to the company's promoters in Edinburgh in '95 or so as they ran another hapless 20-something hopeful into insurmountable debt). I was in an Indian restaurant in Nottingham with S Lock and D Kitson and I was trying to persuade D Kitson to manage me as his 'client', as I wanted to be able to reach the small but discerning audiences he did, and without doing any television or publicity. S Lock said we were a pair of fucking idiots. I don't know why he was so annoyed, but wonder if he took my attempt to eschew popular mechanisms as a personal criticism.

I feel like it sums everyone in that story up perfectly. Right alongside the Russell Howard story from Edinburgh 2004-ish, when he asked Sean Lock why he wasn't doing a long run there with his stand-up show, and Sean replied that he doesn't really like his job that much, he's just trying to get through it (that story came from the 2008 radio episode where they got on the subject by discussing who they'd most like to get to take to work with them, and Jon Richardson said he'd love to take the comedian Sean Lock... both heartwarming and heartbreaking when you think that he did, in fact, get to take Sean Lock to work with him him many times before he died, and contrary to what he told Russell in 2004 once, Sean probably enjoyed up to seven minutes of it). And the Lee Mack story about how he initially bonded with Sean Lock due to a shared distrust of the comedy industry and everyone in it.

There was always this sense that the cynicism in Sean Lock's act was real, and that's why he spent so much of his career on fluff like panel shows instead of the deeper cynical stuff like 15 Storeys High, he knew everything was bullshit so he was just trying to make enough so he didn't have to do more bullshit than necessary. All of Stewart Lee's cynicism but none of his pretension. 8 Out of 10 Cats (the non-Countdown version) has to be worst show that I've ever spent more than 100 hours watching, but it did make me get attached to the regulars who overcame the weakness of the format, and frequently of the other guests, and made it better than that. The Sean Lock/Jon Richardson dynamic is some of the best chemistry I've ever seen on TV. You'd think it wouldn't work - you'd think it wouldn't be as good as the Richardson/Howard thing of someone made of sunshine to balance out the pessimistic one. But nope, turns out two grumpy people go great together if they're Sean and Jon. Channel 4 struck gold with that.

[the-firebird69]

Several things in punta Gorda Port Charlotte happening today and they are big they will make change occur here and all over Florida and the world after it is going to be an eye opener for a lot of these sloths

-there is an effort going on to remove people who are criminals by the max the foreigners and we have to tag along and it's happening all over the world and in Florida and it's been happening here as you said earlier there's going to be a huge evacuation and the numbers are getting smaller right now it's probably around 10% 2% of the world will evacuate to the islands and it's the morlock in a mix.

-here in punta Gorda is about 20 projects beginning and it is that group that is coming in because these people are hardly doing anything and they're not really good at it and it is occurring events elsewhere are greatly affecting what's happening here in the upper Midwest and having a huge infight and it translates here and they're not going to crap out of each other and people take advantage of it and knock the crap out of them. They're having a huge fight with clones top side and sent down to Giant number this morning and they should if they get ships and keep them around they be doing better and they like the idea of bombardment because they got bombs recently they lost almost half their people

-there's a huge amount of people getting fired today from their jobs they're going for the rest of them and it is McDonald's doing it and the invite and McDonald's can't seem to get the jobs that they're firing people from and other people are holding them out of them so doesn't seem to be helping but they're pursuing the McDonald's stuff here in overseas and they're forced to do it and in a big scale it's happening today. And the two movies dune begins today the TV series is starting up and the movies will be in about 5 days to a week

-the ship above is still hovering and has not moved and they don't anticipate to move to soon like we said Monday Tuesday might be the launch day for the ships even though they're larger and considerably larger the cycle might be very similar and it has to do with the size my son doesn't really know if it's true or not you have an engine that's bigger now you have to cycle it more so it might be a little longer that's what will and Bill just added of course they might be wrong and things are going that route no usually they're right on and our son is correct and daughter

-there's a couple more things people in the mall are dragging ass last night they had a bunch of fights and they look terrible and think they look good it's horrible and good is just another thing too so we have other things happening and one of them is they're going to renovate the mall the piece by piece in stores are trying to get in because we are renovating and adding things

-along with an evacuation people are going after more lock of any kind just thinking about and they are grabbing them and they are hauling them in. It's wide scale and it's increasing and due to their habits and they're gross and their parasites. There's a few projects that are going on that are making it worse for them hauling out s*** out of the rivers and they're not doing good things with it trying to tamper with food and they're getting kicked out and water and electricity and sewer and they're getting booted out all over the world day by day they have stuff they want and need and they're useless they say so we think of a percentage will drop today and daily because of that alone and forced evacuations they are beginning

-the max delivered their fourth letter last night it is Mac proper and these people are trying to attack them and they keep attacking the McDonald's they say they need their stuff and it's horrible and their losers and they're going to just disappear. And I think they're smart by ignoring the truth and saying things to our son and yeah they're McDonald's. The fifth letter will be delivered tonight as a result of the fourth letter their number of areas that were hit additional to the original 300 and they were about 20 by 30 areas full of people and we're not there and we have to clear and we give the all clear to us and to allow it and we did it for weeks and then immediately before and they wiped them out about 50 of those areas that's a lot and the population of course dropped and it did drop to about 10% it wasn't 20% and the first hit drop them down to 17 from 23 and the second hit drop them down to 10 it was bigger they're delivering that letter tonight it is the fifth letter 5th. There's only two more letters but this letter contains more jargon in it and explains more about why and what they're doing it for and what they expect people to do in order to not get hit even though they're attacking MacDonald's mostly they are still safe that their behavior is provocative and directed against them and they do understand it is both sides do but the max are going to attach we will correspond with the letters when it's issued there's only two more letters but this one has diplomatic information it is explaining to the leaders why the wrong what's wrong with their behavior and why they should be modifying it and it's also saying that their crimes against the realm and against their kind and it is true but they just could not hold their own they needed solutions and they were frustrated and it's both of them but they don't recognize that and take responsibility because they see them as having free will and something they can blame my son for the computer hacking and obviously a lot of people think that stupid and they're saying it right now but yeah this is a diplomatic pouch as well it's really the letter itself but it is speaking to a higher level in other words if you don't back off they said we are bringing it up a notch and we are telling all of your leaders the reasons why and clarifying it and we already know what they're going to write for the most part and we've seen it and the delivery method last time was kind of hairy for them so they are going to deliver it with a difference carrier and it's going to be their own people bringing the letter in and the delivery people are afraid and nervous they don't want to do it and they said they won't be harmed our son and daughter say there's a way to do it is you bring it in a case and the case of scanned and it has the emblem of the macs and it says clearly didn't see a pouch carried my others for them and they do know about it and they've seen it and it helps but really they should know the stuff they hardly know and do anything it is done correctly it's really bizarre. And they didn't have too many skills before it's going on now that they're in trouble and it will be delivered at 9:00 p.m. tonight so far they did not comply with the fourth letter and they're being hit severely it's 10% now it'll probably drop all the another percent from the hits and a percent from international action and possibly a couple percent from action on the phones other than that it's going to be percentage point here and there of a percent they call it a point in trading but that's not what it is it's a percentage of a percent. And it is ongoing we're going to publish now

Thor Freya

There's several things happening here with me I've noticing that they are depleting their forces fast and that's the warlock it means the max are trying to do things before others can mobilize and move and relocate to areas that the max are controlling and I'm writing it up and my husband says that foreigners are aware and they're above the shields and they're confirming they are and they do know what I'm saying is true and we're taking over the areas that they're bombarding lots of them and I know we haven't had but I do see a couple holes in there informing me that's the max and I will send it in and it's going to be helpful

Hera

Good. I have the feeling too but I'm trying to make you feel better because I know that we're doing things but it is best to make sure we have everything covered because it's a finger holder looking for

Zues

Good

Hera

Olympus we are moving on these things and we see her letter we have a lot of it but we are going to put a lot more into it and we do see what she's saying because of the rapid change on this lot of things that they're doing still that need to be picked up and it's so brilliant way of putting it he says and we do too and she thinks this and her husband

[computersinsimpleterms]

How To Make A Password They'll Never Guess

The chances are that you have had one of these thoughts at one point or another:

“I have a password, but I keep getting hacked.”

“I have a password, but I keep getting security warnings.”

“How do they keep guessing my password?”

“Why do they keep telling me my password is not enough?”

If you have ever had these thoughts or you have a lot of problems with security warnings or websites telling you that you need a better password, then you are not alone.

A lot of us get frustrated because it seems like we always have to make new passwords or we think we have a strong password, but we keep getting computer viruses. Don’t worry. This just means that you have to make the right type of password. 

Here are a few things you SHOULD NOT DO when making a password:

1. DO NOT use the name of your child, pet, street, best friend, or any other word that someone in your family would be able to guess.

The reason why is because computer hackers try to guess your passwords by looking at your social media. So if you talk about your family, friends or pets while you are on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, YouTube, or any other website, then you are giving the hacker a clue for the website they should try.

REMEMBER - hackers don’t have to be your friend on Facebook in order to see your pages.

2. DO NOT use the same password for everything.

We know, with so many websites asking you to make a password, it is tempting to pick only one and use it for every program, but that would be a mistake. If a hacker is able to guess that one password then they would have access to all of your banking apps, social media, home security and much more. 

3. DO NOT use an obvious password.

What we mean by that is, don’t use “PASSWORD” as your password. You also shouldn’t use things like “123456”, “password123”, or anything that can be easily guessed with only a few attempts.

The reason why is because hackers often try a trick called Password Spraying, and that is when hackers use a program that tries a list of commonly used passwords to hack into your account. If you use something obvious, the hacker will break in within seconds.

Hackers will guess this password in seconds.

This is what you SHOULD DO when you make your passwords:

So now you know what you shouldn’t do when you make your passwords. However, you may be scratching your head as to what you can do. The bottom line is that you need to be unpredictable, so hackers give up and try to bother someone else. Do things like:

Use a combination of letters, numbers, and special characters and mix them around.

Try things like “Ex@mp1e” or “an0ther_ide@” - You’ll want to be a little more inventive than that, but you get the idea.

Create a random password online. If you want a password that is almost impossible to guess, then let a computer do the work. An online password generator will find a complete mix of letters and numbers that you can use for your accounts.

You may be wondering why you would use a program online to make a password when those programs can be hacked by cybercriminals. It’s a valid concern, but if you are smart then you won’t have an issue.

To make the most secure random password, use the generator provided by Norton or Avast, because these are antivirus companies that know how to protect their systems, so you know you are safe.

How to remember your passwords:

Most of us know that we should have a tough password, but we don’t always follow that advice because we think those passwords will be too hard to remember. 

If you think that way, then you may just need a system. That system could be as simple as writing down all of your passwords in a physical notebook that you keep in a safe place at home.

A physical notebook cannot be stolen by hackers and if you keep it well-hidden, then people will never steal it when they are at your home.

You can also keep your passwords secure and in one place is by using an online password keeper. A great program for this isLast Pass, which stores all of your passwords so you don’t have to remember them. 

Final Thoughts

If you need a password that they’ll never guess or you think you have a good password, but you keep getting viruses, then you need to follow the tips above and protect your computer and your programs.

Be smart about your password and use your computer in confidence.

[lazeecomet]

Discord did it again

you know those threads about how people publicly find out in a discord server that they are colorblind. well i had my version of that

Let me say that my spelling mistakes have been the butt of jokes for as long as i've been in the server. i just keep making them and not bothering to fix them. It came up that the reason why i had so many errors was that when i had writing assignments i was told to just skip over words i had trouble with (as i misspelled a lot of words) and would be caught up by the little red underline. I used my computer for a lot of writing assignments because on top of my terrible spelling my handwriting was awful. bad enough that people gave up trying to cheat off my notes/homework. at least on a printed page it was just spelling and grammer errors

and then i did the thing. the watershed moment.

i shared a picture of some notes i had written recently and from a college notebook some 4 years back.

oh boy. the sever looked at that and went......are you sure you dont have a undiagnosed condition?

So today i learned about Dysgraphia

and i probably have a form of it. why does Lazy use capital B and D and P and Q in the middle of words? because when i write them lowercase i struggle to remember on which side of the line the circle goes before its too late

my charactor spacing and sizing is not good

my spelling is awful (in that conversation i spelled cuisine as "quesine")

i use an inconsistant mix of capital and lowercase letters

i have to stop and think to figure out which plane/plain to use and other similar words

my father has dyslexia and i tend to transpose 2+ digit numbers because they "sound better" that way (THAT should have been a real clue)

at least i am good with getting my thoughts out onto "paper" and i tend to (for the most part) write in a straight line, and i dont have full blown dyslexia

[bloodorangesoup]

Ice Cream and Bad TV | B.B.

Request: Late night thoughts : The only porn bucky watches are the ones that come on tv at like 2 or 3 in the mornings. Imagine cuddling up with him on his living room floor, aimlessly clicking around until you stumble upon the channel & he gets flustered & shy about it & you fuck him while porn plays in the background. Like I think it’s so romantic🥺🥺 riding him while the soft glow of the tv illuminates his face. His moans & grunting blending in with the actors 😫😫

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k (this was supposed to be a drabble but I cannot for the life of me control myself)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ | cuddle fucking, unprotected sex(pretend ur on birth control for a sec)(still wrap it b4 your tap it), flustered Bucky, porn talk, the tiniest bit of sub!Bucky for like half a second, fluffy smut, you get the gist

My Masterlist

Notes: I did this in one sitting so sorry if it’s repetitive or has any mistakes. I think I have a major soft sport for flustered Bucky. I also had to think of a realistic name for a TV porn channel so bear with me. This is my first time writing smut in non-headcanon form so let me know how I did! Happy reading!

It was 2am on a Thursday night when your phone rang with your boyfriend's caller I.D. This wasn't the first time that Bucky had called you for this instance, it became a routine for you to talk him down after a nightmare and you prepared to do so when you picked up. Usually the first thing you would hear was his heavy breaths, the anxious buzz in his body making him fumble his words as he tried to focus on talking to you, so you were surprised to be met with still breathing and his typical deep, steady voice.

"Doll? You there?"

"Yeah, Buck, I'm here," you replied with a yawn, trying to sound as awake as possible. Bucky could hear the airiness of your voice and let out a sigh.

"Sorry, baby, I woke you up."

"You say that every time, I don't mind waking up for you. Besides, I don't have work tomorrow so I don't exactly need my beauty rest."

There was a pause. You could still hear static from the other side of the call but Bucky didn't say a word.

"Buck? You okay?" As if you snapped him out of a daydream, his hurried words rushed through the phone.

"Yeah yeah, sorry. I'm kind of out of it right now, I had another bad dream."

"Do you wanna talk about it?" You had expected his usual answer of yes, then you would listen to his thoughts and comfort him through the horrific reality that were his nightmares.

"You said you don't have work tomorrow? Do you think you could come over right now? Actually never mind, I don't know what I'm saying, it's 2am." You could practically see Bucky shaking his head as he took back his question.

"I'll be there in twenty, James. You better have some blankets and pillows ready for me because we're taking over your couch."

Bucky let out a breath over the line, "See you soon, y/n, love you."

"Love you more," you said quickly before hanging up, not letting him get in the last 'I love you.'

~

Forty minutes later you found yourself on Bucky's lap on his living room floor. You two had abandoned the idea of the couch and chose to make a small fort with the couch as your scaffolding. There was a surprising amount of pillows and blankets surrounding the two of you, you had no idea Bucky even owned them all.

He sat with his back against the couch, your legs laid over his and your arms were around his neck, bringing his head down to your chest. He talked about his nightmare, sparing you the gruesome details, and once he was done he closed his eyes and leaned further into your chest, breathing in your scent. You gave the crown of his head a kiss and rested your head atop his. Comfortable silence washed over the two of you before you spoke up.

“You know what always makes me feel better?” you asked, lifting your head just enough to look down at him.

“What?” he mumbled into your chest. A soft smile graced your face at his cuteness.

“Ice cream and bad TV!” you announced excitedly before wiggling out of his grasp.

You did a little jog to his kitchen and reached down into the freezer to grab a small pint of ice cream you knew Bucky always kept stashed for you whenever you came around. Picking up two spoons and turning off all the lights in the apartment on your way, you quickly made your way back into the living room, lifting Bucky’s arms to situate yourself back into your position on his lap. You popped the lid of the small tub and handed it to Bucky along with a spoon. With your hands now free, you felt around in the dark for the remote and turned on the TV.

Waiting for the TV to completely turn on, you ate a spoonful of ice cream. You hummed at the taste of the cold sweetness coating your tongue. You gasped as you opened your eyes, finding Bucky scooping out some ice cream and lowering it to your mouth.

“Oh wait, let me make this cuter!” you squealed with your eyes wide.

Copying Bucky’s actions, you took a spoonful and lifted it to his lips, the both of you opening wide and feeding each other. You giggled at the cliché moment and Bucky couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at how adorable you were.

You turned back to the TV, lifting the remote in your hands to change the channel to anything but the news that was already playing on the screen. As you flipped through sports recaps, music channels, infomercials, and movies that were already almost over, you sighed.

“Ugh, there’s nothing good on. Maybe if I start from the end of the list there’ll be better stuff,” you huffed.

Before Bucky could register what you said you had already typed in the biggest number you could enter and began flipping down through channels. Surfing through the empty screens, you landed on one called HotNet and suddenly the screen was completely taken over by a pair of boobs which then cut to a woman on her back and a man on top of her, rutting into her at a slow pace, while her moans echoed throughout the apartment. You quickly shuffled with the remote, trying to turn the volume down from it’s loud setting, spooked at the loud, obscene noise coming from the speaker.

“Oh my gosh, I wasn’t expecting that,” you laughed into Bucky’s chest, “God, I hope your neighbors didn’t hear that.”

Bucky stared at the screen with wide eyes, hoping you would change the channel before noticing that the channel was in the On Demand section. You gasped through your laugh, collecting yourself before turning back to the TV and shaking your head.

“Jeez, I didn’t even know they still had porn like this on public television.” You looked back down at the remote, clicking the Guide button. Bucky’s heart stopped as the description took over the screen, the video still playing in the top right corner. In bold letters the words On Demand titled the card. Even worse, the bottom of the screen displayed a small box containing the information,

$19.99

purchased with debit card xxxx-9758

You furrowed your brows in confusion, realization slowly softening them, before a mischievous smirk took over your face. You lifted your head to look at Bucky, his face looked down at your lap, refusing to meet your eyes. You tapped the bottom of his chin with the remote, lifting his head to meet your gaze.

“Did you order TV porn, Jamie?” He could hear the teasing tone in your voice, and you only ever used that nickname when joking around, yet Bucky still felt extremely embarrassed. He felt as if he just got walked in on while touching himself. It didn’t help that it was you that saw it, he wanted to crawl in a hole and never look back.

“Ah, you’re blushing,” you squealed as you took his cheeks in your hands, “oh come on, it’s not that embarrassing Bucky.”

“Ugh, can we please pretend you didn’t just see that,” Bucky groaned, closing his eyes to escape your stare. He set down the ice cream next to him and lifted his forearm over his eyes.

You let out a breathy laugh, grabbing his shoulders to stabilize yourself and pushing up to swing your leg under you to the other side of his lap, you straddled him.

“Hey, it’s really not that bad. I mean we’ve had sex before Buck, I think you’d rather have me find this than Sam or someone else.” He let out another groan and lowered his head to lean against your neck.

“Angel, please don’t talk about Sam while you’re on top of me and there’s porn playing on the TV.”

You laughed and ran your hands down his arms, letting one of your hands run up behind his neck and weaving your fingers into his hair. You gripped the back of his head and gently tugged him back up to face you.

“Why,” you sang, deciding to have some fun with him in his flustered state, “is this turning you on?” you whispered the last part.

Before he could respond you leaned down and kissed him. You didn’t bother to start off slow as you usually would, Bucky could taste the hunger from every parting of your lips. His hands gripped your waist, you rocked your weight forwards to rub against him. Bucky’s head clouded, his senses felt overloaded in the best way possible, your movements mixed with the sounds of the moaning coming from the TV were getting him hot. You pulled back before getting too carried away, a smile on your swollen lips.

“So, baby, tell me about it.” You said. It was Bucky’s turn to furrow his brows and he cocked his head to the side in question, mind still foggy from the feeling of you grinding on him.

“What kind of porn do you watch?” you clarified, looking at him like you just asked what his favorite color was.

“Uhm, you want to know about that stuff?” Bucky looked at you with caution, feeling out if he should listen to you or not.

“Well, yeah. I mean I don’t know how it was back then, but most people nowadays watch porn. It’s not super taboo to talk about it,” you explained. You weren’t going to force him to talk about it if he really didn’t want to, but your desire to hear what Bucky was into was strong.

He hesitated for a moment, looking in your eyes and seeing curiosity clouded with lust. He cleared his throat.

“Well, pretty much this stuff,” he gestured with his hand to the TV before putting it back on your waist, “there’s this girl on there, she kinda looks like you, so I buy the videos with her.” He closed his eyes and internally groaned at his words, he didn’t mean to come off so perverted. God, you had already found his porn, the last thing he needed was for you to be thinking he was a creep.

“Y’know that’s actually kinda sweet,” you giggled, “what do you like about those videos?”

Feeling a bit more comfortable knowing you weren’t grossed out, Bucky continued.

“I like the ones where it’s dark and slow. It’s usually quiet and there’s candles and stuff,” he explained shyly. Of all the surprises that came with dating Bucky, you had to admit finding out he was into romantic porn was one of the biggest ones.

Bucky cleared his throat again before questioning you, “Do you watch porn?” He felt almost wrong asking that. He knew that women in this age were more sexually liberated, but the words still felt sticky in his mouth.

“Oh, yeah, of course I do.” Bucky seemed surprised at how casually you answered. He raised his eyebrows, silently asking you to go on.

“Well specifically, I actually really like the videos that are like this,” you said, your head looking down at you straddling him, he followed your gaze, taking in how nice you felt on his lap. You leaned forward, bracing your hands on his chest. Your faces were so close your noses were almost touching. You could feel his rapid heart beat under your palm and the quick rise and fall of his chest. “Do you ever watch the ones that look like this, Bucky?” He looked up at you and nodded with wide eyes, his pupils were blown and his mouth was open like he was searching for the words to respond.

You grasped his jaw in your hand, your thumb on his chin, and looked him in the eyes. You wanted nothing more than to jump his bones, but with the newfound knowledge you had, you took your time with your actions. Within the last five minutes, Bucky had revealed to you not only that he liked soft, romantic porn, but that he also watched a specific actress because she looks like you. The one goal in your head was to fulfill his fantasy the best you could at the moment.

With his head still in your hand, you held your eye contact as you let your knees move out, grinding yourself against his growing erection. He let out an involuntary whimper. That was the last straw. You pulled his face to yours, joining him in a hard, yet loving kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pushing your chest against his, trying to get as close as possible.

Bucky’s dick was painfully hard. He couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of you on top of him. His body felt like it was on fire, he was insatiably horny and couldn’t control the way his hips bucked up to grind with you. He felt like a horny teenager the way his mind was filled only with images of you naked, imagining you like that on top of him like you were now.

You slipped your tongue past his lips, keeping your pace slow as you glided it across and bit at his lower lip. A moan made its way out of your mouth and into his as you felt him buck up against you.

You slid your hands down his chest, fumbling with the hem of his shirt before his arms raised, giving you access to peel it off him, throwing it up on the couch. Bucky kissed down your neck, licking over the shell of your ear, and sucking at the center of your throat. He reached down and slipped his hands under your shirt, sliding up and down your waist before gliding up and lifting your shirt over your head, discarding it with his.

Bucky wasted no time reaching around you and unclipping your bra and dragging it down your shoulders. He cupped your breasts, squeezing them with his large hands before bringing you into another tender kiss. Despite your frantic movements, there was a spark of passion cracking through the air, the both of you desperate to feel each other closer.

You broke the kiss, breathing heavily and resting your forehead against his.

“I wanna make love to you, y/n, please, let me make love to you,” he groaned with a slight whine in his voice. He sounded like he was about to crack.

“Please, Bucky.”

You leaned back on your hands and lifted your hips, giving Bucky the room to pull down your shorts and panties in a few swift tugs. He quickly got up on his knees and pulled down his sweats and boxers, sitting back down and tugging them off his legs. You reached your arms forward, Bucky grabbing a hold of your wrists and pulling you back to straddle him again. You gasped at the feeling of his cock under your bare pussy, your wetness from all the grinding and kissing making you slide over him.

You leaned forwards, capturing his lips between yours and raising yourself up on your knees. Reaching under yourself, you gripped his cock, wet with your arousal, and lined him up with your cunt. Bucky gripped your hips as you sank down on him, using every ounce of self control to stop himself from rutting up into you. You stayed like that for a second, adjusting to the way he filled you. Seeing the remote lying on the floor, you grabbed it and slightly turned up the volume, only enough so that you and Bucky could hear the actress in the video being ravished by her co-star.

Bracing your hands on his shoulders, you began to slowly move up and down over him, riding him just as you had told him you liked to watch. His hands moved up from your waist, squeezing your tits, pinching your nipples in between his fingers. You let out a hiss as he rolled them between his fore finger and his thumb, tugging on and rubbing his thumbs over them. He reached around to grab your ass, squeezing and rubbing your cheeks and you used him to pleasure yourself.

You were a moaning mess over him and he wasn’t much different. The room was filled with the sounds of the porn playing on the TV mixed with the sounds of your own cries of pleasure. If the neighbors hadn’t been woken up by the TV, they sure were by you two.

Bucky sat back on his knees, his hands slid down to your thighs, moving your legs from under them and wrapping your legs around his back. His arms worked their way back up to wrap around your waist, bringing you ever so close. The new angle pushed him even deeper up into you. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, giving you access to all the sweet, desperate sounds falling from his lips.

You were now pushing up with your feet behind him, rolling your hips over his. The new technique made your clit rub over his pelvis, the sensation making you throw your head back and let out a deep moan. He took the opportunity to continue kissing your neck, going lower with every lick and bite. He sucked at your collarbone, leaving a deep purple mark in its place.

Suddenly, he was using his arms to lift you up, not pulling out of you, and laying you down on the blanket-covered floor. You instinctively locked your ankles together, pulling him closer as he thrusted into you. Bucky had his metal arm holding himself up while his flesh one squeezed your breasts, feeling them move with his thrusts. He lowered his head to your chest and licked one of your nipples, grazing his teeth over it before taking it in between his lips and sucking. Your hands flew to the back of his head, singing praises as you wove your fingers into his hair. He continued to alternate between your breasts, leaving love bites around them and sucking on their sensitive peaks.

You could feel your body buzz with anticipation, you were so close. The moans escaping your mouth were lewd and uncontrolled. Bucky wrapped his flesh hand around your waist, lifting your chest flush against his.

You snaked your arms around his neck, pulling yourself up to kiss him. Nothing felt better than making love with Bucky felt. This was definitely not the first time you two had been intimate, but none of those previous times had ever been like this. You could feel the passion flowing through his body into yours. You looked up at his form over you, how beautiful he looked with the light of the TV screen glistening against the beads of sweat on his forehead. There was absolutely nothing in the world compared to having him, in all his beauty, to yourself like this.

Bucky’s heart was exploding in his chest. What had started out as an embarrassing, nightmare-fueled night had turned into the most intimate experience he ever had in his life. Love was already established in your relationship, but Bucky had never truly made love to you. He looked down in awe at your disheveled state, at the way your hair was sticking to your forehead, at the way the only light in the room gave you an angelic glow. He wanted nothing more than to give himself completely to you, to make you come all over him.

He leaned his forehead against yours, pushing his face forward once every few seconds to kiss you. He was close, and he wanted you to come with him. He leaned into you even more, his cheek pressed against yours, his lips next to your ear.

“I love you so much, y/n, God, you feel so good. I love you, I love you,” Bucky’s voice was deep and strained, his words being emphasized by each push into your wet pussy. You let out another loud moan.

“I love you, James,” you whined as he hit your sweet spot, “I love you so much.”

Bucky’s hand wedged itself in between the two of you, his fingers finding your clit and gently rubbing it. You were completely overwhelmed, this is what it felt like to make love to someone. Your body began to shake and your breathing became erratic. Bucky thrusted harder, working to push you over the edge.

“I want you to come in me, Bucky,” you gasped as his thrusts got faster and lost their rhythm.

Your mouth turned open in a silent scream as you came. Bucky felt your walls clench around him, squeezing the life out of him. He let out a shaky groan as he fell over the edge. His eyes shut tight and his body tensed as he spilled into you.

Wrapping his metal arm around your back and securing your body to his, he rolled on his flesh shoulder onto his back. You went limp against him, laying your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat slow down. He was still buried within you, connected to you. Letting your eyelids fall shut, you savored the feeling of being full of him and his love.

You lifted your head to kiss his jaw.

“I’m glad you called me, Bucky. I love you.”

“I am too, doll. I love you more.”