if these sheets were the states

Tips on Grimoire Organization

Please note that if you are using a hard bound notebook or journal, adding in additional pages will bulk up your book, like so: (these are the exact same journals, btw)

- Envelopes. Let’s say you’re doing a section on Tarot in your Grimoire, and you want to include a few Tarot spreads, but you don’t want to waste two or three pages. Glue an envelope onto one of your pages to make a “pocket” where you can store little cards or papers with the tarot spreads written on them.

- Pockets. Similar to the envelope idea. If you have a page, or section for example, on herbal teas, you can make a pocket out of a piece of paper to keep your current favorite tea recipes in.

- Dividers, Cover Pages and Ribbons. If you’re like me and you like to have “sections” in your grimoire, you can easily make dividers by gluing a sheet of paper in your book (to make it heavier to make the sections stand out more). You can go further by turning your divider into a cover page for that section. And if you don’t like the idea doing that, you can always glue a ribbon, or a string, to the spine of your book to act as a bookmark.

- Double pages. I always had a problem with “wasting” pages in my grimoire. For example, my page on consecrating and charging. These two concepts are very similar to me, and I didn’t want two page stating the same thing. So, what I did was write out all my information on charging on a separate sheet of paper, then glued the top of that page into my grimoire. This way I could flip up the page on charging (as if it were on a clipboard) and have my page on consecrating underneath.

- Extended pages. Similar to the one above. In my Crystal section of my Grimoire, I decided to write out a chart that let me search for crystals by intention. So I drew my chart on a long sheet of paper, then folded it over (side to side) so that it fit comfortably in my book, then I just glued one side down into the book.

- Brochures. In my Elements section, I had a ton of information I wanted to write down, but I didn’t want each element to have more than two pages. So I used a piece of computer paper and folded it into a brochure (or into thirds) and glued it into the book so that the flaps would open and give me double the space to write.

- Clear Tape. There are many times where i finished a page in my grimoire only to find out there was a section that I left out. A simply way to fix this was with clear tape. I would write my forgotten bit of into on a separate piece of paper and then use clear tape to tape one side of the paper to my page. This allows me to flip the paper back and forth without covering up anything that I had written.

Other Resources on Grimoire Organization:

- Witch Tip by @pumpkin-bean
- Grimoire Index by @triplevirgo
- Witchy-Woman’s Grimoire Organization by @witchy-woman
- Altar in a Journal by @thesubtlewitch

I hope this helps everyone with their Grimoire organizing needs! If anyone knows of any other awesome organizing tips, feel free to share!

P.S. Check out my Grimoire Masterpost for more tips on making a grimoire!

~L

All It Takes (two)

Bucky x Reader

Summary: It’s not just Bucky who is miserably lusting after you.

Word Count: 1349 | Rating: R 

Warnings: SMUT. Masturbation, one nsfw gif

A/N: okay, that’s a crappy summary. but I hope the content is good enough for y’all 

also sorry for any typos, i’m on the phone.

Masterlist here

All It Takes Part One

(*gifs are not mine!)


From the moment he stepped into your life, you were aware of what all he could do to you. Bucky Barnes was a walking warning himself, a constant reminder for why you cannot be anyone else’s but his. You are head over heels for him and all he has to do is look at you and throw that sexy smirk along with those twinkling blue orbs and you were done for good.

You find yourself daydreaming about him – a lot, often about his lips, how he would roam them all over your body, pressing gentle feather light kisses on your sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. How his perfect lips would mould with yours, sucking all the air from your lungs, leaving them red and swollen. How he’d graze the tip of his nose along the underside of your jawline, breathing you in. He’d connect lips on the column of your throat, biting and sucking bruises and it would take him little to no time in discovering that sensitive spot on your neck which makes you release that sweet harmonious noise.

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TITLE DROPS 

 edits by me, made with canva

I decided to dig through all the lyrics sheets of some of the most popular musicals, finding the first times the titles of the musicals were stated. It was actually challenging, surprisingly, for some of the plays where the title isn’t actually said in the songs that much.  But I made some pretty edits, and had a lot of fun with it. I also did one for Pippin, Sound of music and Gigi but. These were my favorites. 

YAY FOR MUSICALS.

The Morning After.

Marauders Era

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Reader || Sirius Black x Reader || Remus Lupin x Reader ||  Lily Evans x Reader || Severus Snape x Reader .

Warning: Somewhat sexually themed altho not explicitly described.

A/N: I knew that these are more than 3 characters (as stated in the rules) , but I wrote these on my own according so … Ima break my own rules. That doesn’t mean you should, but just a a note, because I probably will do this again in the future. 

Also I tried to keep the reader gender neutral, I hope I justified that idea. 

Please let me know what you all think!

Anyways Enjoy!


Loves,


- Admin Blue

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Accidentally Exposed - Josh Dun Smut

A/N: Thank’s for 500, here’s a long ass Josh Dun smut to celebrate.

REQUESTED

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Type: Smutty smut

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Blood, nudes, sex, the fun stuff

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - ALSO SEND ME FEEDBACK

Originally posted by jcsephsdun

“I understand,” you say through gritted teeth. “Thank you for the consideration.” 

You push the end button and throw your phone onto the carpet of your apartment frustratedly, wanting to scream but also crawl under the covers and cry your eyes out.

You were a newly graduated student from a photography college and had big dreams to have your own photography company, but that wasn’t going so well to say the least. Right out of college, you moved straight to the heart of California, hoping to land as much as an internship with a company. Your resume was online and on many websites, but you barely got offered jobs, to which you weren’t even interested in. And when you applied to companies, you were rejected. Since you had to pay the bills, you had landed a job as a bartender, earning less than minimum wage to pay for your rent. You were past the state of angry and sad. You were loosing hope and money at rapid pace. 

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Caught in the Rain- Bucky x Reader(f)

Authors notes: Since y’all love the fluff….lol This one is from my requests! Thanks @tatortot2701. Also, I rushed to get this out so forgive me for spelling or grammar errors..

Prompt: Okay, get this. Coffee shop au with Steve and Bucko

Notes/Warnings: Vomit worthy fluff and kissing.

Originally posted by seabasschino

 Your alarm clock buzzed and you smiled wide. Six am was no reason to grin but going to get your morning coffee was. You’re local shop was run by two of the cutest baristas in the entire world, and you had the hots for one in particular.

 You showered quick and braided your hair into a messy bun- which worked for business casual- and slipped on your favorite dress and heels. Okay, you were trying extra hard today but with good reason.

 Today was the day you would ask out James. At least you would if you could muster up the courage. You checked your make-up one more time and grabbed your purse and rushed out the door.

 The walk down the street was actually not terrible. A little dark and gloomy with the oncoming storm but, you were other wise distracted by thoughts of your dark haired dream boat. He always smiled at you when he took your order and would stepped away from the register to make your coffee himself.

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Soft touches

(A/N): I LOVED THIS REQUEST SO MUCH AND I’VE BEEN DYING TO WRITE IT

Request: Hi! Bucky x reader where Bucky has to be touching reader all the time somehow? not dirty but just holding hands or his hand resting on her knee or something because he loves how soft her skin is and he counts her freckles when he’s anxious? or after a nightmare? hehe, something with those in there! I trust you with it. thank you!!

Warnings: perhaps some swearing??

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms


Originally posted by itsawkwardfangirl

   Bucky mindlessly reached over to (Y/N)’s hand, intertwining their fingers as he kept his eyes glued to Steve, who at the moment was trying to tell the team of Avengers about their upcoming mission. Without a word (Y/N) gently squeezes his hand, smiling softly when they noticed Bucky’s lips quirk up just a bit. 

   Bucky had a little habit of touching (Y/N) 24/7, literally 24/7. It didn’t matter if the team was in the middle of a press conference or on their way to a mission, if Bucky could even touch (Y/N) a bit he would. It could be the simple hand holding, perhaps an arm around their waist, a hand on their knee, more often than not something sweet and intimate and yet simple. 

   Bucky honestly couldn’t pinpoint why he needed to be touching (Y/N) all the time, it was almost like a physical need of his. If he couldn’t touch (Y/N) at least a bit most of the time he’d be thrown into a full blown panic attack, his heart would race, his breathing would shorten considerably, and he could barely even form a singular thought when he was like that. Thankfully (Y/N) was always there to calm Bucky down when he was like that, holding him closely until he was fine once again. 

   They had discovered this little problem when (Y/N) went on a rather rouge mission without telling Bucky. It was impromptu with Nat having only called (Y/N) in ten minutes before they were supposed to leave. (Y/N) of course accepted the mission, thinking that since Nat had described it as a rather easy mission that it would only take a couple of hours and since Bucky was on some new sleeping meds he should’ve slept through the night, oh how wrong (Y/N) was. But they didn’t know at the time that the mission would last a good few hours rather than the stated couple of hours and that Bucky’s medicine would stop working halfway through the night. So with a rather oblivious mindset (Y/N) set off, not even thinking of the consequence of their actions. 

    It only took an hour for Bucky to wake up, groggily reaching out to hold (Y/N) like he did whenever he could but when he was met with only cold sheets he jolted upright, his eyes already scanning around frantically for (Y/N) but they were nowhere in sight. Immediately his dread set in and he all but ripped the sheets from his body as he jumped up, throwing open the door to his room to look out into the hall, hoping (Y/N) had just gotten up to get a snack. But yet again Bucky was met only with the sheer dark of the tower, everyone else nestled soundly in their beds while he was up searching for a recently missing (Y/N). 

   “(Y/N)?” Bucky whispered to the dark, taking a hesitant step out into the hall. “(Y/N) are you here?” But there was no reply. Bucky gulped as he flicked the lights to his floor on, his heart damn near beating out of his chest when he found it empty. 

   Bucky’s first instinct was to panic, curl up on the floor and hyperventilate, while his other instinct was to try to figure this out logically rather than panic. Alas his first instinct one and he began to panic, his heart racing as he sunk to the floor in a puddle of worry. And there he would stay for a few hours until Steve, very concerned over the fact that Bucky hadn’t shown up for training would walk in and find his best friend nearly crying on the floor. 

   “Oh my god Bucky,”  Steve had muttered as he rushed to Bucky’s side, placing a hand on his shoulder lightly. “What happened Buck? What’s going on-” 

   “Hey Bucky, sorry I’ve been gone, Nat called me in for a mission and-” (Y/N) stoped as the door to the elevators close behind them and as their eyes land on the scene unfolding. “Oh my god,” (Y/N) rushed to the men’s side, dropping to the floor beside the two. “What happened to him?” 

   “I don’t know, I just walked in here and I found him on the floor and then you walked in,” 

   “Shit,” (Y/N) muttered as they put a hand on Bucky’s arm, lightly shaking him. “Buck, Bucky, can you look at me?” (Y/N) whispered, hoping their soft tone would spur Bucky on enough to get him to look at them. Slowly, Bucky unfurled from himself and just as he had completely uncurled he was curling up once again, this time against (Y/N). He clung to them for dear life as he nuzzled his scruffy face into the crook of their neck, whimpering softly. 

   “Don’t do that,” Bucky had whispered between his heartbreaking little noises, “Ever again,” (Y/N) shared a look of confusion with Steve as they held Bucky tightly, one hand wrapped around his body while the other rested above his shoulders, their hand gently running through his strands of hair. 

   “What? Go on missions-” 

   “Don’t leave me…please,”


   Since that moment (Y/N) had made sure to always be Bucky’s side, or at least when it was convenient and even if it wasn’t the two would find a way to make it work. 


   It had been an unexpectedly long mission, just like the one that had started all of this touchy feely business. The Avengers had taken an undercover mission, thinking that it would only take a few hours tops but it was seeming to stretch on for quite some time, nearly a whole day to be exact. The team was tired and hungry and most definitely grouchy and on edge, including Bucky too. Not only all that but they were also sleeping out in the forest, in the open for anyone to find them, and it was cold, freezing to be exact.

    The team was all hunkered by their own respectable tree, curling in on themselves in an attempt to warm up. Bucky on the other hand was curled up beside (Y/N), smiling sleepily at them as they happily ran a hand through their hair. Without a single word Bucky lifts a hand to (Y/N)’s face, his pointer finger running along (Y/N)’s nose and cheeks softly. (Y/N) had discovered this was something Bucky did whenever he was anxious or nervous, somehow counting their freckles was always able to calm him down. 

   “You’re never going to count them all,” (Y/N) had whispered sleepily as they cracked one eye open to look at Bucky. “There’s too many,” Bucky merely smiled as he continued to mouth the number he was on, his finger gently tracing along (Y/N)’s skin as he did. 

   “I’m up to 45 right now,” He whispers, his eyes dropping with exhaustion. (Y/N) could only smile as they pressed a sleepy kiss to Bucky’s forehead, allowing their eye to close once again. 

   “Well, tell me when you reach 100,” (Y/N) muttered, allowing the feeling of Bucky’s soft touches to lull them to sleep. 

   Bucky had smile as (Y/N) finally drifted to sleep. He watched the way their chest evened out into a steady rise and fall, the way their lips parted slightly while they slept, how their breath would hit his hand when he’d drag it across their nose. He continued with his little counting game, lightly drifting his finger across (Y/N)’s skin with each freckle he counted. True to his word Bucky finished counting them all, smiling sleepily yet victoriously. 

   “100,” Bucky whispered in (Y/N)’s ear, quietly enough that it wouldn’t wake them. 


    No one even questioned the touches know, in the beginning perhaps they did. After all, it was a bit strange to see the deadliest assassin in history curled up on (Y/N)’s lap, more than content to just nuzzle and burrow against them like some cat of sorts. And while it had been a strange sight at first the Avengers were more than used to it now, in fact it was now strange if (Y/N) was seen without Bucky clinging to them in some kind of way. That’s why Steve didn’t even question it when out of the corner of his eye he saw Bucky reach over and take (Y/N)’s hand. Rather than comment on the unnecessary pda he let it happen, even smiling a bit himself when he saw the way Bucky’s lips quirked up at the small amount of contact. 

anonymous asked:

So what about dan and Phil being jokingly affectionate towards each other in front of friends, calling each other nicknames and saying I love you. They move in, and it becomes a little less jokey, and they basically start dating, until it gets to the point where they're cuddling on the sofa, and kissing goodnight (but they're completely oblivious) and eventually Phil sees that dans hair isn't just cute in the morning, he kinda wants to pull it, and Phil's boxers aren't just funny, they're sexy..

this is :,)
did you mean ; d&p irl

💐 Dan and Phil have always been friends. Just friends, obviously. No attraction whatsoever.

💐 Ever since 2009, meeting each other, getting to be closer and closer over the years; just friends.

💐 But, over the years, they have been getting a bit… well… touchy.

💐 Even their friends notice it at this point; the way their eyes will meet in random situations, the cuddling, and knee-touching and at one point, they even held hands. Everyone but them seems to even realize what’s going on.

💐 But no one mentions it. Because, as they’ve mentioned, they’re just friends.

💐 Phil is the first one to come to, if only a little. It happened when they were sitting on the couch; Dan’s head tucked into the crook of his neck, Phil’s fingers absentmindedly playing with Dan’s hair.

💐 He was beautiful. Which was kind of a frightening thought for him, considering he had never, or at least tried not to, thought of Dan that way.

💐 Phil frowned, biting his lip and gazing down at the younger. Dan’s eyes were drooping shut slightly, and he stifled a yawn with his hand. He glanced up at Phil, raising his eyebrows, and Phil quickly looked away.

💐 But he couldn’t help smiling softly, and sliding his hand into Dan’s.

💐 Dan was a bit slower to come to realization, and his was much different.

💐 He was sitting on Phil’s bed, waiting for him to come in from the shower so they could talk about the latest video idea. Dan was on his laptop, checking twitter and fucking around.

💐 The exact moment he must have realized he was fucked was when Phil walked in, wearing nothing but a loose towel hanging from his hips, his thin frame and lean muscles completely exposed.

💐 Dan’s mouth fell open.

💐Phil ran his fingers through his wet hair, smiling at him; oblivious. “Hey. Let me just get some clothes on, and then we can start, yeah?”

💐 Dan just nodded, swallowing and trying not to stare. Why had he never realized how attractive he was…?

💐 Phil’s next breakthrough was when Dan walked into his room in the middle of the night, a fuzzy blanket draped over his shoulders, the soft light from the hallway outlining his figure. It was about three in the morning, but Dan silently got into his bed.

💐 “Couldn’t sleep,” he murmured, cuddling into Phil’s side. Phil nodded, running his fingers through Dan’s messy hair. He wanted to pull it, right then, he wanted to just kiss him breathless.

💐 So in his hazy, sleepy state, something floated into his mind. He tugged on a strand of Dan’s hair.

💐 “Hey,” he said softly. “Metaphorically, what if I kissed you?”

💐 Dan looked up, blinking at him. “What, you mean right now?”

💐 Phil nodded. Dan shrugged.

💐 “I’d be down for that.”

💐 And then they were kissing, and Dan was on top of him, the blankets and their limbs and mouths tangled together.

💐 Tangled together, under Phil’s sheets. Where they belonged.

Sing to Me

A soulmate one shot I took a long time to write, I’m sorry it took so long, but I hope it was worth it.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/images used.

Originally posted by babywoon

You live in the heart of the city of Seoul. Cars fly over the tarmac roads and people talk loudly in the busy streets. They say that cities never sleep, and that is true. They’re loud, and polluted, and lights shine from the moment you wake to the moment you lay your head to rest. But none of that can chase away your thoughts, nothing can drown out the sound of him.

Soulmates live in this world, it’s bizarre, not not even the more intelligent of those around us can understand why such a concept exists. It just does, and everyone’s story is different.

Your Mother used to tell you of the way her eyes would change colour according to the shade of your father’s hair. She never fails to tell you the story of how she woke up in astonishment to an unflattering shade of green.

Your friend told you that she has a clock etched on her skin, it’s unclear what it means, but you both suspect it’s the time zone that her soulmate lives in.

But you? Well, you can hear your soulmate when he sings.

His voice rings in your head louder than any sound can drown out. And at first, you tried everything. You tried blasting music through headphones, sleeping, running in the loud city sounds. But nothing could stop his voice from reaching every corner of your mind.

As a child, you loved to hear him sing, as you grew older, it frustrated you more than anything. Now? Well, you’ve found peace with it. Whenever his gentle, angelic voice starts, you feel yourself relax. He’ll sing a bit of everything, but you like it best when he’s bellowing his vocal chords to romantic ballad songs.

It’s hard to describe his voice to someone, and you’ve tried many times. It changes like the weather, sometimes he’s singing silvery, so soft and light it’s beautiful, other times it’s deep and low, like literal singing sex.

It made you wonder what you were to him. Could he hear you when your strident voice emitted while you showered? Or when you were drunk and messing with your friends loudly in the streets?

You sighed as you pulled your books closer to your chest, walking towards your next class when your head filled with his voice.

For a moment, it was in your head, or so you thought. But then you realised, other people had stopped, and that was when it occurred to you that this time, the voice wasn’t just in your head. Unconsciously, you stepped towards the room where the voice sounded.

You pushed open the door to see the face to the voice you have always heard.

He sat on a desk of an empty maths classroom. He looked so focused, only to be snapped from it no you’d disturbed him. His candy floss pink hair shifted from his brown eyes as he looked at you. He put his sheet of music on the desk and slid so he was simply leaning, shoving his hands in his black jean pockets.

“Can I help you?” He sounded so casual, while you felt like you were about to faint.

“You… I’ve heard… You’re my soulmate right?”

You sounded like an idiot, you felt like a bigger one. You looked at him still, even through the pounding of your heart. He frowned.

“Sing to me, please.” He stated, it was hardly a question.

You frowned, “Me?”

“No, I was talking to the poster behind you- yes, you.”

His sarcasm made you scowl, but you took in a deep breath anyway. There was no way you could match his voice, there was no way you could even compare.

You sang a few lines, you stopped when you saw his eyes turn wide; he looked like a deep in headlights.

“You weren’t shitting me.” He breathed.

“Why would I do something like that?”

“I’m popular, you know, girls have tried this crap on me before.” he stood up and walked over to you, his hands still in his pocket. He stopped stepping when he was stood before you.

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re not stupid enough to believe them.” You responded, feeling a little breathless.

“It is a good thing.” He agreed, placing a hand on your cheek. His thumb brushed against your skin, and his eyes scanned your face. His eyes were lit like fireflies, filled with interest. His lips pouted slightly, as though he was thinking, then he smiled, and the pink in his hair flooded against his cheeks.

“I must say, you’re much more beautiful than your voice.”

“Excuse me?” You responded playfully, it was clear to you that he knew that music really wasn’t your speciality after all this time.

“Let’s just say I don’t think you’ll be winning the x factor any time soon. I’d also like to mention how inconvenient your timing is to start singing. One time, you starting singing overdose while I was in the middle of an exam, that’s if you can even call it singing, you sounded like a cat being run over by a lawn mower.”

You hit his shoulder lightly, pushing him back, laughter filling the room from both of you.

“Alright, there’s no need to be rude. I pride myself very much in my singing ability.” You told him, and he smiled.

“Me too.”

“Your voice is incredible, I mean, really.” You tell him, and his hand that was once on your cheek was now in his hair, rubbing the back of his head as the pink dusted back against his cheeks.

“You think? I mean, I guess so. I wrote you a song actually… Do you maybe want to hear it?”

It was though someone had punched you in the gut, sending your heart to your throat, you nodded, voiceless.

“I want something else before I can do that though.”

“What’s that?” You asked him.

“A date.” He stated.

“Then what are you waiting for.”

He didn’t need telling twice.

It was the middle of the day, the sun shining highly against the city buildings. You had classes to be at, teachers to please, but none of that mattered as he took you by the hand, pulling you to the doors and walking you into a new world, his world.

3 Days (M)

Originally posted by lethargicmin

Summary: 3 days. That’s how long your family was visiting. You had to endure 3 long days because Yoongi was a master at teasing and you had no self-control.

Genre: !Yoongi! + smutsmutsmutsmut + fluff (rated m of course)

Word count: 9.6k+

A/N : Surprise again? Idk how I ended up writing this fic but yes. 9k+ of Yoongi smut. I’m just going to leave this here and disappear. I hope you like it!!!!!!


When Yoongi woke up, it wasn’t because he wanted to. He would have gladly remained resting in the land of dreams where he was comfortable and warm until nature called if it wasn’t for the other side of the bed being completely empty of your usual figure.

Actually, he would have remained resting even if your side of the bed was cold because here you were, standing above him, shaking his arm violently and calling his name which was slowly but surely enough increasing in pitch until he was certain he was going mad. He would’ve exchanged a cold bed over this any day.

Yoongi groaned into the pillow and tried to shake you off because it was too early and too loud to hear your voice at this ungodly hour of the day but you were persistent and soon enough you were shrieking so loudly that he couldn’t possibly endure or even ignore you any longer

“In the nicest way possible” Yoongi croaked, cracking one eye open to glare at you, his lips pursing together tightly in a very well shot scowl, “Can you fuck off?”

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His Girl

Summary: Bucky admires the girl of his dreams, aka the Reader, during a party. Her only problem?  The man holding her hand.

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 2507

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), love triangle, someone gets cheated on, a little bit of angst.

A/N: Here it is, my first attempt on posting something of my own. This might be read by no one ever, but still, I’ve had so much fun in the process and probably will do it again… Thank you so much @dretjie12  for being my beta and putting out with me. You have a special place in my heart.

English is not my first language, so you’ll find grammar mistakes and nonsenses. Sorry! Feedback always welcomed!



Bucky enters the party making a beeline for the bar. It was one of Tony’s big shindigs at the Avenger’s Tower. He had lost count of how many he had attended since he joined the team and could barely remember the reason for it, if there ever had been one to start with.

It has been a slow process of readaptation after he came back from Wakanda, where T’chala’s scientists had finally found a treatment for the trigger words and other horrors Hydra had seen fit to grace his mind with. He still struggled with social events, preferring, instead, to hide in a nondescript corner sipping on whatever drink he took fancy to.

Taking a discreet balcony seat,  he waits for the whisky he had ordered from the bartender. He searches the crowd, looking for the face he so longs to see.. Y/n

It had been like this from the moment he laid eyes on her. His gaze always searching, admiring her, his entire being longing for her presence. Bucky couldn’t understand why she had this effect on him, they had barely exchanged more than two words with her, shying away from her whenever she drew near.

But he was infatuated by Y/N, by how she had held his left hand when they were introduced, he was so entranced with her that he had held on longer than what was deemed socially acceptable, and yet she never let go before he did. The way her hair swung from side to side when she walked,  how she was always looking straight into the eyes of whomever she was talking to, the way her nose crinkled when she laughed, Oh her laugh! the most amazing sound Bucky had ever heard. And she was always laughing, with everyone…

Except with him. Why wouldn’t she speak to him?  Fear… That was the only possible explanation in Bucky’s mind. Of course an angelical person like her would be frightened by him…The winter soldier, the Fist of Hydra, the Assassin… 

With the whisky now in his hands, his lips touch the glass when he finally sees her..

OH, Y/n…

There she was, across the room, laughing while Sam talked to her. For a moment Bucky wishes he could be the lucky bastard who was able to make her laugh like that. He takes a minute to admire the woman of his dreams. She had her hair curled falling on her shoulders and was wearing a long strappy  black dress with a side slit that went high enough to make Bucky’s heart speed up. The deep V neckline wasn’t doing any good to his mental state either…

God, she’s perfect – Bucky momentarily worries that he had said that out loud,  But he genuinely can’t find a single flaw in her. Well, maybe the only problem is the man holding her hands. Steve Rogers, Captain America, Bucky’s best and only friend in the world, the man who started a fucking Civil War to defend him.

She was his girl. That’s why, besides the fact that he probably scares the shit out of her, he would never get to touch Y/N, feel her skin on his. Why he avoids any kind of direct contact and is happy to venerate her from a distance. He couldn’t , by any means, give in to his feelings or even approach her.  Wait, could it be the reason why she avoided him as well? No, it’s fear, for sure.

He’s dated girls, trying hard to get her out of his head.  He had slept with women that would probably be taken as more beautiful or sexier than Y/N by any other person. Not for Bucky though… All he accomplished was to compare her with every single woman he’s been with, and wonder how it would feel if she was the one he was holding, kissing, making love to.

“Jesus, you’re so screwed” Drowned in his thoughts Bucky’d missed the readhead approaching, martini in her hand, sitting on a bench next to him with a smirk on her lips.

“What are you talking about, Romanoff?” He tries to play the ignorance card, knowing damn well that it would be pointless. The stunning spy was able to read his mind like no other, Steve included. Maybe it was their shared past, the one they never speak of, but lingers in the air. The ex-assassins simply understood each other.

“Please Barnes, you’re offending me”  Natasha rolls her eyes and takes the drink to her mouth.  

Bucky leans down his head with a humorless laugh  “That obvious, huh?”

“To me, yes”.  She spends a moment observing him, who had got back to watch the woman across the room hand in hand with his best friend. With a sigh, she kindly places her empty hand on the soldier’s shoulder. “Just be careful, Bucky. Neither of you have been discreet lately” Bucky turns his head, looking with eyebrows knitted close together  at Natasha, who was showing a rare sympathetic smile.

“What do you mean? In what way she’s not being discreet?”  

The empathy on Natasha’s face was replaced by a familiar glare, before she  stands up and turns her back leaving Bucky behind, mumbling words that his enhanced hearing caught as “Stupid Super Soldiers.  No Serum in the brains, for sure”.  But that didn’t answer his doubts…

He watches as Natasha joins the rest of the gang who was now sitting by a round table close to the dance floor. As usual, she takes the chair next to Clint Barton. Bucky moves his eyes to Steve, who is sitting across from the Widow, leaning in to say something. She responds by pointing to the Bar where Bucky stood. The Captain turns his head to his best friend, grinning and making a gesture calling him toward the gathered group.

Finding no way to decline the offer, Bucky nods and heads to the table that was also accommodating Sam, Wanda and Maria Hill. Getting close, he notices that the only left seat was the one next to Y/N, who had her back turned to him.

“Hey Buck, Join us, the food is amazing” Steve said with a mouthful pointing to his plate with the fork.

The fact that his fellow Super Soldier was the only one eating - an exorbitant amount of food- made him remember the skinny kid from Brooklyn that could barely finish a whole glass of milk. The memory brought a warm smile to Bucky’s face, which faded as soon as he spotted Y/N glancing nervously at the empty seat, avoiding his gaze.. 

“Uhmm, I don’t know pal, I’m not really that hungry” Bucky replies, attempting to  refrain from the situation..

“Oh come on Buck, grace us with your presence, It’s not like you have somewhere else to go.  Or do you already have a broad waiting?” Sam was now talking, emphasizing the word in an attempt to tease his 100 year old friend.

Missing Y/N taking a long sip from her own whisky, Bucky pretends to be amused by the conversation. He can’t find it in him to prolong the subject, so he pulls out a chair and takes his seat. 

The group of friends goes back to chatting, no one seems to notice Bucky flinching when his right thigh brushes against Y/N’s left one under the table. Goosebumps sprung unbidden across his skin. He was now expecting her to pull away and move the chair, but instead, she was leaning on his touch and the sensation was overwhelming…

All the noise surrounding them fades away, replaced by the sound of his beating heart.

He rests his hand on his leg and by the corner of his eyes he sees Y/N doing the same thing. Feeling a rush of boldness, he moves it closer to hers until their pinkies link between their laps. He feels dizzy when she softly caresses his finger with hers and all of a sudden, like it was the most natural thing to do, they have  all of their fingers tightly interlocked, holding hands, covered by the table cloth.

Bucky’s mind was running in full speed, and was hard to catch his breath, but yet, for that moment, time seemed to have frozen and everything was slow motion. No… It was not fear… She was touching him, he had her soft hand in his calloused one. And it felt so right…

Bucky’s stupor was interrupted by a familiar voice in the far distance.

“Are you ok, Barnes? Your face is white as sheet” It was Natasha, of fucking course.

With the unwanted attention, Y/N quickly removes her hand and backs away her leg, making Bucky feel empty.

“Ahm, Yeah  I..I guess I need another drink, I’ll be right back” Bucky leaves the table choosing to ignore Natasha’s suspicious look. To his relief the rest of their friends were apparently unfazed. 

In need of a place to calm his restless state, he heads to the rooftop. Getting out of the elevator he feels the breeze of the night and, watching the city lights, the puzzled events of the last couple of minutes keep running over in his mind.  She had touched him, he could still feel the burning where their skin met and he knows that she was as much affected by it as him… What the hell was happening?

The quietness provided by the place was interrupted by the elevator ding, his heart jumps when he sees the person coming out of it and, without giving it a second though, he takes two quick steps, closing the distance between Y/N and him, feverously pressing their lips together. She immediately kissed him back, one hand tangling in his chocolate locks, while the other snaked up his muscular chest. 

Without breaking the kiss, Bucky pins her against the nearest wall. He’s so drunk in her taste that he doesn’t want to let her go…Not again. He tastes the whisky she’s been drinking mixed with her chapstick and something sweet, that he knew was her, and only her. 

Both of her arms around his neck now, one hand still grabbing his hair in a grip. She gasps for air and Bucky attacks her collarbone with a trail of hot kisses, reaching the pulse point to lightly bite on it. She lets out a moan and tightens  the hold on his locks.

“I need you… Please” She speaks with a breathless voice, reaching to palm the bulge in his pants. If Bucky had a tiny bit of control until then, it was completely lost now. The avenger captures her mouth once again, travelling his hand up her exposed leg through the dress slit, burying his fingers under her panties to find her already damp, the sensation pulls a loud groan from him.  

He pushes the black lace material down to her knees and she works her legs to let it drop to the floor, stepping out of it. Bucky pulls the opening of Y/N’s long gown up to her waist while she quickly goes for his belt, releasing Bucky’s erection.  Not being able to lose any more time  he guides his pulsing cock to her wet entrance. It feels like a punch to a gut when he finally sheaths his length inside her, the air leaving him in a long, torturous exhale. 

Bucky holds her left leg up, keeping it locked around his waist, and uses his metal hand to support himself on the wall, while she maintains a firm grip on his shoulders.  He goes slow at first, allowing their bodies to get acquainted with each other. For what feels like the first time, they stare into each others eyes, and at the moment, Bucky feels a sense of calm, a sense of peace he had not known for a long time..

He watches her as she closes her eyes and parts her lips slightly, whimpering in pleasure. “Oh Bucky…” hearing his name on her mouth in such a sinful way made his heart melt and his cock twitch inside of her.

His thrusts grow faster and the two of them become a mess of heavy breaths and moans. Bodies glued together. The frenzy only increases when Bucky readjusts her leg on his waist and his flesh fingers meet Y/N’s clit.  He circles the nub of nerves in fast, harsh circles, The slight change in the angle and the extra stimulation make her let out a scream of pure ecstasy, signaling her climax. Bucky feels her clenching around him and he knows he isn’t going to last much longer.

It startles him for a second when she pushes at his chest, forcing him to pull out of her pulsing heat. His mind goes blank when she sinks to her knees and envelops his throbbing cock with her hot mouth. Her soft lips around his cock and a few bobs were too much for him to handle. “I.. I’m … gonna…. ”, Bucky warns, only making Y/N clutch his hips still, not letting him pull away from her. He groans loudly and she takes everything he has to offer, not missing a drop.

Struggling to breath, Bucky helps her get on her feet and keeps her in a tight embrace, forehead leaned against hers, both in a blissful state. When breathing wasn’t so hard anymore, she was the first one to speak.

“I love Steve… I really do” Bucky sighs at the mention of  his friend’s name.

“Yeah, I know, I love that punk too” he responds matter-of-factly in a sad smile.

“I don’t want to hurt him” she continues. “But you…” She  whispers.  “You’ve been on my mind ever since we’ve met, I’ve been going crazy” tears starts to form in her eyes.

Bucky’s ribcage was fighting against the strong beating of his heart. “Yeah, I know the feeling, Doll” he says in a low voice, brushing his thumb on her cheeks.

She tears herself from him and leans down to grab her panties on the floor allowing him to gather himself too. “This can’t … won’t happen again” She manages to make her words convincing, standing up in front of him again, holding the delicate material.

Bucky closes his eyes and nods. He had known this was coming, but it did nothing to ease the pain of hearing those words. Y/N grabs his chin, forcing him to look at her. They stare at each other for a long moment before she locks their lips together in a smooch.  Bucky feels her shoving one hand inside of his pocket before she breaks the kiss to leave.

He keeps looking at the city lights when he hears the elevator going down. He knows that it would all come eventually, the sorrow, the guilt, the heartache. But at that moment, all he could do was feel on cloud nine, turning his lips up in a grin, while his fingers played absent-mindedly with the piece of black lace inside his pocket.

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i did the hemospectrum lifespan math. turns out, the hemospectrum is ridiculous.

as you can see from my maths sheet (with some explanations hastily added here and there,) the references I used were from canonical sources (hussie and the comic itself) stating that:

  1. the burgundy bloods live about 30-50 human years
  2. lifespans begin to go over a century with the greens
  3. ceruleans can outlive “dozens” of midbloods
  4. the fushia bloods can live a Long Fucking Time, which i quantified for math purposes

my “evidence only” chart uses only those first three canonical facts, with some guesstimates for fuchsia.

i plotted those on a chart, realized it was ridiculously exponential, then plotted the ln of the values on a chart, which you see. i then tried out some fits on the max values, and found a second degree polynomial was almost perfect.

this made a formula for maximum really simple - just use the fit formula and raise e to it.

i needed to come up with something a little arbitrary for min though, since i only had two points. so i decided that i wanted the difference in the ln of maximum and minimum age to increase either linearly or polynomially - meaning that the difference between actual maximum and minimum age would increase at a very fast exponential rate. this makes sense, because there are lots of things that can kill trolls early in their lives, but being higher on the hemospectrum does give them quite a bit of toughness. so their minimum age should increase significantly, but not nearly as fast as the maximum age.

i ended up using a cubic increase - i got that magic d#3 number by simply dividing the difference in the fuchsia and burgundy age gaps by the cube of 12, then multiplying that magic number by the cube of the index (with maximum of 12) in the actual difference formula. add that to the base difference and subtract it from the ln of the maximum age and raise e to the whole thing, and bam, minimum age. math!

as you can see, the math gave me the desired realistic result.

it turns out that in order to display the hemospectrum differences, you need four separate overlapping column charts. if you try to plot all 12, you can see violet and fuchsia and nothing else. (the obvious solution would be to display it as an ln, but then you couldn’t appreciate the magnitude of the increase! it just ends up looking nice and smooth:)

the middle chart is how many lives of lowbloods each highblood can expect to live. i.e. a fuchsia blood can expect to live the lives of 307 thousand burgundy bloods, and 11 violet bloods. if you follow the diagonals, you can see the exponential increase by the fact that the diagonals are increasing! (e.g. olive lives about 2 lime lives, while violet lives about 8 purple lives.)

Far from done

LOOK AT THAT. I’M BACK. WITH A FIC. THIS IS CRAP. AND SHORT. BUT MY MENTAL HEALTH. IS OUT OF CONTROL. BUT THIS IS SOMETHING. ENJOY.

Prompt:  Okay,,, but like,,, Dan and he’s being vvv overstimulated, and he’s just making little noises,,, and he like tries to close his legs,, but like, Phil just opens them back up, and is like “Danny,we’re far from done” and dan is just like,,, whimpering and just ahhh (by anon)        also idk i changed it a lil and added some like aftercare n shit bc i felt like it

This is smut with overstimulation but also there’s fluff at the end. It’s all consensual, bc u know what my biggest kink is? Consent. 

A/N: Hahaha I feel like shit bc I’m taking so long with my fics and I have about two that i’m working on atm but I just can’t seem to finish any bc i’m a failure yay.. please be patient, i’ll write more soon, but my mental health is acting up real bad. (oh look there’s no daddy kink here is this me?)

784 words, it’s short i know

Dan was currently laying on the bed, thoroughly fucked out and whimpering. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead. It had started out like any other time, at the beginning just kissing a bit and then things took their course, but after they had both come down from their orgasms, Phil had just said one thing. “Remember. Safeword is red, got it?”. Dan had nodded before his hands were brought over his head and tied to the bedframe.

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Saturdays (pt 1)

Genre: Fluff/Smut (in pt 2)

Member: Jungkook

Warnings: None 

Word Count: 4484

Summary: After three months of loneliness and insecurities while on tour, Jungkook comes home to you.

Part 2

This is just pure fluff tbh. But Part 2 will much more explicit (and will be posted within the next two or three days at most). Enjoy!


You weren’t sure exactly how long you’d been sitting on the window seat with your knees pulled into your chest, the cool wall leaching all the warmth from your spine through the thick material of your hoodie. All day you’d been lounging in the comfort of your apartment, basking in the calming serenity of the pouring rain pattering against the wide window. The view of the Seoul skyline piercing the gray swirling clouds above was beautiful in the most hazy and sleepy way, almost as if the entirety of South Korea had just woken up from a Saturday-afternoon nap and hadn’t yet wiped the sleep from its eyes.

Saturdays were one of your favorite days, mainly because you didn’t have to worry about your usual responsibilities of college and work. You preferred to spend most of your Saturdays at home to recharge before having to finish up any assignments you’d been procrastinating over on Sunday, and you often found yourself devoting Saturdays to pampering yourself. Eating whatever you wanted, messily slathering on a face mask, taking a long steaming bath to relax your tense muscles, the works. At that point in the day, you’d already cooked yourself chocolate chip pancakes (You woke up around 11:30am, but who’s to say pancakes have to be reserved solely for breakfast time?) while your favorite moisturizing mask was caked on your skin. You stuffed the fluffy, sweet deliciousness in your face ravenously as you binge-watched YouTube videos, the only worry you had being that you may not have enough syrup.

Now you sat, four hours later, curled up by the window, still sucked into the void that is YouTube and enjoying the melancholy rainfall that was baptizing the streets of Seoul.

As much as you loved Saturdays, you couldn’t help but feel sad that you’d spent so many without your boyfriend around to participate in the self-care. The two of you had made it a tradition to spend Saturdays together and bond over cartoons and unhealthy snacks. Even though he basically lived with you when he wasn’t forced to stay at the dorms or travel for a tour, Jungkook was insistent on coming over and talking about each of your weeks through mouthfuls of pizza.

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