#and i forgot i had grammarly on here

[oxymoronicdumbass]

yes, grammarly, you are objectively correct, but your correction of my sentence takes away The Vibes, and I don't really feel like doing that. grammatically incorrect sentence it is

[helioooss]

sidelines

synopsis: you’ve always been in love with sana…but she’s your best friend. and she’s straight. but you just love her so much that you’re willing to wait.

w/c: 7k+

warnings: angst, slow burn like usual. actually proofread (thanks grammarly).

a/n: i promise hard times p2 is coming, it’s just really long and i have to cut it down to at least 8k words LMAOOO

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

it was one of those mornings where nothing seemed particularly special, but your world was about to change in ways you couldn’t have predicted. you sat at your desk in the architecture firm, your fingers gliding over your keyboard as you worked on some revisions for a new project.

the sun streamed in through the tall windows, casting a soft glow over the open-plan office. it was peaceful, the quiet hum of the air conditioner blending with the distant chatter of colleagues.

you had already been with the company for two years at that point, and most days followed the same routine: coffee stains on your desk, project meetings, drafting designs. your colleague and closest friend, jaehyung, would often pop by to gossip about office politics or the latest sports drama, but today, the usual hum of the office seemed more heightened — like something different was in the air.

and then she walked in.

you were so absorbed in your work that you didn’t notice chaeyoung from hr walking towards you until she cleared her throat. you blinked, looking up, and that’s when you saw her.

“this is sana,” chaeyoung spoke, gesturing to the woman standing beside her. “she’s new here, and i’d like you to show her around today.”

sana was beautiful, so beautiful that for a moment, you forgot where you were. her long dark hair framed her face perfectly, and her eyes sparkled with an easy warmth that made your heart skip a beat. it was awkward, the way you felt instantly flustered, but you swallowed it down, reminding yourself that this was work.

this was a professional setting.

“i’m y/n,” you managed to croak out, standing up from your desk and offering a hand. your palms felt sweaty, and you hoped she didn’t notice.

“nice to meet you,” she smiled, shaking your hand. her smile was bright, and it only made things worse. there was something about her that seemed so effortless.

“of course, likewise,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady, but you could feel the awkwardness settling in your chest.

what were you so nervous about?

you led her through the office, showing her where the break room was, the conference rooms, and the layout of the design floor. your voice felt stiff, formal, and you hated it — sana didn’t seem to notice. she asked questions, laughed at your small jokes, and nodded thoughtfully as you explained the details of different projects.

it wasn’t until you reached the café across the street, where you both grabbed coffee after the tour, that the conversation started to feel more human.

“so, how long have you been with the company?” she asked, sitting across from you, her hands wrapped around her mug.

“two years now,” you replied, feeling a little more relaxed. “it’s a good place to work. lots of creative freedom, which is nice for someone like me who’s obsessed with details.”

she laughed softly. “i get that. i can already tell we’re going to get along.”

and just like that, you felt a small crack in the awkward wall that had been building up inside you.

as you both sipped your coffees, you couldn’t help but think how nice it was to talk to someone who seemed so easygoing, so similar to you in ways you hadn’t expected. but there was a tiny tension that you couldn’t ignore, a pull toward her that made your heart race. you shook it off. it was too soon to start thinking about her like that.

besides, you had minji…your girlfriend of six months. and you were happy, right? things had been going well with her, at least until recently, when she’d been distant and secretive.

you didn’t want to think about that now. not with sana sitting across from you, smiling in that way that made your chest feel tight. however, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had just changed in your life. you didn’t know what it was, but it was there, lingering.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

weeks passed, and your life settled into a new routine. you, jaehyung, and sana became close, often grabbing lunch together and bouncing ideas off each other during project meetings.

sana was easy to talk to, and the awkwardness you’d felt when you first met her quickly melted away. the more you got to know her, the more you realised how similar you were: your sense of humour, your love for silly internet memes, even your taste in movies. it felt like you’d known her forever, and soon enough, you couldn’t imagine your days at work without her.

as your friendship with sana grew, your relationship with minji started to crumble.

you couldn’t put your finger on when it started, maybe a few weeks after you’d met sana…but minji had become distant. she canceled plans, avoided your texts, and when you did see her, it felt like she was somewhere else entirely. you tried to ignore it, convincing yourself that she was just busy with her bar job, but deep down, you knew something was wrong.

and then, one night, it all came crashing down.

you had gone to minji’s apartment, hoping to surprise her with dinner. you hadn’t heard from her all day, and something inside you told you to check in. when you arrived, you saw her through the window, sitting on the couch with someone else. their hands were intertwined, their heads leaned close together.

your heart dropped.

you didn’t even bother knocking. you turned and walked away, the image of them burned into your mind. your phone buzzed in your pocket: minji’s name lighting up the screen, but you didn’t answer. you couldn’t.

that night, you cried yourself to sleep. the betrayal cut deep, and the pain was overwhelming. you had trusted her, loved her, and now it was all gone. the next few days were a blur of silence and heartache. you barely ate, barely slept.

jaehyung and sana noticed something was wrong, but you didn’t have the energy to explain it to them.

it wasn’t until a few days later, during lunch with sana, that you finally broke down.

“minji cheated on me,” you confessed, your voice trembling. you stared down at your food, unable to meet her eyes.

sana’s expression shifted, her face softening with concern. “oh, y/n…i’m so sorry. i had no idea.”

“i didn’t either,” you muttered, feeling the tears sting your eyes again. “i thought everything was fine. but i guess i was wrong.”

she reached across the table and gently squeezed your hand. her touch was warm, comforting, and it made your heart ache even more. “you don’t deserve that. you deserve someone who’ll treat you the way you treat them, with love and respect. she lost you, remember that.”

her words were kind, but they only made you feel worse. because as much as you tried to deny it, part of you wished sana was that person. it was a selfish thought, one that made you feel guilty, but it was there, gnawing at the back of your mind.

you quickly pulled your hand away, not wanting to dwell on that feeling. she was your friend, probably your best friend now, and that was all she could ever be.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

the weeks that followed were difficult. you were still reeling from the breakup with minji, but somehow, having sana by your side made things a little easier. she was always there for you, whether it was bringing you coffee in the morning or sending you funny instagram reels late at night to cheer you up.

jaehyung, of course, teased you endlessly about how close you and sana had become.

“you two are practically joined at the hip,” he joked one afternoon, leaning against your desk with a smirk. “i’m starting to think you’ve replaced me as her best friend.”

“please,” you rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t deny the truth behind his words. you and sana had grown closer, and it wasn’t something you could easily ignore.

“you like her do you?” he asked in that teasing tone.

blood rushes to your cheeks, turning away from him with a scuff as you tried to hide a smile. “shut the fuck up.”

as the months passed, something else began to grow too: your feelings for sana. they were small at first, easy to brush off as just admiration for your friend. however, the more time you spent with her, the harder it became to push those feelings away.

the problem was, she was straight. she had boyfriends over the years, relationships that came and went, and you always stood on the sidelines, watching. it hurt, more than you wanted to admit, but you buried those feelings deep, telling yourself that her friendship was enough when in reality, you were suffocating in the feelings you couldn’t admit.

your college friends, jihyo and jisoo, noticed the change in you before you did.

“you like her, don’t you?” jihyo asked one night over drinks.

you froze, your glass halfway to your lips. “what?”

“sana; you’re totally in love with her.”

you opened your mouth to protest, but nothing came out. jihyo was right, and you knew it.

“you should just tell her,” jisoo added, her tone gentle. “it’s been years, y/n. you can’t keep holding it in forever.”

you shook your head, laughing bitterly. “she’s straight. what’s the point?”

“you don’t know that,” jihyo said, raising an eyebrow. “maybe she doesn’t even realise how she feels about you.”

you snorted. “yeah, right.”

“you know you don’t have to wait for her forever, right?” jisoo has a concerned look plastered on her face. “you’re allowed to see other people, too.”

“i know,” you heaved out a sigh, taking a full sip of your wine.

but the seed had been planted, and now you couldn’t stop thinking about it. should you tell her? would it ruin everything if you did? every time you thought about confessing, your chest tightened with fear. you couldn’t bear the thought of losing her, even if it meant keeping your feelings locked away forever.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

time continued to pass, and eventually, sana started dating jaehyung. it shouldn’t have surprised you, they had always been close, and you knew jaehyung had liked her for a while even though he never really told you. when he finally said something, the news hit you harder than you expected.

“hey, i just wanted you to hear it from me first,” he said one day, pulling you aside after a meeting. “sana and i are seeing each other.

your stomach twisted. you forced a smile, even though your heart was breaking all over again. “that’s great, jaehyung. i’m happy for you guys.”

and you meant it. at least, a part of you did somehow. jaehyung was your best friend, and if anyone deserved to be happy, it was him. the other part of you, the part that had been in love with sana for so long, felt like it was being ripped apart. you felt sorry for yourself.

you watched them together, always keeping your distance, always pretending like it didn’t bother you. sana was happy, and that was all that mattered.

months went by in an instant and whilst you were somehow satisfied with your place in her life, you couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of loss. every time you saw them together, laughing and holding hands, it felt like you were watching the future you’d never have with sana slip further and further away.

and then, one day, it was over. just like that.

“we broke up,” jaehyung said casually over lunch, as if it were no big deal. “mutual, though. no hard feelings.”

you blinked, surprised. “what happened?@

he shrugged like he didn’t just lose the girl of everyone’s dreams. “we realised we’re better as friends. it wasn’t meant to be. it felt…forced, y’know?”

you didn’t know what to say, but relief flooded through you, followed immediately by guilt. you had no right to feel relieved. this was jaehyung’s relationship, and yet here you were, glad that it was over.

“are you okay?” you asked him, trying to sound supportive.

he nodded, smiling softly. “yeah, i’m fine. honestly, it feels like the right decision.”

as much as the breakup brought you some sense of closure, it also left you feeling more confused than ever. because now, without jaehyung in the picture, you were left alone with your feelings for sana. and they weren’t going away anytime soon.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

over five years passed, and not much changed. you were still single, still in love with sana, still watching her live her life from the sidelines. dating people every now and then, only for her to dump them sooner before you could even have a full picture of their personality.

you kept busy with work — you were up on the chart now, and with friends, with anything that would distract you from the ache in your chest. no matter how much time went by, you couldn’t let go of her.

“waiting…as an act of love,” jaehyung said at one point, shaking his head at you. “will do you no good. just take the risk and tell her how you feel.”

“how did you do it?”

“you know, when sana and i dated briefly — nothing happened. we held hands and kissed, but it never went far from that. i think, deep down, she always had you in mind.”

“i don’t think she feels that way about me.”

“her life revolved around you then, what more now?”

as the years went on, the air between you and sana began to thicken, weighed down by something you couldn’t quite name at first. after three years of friendship, the kind of closeness that had felt inevitable, it was now something different. where once you shared every moment, every little thought, there was now a tension growing, a tension that neither of you seemed willing to address directly.

you had stayed single for so long, not out of choice, but because you couldn’t move past your feelings for sana. while she dated others and broke things off when they didn’t work out, you remained the steady constant in her life; the one who stayed when her world shattered.

you had tried to bury your feelings for her, to put them away in some hidden corner of your heart, telling yourself that being her friend was enough. but it wasn’t. it hadn’t been for a long time.

“so, any girls in your life yet, y/n?” jihyo eyes you, your eyes falling on the ring in her finger.

she had gotten recently engaged and all of your friends, including sana, had been invited to a celebratory dinner. you knew where this was going to go.

nayeon laughed, shaking her head. “who was your last ex again?”

before you could mutter a word, sana placed her palm on your back, rubbing it in circles. “c’mon guys, not minji again!”

“what makes you all think i can get a girl?” you joked, but not really. “you all scare them away.”

“at this point, maybe you and sana should just marry each other,” momo teased - but you knew she meant it.

“righto, i’m always going to say yes to sana,” you elbowed her gently. “ask me and i’ll say yes.”

meanwhile, sana just looked down and smiled. “idiot,” she muttered.

then came lisa.

she was like a sudden burst of color in your otherwise grey world. she was bright, funny, kind, and she understood you in ways that felt so effortless. from the moment you met her, it was like something had shifted in you; a part of you that had been dormant, that had waited and waited for someone to break through the wall you’d built around yourself.

it was something new.

with lisa came a new kind of tension between you and sana, one that was much harder to ignore.

at first, sana didn’t say much. she would make small, offhanded comments about how often you were spending time with lisa, or how she hadn’t seen you as much lately. it started innocently enough — just a teasing remark here and there. but soon, those remarks became more frequent, more pointed.

“so, is lisa your new best friend now?” she’d ask with a laugh that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“no,” you’d reply, trying to brush it off, though the weight of her words tugged at something inside you. “you know you’re my best friend, sana.”

“how did you two meet again?”

“at jaehyung’s party, remember?” you reminded her. “she works for his firm, their new financial officer.”

“cool, she’s cute…you would look cute together.”

but it was more than that. she wasn’t just teasing. she was pulling at the threads of something deeper, something you weren’t ready to confront. because even though you could see lisa as your partner, there was still that part of you…the part that had always loved sana — that couldn’t let go.

as time passed, sana’s clinginess grew. she’d text you late at night, asking if you were free to talk, even though she knew you were with lisa. she’d show up at your apartment unannounced, acting as though it were perfectly normal for her to be there when you both had other plans.

you tried to give her the benefit of the doubt, telling yourself she was just being her usual self, yet there was something different now, something more intense behind her actions that you couldn’t ignore.

“you’ve been so busy lately,” she said one evening as you sat on the couch in her apartment, a movie playing in the background that neither of you were really watching. her tone was casual, but her words were loaded with unspoken meaning.

“work’s been insane,” you replied, trying to keep the conversation light. “jaehyung and lisa are trying to make me jump to their firm as the head architect but i got offered to become a managing director someplace else.”

sana didn’t respond immediately, and when you glanced over at her, she was staring at the floor, her jaw clenched tightly.

“you don’t have to make time for me anymore,” she muttered, her voice so quiet you almost didn’t catch it.

“what?” you asked, turning to face her fully, your heart sinking at the sadness in her tone.

“i said, you don’t have to make time for me anymore,” she repeated, a little louder this time. her eyes were still fixed on the ground. “you’ve got lisa now, right? i’m just…i don’t want to be in the way.”

you blinked, caught off guard. “sana, you’re never in the way. you know that.”

she finally looked up at you, her eyes sharp but tinged with something you didn’t quite understand. “am i? because it sure feels like i’m losing you.”

you felt the words hit you square in the chest. losing you? she wasn’t losing you. you had been there for her through everything. you had been the one who stood by her side when every relationship she had crumbled, and now she thought she was losing you?

“you’re not losing me,” you said softly, trying to soothe the tension building in the room. “i’m still here. i’m always going to be here.”

she laughed, but it wasn’t a happy laugh, it was bitter and filled with frustration. “you say that, but everything’s changed. ever since you met her, it’s like…it’s like you don’t have time for me anymore.”

you felt a lump form in your throat. “things haven’t changed, sana. i still care about you just as much as I always have. lisa and i are honestly nothing.”

“but it’s different,” she snapped, her voice rising with emotion. “it’s not like before. we don’t spend time together like we used to. you don’t call me late at night anymore. you don’t tell me things first. i…i miss you.”

her words hung in the air, raw and vulnerable, and suddenly, you realised that this was more than just jealousy.

she missed you. she missed the connection you shared, the closeness that had defined your friendship for so long. you were different now, and she couldn’t seem to handle it.

“sana,” you said softly, reaching out to touch her hand, but she pulled away before you could make contact.

“don’t,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “don’t act like this is all fine when it’s not. i know you’re falling for her, and i can’t handle it. i hate how much it bothers me, but i can’t…i can’t stand seeing you with someone else.”

her words cut through you like a knife. you had spent years loving her, waiting for her, hoping she’d see you the way you saw her. and now, as you were finally ready to let her go, she was pulling you back in, making you feel like maybe there was still a part of her that needed you in a way that went beyond friendship.

“why does it bother you so much?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, your heart racing as you waited for her response.

sana’s eyes flickered with multiple things; fear, uncertainty, something you couldn’t quite place. she looked away again, her hands trembling slightly as she fidgeted with the edge of her sweater.

“i don’t know,” she admitted, her voice so quiet you could barely hear her. “i don’t know why it bothers me so much. i just, i hate seeing you with her. i hate that she gets to have you in ways that i…that i never did.”

your breath hitched at her words, a flood of emotions crashing over you. there it was — the thing neither of you had ever said out loud, the cloud you had both danced around for years. she was jealous, not just because she missed you, but because she wanted you in a way she had never admitted before.

“sana…” you began, but she cut you off.

“i’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “i know it’s not fair. i know i don’t have the right to feel this way, but i can’t help it. i hate that you’re slipping away from me, and i don’t know how to stop it.”

you sat there, frozen, unsure of what to say. the truth was hanging between you, unspoken but undeniable, and for the first time in years, you saw it clearly. sana wasn’t just afraid of losing you as her best friend: she was afraid of losing you, period. deep down, even if she hadn’t admitted it to herself, she had feelings for you too.

“you’re not losing me,” you said again, but this time, your voice was steadier, more certain. “but things are different now, sana. i can’t go back to how things were before.”

“why not?” she asked, her voice laced with desperation. “why can’t we go back?”

suddenly, the last few years flashed inside your mind — from the moment you met sana until now; the premonition, feeling that you were going to fall in love with her eventually. the bottled feelings sit on the tip of your tongue, just waited to be spilled out. you love her.

you love her and that was it.

“because i’m in love with you and i would like to move on,” you finally said, the words spilling out before you could stop them, years worth of bottling up your feelings for a girl who could never love you back.

the room went silent, the weight of your confession crashing down like a tidal wave. sana stared at you, her eyes wide with shock, her lips parted as if she couldn’t quite process what you had just said.

“what?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“i’ve been in love with you for so long,” you continued, your voice breaking as you spoke the words you had kept locked inside for years. “and i’ve tried to move on, i’ve tried to let go, but i can’t. it’s always been you, sana. and that’s why things can’t go back to the way they were. because i can’t keep pretending that i don’t feel this way.”

sana’s face crumpled, her eyes filling with tears as she looked away, her hands trembling in her lap. “i didn’t know,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “i didn’t realise —“

“i know,” you said softly, the tears spilling over now. “i didn’t expect you to. i was okay with loving you from afar. to watch you grow old and have a family with the person you deserve, i’ve come to terms with the fact that it’ll never be me.”

for a long moment, neither of you said anything. the silence between you was heavy, filled with all the things that had gone unsaid for so long.

“i need time,” she finally said, her voice barely audible as she stood up, her movements slow and hesitant.

“sana,” you began, but she shook her head, cutting you off.

“i just need time to think,” she said, her voice trembling as she backed toward the door. “i’m sorry.”

and then, without another word, she turned and left, leaving you standing there, your heart in pieces as the weight of everything finally settled in: you lost her.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

the days that followed sana’s sudden departure were heavy with silence. you tried to keep yourself busy, immersing yourself in work and spending more time with lisa, but there was no escaping the thoughts that raced through your mind. you replayed the last conversation over and over, wondering if you had said too much, wondering if you should have kept your feelings buried like you had for years. you wondered if sana would ever come back to you or if you had finally pushed her away for good.

meanwhile, from the other side of the city, sana was on her own journey.

that night, after leaving your apartment, she had walked aimlessly through the bustling city, her thoughts tangled in a mess of confusion and fear. the rain had started to fall, soaking her through, but she didn’t care. all she could think about was you — your confession, the look on your face when you told her that you had been in love with her for years. it was a truth that had shaken her to her core, forcing her to confront feelings she had buried deep inside herself.

sana had always been someone who prided herself on knowing exactly what she wanted. in her relationships, she had always been in control, choosing partners that seemed to fit the mould of what she thought she needed. yet it had never worked out.

every relationship she’d had, no matter how promising it seemed at first, had eventually fallen apart. she had chalked it up to bad timing or simply not finding the right person. now, with everything that had happened between you, it all started to make sense.

for the first time in years, sana allowed herself to reflect on all those moments you had been there for her — every time she had called you in the middle of the night after a breakup, every time you had listened to her rant about the latest guy who didn’t understand her, every time you had picked her up, emotionally and literally, after things fell apart.

you had been her constant, the one person who never wavered, who never asked for anything in return. she realised that she had always turned to you, even when she was in a relationship, because deep down, she had always trusted you in a way she had never trusted anyone else.

then there was lisa.

she couldn’t explain the jealousy she felt at first. it had confused and frustrated her, making her feel things she didn’t want to acknowledge. now, as she looked back on it, she understood why it hurt so much to see you with someone else. lisa wasn’t just another person in your life; she was someone who had taken a piece of you that sana had always assumed would be hers.

the truth was, she had never seen you with anyone else because, in her mind, you had always belonged to her. not in a possessive way, but in the way that two people who are meant to be together belong to each other, even if they haven’t figured it out yet.

the days passed, and sana’s thoughts became clearer. she realized that she had been selfish, taking your friendship for granted, not understanding the depth of what you had given her. she thought about the way you had always been there to pick up the pieces of her life, even when you had nothing left to give. you had given pieces of yourself to make her whole, and she hadn’t even noticed.

standing on the edge of losing you, she saw it all so clearly.

no matter how many boyfriends she had, no matter how many times she tried to find love elsewhere, nothing ever felt right because it was always supposed to be you.

and now, she needed to make things right. she needed to tell you what she had been too afraid to admit.

one evening, after a long day of pacing her apartment and rehearsing what she was going to say, sana found herself outside your door once again. her heart pounded in her chest as she raised her hand to knock, her mind racing with a thousand different thoughts.

what if it was too late?

what if you didn’t want to see her?

she knew she had to try. she couldn’t let fear keep her from telling you the truth any longer.

you opened the door, your eyes widening in surprise when you saw her standing there.

“sana,” you said softly, your voice laced with hesitation. “i didn’t expect to see you.”

she swallowed hard, her throat tight with emotion. “can i come in?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

you nodded, stepping aside to let her in, though the tension in the air was palpable. you hadn’t seen her in days, and the weight of everything that had been left unsaid hung between you like a heavy cloud.

she paced the room for a moment before finally stopping in front of you, her hands fidgeting nervously at her sides. she took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts, trying to find the right words to explain everything she had been feeling.

“i’ve been thinking a lot,” she began, her voice quiet but steady. “about what you said…about us.”

you said nothing, waiting for her to continue, your heart pounding in your chest.

“and i realised…i’ve been so blind,” she continued, her eyes flickering with emotion as she met your gaze. “i didn’t see it before, now it all makes sense.”

“what makes sense?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, afraid to hope, afraid to let yourself believe what she might be saying.

“you,” she said simply, her voice filled with sincerity. “you’ve always been there for me. every time i fell apart, every time something went wrong, you were the one who picked up the pieces. and i didn’t even see how much you were giving up to do that. you’ve given me so much of yourself, and i’ve taken it for granted.”

you felt a lump form in your throat as her words sank in, the weight of everything you had been holding inside for years finally starting to lift.

“i’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “i’m so sorry it took me this long to see it, to see what’s been right in front of me all this time. i was so focused on finding the right guy, on trying to make things work with people who weren’t meant for me, that i didn’t see that the person i’ve been searching for…it’s been you all along.”

your breath hitched, your heart pounding in your chest as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

“sana…” you start to say, but she shook her head, stepping closer to you, her eyes filled with raw emotion.

“i was jealous of lisa because she had you,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “because she was getting to be with you in a way that i never let myself even think about. i didn’t want to admit it, but the truth is i’ve always had feelings for you. i’ve just been too scared to face them.”

she took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she reached out to take yours.

“i love you, y/n,” she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. “not just as my best friend, but as more. i’ve loved you for so long, and i didn’t even realise it. and i’m so sorry it took me this long to come around, to see what was right in front of me.”

you felt tears slip down your cheeks as her words washed over you, the weight of years of unspoken feelings finally being released. “i love you too,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “i’ve always loved you.”

sana’s eyes filled with tears as she pulled you into her arms, holding you tightly as if she were afraid to let go.

“i’m so sorry,” she murmured into your shoulder. “i’m sorry for hurting you, for not seeing you sooner. but i’m here now, and i’m not going anywhere, my love.”

you held her close, your heart swelling with a mixture of relief and joy. after all the years of waiting, all the heartache, all the unspoken feelings that had weighed you down, sana was finally here. she had finally come back to you.

“i love you.”

“i love you too.”

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Hear me out. Viktor getting angry at reader and taking it out on us (m or gn reader)

I have vik brain rot..

DO I LIKE THIS? NO…MAYBE?…YES! - VIKTOR X READER

synopsis: Viktor is angry. He’s frustrated. Things haven’t been going to plan and his temper is a very thin string right about now. You accidentally break that string, and he takes it out on you. You’ve never seen this side of him before… you’re really into it.

warnings: dom!viktor, misdirected anger, talks of safe-words/signals, oral sex (m receiving), boot humping, under the desk blowjobs, almost caught (you’re in the lab and someone walks in), teasing, dirty talk, degradation/praise, throatpie, Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/f or m/m

p.s. the libido I have revolving around Viktor is insane. Like lock me up I need help. I’d drain that man dry if I had the chance and I’d also have hearts in my eyes the entire time I’m with him. He’d be scared, he’d also love it immensely.

Viktor’s life has never been easy.

Throughout his life, he’s had to push and shove and climb his way to the top, even if it meant bruised knuckles and ripped-off fingernails.

You'd think he'd be a pro at this. He's not.

Especially when it feels like this whole month has been nothing but valleys, and he's desperately craving a peak right about now.

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It’s another day in the lab, another day for failure, Viktor can't help but think. He's been at this for minutes, hours, days, now leading into weeks of work. It’s like his brain decided to take a vacation.

He feels helpless. Useless. He can’t figure out basic equations, his prototypes keep failing, Jayce is constantly out doing council duties, and you're not by his side.

He doesn't want you near him anyway. He's miserable like this, he's snippy and snooty, even downright mean. He doesn't want to subject you to that, and he knows you will be; even if it’s by accident.

So he already has an idea of how this is going to go when he hears the lab doors open and smells your signature scent.

Hopefully you forgive him for what he's about to do.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

You quietly enter the lab, seeing Viktor hard at work. He's constantly playing with his hair, twirling the pieces at the nape of his neck, running his hands through it, even gripping the silky strands angrily.

He looks like a mess. A very attractive one, but a mess nonetheless.

You almost flinch when you put a hand gently on Viktor’s shoulders, his forgotten blueprints in the other by your side.

He whips around to look at you, a sneer on his face and a glint in his eyes you've never seen before, you lightly gasp as the blueprints in your hand crinkle a bit. He's mad, he's furious.

You've fucked up somehow and you don’t even know what you did.

“What do you want?!” Viktor snips, his tone sharp and snakelike, “Can’t you see I'm in the middle of something?! I almost solved that equation until you pestered me, now I'm back to square one!” His gaze is dark as he looks at you and you wince lightly, you know work has been hard lately but you didn't realize how bad it was until this very moment.

“I’m here because you told me to come at three o’clock, you forgot your blueprints at home and asked me to bring them so when you talk with—”

Viktor cuts off your explanation, “You didn't have to bother me to do that. You could've left them by the door and let me be. No. You had to pester, and now I've lost all my progress.”

You quirk an eyebrow at your lover. He's snippy, he kind of reminds you of a angry cat. All sharp teeth and hisses. You purse your lips and put the blueprints onto the desk, running your free hand through Viktor's already messy hair.

“Anything I can do to make it up to you?”

The lab is left in a tense silence for a bit before Viktor chuckles darkly, “You can put that mouth to good use instead of pestering me.”

Your eyes widen a bit at that but Viktor pays you no mind, he rolls out a bit from his desk and casually unbuckles his belt, unzips his pants, and lowers them just enough to get his cock out. He's already half hard, and you feel yourself gulp subconsciously.

He just says one word and you obey him. Like a god and it’s devotee.

“Kneel.”

And you do.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Viktor sighs through gritted teeth as he continues to work on his equations. A light moan escapes him when a wonderful firm suck encompasses the head of his cock.

He looks down and sees you there, eyes glossy as you look up at him and take his cock without question, without hesitation. He can feel all the anger and frustration leaving him with each pass you make. Maybe this was all he needed, he's been pent up.

Viktor puts his pencil down and groans, a long silky note escaping from his throat. Luckily for him he's gotten an updates wheelie chair that now has a back to it, so it helps him with his posture and comfort.

His posture isn't the best right now as he slowly slides down the chair in ecstasy, his ass on the edge of the chair as his head leans back on the headrest. The long stretch of his throat is all you can see and you take him deep.

Viktor startles when he hears footsteps approaching the lab. He looks at the clock and his eyes widen.

The reason why you came to bring the blueprints has finally arrived.

He forgot he had planned to talk to Jayce at three-thirty. It's currently two-fifty-five, and his partner is going to see him with his cock shoved down his other partners throat.

Viktor lightly kicks you to hide under his desk as he frantically pushes himself to slide forward. You're caged in, unable to be spotted due to the plank of decorative wood at the front of the desk. It’s cramped, with Viktor's long legs, the legs of the desk chair, and the plank of wood keeping your dignity intact.

You can minutely see Viktor trying to get his appearance in check. Running a hand through his hair, adjusting his tie, making sure the wrinkles that formed on his clothes are patted down, and touching his lower back, to ensure his ass isn't out.

Just as Viktor deems himself acceptable, the lab doors open, and in walks Jayce.

God damn it.

You can’t really hear their conversation that well, it’s a bit muffled under the desk, but you can hear tones. Jayce is happy, Viktor is a bit tense.

Let’s make him more tense, shall we?

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“Viktor, hey! I was able to leave that mind numbing meeting early. So, how’s everything going? You said you had some updates you wanted to show me?”

Viktor can’t help but smile lightly at Jayce’s exuberance, it’s been a while since Viktor has been able to work with Jayce in the lab; so this is nice.

Even though his cock is out and shoved down your throat. He just hopes Jayce doesn't notice.

“Ah, yes. I re-calculated the density necessary for—hnn.” Viktor goes to explain but grunts as he feels a harsh suck. There's no way, you wouldn't…

There it is again.

Viktor grunts a little louder this time and Jayce looks at him in concern, “Are you okay? Do you need any help?” His eyebrows are furrowed as he chews on his lip. Oh Jayce, you're so sweet. Please don’t notice.

“I’m— I’m okay Jayce. My leg is just sore, that's all.”

Jayce jolts a bit, his spine stiffening up as he looks over Viktor's form hurriedly, “Are you sure I can't do anything to help—” his sentence is cut off by Viktor waving his hand around quickly as a small grimace overtakes his face. He's lightly biting his lip as his face flushes. He must be in quite a bit of pain, but Jayce relents.

“Truly Jayce, I'm fine. You know how everything gets. After our talk, I’ll head home. Get some rest for once. My body’s hnn… my body’s telling me to relax.”

Jayce purses his lips a bit and nods. Througout the conversation Viktor looks a bit desperate. He grits his teeth, groans lightly in pain, quirks his neck to the side, taps his foot. Jayce doesn't feel any anger or frustration at Viktor, he understands he has chronic pain and he's going through what seems to be a massive flare up.

They talk quickly but deeply. Getting all their ideas and thoughts out before Jayce smiles over his shoulder, and exits the lab, “We’ll talk more later Viktor. Take a break. Get home when you can, I’ll see you tomorrow hopefully.” with that, the lab doors shut and Viktor holds his breath for a minute as Jayce's footsteps slowly but surely get farther and farther away from the lab.

When the footsteps disappear all together, Viktor growls as he pushes back his seat, dragging you alongside with him from the harsh grip he has in your hair. You whine at the pain but Viktor ignores you.

“You slut. You couldn't wait and be good for me. No. You had to suck my cock under my desk as Jayce and I have an important discussion. Did you want to get caught? Did you want Jayce to see how much of a whore you are?”

Your whine is garbled as Viktor forces your head up and down over his cock, his head leans back as he moans deeply from his chest. The sound rumbles out deliciously.

“I’m going to fuck your face since you need it so bad. If you want me to stop, hit my thigh three times, if you want me to slow down, hit it twice. Do you understand me?” Viktor yanks your head off his cock to hear you verbally say yes. Your eyes are watery and your lips are puffy, but a raspy yes escapes your throat before its filled again.

Viktor's ruthless, he forces your head up and down, like his own personal pocket pussy. All you can hear is the wet sounds of your throat, skin hitting skin, and Viktor's desperate growls and moans.

He somehow speeds up even more, lightly thrusting as he pushes your head down. You can’t help but squirm a bit, desperate for some tension to be released from your own body. You inhale sharply when you feel the polished tip of Viktor’s shoe nudge your centre. A jolt of pleasure rushes over you as your eyes flutter. Viktor’s dark chuckle tells you all you need to know.

“So desperate. Look at you, grinding against my shoe. Keep going darling, I want to see you fall apart as I cum down your throat.”

You can’t help but do as he says. He keeps using your throat like his own personal toy as you grind helplessly against his shoe. Eventually a loud groan is what you hear as Viktor shoves your head down, your nose brushing against the light auburn curls at the base of his cock. As you swallow his cum down, cock warming his dick in your throat, you thrust messily and frantically against Viktor’s shoe.

A shaky moan escapes you as you finally orgasm, your underwear becoming sticky and wet at the intensity. Viktor carefully pulls your head back, you lightly cough and breathe in shudders to catch your breath. Viktor smiles lovingly at you as he comes down to kiss you on your forehead. 

“How you spoil me my love. You did amazing. You’re incredible, thank you for that.” His tone is sweet as he cards his hands through your hair as he sporadically kisses your face.

You can’t help but giggle at his show of love. He’s not a fan of physical displays of affection, but when it’s just you two, he’s so undeniably sweet.

A groan of pain escapes you as you slowly get up off your knees, Viktor is fixing himself as you lean against his desk as an abrupt opening of the door startled you both. It’s Jayce.

“Sorry! I forgot my notebook— hey! When’d your get here?” Jayce asks as he walks back to Viktor’s desk and grabs his notebook, a blinding smile directed towards you.

“Uh— not too long ago.” You state, your throat dry and voice raspy due to the abuse it suffered. Jayce looks at you in concern, “Wow, you don’t sound good. You two should probably go home, you sound sick and Viktor’s been in physical pain.”

Viktor looks off to the side as he lightly scratches his cheek, you smile at the sweet man, “Good idea Jayce. C’mon Viktor, let’s go.”

Before anyone can move, it’s like a lightbulb goes off above Jayce’s head, “Oh no— no. You didn’t. Tell me you didn’t!”

“Didn’t what Jayce?” You ask as Viktor snickers lightly, “For your sake, we didn’t Jayce.”

Jayce groans in pain as Viktor lightly laughs and you just look at the two of them. Then you realize what they’re tip-toeing around and feel your face heat up.

God damn it Jayce. Why’d you have to be smart. Oopsie daisy.

Y’all my libido is 100% tied to Viktor and minutely Jayce, it’s so bad 🙃 hope y'all liked this! ❤️

[lilmissasap]

right there- alina baraz

summary: lazy day w miles (either 1610 or 42) 

pairing: miles x black coded reader  

w/c: 839

sum slight

warnings: lowk suggestive if you squint, fem (?) reader (miles refers to reader as ma and mama and princesa, but no use of pronouns so idk if it counts as fem reader), grammarly edited, but nothing really lmk if i missed something

published: august 7, 2023

song lyrics are italicized

ven aquí- come here, vení- come here (informal), princesa- princess

s/o @lunarfleur for this concept, luv u babycakes smooches

i get so caught up

The day had effortlessly slipped away, like sand through your fingers in a lazy, syrupy, and euphoric haze.  

“Mama? baby?” Miles mumbles, his face halfway nuzzled into your stomach, his hands absent-mindedly kneading at your hips, listlessly raising his head to meet your half-lidded gaze, lifting your chin to meet his eyes. 

“Mmm?” 

“Ven aquí,” 

might of forgot us, can you remind me? 

His voice is a tired kind of raspy as he’s pressing his lips into yours in a mixture of lenience and hunger, his calloused hands cradling your cheeks, pulling away, and kissing your nose. Returning to his original position on your stomach, nuzzling his face into your stomach once again to watch an older CoryxKenshin video. Confused and blushing, you return to your copy of When Dimple Met Rishi, dreamily running your nails across his durag massaging his hair through the silky fabric. 

His bedroom was a small oasis, far away from the usual Brooklyn noise, a quiet dream far far away from everything you were running away from. The dazey smog of cigarette smoke permanently hanging in the air of your apartment, the smog that got caught in the fibers of your clothes, irreversibly weaving its way into your braids. You’d evolved to the point that it smelled comforting, but at the same time, it was a permanent burden on your shoulders, the scent weighing your shoulders down.   

tell me to come back, i got a lot on my mind

“Ma, come back,” he mumbles, pressing his face into your cheek. “Want another kiss,” 

Laughing and leaning into his mouth, adjusting your face up to him, you comply. The kiss was a warm envelope, encasing the two of you in a heavy and exultant moment of obscurity.  

i know it’s been a while, been a while, but i need you this time 

The two of you pull away and you return to your book as he returns to the animated lull of his video. The two of you stay like that, kissing every couple of minutes and going back to your respective past times. It was moments like this that you savored, the tenderness of his room, the soft scent of peppermint oil mixed with sandalwood, and the delicate warmth of the musky cologne he wore like a second skin. He never wore too much though, enough for you to associate him with that smell and the light menthol of his chapstick. The boy did wonders on you, he and his mother had shown you the kind of love you’d only seen on old reruns of Love and Basketball, Poetic Justice, Love Jones, and The Preachers Wife when it aired during Christmas.  

i’ll be in the city, get dressed don’t keep me waiting

Tender and loving, the kind of love the older woman preaches about on her doorstep, the one that’s like that one bible verse. The love in this boy's heart was patient and kind, comforting. A soft place to land, a small escape from everyday life. The kind that helps you take down your braids, and helps wash your hair. The kind where he’ll let you braid and unbraid his hair, gently raking your hands through his thick and luscious inky curls, half adoring his bed of curls, half detangling them.  

can you be my shotgun? be my all-time, be the right one

His eyes are half-lidded as he glances up at you furtively, warily drinking in your beauty. The ethereal glow to your soft brown skin, the brown eyes that hide under your eyelashes with an alluring light to them. The eyes that never failed to make Miles’ heart skip a beat when he looked deep into them, his eyes pouring into you like hot wax in a candle. 

“Whatchu need, baby?”  

you ready? let me know 

“Vení,” he whispers, eyes set low, drunk on lust, fatigue barely lining his eyes. As per routine, he reconnects the two of you, this time he’s above you one arm resting on the wall behind you. Deeping the kiss as he pulls you upward, he exhales a sharp, ragged, yet blissful breath. The kind that makes you pull back and look up at him quizzically. 

“Everything okay, sueñito?” 

“ ‘s all good ma,” 

“You was just breathing all weird, is all,” 

“ ‘m okay, princesa,” 

“Okay,” you smile and exhale, angling up to him more. 

ima need you right there

The youtube video is long forgotten, the book haphazardly discarded beside you, you softly tug his chain forward as he runs his hands along the side of your hoodie, his right hand finding yours and timidly fusing your hands together. Using your left hand, you gently run your fingers over his eyebrows, in an attempt to unfurrow them as he smiles and leans into you. 

“You’re so beautiful, mama,” he mumbles into your lips, and then the two of you are lost in an enraptured oblivion. 

ima need you right there, right there wimme  

🩷 reblogs are always appreciated for reach <3

taglist: @lunarfleur @hearts4hobie@mayeluvsu@nagi3seastorm @n1cole-ghost@hummusxx@milesmolasses@kombuuuu

xoxo,

rae <3

[beyond-the-stone]

Here Comes the Moon (SFK)

Playlist- HCTM🌙

this is the fist fic of a series. This chapter may not contain smut but others will. PLEASE USE YOUR BEST JUDGEMENT.

unedited except for grammarly (contact me if you want to edit.

this is my first fic be kind 🙏

also tag list is open lmk if you want to be added

fluff, kissing, suprise sam

Here Comes The Moon

You could still taste the sunscreen in your mouth. It had been lingering on your tastebuds for 4 hours, and you were starting to get used to it. You reached for your water bottle and finished it.

“Goddammit,” you spoke out loud.

You were hoping the water would last your entire hike but you still had a little further to go before starting your trek back down.

You turned around doing a full 360. 

“Goddammit,” you repeated. You didn’t see any water or someone who could be carrying any.

This was all your fault.

Just like everything else in your life, you messed it up. 

 You turned around again and continued to walk.

You started to think. 

You messed up your escape.

You ruined everything, and you knew it. 

Everything was up in the air.

Your family was disappointed in you, your best friend moved 4 time zones away from you, and you felt so helplessly alone.

By this time you had reached the peak of your height but were too upset to enjoy the beautiful sunset.

“Goddamit” you spoke again. The sun was setting and you hadn’t even started your trip back.

“Goddamit, goddamit GOD FUCKING DAMMIT,” You yelled into the earth far below you.

You began to cry and that turned into full-on sobbing. 

You sat down on the nearest rock and buried your face in your arms. 

Then you made a rash decision, you started kicking your backpack. You grunted or cursed loudly with each hard kick. tears still streaming down your face.

Mid-kick session you thought you heard a crunch, like a branch breaking. You stopped and stood still, and when the sound repeated you started to panic. You grabbed your now misshapen and lumpy bag. You began to move away from the sound fearing it was a wild animal. You grabbed your flashlight from the back pocket and slowly stepped backward.

The sounds were getting closer to you but you still couldn’t see anything. You feared a bear and started running through the checklist of what to do if one attacked you.

The noises continued to get louder and you were trying to use your limited animal knowledge to figure out what it could be.

All of a sudden your worst nightmare appeared in front of you.

A tall man appeared out of the woods. He had brown eyes and long hair and for a moment you thought he might be a woman, but the more you looked he clearly wasn’t, he had a beard. He was wearing a cut-off tee and the shortest shorts you had ever seen a man wear. 

He looked around a moment before he spotted you. 

When he finally turned towards your direction you realized he was out of breath and was nearly doubled over.

 You held your flashlight even tighter.

“Hey,” he called out giving a slight wave “are you ok? I came running this way because I thought someone was hurt. I heard a bunch of cursing an-”

“Back away,” you said in the calmest voice you could muster.

“What d-”

“I said back away!”

He stared at you for a moment almost frightened. Slowly his scared look faded into one of realization.

“Oh, OH, of course,” he slapped his forehead with a pained look. “I just snuck up on a woman alone in the woods. I’m so stupid. Fuck I am sorry. I just came this way because I thought someone was hurt and I wanted to help. I know that’s a sorry excuse. Man, I just left a ton of stuff in the woods. I mean what could I do.” He continued to ramble to himself. 

You were still kind of scared and considering how to escape this situation when he stopped speaking. You looked up and he was staring back at you.

“I am so sorry I just completely forgot my manners, I’m Sam!”

“Oh ok ummm..” you introduced yourself.

“It’s nice to meet you, despite the circumstances.” He laughed, his laugh was loud and genuine. 

He didn’t seem like a serial killer so you let your guard down slightly.

“What are you doing all alone out here in the dark?” He asked seeming genuinely curious.

“It’s the result of my bad planning” you sighed.”I was going on a hike, but I didn’t bring enough water and didn’t judge how much daylight I would have correctly.”

“Hmmm,” he registered what you said, a look of thinking set on his face. “I have water back at my campsite, and you can hang out there as long as you need. I can walk you back to town in the morning.”

“Morning?”

“Yeah, you have no chance of getting back in the dark.”

“Oh, ok.”

With that, he decided the conversation was over and turned on his heel. He gestured for you to grab your belongings and follow him. You knew this could end horrifically, yet you followed him anyway.

He was humming some song you had heard on the alternative radio station as he guided you through the trees.

Every so often he would run his hands through his hair.

He had great hair.

You kind of wanted to reach out and touch it, but you thought better of it.

It was silky soft and chocolate brown.

His hair was probably healthier than yours.

He continued to navigate his way through the woods, and you were too busy staring at his hair to notice when he had stopped walking. You ran into the side of him and he quickly grabbed your arm to steady you.

You looked up at him “Oh sorry, thanks. Guess I was distracted.”

“It's all good,” he chuckled

You surveyed the surrounding area taking in his campsite.

“Damn man this must have cost you a fortune.”

He shrugged, “I don’t really spend my money on anything else.”

“Still…”

“Yeah, I guess it was a bit pricey.” He laughed again.

“What do you do?” you asked genuinely curious.

He raised his eyebrows slightly then relaxed “ I work in the music industry.”

“That’s so cool! I wish I was more involved in music.” 

“Oh really?” He hurried into his tent and backed out holding an acoustic guitar,” Do you play?”

You laughed a bit “Oh god no. I wish I did, I play piano though.”

His jaw dropped slightly with excitement “I play piano! It’s my favorite!”

His excitement pored into the surrounding area filling you with happiness.

“Play for me on then!” you gestured to the guitar “I want to hear you play something.”

He looked up at you a little shyly “Ok.”

He sat down in a chair, allowing you time to get situated.

“Ok don’t laugh at me.” He gave you a pointed look.

“I promise” you declared with both your hands in the air.

He shifted some more then looked up at you. He blushed slightly before beginning a George Harrison song.

He plucked the strings for a moment before he began to sing.

“Everybody’s talking up a storm…”

He had a sweet voice, nothing extraordinary, but simple and steady. He rocked back and forth and you began to sway from side to side slightly.

By the time he had gotten to the last chorus, his voice had become breathy. The entire experience seemed all too personal. However, you loved it and wanted to hear him play again and again and again. He loved it so much and it was so clear that it was what he was meant to do.

You stared at him in amazement. He was looking down, hair falling into his face. He pushed his hair back and tentatively looked up at you, his face pink.

“Well… did you like it?”

You gave him an astonished look, mouth slightly opened. “Did I like it? I fucking loved it. I think you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen or heard!”

He whipped his head to look directly into your eyes, “You think I’m what?”

Your eyes widened shocked that you had said something. You couldn’t take it back so you decided to embrace it. “Well, I do thi-”

Sam cut you off. He stood up abruptly coming towards you.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah.”

He took a moment to stare into your eyes.

He leaned in brushing his fingers against your cheeks before bending down to press his lips against yours.

You rocked forward on your feet leaning into the kiss. His lips were soft and he kissed you as if he had never kissed anyone. You slowly closed your eyes and opened your mouth.

He jumped on his chance and soon his tongue was in your mouth. He was so delicate and passionate that it made you go slightly limp. He stood upright holding the bottom of your face up to his. You reached up to run your hands through his hair. It was softer than you imagined. you were taking sharp inhales so you wouldn’t have to separate from him. His hands slowly moved down grazing your neck and spine until he had his hands wrapped around your waist.

Suddenly he pulled away, gasping for air. He looked down at his shoes and then up at you. You must have looked dumb with your mouth agape and cheeks bright red. None the less he extended his hand. You took it, his hands were callused and his fingers were long and nimble. His hand fit into yours perfectly. He guided you into the tent a look of determination on his face.

@itsafullmoon

[joannes-journal]

2 Corinthians 11:14 - Entry #4

CW: Bible Quote, Paranoia, Sleep Deprived MOD w/ Grammarly as Beta Reader

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"And no wonder, for even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light."

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There's an unresponsive pseudo-god sitting in a blanket nest in the living room. That's not a sentence I ever thought I'd write. Observer overexerted himself last night to banish Smoke from the premises. Jester, who I forgot had turned into a rabbit, pulled himself from under the couch and was covered in sentient dust bunnies.

Fritz, someone I hadn't seen in a couple of days, teleported into the room, wondering what happened to the door. Right, I may or may not have blasted it off its hinges with my shot gun. Within minutes he disappeared and came back with a stolen door. Xia piped up, wanting to paint it. I remember when Dakota snuck into a scrap yard and came back with an old box TV for Trinity to paint (she painted eyeballs on them).

Xia immediately wanted to paint the door, but, according to Evan, there was no paint in the house. I looked away for a second (a second!), and Xia had manifested paint cans. Right, she's a god. Evan complained about painting over top of his hardwood floors (fair enough), and Xia manifested a tarp. The entire time, Evan was having a conniption.

"We don't have paint, Z," Evan explained he could get some for her, but before he could finish the sentence, paint cans manifested on the floor. When Evan complained about his hardwood floors, a tarp showed up. He was speechless as Xia and Frost gaslit him into thinking the paint and tarp had always been there. I got a chuckle out of it, but I was still hurting. She wanted to drink the paint, but Evan wouldn't let her.

We all started to get settled, trying to forget everything that happened. Jester mentioned something about being able to turn others into animals. I perked up.

"Can you turn me into a mantis shrimp? I wanna see more colors!" I started shaking with excitement, pulling up a picture and showing him. After some back-and-forth banter, I felt a woosh of air and was in a fish tank. I couldn't describe the new colors I was seeing, but I learned something. As a mantis shrimp, I think I was able to see possession. Evan had a purple aura around him, while Xia had a greyish/black aura...didn't we banish Smoke?

Static filled my vision. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something outside the window. I didn't know what it was, but it frightened me bad enough to want to not be a shrimp anymore. I called to Jester, demanding he turn me back into a human. And he did. I sat on the couch and glanced at the window. My head started hurting, and my nub started throbbing. What the fuck?

Then everyone got loud.

It was too much for Xia; she had teleported herself and the materials outside. I figured I'd join her; maybe all I needed was fresh air. But in the couple of minutes it took for me to join her-

"SHE'S GONE!" I rushed back into the house, grabbing my grimoire and the hellblade. "HABIT! GET SNIFFING!" He freaked out; everyone sprang into action, following me into the woods. At some point, Jester transformed into a dog. God, that's so cool. I flipped through the grimoire, knowing I had a locator spell somewhere. There it was! The "Quick Locator" spell took more energy due to not needing herbs or spices. Taking a breath, I said the words.

Whispy-gold streams appeared, creating a path into Hollow Grove. I fucking knew it.

We followed the path to the tower, where I knocked until Raven got to us. She was limping and surprised to see me.

"XIA'S MISSING! We need help! You're the one who knows the park the best!" My eyes caught a glimpse of something large, white, and furry behind them. "Is that...DISC0RD? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY RABBIT?"

Raven shifted awkwardly, "Xia?... The little child I'm connected to? Sure...oh yeah. I found it unconscious, so I brought it up to a safer area. Hasn't woken up since."

I heard something in the distance; I must've got here before the others. Frosts' familiar voice echoed amongst the trees, "In my defense, I even told him I wasn't gonna kill him!"

Raven panicked, "Oh no.. No no no no! You are banned from Hollow Grove get the fuck out before I call the police!" Right, Frost and Jester attacked them. I felt a presence behind me.

"LOOK- RAVEN, RIGHT?" It was HABIT. "SOMETHING HAPPENED TO MY DAUGHTER...FROST IS STAYING. DON'T MAKE ME GET MEAN." The others would be catching up soon. I wondered if Jester was going to stay as a dog or turn back into a human.

Raven knew who HABIT was. I learned that she and Xia were linked in more ways than being able to feel each other's pain. I turned and watched the locator spell dissipate into the air.

"SHIT! The spell wore off. Guys, we're gonna have to stick to HABIT's nose or something until we find her." Raven said something about her coworker doing a check around the park, not knowing if she'd be here. Frost chimed in, assuring Raven that she was with me this time.

I stepped past Raven to get to DISC0RD. My hands went for my necklace, taking it off and placing it around their neck. The wedding rings bounced together, reminding me of when Abaddon and I got married. This was a promise to DISC0RD. A promise that I'd be back for them.

I think this is where I'll end this entry. I'll explain what happens next in the following entry, but I feel I've written en

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[jessybarnes]

Eight Legged Enemy

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Other Characters: Chris Evans and @madashatters18

Rating: Mature

Tags: Spiders, angst, fluff, language, pining, crying, panic, and I think that's it.

Word Count: 1,361

Beta: Just Grammarly and me

Reblog Divider by: @cafekitsune

"So, who's turn is it to pick the movie?" 

Chris looks up from his phone and gazes between you and Ang. Both of you shrug in unison.

"Honestly? I forgot," you laugh as you answer him.

"Same…," Ang adds. 

Chris rolls his eyes playfully and shakes his head, "I swear… What am I gonna do with you two? Alright. I'm gonna go make popcorn for us. You two pick something while I'm gone, okay?" 

He gets up and slides his phone in his pocket before disappearing down the hall with Dodger hot on his heels. 

Ang stands and walks over to one of the bookshelves full of Blu-ray movies.

"I'll take this one and you take the other. Then we'll compare our top three. Sound good?"

You nod and start looking through the other one. 

After a few minutes, you decide on your choices and turn to show them to Ang when something catches your eye. There, crawling down the wall is a quarter-sized spider and it makes your eyes go wide.

"Ang! Oh, my fucking god! Ew! Oh, fuck! A spider!" 

You both scream, drop the movies, and jump on top of Chris’s pool table just as he comes running back into the room with a butcher knife.

"Jesus Christ! What the fuck is goi- wait… what are you doing on my pool table? What's going on?!" 

Ang points a shaking hand to the spider that's now crawling towards Chris’s feet.

"SPIDER!"

He looks down and jumps backward, dropping the knife in the process.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Dodger! C'mon, buddy! Get it!"

Instead of getting up to help, his furbaby yawns and grunts before laying back down in his spot on the couch.

Chris glares at him before quickly looking back down at the eight-legged threat at his feet. It gets within an inch of his toes before he leaps over it and scrambles up on the pool table in between the girls.

"Okay, I am NOT killing that thing if I can help it, so… rock paper scissors?" 

You shake your head, "Listen, Evans… you may be my best friend, but honey, there is NO WAY I'm smashing that thing. Sebastian could come in here sayin' he'd kiss me and I'd still say no." 

Chris abandons the thought of being bit by one of his biggest fears and snaps his head towards you.

"I'm sorry...you what now?"

Ang snorts, "Umm you mean to tell me you didn't know she had a thing for Seabass?" 

Chris turns to his other best friend and narrows his eyes. "Uhh no...no I didn't."

Your eyes scan the room, "guys?"

It falls on deaf ears though. Clearly, your love life is more important than actually living.

"Chris, c'mon seriously. She looks at him like I look at Tom…and we've been together for four years now. It's obvious how she feels about him." 

You peek over the side of the pool table and glance at the floor, desperately looking for the spider, but it's no use, it's gone. "Guys?!"

Once again you're ignored as Chris rolls his eyes for the second time that night.

"Ang, you know I'm always the last one to find things out! You could've told me, ya know! Is Seb aware of how she feels?" 

You smack Chris’s shoulder, but he brushes you off as he waits for Ang to answer.

She bites her lip, "Actually, no, I don't think he does. She's too nervous to tell him and thinks he's way out of her league. I keep trying to tell her to nut up and make a move, but th-" 

Chris and Ang jump as you practically scream, "GUYS!!"

There are tears in your eyes as you look at them nervously. "It's gone...I don't...it…"

Ang immediately begins to look over her end of the table while Chris pulls out his phone to turn on the flashlight.

"Shh, hey, it's okay. We'll find it. Just breathe for me." 

Five minutes later you're all sitting back to back in a sort of triangle on high alert.

"I'm not sleeping until that thing is dead!" Ang says as she turns to Chris. "I mean it. I will sit here all night if I have to."

He unlocks his phone and groans, "So much for movie night. It's after eleven." 

You sigh and lean your head back, your eyes closed as you try not to panic. A few seconds go by before you suddenly feel the strong urge to open them, and the moment you do you nearly pass out. The spider is dangling above all of your heads spinning a web on the ceiling light. 

"CHRIS!"

You leap off the table and scramble backward toward the wall behind you. He and Ang both look up at the same time and scream before joining you against the hard surface.

"Okay, motherfucker...time to call in the big guns." Chris taps on his phone screen a few times before holding it to his ear. 

"Hello? Hey man, it's me...Yeah, can you come over? We have a problem… No, no, they're fine… we just uhh...we need you. Just...please?...Fifteen mins? Awesome, just walk on in when you get here. Thank you!" 

Ang raises an eyebrow, "Uhh who was that?"

Chris nods toward you and smirks, "I called Romanian Romeo. He has no issues killing spiders and I figured I'd play matchmaker too. Ya know, kill two birds with one stone." 

You sigh, "I'm literally right here guys… Plus, he doesn't like me like that so can we just focus on staying alive and making sure that thing doesn't move?" 

The next fifteen minutes are the slowest they've ever experienced, but finally, they hear Sebastian’s voice call out to them.

"Hello? Where is everyone?" 

"Down here!" Chris shouts up to him and gets up to greet him at the bottom of the stairs.

"Umm… okay, someone needs to fill me in here. Aren't you guys supposed to be watching movies? Ang looks like she is about to pass out and has Y/N been crying? Chris, what is all this? What's going on?" 

He feels embarrassed all of a sudden. He's Captain fucking America for fuck's sake and he can't even kill a spider?

"Well, we were going too but uh...I...we need...fuck, man there's a spider dangling from the fucking ceiling light. Can you just kill it for us? Please?" 

Sebastian turns around and looks up at the arachnid for a moment.

"That tiny little guy? Seriously? You called me here to kill that?"

He takes his shoe off and grabs one of the Blu-rays off the floor.

"Fine, but I'm staying...and we're playing truth or dare." 

He coaxes it onto the case and brings it down to the floor. The moment it crawls off he smashes it with his shoe making the girls scream.

"He's dead. You're all saved. Now, who's making popcorn? We need snacks and drinks to get this party started." 

Once everyone is settled on the floor in a circle Sebastian takes a sip of his drink and looks at Ang.

"Alright sweetheart, you go first. Ask someone to pick truth or dare."

She smiles and looks at Chris as he finishes a bite of popcorn. "Truth or dare?"

He considers his options as he opens a beer. "Truth."

She thinks for a moment before smiling, "Is it true you've used your Captain America shield during sexy time?"

He nearly chokes on his drink before going beet red, "Um I...maybe?" 

Sebastian cackles as the girls squeal with delight.

"Oh, my god you totally have! Christopher! Who knew you were so kinky? Ang teases. 

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up…alright my turn. Sebastian, truth or dare?"

He bites his lip and Chris sees you hone in on the movement.

"Dare! Gotta go with the dare." 

Chris rubs his hands together and cracks his knuckles. He knows his next move could go very wrong if he isn't careful. So he can only pray this goes well. 

"I dare you," he looks between the two of you for a moment before he continues, "to kiss Y/N on the lips." 

[gildedcageif]

Here's what I think so far;

the concept ★★★★★ It hooked me and that's why I'm here.

The Ros ★★★★★The M!Ros Had me on my knees.

The writing ★★★ Here's where it in my humble opinion could use some improving; The grammar seems to be Off.and that's affecting the gameplay,I understand what's it trying to say but the descriptions feels off because of it.Here's a solution I myself go with while writing my If games(Ideas just to be clear)since English is not my first language. Write the story with no concern for the grammar on the medium you usually write on( lap-paper-phone..) then write it again on phone using a writing app,I use foretelling for example ,and download Grammarly. It will spot your mistakes and will help,Not indefinitely, of course but for the most part. I'm sure there are other ones maybe even better that you can use but that's what I personally use and hasn't failed me.Also that's only my opinion and suggestion,take both as a grain of salt.

The descriptions ★★★★ They are not bad, maybe because of the grammar I feel that it too needs some improving. You have got a good vocabulary range tho and that's good!

For this one maybe make more deceptions to make us feel immersed in the story and the pain the character is going through,as for example when The MC sees the c*rpses of her mother and friend ( forgive me for I have forgot her name) ,while the friend being horribly taken care of and witnessed by the MC at such a young age,The mc is likely to be traumatized and I honestly feel like they're sad sure but not enough and certainly are not tramatized, so yeah. Or another suggestion would be to just be straight to point with not so much descriptions (you already have that but)like stating that the event had you tramatized for life ,for example; “Their Dead bodies are forever engraved in your mind, leaving you traumatized for life.”( it's bad I know but that what I immediately thought of and it matched what I'm trying to say)

again, that's just in my opinion and you're free to throw it out the window.

The game mechanics- okay this one I won't judge since you mentioned that's your first time using it and I must confess twine sounds so complicated that's why I'm sticking to choice script. But I just wanted to say that I find that when we are having a conversation with a character, the friend for example and choose a choice, it will present you with the flavour of the choice and then take you again to the choices with the same choice being not removed even though we chose it. So- yup.

and overall these problems are not something to be overly concerned about,like for the most part it's really good and I understand What's the story is telling.

Obviously, I'm not an expert in writing or anything and I'm not being humble,I just started writing this year lol. So it just what I felt and maybe the others felt another way than I did and it's just me,I just thought I will give you some feedback with solutions I could think of rather than throwing you the problem and not offering how to right it.and my opinions can be totally ignored too as like I said maybe it's Just me so yeah you're the author do what you feel it's good .

Regardless, it's not really a problem as I said and it really is just the beginning and things can improve with time so yeah that's just what I thought of the current demo !and am awaiting further updates for sure .

Good game overall ★★★★!

First of all, I want to thank you for all your helpful commentary and critique. It is clear you have put thought into this and it brings me so much joy you can't imagine.

Writing

I am also not a native English speaker so perhaps some stuff slipped through my attention. I will be sure to do a thorough spell check before the next update since I will have more time to work on it. I thank you for mentioning so I can check for it.

I will also work on improving descriptions. The writing suffered partly because I wanted to get the demo out quick enough so that people would not be disappointed. I want to generally improve many scenes and descriptions (particularly the ones close to the end).

Coding

Part of the code is placeholder until I can learn more complex tricks on twine. It is funny that you mention choicscript because at first I meant to code there, but it was really hard for me because I am a visual learner.

Regardless, I am working on rebuilding part of that code and making improvements where I can. Some will also include improving the general layout appearance and UI of the game.

Conclusion

Once again, I thank you for your thoughtful review and for all your suggestions. I am genuinely very grateful that anyone spend that much time typing and thinking about my silly little game.

So again thank you very much (I am repeating myself I know, sorry for that) and I hope you will enjoy the next update even more!

[bts5sosempire]

helloo(๑> <๑), can I ask app/website do you use to edit your fanfics, if it's okay with you? (I'm starting to write fanfics of my own and I couldn't find any app/website)

There are a lot, since I'm only using mobile version of the app(s) since it's more convenient for me to write on the get-go without bringing or opening my laptop all the time.

PureWriter (used to)

JotterPad (what I am currently using)

Grammarly Keyboard (what I am also currently using too)

Google Docs (used to)

Well, to start on PureWriter, I give it prolly a 7.5/10, I like the format and all, but the catalogs are a pain in the ass. Plus, you can't collapse a thread of your separate work, too, if you're writing for different stories. I hate trying to rearrange them in order so I kind of give up on that. It has a word reader to keep track of your word count and letters too. There are also constant updates on the app, so there are always new features being added, so I'm also not trying to keep up with that. I have the copy and paste thingy, as it double spaces my work and won't italicize or bold them correctly when needed.

For JotterPad, I give it an 8.5/10; it had its moment when I fought with it in the past. But there is an option for you to use the basic format, but you could also buy the add-ons if you wish. I may be biased, but I find it more convenient as you can link your account from Tumblr to JotterPad when transferring over whatever you're writing without the "copy and paste" type. Like PureWriter, it also had a word and character counter, so you can track how much you've written. It also gives you a statistics progress graph (like PureWriter, but in a different font, I guess). You can create folders (within another folder, again and again), which is a lifesaver, as I can separate my works into categories -> it almost works like a thread. I don't trust Tumblr enough to save in draft; the many times Tumblr ate my posts when I spend so many hours/days are agonizing.

Grammarly keyboard is a great way to use whatever app you use to write. Still, the hideous word recommendations are a thorn in the side at times when you're using an unfamiliar terminology or another synonymous that not the general audience knows. Like you fool, I'm trying to educate others and expand their vocabulary; let me do my sh*t. I say a solid 8/10, if for not the lagging it sometimes had. The app also had a desktop site, which I will not be talking about since I rarely use it. But if you do have your own words or terms, make sure to add them, or else this keyboard will auto-correct them for you.

Google docs, I'm sure I don't need to explain that here. No score.

But these are just my opinions, tho; you could try and see if they're to your liking or not; I'm sure there would be others who are willing to help you if they write a comment under the post or interact with you. Suppose I'm missing something or forgot to add.

Words of advice: block any porn bots on sight too, they could be liking and reblogging your stuff with a pfp of a hawt woman. So no hesitation. Also blank blogs.

Taggings: make sure to tag many things related to your content too. Thus, this will lead your content to be more exposed to others who like the stuff you put out that is related to their interest. You can check the "the tyrant" series I'm working on atm to see how the tagging(s) goes.

Taggings (tw): the "tw" stands for trigger warning, so if you happened to write any sensitive content that could potentially be in your series/ work, make sure to add them in your tagging if possible or add them at the very beginning of your list of content. Ex: tw frogs, tw cooties, or tw pink guy. If you don't put it, some people might stumble upon your work and unleash hell or politely tell you to edit and add tw to your work.

[100feetoffandomtrash]

I wrote this a while back. Like fuck if I remember what the hell this was gonna be for. I think it was supposed to be a vox fic? I have commitment issues though so I fully forgot it, but I found it, and it gave me a good chuckle so here you go. An unfinished hazbin wip, a songfic at that. Not ran through grammarly. Enjoy

Cause it's my problem if I want to pack up and run away

It's my business if I feel the need to smoke and drink and sway

It's my problem, it's my problem if I feel the need to hide

And it's my problem if I have no friends and feel I want to die

"Not breathing-"

"-Get those fucking paparazzi out of here-"

"AFIB- get the crash cart!"

"...Coding- charge to 200-"

"Push-"

"Charge to 300"

"Time of death 23:06"

They say that the last of your senses to go after death is your hearing. For a while you just layed there in darkness. The clicking of the cameras seemed as loud as ever. It was almost ironic, the way that even after death you couldn't find peace. That in the morning, whatever images the paparazzi had managed to get would be plastered all over the news.

The part of you left wondered what the story would be.

Would you be blasted as a junkie? There wasn't a note, figured there wasn't anyone deserving of one. Now that you really thought about it, there was no reason to care. The camera's clicking and the buzzing outside was turning into a huge jambled mess, one so loud you were sure it would have been painful if you hadn't been so strung up on opiates. Or dead. But it would be over soon. Peace would come soon.

And soon, the mess outside turned so loud, such a high pitch until there was nothing.

Part of you hoped that there would be nothing left after death. Afterlife wasn't a particularly appealing thought, not for you anyways. Your leg kicks, almost instinctively, as you feel something touch it. When you realize you shouldn't be feeling anything right now, your eyes flutter open.

Everything is red.

The sky is the first thing you notice. The redness in the sky looks unnatural. The feeling at your leg returns and you kick your leg again, crawling backwards as you search for who was touching your leg.

What the fuck.

You took enough drugs to kill yourself, not to be tripping balls. You remember dying. You remember your time of death.

So why the fuck was there a fucking furry in a garter belt only a foot away from you.

The... tiger? You feel confident in saying its a tiger persona, reaches for you again, this time more frantic and you let out a scream.

For a moment, theres a pause in the streets, then movement continues, laughs and comments of "fresh meat" thrown around as you struggle to your feet.

"Oh come on bunny, I don't bite too hard"

"Oh hell no you furry freak-!"

[wylanzahn]

Lol can you tell I forgot to look this over for errors? My wonderful Grammarly app has been down so for whatever reason I haven’t been able to use it.

But here’s some context to the Two Princes of the Forest…

Set in the lands of Alfarwind (the setting for two of my current D&D “arcs” or campaigns) two years prior to the start of “In Flame and Fire” (one of my current campaigns), it is inspired by the Ocherei/Daghish nobilities interesting in the Fyrthian Wood and the old Fyrthian culture. Rumors spread through ancient histories of untold magicks which existed within the realm of Fyrthia, however with the Daghish conquests (like thousands of years ago) they were killed off or subjugated within the Daghish Kingdoms. However, you may be wondering, why are they so important then? Well while the original culture itself has mostly died off, their descendants live in in the shadows, their magical presence still very much alive. Plus it wasn’t only the people of Fyrthia which possessed great magicks, as the inhabitants of the woods were also spirits! These spirits are thought to be Fae in origin but have adapted to the continental environment of Dulgren.

The origins of this fairy tale appear to be unknown, as Fyrthia is a rather large region within the Daghish/Ochorei courts, and it lays largely unexplored at this day and age, it’s hard to track it down to one original city or even subregion of Fyrthia. Back when Lithuria was still a realm and the lands of Dulgren had yet to know the first Fire Queen, there was a story that in common would be known as “Wards of the Wicked Grandsire,” however this tale incorporates no magical and was more of a religious tale than a supernatural account. The recounter of this tale is one Rhederon Eastfall, whom himself is not from the region, however was paid by a minor Fyrthian noble to write the fairy tale in hopes of preserving it, as well as over 20 other local tales.

Okay it’s 4:30 AM, off to work! If this gains any attention I might do another one, or at the very least edit it.

The Two Princes of the Forest

Written down by Rhederon Eastfall

Commissioned by Lord Vubralm of House Calvern

The 15th day of Alystigon of the year 432 E.I.

Once upon a time, in the old lands of Fyrthia, a forest they say, unlike any other,

For the lands, twisted and wicked from the ancientest spirits,

Whose forests are dark and foreboding and hold long-forgotten secrets,

For long, long ago, when there was no crown of Ochoreon nor Daghland,

When lands had yet to know of a Fire Queen nor of Incaedia,

When the sun and moon both held the sky,

They say the celeste up above were as purple as an indigo dye…

There was a kingdom whose name we ought and could not these days pronounce,

And in this kingdom, ‘twas ruled by a mighty sovereign,

Kind and caring to all, as was his tongue, which oft was recorded to have spoken soften,

For this mighty sovereign had two heirs, twins of a most miraculous nature,

His eldest was as kind as his elder, described as sweet, soft, and tender,

However, to the dismay of his father, his younger was truly crueler,

After becoming a ward of his grandfather,

This old man, whom the children called their grandsire,

Was a wicked man who oft’ spoke like fire,

But thus the things were and would be, up until the fall of the king, like an old and dying tree,

Dead was this sovereign, and his realm should pass to his twin sons,

The grandfather, barred by his son-in-law from the regency of office,

Would corrupt the mind of his grandson to think himself better befit for such a high-ranking role,

This is where we stand: two sons in grief, a grandsire in plotting…

And a beast knock, knock, knocking at the door.

Upon the manor gates arrived a fowl and hideous thing, a thing of unseen magicks,

When accepted at the door, the lowly servants cowered and screamed at the things ugliness,

The youngest prince, soldiers behind him, beheld the best but was too scared himself,

The lordling through tight clutched teeth told the thing to leave him be,

But the only thing the lordling heard in return was…

“Princeling, Princeling, shall you give me no quarter?

“For have you forgot the ways of old?

“One does not simply turn away a guest,

“Unless of course, you wish to make your life any shorter.”

The young prince turned away, soldiers still at the ready,

But they had thought better than attacking such a magick and wild a thing,

So after a minute or two of the most intense starring the elder prince appeared,

The beast’s wicked jaws twisted up in a smile,

Seeing a new and fresh face, he repeated his rhyme,

“Princeling, Princeling, shall you give me no quarter?

“For have you forgot the ways of old?

“One does not simply turn away a guest,

“Unless of course, you wish to make your life any shorter.”

The older of the princes thought and contemplated,

He cleared his throat, and his men awaited,

The princeling accepted the beast into his home, even to the dismay of his servants,

The beast smiled his wicked smile, thanked him, and entered,

Thus did two young princes haven a beast for a guest.

The grandsire took aside his favorite son,

Beckoning him come to his lair far from the righteous light of the sun,

He bemoaned and complained to his grandson,

“This thing, this beast, this fae abomination, this ghoulish king,

“He dare threaten us at our gates and daren’t listen to the true master of this house,

“And yet he pulled up the old rites as if we were the ones tempting fate,

“You my heir, the one true king of your father before you,

“You must take this dagger and smite the beast and your sniveling older brother.”

So the brother took the dagger, with glassy eyes,

Unseeing and unhearing to anything our true grandsire taught of no brother shall kill brother,

He snuck down the hall, he snuck down the stairs,

He snuck up corridors, and he snuck up the passageways,

Until upon he found the beast and his older brother enjoying comfort and laughter,

The younger brother sneered with disdain,

He thought, ‘How could my own blood laugh and fain?’

He took the dagger high above his head,

Prepared and ready to strike the monster dead…

Until the beast turned and caught the blade and said:

“Tsk tsk tsk, so pitiful really,

“For many call me a beast, but what I see is less pretty,

“Perhaps your heart shows a more authentic nature,

“From this day forth, you shall be forgotten,

“And your heart will show thy true self, which is something truly rotten.”

And as it said, the young princeling transformed, heavy, hairy, and heartless,

For it turned out to be a witch under a cloak of disguise,

For the young Prince would never know a day when his skin did not match his inner tone,

And for the elder prince, who was as wise as he was kind,

Would never have to fear to be misled again,

As truly wise witch joined mighty sovereign,

In a realm which they hoped should never be forgotten,

And some say it never truly is, so long as your heart is your guise on your outside.

[virginburial]

.·:*¨༺    sextape.      ♱   bucky barnes ༻¨*:·.

SUMMARY: in which you bother your upstairs neighbor or alternatively, in which you, a cam girl, try to do your job and accidentally wake up your neighbor

SHIP: fem reader!bucky barnes, FATWS bucky barnes WARNINGS: explicit content, mentions of sex work, mentions of daddy issues, explicit language, random story-telling/plot

WORD COUNT: 4.8K SONG: https://open.spotify.com/track/4rEGJ9KirDlKiOHxqVwcVg?si=a3c34ab37c7749d0

A/N: hi everyone! Buffy here, this is my first oneshot on here that will be posted on ao3 and wattpad later in the week. i know this concept is kind of unrealistic but it’s also the best idea i had for bucky bc i’m writing him for clout, it was hard to think of anything else. i apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes. forgot to mention that i’m super adhd and get my letters and grammar confused. not even accidentally dropping 144 bucks on Grammarly can save me :,)) REBLOGS, NOTES, AND COMMENTS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED !!

                                                     .·:*¨༺♱༻¨*:·.

"Alright! should we go with option one or two?"

You weren't always the outgoing type, and when you were, you were most likely in your element; but nothing could compare to how very much 'in the zone' webcamming made you. Things have been different since you were able to move on out of your childhood home; your lack of world experience hit you hard. of course, the blip added to the economic stress of it all, but you were so sure that when everyone came back, everything would be normal again, right? Something had to give. Next thing you know, you got fired from your barista job because of the workplace blip act - basically ensuring that the blipped got their jobs back. Their livelihoods. As if you haven't been scraping for your own since they all dissipated to nothing. Whatever, you were over it now. Or you presumed you were. It used to be so easy to find a job, but webcamming wasn't your final option; there was always working for the city's sewer system - yeah, fuck that.

Besides, as complicit-in-your-own-oppression being a woman may seem, the false illusion of having control over your body felt somewhat empowering. You never were big on your sexuality until you discovered webcamming, and it gave you the confidence to treasure the wonders of the sex world - sex work wasn't fun for everyone, but you were happy it was fun for you. Consider yourself privileged. It went from being scared to taking off your shirt, to randomly buying fun wigs and toys to wear and mess around with during your shows. Rent would be on the back burner as corsets and vibrators started to rack up a bill with your bank. It didn't matter, though, men were throwing money at you, and it all comes back; a complete cycle.

Sure, there were the downsides, like dealing with someone who lacked respect or was just indecent, but that was the magic of the internet or at least chaturbate.com. All you had to do was block them. You were laying it all out there, and there was nothing they could do or say to make you feel any more naked. It did hurt still. And it does ruin the overarching mood of the so-called performance-please don’t try to do that thing where you settle for webcamming over an acting career ... it's just sad. Like broadway, hecklers get ushered out, and the show always continues. Then it goes all over the place. Either way, it happens.

Nonetheless, you were still you, just with a new hobby. It's no different than being a writer or a painter, someone who got a hold of art the way they want to see it. The point is, you were still you, but you were finally home in your skin, and at the end of it all, the digital footprint will become privatized by law, so we can't snoop in on what Mark Zuckerberg or Grimes is doing. Everything matters, and it doesn't, so you go with toy number two despite the comments telling you to use toy number one. You were a tease like that, and you loved making those paypigs wait until frustration because of the payout. It was just a basic vibrator with the craziest settings imaginable. You tested it out before the show, and it already made you weak enough not even to consider it. But you did because you learned the fun way not to judge a book by its cover.

The cam girls get to have personalized websites for their business, and you took it upon yourself to make the website so very much yourself. You didn't have to pretend with your audience. think of it like MySpace. You even had a bit of having scene aesthetic to your site, but it was all centered around you. You, you, you, what would your audience ever do without you?

You slowly set the vibrator on high, the words are in Japanese, and you managed to memorize some of the characters to know what it means, spreading your legs open to reveal skimpy pink laced panties that complimented your skin color. There was already a puddle forming on the base of your panties from earlier and then throughout the day. Mainly because you and your neighbor were chatting up about the new upstairs neighbor. The man seemed disheveled and gloomy, almost like a lost puppy, and you had a thing for strays. You wouldn't say it out loud today because everyone is so political, but you liked the idea of fixing someone. You were probably projecting and wished someone would correct you, but putting all that energy into someone becoming better, helping them, that interested you. Cry for help, probably? Not like anyone could hear over the excessive amount of moaning you were doing. Either way, he looked sad; you liked sad, repressed trauma aside, you thought he was handsome. Then you let the thought of him simmer down in your mind, which was a mistake on your part, leading down to you concluding that your attractiveness towards older men was either your father's or Lana del Rey's fault. Somehow.

You began fidgeting at the sensations rolling through your body as you tried to keep your thighs from squeezing shut, but it was hard; then the sound of coin slot machines started rolling from the computer. You felt like Schrodinger's dog, the sound triggering you to shut your legs, taking deep breaths as a slight giggle left your mouth. Blood ran to your cheeks like a marathon, causing the chat to compliment how cute you looked when flustered. You peaked at your panties to notice how the puddle suddenly grew into an ocean, flopping back to your bed and turning on the vibrator again. You thought it would be funny if you teased your audience again, flipping the setting up and placing it on the base of your areola as you stared into the camera. Glittery makeup and lipstick smudged as your blonde wig threatened to fly off. You let it slowly trail down your stomach - the vibrations from your abdomen were already setting you off - steadily going down south until you heard three loud knocks on your door.

"Shit!" You whisper under your breath as the chat freaks out with you. You look at the chat and try to remain calm; this usually never happens. One; because your neighbors don't care, and two, you're never that loud. you weakly smile. "I'm going to put the show on hold, i'll be right back, Lovelies." you kiss the camera, saying it all with a defeated tone as you quickly pause the show. You grab the pink cheetah robe you've had since you were fifteen - back when you had a bit of a princess aesthetic - and ran to the door, struggling to put it on as you made sure you covered just about everything. damnit, son of a bitch cunt whore slut, the colorful words started to pile up in your mind as you reached for the front door. you have got to be fucking kidding me

in all his exhausted glory; there he is, the mysterious upstairs neighbor

he looks timid, almost like he didn't want to bother you. meanwhile, all the blood from your cheeks went directly back to your cunt. "hello, um..." he sighs softly. "I haven't really set up my bed yet; I kind of just have this mattress that's on the floor." the look in his eyes screamed 'why did I bring that up??' as you tug on your robe. "so I can hear everything, and I haven't been able to get some sleep." you heard him just fine, but you were to busy to notice what he was wearing; grey sweatpants and a black tank top; yes, he was packing. The thing that caught you the most off guard besides his sweet-raspy voice was his metal arm. You grew up in a small town with a vast military population, so you knew and had family and were friends with people who had prosthetics. His, however, was strange. The metal was much more refined, it looked very, very, very expensive. You might just be assuming, but why does a man with such a costly arm live in the dump you live in? just a thought as you avert your gaze back to him. "I'm so sorry, i'll be sure to keep the noise down... i-i don't have any guests, it's just ... me." why the fuck would you say that?! you scold yourself as the man cracks a small smile and looks down at your robe. "cool...?" he says in the same tone.

you start to fumble. "I-I'm sorry I-I dunno why I said that sometimes my mouth is faster than my brain-especially in situations like this." you ramble a bit. Make. This. Less. Awkward. I'm. Begging. You. "I'm Y/N, by the way."

The man still has the small smile he had from your confession. He seemed rather amused at how quickly you shattered in his presence. you couldn't tell if it was attractive or unbelievable how someone could look like a nirvana song. "Bucky." he introduces himself, and suddenly, the mystery is solved; his name is Bucky. he then points to the wig struggling to stay on your head. "I'm guessing you're ... cosplaying is the word, right?" he takes a pause. "cosplaying Hannah Montana-" "-oh no no no." you take off the wig, revealing your loose and messy bun/braids, a few pieces of your hair falling to your face as you, in sitcom fashion, throw the wig to the side. "I'm... I'm an actress," you say confidently. You two just kind of stand there looking at each other before your maternal instincts kick in, it's midnight, and he looks tired. You bite your lip hesitantly. "come in, I can make you some tea. It's the least I can do for waking you up." you open the door a little for him, not giving him a chance to reject you as you reveal how snug and perfect the robe fit around all your curves. he noticed that. And just like that, he strolls into your home.

You go to the kitchen, your thighs rubbing with every step - just reminding you that you were still on the clock and that you were still very, very, very desperate for some touch. You just had to make Bucky some tea now, did you? You grab the sleepytime tea box that sat elegantly on your microwave and fill the mug with the words; "maybe swearing will help" printed with water. Making tea was damn near ritualistic. You can't help but feel Bucky's presence, though. Lurking in the shadows and looking at all the fun knick-knacks you collected. You turn to him. "so, you from New York?" you ask.

he nods. "Brooklyn born and raised. I just came back from living in Wakanda for some time. Also spent a little time here and there..." no actual specifics besides Wakanda and Brooklyn. "you from Brooklyn?" he asked, but you shook your head. "small-town girl, I'm from the south. I moved up here during the blip." you explained. Bucky nodded. "to become an actress? Like on broadway?" he asks.

He remembered your white lie. How sweet. You squeeze your thighs a little and gulp. "n-no." you laugh a little. "I came here to get away from losing my brother in the blip and start school. I'm studying biochemical engineering. I wanted to study theatre and the arts, but my dad told me that it was a waste of a college education and that he wouldn't pay if I went and did theatre. but now that my brother is back, he can focus on ruining his life instead of mine..." you ramble a bit before seeing the look on Bucky's face. he was intrigued at the little spice you were able to throw in the conversation. you bite your lip. "sorry, I shouldn't be trauma dumping on you like that...dad's, yknow?" he nods in agreement. "but i've always wanted to be an actress-"

"so, you're not an actress? you're a biochemical engineer student?"

You feel a pang of guilt for lying, but you realize now that you should probably tell him, considering that he's your neighbor, and warn him about the cons of your newfound profession, such as the noise and noise complaints. you scrunch your nose and tilt your head to the side. "I am, but not in the traditional sense ... I'm a porn actress, webcam, actually. I started a couple of months ago after losing my job after the blip." you keep it short and sweet, turning over to the microwave to fetch him his tea before turning back around, you didn't want to see his reaction, but you did, and he looked relatively unfazed. Most men scream and run in the other direction, weak, but Bucky... doesn't care. You decide to change the topic. "what about you? why are you here?"

"...I was in the Army, just came back to get my life back on track, have to do court-mandated therapy now. I should hate it, but a small part of me is glad I'm going." court-mandated therapy? no wonder he's unfazed by a cam girl. "I'm sorry, I know what pornography is, but you said you did webcamming? what...is that?"

you narrow your eyes at him. "you...don't know what caming is?"

He shakes his head. "nope. I'm old-fashioned, don't even have those fancy smartphones." he says as he pulls out a Nokia. "holy shit." you say as he beholds the ancient relic. this was going to be good. Suddenly, you felt your clit throb as he glanced at your robe; you couldn't help but want to show him. You suddenly remembered all the thoughts you left on the back burner about him, simmering down until it boiled and exploded. You were at your boiling point,.your cheeks turned red as you pulled out your phone, going to your site as he keeps staring at you. he could tell, he could tell that you were holding out; considering that you were standing right in front of him and you had your legs crossed. You didn't want to show him your old shows, but at the same time, you didn't want to show him anyone else. If he was going to watch, it had to be you somehow. You pressed on your most recent one from two days ago, skipping ahead before showing off yourself in a sexy nurse costume. You pull the phone away before he gets to peek, though. "you sure you want to see this?" you asked for his consent.

bucky nervously laughs, his smile suddenly getting cheeky as he rubs his chin. "I mean, Y/N, you're showing me pornography-not like I haven't seen it before." his smile slowly turns to a smirk. He was so shy at first, maybe you said too much, overspilled, but no, that wasn't the case. he wasn't getting comfortable with you. He was somewhat charming you. or at least, appeared that way. "cmon, you can show me." he smirks softly at you.

Fuck. Me.

Without hesitation, you show him. You could see his pupils dilate right away, his cheeks getting a little pink as Bucky... studies you. He's not engaging in the content, just analyzing it like an accountant. He holds the phone and observes as you start to feel hot, skin sizzling-almost like a hot flash of some kind-as his eyes follow your every move. he glances over at you. "arent your other neighbors concerned about how loud you are?" he asks almost mockingly, teasingly, but he was serious. You shake your head as your moans echo throughout your apartment. "my neighbor on the left is my best friend from middle school, who told me I should look into this. The neighbor on the right is Miss Chen. She's hard of hearing; I told her I had a cat. and the neighbor across the hall, Amelia, is a flight attendant. Lucky, right?" you try to pause the video, but Bucky is mesmerized by your movements. "so all you do is...sit in front of a camera naked? And people just give you money? And it's live? How...innovative." he said like it piqued his interest. you began to laugh nervously as you finally managed to pause it. he could see it, how visibly nervous you got around him. he furrowed his eyebrows. "why so shy? You weren't earlier." his eyes told you everything you needed to know.

You decide to play his game. "first of all, it's not just sitting in front of a camera and looking pretty. Second of all...whatever happened to being old-fashioned? aren’t you going to buy me dinner first before you look at me that way?"

Bucky looks down a bit bashfully, handing you back the phone as you start to question his motives. "is the real reason you came down here was to quiet me down? or something else?" you ask. You had to have asked. You were okay with whatever answer, though. He's hesitating, though, Bucky glances back at you. "well, it's hard for me to sleep regardless, thought I'd be more tired if I came down here then go back up, but I'm wide awake...why? Were you hoping I came down here because you were moaning like that?" he asked. The conversation was starting to cross the rhetorical-question-turned-confession territory. A small part of you wanted to say yes; ever since he moved in last week, you'd cross paths with him, and he'd stay on your mind. But hooking up with your upstairs neighbor? Webcamming was one thing; being with someone, after how lonely the blip was, was another thing. but something about Bucky made your stomach turn into Simone Biles; flips and tricks and jumping through hoops at the mention of or the glances from Bucky. "...moan like what?" you raised an eyebrow, smirking.

Bucky seems hesitant, maybe he didn't want the conversation to continue, but it wasn't until he was staring at the space between your chest did it hit you that maybe he was too shy to make a move. Yet, he looked so eager, something was holding him back. You realized you weren't the only nervous person here. But you had to try, and you had to try to get him. You lean in a little closer. "cmon Bucky, why so shy? You weren't earlier." you mocked him, playfully teasing him as you slowly grabbed his hand. "may I?" you asked him. It only felt right. he nodded his head and watched as you guided his hand down to your core, his calloused fingers running against your inner thigh as you slowly humped on his hand, rubbing your clothed cunt on his rough palms as a soft moan left your lips. he looked at you in awe, almost like he couldn't believe you were real. You keep a steady pace as you hold onto his shoulders, smiling a little at him because his reaction was priceless. "did it sound like that?" you innocently asked as lust glazed over your eyes.

He lets out a shaky breath. "oh .. fuck..." he said in a throaty tone.

You watched him crumble as he grabbed you and smashed your lips against his, teeth hitting teeth as you eagerly kissed him back, his hand staying still on your cunt as its presence set you off. The first thing Bucky does is undo the loose knot on your robe; it's almost like that's what he wanted to do the moment you answered the door. He reveals your breasts, his sweet kisses never breaking from the fact that you were naked besides your wet panties. Your jaw starts to buckle and hurt as your bottom lip turns red from the friction. Bucky pulls away, practically panting as he delicately brushes your hair behind your ear. You can't help but notice that Bucky was still a gentleman in all the tension. Even if you wanted him to pound you. You could tell this was a little unorthodox for him; maybe he truly was old-fashioned, but also very touch starved. You pull him closer by the waistband of his sweatpants, your hand slowly wandering down to his expanding tip as your index and thumb rub it. You could physically see Bucky relax into your touch as he latches on to your neck; soft kisses on your neck before going completely animalistic on your chest.

You let out a soft whine before grabbing his face and passionately kissing him, your thighs squeezing around his hand. You pull away from him, both of you panting as you hold his warm hand, noticing a thin coat of your wetness before dragging him into your room. A piece of you wanted him to bend you over the counter, but you voted against it. that's when Bucky's eyes landed on the computer. "...is it live-?" he asks. You shake your head; webcamming was your thing; it didn't mean it had to be Bucky’s. But Bucky surprises you. for a man who ‘didn't know’ how to use a laptop; he sure worked his way around it. You - laying in your bed and squeezing your thighs, raise an eyebrow and laugh. "what are you doing?" you giggled.

"hitting two birds with one stone."

He quickly finds the GO LIVE button and moves away from the frame, leaving you front and center, watching the views roll in from your loyal fans as Bucky grabs you by your chin and kisses you lustfully. You could feel your skin cry for him as your knees got weak; the kiss was out of the frame, Bucky made sure of it because, god, it would be embarrassing if anyone there recognized him. It wasn't long before you flopped down on the bed and spread your legs for him like magic. You didn't know if it was because he looked like a movie star during the golden age of Hollywood or because of how mysterious he was, but Bucky made you weak. So weak that you didn't care if this was the first and last time he would touch you. You feel his rough fingertips slowly slide off the panties you've soaked, seeing your hole overfilled with your wetness. Bucky slides his warm hand in between your folds, causing you to jerk your hips slightly, trying to keep them down as your chest starts to rise.

Bucky lets out a dry chuckle. "you're sensitive, how...cute." he mocks you.

The disgusting thing about it is that you liked how he mocked you, watching you squirm as he spits down on your clit, saliva hanging from his lips as he leans down and slips his tongue in your mouth. You open your jaw a little more so he could explore your mouth, watching him pull away before feeling the freezing metal from his other arm hit your clit at full force. At this point, that's where your heartbeat was, and the cool metal was making it worse. You gasp and let out a quiet moan as you look into Bucky's eyes; he knew that would get you. watching as you shut your thighs around his arm, he roughly pries them open. "I don't think so." he damn-near growls at you. a chill ran up your spine before feeling two cold fingers slam into your hole, your walls closing in on his index and middle finger as he holds it there. What a fucking tease. your clit was begging for attention as he looked down at you. "not so talkative now, huh?"

You arch your back, practically offering him your body as your eyes beg him to move his fingers, but he doesn't. he keeps them there to remind you of how helpless you indeed were. Not like you didn't know; you were vulnerable for him for a whole week. He slowly moves his fingers out of you, carefully rubbing them on your bottom lip before you eventually obliged and sucked them dry. The sound of coin slot machines echoed in the room as you shakily closed your legs, squeezing them shut before feeling your chest heave - you were already orgasming? To be fair, you have been teasing yourself for a good hour before Bucky waltzed in. a deep moan left your mouth as your thighs shook and coated themselves in your cum. Your back was getting sweaty as your cheeks turned bright pink. Bucky watched as your body compulsed. You could tell he loved the show but was disappointed that it wasn't him making you shake like that.

Bucky watched as your body tried to maintain itself, finally calming down after your rolling orgasm as the sound of coin slot machines went crazy. You weren't letting yourself catch a break as you felt your clit throb for more. That's when you felt Bucky move—dragging you off to the edge of the bed and sitting down. Having you lay across his lap. You've seen and read enough porn to know exactly what was going on and obliged happily. You watched him slowly take off his tank top before making it into a ball and stuffing it in your mouth; a makeshift gag, if you will. Your right-hand touched his chest and feels him up as he keeps you in a comfortable position. Now, you couldn't think about the timid and traditional man that came knocking so he could get some sleep; your mind bombarded with thoughts of the eager and somewhat perverted sweetheart that was helping you relieve yourself after pulling you away.

His hand hits your ass hard, and you gasp and whine in pain, feeling your body tense up as he smacks it again. The noises from the laptop ringing again made you want to follow through on your habit, so bucky spreads your legs and then spanks you, hitting your ass and cunt with full force. Moans with hints of pain muffled through your gag. he seems amused, seeing your clit turn red and raw from the amount of spanking he did; you shake and quiver every time he spanks you and misses; which is often. By then, you were already horny again. Bucky stuffs three fingers in you unexpectedly, causing you to let out a loud moan. His warm hand goes to your mouth, covering it and shoving the gag deeper into your mouth, causing the fabric to tickle your throat and gag reflexes. Tears come to your eyes as Bucky decides to tease you by leaving them in there. again.

You feel the walls close in on his fingers and ache for them to move, so when he finally does drive them, you feel a wave of euphoria hit you. He curled his fingers as the metal slid in and out of you, causing you to spill out in moans. You were almost glad he improvised a gag because it would be embarrassing if your neighbor, Miss Chen, realized you didn't have a cat. Your heartbeat begins to steady itself, something you were grateful for before Bucky places his cold thumb on your clit and rubbed you like he was playing a scratch-off lottery ticket. It felt like a dam broke between your thighs as you wiggled and tried not to give in so quickly. But you couldn't help it. He was overstimulating you to the extreme.

Your thighs begin to shake as a tear or two rolls down your cheek from how overwhelming it felt, but you couldn't imagine yourself being anywhere besides his lap. Feeling him spread you out and spank you as you wiggle more and more for his touch, even if your clit was starting to swell up. Bucky was too preoccupied with you that he probably didn't notice how hard he was getting; your right-hand slides over to his clothed cock as you gently squeeze it, hearing a soft but deep groan as Bucky leaves another red and purple mark on your ass. "take my fingers first, then we'll see." he raspily tells you, but you knew you weren't going to last long. You longed to have him inside of you.

And he knows.

he knows you won't last that long either, maybe he's alluding to round two? not that you had the energy to think coherent thoughts as a tsunami wave of pleasure hits you. heavy breaths as your chest rises and falls flat, as you creamed all over his hand, your cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson as his curled fingers hits the right spot one last time. if heaven was a place on earth, it was on this man's lap. you look at him, your eyes glossed over and your cheeks red as Bucky pulls out the balled up tank top out of your mouth. you pant and looked over to your laptop screen, seeing the money you made rack up more and more. speechless, you glimpsed at bucky before planting a sweet kiss on his lips, only for him to glance at you and say:

"guess I can finally sleep now."                                                    .·:*¨༺♱༻¨*:·.

[lilith-little-world]

Could you please write some domestic headcanons for reader and wukong? Love your story btw^^ (or more like the concept lol)

Awww thank you, I wanted to do a slight twist to the isekai trope that explains how the reader got transported to another world. Although, the reader is far from the only one. She just happens to survive the transmigration... Kind of. I'm honestly kind of excited to start writing the first chapter soon. It's going to be one hell of a ride.

Now to those domestic headcanons, hope there are no spelling errors, I manage to break my Grammarly keyboard every single time I write something-

(Don't you dare judge the quality I was rushing through so badly then I realized I forgot how to fucking draw. I'm going to post some art here, it's going to be meh quality just until I get used to drawing again.)

- At first, it took a good while for you guys to settle down in one place. With you enjoying the urban lifestyle. Since it made visiting shops, friends, and just having a fun day out way easier. Wukong prefers to be isolated, his only interactions being mostly with Mk and you. However, after Wukong complains for the 100th time, you move to Flower Fruit Mountain under the condition he takes you out every few days into the city and that your friends can come and visit every once in a while.

- Surprisingly, he tries to renovate and spruce things up. House feeling a little small? Want a room for your things specifically? He and his clones will start making preparations (Also maybe ask Mk and the gang for help on what exactly to do and if he's desperate enough, he'll ask DBK for some advice.) Slowly but surely, the once small hut becomes more home-like. Then when you're both satisfied, he'll move on making the pathway to the house to the entrance of the waterfall. Cleaning up any debris or rumble of pillars and crumbling murals of the past. It was by your constant nagging that he restores it, getting rid of vines and moss.

- Other than wandering around or chilling at the house you literally have nothing to do. As much as it was a nice thought of spending most of the day doing your hobby, you physically don't have enough willpower to do it every day. One day while laying around, you noticed how dusty and unorganized the house truly was. So that is how you got stuck with cleaning and keeping things organized. Yet that didn't stop there, you noticed small things like a creaky loose floorboard. That you managed to fix after searching for how to on your phone. The sink isn't draining properly, drain cleaner is already on the need-to-buy list. The problem still not solve, time to put in some elbow grease and hope you won't get too dirty.

- However, you're definitely not touching his little hoard that he has been collecting over the centuries. The last thing you want is to release some ancient curse or break something that was once important.

- He can't cook, don't even try to make him, you don't want another fire, so get that cookbook open and pray you made something edible. Over the months you had gotten better, but there's much to improve. Yet, complete failure or not, Wukong still tries it out since he is immortal, it won't kill him, and the last thing he wants is for you to get seriously sick from food poisoning. If the food was not edible, then he's either going to get takeout or you both are going out to eat, give him a few minutes to throw up the abomination you created out his stomach.

- It's only fair that he washes the dishes. You make breakfast, lunch, and dinner, it's the least he can do. (That's if he still suffers from food poisoning, it's your turn to wash the dishes.) He picks up around the kitchen, any produce you left out back in the fridge. Spices in the cupboard in their usual spots. He knows you do a lot around the house, so it's now his turn to help.

- There's one chore you both do together, it's washing and putting the clothes away. You separate the clothing in their respective pile, while Wukong loads the washer. Whoever hears the washer finishes, loads the dryer, (cough you cough). Then when the loads are done, you guys come together and fold the clothes. While watching tv to pass the time. Although Wukong likes to make a big scene whenever he grabs your underwear or bra, it was only natural that you do the same with his boxers. You guys now know each other's undergarments and clothes sizes after that. Well, it makes shopping easier.

- Wukong kept his word and takes you to the city, and if you want a vacation away from the mountain. He got a temple ready to stay at and landmarks to show you. Over the years, he saw many things and wants to show you all of them. He never liked big crowds, so going to festivals was never his thing until he finds out you enjoy it. Well, looks like he's hanging out with the gang in the city, yaaay... Just make sure you're beside him for a good portion of the time there.

- He was a little hesitant about inviting the gang to the house, but he couldn't say no to both the student that he considers like his own son, Mk and his darling lover, the love of his life, you. In all honestly, Mk and you had already planned a day to bring the group over, and you guys decided to tell him last minute. Even though he would like a heads up, so he can reject the idea, strangely the simian doesn't mind. He had nearly forgotten that the mountain could feel so... warm and lively.

- Just be warned now that he has you beside him 24/7, this touch-starved monkey will be cuddling and kissing you, the first chance he gets. Don't fall for his tricks, he's a sneaky one.

- You made a small habit to groom his fur. Running your fingers through, him relaxing within your hold. If there's a comb or brush, you will get out any tangles or knots. His fur is now soft and fluffy and he is ready for pets and cuddles. You like to spoil him once in while.

- You guys hardly argue or fight, there was a time you even feared that the honeymoon phase will be over and then reality will hit. Yet it hasn't, maybe because Wukong is actually trying to be a better person so he can stay by your side. Also, he saw you angry once and he will do anything not to get on your bad side... again. Wukong tries to get your thoughts first and asks for people's advice, though he still has trouble speaking his ideas or thoughts. Being alone for centuries will do a lot of damage to a person’s psyche.

- So things are pretty peaceful, Wukong is opening up more and you managed to have a happy life despite the odds being against you. Now it's time to answer the question, will you become immortal and join Wukong for eternity, or prolonged/have your regular human lifespan? Sadly, Wukong wouldn't be able to handle your death. It will take all of his last remaining time to ever move on...

Wait a minute-

[lovegoodfics]

matching grins- part two to summer affairs

read part one here

word count: 4.1k

summary: after your interaction with james at harry’s summer party, neither one of you forgot about what you hadn’t yet finished.

warnings: age gap (all characters are of consenting age), unprotected sex (be smart kids!), dom/sub roles, cursing, choking, slight overstimulation, cheating, hard scratching (james’ back), use of petnames, degradation, loss of virginity, squirting, minimal aftercare.

a/n: once again written on a long flight so i’m sorry if it’s not super great! i manually edited it also because i don’t have internet connection to use grammarly or anything, so i’m sorry if there’s typos or if i fuck up the grammar. hope u like it and hope it was worth the wait :) p.s: feel free to send in requests!

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After that hot summer afternoon, you had only seen James twice. Once at King’s Cross as James and Lily saw Harry off to Hogwarts, and once more when your friend group got together over the Holidays. It wasn’t a rare occurrence to visit the Potter’s over breaks, as your friend group was very close and Harry’s parents were just so generous to host you all.

Their generosity- James’ generosity- had crossed your mind often since Harry’s 16th birthday party. Since returning to Hogwarts, you had been with a few boys in Gryffindor and Ravenclaw to try and fill the hole that James had opened up inside of you, but nothing felt quite as good as James. There was just something about your experience with James that made it all feel so good. Obviously he was experienced and particularly talented in that area, but maybe it was him being older, the nonchalance he had about the whole thing, the scandal of it all, or the secrecy. Whatever it was, you were obsessed and craved, no, needed more.

“What’s on your mind?” Hermione asked with a suspecting look on her face. Just then you realized you had been stirring your drink and staring into the fire for far too long, you probably looked crazy.

“Oh! Nothing, just thinking about the upcoming semester. I know how much you hate it, but I’m really looking forward to Divination. I heard 6th years get to start practicing prophecy reading,” you quickly came up with a diversion, knowing how much Hermione hated Divination and how much she loved to complain about it.

“Oh don’t get me started, Y/N. That woman is mad, really! If you’d like to hear my opinion, I think it’s more of a class where we play along with her game of makebelieve!”

“Believe me, Hermione, we’ve heard your opinion about it. Dozens of times,” Ron interjected, coaxing a small laugh out of you and Dean.

You were all sat around the coffee table in front of the fireplace on the second floor of Harry’s house. Getting together for weekends over break was much easier once Hermione figured out how to get you all muggle telephones, or cellphones, as she referred to them.

You had no problem learning to use the device, but Ron’s literacy with muggle technology was laughable. If he could manage to even send a text, it would be in all caps and filled with numbers and symbols, making it completely unreadable.

Harry reappeared in the doorway after going downstairs to help Lily with something, asking “Does anyone want anything to eat? My mom wont leave me alone until someone says yes.” He looked embarrassed, causing a laugh out of the group scattered across the room. You all responded in a chorus of “Yes!” “Sure” and nods of heads through your laughter.

“Thank Merlin,” he sighed, disappearing down the stairs again.

You returned to your conversation with Hermione and Ron until a voice and figure in the doorframe knocked the wind out of you.

There James stood, feet away from you, holding a tray of cheese and crackers and a few bags of other snacks under his arm. You couldn’t decide where to look- his face illuminated by the fire, making him look like a Greek God, his massive hands that took up half of the tray he was holding, his veiny and muscular forearms that were revealed under his rolled up sweater and button-up shirt, or the easy smirk resting on his face, the one he always had. He rested the tray and the bags on the coffee table, gently pushing aside a few of your cups to make space for the ridiculous amount of snacks Lily had obviously sent him to bring.

As he nudged your cup to the side, it toppled over and it’s contents spilled all over your front.

“Shit!” you exclaimed, standing up and reaching for the stack of napkins on the table to attempt to dry the mess off of your clothes.

You looked up meekly, “Sorry for the language, Mr. Potter.” You remembered when he scolded you for both your language and calling him Mr. Potter at your last, and only, rendezvous, and you hoped he would be reminded of the same.

If he did remember, he didn’t show any sign of it in his face or body language as he quickly, but much more carefully, placed the tray finally on the table.

“Y/N! I’m so sorry!” James apologized, also reaching for a few napkins to help dry you off. The feeling of his hand brushing your abdomen even through the napkin made you shudder.

James noticed the chill that ran through your spine and for the first time since the incident, looked up at you with acknowledgment of your history in his face.

Although you had only seen it once before, the gleam of mischief in his eyes was all too familiar to you. “Y/N, why don’t you come with me? I know we have a shirt or something for you to change into, I’d hate to see you sit in these wet clothes for the rest of the night.”

You almost questioned why you couldn’t just use a drying spell before his hand on your lower back ushered you out of the room, just like he had the previous summer.

He silently led you up another flight of steps and down a corridor until you reached a bedroom. The journey to this bedroom felt half an hour long, though realistically it probably took you less than a minute to get here.

“Okay, I know Lily has some stuff that’s too small for her in here, as well as some things that you kids have left behind here over the years. Harry’s cousin also has some things here, you could pick one of those-“

With more confidence this time around, you were the one to interrupt James. “Mr. Potter, did we really come up here to find a new shirt? If that’s the case I can really just use a drying spell.”

The snark in your voice did not pass by James. “I’ve told you how I feel about being called Mr. Potter. Watch the attitude.”

“Sorry, Sir.” You taunted the word at him, using it in a mocking tone rather than one of sincerity.

Before you could blink, James’ hand wrapped around your throat and pushed you into the nearest wall.

“What did I say about the fucking attitude, princess?” He growled, letting his hot breath hit the side of your ear, causing a shiver to run its way down your spine. Your face turned to the side, shying away from James’ aggressive dominance.

“Or do you like being a fucking brat? Think being a brat will get you what you want?” A whine escaped your lips as he talked down to you, a fire sparking in the area between your belly and your groin.

“Answer me,” He growled.

“Yes!”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Good fucking girl.”

He released the iron grip he had on your throat, leaving you scrambling for a breath of air.

His arm snaked under the skirt and tights you had on and into your underwear, feeling between your folds. “Anybody touch this pussy since I have?”

You knew better than to not answer or lie. In your current state, you knew any lie would be obvious.

“Yes, Sir.”

“How many?”

“Just a few.” A snarl from him had you quickly correcting yourself. “Three! Two Gryffindors and a Ravenclaw Boy!”

“Fucking Slut.” He drew his hand out of your panties and you whined at the loss of contact.

“Anybody fuck you?”

“No! No, Sir!”

“Ever?”

“No Sir!”

“Good.”

He grabbed a fist full of your hair from the back of your head and yanked it so he had access to your neck.

“What did those boys do to you?”

You were taken aback by the question, not really sure what he was asking or which answer he was looking for. “What?”

He released a sultry, sinister laugh before responding, “Cmon baby girl, don’t act stupid with me. How did they touch you? Give me every detail.”

You gulped, trying to remember each of the ways the boys at Hogwarts had been with you. They all weren’t very good, and only one of them had even made you cum, so it’s not like the experiences were incredibly remarkable or memorable. His hot breath and lips on your neck didn’t make the act of thinking any easier as he bit and kissed around your jaw.

“Uhm. The uh- the boy from Ravenclaw just kind of- he kind of fingered me I guess?”

“You guess?”

“No, Sir. He fingered me.” It was hard to maintain confidence and a steady voice as his hand dipped back into your panties and one of James’ large fingers was pushed inside of you.

“The others?” He asked, still nipping at your neck and slowly thrusting his curled single digit in and out of you. As James hit just the right spot inside of you with the tip of his finger, a sharp bite on the nape of your neck drew your answer out of you.

“Sorry! Uh- one just kind of ate me out. The other boy he…”

“He what?” He added another digit and his fingers increased in pace.

“He played with my clit.” You couldn’t believe the dirty words coming out of your mouth, and how the embarrassment of saying them somehow made this whole thing even hotter.

“Please, Sir! I need to cum!”

“Fucking hold it. Those boys make you cum like I can?”

“No, Sir!”

He snorted, still speaking into the area where your earlobe met your neck and the side of your head. “They make you cum at all?”

The blush on your cheeks deepened as you admitted to James that only one boy had made you cum, and it wasn’t very good anyway.

“Nobody touches this pussy like I can.”

“Nobody! Nobody, Sir! Merlin…” You were merely moaning out your incoherent thoughts at this point, walking a fine line between maintaining your composure and collapsing into an orgasm under James’ ministrations.

He placed the pad of his thumb on your clit, just firmly holding it there for a moment before beginning to move it in slow, painfully slow, stroking motions.

“How did he play with your clit? Did he go fast or slow? Did he make you feel this good?”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you tried to process his words, the knot pleasure that sat heavily in your lower abdomen, and what answer would get you what you desperately needed all at once.

“He- he went fast! Please, please let me cum!” Tears were welling up in your eyes at this point, it practically hurt trying to ignore the overdue orgasm that was begging to be let go.

A deep, possessive grunt came from his chest, his fingers speeding up ever so slightly as he whispered, “Tell me I make you feel better than any of those other boys. Tell me this pussy is mine, and you can come.”

The effect all of James’ words had on you was almost laughable. He could say just about anything to you right now and it would only make your pussy clench tighter around his fingers. “James, God! It’s yours! It’s yours, only yours. Make me feel so good. Please, please, Sir, I’m going to cum!”

“Cum.”

The electricity that traveled through every nerve and neuron in your body, spreading from your core, through your limbs, and into your fingers and toes was other worldly. You thrashed against James’ tight grip on you as you rode through one of the most intense orgasms you’d ever had- and you knew it would not be the final one of the night.

Giving you just a moment to catch your breath and float back down to earth, James took a step back from you, taking off his sweater and leaving only his rolled up button-up shirt. The way the fabric hugged his every muscle in his arms and abdomen left little to the imagination, but then again, so did this encounter.

Not wanting to appear ungrateful or as if you didn’t want to take anything any further, you also discarded your sweater and began to unbutton your jeans and slide them down your legs as James spoke up once again. “You gonna let me fuck you, baby?”

Although his words were dominant and seductive as always, his tone was slightly softer. You knew this was him making sure you fully consented and that this is something you wanted first. He may have been fucking a woman 20 years younger than him but he wasn’t cruel.

Instead of answering him with words, as you knew he preferred, you instead fully kicked your jeans and panties off of your legs and opened them as you leaned back against the small desk that was previously beside you both.

With your legs spread and your pussy presented for open viewing to him, you looked him in the eyes and whispered, “Please. Please come fuck me, Sir.”

“Fuck,” He swore, and you could’ve sworn you saw his pupils double in size and a bit of drool form between his lips before he was ripping off his belt and rushing over to you, desperate to finally be inside of you as he wished he could have been months ago.

He knelt before you and licked a firm line up the center of your folds, coaxing a bolt of electricity to make its way through your core. Just as he was about to put his fingers back in, you spoke up. “Please, don’t need t’ be stretched out. I can take it. Please, please fuck me.”

You were practically crying at this point, never having experienced this intense desperation before. You swore if his cock wasn’t inside you in the next 30 seconds, you may pass out from the denial of your body’s cravings.

Normally, James would uphold his dominant persona and tease you about being such a slut and so desperate for his cock. However, with you on display so prettily for him and the slight sound of your wetness clenching around air, he was as much of a slave to his desires as you were.

He dropped his pants and boxers in one swift motion and lined up his cock with your entrance. “You ready, darling?”

“Yes, sir.”

“It’s going to hurt at first, let me know if we need to stop.”

James’ constant switching between a cold, controlling dominant and the sweet, loving person you had always known him to be had you nearly falling head over heels for him, even if it was just sexually and in the moment.

He pushed himself into you, and immediately his fingertips dug much too harshly into your hips, the tips of them turning white from how strong his grip was. You drank up the pain as if it were the first Butterbeer of Autumn, and reveled in the overwhelming feeling of being stretched in a way you never had before.

After a moment, you tapped his shoulder and croaked out a simple “Move, please.”

“Such nice manners, anything for you princess.” He slowly began to thrust in and out, trying his best to maintain control over himself as to not hurt you and end this fantasy early.

Your eyes shut and your mouth turned into a shape that resembled something between a moan and a grimace as you took in the burning of his thrusts. In the most complex terms your brain could fathom at the moment: it hurt so good.

The stretching and burning slowly started to subside into pleasure as his slow, controlled thrusts persisted, his hot breath fanning over your neck.

“More,” you moaned out, your hands grasping tight around the back of his shoulders and your nails digging into the skin on his back. James let out an involuntary moan of relief as he was able to let down his guard of self-control and fuck you as he had always dreamed.

His thrusts immediately picked up in pace, and his cock brushed past your g-spot and slammed into your cervix repeatedly. The first time his cock hit your spongy cervix you let out a scream of both agonizing pain and please, which was instantly muffled by James’ large, calloused hand.

“Be fucking quiet, gonna let the whole fucking house know you’re a whore.”

The snide, dominant James that had dissappeared as your virginity was first being taken was back. His hand moved from your mouth to your throat and pinned you against the wall behind you, cutting off most of your air circulation.

“Merlin, you’re so fucking wet. So tight, fuck! This is my pussy.” He shoved his other hand deep into your throat, making you violently gag at the unexpected intrusion. As quickly as his fingers had appeared in your mouth, they had left, finding a new place on your clitoris. He harshly rubbed your clit back and forth with every fingertip on his right hand, and if it weren’t for the pressure against your windpipe and arteries preventing any noise (or air), you would have outright screamed.

“C-cum! cum, cum, cum…” was all you could manage to blubber out with the lack of air you had and the fog in your brain only growing thicker.

“Cum, angel. Make a mess.” Just as your climax was about to peak, James removed his hand from your throat. The rush of much needed air into your body combined with the endorphins that had flooded your nervous system like a dam break had your vision of James’ floppy hair and sweaty shoulder turn into green and black dots.

You snapped back into consciousness moments later, your eyes having trouble readjusting to light. Once your eyes refocused you looked down to where James’ cock was still brutally entering you and saw a clear, milky ish substance covering both of your lower halves.

James must have noticed your brief pause of confusion as he spoke up, “Y’ squirted. Who else can make you feel that fucking good? Who else can make a virgin squirt?”

One more rough thrust, once again, drew an immediate answer out of you.

“Nobody! Nobody else! You sir!”

He was beginning to get sloppy and his rhythm was no longer as precise, although the intensity of his thrusts never faltered. Honestly, they may have either increased or he had just fucked you to a point of painful sensitivity.

“M’ gonna cum,” he grunted, marveling at the continuation of your nails harshly running down the skin of his back.

“Not in me,” You quickly spoke. As much as you would have loved for James to claim you as his own, realistically it would be disastrous.

He harshly pulled out, and the loss of motion and stretch of your pussy made you let out a sharp, involuntary whine.

With two quick jerks of his fist, he came all over your lower belly and pubic mound, his semen mixing with the liquid from your earlier orgasm.

He collapsed back on top of you for a minute. You both just lay there, sweaty bodies intermingled, trying to catch your breath and make sense of what just occurred.

After a minute had past, James slowly stood up, reaching around for his glasses that had been discarded during sex without your noticing. Once he managed to feel for his glasses and put them on his face, he grabbed some sort of cloth that you didn’t care to decipher from the closet and gently wiped your abdomen and thighs clean from the cum that was beginning to dry and stick.

He cleaned himself up, pulling up his own boxers before putting your panties back up your legs. You deeply appreciated that he was taking a bit more care of you afterwards this time, as you don’t think you’d be able to successfully put everything back on in the state your body was in.

You were dazed off a bit, not really paying much attention to much else when you heard James let out a short string of profanities under his breath. You looked up to him, and then over to what his gaze was fixated on. In the mirror, you were both able to see the near gashes you left in his back with your nails.

“I’m really sorry…” you trailed off, looking down at your lap. The once confident composure you had built up during sex had vanished, and you were as shy and as embarrassed as you ever were around him.

“No, no, it’s hot! Just gotta figure out how to cover em up.” He reached for his wand that remained in the pocket of his jeans, crumpled up on the floor. With a spell you couldn’t quite decipher, the bright red, streaking marks had begun to heal themselves quickly. They turned a bright pink, an off white, and then faded back into his skin color all together.

“My neck… can you uh, can you do that for me?”

You turned your head to the side, giving him full exposure of the marks you were sure had already started turning various hues of purple. His chuckle threw you off guard, and your sudden confusion overpowered the embarrassment of looking him in the eyes. As you met his eyes, he smirked.

“No you keep those marks. Show those goddamn amateur boys what a real man did to you.”

Your mouth fell agape, perplexed by his audacity. If men have one thing, it really is the fucking audacity. “James! What if someone downstairs sees! They know my neck wasn’t covered in purple just an hour ago!”

His radiant smile and belly laugh only irritated you more as he grabbed a new sweater, the purpose of your trip to this room, from the closet and pulled your head through the hole of it. “Good thing you’re wearing a turtleneck then.” His beaming smirk made you roll your eyes, and you grabbed the jeans that had pooled below your feet and pulled them back up your legs, fumbling with the top button for just a moment.

“Asshole,” you muttered at a volume that you thought only you would be able to hear. Clearly that was not the case as James grabbed your shoulder harshly and pulled you towards him so his mouth was next to your ear again.

You prepared to have him scold you, or possible promise a further punishment, but he only slyly said, “We can explore that hole next time.” When he pulled away he winked at you, and while you pretended that the shudder that ran its way through you and shook your shoulders was one of annoyance, you both knew it was one of anticipation.

“You’ve ought to head down before me. We just had a long, very interesting conversation about my mother’s hobby of knitting sweaters, as far as anybody down there is concerned.” The easy smirk remained on his face, and it annoyed you beyond belief that he could just snap back to his usual self after doing such sinful and amazing things to, and with you.

You turned around, ready to leave him with a snarky comment of your own, until your own eyes met his big, puppy-dog brown ones. Despite the annoying, arrogant smirk, his eyes were kind and had you falling in love like a schoolgirl again, as you once had so many years ago.

“Kiss?” You measly asked, toying with the hem of your sweater in embarrassment. He smiled now instead of smirking and left a gentle, caring kiss on your lips, holding each side of your face gently in the hands that had just torn you apart.

You smiled and left the room with one last tap on your butt from James, silently closing the door behind you. As you made your way back to the room you all had been lounging in, you couldn’t contain the big, goofy grin that had etched its way onto your features.

You took your seat next to Hermione and Dean once again, trying your best to maintain your composure and act as if your virginity hadn’t just been taken by the man you dreamed about every night just moments ago.

“Y/N, what’s with the grin?” Harry asked, helping himself to some of the popcorn Lily must have brought up in addition to the food James had delivered.

“Your father told me a very interesting story about all the sweaters your… grandma, I think? used to make. It was sweet.”

He chuckled lightly, seeming to take your response without second guessing.

As the conversations continued and the fire dwindled, that blissed out, post-sex smile never left your face. And when James came to tell you all goodnight, he had a matching grin on his.

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'i can't lose you again' and navyseal :P (hehehe evil angst potential)

holding u thank you so much i am cherishing this forever......

anyways uhhh heres 1k words i wrote bc i went insane ^_^

i might end up expanding on this and editing it more to post on ao3 :p i only ran this through grammarly lol. enjoy navyseal angst!!!!!

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“This will work, Jay. Trust me on this.” 

She swallowed, trying to force down the growing pressure in her throat and behind her eyes. She still held right onto Gill’s arm. He could jerk her arm away if she wanted to, but Gill didn’t. He was going to wait for Jay to make her decision first. 

Hee breath shook as she exhaled.

“Gill, I’m not-“ Her voice cracked, and she shut her mouth, trying to stop the tears. “I’m not going to let you go. I mean, we barely know anything about that stupid tip you got.” 

They were still looking for Felipe, but their search had been futile until Gillion found… someone. He was a strange man, but swore he had a way to locate their friend. And he did, but it wasn’t pretty. It was dangerous, and Jay wasn’t willing to take that risk.

Gill’s eyes danced between Jay and the doorway in which the man was waiting for her. Jay could see his distress clear on her face and Jay was no doubt crying. She could feel her tears well-up and slip away. She couldn’t risk this. She couldn’t risk Gillion when they had no plan and Chip was nowhere to be found. 

“Please, Gill,” she pleaded. Her hands trembled, and her grip loosened. 

Gillion still didn’t move at all.

His gaze returned to Jay, and her face was pained. His ears were splayed wide, and a frown tugged on his lips. 

Good, she wanted to say, Stay with me, please.

“Jay,” Gillion whispered, “I have to save Felipe. It’s… It is my fault he is lost.”

“No, it isn’t!” She was crying now. And she should be ashamed because they were in the street and people were staring. She couldn’t care at that moment.

“It’s not your fault and- and if anything, it’s mine and Chip’s for talking so god damn loudly.”

She took his hand, gripped it as tightly as she gripped her bow, and turned Gill to face her. He was distressed, and she was emotional, and she was so beautiful.

She raised her hand and gently cupped Gill’s face in her palm. Her skin was smooth, and damp as always, and Jay traced the colored ridges with her thumb.

She cared about him. She cared about her too deeply. She was meant to be a spy, destined to betray them. And she had. Her hands still shook when she picked up her bow. 

She swallowed, and her lungs ached. “I can't lose you again.”

Gillion’s brows furrowed.

“But Jay, you have never-“

“I have!” She was fully crying now, and she let go of Gill’s face to wipe her tears.

“You have left us, whether you wanted to or not, but you still did. I didn’t-“

Jay gasped in a poor attempt to compose herself. She had disappeared before her eyes, and they were forced to continue onwards as if nothing had changed. There was an emptiness without his boisterous cheers to fill the silence. Plain air where there should be a shoulder for her to rest her hand on. A hand to hold.

“We didn’t know if you were even alive, Gill. It was just- It was horrible. I couldn’t breathe, but you were just… gone.” She moved her fingers to interlock them with Gill’s. His hands were soft and speckled with callouses. She squeezed them tight. She didn’t want to let go of her.

“Chip was the only reason I got through that carnival without you. And I don’t want to go through that again. Please, don’t make me go through that again.” 

She kept her eyes glued to their interlocked hands. She wasn’t good at this. She wasn’t good at caring or being true to her feelings. She couldn’t let Gillion go so easy, not when she could stop it. She didn’t know what she would do if Gillion didn’t make it out with them. 

Gill sighed a deep rumble from her chest and lifted a hand from Jay’s. She let it guide her head until she met Gill’s eyes. She still looked down to meet his gaze, but sometimes she forgot how small Gill really was. She distracted everyone with her confidence and sacrifices. It was easy to see past once you truly saw him. Her eyes were big, and warm, and melancholy. His ears were flipped down. For a moment, he looked guilty. But they breathed together in unison, and Jay wanted to hold him forever.

She wanted to ignore the war between the Navy, pirates, and the Undersea. She wanted to sail with the person she cared for too much for her own good. She wanted to learn everything there was to know about her. His hands were cold and damp, but the contact filled Jay head-to-toe with a warmth she was so new to.

Gill swallowed once, twice, and gave a tiny nod. 

“Okay,” he murmured.

Hope soared in Jay’s chest, and she smiled. It was somber and by no means perfect, but it was a smile. It was temporary safety. 

“I…” Gill paused, eyes flickering to their tangled hands. “I don’t want to cause you stress, and I do not want to lose you either, of course. We’ll stick together.”

Jay nodded, and her tears continued to pour. She was too in love for moments like these. She was too in love for their lifestyle. There would come a time they couldn’t stall or form a concrete plan but were forced to face the hardships. The prophecy and the Navy’s plans loomed darkly in the horizon, a warning of what was to come. For now, however, Jay would rather look into Gill’s eyes than the horizon. 

[goldenempyrean]

“Totally Fine”

Okie dokie, hello there! I present to you a sick!reader x Nat fic ;)

Once again, big thanks to @lyak12 for the ideas!

In this fic, the reader and Natasha live in a shared apartment just a short drive away from the Avengers compound.

Summary: A sick reader tries to hide their illness from Natasha, but that doesn't go well...

Warnings: Minor Angst? Its just hints but I figured I'd just warn you anyway 

Wordcount:2,315

Any spelling/grammar/incorrect word errors are mine, honestly, I'm a lost cause, even Grammarly can't spot them all :)

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Opening the door to your shared home you finally allowed yourself to sigh as the warm heated air hit your face. Finally, you felt a small sense of relaxation begin to wash over you, you almost momentarily forgot the hell of a had you had just had… Until a sharp tickle at the back of your nose snapped you back to reality and you stumbled into your house unsuccessfully attempting to stifle two itchy sneezes into the crook of your elbow.

"Hehktshoo! Hh...Hh-h'ktshi!"

It was then that you noticed Natasha. She was wearing a lowcut vest top along with cosy pyjama bottoms and was leaning against the doorway connecting the cloakroom to your living room, she was smiling yet you couldn't help but notice her eyes glancing over you, and for a moment her face was difficult to read. You couldn't think about it any longer as her soft voice cut any remaining thoughts off.

“Bless you, baby, how was work?” Natasha asked her voice laced with an audible sense of sympathy.

You finished hanging your sodden coat and swapped your shoes for some comfier slippers before answering, “It was alright. It dragged though.” You punctuated your sentence by loosely hugging her as you both made your way towards the sofa.

Settling down you allowed yourself to fall into the arms of Natasha. She smiled down at you and you made yourself cosy, nestling in her the warmth of her arms. Speaking of warmth, why was it so damn cold in there? You felt yourself shivering despite the face you were under a bundle of layers. 

 Breaking the silence you spoke up, “How was your day off sweetie?”

“It was good thank you, would’ve been better if you were here though,” Natasha replied as she winked cheekily at you.

You thought this was hilarious as you burst into a bundle of laughter, though this had more than the desired effect because after a few seconds you began coughing harshly into your elbow, turning away from Natasha you continued to splutter. Taking a deep breath you composed yourself and sheepishly looked back around at Natasha who had begun rubbing circles on your back in an attempt to pull you out of your coughing spell.

Your apology was already on your lips but somehow she managed to speak first, keeping constant eye contact with you, “Are you okay? Your chest sounds terrible, are you feeling okay?” Her voice was laced with worry and you couldn't help but feel your heart drop at the sound of it.

“Natasha I’m fine, I feel fine. Just like how I said I was fine this morning.”

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That morning you had woken rather earlier than usual, even before Natasha which was a rarity as she liked to start the day bright and fresh. Rolling over you silenced your alarm, you didn't want to disturb your sleeping girlfriend. When you stood, however, the room span woozily around you as you stumbled to the ensuite. Jeez, I must've stood up too fast, you thought to yourself as the room returned to its normal state. It was then that you noticed the uncomfortable feeling of congestion slowly settling in your sinus’… Great, that was just what you needed, what an excellent to start the day.  You almost scoffed at your own sarcasm before looking over yourself in the mirror, seeing your dishevelled appearance. There were obvious bags under your eyes and your skin was paler than usual, plus there was an uncomfortable amount of hair plastered to your forehead. A sharp itch at the bridge of your nose caught your attention as your breath promptly started to hitch. Knowing what was coming you tried your best to quietly stifle the following sneezes, trying your hardest to be silent.

"hhHxxnt! Hh..hHkxxt!- Hhehh-Hikxxt! Hh...h.."

Thankfully you managed to stave off the fourth sneeze as you listened carefully for a few seconds. Phew. You had managed to avoid waking Natasha. Pawing at your nose, you swiped a small handful from the box sitting atop the sink. You attempted to blow your nose, trying to get some form of relief from that uncomfortable congestion yet were met with resistance, unwanting to make any noise you gave up and threw the tissues in the trash. Time to finish getting ready for work...

You had almost successfully managed to tiptoe across the room and shut your bedroom door when a quiet voice arose from your shared bed, “Sneaking off without saying goodbye?” Natasha pushed herself upright and as you quickly walked over and kissed her forehead softly, how she could look so perfect after just waking up was something you couldn't understand.

“I was trying to let you sleep in darling.” You cringed at the sound of your voice. Why did you have to sound so nasally? You flashed a smile to not raise suspicion and swirled your way to the door. God, How you instantly regretted that as you were left desperately clutching onto the door to avoid falling over, trying to play it off you quickly spoke, "Well I gotta get going, don't want to be late. Have a good day Natty."

"Wait-", Her voice caught your ears and you poked your head back around the door, you were slightly caught off when you saw her brows furrowed at you, "Are you alright?" She asked sincerely.

"I'm fine Nat, go back to sleep baby. I'll be home at six." You assured her, flashing yet another fake smile.

Luckily Natasha seemed to buy your story as her posture relaxed and she hummed softly before mumbling, "Have a good saving the world, love you."

"I love you too." With that you were off, you finally released the breath you didn't realise you were holding. Why did the thought of Natasha seeing you weak make you so nervous? You've been dating for over eight months now yet and despite being fully comfortable with her you still opt to hide your weakness'. Maybe you were just overthinking everything, luckily you didn't have a chance to let your mind dwell on the thought as you drove over to the compound, praying your day would go smoothly.

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"Y/N?" Natasha repeated for the third time, you didn't realise you were completely zoned out as she pulled your focus back to the present moment.

"Sorry, I just spaced for a second there, what's up?" Your breath hitched at the end of your sentence as that familiar itch in your nose made itself present. Shit. Not now...

"I was asking if your sure you’re alright, you’re not yourself tonight, I-

Nope. There was no way you could hold back that growing tickle and you hastily turned away and burrowed ur face in your hand as the wet sneezes tore themselves from your body.

"Hhae'ttshoo! Hheh-..Hi'tshiew!-"

"Oh! Bless Yo-"

"Hi-HI-HIT'ShiEw! heH-…Hhah'ktshi! Sorr- Hh.. Hki'tshiew!" Sniffling wildly you started to frantically apologise for your horrendous outburst, your face burning red with embarrassment. Your hand was still held firmly to your face and you were overwhelmed with relief as Natasha sympathetically handed you the tissue box. 

Any remaining self-dignity you had left and you wetly blew your nose, instantly turning your tissues into gooey, damp messes. Natasha waited for you to finish before she finally retorted "I- First of all, bless you, darling." It was here that her tone changed significantly, "Second of all, why didn't you tell me you were sick. Don't hide things from me." The harshness in her words was something you had rarely heard from her and it temporarily stunned you. You didn't know how to react, maybe it was the mindnumbing ache in your temples causing you to be so out of it, unsure of what to say next you began apologising.

"I didn't want to worr-"

Natasha tutted, cutting you off as she continued her sentence, "I don't want to hear it right now. Now let me feel your forehead, I say this in the nicest way possible, you look like shit Y/N... I'm worried" She admitted that last part in a murmur just barely louder than a whisper,  causing you to question whether she had said it at all.

You didn't really have a say in the matter, her hand was already reaching out and within a moment her hand was gently laid on your head, Natashas face changed from one of irritation to one of worry, you were even sure you heard a slight gasp and Natasha fully realised the extent of the situation. Her heart dropped as she felt the heat radiating from your body, you definitely had a fever, a particularly high one at that.

"Hhh'ishiew!"

Your sudden sneeze not only startled you but it seemed like it caused  Natasha to regain her composure, the realisation of how she had previously reacted finally hit her and she sheepishly asked, "Can I hug you?"

Rubbing your nose against your hand you nodded, you felt her warm embrace surround you, it was the most comfortable you'd been all day. You longed to stay there forever as Nat sniffled, "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to snap, you just really scared me for a moment and you didn't deserve that. Now please baby, let's get you to bed."

You knew she meant her apology, even in the dim light you could see the small prick of tears in her eyes, a sign she was being truly honest. The idea of going to bed wasn't bad either as you allowed her to gently cup you into her arms in bridal fashion. Burrowing your head into her chest you began to mindlessly mumble to yourself. You only did this when you were feeling particularly shitty and Nat knew this. She held you closer and you sank further into her arms... Only you had to pull your head away moments later as your nose began to make itself known once more.

"Natty- I have...Hhehh to sn- Hhh sneeze-" Your breath was hitching wildly as you tried to avoid sneezing over your girlfriend.

"It's ok. Just let them out, you'll feel better." 

"But-" You had no time to argue as the sneezes you had been trying so hard to fight off finally won their battle and tore themselves from your body, sending your head snapping forward with everyone.

"Hh'h'tchi!! Hih-…HhIShIEW! Hh-hEhh.. hheh'tsh! …Hxxxnt! He-Hhk'kiktShIEw!"

The sneezes had left you a sniffling mess and you had most certainly sneezed all over Natasha's chest, she didn't even seem to mind however and blessed you delicately after every single sneeze. She was more concerned with your state of health and she finally lowered you into your plush bed, handing you the tissue box from her nightstand just moments later.

No longer feeling embarrassed you allowed yourself to blow your snotty nose but still found yourself apologising for the 'grossness' afterwards.

"You can never be gross Y/N. You're sick. This is normal, just try and get some rest."

You sighed. There was no use fighting it now, you finally admitted it to yourself as you lowered yourself within the sheets, and Natasha once again put her hand on your forehead.

"I'm getting you something for this fever. You're completely burning up."

As Natasha left the room you felt your eyelids grow heavy and you allowed yourself to fall into a soft slumber.

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"Sweetheart," Natasha's comforting voice pulled you from your sleep as she sat on the edge of your bed holding a small cup of pills, "You need to take these for me, sweetie, they'll make you feel better I promise."

Doing as you were told you obediently took the pills which she had offered out to you, it was then you noticed the assortment of items spread across your nightstand. There were several bottles of water along with an extra box of tissues and a small packet of cherry cough drops. "Natty, you didn't have to get me all this." 

"Your right, I didn't have to. I wanted to, now is there anything else you'd like princess." She asked, her kind-hearted nature shining through as she gently pushed a fallen strand of hair behind your ears.

Looking up at her, all your fever clouded brain could think about was one thing, "Natasha?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Lie down with me?"

"Of course sweetheart."

Falling into the safe arms of your girlfriend, you breathed a sigh- this time a sigh of relief, finally you could release control and let yourself be taken care of by somebody who loved you. Fatigue slowly whisked your mind away and you drifted sombrely back to sleep.