#we also had one without electricity where you had to use it with moving a foot pedal that moved a big wheel on the side of the table

[yellow-yarrow]

When I'm watching a sewing tutorial and everything is going well but then the person in the video is like "ok now set up your sewing machine like this" and they show a touchscreen on the machine fhkskfksjd girl I have a sewing machine from the 70s

[thicc-astronaut]

Robot who can't be as active as it wants to because of a dangerously rusty chassis. Robot whose wiring has come loose and has to fiddle with its switches to make things work properly. Robot who has a slow coolant leak and has to stop to take rests more often.

Robot disabilities. Robot who charges slowly and loses power incredibly fast and is always tired. Robot with malfunctioning lenses and can’t process visual information properly. Robot that can’t process anything too large and at a fast rate or else they’ll shut down. Robot with limbs screwed on too loose/just can’t attach correctly, so if they’re not careful they fall out. Robot disabilities,,,

[thebibliosphere]

Whenever I post about house stuff there’s always some well meaning people and the occasional vindictive shit head who thinks we didn’t have our home inspected before we bought it.

We did. It passed the private inspection we paid for in order to get our mortgage and two inspections done by the city.

The problem with my house is that it was owned by a landlord who did all kinds of illegal and sketchy shit to maximize capacity and resale value but also would require you to take down walls to find. And for those of you unaware, they don’t let you walk around with a saw and cut holes to inspect behind the drywall.

The shithead hid things behind fake walls. Literally. He put a bunch of chemicals and paints into a crawl space then drywalled over it. There is drywall on top of drywall (or there was before we took it down). He put carpet over the asbestos tiles—which is technically fine. It’s safer to seal asbestos away than remove it… except he also covered the drain for the house so the basement floods and then the carpet rots and in turn starts breaking down the asbestos tiles, making them into a hazard. He built the basement himself so that the drywall was sitting on the concrete slab—something we couldn’t see without removing the trim—causing them to wick moisture from the floor and rot until we had black mold everywhere.

The electric parts that were visible were all up to code, but again, anything that could be hidden was done so, hiding shit like a dishwasher that had been hot wired into the wall through a light plate fixture under the sink. Or the 240v socket that used to power an electric stove which had been pulled through the floorboard to power the tumble dryer. (Or the gas stove that we swapped for electric because it kept trying to kill us and then we realized he’d run a gas pipe from the water heater to power it. The plumber swore a lot about that one when he finally realized that one.)

Plumbing all looked good until you realized some of the new pipes were just pvc cut to go around the old lead pipes. Something you couldn’t see unless you got up close and personal during the inspection, and we’re talking up on a ladder jiggling the pipes around which is also generally something don’t let you do. Not to the extent we would have needed to.

The man was unhinged. And there’s very little we can do about it because we signed an “as is” thing on our mortgage thinking most of the repairs we’d need to do would be minor. Only to find out the house which looked fairly modern and well kept on the surface was actually a fucking Saw trap. And now because of all the shit we’ve uncovered, we have to fix it before we can sell it because no one in their right mind will buy a house with declared asbestos—even predatory developers hesitate on that one.

So if we’ve got to fix this place up, we’ll fix it up for us because god knows, even if we managed to sell this place, we can’t afford the mortgage rates right now. (And while yes, apartments are an option, they make my MCAS a lot less stable because you can’t control the shit your neighbors use, nevermind things like a shared laundry facility where everyone wants to smell like “a spring summer breeze” that to me smells like death by fragrance induced anaphylaxis.)

So yes, we’re stuck with this place. For now. A place we had inspected multiple times and were still let down by the reality that people hide things and will do so in the most imaginative ways possible if it means they can make a profit.

The furnace dying the instant we moved in wasn’t a good sign, but shit happens. That’s home ownership. The gas leaks we had last week? Also home ownership. It had passed yearly inspections up until now. Appliances break down and require maintenance, especially gas ones. In an ideal world we would have gotten another five years out of the furnace, but alas, it chose death so we had to yeet it.

So, yeah, if you’re the shithead currently going off in my inbox about “stupid people winning stupid prizes” I’ll take that apology now.

[theyluvjake]

our little secrets — lhs

© theyluvjake - all rights reserved, no permission to copy or post, this is my only account.

pt1 pt2 pt3 (make sure to read pt1 first if you havent!!)

Synopsis: cam boy heeseung. class president reader. the schools perfect student harbors a dirty secret, a dirty secret thats alot closer to her than she realizes. what happens when their paths cross? will they discover eachothers little secret?

MINORS DNI!

PAIRINGS - camboy!heeseung x innocent!reader

CONTENT - college au, smut & fluff with plot!! series, slow-burn, multiple chapters.

WORDCOUNT - 8k

WARNINGS - smut, this chapter doesn't have any sex (yet), just mutual / guided masturbation. caming, dirty talk, use of pet names (baby, doll, slut), praise & degradation, honestly hand kink. mentions of corruption kink. like last chapter, hee is a bit of a perv. but we like that <3

NOT PROOFREAD!

"ook.. so, what was that all about?" sunghoon sort of spoke underneath his breath. it was silent for a while amongst the group minus some of them taking sips of their drinks.

"she probably just... - had to pee! " sunoo blurtted out to fill the silence, only to make it fall silent again,

"ill go check on her-" yunjin was just about to turn to leave when heeseung stopped her.

"no, i can go check,"

his smile was soft and reassuring. yunjin was slightly taken aback as he volunteered, but her curiosity in whatever was going on with him and his new found interest in you, made her back down, silently agreeing by nodding her head.

maybe it was a bad friend mood sending a guy you didn't really know that well to check on you instead of her, but she just needed to see where it would go... y'know, for the plot.

heeseung swiftly made his way through the crowds of people heading straight to the guest bathroom,

*knocks* "um.. y/n are you okay?" fuck. wait what if its not even her in there?.. –

shit. why is he here?! the sound of his voice instantly sent your mind into a panicked spiral. - umm.. maybe i can just pretend im not in here and he will go away? yea! so you did, and you stayed silent.

"your friends just wanted to make sure you were okay... well and i wanted to talk to you."

he bit his lip, thinking he was probably just making whatever was going on worse. but he couldn't go back to the group without checking on you.

talk?? to me? why? this can't actually be happening right now. – y'know, maybe it's not him? maybe my thoughts are just all clouded... i'm just making up stuff..

— because there's no way. that would just be too insane.

you were full on in denial. it was unfortunately the only thing you realized you could do to get through the night. closing your eyes you took a deep breath before opening the door eyes instantly meeting the boys pretty doe eyed brown ones.

"um, sorry, yea i'm ok! just... had an eyelash in my eye.." you giggled nervously.

"ah, ok ok... i was worried it was something i said.." the corner of his lips tugged upwards as a small rush of relief washed over.

"is.. that what you wanted to talk to me about?"

"yea, well, and i wanted to still offer you that drink" he couldn't help but smirk as he noticed the light flush of pink painting your cheeks.

you paused for a second. "...well, the thing is i just don't really usually drink..."

"yea, and you usually don't go to parties." he chuckled.

he did make a good point. you didn't, so why would you draw the line at your new experiences now. one drink, that's all. it would be fine right?

"that's also true," you smiled, still feeling anxious, but now having a burning curiosity about him. "sure, i'll take one drink"

he nodded satisfied and before you could register anything, his hand moved to your lower back ever so slightly, just to guide the two of you back towards the kitchen.

the simple feeling of his hand just barely grazing, hovering, over your back was sending waves of electricity through your body.

"so, class prez, what are you doing out at a college party tonight?"

"oh.. um, well it was sort of yunjin and sunoo's idea. i wasn't super on board but... i was curious since i'd never been before."

"ah, i see. i was surprised to see you here." he chuckled, "well, i think everyone was" -

you were about to respond when his voice continued on,

"pleasant surprise though," he said ever-so casually.

you gulped down the knot in your throat and tried to steady your racing heartbeat, but thankfully, before you knew it, you reached the kitchen.

you nervously leaned against the counter while he poured the two of you some drinks before he went to pass you the cup. you hadn't yet looked down, hand reaching for the cup, "thank yo-" then you saw it. his hand.

his awfully familiar, perfectly veiny hand, that just so happened to have 2 identical silver rings on the exact fingers gamer.lhee also frequently had ones on.

you couldn't even finish your sentence before you mumbled something along the lines of 'you had to go', before embarrassingly turning around and completely sprinting away from him.

not long after your disappearing act with heeseung you stayed on the other side of the house, hidden behind yunjin and sunoo, before you managed to make a good enough excuse to leave.

—

after you had gotten home that night, you refused to even look at his page. although that was all your mind wanted to do, to end the burning question and just try and confirm or not confirm that it was him. but you couldn't. not when it felt so possible. not when you knew you had to be in class with him tomorrow.

you attempted to get as good of a night's rest as you could. but it wasn't much, not when you basically got home at 1 am, and weren't able to shut your brain off until around 3 before you could sleep. leaving you with approximately only 5 hours of sleep the next day.

in the morning, you got ready for class, your usual almost uniform-like attire. you just prayed you'd be able to make it through the day without anyone asking about you at the party last night. and above all, not running into heeseung.

you were so embarrassed, you honestly had no clue what you would be able to say to him. it's not like the two of you interacted much, anyways. so why would it be different? yea! it will be fine!

besides before the conversation you two had at the party, you weren't even aware you shared the same literature and physics class, meaning he probably typically sat far across the room from the spot you always sat in. so in theory, all you had to do was try and focus and not think about whether you could feel his eyes lingering on you or not.

however you did not plan for what you saw when you walked into your literature class. lee heeseung, already there, sitting in your chair. sure, there wasn't technically, 'assigned seats' but everyone in the class knew, you sat in that spot every single class.

karma. you weren't sure what for, but this had to be some kind of cruel form of karma. you stood in the doorway for a little too long, to where students now had to nudge past you to get inside the classroom. you were just trying to think of any possible way out of this interaction. but you couldn't avoid him forever. you took a deep breath, fully aware your cheeks had definitely started to turn pink, before walking over to your seat.

heeseung instantly looked up at you with a smirk painting his face, "what? i just figured I'd see how the class president's view of the classroom looks." he shrugged.

"well... now that you've tested it out, could i possibly have my seat back?"

"i don't know... now that i've tried it out, i realized how nice the view is... plus, i'm not doing that great in this class, i think maybe sitting closer will help me with my notes~"

"but-"

"well the seat right next to me is open, you should sit there. you don't mind if i just have yours for the day, right?"

he still wore the same playful smirk on his face, only leading to your face heating up more by the second. you briefly took a look around, at the room, and then the clock. noticing how it was only a couple minutes until the class was starting, and pretty much every empty seat had already filled except for the one next to heeseung.

you sighed and set your books down on the desk, and reluctantly took a seat next to him. before you could even appreciate the shared silence between you two for not even a minute,

"y'know, i didn't really expect you to be the type to ghost a guy mid-sentence."

you gulped and tried to come up with some better excuse but you had nothing.

"yea... um i'm really sorry about that, i don't usually do that or anything.."

he raised his eyebrows curious as to the actual reason to why you ran off, but he didn't push further, instead he chose to use it to tease you.

he chuckled lightly, "don't worry about it, you looked cute running away from me"

he said so matter-of-factly that your jaw almost dropped before you heard the professor speaking, causing the class to finally silence.

"ok class, everyone phones away"

the rest of class, you could barely focus. which was completely unlike you. you couldn't stop thinking about the words.. "pretty", "cute" replaying on loop in your head. as much as you wanted to just pay attention, you couldn't, not when he was only a couple feet away from you.

he easily took note of it too. subtly glancing over at your dazed, flustered expression throughout the entire class.

thankfully, the rest of the class no other words were exchanged. no more teasing or flirty remarks, you finally felt a bit of relief like that was the worst of what would come out of today. but heeseung, he had other plans, he was just starting. this was only your first of three shared classes of the day and his main goal was just to get your attention in every single one.

your next class, you got a break. and then it was on to the two last classes of the day, both of which you shared. economics, and physics.

when you got to your economics class, you took a look around, noticing he wasn't there yet. you quickly took your seat in your usual spot before yunjin joined on your left side.

"ugh, i am so tired," she whined to you,

"tell me about it..." you muttered underneath your breath. the class slowly filled as you chatted with your best friend for the remaining time before the class started. getting so distracted you forgot about heeseung. it wasn't until a little while into class, you heard a familiar voice whispering in your ear. your eyes went wide.

"hey, what page were we on again?"

heeseung. you had been so distracted you failed to even notice heeseung had came in and sat directly behind you.

you carefully turned your head just a little before realizing how close his face was to yours. "um-.. it's 32" you quickly whispered directing your attention back to the front of the room.

"thanks, pretty" he winked before leaning back into his own chair, smiling satisfied.

the heat instantly rose to your face upon hearing the familiar nickname again. the same one that ignited a visceral reaction within you that night at the party, due to the familiarity of the tone, the voice.

the remainder of the class, he continued making up excuses to teasingly lean over, whispering into your ear and your best friend was nothing short of intrigued.

as soon as the professor turned away from the class his lips were practically pressed up against your ear and you felt like you were going insane.

"hey, i missed that part, could i take a quick look at your notes?" he hummed quietly, face so close to yours you could feel his hot breath fanning your ear.

"s-sure, just.. quick" you muttered quietly afraid of being caught speaking while your professor was still mid-lecture.

you carefully passed your notebook over your shoulder, his hands taking it from yours, purposely brushing his fingers over yours in the process. - anxiously tapping the floor with your foot, waiting for him to give it back to you.

"are you almost done?" you slightly leaned to the side, whispering, as the professor had turned around and continued speaking, and you were anxious to have your notebook returned.

"yea, you want it back?" the boy smirked, not that you could see, but you could feel it through the smugness in his voice.

"say please~."

he cannot be serious. "what..?"

"just say please"

you sighed, ignoring the hammering of your heart against your chest.

"please?" you whispered, looking straight forward. but it was more than enough. right as the professor turned away for a brief second, he leaned over enough to place your notebook back onto your desk.

looking down, you quickly made yourself busy, continuing to take notes and try to stuff down all the emotions flowing through your body. that's when you noticed a tiny note written in the corner of your paper.

you look cute when you're blushing. ;)

and just like that you were sure your face was now completely red.

"hey are you okay?" yunjin leaned over noticing how red you were.

"yeah, i'm just hot.. it's a little hot in here" you muttered before removing your sweater.

thankfully the class was nearing the end, finally. as soon as the class was dismissed you quickly packed up your bag and grabbed yunjin's hand rushing the both of you out of the classroom.

"so... what the hell was heeseung doing all up in your space the whole class??"

"i don't know!"

"oh my god, that's why your face was red! you were blushing! do you have a crush on him?? since when?!"

"shut up!" you whispered trying to keep her from practically yelling about this in the hallway. "no! i don't, so since never."

"okayy well can't say the same for him..~" she giggled and you hit her arm.

"shut up. you're imagining stuff." you huffed before the both of you made it into your physics classroom.

this time you were determined to make sure he couldn't sit near you. quickly hopping into the seat next to jake and instructing yunjin to sit on your other side, before you also waved sunoo over, who had just come walking in the door to sit behind you. a sigh of relief left your mouth, seeing how all the seats in your close proximity had already been filled.

you hadn't even noticed heeseung walking in, and taking the seat across from yunjin.

"hey y/n!" jake smiled at you and your gaze lifted greeting him back with a friendly smile.

"hey jake!" - "how was the party last night? everyone was surprised to see you there, did you have fun?"

"oh yea, it was fun.. i guess, - not exactly my thing though." you chuckled quietly before continuing your friendly chit-chat with jake before the class eventually came to a start.

jake was easy to talk to. you two weren't exactly close, but closer than you and heeseung. jake was really good at physics. everyone knew that, so there were a few times he helped you out by offering a few quick study sessions after school at the library. so naturally the two of you did talk when it came to this class.

thankfully, the rest of this class went by smoothly. it was just about nearing the end before the professor announced you would be doing a partner assignment.

"so, pick someone to pair up with. this will be due next week, so please make sure to schedule some time outside of class to work on this with your partner. once you have chosen, before you leave today, just come write down your partnership!"

before you could think,

"hey, do you wanna be partners?" jake smiled, turning to you. and you almost sighed in relief. though yunjin, who had also turned to you, rolled her eyes.

"sure! honestly, i could use some extra help with this unit.. " you smiled to him before the two of you walked to the front of the class to write your names down.

none of which went un-noticed by heeseung. practically burning holes into his friends back. before he could stare any longer he got a backup plan in mind, turning to your best friend just before she had turned to sunoo. "hey, yunjin, do you wanna be partners?"

she was caught off guard at first but then she put 2 and 2 together figuring this was some effort to still get close to you. "sure" she smiled and sunoo rolled his eyes dramatically.

"ugh, i hate you both, you are both the worst." he pouted before turning to sunghoon, "sunghoon, do you have a partner?"

the boy pushed up his glasses before looking up "uh, no?"

"ok, now you do, come on," he said giving him almost no room to even argue before they both walked up to the front together as well.

after all of you had written down your partnerships you all exited the lecture hall agreeing to go to the library so you guys could plan what days you needed to get together to work on the assignment.

"y'know, why don't we all just get together at our house and we can all work together? heeseung was quick to suggest as soon as you all sat down.

"don't the three of you also share a dorm already?" he asked pointing to you yunjin and sunoo to which you all nodded.

"so, since jake, sunghoon, and i share a place and ours is bigger than a dorm, we should all just meet up together there." all of you looked around to see what everyone thought, and it was quickly agreed upon that that was a good idea.

not that you agreed necessarily, but you were quickly outnumbered, on top of that yunjin's enthusiasm was utterly confusing. you all agreed to meet up on friday to work on the assignment. all of you exchanging numbers before going on your separate ways.

—

the next few days rolled around and heeseung seemed to have let down on his teasing for a little bit, and thank god. because you were already stressed about friday the rest of the week. then, thursday came around. your phone dinged as you lay in your bed rolling around on your phone, seeing the notification pop up,

gamer.lhee is live now!

you hadn't even been on his page since the party last sunday. but you couldn't even deny how much you missed it without more time to think, you joined the stream.

you sat up feeling the heat rising to your face, he was fully clothed, the angle just showing his lap and his hands fidgeting with his rings while he chatted with those on the stream.

blushy.baby has entered the chat

"hi blushy.baby, welcome in~" he chuckled to himself, reading the username. oddly or maybe not, it reminded him of you. "cute username, reminded me of someone,"

who??

maybe he has a girlfriend?

maybe a crush?

the comments started rolling in, causing him to chuckle a bit more. "no, i don't have a girlfriend," he clarified, but carefully neglected the ones regarding if he had a crush or not. causing you to try and swallow the lump in your throat. intently watching between the screen and the chat room.

"blushy baby, joins but never talks~ is it because you're shy and blushy~?"

you felt the air get caught in your throat, hearing him single out your username. making your head spin, could he... know? fuck. no! i mean, it's probably not even lee heeseung. like you said, there's no way.

"it's okay, it's cute, i have a thing for cute shy girls." he hummed

blushy.baby: really?

"yes, something about.. about them, i don't know,.. maybe i have a corruption kink." he chuckled darkly before trailing off again ", proud of you for finally commenting something, baby. keep it up, yeah?"

and just like that you carefully squeezed your thighs together. fuck. it wasn't until now, when the comments were so direct, so personal, that you realized how much you loved hearing praises from him. if there was any way to keep you commenting, this was it.

blushy.baby: i will if you keep talking to me like that...

"oh yea?, you like being praised baby, hm? "

"- i was wondering what i should do for today's stream... maybe we can do some praising. maybe some guided masturbation? what do you pretty dolls think?"

the chat instantly sped up with enthusiasm and he chuckled at the eagerness.

"you're gonna be good for me, right?" he hummed his hand lightly grazing over his crotch area where you should start to see the outline of his boner growing.

"alright, now be a good girl for me and take off your pants first hm? dont worry ill follow along." he said as he carefully lifted his hips up in his chair before pulling down his pants leaving him in just his boxer briefs.

like you were put under some sort of trance, you set your phone down against your pillow before lifting your own hips and pulling down your pajama shorts leaving you in just your underwear.

"thats it, just like that," he hummed satisfied, and it almost felt like he could see you. like it was just you and him.

"okay, now leave your panties on, just touch outside for me, hm? just like this" his hand slowly started to stroke the outline of his hardened cock through the strained fabric of his boxers.

and you did the same, slipping your hand down cupping yourself, feeling the moistened material of your underwear clinging to your skin already. letting out a small helpless mutter.

"you're already wet for me arent you? dirty slut."

the sudden use of such degrading words, mixed with his still soft tone, and praises l make your hips shudder. you liked that too... really liked it.

"its ok though, b',cus you're my pretty little slut~, aren't you?" he cooed before letting a small deep chuckle breathe past his lips. he continued, painstakingly slowly stroking himself, the wet patch from his pre-cum leaking out now evident, only soaking you more as you stared at the screen and continued to palm yourself.

"ok lets get rid of these now too, they are in the way." he lifted his hips again just enough to slowly pull down his boxers simultaneously also pulling his shirt over his head. letting his big, stiff and hardened cock hit his stomach as it sprang out.

"look what you do to me.." he grabbed himself in his hand making sure the camera got a good angle of his angry red tip, leaking of pre-cum. "wish i could see what i do to you..." he hummed slowly starting to stroke himself.

on the other side of the screen you were practically drooling just at the sight. your hips needily rutting against your hand. before you too removed the last remaining of your clothes.

"go on, touch yourself." his voice was low and demanding. and it didn't take long for your fingers to slowly start circling your clit.

"mm, thats it baby" he hummed. "now, i want you to imagine its my fingers ok? not yours, mine touching you."

you gulped and closed your eyes doing just as he said and the second you let your imagination roam the better it felt. imagining what his large hands, long fingers would feel like all over you. having the precision that you lacked deeply.

"good girl." - "faster."

at this point, you could barely suppress the whines leaving your mouth, but fearing your roommates would hear you, you turned your head to the side muffling the sounds into the pillow as best you could.

"fuck, i wish i was inside you right now. wanna fuck your tight little cunt." he moaned lowly. and little did you know, the entire time he was thinking about you. about fucking you.

the dirtiness of the words made your brain start to feel weird and fuzzy. your pussy fluttered clenching helplessly around nothing. not even your fingers because still, you had yet to venture into doing anything other than stimulating your clit.

"fuck. im gonna cum. you wanna cum for me, hm baby?" his hand sped up the squelching sounds from the way he was fucking himself into his hand were pounding in your earbuds.

you mindlessly nodded your head as if he could see you, feeling the knot in your stomach building, you were so close.

"lets cum together, yeah? i wanna cum inside you." the sheer thought of that alone sent you flying over the edge the second the words left his lips.

and just like that he started to reach his high as well. imagining what it would feel like to stuff you full. "oh fuck, yes, im coming.." his moans got louder and you continued to rub messy circles on your clit as you rode out your high, your legs and hips shaking and squirming beneath your own touch.

your eyes fluttered open as you slowly started coming down from your immense high. seeing the lewd image on the screen, hee's hand still wrapped around his cock, messy, with cum dripping down everywhere.

"good girl, you did so good for me, pretty." he hummed sweetly. and in that moment you heard it again. not gamer.lhee, lee heeseung. 'pretty'.

it was him.

the sound rang in your ears all you could think about was what it would actually be like to actually be on the receiving end of those words. not through a screen. not to the thousands of others watching him. but to you and only you.

not long after that, the stream ended. leaving you with a world-wind of emotions. but it was already so late. you didn't have time or honestly even the capacity in your brain after all of that to think. you carefully cleaned yourself up before getting back into your bed and passing out almost immediately from exhaustion.

how the fuck. where you going to face him tomorrow.

—

the next morning when you finally woke up, you felt so nervous about the day that you felt physically sick. after the stream last night, it only strengthened your theory on whether or not gamer.lhee was lee heeseung.

you were almost sure of it. and there was no way you could face him today. but yet, you had to.

situation being what it is, you devised a plan, well. kinda. the plan basically entailed ignoring heeseungs presence at all costs. just focus on the project and jake. easy enough, right?

after the day of classes went by, you and your two best friends returned to your shared dorm to get ready before heading over to the boy's house.

"ok, what should we wear?" yunjin spoke almost excitedly as if you were going out to hang out with friends, not work on some boring assignment.

"um... i was gonna wear sweats? what is that not appropriate study attire?" you asked as you walked together through the dorm,

"no that's perfectly appropriate! that's what i was gonna wear too!" sunoo was quick to reassure you only to receive an elbow in the side from yunjin. "OW! what was that-" he rolled his eyes and clutched his side dramatically while giving him a face before continuing with you.

"like sweatshirt and sweatpants?"

"yes?"

"no."

"no?"

"no. how about sweats and a cropped baby tee? still cute but comfy!"

"what is up with you?? why do you care what i wear to work on a school project??" you quickly nipped back at her, unlike your usual demnor, but you were getting slightly irritated, confused as to what the reason for all of this was.

"ok seriously? y/n. heeseung has literally been flirting with you ever since the party, are you that clueless?? i saw all of it in class. plus pretty much all of his friends were eating you with their stares as well. and well, they are all hot. this is your chance!!"

"my chance for what exactly?" you questioned noticing the sudden warmth that had risen to your cheeks. quickly turning away as both of them followed into your room.

"like i don't know, a boyfriend, a sex friend? so many possibilities.." she giggled but not in the way that she was joking, in the way that she was completely and utterly serious. "and that means you admit it right? he was flirting with you!"

"you're crazy. and i don't know! ok! i don't know what's going on with him lately, he's being weird." you obviously were trying to deflect because you obviously couldn't believe let alone admit any of this yet.

"just trust me ok, ill be the best wing-woman, just let me help." she pleaded.

"no, not tonight i need to focus, i need to get a good grade on this project."

yunjin sighed dramatically. "ugh. fine, but you are wearing what i said. i won't interject anything, but the outfit I'm just gonna test a theory ok?"

"whatever.." you finally gave in, just hoping it would make her shut up, and it did. for now at least.

the three of you all got ready which didn't entail all that much since you were already coming from class. you changed into a pair of low-rise baggy grey sweats that pooled at your ankles and paired it with a basic white baby tee that was practically skin tight, just slightly cropped showing the tiniest bit of your stomach. leaving your hair down you fixed your already practically perfect curls, before touching up your flawless makeup.

"you guys ready?" you walked out into the living room finding sunoo, yunjin not far behind.

"yup!"

by the time you guys arrived at the boy's shared house, it was around 4:30pm. yunjin carefully knocked on the door and you anxiously shifted on your feet fidgeting with your school bag before the door was answered. it was jake. you sighed a little in relief.

"hey guys! come on in!" the fluffy-haired boy smiled and the three of you entered into the shared home.

"the guys are in the living room, it's pretty big so we figured we could all just work in there or if it's too loud we can split up around the house, i don't know whatever you guys think works we are cool with!"

jake smiled before leading you all to the living room, not before he got a nice look at you though. he hadn't really taken the time to notice how pretty you were. not until the party when everyone saw you outside of your school persona. but seeing you in his house, in daylight, in casual clothes you looked adorable.

once you reached the living room everyone started to greet each other slowly taking seats around. but as soon as you stepped foot in there you could feel a particularly heavy gaze set on you. heeseung.

you didn't even look at him but you knew it was him. and it was. he didn't even hold back the small lip bite as his eyes drank in your figure from top to bottom only to be brought back to reality when your best friend stepped in front of him.

there was a few other figures lingering around as well. it was jay and jungwon. i guess they didn't need a reason, this is their house but it felt a little strange before the two of them talked. just chatting and letting everyone know they were around if anyone needed help finding anything or food. it was clear though to most that they were just curious, as to what was going on, and more so who was in their house right now.

after everyone got sort of settled in different areas of the room, you and jake took a spot in the corner with some pillows on the floor and spread out your notes and textbooks. "so, did you look over any of the requirements yet?" jake spoke softly,

"oh, uh, no... not yet sorry.." your tone was quickly guilt-ridden and worried before jake was quick to reassure you.

"no, no problem at all, i already did so you didn't have to." he smiled, getting out the instructions given by your professor. "ill just give you a small run-down, and then we can work together on the rest, sound good?" you nodded.

"oh and let me know if im going too fast or you don't understand something, not that you won't... you are like the top student of the school. but just in case y'know,... i know physics isn't your favorite, so honestly, i don't mind doing most of the work!" he smiled reassuringly and for some reason it almost made you blush. you weren't sure exactly why, maybe because you two were finally in such close proximity alone together.

either way, what you hadn't noticed was how heeseung noticed. everything. his jaw was clenched starting holes into jake and you before yunjin brought him back to reality.

"ok, heeseung, could you stop eye-fucking y/n for at least like 5 seconds?"

"what?" heeseung looked back at her barely even acknowledging what she said.

"i agreed to be your partner, god knows why because i know you actually suck at this class, so come on please lets just get something done."

"oh yea... sure, sorry.." he sighed and redirected his focus to the papers infront of him.

about and hour and a half went by and everyone kept to themselves, or moreso, their partnerships. trying to get as much done as possible, before inevitably needing some sort of break.

"my brain hurts..." you whined slightly rubbing your temples. earning a small chuckle from jake.

"we make a pretty good team though, huh? look were almost done in one day!" he gestured down at your work proudly and heeseung overheard the whole thing, getting irritated he walked over to the two of you.

"hey y/n you okay?" your heart dropped hearing the framilar voice, slowly looking up to meet his face.

"oh yea... im fine" you muttered and jake looked up confused as well at the boys sudden approach.

"i just saw you rubbing your head, does it hurt? i have some tylenol if you need some,"

"oh shit, does it? i thought you were just joking around, let me go get some-" jake quickly went to stand up,

"no no!! im fine seriously, i think i just need some water and a snack or something, thats all!"

"say less," jake smiled getting up before offering his hand to help you off the ground aswell, earning a heavy eyeroll from heeseung.

"come on ill show you where we keep the best snacks" he smiled and gently brushed his hand across your lower back guiding you to the kitchen with him. a framilar feeling from when heeseung did the same exact thing to you at the party.

which heeseung instantly noticed and pissed him off even further.

"snacks? hell yea fuck this " sunghoon instantly stood up and so did the others everyone gravitating towards the kitchen for a small snack break.

heeseung followed closely behind the two of you, before he stopped biting his tongue, and decided he had enough of jakes hands on you.

heeseung swiftly came up behind jake,

"hey sim, pretty sure this project doesnt require such a hands-on approach." he glared before turning his direction towards you. jake just looked at his friend confused at the sudden passive aggressive comment.

"you good? you don't need jake to babysit you, right?" heeseung stepped between the two of you creating enough space between the two of you for his comfort. grabbing you a bottle of water from the fridge. "here, and let me know if your head gets worse and you need the tylenol, hm?"

heeseungs sudden attentiveness had your heart racing and your stomach fluttering. and the tension between him and jake was palpable now. you tried to make sure to maintain your composure (you weren't.)

because when you reached out to take the water bottle from his hand you instantly had flashbacks to last night. that hand, his hand, his voice, him. you nearly dropped it when the boy caught it and handed it to you again "careful there pretty, you sure you're okay? –" he leaned in subtly enough to where it wouldn't look suspicious. "or do i just make you nervous" he smirked quickly pulling back before casually taking a seat.

the others were all already sitting around the kitchen table, snacks in hand chatting and eating. You took a seat in the only empty chair, almost as if it was intentional, the only seat open was between both jake and heeseung. You reluctantly sat down anxiously sipping on your water, almost completely silent as the rest of the group chatted among themselves.

"wait, guys i have an idea.." yunjin suddenly speaks up and the misciclanious chatter quiets. "lets play a game... y'know, as a break while were here, - how about truth or dare?"

everyone looks around but it doesnt take but a couple seconds for everyone to agree. partially because all of you were so bored, but mostly because it gave everyone an excuse to procrastinate for a little while longer.

"i'm down" jake and sunghoon immediately responded in which heeseung followed.

"can we play too?" jay and jungwon walked up hearing the commotion from the kitchen.

"the more the merrier!" sunoo clapped his hands excitedly and you almost let your whole head fall on the counter hoping it would hit hard enough to knock you out.

"who wants to go first?"

"ill go!" jungwon quickly volunteered

"ok, truth or dare jungwon?" yunjin asks sitting up on her elbows.

"truth"

"If you had to survive the zombie apocalypse with one person in this room, who would it be?"

jungwon sighed as he looked around thinking deeply about his answer.

"shit... i dont know i feel like im probably fucked with all of you to be honest but, maybe jay or jake? I know jay can fight, and well jake is studying in healthcare so he could probably help keep me alive.."

"yess sirr!" jake chuckled and posed proudly while jay laughed, nodding.

"ok sure, but don't make it seem like i just go around beating people up won..."

the rest of the group went back and forth between some light hearted and casual truths + dares. heeseung, casually pulled out his phone, opening his twitter and deciding to tweet an update to his account as he frequently would. but it was weird,

at the exact same time he tweeted, your phone which was upside-down next to your arm buzzed. weird.

i mean obviously everyone gets notifications, he shouldn't have thought that much of it, but the timing was so perfect. he decided to send another one, and surely enough, your phone buzzed again. his eyebrows immedialty raised. no fucking way.

gamer.lhee: ??

he tweeted a third time, just a random series of question marks and right on time, your phone buzzed, a third and fourth time. and there you were, completely oblivious as to what was happening. too busy listening to the others playing the game to even notice your phone buzzing on the table.

he really had no way to prove it but he had to try. and the fact you were all playing truth or dare made it even easier. he quickly set his phone down and re-focused his attention to the rest of the group.

"ok, heeseung, you haven't gone yet, truth or dare" yunjin smirks and you can only pray to god she doesn't say anything stupid, but you know her.

"truth"

"who in this room would you trust the most with a secret?"

perfect.

"y/n." heeseung quickly and casually responds, to which his best friend gasp offenedly.

"dude are you serious, in a room full of your best friends??" jake scofs

heeseung shrugs, "i don't know, something just tells me that y/n is really good at keeping secrets."

you immediately turned your head, feeling your heartbeat quicken, so fast that it had you debating if you would go into cardiac arrest. why... how.. why would he,,.. why would he say that??? he can't know. how would he know.

you just looked up at him flustered and confused and he just shrugged again keeping the same smug smirk on his face. "am i wrong?" he asked but this time quiet and directed at you.

"ok my turn to ask!" sunoo shouted excitedly, seeing that the questions and dares were starting to pick up in the heat.

"y/n, truth or dare?"

your eyes widened like a warning towards sunoo instantly. what best friends they are. you were practically begging him with your look to go easy on you but you knew he wasn't.

you rubbed your temples trying to gauge which choice would be less lethal. truth, right?

"truth, i guess.."

"ok, when was the last time you thought about kissing someone..." he pauses briefly before finishing the question, "- in this room?"

your face said everything.

"oh?" sunghoon raised his eyebrows curiously as pretty much everyone in the room, except for 3 people seemed surprised. yunjin, sunoo, and heeseung. who wore a smug smirk on his face.

"oh? so, recently then?" sunoo teases further only causing your face to redden even more.

jake quickly also turned his attention to you, although he didn't want to make you even more embarrassed, so he said nothing. just sat in silence wondering who it could be. feeling a slight twinge of jealousy.

"n-no.." your voice quickly betrayed you as your words stumbled out in a stutter. "i don't, i mean, - i haven't thought about,.. kissing, anyone! , ever!"

"you are literally such a bad lair." yunjin scofs

jake quickly noticed how red your face was, and whilst heeseung was relishing in your flustered state, jake quickly took it into his hands to help his partner out of the situation.

"ok my turn, no one has asked me yet!" jake says to the group eyes starting to re-direct to the boys.

"ok, truth or dare jake" jay quickly replies

"dare"

"do your best impression of one of us"

jake carefully looks around before his eyes locked on his target for a second. jake proceeds to sassily cross his arms and roll his eyes hard, before giving jay a nasty side eye. collectively everyone started laughing

"sunoo." the group almost said in unison, as they continued laughing at jakes sassy impression of sunoo.

"hey!" sunoo snapped back but he couldn't even argue as it was completely accurate.

"ok, seriously though this was fun, we should get back to working now though," jake says while others boo and sigh

"hey i never said we couldn't continue this another time?" the rest of the group agreed and everyone went back into their spots in the living room.

everyone slowly got back into working on their projects and jake could tell your mind was elsewhere, so he without asking took on most of the work finishing up the project.

"hey y/n? can i ask you something?"

you turned quickly meeting the boys gaze,

"sure, what is it?" he paused for a minute before he asked you quietly, wanting to make sure no one overheard.

"is there something going on between you and heeseung?"

you eyes widened taken aback by jakes question,

"no, why..?" you quickly responded

"oh, i dont know, it just kinda seems like theres something going on between the two of you lately..."

"theres not! well.." you paused as you thought back to the night of the party. maybe he already told the guys what happened?

"well?"

"did he ever tell any of you what happened at the party?"

jake raised his eyebrows and shook his head, "no, did something happen between you two at the party?"

"no! well sorta... i just, he offered me a drink and i said yes and then i sorta.... ran away.."

you looked down fidgeting with your fingers. honestly you found jake easy to open up too. he was someone who was easy to talk to and instantly made anyone feel comfortable in his presence. so it wasnt hard to be truthful with him. it felt nice honestly.

its not like you couldn't talk to your best friends, its just that, you knew as soon as you did it would make it real. because they would encourage you, and you weren't exactly sure if thats what you wanted yet. with jake, he just was there to listen.

"why? - i mean, whyd you run away?"

"honestly... i dont know" you lied. obviously you couldn't tell him the full truth. you couldn't tell anyone.

"hey, well, if you ever need someone to talk to know that im around" he smiled warmly before playfully reaching over and ruffling your hair.

"i know yunjin and sunoo are great but its obvious they aren't always the most subtle people..." jake chuckled to which you did as well.

"yea, tell me about it."

"im here to listen, and i promise anything you tell me ill keep to myself." he smiled and you could tell he was being genuine.

"thanks jake" you smiled back warmly

"hey, at least we got the project done! no one else seemed to finished today. i bet we will get a 100%" he smiled bumping your arm and heeseung took note of the giggles and closeness clenching his jaw.

"you like her, dont you?"

heeseung snapped his head back to yunjin,

"is it that obvious?"

"hm, not really, well to me yea, but i dont think anyone else has noticed."

heeseung sighed as he admitted his feelings for the first time ever.

"good luck with that, she hasnt dated anyone since like middle school."

"so are you gonna help me out or what?"

"eh, maybe,– maybe if we get a good grade on this assignment."

heeseung sighs like hes doomed bc he knows whatever grade the both of them got on the project would be purely based off if yunjin knew what she was doing, because he did not.

"you are such an idiot, why do you think i agreed to be your partner when she partnered up with jake? its obvious that was the only reason you even asked me. "

"thanks," he smiled

"yea yea, whatever, u should probably hurry up, looks like jake thinks he has some sort of a chance too," she said and both of them shifted their direction to the two of you.

heeseung clenching his jaw as he saw the way jakes hand brushed over your arm.

"does she like him?" he asked gaze still fixated on the both of you.

"no idea, she doesnt talk about any of that, shes always so focused on school i havent heard anything about her having a crush in years."

the conversation slowly simmered out and heeseung got another idea as he saw you finally open your phone. he quickly pulled up his twitter account before tweeting again

gamer.lhee: "you watching me, angel?"

your face immediately turned red seeing the notification, clicking on it and seeing the previous ones. that's when it clicked. the whole time your ringer had been on. he was testing you. he knows.

you quickly stood up and excused yourself to the bathroom, something that was seeming to become a habit now. heeseung followed behind before his arms cornered you against the hallway wall.

"heeseung, what are you-"

he leaned in, dangerously close, lips almost brushing against your ear.

"do you also get this flustered when you watch me at night too?"

- tbc.

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This is your semi-regular reminder that for all that he very much leans into being 'just a guy', John Gaius is a horribly unsettling and disturbing eldritch entity who has not been entirely human for 10,000 years:

As the world went up I remade us both. I hid me in you... I hid you in me. And when we were together... I became God..

We're repeatedly told how uncanny Alecto was. And how terribly ordinary-looking John is...but how deeply, deeply upsetting his eyes are to behold. They're repeatedly described as "monstrous" (on one occasion, directly before John jokes "I'm not a monster"), as well as "terrible", "like dead planets", "primordial", "chthonic", "inconceivable", and "deeply fucked up".

There are multiple descriptions of how his down to earth persona suddenly falls away and he can be seen as something infinitely more awful:

"terrible divinity clung to his skin"

"It was the first time that he had seemed at all mortal. Humanity touched him briefly, like a passing shadow"

"He was no longer human. He was immortal again"

"He was always somehow more alive than everyone else around him, and yet dislocated from what you considered living. A man-shaped eclipse."

"The Emperor of the Nine Houses - the Resurrection - the First Reborn - sat at the end of the table, his plain face splattered with gore, and his eyes were the death of light."

There's one moment in particular where Harrow perceives him as something vastly beyond human:

his great immortal age - of an enormous distance between you, of an ignition too bright for you to conceive. You were an insect standing before a forest fire. You were a cell holding a heart.

(Though of course Harrow herself is far from metaphysically straightforward - in the River, Gideon says "You were a sigil: you were an intermingled fire...you were a hunger without a stomach...")

When John describes Resurrection Beasts to Harrow - although we do not yet know that this is a confession of murder and of a sort of cannibalism by a part man, part planet - he is "lit from beneath by electric lighting, the gleam in his eyes black and wet. You caught him moistening his lips with the tip of his tongue."

Even when he's not obviously being an eldritch thing, his very normal crown of foetal bones moves on its own, and the white rings in his eyes are described as flickering. Even blithely sitting in a Cohort Admiralty meeting munching peanuts, John is in constant, unsettling motion.

As if that doesn't already sound unpleasant enough, it seems rather like there is something physically discomforting about making eye contact with John. Looking on those white rings is likened to "dying" and "a migraine", and described as "scalding".

It still hurt you a little, to look into his terrible eyes... You had never become used to it.

Making eye contact with John doesn't just cause physical pain. It also seems to open you up to some degree of suggestion or compulsion. Here's Gideon's description of making eye contact with John:

God looked at me...and held my gaze. It was this that pinned us in place. When those white rings hovered on someone else, the blood rushed back to your brain; when they flickered back to me, I went white and blank again, mute and stupid, a floating outline... Those white-ringed eyes closed, and your heart almost relaxed in your chest.

Which seems to place two incidents that otherwise might be explained as Harrow's difficulty refusing the man she has been raised to worship as god in a different light:

It still hurt you in an undefinable way, to see him lowered so: as though he offered a compliance test where you ought to flatten yourself in front of him as low as you could go. The white ring around his pupil was so white.

He looked at you as though he were glad to see you... some nameless softening in his face and those white-tinged, primordial eyes. He reached out for your hands. You could not refuse him, and in any case had no choice of doing so; your body reacted long before your mind did, and the meat of your meat and the flesh of your flesh belonged to God

I don't think we're nearly frightened enough of John... Or of the prospect of John and Alecto - the man who became god and the god who became man - reunited (even if at odds) in ATN...

[quixotical-lymbo]

OMG I LOVED YOU ORION PAX FIC (this bot needs more love) can you do an Orion pax x reader, but it’s the reader’s reaction to Orion falling in that hole thingy? (yk at the end of the movie that D-16 dropped him in) like does

1. the reader goes crazy and bets up D-16 ?

2. jumps in after him?

3. cries and says "HE WAS MY FUTURE"

I need to knowwwww (also take some food bc i know you cooking with your fics 🍎🥐🥯🍔🍗🍟🌯🌮) TYY

Pairing: Orion Pax/Optimus Prime x gn!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: What happens when a bot witnesses their conjunx endura die in front of their eyes?  Warnings/Tags: Transformers One SPOILERS, guard!reader, cybertronian reader, mild descriptions of violence. Word Count: 1300+ words 

The first time you met Orion Pax was a blurry moment of rushing figures and yelling. This red and blue bot had a reputation, but you didn't know his designation at the time where you first started your job as a guard. 

Well, you certainly knew all about him, especially after your first run in with the troublemaker making his grand exit through a balcony. Of course, you just had to be making your rounds flying around the perimeter of the building when you were tackled out of the sky and pinned against the rooftop of the neighboring building. Groaning as the mech on top of you sputtered a flurry of apologies. The mech ran away without even offering a servo to help you up. 

The second time the two of you met, you learned his designation from the gossip about a miner always sneaking in and out of government buildings which held old records. You connected the name to the face of the mech you ran into again when patrolling indoors. 

It was…a unique exchange of pleasantries as Orion Pax attempted to sway you out of sounding the alarm. His attempts at distracting you with those flirty glances and sweet words did nothing to stop you from cuffing him and bringing him back to his station.

Over the deca-cycle, the interactions between you two grew warmer as the forced proximity bred an intimacy between you two. 

A conjunx ritus later and the two of you were an odd couple in the optics of Iacon. 

All because you managed to 'catch' the mech of who stole your spark. 

So why couldn't you save your conjunx when he needed you the most? 

It all happened too fast for your mind to react in time, but your frame moved before you could even scream the name out of your conjunx as his battered form dropped into the pit. You rushed forward, cables feeling like they were on fire as you reached a servo out in hopes of grabbing hold of something. Yet, you were too late and Orion was swallowed by the abyss right as something grasped your arms and yanked you away from the edge. 

You struggled to throw them off of you, blurred edges of your vision and the muffled shouts of your name didn't stop you from trying to fly down there—it didn't matter whether or not your spark would extinguish in the process. All that mattered was finding Orion Pax, your best friend, your companion, your everything. 

A voice heavy with grief managed to snap you out of your haze. You glanced over to meet Elita's optics, her face twisted with a pitying look that nearly sent you over the edge–metaphorically and literally. 

"The age of primes has ended....no more false prophets, follow me and you will never again be deceived!"

Cheers broke out from the high guards scattered within the shocked crowd of Iacon's citizens. 

"I will lead us all into the future!" Megatron opened his chassis and replaced the cog in his chest with Megatronus's cog. Purple electrical sparks emitted from his frame as his body transformed into a bulkier form.

"I…am…MEGATRON!" 

"Burn it down…all of it!"

Shots fired from the crowd as Megatron began shooting at the Sentinel statue and the structures surrounding it. 

 

"He's going to kill everyone." 

"We have to stop him-" Elita-1 was cut off as your form rushed past her and headed for the silver mech. Bee and Elita-1 glanced at each other before nodding and hastening after you. 

As Megatron continued shooting his cannon, a pede slammed into the side of his helm knocking him onto his knees. Megatron whipped around to find your fist heading toward his faceplate, he dodged and managed to grab your wrist in time to swing you around like a rag doll. 

Despite having a cog all this time, your frame was still shorter compared to Megatron's—but that didn't make you any less of a fighter. 

"You took him away from me! Your own best friend!" You bellowed and wrapped your legs around his arm to twist out of his grip. You swung your body weight to shift behind him and pummel him in punches. 

"He was your friend! My conjunx…my future….mine!" You grunted as Megatron ripped you off and threw you away. You rolled onto your servos and knees before jumping aside before the energy blast could hit you. The weight of losing Orion hit you all at once as you realized you had just rolled near the place where D-16…Megatron had dropped him. Your optics dimmed as your vision blurred from the rising dust and smoke. Your helm dropped and you couldn't see the massive cannon pointing at your pathetic form. 

"I took down the only thing standing in my way," Megatron sneered. The purr of his weapon charging up became a roar as the light within readied to snuff your spark. "And now? I will make sure you join him along with the rest who stand against me." 

"Not if we have anything to do about that!" Elita-1 charged in and snatched the cannon in time to redirect the shot elsewhere. 

A fight ensued and a multitude of thoughts ran through your processor. Your distraught and grief melded your frame into the floor. The noises and smell of destruction around you all blurred into one as you curled into a ball, wishing to disappear into the same abyss your conjunx had dropped in. 

After all, why continue this seemingly never ending cycle of injustice without the bot who made life worth living? 

No, Orion wouldn't have wanted you to think that way. Nor would have sat there wallowing in his own misery if your spark had stopped beating. He would've fought for you and you…will do the same.

Slamming your clenched servos into the ground you shot up and barreled toward the fight. Snarling as you drew closer and pounced onto Megatron just as he kicked Bee away. Before anyone on the tower could react, something exploded a piece of it and shot up into the sky. 

 

Amidst the chaos, you, Bee, and Elita-1 slid off the dome and landed on the lower platform again. 

Snapping your gaze up you found an familiar yet strange mech donning a similar color scheme to Orion standing before Megatron. 

 

"It can't be…" Bee began.

"It is." Elita-1 finished with wide optics. 

"Orion?" You whispered. 

 

He was alive. Alive. 

 

He was…different. 

 

…he wasn't dead and that's the important part. 

When all was said and done, Megatron was banished from Iacon and Energon returned to Cybertron, cogs being returned to the cogless citizens, you were finally able to have a moment alone with your conjunx now named Optimus Prime. 

His optics shone brightly as they landed on your faceplate. He turned to you fully and stretched his arm to reach you. You eagerly leaned into the palm of his servo, cheek pressing against the warmth of his hold on you. The faint hum of his spark calmed the raging storm within you, allowing your tense cables to ease up. 

"You've…changed." You sighed as you blinked back the liquid in your optics. 

"...so have you," Optimus craned his helm down to hold your gaze. "Come, we have a lot of things to discuss." 

You interlocked your digits with his, reluctant to drift away from him, but his softening gaze and even softer words persuaded you to let go. 

Trailing after the three but sticking close to Optimus's side, you nearly tripped over your own pedes as you felt the weight of his love through the bond. Keeping your expression neutral, you smiled inwardly and returned his affections tenfold. 

Primus, you were happy he was alive. 

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[riamaple]

Life on Your Line (Ch. 16)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Summary: Cursed to sacrifice your life to save another, you were never able to connect with others, always meant to drift before you could belong. Death was all you knew. Then, one day in Brooklyn, you saved a young man, and for some reason, you kept seeing him again. And again. And again. No matter where you went, across decades, you always found your way back to him.

He was forced to live to destroy, you were forced to die to save—bound together in ways neither of you could understand.

Warnings: Angst (with an eventual happy ending). Death and Dying. Self-Sacrifice (Immortality / Resurrection). Canon-Typical Violence / Description of Wounds. Suicidal Thoughts. Implications and References to Child Death, Suicide, Self-Destructive Behavior / Self-Harm.

Additional Warning(s) for This Chapter: Description of Torture (Bucky as the victim) — This warning pertains to the beginning of the chapter during Bucky’s memory of HYDRA. Read with caution.

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Word Count: 8.8k (My longest chapter yet! But also my favorite!)

CHAPTER 16: September 15, 2024

The assassin screamed.

The sound echoed through the room, rattling the walls and floors with anguish so raw that even the scientists around him flinched. His body seized as electric currents surged through him, starting from his thigh where a soldier had pressed a baton against his pants. The metal tips attached to the device were short and skinny, yet they made his back arch, his limbs convulsing against the restraints that locked him to his chair.

The assassin’s scream turned into a strangled sequence of breath, but that didn’t stop the soldier beside him from holding the baton firmly. A few more seconds went by before he finally stepped back, pulling the weapon away. The assassin immediately slumped back, gasping for air as his body refused to listen to him. Sweat glistened on his bare chest, his limbs trembled, and he struggled to lift his head as he slowly opened his eyes.

The soldier stood off to the side, joining his fellow men who also carried their own Shock Baton, a brand new weapon HYDRA made, as well as guns at their waists. No one except for one person moved—a silent man without an expression, yet radiated so much disappointment that no one dared to make eye contact with him…except for the assassin.

Colonel Vasily Karpov stepped in front of him, hands behind his back, and spoke with a flat voice. “Are you going to behave now?”

The assassin didn’t answer, but still kept his weary, frost-blue eyes trained on his handler as his chest rose and fell painfully. Karpov sighed as he extended his hand out to his right, and one of the guards stepped forward and handed him a file. He pulled out a photo from the file and studied the photo with cold eyes, each second passing by weighing down on the assassin.

“I know this mission was a difficult one,” Karpov said almost kindly, though his gaze never left the photo. “As always, we are grateful for your dedication in completing every one of your assignments.”

He then slammed the file shut, the noise echoing in the room as he finally looked at the puppet tangled in his strings. “But you failed to stay hidden. You forced us to intervene, override every system, and erase all camera footage around you. And the bomb—it should’ve been deactivated, but you let it explode and attract all this unwanted attention. You succeeded, but it wasn’t exactly the cleanest job, was it?”

The assassin stayed quiet as Karpov moved closer, towering over him. He finally turned the photo around to let him see the printed screenshot of the security feed. It was grainy and black-and-white, but still unmistakably captured him limping through an alleyway.

“We cleaned up your mess. So, tell me…”

He tapped on the photo.

Right on the figure holding the assassin up.

“Who was with you, Soldat?”

Silence.

Not a single word was said.

Karpov stood up straight, staring at the assassin as his eye twitched. Then he glanced at the soldier. “Again.”

Without hesitation, the soldier twisted the Shock Baton to its highest setting and jammed it into the assassin’s skin.

But this time, his leg was not the target. 

The scream that ripped from the assassin’s throat was sharper as the skin on his stomach���right on the edge of his stab wound—began to blister beneath the metal. The half-healed gash glowed, fresh blood squeezing out from the pressure of the baton, and the assassin could only thrash in his restraints. Darkness began to close in as he struggled to stay awake, but just before he could fully let the dark take over, the weapon was pulled away. He fell back into his seat with his eyes closed, and his head lolled to the side as he tried to breathe, but his throat was so dry that it just hurt. 

Karpov took another look at the photo, humming with his eyebrow raised. “Whoever this is, they’re clearly capable. Brave, even. Carrying you through the alleyways before riding on a bike to get away. But then,” he turned back to the assassin, “they jumped into the river just before it exploded.”

He leaned forward just as the assassin opened his eyes and spoke with a harsh voice. “You’re only alive because of them. This isn’t a stranger, Soldat. You have a history with them, and—” 

The assassin winced as his head was pulled back, his hair tangled between Karpov’s fingers. “—I need to know how, why, and when you met them,” he finished, glaring into the assassin’s eyes.

But still, he didn’t say a word.

Instead, his head fell back when Karpov released him, and his breath hitched upon seeing the soldier step forward again. But his handler raised his hand to stop him and then turned to face another man who wore a similar uniform. 

Karpov tilted his head up. “Colonel Titov.”

The assassin wearily looked up to see Lieutenant Colonel Matvei Titov, the next handler of the Winter Soldier, eagerly approach his training officer. He patiently watched Karpov walk to a table and pick up a red book with a black star, a scuffed cover, and wrinkled pages. He thumbed it open with an uneasy calmness and looked up at Titov.

“Go ahead.” He offered him the book. “You know what to do.”

With a sinister smile, Titov took the book—almost excited—as the assassin flinched at the cage that trapped his head, the metal plates pressing at his temples. He tried to move, but his body already lacked the strength to struggle, and he could only scream as electricity began to attack his body once again.

“Longing. Rusted.”

His mind— His mind was fading. No, no, no—

“Furnace. Daybreak. Seventeen.”

The assassin yanked his arms against the restraints, but they wouldn’t budge. Then the cage unlocked, freeing his head, but his memories continued to burn away. 

“Benign. Nine—”

A cry escaped the assassin’s throat while he himself could not. In his mind, a familiar silhouette walked by, and his eyes shot open, desperate to see this person.

“Homecoming—”

Desperate to hear this person—

“One—”

Desperate to hold this person—

“Freight—”

Don’t leave. Please don’t leave! Please! Don’t—

“—car.”

Quiet.

Everything was so…quiet.

The assassin let out a slow breath, his body no longer twitching. His eyes sharpened dangerously like an icicle ready to pierce someone’s skin. All of the pain he endured still lingered, but he didn’t care.

He was a machine, awaiting orders.

“Good evening, Soldat,” Titov greeted, setting the book down and receiving the photograph from Karpov.

The assassin’s gaze locked onto him, recognizing him as his future handler, and nodded. “Ready to comply.”

The restraints came undone, and he stood up without hesitation, his movements sharp as if he hadn’t been tortured for the past hour or so. He stared straight ahead, hands curled into fists by his sides as Titov lifted the photo to his face.

“Now, Soldat. Who is this?” he asked once again, confident in retrieving the answer as the puppet was back to being in their control.

The assassin looked at the photo and immediately opened his mouth. “She’s—”

He stopped, and the room went silent.

Titov furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes darting around the assassin’s blank expression. He glanced back at Karpov, who had his eyebrow raised at their puppet, wondering if he was short-circuiting. The soldiers and scientists all glanced at each other, feeling uneasy by the unusual energy in the room. 

Titov spun back around, shoving the photo closer to the assassin’s face. “Soldat. Who is this? Tell me—”

“Tell me what to do!”

The assassin’s eyes slightly widened, suddenly remembering someone’s cries.

It…

It was—

“Tell me what to do! I—I don’t know what to do!” you sobbed, feeling so helpless as the blood flowed past your fingers. “You gotta tell me!”

Rose.

His Rose—

He almost staggered back when Titov slapped him across the face, getting impatient with their broken toy. “Tell me who she is!”

“…No.”

The room went still.

Titov widened his eyes. “What?”

Suddenly, without an ounce of hesitation, James swiped one of the medical tools from a nearby table—a scalpel—and plunged it into the man’s right eye. Titov screamed, dropping the photo and grasping his face as blood quickly ran down his cheek, all while James bolted across the room.

“GET HIM! GET HIM NOW—”

Bullets sparked all around him, but James continued to run into the hallway, slamming into any soldier who attempted to stop him. He left behind the cloud of panic—the HYDRA operatives who realized that their puppet could say no.

All because of someone in that photo.

The hallway was even more chaotic, as James punched every soldier into the walls, grabbed their weapons, and shot any more men who tried to stop him. Blood ran from his abdomen, sweat dripped from his forehead, but he continued to push. 

Get out of there. Escape. Find Rose—

A shot rang out, and he stumbled, pain exploding in his leg. He tried to catch himself, but a second bullet tore through his other leg, sending him crashing to the floor. He tried to scramble away, but then he shrieked at the Shock Baton against his back. He swung his left arm back, knocking the soldier off his feet, but two more of them joined and jammed their Shock Batons into his body. James thrashed around, trying to kick them away, but the first soldier jumped back onto his feet and joined the other two in shocking him.

James screamed, and screamed, and screamed.

Even when there was nothing left in his throat, his mouth could only stay open.

When the shocks finally stopped, he could barely move before multiple men grabbed him, dragging him back through the hall. Blood followed him, streaking at his ankles and leaving a grotesque trail behind. James tried to rip himself away, but they eventually threw him back into the chair, trying to keep him in place while the metal restraints moved.

Karpov stepped forward. “Wipe him—“

James tore one of the restraints off before it completely latched and punched one of the soldiers in the chest, stopping his heart instantly as he flew across the room. The other men faltered as he yanked against them, screaming as they pinned him down to the chair.

“SECURE HIM! SECURE HIM NOW!”

A tangle of metal and limbs crashed onto him—more soldiers, more weight, more cages. James’s body quivered under the pressure, every muscle twitching uncontrollably while tears began to form in his eyes.

Karpov frowned with disgust at the sight—this shouldn’t be. The Winter Soldier shouldn’t be crying. He wasn’t capable of crying.

Quietly, he looked to the floor, gaze locking onto the bloodied photo—onto the figure that saved their puppet.

Then, from the different crowd in the room, Titov marched forward, blood dripping from the bandage that the doctors had wrapped over his ruined eye. He snatched a Shock Baton from one of the soldiers’ waistbands and immediately stabbed James’s stomach wound, turning the weapon on to full power.

James let out the most gut-wrenching scream as the guards all jumped away, the metal restraints finally holding their toy in place.

“Colonel,” Karpov called for him.

But Titov didn’t listen. He continued to push the baton further into the wound, his one eye full of fury and hatred.

“Colonel Titov, that’s enough!” Karpov yelled at him with assertion, prompting the man to finally turn off the baton and step back.

James slumped, completely motionless except for his eyes, which slowly blinked at the Colonel. His breathing was just as slow as the metal cage that trapped his head again, and he didn’t even have the strength to flinch at its touch.

“Increase the power,” Titov snarled.

Karpov turned to him, an intense frown on his face. “Colonel—”

“Increase the power now!”

The scientist hesitated. “By how much, sir?”

“He doesn’t want to talk, so make it so he can’t remember how to,” he spat, throwing the Shock Baton aside. “Wipe him, then throw him back into the chamber. He’s been out for too long.”

The scientists glanced at each other before looking at Karpov, waiting for the approval of the highest rank in the room. The man watched James carefully before slowly walking up to him. He scooped up the photo, held it between him and the puppet, and locked eyes with him again.

“Last chance.” He raised the photo. “Who is she?”

No response.

Karpov sighed before nodding to the scientists, who quickly worked to charge the machine to its strongest point. Then he turned around and showed the photo to everyone. “Find out who she is.”

At that, James finally moved, widening his eyes at the intense focus everyone had on the photo.

“Whoever she is, she’s a threat to our operation,” Karpov continued through the screaming. “Find out who she is. Everything about her.”

No. No—

“Sir, she’s dead,” Titov said, still heaving in pain with a hand over his eye. “She was within the bomb’s range—”

“One thing you should always know, Colonel,” Karpov interrupted with a sharp look, “is that everything is possible.” He turned back to the soldiers. “Find out who she is. We must learn how she broke his programming so it doesn’t happen again.”

Before James could say a word, a bloody cry tore out of his throat as the cage shocked his mind once again, and his hands clenched into fists as he struggled to get out. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to latch onto every memory he had of the person who saved him over and over again.

No. No! Don’t hurt her. Don’t fucking—

“And if she’s still alive—”

NO—

“—bring her here—”

A loud crash startled Bucky awake.

A strangled hiss escaped his throat when he landed on the carpet floor, the burn on his right side throbbing from the sudden movement. His breaths, unsteady and jagged, sent more pain through his body, forcing his eyes to squeeze shut.

“Shit! Fuck…” he choked out, trying to slow down his breaths, curling his body into the blanket that tangled around him.

His body twitched under the covers, jerking away from the restraints, but Bucky slowly blinked his eyes open when he realized nothing was holding him back. His skin glowed with sweat under the early evening sunlight that blinded him, but the stillness of his bedroom helped calm his nerves. With a long, deep breath, Bucky slowly crawled back into his bed, wincing at the unfortunate injury he sustained from the recent mission he went on with Sam. 

Flamethrowers were only fun when it was not pointed at you.

Gently placing a hand over his bandage, Bucky carefully began to lie on his back, but he paused. Blinking at the crumbled wall towards the ceiling, he slowly tilted his head down until he spotted his bedside table, now in pieces and scattered all over the carpet.

He stared at it for a while before collapsing back onto his pillow. “Fuck,” he breathed, rubbing his face in frustration.

Sarah picked that for him. God fucking damn it—

He let out the biggest groan, throwing his hands off his face before staring deeply at the bare ceiling.

Then again, it was from IKEA. There were so many of those. The Wilsons would never notice if he got a new one. It would be his own little secret…

Bucky blinked.

Secrets.

He was getting tired of them.

Slowly, Bucky resorted to getting out of bed, moaning in pain as he limped to his bathroom. His left ankle was sprained when he narrowly avoided getting burned to a crisp, and there were a few cuts on his face that were almost gone. He flicked the light on and leaned against the sink, exhaling as he unwrapped the bandage around his abdomen.

His fingers trembled, but he refused to acknowledge that.

Bucky sighed once he spotted red stains seeping through the dressing and turned on the faucet to let the water get warm. He dropped the bloody bandage to the tiled floor and wrinkled his nose at the scabs before grabbing a clean washcloth, dampening it, and gently washing the blood off it. His breath shuddered whenever he touched a particularly sensitive area, and he finally tossed the cloth away when there was no more bleeding. Although Sam had thrown a tube of antibiotic ointment at him, Bucky didn’t apply it as his body was swiftly healing the wound, so he reached for a new dressing instead.

But he paused when he looked in the mirror, his eyes not on the current wound, but rather an old one. 

Lightly, he brushed his fingers over the scar that had grown so ugly and rough, existing right over his stomach as a discolored patch of skin. There was a faint line where the knife had landed, as well as raised, jagged skin where the electrodes had burned him. The overall scar faded, but never quite disappeared like the others.

And even though it didn’t hurt anymore, it still ached in a different way.

Bucky’s vibranium palm rested against the scar, its coolness pulling him back into the nightmare he endured. The cold restraints, harsh violence, and all the screams that shredded his vocal cords. The night he arrived in Siberia, the night he bled in London…

You.

Your trembling arm snaked around his waist as you rushed him through the alleyways. Your teary eyes locked onto his as you clawed at the hand around your throat. Your desperate cries shaking the room as you begged him to tell you how to help—how to save him.

And then you left. With a bomb against your chest, you ran off to die alone. You were so brave. So stubborn. 

God. He missed you so much.

His breath hitched as he shut his eyes, lips trembling as the scar beneath his metal fingertips still managed to burn him—as the memory of you wrapped around him, as it always did whenever he longed for you.

But it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.

He needed you now. No more lies. No more pretending.

He was tired of secrets.

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You held the front door open, feeling the evening sun warm your face. “Are you sure I can’t call you a taxi or something?”

The elderly woman, one of your regulars, lightly chuckled and patted you on the arm. “No, dear. I may be old, but I’m not fragile. I can walk home just fine.”

You smiled. “I never said you were old. I’m just looking out for you, that’s all.”

“Well, I do appreciate it.” She waved at you with a wide grin. “Thank you for the recommendations, dear. Have a good night.”

“You too,” you said with a wave and then watched your last customer of the day walk down the sidewalk.

After a few seconds, you stepped back into your store, clicking the door shut and closing the blinds as a sigh left your lips. It was one of those days where your body ached more than you’d like—where your bones felt heavy and your muscles couldn’t decide if they wanted to be tight or loose, making it so that you didn’t feel like you were in control of your body.

Your curse just loved to make your life harder.

You made your way to the front desk to retrieve your bag from underneath—you had put it there when you realized how slow the business was and figured you could get out of the store as soon as it was closing time. You bent over to reach for the bag but then paused.

You stared at the toolbox right beside it.

You had originally put it in the back room, but then quickly moved it to the front desk. You knew that Bucky would come back the next day for another book—another story to dive into—so you planned to pass back the tools along with whatever book he picked next. So you waited for the next day to come.

But, when the next day came, he didn’t.

You then told yourself that he’d be back the day after—that maybe he was just taking his time to read the thriller you gave him. But then another day passed, and another, and another. Now, it had been over a week since he showed up, and you couldn’t help but wonder where he had disappeared.

And of course, your thoughts delved into a darker place.

You tried not to think of the worst—Bucky was strong and capable, trained to survive anything that the world threw at him. And if anything, if something horrific threatened him, you would’ve been sent to him. That was how it worked—how it worked every time. If he were in danger, you were there to save him.

Unless… Maybe it wasn't the danger he was escaping from.

Was…

Was it you?

You kept staring at the toolbox, now on your knees, and your bag untouched. Your hands curled into your pants as your chest ached.

Maybe you pushed him away too hard. 

It made sense, right? You did your best to convince him that you weren’t who he wanted you to be, so now you were just a stranger. You didn’t know him—he didn’t know you. That was what you wanted. To keep your distance and pretend you never were in his life for the past ninety years. You wanted him to move on from you. This was what you asked for.

So…why did it hurt so much?

Tears threatened to form in your eyes, so you quickly took a deep breath to push the tightness in your chest away.

You were just so fucking tired.

No matter what you did, life would just be painful. If you embrace Bucky, then you would deal with the agony that would come with losing him—watching him grow old while you still waited for one fucking wrinkle to appear on your face. But if you rejected him, then you would never get the life you dreamed of—to be able to walk through Brooklyn with his hand in yours, laughing and talking about what to eat for dinner or where to go for dessert.

And worst of all, regardless of what you picked, he would die, and you would survive.

You would always survive but never live.

Clearing your throat and taking another breath, you snatched your bag and stood up abruptly, desperate to go home and try to sleep the pain away. But just as you went to swing the strap over your shoulder, the front door opened, and you turned to see who walked in.

You softly gasped upon seeing Bucky step inside, and a soft smile immediately formed on your face.

“Bucky.” You quickly walked around the desk to go towards him. “Welcome back—”

You halted, eyes widening at his appearance. For the first time, Bucky’s jacket and gloves were nowhere to be found, fully displaying his vibranium arm to the public. There were a few cuts on his face still healing up, and he favored one leg as he stepped closer to you with a weary frown.

“You’re…” You approached him, getting close enough to see the damage. “You’re hurt.”

He nodded, looking at you with hollow eyes. “I just came back from a mission.”

Mission.

You felt your cheeks get warm, embarrassed from forgetting that detail—of course, he still went on missions. He was a fighter—a hero who stopped at nothing to protect those who needed saving. Every day, he worked to be a better person and do something good.

But something still twisted in your stomach, seeing him all battered and tired.

Nevertheless, you managed to give him a small smile, tinted with concern but full of sincerity. “You look exhausted.”

“It was a long mission,” he replied quietly, his eyes never leaving you.

“I bet. I did miss seeing you around here,” you lightly chuckled. “Was waiting for you to come back and buy another book.”

Bucky’s lips went ajar as he took in your smile. Then he swallowed and exhaled. “Maybe tomorrow.”

You nodded, knowing he still needed to rest. “Tomorrow is good. That said…” You began to turn around. “You left your toolbox last week. Do you want it now, or—”

When a hand slipped into yours, you froze.

You turned back around, stunned by Bucky’s right hand clutching yours as if he had done so many times before. With a shaky breath, you looked up at him to see that he was staring at your hand, so warm in his cold grasp. Before you could say something—to ask what was wrong—he sighed and stepped closer.

All the words you thought about saying vanished when he hugged you.

He hugged you.

He was hugging you.

Your eyes were as big as the sun that was setting slowly, your breath only a whisper, while Bucky firmly held you. His arms were around your upper back, his cheek against your temple, while his eyes were closed; he could feel your heart rapidly beating against his chest, and the rhythm was familiar.

Of course, it was familiar.

He knew your heartbeat.

“Bucky?” you quietly said with your arms floating by his sides, unsure of what to do. “Are you okay—”

“I can’t do this anymore,” he said with a slight crack in his voice.

Your breath hitched. “Bucky, what are you—”

“Stop.”

Slowly, Bucky pulled away just enough to still have you in his embrace. You looked up and gulped, feeling his frost-blue eyes pierce into your soul, but not with anger or disappointment.

Just hope. Very, very fragile hope.

“It’s you,” he whispered. “I know it’s you, Rose.”

The words landed like a rock against a glass window—sudden, unexpected, loud, dangerous. But once the shards fell to the floor and the sun shined on them, it was a gorgeous sight of scattered rainbows.

The shards didn’t fall just yet. You wouldn’t let them.

You gazed back at him, shocked and conflicted—emotions crashing into each other before you could even name what they were. But before you could even take a moment—before you could let your heart grab at what it wanted—you took a few steps back, pulling yourself out of his grasp, and his arms fell away without resistance.

“Bucky… Not this again.” You softly sighed, shaking your head while painting an apologetic frown onto your mask. “I thought we’re past this.”

A quiet devastation emerged on his face, almost making you look away as it shot pain at your chest. The light in his eyes flickered like a candlelight struggling to stay awake during a storm. 

Bucky’s lips went thin before he took a careful breath, his shoulders slumped, but his eyes locked onto you. “I tried to believe it wasn’t really you, but I can’t. I can’t anymore.”

Your hands curled into fists by your sides, your feet shifting side-to-side as you let out a breath, trying to keep up your little play. “Bucky… I’m so sorry. I really am, but…I’m not her. I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

But he only closed his eyes, his jaw tensing as he shook his head. “You can’t pretend anymore, Rose,” he said, his voice full of tremor.

“I’m not…” you started, but even your voice was giving up—wanting to stop encouraging your lies. “I know you want me to be, but I’m just… I’m just someone who works at a bookstore. Nothing more.”

“But you’re wrong. You’re more than that.” He opened his eyes, meeting your gaze again. “You’ve always been so much more to me.”

Something skipped in your heart, but you looked away to avoid his eyes. You hated that he was looking at you like that—like you were something still so sacred to him. 

You swallowed back the weight in your throat. “We can’t do this again. Please… Let’s not ruin what we have.”

“And what is it that we have?”

Your eyes slightly widened as you faced him again. “Bucky—”

“I thought that maybe something happened to you.”

You went quiet as he slowly stepped closer, careful not to frighten you away. He moved as if he was stuck in a dream—unsure of what was real, but afraid of waking up from it.

“I thought that maybe you lost your memory, or that you only remember who I am when you magically show up. I don’t know—there’s just too much weird shit that happens that it seemed possible that maybe you were telling the truth. That you really believe that you aren’t Rose, because you denied it so hard that it felt like I was the crazy one. Maybe–” 

His voice cracked as he gasped for a breath—a moment to recover and heal from the pain inside, but it wasn’t long enough. “Maybe I’m just so broken—desperate—that I wanted you to be her so bad—so bad that I made it up. So I tried to let it go for a bit. Force myself to accept that I was wrong.”

He then let out a strangled chuckle. “I thought it was going to be impossible, but then we started to talk, and…the more we talked, the more I saw you were different. I mean…you look like her, talk like her, but the way you carry yourself, it’s… I don’t know. It’s just different. But then…you smiled.” His mouth ticked upward. “I finally got to see you smile and laugh because something nice happened, and all of a sudden, it didn’t matter if you were lying or not. I…”

He chuckled, but this time it was lighter. His eyes grew softer as he smiled at you. “I got to see you happy.”

You couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe. Fuck— Stop denying it—

“Bucky…” You shook your head, biting your lips before speaking again—to stop him from continuing. “I’m not—”

“But then you said to me, ‘Tell me what to do,’ and I knew it was you.” 

Frozen in place, you could only watch Bucky release a broken laugh, hollow like it had broken him before.

“It’s so fucking stupid,” he said, shaking his head. “Out of everything you did, you saying that one line made me see that it had to be you. That night I was dying, when I was bleeding out, you refused to leave me. You asked me to tell you how to help—to tell you what to do.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “And then last week, over fucking book recommendations, you said the same thing. So casually, but I still heard you from that night.”

Your eyes darted around, your heart leaping from his words. “I…”

“Even though I told you to leave, you wouldn’t listen. I begged you to go, but you didn’t. We were in the freezing cold, fighting a super-soldier in the middle of London, and all you could do was worry about me. He tried to kill you. He—” 

His breath shuddered as his eyes began to glisten, overwhelmed by one of his worst memories. “He almost killed you. I wasn’t strong enough to stop him, and he—he almost killed you…but you still only cared about me. I….I can still hear your cries. It's all I hear, so I need you to talk to me.”

Without a second to spare, Bucky reached for you, hands grasping your arms not to restrain, but to ground himself. To prove that you were in front of him.

And you let him.

You should’ve stepped back—pulled away—but the tremors in his voice and his threatening tears stunned you still. To see him in so much pain because of you and your lies made your insides twist, your mask chipping away by the claws of your emotions. Your breath hitched as his grip tightened—not painfully, but with urgency.

“I need you to tell me the truth. Right now,” he whispered. “Are you Rose?”

You stared at him, your mouth opening but your voice struggling to make a sound. “I…”

“Or— Fuck—” He choked on his breath, gasping for air as he squeezed your arms. “I don’t know. I just—”

He was unraveling, falling apart like a thin sheet of ice under too much weight, and yet he still welcomed it. He welcomed your warmth, melting him away into nothing, if it meant he could have you.

“I don’t know what’s happening. Why you won’t tell me you’re her.” His eyes searched yours, frantic and aching. “Do… Do you even remember me?”

You dropped your head, unable to look at him because everything in you ached to say yes. Your mask was falling apart—cracking down the middle as your fingers twitched with restraint. Your gaze was fixed on his chest, as one glance at his frost-blue eyes would send you crashing to the depths of your heart. Bucky tried to look at you, lowering his head to your level, but you just turned your head away more, teeth clenched as you tried to even out your breaths.

But Bucky then let go of one of your arms, and for a moment, you foolishly believed that maybe he was giving up. 

Instead, you heard a jingle. Just unexpected enough to lift your head and watch something silver fall onto his chest.

Your eyes flew open, gazing at your locket that glowed so brightly, catching a moment between you and him. The air left your lungs harshly, and before you could stop yourself, the name that was so dear to your heart left your lips silently.

And that was all it took.

Bucky’s breath got caught in his throat as his eyes grew wide with hope blooming beneath the desperation. He reached for your arm again, his fingers curling around you like a lifeline while his lips wobbled.

“You do remember me,” he choked out.

And while his voice wasn’t loud, it broke your mask in two—every wall you built up crumbled to make room in your heart. You snapped your head up at him as horror seeped into your face, and he could see the silver of recognition you struggled not to reveal. Relief flooded his eyes, making the teardrops on their edges bigger as he watched you with so much care.

No, you couldn’t. This couldn’t happen—

You tried to step back, but he was faster and held your arms firmer, never hurting you and just keeping you close. And in that stillness, your breath stuttered while your eyes began to shine with unshed tears.

You frantically shook your head. “Let me go.”

“I can’t,” he whispered back, almost as if he was apologizing. “Not this time.”

“Bucky, please—”

“Why were you lying to me?” he interrupted with a fragile voice, and finally, his tears slipped free, and your heart broke at the sight—at the fact that you made him cry. “Why?”

“No,” you stuttered, “I just—”

“Was it me?” His voice broke, and you widened your eyes, startled by his assumption. “Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No—” You quickly shook your head as a teardrop escaped your eye. “Never. It wasn’t you.”

“Then why did you lie?” he desperately asked, his lips trembling. “Rose, why?”

“No, I—” Your breath hitched, and your voice quivered along with his. “I’m not Rose.”

“Rose—”

“I’m not her. I’m not.”

“But you know me. Not Sergeant Barnes. Not the Winter Soldier. Not even Bucky— You know me, and this locket,” he cried, glancing down at the jewelry between you both. “You gave this to me back in D.C. before you left. Before you d—” He choked on his words, shaking his head with a whisper, “You told me to keep it safe, and I have. I have all this time, Rose, and I’m here to give it back to you. But—” His breath shuddered again, ragged and raw. “I need you to say it. I need you to tell me you’re her.”

You dropped your head, feeling like it weighed too much to carry, and avoided his teary eyes. “Please let me go.”

“I won’t.”

“Please—”

“I looked for you.”

You flinched, but you still didn’t lift your head. You couldn’t. You just couldn’t. Instead, your tears finally began to fall, a broken breath escaping your lips as you shook your head. But he continued to dig into you with just his words.

“I stayed in D.C., near that clothing store. I waited for you, but you didn’t show up. I thought that maybe you had run away after coming back to life. I stuck around for a few weeks before I had to run too.” He squeezed your arms, silently begging for you to look up. “I ran and I lived, just like you told me to. I learned more about myself, figuring out who James Buchanan Barnes is, but I still looked for you. Here and there, wondering when you’d show up again.”

“Bucky, please…” you whispered, your voice turning into a whimper. “Please…”

“You said I’d see you again only when I needed you,” he said. “I need you now.”

“You don’t…”

“I need you.” His voice cracked as it got louder. “Rose, I need you.”

“I’m—” you gasped, and it just hurt so much to keep everything in. “I’m not Rose!”

“Then tell me!”

Everything went still.

You trembled under his touch, heart painfully pounding against your chest as your eyes were squeezed shut. The grip on your arms slightly loosened, both of your voices no longer rumbling through the space, and for a bit, it was just quiet.

Then, slowly, Bucky raised his right hand, letting his fingers brush under your chin. And with the gentlest of care, he lifted your face to meet his softened eyes.

Oh, those frost-blue eyes were always your favorite, weren’t they?

You gazed at him, and he gazed at you, both allowing yourselves to take a second to take it all in. To see each other—admire one another—while you both had time.

Bucky then moved his hand, resting his palm against your wet cheek. His thumb brushed an incoming tear away, and he softly let out a breath. Even after everything—after all the denial—he still looked at you like you were the answer to his life.

“Tell me,” he whispered, his voice full of love. “Tell me who you are.”

You couldn’t take it anymore.

The way he looked at you. The way he held you. The way he spoke to you.

You didn’t deserve any of it. 

At least, that was what you believed in. Your life had been built on lies—on ashes of bridges you burnt, all to avoid the loss of the people you loved. There was a cost to love, and you lived your entire life paying it with not much in return, so you kept your distance. Built up a barrier around you that deflected the truth, not because you wanted to be alone, but because you thought it was the only way to stay unharmed.

But you thought wrong. Everything fucking hurt.

The loneliness you’d tried to pretend was peace—mercy—was closing in on you, tearing your soul apart every chance it got. You tried to act out the part in this play of yours, but the lines had grown too heavy for you to deliver. Being a different character than the real person you were… It was too much. It hurt too fucking much.

No matter what you did, everything would always hurt.

So… 

Maybe it wasn’t such a terrible idea to go down a path where you could be happy, even if it was just for a little bit.

You let out a stuttering breath, almost as if your lungs had forgotten how to breathe. Your jaw clenched against his palm, which was so soft despite the number of wars he’d fought through. It was insane—you knew that this very hand had taken the lives of so many, his choice or not, and yet it was the most gentle touch you had ever embraced.

Your eyes softened at the way he waited for you to speak, and you took a slow breath.

“I’m just someone who works at a bookstore,” you repeated from earlier.

Bucky faltered, dropping his hand from your face as his lips suddenly trembled at the thought of you denying him again. “Stop.” He shook his head desperately. “Please, just—”

“No, no,” you softly stopped him, and he went quiet at how your eyes shimmered with an unfamiliar kind of conflict. Your voice steadied as you continued, so calm, unlike the storm that blew through you two just a moment ago. “It’s the truth. I’m just someone who works at a bookstore… I’ve always been. I’m just someone who loves books. Who loves working every day to recommend novels to new readers and revisit classics with old ones. I had other jobs here and there, but they always had to do something with reading or writing. I like to write stories for myself and share stories with others.”

You gave yourself a pause, taking another breath against your trembling shoulders, letting your walls fall finally by your choice.

“Sometimes…I help someone else write another chapter in their story. And…” you took a deep breath before cracking a tearful smile, “I’m so glad to see you’re still writing, James.”

The name rolled off your tongue so easily, like a memory that was forever engraved in both of your hearts.

Bucky’s eyes widened at the sound of it, his lips parting but releasing no sound. He only stood there, propped up by the truth, while the denial around you vanished. He dropped his metal hand from your arm as if it were pulled down by the weight of relief. His chest rose sharply at his staggered breaths, and his gaze went so soft.

“It’s you,” he whispered like you still weren’t real in front of him.

“It’s me.” You then let out a soft laugh, and another teardrop rolled down your cheek. “I thought you already knew that. You sounded so certain before.”

“I…” Words no longer trailed from his lips while his eyes remained locked onto you. 

You managed to smile, though it pained your chest. “I’m glad to see you’re doing okay. Living, like you said.”

Bucky continued to watch you closely, still stunned by the truth despite begging for it. He looked at you like you were a ghost, only realizing that you had a pulse and a lifetime of stories to share. But slowly, he could see you weren't a ghost, or an angel. You…

“You’re really just a person,” he quietly said, almost to himself.

Your eyes slightly widened at the comment, and you couldn’t help but snort through your tears. “Wow. What a compliment.”

He immediately winced. “Shit. That’s— That’s not what I meant.”

“I know,” you responded, the corner of your lips twitching despite the ache in your heart. “But still, for someone who’s died multiple times, I sure look average, huh?”

“What? No, you…” He took another deep look at you and breathed with the only belief he truly embraced at the moment. “You’re beautiful.”

Something leaped in your heart.

Your breath caught, your eyes darting around as his words sank in. How was it possible that he could say that so easily? Even before, when he was still a puppet desperately wanting to be a real boy, he admired you—showed how gorgeous you were just by the way he gazed at you. Those frost-blue eyes always told you that you were more than just a sacrifice.

Bucky, with wide eyes and a steadier breath, stared at you like he still couldn’t believe his guardian angel returned from the sky. But then, slowly, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Rose… Why were you pretending not to know me?” he asked.

You grimaced, glancing down at the floor as the questions you dreaded stabbed you again. “It’s complicated.”

“Complicated?” He stepped closer, and before you could react, he took your hands. “I don’t understand… Why were you…”

“James, I’m sorry. It’s…” You sighed. “It’s just complicated.”

“But… No,” he shook his head, “I need to know. Why did you lie?”

Your gaze landed on your hands in his, feeling so grounded by his touch. “For reasons you couldn’t understand,” you breathed.

“Then help me understand.” His voice was softer now, almost pleading. “I can’t lose you again, Rose.”

But then you pulled away from his grasp once again, immediately feeling like you could collapse to the floor any second. “James…”

“Please. Can we please talk?” He gently found your wrist, making sure you wouldn’t fall under his watch. You felt his hand slightly shaking as he held you, and his breath quivered as he continued. “If not now, then tomorrow. Or the day after. I don’t care. Just…let’s talk.”

You hesitated and then shook your head lightly. “I don’t think talking is a good idea.”

“Why—”

“You’ll hate me.”

He went silent, an echo of questions forming in his widened eyes as you curled in, feeling small from saying those words aloud, but you continued. “James, I promise you… If I told you why I lied, you’ll…you’ll hate me. And I…” A couple of tears began to fall from your eyes again as you trembled in his grasp. “I can’t…”

“No. Rose,” he reached for your face again, wiping away your tears with his thumb, “I could never hate you. So…please… Please help me understand. I want to. I…I want to know everything about you.”

Your throat tightened so much that you couldn’t respond, and your lungs struggled to relieve the pain that continued to grow.

But then, Bucky wrapped his arms around you again, slowly resting his hands on your back and anchoring you to him. His embrace wasn’t forceful or demanding—it was certain and safe, and everything you ever wanted in a comforting hug. But still, you stiffened in his arms, wanting to say no to bringing him further into your life.

But he spoke first.

“Please,” he breathed into your hair, his voice low and warm. “Let’s talk.”

And at that, you nodded. It was the tiniest of movements, but you still nodded, and it sent a wave of relief through Bucky.

And then, slowly and carefully, he pulled back just enough to see your face again—cheeks were still stained with tears, eyes puffy and red, and lips trembling at how warm he was.

But…despite all that…

You were beautiful. Maybe even more beautiful than the day he had to let you go.

Then, he broke. A cry that had been buried deep within him for decades finally crawled out, and he pulled you back into his arms, holding you like you could disappear at any second.

“You’re here,” he gasped, his voice quickly unraveling. He cradled the back of your head as if you were the fragile one. “Fuck, you’re really here.”

All words vanished from your lips as he held onto you tighter, and you were too shocked by his intense relief that you were just present. His cries then turned into sobs, his chest vibrating against your body.

Then…he whispered.

“You're—” Bucky choked on his breath. “You’re okay,” he softly said, not as a hopeful wish, but as his truth.

Something broke your heart.

But this time, it wasn’t out of sadness.

You crumbled, your knees buckling while a gasp escaped your throat, but Bucky didn’t let you fall. His arms protected you from further pain as tears flowed down your face from hearing the relief in his voice in knowing you were still here, alive, breathing, and okay.

You were okay.

Your arms circled him while you buried your face in the crook of his neck, weeping to let go of the silence that engulfed you for years. You hiccuped as your breath faltered and broke, unable to keep up with you letting go of your pain and realizing that you weren’t alone at this moment.

Despite feeling his injured side scream at him for every movement, Bucky refused to let go, securing himself to your warmth, the kind he always wished to have at his side.

And for once, in both of your lives…

Neither one of you had to rush through this embrace.

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James laid in the attic, peering out through a small window and watching the streets that were busier now. He sighed, leaning back against the wall as the people below scrambled like startled animals in the aftermath of the explosion. Sirens wailed in the far distance, their lights fighting for their glow as the sun rose.

It was a miracle he’d managed to hide before the police fully locked down the area, as the city was being searched in every crevice for the culprit of the bombing. It was a painful experience, but James had managed to throw a tarp over his enemy’s body before finding an attic to lay low in. Now, he could only hope that the police wouldn’t come into this building soon. The focus was still on the distant area, closer to where the bomb went off, but it was a matter of time before police came roaming around where he was.

And if they found him, he wouldn’t be able to run. At any other time, he could easily disappear like a ghost, but with half-healed wounds and exhaustion that was deep within his bones, he could barely move a muscle. He had barely survived the fight.

You had been the one to finish it, too. You saved him again.

And died.

James turned his head, gazing at the torn fabric pressed against his stomach. His stab wound had finally stopped bleeding, but he couldn’t throw away what was left of your hoodie.

It was strange—every time you died and he turned away even for a second, your body would be gone. Your blood, strands of hair, remnants of clothes—all of it would disappear with you as if you never existed. You would vanish, leaving James to wonder if you were even real.

But this time, the hoodie stayed.

It was bloody and tattered, but still carried your scent that had a faint hint of old books. James expected it to disappear when the bomb went off, so when it didn’t, he had slight hopes that you survived, but then later accepted that you were gone.

But the hoodie stayed.

Maybe…

Maybe you were still protecting him.

Even in death, you were still keeping him alive.

With a strangled breath, James closed his eyes and clutched the fabric tighter in his fist, as it was the only thing keeping him human. Even after sacrificing your life, you were still trying to save his humanity, so he just had to hold on.

Suddenly, a sound below broke his thoughts, and he froze. He stayed silent, listening to heavy boots wander around the floors under him while his pulse picked up. His eyes were locked onto the trapdoor, even when he began to hear Russian nearby.

Soon, the door creaked open, and a man popped his head in, cautious and armed. He searched around and slightly jumped at seeing James against one of the walls. The HYDRA operative sighed as he climbed in, his partner following close behind with a groan. The first operative quickly clicked on his radio.

“I found Soldat. Calling for extraction.”

James didn’t say a word. Even when the two men looked at him with disdain and annoyance, he didn’t speak.

But then, the second operative raised an eyebrow and gestured to his stomach. “Where did you get that?”

James didn’t reply. Instead, he hugged onto the scraps of your hoodie tighter, unable to let go. Even when the extraction team came to drag him out of the attic, he still clung to your tattered clothes.

And when they tried to rip the fabric away, he murdered one of the operatives.

Because that was who he was, right? A murderer. A monster. A…

No.

That wasn’t him.

You said that wasn’t him.

You said that he was James Buchanan Barnes, a man who lived in Brooklyn in the thirties and so on. A man who almost got into a car accident and dodged an explosion in the mountains during the war. A man who walked into a bookstore to buy his sister, Becca, a book. A man who loved his sister—his family with all of his heart.

A man who had to survive.

A man who had to live.

You had begged him to. You had cried—sobbed—for him to live. 

He couldn’t let go of your words. No matter what happened to his mind next, he would never forget you and your tears.

And he swore to himself that the next time he saw you, he would hold you close and never let go.

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[volturiprincess]

Girlfriend

Demetri Volturi x fem reader

Summary: Demetri just being his sweet self Warnings: Slight mentions of people being pigs, but other than that just Fluff A/N: Another one!!!! This one just flowed out of me, I'm pretty sure it took me like 5 hours to write. I did not intend to finish it today but all well, Im just keeping everyone feed😅. The song inspiration for this was "Girlfriend" by Big Bang. Enjoy💙 Word Count: 921

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How can you be so pretty? Will you believe me if I tell you I've got more butterflies than the first time I met you

A breath of fresh air I felt as he came into my view, the air felt crispier as I inhaled and exhaled. My eyes never left him as he moved away from me. Where is my air going? Did I say something wrong? Maybe I did say something wrong but I could have sworn I saw a small smile trying to break through his serious face. My mouth spoke before I could even think, I called him pretty. Just that simple six letter word, and  that word made him walk away from me. Maybe I embarrassed him, he mentioned nobody gives him too many compliments, only stares. I probably just caught him off guard then. Yes that's it, maybe I should do it more often. 

I thought it was adorable how he looked at me with a hint of confusion at that word but when he did turn away I caught that smile. It was so adorable, if it were possible for him, I know he would have blushed. I bet he would look lovely with a hint of pink or red on his sharp cheekbones, it would probably suit him perfectly. 

I doubt he would be the one blushing, he always makes me flustered when he compliments me, it's like a second tongue for him, his own language that only he knows how to talk. I wish I knew how to talk like him but he has told me he finds it adorable when I say random things or how blunt I can be with my words.

When I'm tired and wasted. When I sometimes stumble. Girl, you always pick me up. Just like now, by my side

When he found me, I was at my lowest in life, I couldn't even look in the mirror without wanting to break it. Everything in life had no meaning to me, I would just walk life on autopilot not really living life as one should. The sun could be shining so bright, or the day would be so beautiful and I would feel like a heavy cloud would be over me, soaking me in rain. I just felt cold all the time, no amount of sweaters would help lessen the cold. But when I accidentally bumped into him, I felt that cloud be bumped away from me also. He was the warmth and air I needed to be…human again. 

When he looked down at me with the most sincere look of worry as he reached for my hand, I felt my heart beating faster. As my hand touched his cold one, I felt that shot of electricity run through my whole body. It felt like I was having one of those over dramatic sights of a first love moment you see on TV. Me and him were the main characters in some Kdrama, I was for sure seeing the spotlight on us at that moment and I could hear the music.

Yeah, my girlfriend, my girlfriend. She ain't no side chick, mistress, girlfriend. My girlfriend, my girlfriend. 'Cause ain't nothing in the world compare to my girlfriend

When I would bring him along to my work events, everyone had their eyes on him. But his eyes never left me, I was his girlfriend because we can’t say we are mates and saying we were married would bring up too many questions for our liking. And at the time we were together for a couple of months so far. People at work were questioning our relationship. How can the most perfect man to ever exist be with someone…like me. It was hard to ignore them talking, it was even at a point where they didn't even try to be hush hush about it. 

I remembered at another work event he was with some of my male coworkers talking and I heard their conversation.

“So, Demetri was it? How did you end up with a girl like y/n?”

“Was it a bet?”

“Only want her for her body?”

“Nah man she doesn't have anything to put out unless she’s hiding something under her clothes”

He didn't let them continue because his next words shut them up for the rest of the night. “You poor excuse of men are so blind, when I look at her I can see the masterpiece she is, she’s so exquisite in every aspect, you would never be able to meet a women like her”

By then he was at my side guiding us out of the building and off to a nearby lookout point. The whole city can be seen from up here and it was perfect but we only had eyes for each other. The whole world was blurred as I looked into his green contacts, I wish he could take them out so I can look at his red ones. He flashed me his pearly whites while I had one of the stupidest lopsided smiles, some adult I was right now. I was acting like a schoolgirl looking at her new crush of the month. 

I never had someone who would have my back, Demetri had more than my back, he definitely was holding my heart in his hands and he was not letting anything harm it. 

Since meeting you, I feel like I've become a fool. I can't stop smiling. It makes me feel good just to think about you

[lilangelbuds]

Could you do one where little sis is jealous that big sis and daddy spend a lot of time without her and big sis decides to teach her what they do and uses a strap on her and she gets praise/degradation and ends up liking it? (Bonus points if daddy is watching or decides to use her)

The door creaked open, and she lingered in the doorway, her small frame casting a shadow across the dimly lit room. Her heart pounded as she watched them—the way her sister’s body moved, the way her father’s hands gripped her waist. Why can’t that be me? The thought burned in her chest, hot and insistent. She had been ignored for too long, left to sit in the living room while they disappeared into the bedroom. But tonight, she wasn’t going to just sit there. Tonight, she was going to find out what made them so inseparable.

“What are you doing here?” her sister’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and accusatory. She stepped into the room, leaving the door slightly ajar, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and defiance. “You’re always leaving me out. I want to know what’s so special that I can’t be part of it.”

Her sister exchanged a glance with their father, a silent conversation passing between them. Then, a slow smile spread across her sister’s face—one that was equal parts mischievous and predatory. “You really want to know?” she asked, her voice low and teasing. “You’re not ready for this.”

“Yes, I am,” she shot back, her voice trembling but resolute. “I’m not a kid anymore.”

Her sister chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent a shiver down her spine. “Fine,” she said, stepping closer, her hips swaying with each step. “But once you start, there’s no going back.”

She swallowed hard, her eyes darting between her sister and their father, who leaned against the wall, watching with a calm but intense gaze. Her sister reached for something on the dresser—a sleek, black strap-on—and held it up, the dim light glinting off its surface. “This is what we do,” she said, her voice soft but commanding. “This is what makes us feel good. You think you can handle it?”

Her breath hitched, her mouth suddenly dry. She had never seen anything like it before, and yet, something inside her stirred—a curiosity, a longing she couldn’t quite name. “I… I think so,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Her sister’s smile widened as she stepped closer, the strap-on dangling from her hand. “Good,” she purred, her voice dripping with a mix of praise and challenge. “But first, you need to understand something. This isn’t just about pleasure. It’s about trust. About giving yourself completely to someone else. Do you think you can do that?”

She nodded, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure they could hear it. Her sister’s fingers brushed against her cheek, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. “Good girl,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. “Now, let’s get you ready.”

Her sister began to undress her, her fingers moving with practiced ease. She flinched at first, her body tense and unsure, but her sister’s touch was gentle, almost soothing. “Relax,” she whispered, her breath warm against her ear. “You’re in good hands.”

As her clothes fell to the floor, she felt exposed—vulnerable—but also strangely alive. Her sister’s hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve, every inch of her skin. “You’re beautiful,” her sister said, her voice filled with a mix of admiration and something else—something darker, more possessive. “But you’re going to have to learn to take what I give you. Can you do that?”

She nodded again, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Her sister’s fingers trailed down her stomach, moving lower, until they reached the apex of her thighs. She tensed, her body instinctively resisting, but her sister’s grip tightened, holding her still. “Shh,” her sister soothed, her voice calm but firm. “You wanted this, remember? Now, let me show you what it really means to be a woman.”

Her sister’s fingers slipped inside her, and she gasped, her body arching against the unexpected intrusion. It was unfamiliar, strange, but also… good. Her sister’s fingers moved with a purpose, exploring her, stretching her, until she was panting, her body trembling with a mix of fear and desire.

“That’s it,” her sister murmured, her voice thick with approval. “You’re doing so well. Just let go.”

She tried to relax, to let her sister take control, but her body was still tense, still resisting. Her sister’s fingers withdrew, and she whimpered at the loss. “Don’t worry,” her sister said, her voice soft but firm. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Her sister reached for the strap-on, sliding it into place with practiced ease. She watched, her eyes wide as her sister approached, the dark shape of the toy looming larger and more intimidating with each step. “This is going to hurt,” her sister warned, her voice calm but unyielding. “But it’s also going to feel so good. Are you ready?”

She nodded, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. Her sister’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer until the tip of the toy pressed against her entrance. She gasped, her body instinctively trying to pull away, but her sister held her firm. “Shh,” her sister soothed, her voice soft but commanding. “Just breathe.”

The toy pushed forward, and she cried out, her body tensing against the intrusion. It was too much, too big, and she wanted to scream, to beg her sister to stop, but she couldn’t. She was trapped, caught between the pain and the overwhelming need to please, to prove that she could handle this.

“That’s it,” her sister murmured, her voice filled with a mix of praise and encouragement. “You’re taking it so well. Just a little more.”

The toy pushed deeper, and she gasped, her body trembling with the effort to stay still. The pain was sharp, intense, but there was something else—something that made her pulse race, her breath come in short, shallow gasps. “You’re doing so good,” her sister said, her voice soft but firm. “Now, let’s see how much you can take.”

Her sister’s hips moved, pushing the toy deeper, and she cried out, her body arching against the sensation. It was overwhelming, too much, and yet… she wanted more. Her sister’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her, controlling her, until she was lost in the rhythm, the pain and pleasure blending together in a way she couldn’t explain.

“Good girl,” her sister murmured, her voice filled with a mix of praise and something darker, more possessive. “You’re taking it so well. Just let go.”

She tried to relax, to let her sister take control, but her body was still tense, still resisting. Her sister leaned down, her lips brushing against her ear. “You’re mine now,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and desire.

Her sister smiled, a slow, predatory grin that sent a shiver down her spine. “Good girl,” she purred, her voice filled with approval.

Her sister’s hips moved faster, the toy pushing deeper, and she cried out, her body trembling with the effort to stay still. The pain was intense, but it was also… good. She wanted more, needed more, and her sister knew exactly how to give it to her.

“You’re doing so well,” her sister murmured, her voice filled with a mix of praise and something darker, more possessive. “Just let go.”

She tried to relax, to let her sister take control, but her body was still tense, still resisting. Her sister’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her, controlling her, until she was lost in the rhythm, the pain and pleasure blending together in a way she couldn’t explain.

“Daddy’s watching,” her sister whispered, her voice low and sultry. “Do you want him to join?"

"Yes, please."

[narrators-journal]

Talk to me

Okay, so this is less grovelling and more just, sweet. Sorry I missed that, but I hope you still enjoy! I had some fun writing this one, it just took me a while to get the energy up.

“Are you seriously keeping this up?” Senku groaned into the noon sun from where he leaned back onto two legs of his work chair. So, clearly, he hadn’t learned a damned thing. “You’ve already been at this for a week. Why are you so mad that I went to space? The other option was Xeno, and nobody trusts him!”

Yet you stubbornly refused to answer him.

After all, the two of you had held that conversation multiple times at that point. Hours long discussions, quick screaming fits, threats, they’ve all been had about how careless he was about his own safety. So, even though the nineteen-year-old prodigy was clearly playing chicken for your attention and scoldings, you held your tongue and kept your eyes on the wire you weaved together. Which just earned an annoyed groan from the leek-haired scientist. “Come on! I’ve arguably been a lot better about the reckless behavior! You weren’t even around for when me and Chrome got Sulfuric acid, or I jerry-rigged electricity!” But I sure heard of all of that. You thought at him. Yet, your lips never moved to verbalize the thought. Instead, you sat there and barely even looked back to him when he let the front legs of his chair hit the packed dirt of the clearing so that he could walk up behind you.

You also didn’t look at him when he let his forearms rest on your shoulders.

“Will you please say something to me? I’m tired of Taiju being the go-between.” He sighed. The edge of confident arrogance that he kept in his voice like a security blanket thinned to let the honest hurt and dejection slip into his words. Which, was what finally got you to crack. “I just don’t want you dead, Senku. I know we have the medusa, but I don’t feel comfortable using it at alllet alone like that. It’s not natural.” You explained, your wire allowed to go slack as your shoulders drooped and the weight of the leek-haired scientist weighed more on you as he leaned down further to let his arms come around and wrap around your neck in a hug. “I know. I’m sorry, and I wish I could say I wouldn’t do it again. But I can’t do that…” He said, the rare softness in his voice bringiing a pin prick of warmth to the corner of your eyes already. “I understand that, but...why does it always have to be you? Without you, so much is lost, why are you always the first one thrown to the wolves?” You hated how your voice quivered ever so slightly, but Senku didn’t mention it as he tightened his hold on you for a brief second. “Because nobody but me or Xeno has the knowledge on hand for all of the dangerous stuff, and I’m the one that’s trusted.” He explained, “Revive other experts!” “We’d need to teach them how to work the new versions of their tools. If something’s pressing, that time is precious.” “Then teach Chrome!” You argued, the burn at the corners of your eyes developed into tears at that point, but you fought to not let them fall down your cheeks as Senku pointed out in a compassionate yet even voice that made you feel irrational by comparison. An effect he often had on you with the cold logic and scientific reasoning that he learned from Xeno Houston Wingfield. “I’m trying, but you have to give him more time. Not everybody has as easy a time grasping these subjects like I do.”

When your shoulders shook with a swallowed sob, Senku sunk lower to wrap his arms around you better. He didn’t say anything as he did, but that was fine. One of the things you two had bonded over was the discomfort with vulnerability and softer emotions, so you would’ve hated it if he’d tried to comfort and shush you like Taiju or Yuzuriha might. Instead, though, the scientist simply let you cry in his hold in silence. The only words of comfort given the song of birds and soft breezes through the leafy tree branches.

[auspicioustidings]

Firewatch

Summary: You are unconscious on the floor of the fire watch tower while the fire fighters decide what exactly to do with you. (Also this is a series, links are in my pinned posts to the other parts :) )

Work Count: 1.3k

CWs: It's a little (a lot) kidnap-ey

Firewatch - Firefighter AU

"Wit if we didnae dae that though?"

Price looked at the unconscious body on the floor. Soap had carried you all the way up without a word, all of them ignoring that the Scottish man had just abducted you. Scratched and bruised but miraculously not one burn on you despite the blaze that had just destroyed your little cottage and tried to tear through the forest after. 

It was a small miracle that the weather had turned, the downpour helping them to stop the flames from spreading further into the forest, their forest. His team of firefighters lived and worked here, their cabin a short hike away from the Firewatch tower. They all had their own reasons for living off grid, choosing this life. They had each other, but he couldn't deny that there had been something pleasant about watching you move into the crumbling cottage just on the edge of the forest.

You had done most of the renovation work yourself, they knew that because it had become a hobby to watch you from the tower. If it bordered on obsession sometimes, well he let that slide, had said nothing when from the tower he had watched Simon go into your cottage (didn't even have to break in, you didn't lock it, drove them wild when they realised). Neither Mactavish nor Garrick had asked where the blanket had come from when Simon returned with it that night. They already knew. He remembered it smelled of bergamot in the beginning. 

"You're suggesting we let the authorities pronounce her dead?" Price asked, although if he was being honest it barely sounded like a question, more like a statement.

"She should be dead doing the bloody electrical work herself. We supposed to just leave her to her own devices? She needs looking after."

Simon did believe that it wouldn't be a bad thing to keep you. They could look after you, give you a good life here. You'd already been testing his self-control and he knew it wasn't just him. He may have been the only one to have entered your cottage, although it should be noted that despite the raging temptation to touch you he had only taken the blanket from your sleeping body, replacing it with a thicker one. But he was not the only one who had been desperately trying to look after you despite your seeming insistence to be as reckless as possible. 

Gaz had taken a sledgehammer to the rickety ladder you were using while you were out, making sure it wasn't usable anymore so nobody had to watch you fall to your damn death. Price had to hold the man back when you had bought a new one. Safer than what you had been using, but wouldn't it be better to let them take that risk? Wouldn't it be nice to sit back and relax while Gaz patched up the roof for you?

Johnny had been near feral when you had taken to strolling through the forest, coming to within a metre of one of their traps. He had barked down the radio to the cabin in a panic from his spot on the watch tower and it had taken hours of Simon sitting with him on watch to calm him down. Johnny went out that night and picked up every trap they had laid, refusing to let anyone put anymore out until he had marked a walking trail for you to follow and then watched for weeks to be certain you had picked up on it and wouldn't stray. 

"He's not wrong. What happens when that git who delivers her mail decides he wants to cosy up? Look at her, she's practically begging to get taken advantage of. It's not safe out there for her" Gaz added. He never would have considered kidnapping you as such, but it made perfect sense to him that they don't tell the authorities that they had rescued you from the fire. This wasn't kidnapping, more divine intervention. 

They all did look at you then, unconscious on the floor in your paint splattered dungarees, breathing easily in and out. You had been choking from the smoke when Simon had hauled you over his shoulder and gotten you outside, Gaz getting an oxygen mask on you while Johnny and Price tried to contain the fire. The way you had looked up at Simon when you realised you were alive, that he had saved you. God you had been so beautiful to him, some mixture of adoration and confusion in your eyes, a hint of fear from him being in full gear and face mask.

He gently cradled your head when you tried to look over at what Gaz was doing, not letting you see him prepare the sedative. You didn't even notice the sting of the needle, probably in shock. Gaz told himself that it was so you could rest, so they didn't need to worry about you going into a panic. Of course it wasn't nefarious to sedate you, how could it be when you looked so peaceful as you slept? If he had done something wrong Simon would have stopped him, Johnny wouldn't have scooped you up and carried you all the way home, Price wouldn't have your cat rubbing against his legs after having carried the little thing here so you wouldn't worry about her when you woke up.

Price sighed, leaning down to give the cat a few scratches behind the ear. They would need to get some things from town to make you comfortable, but for the moment you'd have to stay in the tower away from prying eyes. The sheriff would be paying their cabin a visit to go over the incident report. They'd need to figure out some of the details, mess with the timelines a little to make it feasible that the fire would have left nothing behind of you.  It shouldn't be too difficult, the community trusted them and you were an outsider who had breezed into town one day. Nobody would be demanding DNA testing to confirm.

"If we are doing this, we are going to do it proper. I hear any complaints from her and you can't justify that whatever she's mad about wasn't for her own good then I put you on 24 hour fire watch for a fortnight, understood?"

They all nodded, Johnny and Gaz not able to keep from grinning. The former was bouncing on his heels, excited out of his mind that they were keeping you. Price sighed again when he looked to Simon for some sort of support and the man just laughed.

"Kyle stay with her. Make sure she stays put when she wakes up, keep her happy. Lie when you have to keep her calm. You two are with me, we need to get back home and talk to the sheriff when she comes calling."

"Whit?! How's that fair? Let me stay instead!"

"Kyle is staying because he won't bloody pounce on her the minute she's awake."

Johnny had bitched about it the whole way back to the cabin, talking to the cat in his arms when Simon and Price stopped paying him any mind. They'd need to justify why they would be buying cat supplies and the sheriff was nothing if not appreciative of them when they explained they had found the poor thing out in the trees and would adopt it now that it's owner was gone.

It all went more smoothly than they could have dared dream. The real difficulty was dealing with Johnny's endless complaining when they returned to the watch tower to find that the expectation of Gaz not pouncing on you the moment you were awake had been an unrealistic one.

[lonniemachin]

I was asked to help share Omar's fundraiser. He is urgently raising money to evacuate he and his family or start rebuilding their lives in Gaza. He has only raised €822 out of his €50,000 goal so far! Please share and donate, and if you can't donate, please still share!

From Omar's GFM:

Hello, I am Omar, a Palestinian from Gaza.

I’m reaching out to you seeking your help for me and my family from the horrors of the relentless war that has been ongoing in Gaza for 7 months now. I would like to tell you a bit about my small family.

I am married and have 4 children, Leen, Lian, Mohammed, and a 9-month-old daughter named Lolo. My 38 years of life in Gaza is what I love all about. I love its beach, its streets, its life, its smell, I love everything about Gaza. I had a normal, quiet and quite happy life with my husband and daughter and with my parents and siblings until last October.

After the 7th of October, my whole life came upside down due to the war on Gaza. I first moved to live with my wife and children at my parents’ house due to the ongoing war and the fact that we needed to be evacuated across the Gaza Strip. I was afraid of not being able to save my family with bombs falling around, so the first displacement was moving to my parent's house. The war became fiercer and we were afraid, my little child was crying due to the continuous shelling and explosions.

Eight months pregnant, my brother's wife struggles to care for herself and her unborn child. The desperation weighs heavily on all of us.

A few days later, we were ordered to evacuate the building where my childhood home once stood so we had to quickly collect a few belongings and leave my parent's house. Me, my wife and our family moved to my sister’s house which was in a quieter neighbourhood and a smaller building. That was our second displacement. Shelling equally followed us to that area, so this time along with my sister, her husband and his family all of us had to move again. We had to split to 3 different places due to available places to shelter and thus with our 3rd displacement, the incessant bombing, lack of water, food, electricity and multiple communications blackouts we also had to endure the separation and the inability to communicate inside Gaza as well as being cut out from the outside world.

There’s no place safe in Gaza, we can be bombed at any time and anywhere across the strip. Displacement is hard on adults, so it’s unimaginably harsh on children who are not able to comprehend why they have to move from one place to the other, the reason some basic day-to-day things keep changing, such as water to shower, food, water, being enclosed without going out and of course the noises of the warplanes and raining bombs. Amid all of these horrors, we received the news that my parent's house, that place we used to call home where we lived our childhood, as teenagers and adults, that neighbourhood where we lived with our friends and neighbours for years was simply reduced to rubble. All 4 buildings and surroundings were wiped up from the neighbourhood. In a few minutes, a lifetime was lost. Home, savings, friends, neighbours, and memories, all vanished in a blink.

My greatest concern is children, their future, where they will live, study and grow up. There’s nothing left in Gaza, all life-sustaining means are now destroyed. The future became blurry and dark. We had dreams, me and my wife, for us and our children. We dreamt of a simple, peaceful and bright life and a successful future for the children. We all have the right to have a normal life and children deserve a normal childhood and a bright future like other children worldwide. We should be able to provide them with the essentials for a normal life, such as safety first and material needs such as food, clean water and clothing and also education. These are the minimum rights of a child.

I’m also concerned about my parents who dedicated their lives to me and my siblings to provide us with the best education and the possible comforts of life so we feel like we live in a place as in any other free country across the globe. At this age and within these war conditions, I would like to be able to provide them with a safe place and a decent life to give back a bit of all their dedication throughout our lives.

In case this war gets to an end, we need to restart our lives, in Gaza or preferably outside where we can find safety and peace. In Gaza, we have no place to live any more and the rebuilding will take years and a huge amount of money. Outside Gaza, we need the money to get out and a reasonable amount to start somewhere.

To be able to find a safe place for our children where we can have a peaceful future alongside her parents and grandparents, I would greatly appreciate your contribution to donate and share this donation request so it can reach the highest number of kindhearted people and we can get a good amount of money to provide the children with what they deserve.

From the bottom of my heart, I would like to greatly thank you for your support.

Sincerely yours,

Omar

[sisitrip]

I was at a Thanksgiving dinner, recuperating (food coma afflicted) in a quiet corner while relatives got happier with after dinner drinks. I caught the look of a cousin, also food coma afflicted, and we had a whole conversation without saying a word. A tiny relative (read: a bored 8 year old) saw us and asked what we were talking about because it looked "nasty." Were we throwing shade at an auntie who always has something to say? That ain't the point, but ... maybe. It sparked the whole outsider POV thought and what can be picked up between two people who don't have to say a word.

All that "nasty" talk I was possibly doing aside, please enjoy an Iggy outsider POV with "Touch Tells You Everything."

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Skin had its own language.

This thought wouldn’t leave Iggy’s mind as he watched Mickey and Ian have a seemingly telepathic conversation all night. If he didn’t know them, he’d be a little spooked by it.

He sat in the corner of said couple’s condo, surveying the aftermath of a Gallagher party. PizzaHut, KFC and White Castle boxes littered the living room like dead soldiers, felled by the gastronomic fury of this family. On top of the culinary destruction, which he admittedly had a hand in, everyone was completely wasted. Except Ian and Mickey. Lip was the only other exception which might explain how he’d managed to irritate him more than usual tonight. Ordinarily, he could tune the little lemur out, but he’d gotten suckered into being the sober driver for these fools. Somebody was definitely throwing up with the way he drives and he personally hoped it was Carl.

But, back to the language of skin. 

He squinted one eye and followed Ian and Mickey’s movements around the room. It was almost balletic, this dance of finger brushing, forearm cupping, and neck stroking. Intimate touches he would find irritatingly unnecessary, but somehow seemed vital to these two. 

Like now, Ian walked over to Mickey who was loading the dishwasher and slipped a hand under the back of his shirt. He expected Mick to jerk up and look around to see if anyone noticed. He didn’t. 

Instead, he stopped what he was doing and gently pushed Ian up against the counter, taking his hands and placing them back under his t-shirt, like his skin was a dermal barometer of Ian’s mood. They even had a weird, silent conversation where all they did was look into each other's eyes before nodding at one another, coming to some sort of understanding. 

“Alright, time for you fucks to get out,” Mickey announced unceremoniously, turning to lean against Ian. Mickey did it carefully, so as not to dislodge Ian’s hands like an electric current would be broken if he did. 

Everyone drunkenly moved en masse to get their coats from the bedroom, leaving him and the handsy couple alone. Mickey turned back to Ian, again carefully keeping skin contact. Ian’s expression went lax with something. Relief? Gratitude? He couldn’t tell because it was all mixed up in the dopiest expression of love. Not for the first time, he wondered what it would feel like if someone looked at him like that.

Mickey and Ian’s silent conversation continued, but this time, there was rocking. Ian pulled Mickey closer and swayed him from side to side, tiredly smiling. He swore on his name that if they started kissing, he was going to make studio quality vomiting sounds. 

Ian’s hands slid up and down under Mickey’s shirt and his brother let himself be pawed like a resigned cat. Mickey didn���t move or even try to break eye contact. He simply tilted his head to the side and raised questioning eyebrows. He didn't know what the question was, but Ian nodded, eyes a little shiny. Mickey’s nostrils flared once, twice and finally a third time before he took a deep breath and pulled Ian’s head down, kissing his forehead. 

“Ain’t you fucks got your coats yet?” Mickey bellowed, never taking his eyes off Ian. 

The group returned giggling about something they’d found attached to the couple’s headboard. He didn't want to know what. 

“Iggy, you’re driving us, right?” Debbie asked, putting her coat on backwards. 

Ian and Mickey finally noticed he was still in the room. Mickey buried his head in Ian’s chest and his husband’s neck turned red. Served them right for all that unnecessary canoodling shit.  

“I said I would, didn’t I?” he griped, standing up and stretching.

He flicked a glance at the couple who were still attached to each other like they were in a lifeboat in the middle of the ocean. He considered trying to get Mickey to drive these drunk assholes home, but his brother seemed to have other plans. Like pulling Ian’s t-shirt out of the back of his pants and sliding his hands up his husband’s naked back. Ian seemed to deflate with relief and despite his earlier self-promise, he made no vomiting noises when Mickey leaned up to kiss Ian, gently and with a care reserved for things that were beyond precious. 

That decided it for him. Instead of a critical waste of spit on these skin junkies in the kitchen, he aimed it at the crew he had to chauffeur home. 

“Listen the fuck up. Everybody takes a bottle of water in the rig and starts practicing the quiet game. I’m sober against my will and don’t want to hear your nonsense,” he warned, shrugging into his own coat. 

“We’re heading out,” Lip said, walking out with Tami. “Hey, Ian, I’ll-”

“Philip, can you enter and exit a room without expecting the world to clap?” he snapped. “Get on. People are tired.”

Lip huffed out with his bitchy, but hot wife while he redirected Debbie and Carl from their beeline to the kitchen for a long goodbye. 

“Let’s go frick and fucking frack,” he grumbled, shoving them both out the door.

He looked back at Ian and Mickey, still pressed close together. Mickey held a cold beer to the back of Ian’s neck and slid a hand under his shirt, stroking his side. Ian, eyes and nose reddening, buried his face in Mickey’s shoulder, hands moving like ghosts under the shroud of Mickey’s shirt, rubbing soft circles like he was gleaning comfort through his fingertips. 

He caught Mickey’s eye and his brother’s worry was so evident, his own chest tightened in response. But, with an almost imperceptible nod, Mickey thanked him, letting him know they were okay. See, they had their own language too, built on years of silently conveying warnings in a hair trigger household. He nodded in return and slipped out, using the spare keys Ian gave him to lock up. For a minute, he stood outside the door until he heard Ian’s soft sobs inside and Mickey’s murmured reassurances.

“Take care of him, Mick,” he whispered, patting the door.

As he rode down the elevator with two drunken Gallaghers, he sent a good wish back up to the couple, still marveling at their conversation through touch. He’d never known anyone well enough to talk to like that. It was … intimate. Almost too intimate. It felt like talking when you were naked and not being worried about what you’d say or how you looked. You just felt … safe. Mickey and Ian had so much of that, you could see it if you just watched them long enough. 

And, if he was a softer person, he might admire that. Maybe even envy it. 

He didn’t think he could still be surprised by them. It’s been over a decade of their ‘will they or won’t they’ nonsense. But, for Mickey and Ian, touch was another way to communicate and tonight had made one thing perfectly clear.

Skin had its own language.

[madangel19]

Sunny Side-Up Sandwich

Been working on a spicy Aether/Sunny/Cumulus fic and it's finally done!!! Ya'll can read it here and on Ao3 :D

Summary: Sunshine and Aether take care of Cumulus after the band leaves for the Skeletour without her

Content: Threesome, PnV sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex (female receiving), handjobs, cock riding, quintessence use, hypnosis, angst and sex, trans!Sunny (dick/cock used for her genitals), tit sucking, breeding kink, cum eating, ghoul cuddles

Word Count: 4240

“She hasn’t moved from that spot in hours, Aeth.”

“I know, Sunny. She’s never been separated from Cirrus like this before.”

The two ghouls peered out from the door to keep watch over Cumulus who still stood where the tour buses had left. Watching Cumulus part with her beloved mate was a heart wrenching site, but seeing her stand alone for so long was even more heart wrenching. 

Aether and Sunshine had been called in by a sorrowful Copia who had a list of chores for them to do around the church. He only needed to take one look at Cumulus and he told the others that she could take a break.

Sunshine had thought Cumulus would come back inside once they were done, but when she looked outside when the sun began to set, she was still there. 

Storm clouds rumbled above the church, threatening a downpour of rain, but nothing seemed to come down yet. It was only a matter of time before the rain came pouring down. 

“I’m gonna go talk to her. Try to get her inside, ya know?” Sunshine suggested, stepping forward.

“We can both talk to her. She needs all the support she needs,” Aether replied, following her. 

Sunshine nodded, a sad smile on her lips as she got closer to Cumulus. She could smell electricity in the air that surrounded the air ghoulette. A bad sign. It had been a long time since she had ever seen Cumulus so upset, but it was never like this. 

She crept over to Cumulus’s side, taking in her face. There was a blank expression on Cumulus’s face as she stared wide eyed at the road where the busses had driven off to. Her ears twitched to and fro erratically and her hair, which was naturally fluffy and perfect, was frizzy and out of control, tingling with electricity. Touching her outright would be a shocking mistake. 

“Lulu? It’s getting late now. You wanna come inside with us before you get wet from the rain?” Sunshine asked.

She could already feel Aether’s calming quintessence in the air as he reached out to her with a rumbling purr. Cumulus’s lip quivered and she closed her eyes, whimpering softly. Cold rain began to sprinkle down on them as the thunder got louder. 

“They didn’t need me. They…They always needed me…,” Cumulus murmured, her tail drooping sadly behind her. 

“They always did, Lulu. But we need you here for Pap-I mean for Copia,” Aether said, stepping closer. 

“Cirrus needs me. Who’s gonna cuddle with her and comfort her and make sure she’s safe during the tour?” Cumulus moaned softly, hugging herself. 

“She has her pack who knows her just as well as you do, Lulu. Cirrus is a tough cookie just like you. She can take care of herself and she’s just a phone call away if you really want to talk,” Sunshine said, projecting her comforting quintessence on the air ghoulette. Hopefully, their combined powers would put Cumulus at ease.

The thunder still rumbled above and the rain still sprinkled on them, but it wasn’t as cold now. They were making some progress, but Cumulus could easily flip like a switch. 

“It’s never easy having to stay behind, Lulu. It hurts, but Cirrus and the others will be back and we’ll be here to welcome them home with open arms,” Aether said, putting a hand on Cumulus’s shoulder. Sunshine could hear the crackle of electricity coming off from Cumulus, but Aether didn’t react.

An idea came to Sunshine, making her chirp excitedly. 

“You can raid Cirrus’s closet and add some of her recently worn clothes to your nest, Lulu. That way, her scent will still be close to you. Also, do you remember the clothes you gave Cirrus before she left? I’m sure she’s making her own little nest that smells like you in the tour bus,” she said, touching her other shoulder and sending another wave of quintessence to her. Cumulus’s skin was tingly with electricity, but it didn’t hurt. 

“That sounds like a wonderful idea. You wanna do that, Lulu?” Aether asked. 

Cumulus didn’t respond, the thunder still rumbling around her. Sunshine wasn’t sure what to do now. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that Cumulus already had plenty of Cirrus’s clothes in her nest. Adding more probably wouldn’t do much.

Without another thought, Sunshine wrapped her arms around Cumulus’s middle and pulled her into a hug, purring softly while using more of her quintessence on the air ghoulette. 

“It’ll be okay, Lulu. We’re here for you,” Sunshine said, nuzzling the fluffy fur on Cumulus’s chest. 

She heard a sniffle from Cumulus before the older ghoulette wrapped her arms around her, pulling her in closer. Sunshine smiled, chirping softly as she wrapped her tail around Cumulus’s soft stomach. The thunder stopped, but the rain still fell on them. This was a good start. 

“We can take care of you, Cumulus,” Aether said, joining the hug and squishing Sunshine in between them. 

The smaller ghoulette grunted in surprise, but she quickly settled in with a happy purr. She always loved being squished in between them when they were cuddling, sleeping or fucking and with the rest of the pack away for the tour, she was going to get a lot of that once Cumulus was in an better mood. 

“You two are the sweetest. Thank you,” Cumulus said, kissing the top of Sunshine’s head, making her glow warmly in response. 

“Aw, you’re making Sunny glow, Lulu,” Aether cooed, tightening his grip on the two of them. The rain had stopped now. 

“Always when I kiss the top of her head,” Cumulus giggled.

Sunshine looked up at Cumulus, grinning like an idiot. Cumulus smiled back at her before planting tingly electric kisses all over her face, making her giggle. Aether’s body rumbled against Sunshine as he chuckled, making her all the more aware of how closely his crotch was pressed against her ass. Oh, having the two of them for the next few months was going to be wonderful. 

“Do you wanna get something to eat and then cuddle with us, Lulu?” Sunshine asked, a noticeable blush on her cheeks that was impossible to hide. 

“Is that all you want to do, Sunny?” Aether asked, pushing against her backside some more and making her body glow brighter. 

“No.”

“What else do you want to do, sweetie?” Cumulus asked, a playful smirk on her lips as she cupped Sunshine’s cheek, making her look the older ghoulette in the eye. Oh, she was in danger now. 

“Well…if you’re up for it…Aether and I could make you feel even better…with sex,” Sunshine said, growing all the more warm at how tightly she was sandwiched in between her beloved pack mates. 

“I like that idea. What do you say, Cumulus? I think we all could use some nice stress relief,” Aether said. 

“Mmm, I’d like that very much. Let’s go before Sunny bursts,” Cumulus said, reaching down and cupping the front of Sunshine’s pants, making her hard with just her touch and a playful wink. 

“Y…Yeah. Let’s go,” Sunshine stammered as they all pulled away from the hug. 

They walked hand in hand back into the church. Sunshine couldn’t stop glowing which got the attention of any passing sibling. Some of the siblings knew what she was probably feeling and she grew hotter when she heard giggling from them. 

“Ah, there’s my darling Cumulus. It’s good to see you in better spirits,” Copia chimed when they crossed paths with him. 

“It’s still rough, but I have Aether and Sunny here for me and also you,” Cumulus said, her smile beaming as she stepped forward and pulled Copia into a tight hug. Copia eagerly hugged her back.

Sunshine noticed Cumulus whispering something in Copia’s ear that made his face go red as his mismatched eyes widened in surprise. 

“I…um…I have some work to do still, but I will gladly join when I’m ready, mia cara,” Copia said, pulling away from the hug and softly patting Cumulus’s cheek.

“Did she ask you to join us in bed, Papa?” Sunshine spoke up.

“There’s plenty of room for more,” Aether crowed, bringing two fingers to his lips and licking between them sensually. 

“Ahhh…ehhh….You three can start without me but I will come,” Copia said with a giggle. 

“You will,” Aether said.

The three of them laughed as Copia stammered and rushed off to his office, the smell of arousal radiating off of him. Sunshine would have run after him and dragged him down to the ghoul den, but he had his work to do as Frater and she needed to take care of Cumulus first. 

The ghouls made their way down to the ghoul den where they made quick work of eating a meal together, but Sunshine couldn’t focus on her food. She could smell the need coming from Aether and Cumulus as they dined on the pepperoni pizza together. Every few moments, Sunshine caught them staring at her tightening pants and it made her all the more eager to finish her meal.

Once they were done eating, the three of them quickly made their way to Cumulus’s room. It was a mess of clothes and feathers strewn all over. Parting with Cirrus must have taken a toll on Cumulus. Sunshine had overheard the two of them talking, crying and fucking late into the night. She was certain it must have been an emotional night between the ghoulettes. 

Cumulus sighed as she picked up any nearby blanket and pillow and placed them back in her nest. Sunshine sniffed the air and caught Cirrus’s familiar scent. It was still very strong, but it was only a matter of time before it would fade away. She and Aether would have to figure out a way to keep that scent strong in Cumulus’s room. 

“It feels so empty without her, but at least I have you two,” Cumulus said, a sad smile on her lips as she sat on the bed. The sadness melted into a playful expression as she beckoned for them to join her with a single claw. 

“We won’t disappoint you, Lulu. We’ll take good care of you,” Aether said, moving to stand before her. He then knelt so that he was at eye level with her before kissing her tenderly while undoing her pants and pulling them down.

Sunshine sat next to Cumulus and kissed her shoulder before kissing along her neck, making the ghoulette shiver as she deepened the kiss with Aether. She could feel Aether’s quintessence taking a hold of the two of them, making her lightheaded and high with arousal. 

A soft chirp came from Cumulus and Sunshine looked down to see that Aether had already pulled her panties off and was gently prodding at her slick entrance. 

“She’s so soft and wet, Sunny. A whole sweet treat,” Aether purred when he pulled away from the kiss. 

Cumulus gazed at him, her eyes half-lidded and her lips parted beautifully before she turned to Sunshine and pulled her into a kiss. Sunshine eagerly kissed her back, her hands roaming to grope her soft chest. She breathed her sweet aphrodisiac into Cumulus’s lungs, making her moan softly as she deepened the kiss. She felt delicate fingers caressing the front of her pants and she instinctively thrusted against Cumulus’s hand, eager for attention. 

“Lay back, Lulu,” Aether ordered. 

Cumulus pulled away from the kiss and first took her top off before she laid back on the bed, her legs spread before a very hungry Aether. Sunshine couldn’t help but stare at the lacy black bra that Cumulus wore beneath her top. She couldn’t wait to get it off of her. 

“Perfect,” Aether purred, kissing along her thighs. 

“She sure is,” Sunshine cooed while taking her pants off and laying next to Cumulus. She nuzzled her chest with a soft purr, still filling her head with quintessence and temporarily pushing any sad or negative thought away. All she was going to feel was sweet sweet pleasure and love from the two of them.

It wasn’t long before Aether was hungrily licking and sucking on Cumulus’s pussy, making the air ghoulette make such beautiful little sounds as she gripped the sheets, tearing them in the process.

“Aeth~,” Cumulus moaned while wrapping her thighs around Aether’s head, pulling him closer.

“Smother him, Lulu,” Sunshine giggled before tearing off her bra and freeing her tits even more. She then began groping and sucking on Cumulus’s nipple, smiling when she let out a little moan. 

Sunshine heard a muffled moan from Aether and she looked over to see that his head was completely covered by Cumulus’s thick thighs. Lucky duck, but she would get her turn soon. 

“That feel good, Lulu?” She asked while freeing her cock with her free hand and jerking herself off. 

“Ye…Yeah,” Cumulus moaned before arching her back with a soft chirp. 

Sunshine giggled as she continued sucking on her nipple. It didn’t take long before she felt Cumulus’s hand on her cock, her cool fingers jerking her off. Sunshine eagerly rutted into her hand, grunting and whining for more. 

“It’ll be my turn once Aeth is done with you, Lulu. Gonna…Gonna fill ya with my kits,” Sunshine said, her voice muffled by Cumulus’s soft chest. 

“Please…Please do,” Cumulus murmured. 

Sunshine smiled against her skin as she thrusted harder into her hand. Moments passed and Cumulus’s soft moans turned into animalistic cries as she tightened her grip on Aether’s head, making him growl into her pussy. Sunshine could only imagine the filthy things he was doing to her down there and in a few minutes, she would have her turn to fuck Cumulus. 

“You gonna cum, Lulu? Aether’s gonna…gonna eat real good,” Sunshine crowed before biting down harder on Cumulus’s tit when she felt her own orgasm quickly approaching. 

Cumulus screamed, arching her back before she came in Aether’s mouth. Sunshine lost a hold of her quintessence as she came seconds after Cumulus, spilling herself on her hand and her chest with a muffled cry. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she pumped her hips against Cumulus’s hand several times before she stopped, breathing heavily against her chest. 

Aether still eagerly lapped at Cumulus’s pussy, making the air ghoulette twitch before she relaxed into the bed with a soft sigh. 

“Big guy’s…gotta eat. You gave him a real nice treat,” Sunshine giggled while planting a kiss where she had bitten Cumulus. 

The air ghoulette began to purr as she lazily licked Sunshine’s cum from her fingers. Sunshine could only stare at her hungrily, eager for more naughty fun. 

Aether pulled his head away from Cumulus, licking his lips with a dazed smile. His hair was a mess, making him look absolutely adorable. 

“Thank you, Aeth. Come join us,” Cumulus purred, turning to pull Sunshine into a tight hug once she was done licking the cum from her fingers. 

Sunshine let out a happy chirp as she wrapped her arms around Cumulus, her face nestled comfortably against her sweaty chest. Aether undressed himself completely and joined them, squishing Sunshine in the process. The older ghoul hummed, his chest and his belly vibrating against Sunshine’s back as he pressed his hard cock against her backside. Sunshine could feel her body growing warm between them as she began to glow from her arousal. 

“Aw, I think we turned her on again from just squishing her, Aeth,” Cumulus giggled.

Sunshine hid her face in Cumulus’s chest, her arms tightening around her soft belly. She wanted nothing more than to be crushed and ruined by the both of them. 

“What should we do with her, Lulu?” Aether asked before nibbling at the back of Sunshine’s neck while grinding his cock against her ass. 

Sunshine yelped softly at his sharp teeth digging into her neck before quickly letting out an adorable whine. Getting wrecked by Aether would be amazing, but getting to fuck Cumulus would be just as great. Making such a decision was just so hard, but not as hard as her own cock which was pressed between Cumulus’s buttery soft thighs. The air ghoulette rubbed her thighs together, squeezing her cock tighter and making Sunshine whine again.

“I think I know what I want to do her, Aeth,” Cumulus crowed, petting in between Sunshine’s sensitive horns.

“Mmm? What are you gonna do, Lulu?” Aether asked while rubbing at the base of Sunshine’s tail. The little ghoulette’s body glowed brighter as she nuzzled Cumulus’s chest. 

“I’m gonna ride her until she sees stars. What do ya think, Sunny? Do ya want me to crush you?” Cumulus asked, cupping Sunshine’s cheek and forcing her to look her in the eye. 

Sunshine was at a loss for words. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out besides an excited chirp. It had been a while since they did something like that together and she ended up not being able to properly use her legs for a day when they first tried it. 

Cumulus giggled sweetly before pecking her on the forehead, sending delightful shivers running through her hot body.

“Looks like she can’t use her words right now. Maybe you can ride me until she can talk, Lulu,” Aether suggested. 

“I could do that,” Cumulus said while beginning to move away from Sunshine.

“No…I can…I can use my words,” Sunshine stammered, tightening her grip on Cumulus so she wouldn’t leave her. 

“Oh? Do you want me to ride you, Sunny?” Cumulus asked, a knowing smirk on her lips. 

“I do, Lulu…,” Sunshine trailed off as her thoughts went to Aether’s cock still pressed against her ass, eager for attention. She got an idea that she was sure was going to send her to the infirmary. 

“And…I want Aether to fuck me too,” she said while using her quintessence on them to let them know what she had in mind. 

“Oh, that sounds like fun. Let’s do it,” Aether said, pulling away from Sunshine and laying on his back. 

“You always have such fun ideas, Sunny,” Cumulus purred while sitting up and wagging her tail excitedly. 

Sunshine looked over at Aether and giggled drunkenly as she felt his quintessence take a hold of her and lead her to his thick cock. She could easily take him and Cumulus at the same time. 

“Let’s get you settled on Aether, sweetheart. You might need some help taking all of him before you take all of me,” Cumulus said, offering her hand to Sunshine. 

Sunshine eagerly took her hand, chittering excitedly before turning her attention to Aether who was purring nonstop and filling her head with his warm and inviting quintessence. 

“C’mere,” the older ghoul purred, gesturing for her to join him. 

Sunshine let out another chirp as she made quick work of crawling on him with Cumulus’s help. She positioned herself over his cock, taking several deep breaths before slowly sinking on his cock while holding Cumulus’s hand. She grunted and cried out with pleasure as Aether wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her down hard on his hot cock, filling every inch of her tight hole. 

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart. Take him all,” Cumulus cooed, caressing her cheek while giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. 

Sunshine laid back on Aether, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he pushed himself deeper into her. There had been plenty of times where her pack mates stuffed her until she couldn’t take it anymore, but this was different, especially with Cumulus joining them soon. 

“There you go. Good girl,” Cumulus said, kissing her on the cheek once she had fully taken Aether.

“Don’t cum too fast now, Sunny,” Aether murmured, his claws digging into her waist.

“I…I’ll try,” Sunshine stammered, tears welling up in her eyes when he hit a sensitive spot. 

“You ready for me, Sunny?” Cumulus asked, licking her lips while eyeing Sunshine’s hard cock.

“Yea…Yeah.”

“Then here I come.”

Cumulus crawled on top of Sunshine, pushing her into Aether who grunted at the weight. Aether’s cock twitched inside Sunshine as his movements slowed when Cumulus lowered herself onto Sunshine’s leaking member. The air ghoulette closed her eyes in pure bliss as she sunk onto Sunshine’s full length.

“You’re so hot, Sunny. Does this feel good, baby?” She asked once she began a slow rhythmic bounce on her cock. 

Sunshine’s mind was a fucked out mess. All she could focus on were Cumulus’s perfect tits as they bounced with each move she made and with each bounce, it pushed her down harder on Aether’s cock and pressed her against his soft warm belly. She was absolutely stuck between them and she couldn’t ask for a more perfect moment like this. 

“Y…Yes,” Sunshine moaned, reaching up and squeezing her tits. The air ghoulette squeaked softly in response while placing her cool hands on Sunshine’s perky tits. Steam rose from where she touched her, making the two of them cry out in unison. 

“Fuck her up, Lulu. Make her melt,” Aether growled before biting down on Sunshine’s shoulder. 

Sunshine was about to scream before Cumulus leaned in, her tits so close to her mouth. The smaller ghoulette eagerly grabbed a hold of her right breast, suckling on her nipple as Cumulus continued riding her. She was so sweet but also so sticky and salty from the sweat accumulating on her body.

The room was quickly becoming a steamy mess from Sunshine’s heat and Cumulus’s cool, making all of them sweaty and sticky. The more they got sweaty, the filthier the sounds they made with each wet bounce and thrust. 

Sunshine couldn’t think straight now as she clung to Cumulus, needing to fill her up with her seed and knocking her up. She could recall how she got pregnant with Swiss’s kits and how much sexier she got during that time. Barely anyone could resist getting their hands on Cumulus during that time. She had to see her pregnant again. She had to see her belly and tits grow. The very thought of it made her grow hotter and hotter by the second. 

“I…I know I said this…ah..before…but…I…I gotta knock you up, Lulu. Give you my kits,” Sunshine stammered, her voice muffled by Cumulus’s tits. 

“Give it to her, Sunny,” Aether grumbled, pushing more frantically into her. 

“I…I’m all yours, baby,” Cumulus moaned, her slick pussy tightening around Sunshine. There was no escape now. 

Sunshine pushed her hips up into Cumulus while pumping her full of more intoxicating quintessence. With another thrust, the air ghoulette was screaming like an animal, her eyes rolling back and her tongue hanging out as she picked up the pace. Sunshine could only stare in awe at her before Aether pushed his full length into her and came with a cry. At that same moment, Cumulus slammed down on her cock before she climaxed, cold smoke pouring from her mouth as she screamed and squirted around Sunshine’s cock. Sunshine wrapped her arms around Cumulus’s belly and pulled her closer as she spilled her hot cum into her slippery cunt, her face buried in her tits. 

The three of them were panting and moaning messes, breathing heavily as one. Sunshine didn’t want to move as the ecstasy slowly washed over her. Cumulus’s thighs were trembling around Sunshine’s waist as she took deep breaths that cooled the air around them. 

“You...Are you two alright?” Aether asked, moving his hips and letting some of his hot seed leak out from Sunshine. 

“I…I’m okay. How about you, Sunny? You alright down there?” Cumulus asked, an exhausted smile on her lips as she looked down at her. 

Sunshine could only give her a thumbs up, smiling up at her like a drunken idiot as her tail intertwined with hers. Cumulus looked absolutely divine on top of her, especially with her hair all messed up and the steam clouds floating around her. She could almost blend in with them.

“You’re so cute, sweetheart,” Cumulus cooed, leaning in to kiss her. 

Sunshine eagerly kissed her back while lazily pushing herself into her, making sure her seed got to where it needed to be. Her sense of urgency slowly melted away the more she kissed Cumulus. There was plenty of time to knock her up. 

“Do you two want to go another round or cuddle?” Aether asked, his hands roaming up and down Sunshine’s sides, lightly tickling her skin.

“I wanna cuddle,” Sunshine said after pulling away from the kiss. 

Cumulus separated from Sunshine, her pussy dripping with slick and seed. She laid on the bed, humming in content while pushing the mess back into her wet cunt. Sunshine slowly moved off of Aether, her legs trembling like a baby deer. She laid next to Cumulus, nuzzling her chest and rubbing her soft belly, imagining what it would look like swollen with her kits. Aether laid next to Sunshine, purring loudly while nestling his wet cock in between her shaky thighs. 

“Comfy, Sunny?” Aether asked, wrapping his arms around her chest and cupping her small breasts. Cumulus turned and cuddled close to her, trapping her in between them once again.

Sunshine chirped happily in response as she continued to nuzzle her face against Cumulus’s chest. 

“I am. I love you guys. So much,” she cooed before planting more kisses on Cumulus’s breasts. 

“We love you too, Sunny.”

[cedarwrought]

my thoughts on tbhx ep 7 (spoilers below cut) (if you saw this before no you didnt)

im curious about e-soul's health condition now- at first i thought it was just the old e-soul who had the labored breathing but it seems that yang cheng has inherited it too? im thinking back to when he was in the hospital and mentioning that e-soul's power felt similar to electricity. i really want to know the details of this power and its health effects!

yang cheng losing the same arm the old e-soul lost in their final battle is sad but it represents the never-ending cycle of heroism and capitalism. despite what yang cheng thinks, he's not changing a system. it can't be done with only one person's will, strong as it may be. i'm hoping that this will all change in the tournament we've been hearing about, but i'm worried about his mental state as of right now tbh.

uncle rock is so scary- genuinely. not only did he take advantage of two young men in his scheme to kidnap little pomelo, but he had no qualms kidnapping one in order to leverage it against the other into shooting shang chao. AND PROCEEDED TO DROWN THEM BOTH IN WET CONCRETE AFTER THE DEED WAS DONE.

but besides that, his understanding of perception and how it's wielded is terrifying. he knew how to draw out og! esoul into using a particular move and was able to manipulate the public into pressuring him into doing exactly that.

it makes me wonder if he had cultivated yang cheng's personality to be the way it is, but i'm leaning towards him knowing yang cheng's background, seeing how his trajectory in life was going and taking advantage of the opportunity that presented itself. after all, it's like the special love seat: it doesn't have powers or anything to make you fall in love, but uncle rock took advantage of an opportunity already present.

also. to me . shang chao and xia qing represent the upper class and middle/lower class respectively. xia qing wanted yang cheng to have a normal life- to go to a concert with her and not lose himself to the identity of e-soul. meanwhile, shang chao immediately wanted to thrust yang cheng into the world of heroism (and in a top ten spot, no less). he grew up with these types of privileges and thrusts them upon yang cheng without a second thought, but we can't be having that now can we?

it makes sense for shang chao to be dead- to someone in the lower class like yang cheng, you can never truly assimilate to the upper echelons of society.

it's also quite stark in the funeral scene when mr shang is confronted by yang cheng. yang cheng's wearing a blue shirt, black cardigan, and pants. he quite literally cannot afford a suit. and while i understand parental rage, mr shang's treatment of yang cheng is telling of the wealthy elite: unless you can make yourself useful, get out of their sight.

i wonder about uncle rock's background too. he seemed quite comfortable and didn't struggle with his transition to donning more refined clothing- i wonder if he had grown up well-off but had been cast off by his family or never really had a chance to make it big like mr shang and has been biding his time. yang cheng makes a comment about how his campaign would cost a lot of money but uncle rock seems very unbothered

another thing- yang cheng showing up to class late and covered with mud and spinning it into saying he guesses he's just more down to earth is foreboding of his future. like yes, he is. he wanted to enter the fight so that people can have a hero who fought for justice (albeit not realizing to be a hero is to resign yourself to the whims of corporations and public opinion- which doesn't always advocate for justice, particularly online). but also . he's naive. in a circumstance where most would make an excuse of some sort, he's painfully sincere and endearing about it. and that sincerity, that genuine desire, was easy for uncle rock to manipulate.

i'll do a proper analysis post later on once ive rewatched yang cheng's arc but in the meantime i'll weep for yang cheng and his future

[siily-vinceeeee]

Okay but Jercy brings me so much joy and heres why.

First of all, they are such a power couple. Like think about it. Percy could literally suck all the water out of you, can blood bend, all that cool stuff. Since we already know that Percy is insanely overpowered lets talk about Jason because he has so much potential. Most decisions, most thoughts, most movements and most pains are caused by electrical currents going through our nerves. Jason can manipulate that. Jason can basically control minds. He could manipulate your every thought, every decision, every function, and you might not even know. He could cause you an excruciating amount of pain within seconds and you would be powerless to stop him. He can also control the wind/air, which is a lot more powerful than people think. He could suck all the air out of your lungs, out of your bloodstream, he could even trap the air in your lungs and choke you with it. Also think about air pressure. Maybe I'm pushing it, but with the way he saved Piper in Tlh makes it seem likely that he could control air pressure pretty well. So imagine how much potential Percy and Jason have together. Not only that, but they're both well trained and know how to use their powers, they just don't know the full scope of their abilities. Percy spent five years sword training and going on dangerous quests and is the best swordsman there is and one of the most powerful demigods from the last century, and Jason spent his entire life at a military camp where he was trained to kill things with no mercy, no remorse, and is also one of the most powerful demigods in the last century.

Second of all, the chemistry and dynamic is just perfect.

These are the kinds of words Jason uses when protecting/defending Percy. They mean so much to each other it's almost unbearable. While I will always stand by the fact that Grover is Percy's best friend and always will be, these two bonded insanely fast and it's clear they have a very deep connection. It was rocky at first, but I think it was more out of jealousy then a genuine disliking for each other. Percy spent all his life trying to be a "good kid" just to get swapped places with someone everyone finds important and that everyone looks up to. Jason has trained non-stop to become the best he can, just to get swapped with a guy who was deemed extremely powerful his first week into being discovered as a demigod. So then when they met, they clashed a lot, but then realized they were less jealous and more a little bit in love. They quickly became really close and cared a lot about each other, had spend a lot of time together, and had bonded a lot. And then the quest was over. They had defeated Gaea. It was over. But then Percy and Jason didn't get to see each other a lot, and instead of growing apart, missed each other. Percy was busy with school, Jason was busy worrying about Leo and school, everything was a mess. And then Jason died. Percy still can't talk about it without crying. When he found out that Jason died over the phone with Annabeth (in the end of MCGA), he cried. That was the only time he had ever cried in the entire series. He didn't even cry when his own mom died in front of him. He was sad about it for half a chapter and then moved on without mentioning it ever again. But with Jason, it affected him greatly. He didn't even get to say goodbye. He didn't even get to attend the funeral.

And that, my friends, is why I ship Jercy.

I could sit and talk about these two for hours and hours but I don't really feel like it. So. Bye.