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8. In the Wake of Silence

Warnings: +18 minor don't interact, slow burn, graphic language, humor, sexual content, physical trauma, blood (gore), bodies/corpses, death, drug use, guns, murder (atempted), PTSD, violence, english is not my first language.

Summary: Delaney wrestles with an overwhelming sense of loss, navigating through a labyrinth of memories and emotions. As she grapple with the void left behind, the journey reveals unexpected facets of love, grief, and resilience. The haunting silence of her surroundings serves as both a reminder of what was lost and a canvas for the painful yet beautiful process of healing.

Word Count: 4,750 words. (25 min) It's a big boooy

Notes at the end of the chapter

2 weeks later…

“You just need to sign your discharge papers, a few tests and then you can go,” the nurse says with a short smile and hands me the papers and a pen to sign them. I quickly sign them and hand them back to her. As if on cue, another nurse comes in with a wheelchair. I’m about to protest, but she stops me

“I know you don’t like the wheelchair, but it’s for your own good to not force yourself yet. Remember, you were hit by a car and had a severe concussion, so let’s not test our chances. I promise you won’t have to use it to walk after all those tests. Besides, you seem to have recovered rather quickly by the looks of it. Faster than others, at least.”

I have to admit that my side hurts, nothing serious, but if I breathe too fast or move the wrong way, I get dizzy, so I take it slow. I carefully get out of bed and the two nurses watch me closely: “I need to use the toilet” They take as a signal to leave me alone for a few minutes and once again I’m alone in the room. I walk as steadily as I can because my mind tricks my body into thinking that it can walk faster than it actually can. Only when I notice a certain blurring in my vision do I start walking slowly and in baby steps again. As I enter the bathroom, I close the door and I notice that behind it there is a full-length mirror. I examine myself. My hair is dry and a mess. I am paler, my lips are colorless and one corner of them is bruised and purple. One side of my face is bruised from the blow I took when I fell to the ground. The bruises are yellow and green near my eyes. My eyes seem bigger. The emptiness I see in my eyes sometimes scares me. I close my eyes as the pain runs through my body.

Something inside me is broken. Everything inside me is broken.

I leave the bathroom and one of the nurses is already waiting for me with the wheelchair.

The hospitals are emptier than usual, half their capacity. There aren’t as many staff as usual either. As a result, administrative matters are dealt more quickly, test results come back faster, the queues outside the pharmacies are shorter and there is enough medicine for everyone who needs it. The waiting rooms are emptier and, as far as I know, the consultations are quicker. You no longer have to wait up to an hour or more or lie dying to be seen by a doctor.

There are more people in the hospital chapel. Twice as many candles are lit. The crying and sobs are more audible. The queue for the blood tests is right next to it, so I have nothing else to listen to. A man is preaching at the front of the mass. I can’t tell if he’s a priest or not, he wears normal clothes, jeans, a T-shirt and dirty shoes.

“The sacred scriptures spoke of this moment. The day when only those who have accepted Jesus in their hearts and souls will go to his side. Now we go through more trials and tribulations to be given the chance to join the Lord alongside our loved ones. But we must repent, cleanse our souls, ask the Lord for forgiveness and accept Him into our lives. Follow this book as our guide as we wait for our destiny,” the man shouts and the crowd whispers amen. Sobs and quiet weeping dominate the atmosphere in the chapel. On their knees, they whisper passages from the Bible.

“You’re next, hon” says the nurse and squeezes my shoulder. I clasp my hand tighter around the bracelet and leave imprints in my palm.

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A cold, sinking feeling washes over me as I open the door. The house is eerily quiet, the kind of silence that presses on your eardrums. It’s deafening — no paws against the wooden floor, no barking, no warm kiss of greeting or “How was your day?”. The emptiness feels like a physical presence, heavy and oppressive. The smell of fresh cut flowers is now replaced by the foul odor throughout the house.

It’s cold, too cold. I shiver.

I put my bag down on the counter and sigh. My body feels weaker now that I’m here. All the mentalization I had practiced for this moment is gone now, too many feelings are blossoming inside me at once, it’s overwhelming. My vision is blurred by the tears I’m holding back, the lump in my throat feels like a stranglehold, I close my eyes and swallow with difficulty. But the sour taste in my mouth is more present than ever. The knot in my stomach is unmistakable. I run to the sink and throw up. When I’m done, I take a glass of water, hoping it will help me calm down. A tear falls into the glass of water, followed by two more. I splash water on my face, the cold feeling is a relief for my heated skin and I breathe a sigh of relief.

My phone rings and I answer it without seeing who it is.

“Hey, I heard you got out of the hospital.” Arturo’s voice is soft, almost hesitant. “How are you, kiddo?” He pauses, waiting for my answer, giving me a chance to gather my thoughts.

“Arturo” I whisper in acknowledgment. I dry my face with a towel: “Yeah, I just got home. The doctors say I can continue my recovery at home now, the tests were fine”

“That’s good news, I should come over. You know, I make a mean chicken soup. Family recipe,” he says hopefully, hesitating a little. I can tell by the hesitation in his voice that he doesn’t know how to treat me. What should I say? I almost get the feeling that he’s not asking if he can come over, rather like he has to come over.

“Arturo. I’ll be fine,” I say as I sit down on the sofa. I hold Layla’s favorite pillow close to my chest.

“Please, I promised her I’d take care of you”

The lump in my throat makes itself felt again.

“I’ll leave the door unlocked,” I say and hang up quickly without waiting for his answer.

I go up the stairs to our room to take a shower. But again I stop. Her things are still the way she left them. Every single corner of this house is filled with her presence. Everywhere I look is a painful reminder of what is no longer there. What I will no longer have. Of what I held in my hands and slipped away without me even realizing it. No warning. Just gone. I stumble into my studio, each step heavy with the weight of memories. My gaze falls on an empty plastic box in the corner. The room feels colder as I pick it up, its emptiness a stark contrast to the fullness of my grief.

Back in our room, I pause at the threshold, the scent of her perfume still in the air, a ghost of her presence.

I can see her fresh out of the shower, spraying her favorite perfume. The one she makes herself from the flowers she finds in the woods behind the house. It’s citrusy and fresh. Mandarin, juniper berries, basil, aniseed, cypress and sandalwood. A subtle reminder of the warm days of winter.

I start collecting her belongings, each piece a painful reminder of a lost life. Her favorite sweater, still soft and warm, goes into the box. Tears cloud my vision as I fold it neatly and my fingers linger on the fabric. Anger and sorrow churn inside me as I haphazardly toss her belongings into the box.

In my rage I drop something and hear it fall to the ground. When I turn around, my old Bible is lying on the floor, open, and I pick it up. I read the passage in front of me.

“By the sweat of your face you shall eat bread, till you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken; for you are dust, and to dust you shall return. Genesis 3:19”

The words blur through my tears. A raging, flaming pain fills my chest, and my body trembles under the weight of the pain. I hurl the Bible across the room, the sharp thud of the spine against the window echoing in the silence. It lands with its pages open, a physical manifestation of my fractured heart. The box, now filled with fragments of her, is hastily shoved under the bed, hidden but never forgotten. I sit on the edge of the bed and breathe intermittently. The box underneath contains pieces of our life together, a Pandora’s box of memories. I know that hiding it won’t erase the pain, but maybe, just maybe, it will help me carry on.

And for now, it’s enough.

I used to not pay attention when people said the world was ending, because for me it had often ended many times before and started again the next morning. But now. It feels different. Almost irreversible.

I take a shower. The warm water burns my skin. Normally I would make the water colder, but the sting in my burning skin seems to be the only thing I feel apart from tiredness. I am as careful as I can be because my skin is covered in bruises of all sizes and colors, ranging from yellow to green to purple and red. A reminder that, unlike the other half of the universe, I’m still alive. Stepping out of the shower, I head for the closet and as soon as the doors are open, her scent hits my nose again, this time even more aggressively. My fingers run through the fabrics of Layla’s clothes, I pick up one of her oversize sweaters and gray loose pants, her clothes calming something inside me. I take her perfume and spray it on her clothes.

My eyes feel heavy, I crawl into bed and as soon as my head is on Layla’s pillow, I fall asleep. Lately, I’ve found sleep as an escape, because I’m not actually dead, but I’m not awake either. It’s like I’m dead without the commitment. An open relationship with death. Death with benefits.

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The sun has set, casting the bedroom into darkness. I rise and make my way to the living room, where I spot a figure engrossed in a book on the couch.

“How long have you been here?” I inquire, rubbing my face. He shuts the book, rises, and faces me.

“Not too long, actually. The soup is still warm if you’re interested. My grandmother used to swear by its ability to solve any problem,” he remarks.

His words irk me slightly, but I sense no malice in his intent. He’s attempting to lighten the mood.

“I’m not sure it can fix this particular problem” I respond.

Arturo heads to the kitchen, ladles out a bowl of steaming chicken soup, and places it on the counter. Leaning against it, he waits for me to take a seat. I approach the high chair and sit down. The aroma of the soup warms something deep within me, like a soothing balm for my troubled soul. Taking a sip, it feels as though I’m being embraced. Only Mrs. Durmaz and Layla had ever cooked for me with such love. Not even my mother. She would feed me only upon request, often too intoxicated to do it herself, leaving me to scavenge for food. My father would berate her for it. Arturo reaches for my hand beside the bowl and gives it a gentle squeeze. The unexpected touch causes me to freeze and tense up. A wave of shivers courses through me. I usually dislike physical contact, but in this moment, I yearn for it. I want to be held so tight so I won’t break, but I’m too afraid to ask. I meet his gaze.

Do I look like that too? Tired, dark circles under my eyes, swollen face, sloping shoulders. Empty. Tears appear, so I lower my eyes to the bowl of hot soup. He squeezes my hand again.

“It’s okay to cry, you know? It cleanses the soul,” he says with a weak smile.

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop once it starts, and then I’ll become useless,” I whisper as I take another spoonful of the soup.

“No one would blame you. I feel useless myself.”

“You’re not useless, you’re here even though I said I was okay.”

“But you’re not. No one is. I can see it in your eyes. With the little time we have spent together, I’ve come to the conclusion that when something bad happens, you stay quiet, while a war happens within you. I promised Ayliz I’d take care of you, but I’m not doing this just because of that. Despite what you might think of me, I care for you.”

“Why?” I say with a broken tone.

“Because I loved…” he interrupts himself, I look at him. “I love Ayliz, and every time she called you, I could see how much she cared and loved you, and I can also tell how much you care and love her too, despite your efforts to hide it. She never told me who you were actually to her; she always referred to you as the daughter life gave her, a second chance.” I wince at that, I close my eyes. She was that for me too, a second chance. She made me realize that no matter how broken I was, I was worth being taken care of. “I know how you feel about me and Ayliz. But I swear to you, Delaney, I love her. I’ve never felt anything like this for anyone before her. I was happy with her, and she was happy with me, and I know the age difference between us could be a reason for you to believe I wasn’t serious about her, and to be honest, I thought that too. I thought, what the heck? It could be interesting. I never counted on falling in love with her.” He pulls a black velvet box from his jeans pocket and puts it between us. “The day that…” he interrupts himself more emotion clear in his voice “I had a special dinner for her planned, I was gonna ask her to marry me” he opens the box and gives it to me. A gold 14 karat ring with a sapphire that shifts between verdant hues, flanked by incandescent burst of luminous, star-like diamonds

“The day…” he interrupts himself, more emotion evident in his voice “I had a special dinner planned for her. I was going to ask her to marry me” He opens the box and hands it to me. A gold 14 karat ring with a sapphire that shifts between verdant hues, flanked by an incandescent burst of luminous, star-like diamonds.

“It’s beautiful,” I whisper as I gaze at it. He smiles.

“I made it for her,” My eyes widen. He chuckles, “You didn’t know I was a jeweler. I own a small jewelry shop in Manhattan, a family business that has been in my family since 1936. That’s actually how I met Ayliz. I would return to D.C. to visit family and sell at a farmers market. I do it every year, attending the Capital Harvest on the Plaza to sell some of our most precious pieces and donate the proceeds to charity, supporting orphaned children and humanitarian causes. She approached me because she needed some personal jewelry pieces cleaned and repaired. I informed her that I needed to take them to the shop as I lacked all the necessary tools for the repairs. I began visiting D.C. more frequently after meeting her. I would come up with various excuses to continue visiting. And then the dates began. By the second or third date, I knew I was captivated. Her soul was pure and genuine, her age did not dictate how vibrantly she lived her life. Despite the hardships she endured before arriving here, it only fueled her passion for life. The opinions or comments of others never deterred her from pursuing her passions.”

“I’m so sorry,” I murmur without meeting his gaze, speaking so softly that I’m unsure if he heard me. Too ashamed.

“What for?” he asks

“Misjudging you. I just thought you were too young for her. Thought you were just there for a story to tell your friends later on. That you just wanted to use her or manipulate her into what you wanted. I didn’t want you to hurt her. I’m very protective of her. She’s all I had left. I was rude to you so many times and you never once answered to my provocations, you were always a gentleman with me. I never stopped to actually get to know you… ”

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I knock on the door and wait for it to open, I’m expecting Mrs. Durmaz on the other side, but I’m surprised to see Arturo smiling gently at me.

“I didn’t know you were gonna be here” I say bothered

“Ayliz told me you were coming for dinner and invited me to stay” he says, inviting me in and asking for my coat, I give it to him “She’s finishing getting ready, she’ll be out any minute” He walks in front of me and knocks on Mrs. Durmaz bedroom door “Mi amor, Delaney is here” He smiles to me once more and tells me to get comfortable. I walk around the apartment and I see the place is filled with more stuff that definitely doesn’t belong to Mrs. Durmaz, I frown at the acoustic guitar next to her sofa.

“I moved in last week” I quickly turn to him, surprised and he’s extends a glass of wine to me

“What? She didn’t tell me you were moving in” I take the wine and drink a big gulp, he’s still in front of me. I clear my throat “Arturo can I ask you a question?” He smiles and nods “What do you want from her? Money, her insurance, her retirement money, what?”

He cleans his throat and laughs “I have no need for money Delaney, I am very well with the money I make from my business” I laugh

“And what business is that huh? Robbing money from older women?”He appears irritated by my statement. It seems like he is on the verge of breaking and revealing his true self. “What is your true motive for being here? Just looking for a funny anecdote to share with your friends?” he sighs and shakes his head.

“I knew you would be hard to convince. I was forewarned about it. But, believe it or not, Delaney, I am genuinely committed to my relationship with Ayliz. I have no ulterior motives except to ensure her happiness, just as she brings me joy,” I chuckle.

“Well, I think you’ll need a more compelling narrative than that,” I retort.

“Delaney, that’s enough,” Mrs. Durmaz interjects from behind me, causing me to shrink. “Stop this pointless interrogation. Sit down, and let’s enjoy a pleasant dinner. I spent hours preparing it,” she urges. I take a deep breath, turning to him one last time as I finish my wine. “Now, Delaney!”

Throughout the rest of the dinner, I observe him closely. He cracks jokes, but I remain stoic. I grunt in response to his questions, and under Mrs. Durmaz’s watchful eye, I reluctantly engage in conversation. I make snide remarks to elicit a negative reaction, but he skillfully avoids confrontation with me. There’s a certain expression on his face, as if he hangs onto every word Mrs. Durmaz utters, his demeanor completely attuned to her, laughing at her stories. I notice a few subtle touches exchanged between them, which he discreetly keeps, and she simply smiles in return. Their chemistry is undeniable.

Mrs. Durmaz has a penchant for storytelling, even if the tales aren’t her own. She narrates with such elegance, flair, and wit that it’s impossible not to be captivated by her vivid descriptions and attention to detail. The way she brings stories to life makes you feel like you’re right there with her, experiencing everything she describes. She’s making every effort to ease the tension on my end. By the end of the dinner, all I desire is to make a swift exit.

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I whisper to Mrs. Durmaz, “I don’t like him.” as I’m putting on my coat to leave. Arturo is just behind us washing the dishes, like an angel.

“I honestly couldn’t care less, dear. I love him, and that should be enough. But I also care about you, and you’re putting me in a difficult situation.”

“Alright… but if he hurts you, I swear I will hurt him so badly.” I’m about to leave, but I turn to her again, “What is it that you see in this guy?”

“My ex-husband. He was my only experience of love. We both knew why we got married. I needed an escape from Turkey, and he needed a wife to be freed from his family so he could live far away from them. It wasn’t love at first sight or young love. It was convenient. Our marriage always felt like that. Convenient, cold, distant. Yet he was always there. We would travel together, but it felt like doing it solo. I craved romance, passion, understanding. Connection. His family situation and relations ruined him; he held grudges. So he became harder on himself every day until he died. My mother died too young, so my dad would speak of her so highly, but I never really knew her. All I knew was how in love he was with her, even after she had passed and until his last breath. I wanted to experience that someday. But the years had passed between us, and I’d already given up on experiencing that. And then he died, and I thought, well, maybe I’m too old to find that now.” She turns to Arturo, “And then I met Arturo, and he’s giving me that and so much more. And I’m too old to let that one pass. I don’t want to die without experiencing something like that.”

She looks at me and grabs my chin, “You don’t understand it. And that’s okay. You will, I’m sure of it. I don’t need you to understand it. All I need is you by my side. Okay?” I nod.

“I’m… just worried about you,” I say.

“Thank you dear” she says as she kisses me on the cheek and smiles at me. “But that won’t be necessary, I have a very good feeling about him. There are no men like him left anymore out there and I plan to keep this one for a loooong time. I just hope you get to find someone like that too. I hope you get to be with someone who is a home and an adventure. A soul who calms you and drives you wild. Once you do, you too won’t let them go so easily. Trust me”

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“I understand why you did it” he says “That’s how you show love to the people you care for. We all have different languages of love. Yours is different, it took me a minute to understand it but once I cracked it I could see why you treated me the way you did, I don’t justify it because c’mon it was a bit too aggressive and harsh” we laugh “but I get it”

I frown “I miss her so much,” I whisper, my voice finally cracking. Each word feels like a shard of glass in my throat. My body shakes uncontrollably, and tears blur my vision. Arturo walks over, his steps slow and deliberate. He wraps his arms around me, his embrace warm and steady.

“I know,” he whispers, his voice trembling. “I miss her a lot too.”

“How are you suppose to survive when someone so important just… stops existing” I say trembling each word “I never said goodbye to her. Or thank you”

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3 years later…

♪Sunlight (Orchestra Version) - Max Richter♪

As humans, we tend to perceive ourselves as superior to our actual status. Ego and power lead us to believe we are invincible and beyond reach. However, unforeseen and uncontrollable events can shatter this illusion.

Prior to Layla and Mrs. Durmaz, my deepest affection and love was reserved for astronomy. Now, I have lost both, rendering life devoid of meaning.

Astronomy revealed our insignificance in the grand scheme of nature and instilled humility like nothing else could. I was captivated by astrophysics because it stirred my soul to gaze above me, shut my eyes, and journey from this planet to another. It instilled hope within me. Hope that we are not alone, that there exist celestial bodies and galaxies waiting to be unveiled. Perhaps, while we endure hardships, there are beings thriving in their own systems and societies. Claudius Ptolemy, the Alexandrian astronomer, once expressed how he followed the countless stars in their celestial dance, feeling as though his feet no longer touched the ground, ascending to Zeus himself to partake in ambrosia, the food of the gods.

Peering through a telescope, I could empathize with that sentiment. Ascending to an unfamiliar world, a mix of fear and excitement enveloping me as I gazed upon the undiscovered. Tears welled up at the sight of the radiant universes amidst the vast darkness of space. For me, nothing compared to the beauty of observing and studying our universe. Immersing myself in the tranquil harmony of the cosmos by closing my eyes allowed me to concentrate. It dawned on me that our universe was just one of many precious gems. And now, they have all vanished. I have shed all my tears; only anger remains.

As I peer through my telescope in the backyard, I am overwhelmed by a sense of emptiness. I feel insignificant, helpless, and useless in the face of the suffering of many in my universe. When loneliness crept in, stargazing used to offer solace, reminding me that my problems were surmountable. It provided comfort and reassurance that I was not alone. But now, all I feel is a void filled with unanswered questions. The universe is a rebel, constantly changing and evolving, often faster than we can comprehend. It owes us no explanation. It is not the universe that is in pain; it is us. Who are we to alter something that may have been destined to occur?

In the midst of winter, ill-prepared and shivering from the snow seeping into my shoes and soaking my socks, I retrieve the telescope from the backyard and shield it on the porch. As I trudge towards the front door to collect the mail I have been avoiding

“Dr. Kingsley?” says the voice of a woman behind me. With a handful of letters and a box in my grasp, I freeze. No one but a few people know where I live, the house is far from town so this person is here for a reason, knows my name and where I live. Her presence is unsettling. “I’m not a threat. My name is agent Taylor Reid, I emailed you a couple days a go” She explains

I sigh, annoyed by the intrusion, I bristle, anticipating unwanted company. Great, now there gonna come to stalk me at my house “I told you I wasn’t interested in dealing with any of you. Please leave immediately, you’re invading private property.”

“I’m sorry doctor, but I’m not leaving unless I’ve spoken with you” Her tone, though polite, leaves little room for argument. I sigh heavily. Maybe If I listen to whatever she has to say she’ll go and not come back. I’ll let her talk and then I’ll make sure she and other to come know I’m not interested in their offers, not now, not ever.

“You have 10 minutes to talk. Come inside.”

I open the door, and she follows behind. “Shoes off,” I say. She complies and removes her coat. Walking towards the chimney, I switch it on and adjust the house’s temperature.

“Coffee?” I offer

“Black, please,” she replies, gazing out the large living room window. “Lovely house,” she remarks, peering through the window. I grunt“You must be good to have a house like this”

I hand her a cup of coffee, and she takes a seat on the couch. “I’d like to think so, at least that’s what my bills suggest,” she chuckles, silently seeking permission to sit, to which I nod.

“Your time is still ticking,” I remind her, glancing at the kitchen clock. She clears her throat and places her cup on the coffee table.

“I’ll be direct if you don’t mind,” I cross my arms. “Doctor, as mentioned in my email, we need your assistance. We’re desperate. Your research is crucial to bringing everyone back. Both my supervisor and I have reviewed it personally. Your research is the most logical and promising option. Other studies are too risky and lack any guarantee.” I want to mention that mine isn’t guaranteed either, but I opt to stay silent. “The director is prepared to fulfill any requests you have to lead the team.”

“And like I said in the email, the research isn’t solely mine, so I’m not inclined to continue without the other doctor involved.”

“Dr. Elodie Wallace, yes. We’re aware she was blipped. Don’t you think she would want you to continue her work? The credit would go to both of you. It’s my understanding that Dr. Wallace left behind a mother and girlfriend behind. This kind of recognition could be what her family needs.” I laugh bitterly

These fucking people excel at manipulation. S.H.I.E.L.D, HYDRA, S.W.O.R.D are all equally conniving and power-hungry individuals. They are willing to go to any lengths to emerge victorious in a conflict, regardless of the consequences.

“I said no. That research won’t continue without Dr. Wallace actively participating in it. Besides the research does not offer any solutions to rectify this situation.”

“But it has the potential to. That’s why we are proposing the opportunity for you to establish your own team with complete access to contacts, resources, and funding. The government is prepared to contribute.”

“The research is still in progress, it is not prepared for government funding or yours, for that matter.”

Reid appears to be on the verge of giving up. I can almost see her resolve crumbling, wanting to present more arguments, but she simply sighs. After finishing her coffee, she rises from her seat, retrieves a card from her jacket, and hands it to me. I accept it and leave it on the table.

“If the research were to come to fruition and you need help, reach out to us. The offer will still stand. We’d be willing to move your team here, to Enumclaw. It’s a lovely residence, it would be a shame to lose it.” Her smile fails to conceal the underlying threat. Placing her cup on the kitchen counter, she proceeds to put on her shoes and coat. “Have a good day, Dr. Kingsley,” she says before leaving. As I approach the door, I observe her entering a black SUV that soon drives away.

I turn around, and my heart sinks, my breath catches. The Winter Soldier materializes in the same spot where she was seated. He gazes out at the forest beyond the windows, then steps closer, hands clasped behind his back, motionless. I am frozen, unable to move. He pivots and strides towards me, my breath quickens, until he stands directly in front of me. I have to raise my eyes in order to see him. The only sound is our breathing, I watch as he extends his metal arm to grasp mine, causing me to flinch away. When I reopen my eyes, he is no longer present.

I breathe again.

I grab my car keys and rush out. The engine roars to life as I speed towards the lab. My mind races, thoughts jumbled and frantic. Paranoia compels me to constantly check the rearview mirror to ensure no one is following me. The lab is quiet. I take a deep breath, letting the silence wash over me. Slowly, I gather my thoughts, the cool air calming my frantic mind.

I make a call.

“Ron,” I say

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Notes: Here we have the next chapter, sorry to not have been able to update more last month but it was a very crazy month honestly. BUUUUT this one is long to make up for my absence. UPDATE: For those who might be interested, I have uploded the casting for Agent of Battle, The Hunting Secrets. Other than that, please remember to interact with the story if you like it, I'd love to read your thoughts about the series and this chapter. Comment, like and share it.

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NO. 27 PUSHED TO THE LIMIT

Muffled Screams | Stumbling | Magical Exhaustion

Plan A is working so far. You fuck up the hinges with the cuffs while trying to get them off. They don't even get scratched but the hinges can't say the same. A win regardless.

No alarm sounds as you scoot the door a little to the side. That doesn't mean it'll stay quiet when you step into the hall, though, so you'll have to book it. You've mastered moving quietly and your shoes are worn just the right amount for the job.

You're not familiar with this building's interior. There's dust on the floor everywhere and the lights aren't on. You can assume this is some shitty old underground hideout that Sivana cleared out for this occasion. If this were a time for quips you'd bring it up when he inevitably tries to stop you from escaping. As it stands, you're praying for a few more minutes of peace at least to puzzle out where the exit might be.

No windows literally anywhere so you're definitely underground. The corners you glance at don't hold cameras. Why the fuck would he have left you alone in that room without surveillance? Without even a monologue?

It makes you uneasy. You may have just had one of the top twelve worst days of your life, emotionally speaking, but when it comes to hero stuff the Wisdom keeps you sharp. And your gut instincts keep you alive.

You remain alert and cautious as you make your way through whatever this building is. Solomon keeps you from running in circles by reminding you of the dead ends you've already found. Achilles keeps you calm and Mercury takes over the legs after you start to stumble and trip. It gives you time to plan.

You're still waiting for the other shoe to drop here. You have zero doubts that Sivana has a fucking scheme that might be going on two floors up or halfway across the city. It's just a matter of when it's going to be revealed.

At the same time, you need to plan for the positive outcomes too. You wouldn't want to make it out of here just to linger in the area all anxious about secret plans and get caught by your coworkers. You still have to get these cuffs off, treat your wounds, and eventually crash when Zeus can no longer keep giving you adrenaline and mental energy. You're going to pay for the spell you cast and all the stamina you're using so hard, but you need to get somewhere safe first. You're not dropping a single second before.

If you get out of here without getting caught, you'll have to find a way to get these cuffs off. If you can do that, then you'll be free to return in your big form to take care of business. And after that you can finally do something about your hands and sleep for a day. It's not exactly a plan but it's a bullet-pointed list of steps and that's good enough.

You stop dead.

You just heard someone in pain on the floor below you.

It would be wise to save yourself first. You can't exactly go charging into the unknown with no magic, no blessings, and no hands. That'd be peak Stupidity of Billy Batson right there.

And yet, you wait for a second to give your headmates time to tell you not to be stupid.

...

You forgot they all enable your heroics. Literally every single one of them.

Fuck. You're at least going to stealth this first.

Whumptober: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, ALT 12, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, ALT 1, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31.

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We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

Im Insoo, a 24 year old son of Erh-Lang. He is a veterinarian at Stop&Paws.

FC NAME/GROUP: Lee Minho (Lee Know) / Stray Kids CHARACTER NAME: Im In-Soo (임 인수) AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 25 October 1998, 24 PLACE OF BIRTH: Bukchon Hanok Village, Seoul, South Korea OCCUPATION: Veterinarian at Stop&Paws HEIGHT: 172cm / 5'8" WEIGHT: 62kg / 137lbs DEFINING FEATURES:

Big dark brown eyes resembling boba.

A mole on the left side of his nose.

Ears piercings: two on the left, one on the right.

PERSONALITY: In-Soo is a kind, beautiful young man, always happy to help whenever he can, especially if animals are involved. As an only child, he doesn’t mind being on his own but if he meets someone he clicks with, he’ll be the most loyal friend. On the other hand, if people betray or are mean to him, they might find themselves with a dog’s bite on their butt.

However, due to his past and the loss of his family, his smile hides a great sadness and trauma. He is plagued by recurrent nightmares of his grandparents’ murder and often suffers from insomnia. His hatred for the evil spirits knows no limit and he’ll do anything to protect others from them. He has a great mastery of his powers but he sometimes can be overwhelmed by a destructive rage when using them.

HISTORY: Im In-Soo was born and raised in Bukchon Hanok Village in Seoul, where his grandparents and mother managed a small teahouse. His mother Iseul was a loving and kind woman but due to her work, she was often busy so In-Soo spent most of his time with his grandmother and grandfather. The identity of his father was no secret to them but it was decided to give the little boy the most normal and happy childhood possible.

It worked, for a while.

In-Soo’s powers started to manifest quite early, before he was even five years old. At first, it was only strange feelings of being observed that invaded the small boy. Of not being alone in his bedroom or any other room of the teahouse, making him cry or run away in fear. When the nightmares started, Iseul kept him around her at all time, even at night.

He was seven when he started to see the demons that plagued his life. Dark creatures of fog and smoke looming around the house, filling him with terror day and night. Seeing the despair of her son, Iseul decided to reveal his true identity to him and though In-Soo didn’t understand everything yet, he found hope in the fact that he once might be able to fight back.

With the help of his family, the boy started to study everything he could find about his father and shamanic literature showed him how to train his spiritual energy to fend for himself and protect his loved ones. The more he learnt, the more his gift grew and started to manifest. That’s when the shape-shifting arrived.

At first, it was an accident. See, In-Soo loved animals and often fed the stray cats of the neighborhood. Watching kittens play, he wished to be as innocent and happy as them and the next minute, he was running after them on four small paws, his shouts of joy coming out as excited meows. He soon cherished this particular ability and, as years passed, he mastered shifting into most animals but his preferences always went back to cats, wolves and ravens. It also offered him a respite from the evilness lurking around him.

During that time, the demons grew impatient, jealous of the boy’s powers, wanting them for themselves. They became more violent, now physically attacking the Im family. It culminated on In-Soo’s first day of middle school when they murdered his grandparents and left the teahouse ransacked.

That night, In-Soo’s powers, fueled by his rage, almost destroyed the village.

Left alone, Iseul and her son rebuilt the teahouse and he spent his free time helping his mother as much as he could while studying. Evilness came back and it started to weigh on his beloved mother’s body and soul. At eighteen, at Iseul’s insistence, In-Soo enlisted at the Seoul National University to study veterinary science. After five years and a few flings that confirmed he liked boys, he came back home to find his mother fading away. Before saying her goodbyes, she told her son about Mount Phoenix where he would find protection and, maybe, his father.

After his mother’s untimely death, In-Soo regretfully sold the teahouse, packed his few belongings and made the long journey to Mount Phoenix.

PANTHEON:Chinese CHILD OF: Erh-Lang, God of Protection from Evil POWERS:

Chases away evil spirits.

Shape-shifts in animals (has a preference for cats, wolves and ravens). The animals retain In-Soo’s hair and eyes’ colors.

STRENGTHS:

Kindness.

Protection of others.

Love for animals.

Can perform the darye (Korean tea ceremony) and brew any kind of tea to perfection.

WEAKNESSES:

Can take time to trust new persons.

Insomnia.

Sometimes unable to contain his rage.

The occasional swearing.

#kpop rp #krp #stray kids #lee minho #lee know #mp; welcome

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jcmarchi · 6 months

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Why Moon Studios Made No Rest For The Wicked Instead Of A Third Ori Game

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Why Moon Studios Made No Rest For The Wicked Instead Of A Third Ori Game

No Rest for the Wicked, the upcoming action RPG from Ori team Moon Studios revealed at The Game Awards 2023, is gracing the cover of the latest issue of Game Informer. After checking the game out for a few hours and speaking to some of the lead developers at Moon Studios in Vienna, Austria, both myself and cover story writer Marcus Stewart are excited about No Rest for the Wicked – you can read more of our preview thoughts here, and you can read the cover story here.

But, excitement for No Rest for the Wicked aside, both Marcus and I are big fans of the team’s Ori series, which began with Ori and the Blind Forest in 2015 and continued in the 2020 sequel, Ori and the Will of the Wisps. That’s why we couldn’t talk to Moon Studios about No Rest for the Wicked without asking how the team decided to make it instead of a theoretical third Ori game.

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It turns out, the answer is simple: the team feels like the the story of Ori is complete.

“I think were were pretty happy with where it left off,” tech and production director and Moon Studios co-founder Gennadiy Korol says. “I think we were able to complete the story of Ori. It’s a complete arc now; if you play both games, it’s a complete story. So it felt like the only way we would come back to Ori 3 is if we have more to say, more story to tell.”

However, while No Rest for the Wicked is Moon Studios’ main focus for the time being – and considering it’s a game being developed alongside the community in Early Access, it could be the studio’s focus for years to come – studio CEO and creative director Thomas Mahler says he has some ideas for a third Ori game.

“I have a title for it already,” he says. At this point, Korol jumps in to explain he didn’t know about this, stating, “I didn’t know that it was on the table.”

Mahler continues, “I have some ideas, but so far, right now, we are completely focused on No Rest for the Wicked for the time being.”

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So there’s a little hope, Ori fans – it just might be a while. At any rate, if you’re a fan of the Ori games, you should check out No Rest for the Wicked because while the two series are extremely different in many ways, the Ori DNA lives on in No Rest for the Wicked.

No Rest for the Wicked hits Early Access on PC next month on April 18.

While waiting for its launch, check out this feature breaking down the Early Access roadmap and endgame content of No Rest for the Wicked, and then check out more than 25 minutes of the game in our No Rest for the Wicked New Gameplay Today.

You can learn even more about No Rest for the Wicked by checking out our features and videos rolling out over the coming weeks in our exclusive coverage hub below.

#2023 #arc #CEO #Community #content #developers #DNA #Features #focus #forest #game #games #how #Ideas #it #Learn #Moon #PC #Play #Production #Read #REST #table #Tech #time #Videos

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O'SHAQUIE FOSTER SCORES STUNNING STOPPAGE WIN OVER EDUARDO HERNANDEZ AFTER ROUND OF THE YEAR

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Champion retains title with final-round TKO after incredible championship rounds in Cancun.

O’Shaquie Foster dug deep to retain his title with a stunning final round KO win over Eduardo Hernandez – where the pair wrapped a bow around the round of the year with incredible action in the 11th round of their brilliant battle in Cancun, Mexico, live on DAZN. Foster (21-2 12 KOs) was making the first defense of his title in the Mexican mandatory challenger’s homeland, and the belt was on its way to changing hands on the judges’ cards before the insane 11th round that took the breath away, and ultimately changed the course of the contest. Hernandez (34-2 31 KOs) somehow stayed on his feet as Foster stunned him, then poured on the pressure, with the Mexican on the shakiest of legs and seemingly ready to go. But from out nowhere, ‘Rocky’ hurt the champion and began to unload his own arsenal as he looked capable of scoring his own stoppage, with both men ending a breathtaking three minutes of action trading the most brutal of leather. Early in the final round, though, it was apparent that Foster had more left in the tank and so it proved, as he floored Hernandez twice before the referee stepped in to end matters with just 28 seconds left – and agonizingly for the challenger, the scorecards after the fight revealed that had Hernandez heard the final bell, he’d have been crowned the new king, with two of the judges having him comfortably ahead – 110-99 and 107-102 – going into the final round. Hernandez will look to regroup and come again in 2024, but for Foster, a big box is ticked by pulling out a dramatic final round KO to cling onto his title in the most dramatic fashion, and one that will make the boxing world stand up and take notice, as ‘Ice Water’ called out Joe Cordina to face him in a unification clash if the Welshman retains his IBF crown next weekend in Monaco against Edward Vazquez.

O'SHAQUIE FOSTER SCORES STUNNING STOPPAGE WIN OVER EDUARDO HERNANDEZ AFTER ROUND OF THE YEAR

“My coaches were telling me that I was behind around the eighth round, so I knew I had to push it before I lose my belt; I have to give it all, so that’s what I did,” said Foster. “Rocky is a hell of a puncher and a hell of a fighter, I had to dig deep, but I knew I could catch him. Around the ninth or tenth round, I started seeing his body limp when I hit him with the right hand, so I just kept having faith in it. “In the 11th round, I hurt him, but he came back and hit me with a good shot, so it gave him a little more hope, but in the 12th round, I knew I could catch him. “With the comeback KO, I rate my performance an eight out of ten, but I really wasn’t too satisfied with how I fought. But it was a fun fight; I had fun in there. “I want the winner of the fight next week with Cordina and Vazquez, that should be next, unify, let’s do it. I’ve proved I’ll go anywhere to fight, so if it’s the UK, let’s do it.” Elsewhere on the card, Justis Huni (8-0 4 KOs) made an impressive debut under the Matchroom banner, widely outpointing Andrew Tabiti (20-2 16 KOs) to win the WBA International Heavyweight title and Eduardo ‘Sugar’ Nunez (25-1 25 KOs) extended his ominous KO streak to 25 out of 25 by blasting Oscar Escandon (27-7 16 KOs) away inside two rounds.

(Featured Photo: Ed Mulholland/Matchroom)

#HF #O'Shaquie Foster #Eduardo Hernandez #DAZN #Matchroom Boxing

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Asia Cup: India thrash Pakistan by 228 runs after Kohli, Rahul tons and Kuldeep fifer

Rahul makes a memorable century, along with Kohli, on comeback helping India rout Pakistan by 228 runs.

COLOMBO: Had it not been for the last-minute injury to Shreyas Iyer, KL Rahul would not have found a place in the playing XI against Pakistan in their Super Four match here at the R Premadasa Stadium, Colombo. The team sheet shared by India captain Rohit Sharma at the toss at least suggested so. The №4 position, where Rahul eventually came out to bat, was marked for Iyer while the former was at №13 on the team sheet with Suryakumar Yadav being the 12th man.

As if that uncertainty was not enough, inclement weather further prohibited Rahul from expressing himself despite taking the field after a gap of four months. When he was unbeaten on 17, skies opened up forcing match officials to suspend the game on Sunday. India was 147/2 after 24.1 overs with Virat Kohli also not out on 8.

The only solace was the fact that the contest had a reserve day as announced by the Asian Cricket Council a few days ago giving Rahul hope to carry on from where he had left on Sunday evening. The rain god, however, attempted to spoil his and Team India’s plan as it poured heavily minutes before the resumption, forcing the ground staff to cover the entire ground. The cloudy sky and consistent drizzling might have again made Rahul and other Indian batters restless but unlike Sunday, the weather showed mercy allowing the play to resume at 4:40 PM.

Once Rahul and Virat took the field, they showed no mercy as the duo sent Pakistan bowlers on a leather hunt. While openers Rohit (56) and Shubman Gill (58) had added 121 for the first wicket, Rahul and Virat remained unconquered. They stitched together a 233-run partnership for the third wicket. Kohli was unbeaten on 122 off 94 while Rahul was not out on 111 off 106 as India posted 356/2. Virat also became the quickest to reach 13,000 runs in ODIs. The century was also his 47th in the ODIs, only two behind the legendary Sachin Tendulkar.

Injury to Haris Rauf didn’t help Pakistan’s cause either as the pacer, who bowled five overs on Sunday, didn’t take the field on Monday. “He was subsequently taken for a precautionary MRI, which revealed no tear. He is under the observation of the team’s medical panel,” a statement from the Pakistan Cricket Board read. Babar Azam and Co suffered another injury scare when pacer Naseem Shah left the field holding his wrist. He could not complete the penultimate over of the Indian innings and Iftikhar Ahmed had to bowl the remaining four deliveries. The target proved too big for Pakistan to chase down as they managed 128/8 in 32 overs. Rauf and Naseem didn’t come out to bat as India won by a huge margin of 228 runs. Wrist spinner Kuldeep Yadav claimed a five-for (5/25) while Jasprit Bumrah, Hardik Pandya and Shardul Thakur claimed a wicket each.

Earlier, returning after a long injury lay-off and a subsequent thigh surgery, 31-year-old Rahul did find a place in the 17-member squad for the Asia Cup but was left back at the National Cricket Academy (NCA), Bengaluru even as the team flew for Sri Lanka for the continental tournament. The reason as stated by the chairman of selectors, Ajit Agarkar, was a fresh niggle. After missing two matches, the wicketkeeper-batter joined the squad in Colombo. He was also named in the Indian squad of 15 for the 2023 ODI World Cup.

Given his long absence from the field, questions were raised on his return to the team right before the World Cup. This is despite the fact that his performance in the 50-over format has been good in the recent past before injury sidelined him. This year he didn’t exactly dazzle with the willow but scored two half-centuries in the previous six ODIs before the match against Pakistan to stay in the hunt for a place in the World Cup squad.

But something was missing and even Rahul knew it. For a batter, who had made his ODI debut with a century, not reaching the three-figure mark for more than two years would have been frustrating. He last hit a century on March 26, 2021, when he made 108 against England in Pune. Since then he had played 17 ODIs scoring four half-centuries but the ton was looking elusive before it came against the arch-rivals.

Though Rahul has played maximum matches as an opener it’s №4 or №5 where he has scored the most runs with an impressive batting average so far. At №4, where he batted on Monday, his numbers are the most impressive. In 10 matches he batted in that position, he has scored 352 runs including two centuries at an average of 58.66. He is also equally good at No 5 where he has scored 742 runs from 18 matches including a century with an average of 53.

The recent show by the Karnataka batter might relieve Indian team management of a few worries, especially the injury concerns that have given it sleepless nights over the past few months. With Ishan Kishan looking in good touch and Iyer apparently having only back spasm, Rahul’s form may also lead to a healthy competition among batters giving the management plenty of options in the middle order.

#India #Pakistan

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thedestinerchooser4216 · 2 years

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📞Call Me, Please📞 ➖ Part 2

The day dawns, finally, taking into consideration everything that happened last night, it's a good sign. Not for Y/N, the poor guy was still suffering, and the only object that showed a regard for him was Teardrop. No other. Only her. This only encouraged him even more to end it all faster.

Early that morning, Y/N went out. He went to the first farm store he found and asked:

Y/N: Do you have Euthanasia?

"Yes we do, do you want how many doses?"

Y/N: if possible, 25.

"Geez! Is this a contagious disease that is affecting your cattle?"

Y/N: Yes, Yes. They are feeling a lot of pain. So I want to put an end to their suffering.

"Well, here it is."

Y/N left the store quite happy, since he had gotten what he wanted, euthanasia injections. That stuff used to slaughter cattle near death can stop any heart in minutes. In other words, Y/N did not make a bad purchase.

Upon returning to the hotel, Y/N realizes that a small pile of objects had formed. He hides behind a trash can and begins to listen to what they are talking about.

Golfball: That's what you all heard, he escaped!

Tree: What, how is that possible? Wasn't Tennis Ball keeping an eye on him?

Golfball: Yeah, he was. But Y/N ran away after He asked Tennis Ball for a glass of water. Honestly, that's the worst low guard I've ever seen. Tennis Ball, you need to pay more attention to the smallest details that look suspicious!

Tennis Ball: but I thought he really wanted a glass of water! No thought came into my head that he might end up escaping at some point!

Leafy: But now what? He's missing, and I'm starting to get really worried!

Pin: We all are, Leafy.

Flower: We can't just sit here waiting, we have to go after him before it's too late!

Black Hole: If he really wanted to end it all, then yes, it's too late.

Bottle: Turn your mouth away, Black Hole!

Black Hole: Just a hunch…

Suddenly, a garbage truck passes in front of the hotel and lifts the can, revealing Y/N for the rest of the objects.

Y/N hardly knew what he was feeling at that time. But it was a feeling of wanting to have disappeared while he had the time.

Pin: Where have you been? Do you know how worried we were about you?

Flower: Yeah! This is not the least bit funny Y/N!

Y/N doesn't respond, refusing to say anything at all. Golfball approaches him, trying to keep calm, leaving a small smile showing.

Golfball: Okay, I'm pretty calm now. Y/N, can you please tell me why you ran away from the lab last night?

Tennis Ball: and also why do you want to kill yourself?

Y/N: You are my friends, of course. But this time I can't help myself, I guess I don't have much personal love…

Golfball: so you don't love yourself?

Y/N: I guess not.

Everyone looked at each other, for them this was a very serious sign.

Golfball: This doesn't make any sense…

Y/N:….

Golfball: But Y/N! You are so wonderful!

Y/N: You are wonderful, I am a complete disaster.

Everyone is surprised. Did he really say that?

Y/N walks to his room, completely depressed. But he was screaming with joy inside. Since he would now be alone to do whatever he wanted.

Everyone was worried about Y/N's mental sanity, he wasn't like that, he was quite happy and smiling, what made him take this behavior?

Golfball: No… It can't be…

Bubble: whoit are we going to do now? We coin't leave him with this bad feeling :(

Lollipop: does anyone have any idea what we can do?

Tennis Ball: I think I know what to do

Golfball: So don't just stand there, tell me your plan!

Time Skip - 3 hours later

Y/N was preparing everything for his last breath. He could hardly believe that he had finally made it, the time had come. No more suffering, just a paradise to meet him again. Could everyone be devastated? They might. Would they miss him terribly? Yes, they would. But he didn't have much to do about it.

"Y/N!!!"

Who would that be now?

Golfball was standing in front of Y/N's bedroom door, waiting for him to open it. A big smile was stamped on her face.

Y/N opens the door and looks confusedly at Golfball, who is still smiling.

Golfball: there you are!!!

Y/N: you're smiling too much… What happened?

Golfball: What's wrong? Just because something happened I need to smile?

Y/N: it depends on what happened…

Golfball: I'm just glad you didn't disappear from the face of the earth!

Y/N: but I wanted to.

Golfball: Alright, the conversation is getting to a different place. Would you please follow me?

Y/N: where are we going?

Golfball: right there on that table.

Y/N: is that serious?

Golfball: yes

Y/N: as long as it's something important, I'll go.

Golfball: it is very important!

Y/N: yeah I'll go.

Meanwhile….

In another hotel, but precisely in hotel OJ, a phone starts ringing. Paper answers, a worried voice starts talking worriedly. OJ appears.

OJ: Who is it?

Paper: I don't know, he didn't even say his name!

OJ: what does he want to know?

Paper: he is asking about some Y/N. Is there someone named Y/N around here?

OJ: it must be the Y/N from that other hotel.

Paper: which one?

OJ: I forget the name.

Paper: Sir, Y/N is not from that hotel.

Can you at least go get him? It's an emergency!

Paper: OK, I'll go.

OJ: Stay here. I'll go get him.

Paper: OK.

back at the hotel, on the golfball plane

Golfball was singing happily while Y/N was grumbling. The two were slowly walking towards a table that had several papers thrown on it. They weren't necessarily papers, they appeared to be cards.

Y/N: what is this?

Golfball: just a little something to prove our great love for you <3

Y/N: is this really serious?

Golfball: read on and find out the answer <3

As Y/N approached the table, Golfball continues to smile [How Cute :)]. Y/N picks up some cards and starts reading…

Y/N: this is…. This is….

Golfball: it's beautiful isn't it?

Y/N: i don't know what to say…

Golfball: you forgot to read a special little card…

Y/N: hm? Y/N: which one?

Golfball: mine!

Y/N: you did too?

Golfball: read it and tell me what you think <3

Golfball: Tennis Ball helped me do it, heh….

Y/N: this is… Perfect…

Golfball: did you like it? Good to know! Guys, come on out! The plan worked!

Y/N: Plan?

Everyone involved in the creation of the love letters came out of their hiding places, heading towards Y/N and Golfball.

Y/N: why?

Golfball: this is just to remind you that you are loved by all of us here. You know that, don't you?

Y/N: ….

Golfball: what do you say, Y/N? Will you get back to living with us in a normal, happy, antidepressant way?

Y/N: …I

Golfball: Yeeeeeeeees?

OJ: Excuse me, may I come in?

Golfball: but you're already in! By the way, who are you?

OJ: My name is Orange Juice, but you can call me OJ. Do you guys know a guy named Y/N?

Y/N: I am Y/N.

OJ: could you come with me?

Flower: And where are you taking Y/N?

Pin: Are you by any chance a kidnapper?

Leafy is startled by what Pin has just said.

Leafy: No! Nobody is taking Y/N away from us!

Cake: Get away!

OJ: What?! I am not here to kidnap anyone!

Y/N: Then what is this about?

OJ: There is someone desperate to talk to you in my hotel.

Y/N: (I think I know who it is) OK, I'll go there.

OJ: fine, just come because he is starting to bother you. walks out of the hotel

Y/N: I'm going after him.

Leafy: Y/N…

Y/N: yes?

Leafy: Be careful. He doesn't seem very trustworthy…

Y/N: I'll be fine. Everything is going to work out fine. Just calm down.

Leafy: Okay, I'll try to stay calm.

Y/N: goes walking behind OJ

A few minutes of walking later

Paper: OJ! You're back again! And you brought Y/N too!

Y/N: where is the annoying talker who wanted to talk to me?

Paper: He's on the phone.

Y/N: holds up the phone

Y/N: hello?

Is that you? Is that really you? Oh, thank god you're ok!!!

Y/N: just to confirm, who is this?

It's me, your best friend Profily! And you know what else? I'm going back to the city to meet you again! Isn't it wonderful?

Y/N: I want the truth.

Yeah, I'm worried about you, Y/N. It has been a long time since you have called or texted me. And you know that I am your best friend! We should be talking right now, shouldn't we?

Y/N: …

And I heard that you wanted to… Well ….

Y/N: I don't want to do this anymore.

…Really?

Y/N: I have already created a taste for life.

You don't know how much it satisfies my soul, Y/N! So I feel more determined to find you again!

Y/N: …

And also… I have something to tell you, but I can only tell you in person.

Y/N: Alright, I'll be waiting for you right here. I needed to hear some of your voice anyway.

Awww, Y/N! Don't worry, I'll be back soon!

Y/N: Alright, see you later.

Bye bye!

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the warmth of winter || one

Summary: You’re home for the holidays after landing your dream job. When your dad’s old army friend stops by for the month, he makes waves immediately. Your little vacation is disrupted... for better or for worse? Nobody has to know.

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x (F) Reader

Based on the Song: ‘Illicit Affairs’ by Taylor Swift

Mini-Series (1/6)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY; strong language; suggestive language; creepy/clingy coworker; age difference kink (Reader is 25, Bucky is 39)

Word Count: 5,600+

Author’s Note: This is the only chapter without sexual content. This work is explicitly 18+ ONLY.

“Ooof.”

The suitcase snaps back and hits you harshly against an ankle. You take it slow, hoping it won’t swell too bad, and suck in a deep breath to lift it onto the first front porch step. There’s a handbag hanging from your left forearm, smacking against your stomach, and it takes another full minute of struggle for you to finally give up.

“Dad!”

Heavy footsteps sound, and soon enough your dad stumbles through the front door to grab the suitcase from your hand.

“I told you I would do the heavy lifting, Bumblebee,” he says with a slight grumble.

“You’re getting old and I am young, elastic. At least I tried.”

Your dad huffs a laugh and drags the heavy suitcase through the door, opting to leave it near the living room couch for now. Your childhood room was located upstairs and he would definitely need a small breather before lugging it up there too.

“Humor your old man. It’s built into us men! Lift things, cook outdoors…”

“Ha, ha.”

“It’s true! But hey, I’m happy to do it.”

He looks healthier, shining like the day you turned eighteen, the day you graduated university, the day you revealed you had gotten your dream job. His grays have multiplied but he still has his youth; obviously, considering he’s boasting about being your muscle. You haven’t been home since the beginning of the year, living the life in sunny New York City (haha, sunny), so it really is a big deal.

He’s decorated the house like you guys do every year — Christmas tree and stockings, a menorah, and only six red and green candles for Kwanzaa since the seventh went missing during the holiday season of 2013. Your dad has so many friends from around the world who drop by this season — most as surprise, some planned. He usually has to run to the store and buy ingredients for certain dishes, and he would always obtain even more miscellaneous decorations. He’s a people pleaser and it worries you when that applies to other things. You hope no one ever takes advantage of it.

“So, is Sam coming down this time?”

He shakes his head, “Nah, he’s enjoying Louisiana.”

“What about Bruce?”

“Some project of his got greenlit.”

“Natasha?”

“Undercover right now.”

You quirk an eyebrow, “How do you know that?”

“When the text reads ‘undelivered’, you just know.”

So it seems it’ll be a rather quiet holiday season this time around. A few of the neighbors, Wanda and Pietro, and maybe some newbies. “What about—?”

“I’ll just save you the time and tell you who is coming.”

“Okay, shoot.”

“The neighbors are all coming—”

“Ugggggh.”

“Shut it, you.”

You practically cackle and dodge the rogue pillow he snaps your way. There’s a plate of freshly cut fruit on the kitchen counter, so you maneuver yourself expertly around him to devour it.

“And my old army pal, James. It’s his first Christmas alone. Thought he could spend it here.”

Your dad had so many friends but James doesn’t sound familiar. You wrack your brain: okay, there’s Steve, the Captain, who never really visited but always said he would soon, so you only ever saw him when dad visited him instead; there’s James Rhodes, but your dad only calls him Rhodey, so it can’t be that James; and there’s Bucky, the guy your dad rarely mentions because of guilt — the guy who saved his life in an unexpected firefight.

“He staying with us?”

“Yeah,” he sighs low. “It’s the first time I’m seeing him since…”

So it is Bucky. Must be a nickname.

“You gonna be okay with him here?”

Your dad steals the fruit from your fork and battles you for it. You two giggle for a small while until he ultimately wins.

“Of course. I think after talking it through, we’ll be good.”

You don’t dig deeper. If your dad thinks James will be comfortable here and that he’ll find it relaxing, then it’s good enough for you. After all, the more the merrier.

“So, when’s he arriving?”

Your dad steals the fruit off your fork again and pops it into his mouth. “Tonight.”

Your room is relatively untouched. Every so often your dad enters to grab a certain blanket or to use the old desktop computer that whirs randomly in the middle of the night. The bed is made, the closet is organized, and there’s a random pair of running shoes you had simply thrown across the room last time you were here in January. Your dad even vacuumed around them.

The water pressure in your apartment is better than the one here, but you don’t complain. It gets the job done. You unpack the essentials and place them on the bathroom counter. You try to arrange everything the same way you do back at your apartment — makes this short month feel more like being home than on vacation.

And you’re grateful your new job and your new boss are awesome. Three weeks off mandatory leave for any holiday you ask for, paid, as long as you turn everything in by the deadlines. Editing books just seemed like the right career path — you’d charge people in high school and college to review their essays. Just seemed right. And you’re working at one of the biggest publishing companies in New York City and blessed with a boss that realized her workers were human.

Seriously, everything is perfect.

Your phone dings with an incoming message. Okay, almost perfect.

‘Hope you’re doing well. Can’t wait to see you again! - Brock’

The groan that leaves your throat literally scratches it. You went on one date with the guy — ONE DATE — and you even ended it with a gentle, ‘I had a nice time. I’m just not looking to be in a committed relationship right now’. Didn’t work, though. Brock Rumlow is like a mosquito: you feel him invading your personal space, he turns up when you’re least expecting him, he’s drawn to you, and he just doesn’t die.

Okay.

Okay, a little harsh. You mean ‘go away’ rather than ‘die’, but for the sake of dramatics, you’ll ignore that.

He’s not insanely bad. He has good ideas and functions well in group settings and everyone seems to like him when he’s having one of his normal days. Everyone just knows to avoid him when he has a deadline coming up. But he always seems to seek you out when he’s stressed and because of that, you’ve seen the side everyone actively avoids.

Anal-retentive. Obsessed. Clingy. And hopelessly oblivious to your attempts at getting him to leave you alone romantically.

Your fingers hover over the screen as you think of what to say. You can always ignore it. But then he’d call. And you would kill yourself.

‘Doing good. Happy holidays!’

There. Simple. You hope.

You’re busying yourself unpacking when your dad makes this excited sound downstairs. He’s literally cheering and there’s a distinctive noise of hands clapping on backs and polite laughs. You blow a raspberry and sigh. Time to meet new people.

“Bumblebee, get down here!”

“Coming!” you answer, throwing on a knit cardigan before jogging down the stairs. Truthfully, you’re expecting someone close to your dad’s age, maybe older, and you’re prepared for the ‘wounded warrior’ talk your dad was discussing earlier. Except, you’re blindsided by what appears at the doorway.

James is around your dad’s age, maybe the slightest bit younger, with curly dark brown hair and crinkles around his blue eyes. He’s not what you expect — but you weren’t expecting to find Sam or the Captain hot as hell either as you got older. James is perhaps the most beautiful man you have ever seen. Radiating warm greetings and holiday spirit, if his ugly Christmas sweater is any indication. Even with that monstrosity he’s wearing, he’s gorgeous. And your dad seems to love it, and Bucky’s chuckling at him, and you realize he knows your dad truly. He wore it for him.

It takes a full glance to finally see it: James has two arms. You’re confused for only a moment, before you snap out of your thoughts and decide to ask your dad later. James laughs at one of your dad’s jokes and looks up toward the staircase to finally see you.

He flashes a kind smile, one that could topple countries and swoon opposing parties: it’s killer, absolutely devastating.

“Uh, hi. Nice to meet you.”

James looks you up and down rather purposefully that it makes you quickly glance at your dad. But he’s too entranced by the hanging snowmen on James’s sweater so he misses it. You clear your throat and smile back, trying to ignore that growing tickling feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Here’s the thing about James: For as long as he can remember, with every hook-up or flirty purpose, James has never once, never intended to, or accidentally wanted the attention of people’s daughters. Okay, scratch that. He’s an idiot. Everyone is someone’s son or daughter, but he has never thought that the daughter of one of his friends was attractive. Well, okay, no. Scratch that again. He’s considerate and not a complete asshole, so he recognizes beauty when he sees it. But thinking the daughter was hot? That’s never happened. Until now. And James is about three seconds away from slapping himself upside the head.

“Nice to meet you, too.”

Damn, even his voice is devastatingly beautiful. It’s deep enough that it’s not too rumbly, not too monotone. He sounds like even his laugh can turn water into wine.

“Help me with his bags, Bumblebee! C’mon!” If you didn’t know the major fact that James saved your dad’s life and is the sole reason you even have a father, you would believe your dad was genuinely, over the top giddy to see him again.

But you do know the facts and even though your dad is truly happy to see a longtime friend, he’s obviously overcompensating. This is a chance for him and James to talk things through, to air out the awkwardness that James apparently lost a literal limb and thus allowed your dad to come back home. I’ll give him a day to stop laughing at everything James says, you think.

You rush to help with the suitcases, even though James is shooing you away as you try to grab them. Still, you reach for them again because deep down you’re ultimately a good host.

“Damn, what do you have in this one? Rocks?”

“Bumblebee,” your dad scolds.

James laughs and shakes his head, trading you one of the smaller bags for the heavy one. “Just my other pair of boots and some books. It’s almost winter after all! Can’t beat the snow and snuggling up near the fireplace with a good book.”

Books. Just your type of man.

“And you had to bring twelve?” You wear a bright smile that lets both men know you’re only teasing. James hauls the heavy suitcases into the living room and nods as your dad points out the guest room he’ll be occupying.

“Don’t hate, sweetheart. It’s still not enough.”

There it is: the air restricted inside your lungs unexpectedly, pressure building in the temples as your face begs to smile wide in reaction. You’re worried once again that your dad is going to say something about the nickname, like he’ll scold James for calling his only daughter something even he doesn’t call you. But he’s already getting the midnight snack kit ready just in case James even mentions food.

This man is affecting you in ways no man has affected you in a long time — at least, not since college. Not even Rumlow made you feel butterflies or sweet embarrassment on the first and only date. James walks like he owns the room, is quiet like he’s already spoken a thousand words, and as gorgeous as the sun setting in the west. You have the unbelievable urge to make this man some hot chocolate and ask him about his day.

Granted, the goosebumps erupting tell of another thing you’d like to do to this man but that’s out of the question.

“James is staying until after New Years so he’ll need to go shopping sometime this week for… hey, what do you even eat?”

James laughs. “Same thing you do. Except I changed to oat milk.”

“Oh, me too!” you say a little too loudly, inwardly cringing by how high your pitch is. But James just grins and extends his arms like he’s about to match your pitch.

“Better than almond, right?”

He’s got this way about him that’s so surreal, so different. He seems like the type of person who is easy to talk to — someone who listens and reads between the lines. You want to speak with him more, share a beer and get to know him regardless of the maturity levels, and it’s then that you realize that James — with little to no effort — has you wrapped around his finger.

“Blah blah blah, next thing you two will be crucifying me for still drinking milk from a cow,” your dad says, mumbling. You roll your eyes at him and try your hardest to get a grip. This man is your dad’s friend. And he’s several years older than you — a good fifteen at least — and if the feeling you’re getting is anything to go by, it just seems way too taboo.

“I’ll take you shopping tomorrow, alright? In the morning, since we’re celebrating Hanukkah with my friend Wanda later at night.” James picks up his discarded suitcases effortlessly and nods in agreement to your schedule.

“Hey, I know it’s early but I’m working overtime tonight so I’ve gotta head to bed now,” your dad says to James, then claps him on the back and leads him to the downstairs guest room.

“Nice meeting ya, Bumblebee,” James teases, his voice low.

You cringe. “Don’t call me that.”

He likes this already. The teasing, the joking, the carefree nature you and the rest of the household already have. He was worried this vacation would be too uptight, too knitted, too strung that the slightest mishap would open the seams and spill the contents on the floor. Because James was ready to pass on this invitation. He hadn’t seen his friend in almost fifteen years, and the last encounter involved an awkward lunch and James choking on his tortilla chip before the entrees came out. Ever since then, it’s been greeting cards and the occasional email. This invitation stewed in his brain for two weeks before he accepted it — one phone call and an hour of packing later, James bought a plane ticket and saved it in his Apple wallet. Even Steve encouraged him to go, and apologized about not being able to make the same trip down. Besides, James’s sister decided to spend this holiday season in Italy with her fiance. So he was truly, embarrassingly, family-free. Not that he doesn’t consider Steve family, but it’s different visiting Steve’s mom and acting like he belongs.

James watches from outside the door frame as your dad sets up the room. “Okay, what do you wanna be called?”

“Uh, my name?”

James chuckles and rolls his shoulders. He looks you up and down again, breathes in slowly and finally graces you with another kind smile. “I don’t think I can do that, doll.”

Your chest constricts with a feeling like that of a heavy-loaded semi knocking you out of your shoes and three lanes over. Because the slip of his tongue and the roll of his syllables, perfectly calculated, has made you involuntarily shiver.

And when you shiver because of what a man has said — well, you’re in too deep to disregard the innocent, sweet crush that evolves into a raging, carnal desire to have this man on you, underneath you, and utterly yours.

He speaks like it’s a challenge: he wants you to deny the new nickname. Choose another one. Perhaps insist he call you by your birth name. But instead you smile back and try your hardest not to show anything but innocent politeness.

“That’s fine.” You desperately try to ignore the subtle way his eyebrows raise in surprise. “Nice meeting you, James.”

“Bucky.”

You turn on the staircase and look back over your shoulder. “Hmm?”

“Bucky. My name is Bucky.”

“Okay,” you stage-whisper. “Bucky.”

He grins, lip curling up higher on the right side. He speaks low: a sweet confirmation. “Doll.”

“Hello?” Your little greeting comes out like a sing-song, the bell over the door providing the music. The shop looks empty despite the hundreds of flowers filling it up and Wanda’s instrumental playlist plays on the speakers. “Anyone here? I want to buy some flowers!”

On cue, a head pops out from the back office, already scoffing. “Last time you bought a fuckin’ flower it was an apology to your dad for gettin’ caught taggin’ the abandoned building down the street.”

Clint comes out lugging dozens of roses by the box, shirtless and sweaty. He’s already got this fucking smirk on his face that tells you he’s joking; he even laughs loudly after calling you out.

“Maybe if you were nicer I’d buy some more.” You remove your gloves and heavy jacket, placing them on one of the couches near the violets. “And if I ever do, I’d buy them directly from Wanda.”

He adjusts his hearing aid for a short moment. “Last time the sale was mine,” Clint praises and sets the box on the front counter. He begins sorting through and laying individual roses in their own plastic baggy. “Lookin’ for Wanda?”

“Yeah, she around? Wanted to know what else I should order for tomorrow.”

“Eh, she says Pietro has all the food covered. You just provide the roof.”

Clint runs the shop with pure chaos. He’s done the same routine long enough that he doesn’t prick his fingers anymore on thorns, or end up breaking the new fancy vases Pietro has specially made and ordered. Clint’s come a long way since the Maximoff parents gave him this job, and after they died he seemed to level-up. Now he runs the shop chaotically but efficiently whenever Wanda’s not around; the only thing he loses throughout the weekdays is his shirt.

Last week it was his pants, but.

You take a seat near the counter to watch Clint work. “Ha, ha.” Clint’s a little older than you and Wanda, give or take a few years, so you figure he might know more people from around here than you do. “Hey, you know anyone by the name James Barnes?”

“James Barnes? I know the last name. By any chance, does the dude go by ‘Bucky’?”

“Yup! That one.” You pick out a rose from the box carefully, mindful of the thorns. It smells fresh.

Clint makes a happy noise and runs his palm over his face. He has this wistful look, like he’s remembering something. Your mouth parts as you think of the next thing to say but nothing comes out. Clint’s still in his little happy place and you awkwardly look around the store. Finally, he continues. “Good guy. Excellent bartender. Good fighter. Someone you want on your side.”

“He sounds important.”

“He’s only a few years older than me. Not by much but we still kinda grew up together. Helped me get this gig back when Wanda’s parents were running the place.”

“No shit?”

“Shit,” Clint confirms. He smiles then looks at you weirdly. “Why?”

You sigh, fiddling with your thumbs. You try your best not to let your cheeks heat up. “Dad invited him over this December. He’s in my guest room.”

“No shit!” Clint fumbles putting the rose he was holding into the plastic baggy, then runs around the shop looking for his shirt. “Why didn’t you say so sooner? He hasn’t visited in years!”

“Hey, woah!” You laugh and find his shirt first, holding it behind your back as he tries to reach for it. “Dad’s working overtime and he’s sleeping. Can’t let you and your big fat mouth go in there when everyone knows you’re loud as all hell!”

“Depriving me?” Clint dramatically gasps. He pounces for the shirt but misses as you maneuver around him. “That’s mean, Bumblebee.”

You roll your eyes at the nickname every person in this town has seemed to adopt from your dad. “This guy made a name for himself huh?”

“Promise me I get to say hi tomorrow.”

You squint at him, “Clint, I’m not depriving you of anything. The dude is probably getting ready for bed after driving all day.”

“You get that little melting feelin’ in the pit of your stomach when you meet him?”

It’s quiet on your part — you struggle to form a sentence. Clint’s just goes back to casually walking around the store, easily falling back into routine, waiting for an answer. But from the way he’s smirking, he seems to already know it. He laughs loudly, “Happens to everyone! Swore up and down I was in love with him for a good two weeks before I realized I was in love with the free beers he gave me at eighteen.”

“I didn’t get that sinking feeling—”

“Melting,” Clint sounds out. “Melting. He gives off this special vibe. Straight up, everyone in town loves him. He better hide good before all the middle-aged, divorced housewives come knockin’.”

You’ve got your eyebrows furrowed and a funny grin. Clint’s making it sound like you’ve got a literal celebrity in your house. “Melting.”

Clint smirks, finally snatches the t-shirt from your hand, and throws it over his head. “You’ll see for yourself soon enough. He’s close with all your dad’s friends, man. How did you not know about him?”

James… Bucky… grew up here. Your dad didn’t. Your dad moved here for the cheap prices, liked the atmosphere, and stayed. So, you grew up here. And it was just pure coincidence that your dad and Bucky ended up fighting in the same unit.

You shrug. “Dad never really mentioned him. And when he does, he says ‘James’.”

Clint hums in understanding. “Weird, though. Bucky helped Sam repair the family boat a few years back. Got the thing up and runnin’ again perfectly. Helped Steve with a VA campaign back in Brooklyn a few months ago. Hell, he’s bailed Nat out of jail more times than she can count on her perfectly polished hands.”

“I’ve been away for a year. How do I not know any of this?”

Clint looks at you like he can’t believe it either. “Guess he’s not popular with people from your age group. Bucky stopped giving underage kids drinks a little after he returned from the Army, so.”

Clint was already a year graduated when you were barely a freshman. You spent your young childhood helping Captain Rogers during the ‘protest seasons’, painting signs and baking cookies for the newly returned vets, and marching down the streets of Washington DC. You spent some summers down by the docks with Sam and Sarah, learning how to fish and fix the boat’s engine a thousand times over. So the first and true time you really got to know Clint was during your last year of high school when you became friends with his niece Kate.

Kate played Bottom during the fall production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, loud and boisterous and definitely not an actress, while you played the mildly crazed and horny Helena. But instead of making nice with the girl who played Hermia, you fell for the girl who got her head stuck in the ass’s mask and had to wear it throughout the entirety of the cast party. And you were hooked around Clint’s finger when you brought her home, stumbling over every porch step, until you two finally toppled through the front door. Clint took one hard, long look at you both, bit into his donut, and asked, “Where’s Kate?”

He’s been one of your closest friends since.

You groan softly, “I’m going to the bar. I’ll tell Kate you said hi.”

Clint chuckles, “You do that. I’ll tell Wanda you stopped by.”

He clips the ends of roses long after you walk out of the shop.

The bar looks the same as the last time you visited. The regulars are on the barstools, the same 80s posters of random rock bands are plastered over the walls, and the floor is the same shiny but creaky wood. The only differences are the new flat screen gracing the patrons with Thursday Night football and the Christmas decorations. Plus, there’s a cute little tree in the corner and you know for certain that Kate’s the one who decorated it.

“Now, why didn’t I get the arrival text?”

Kate’s voice is cheery and refreshing. She looks just the same as when you left earlier this January, give or take a few natural differences. Her hair is longer, still jet-black, and she’s taken to winged eyeliner rather than her usual line. It makes her eyes look more sultry, more attentive, and she’s adopted lipgloss instead of lipstick. It’s a decision you don’t agree with as you hate the feeling of loose strands of hair from god knows where getting caught in the gloss. She smacks around the small towel she was just using to clean a glass and starts cheering as you take a seat at the bar.

“I haven’t even had time to sit down. Get me a drink, will ya?”

She sticks her tongue out but does as told. Clint got her this gig after sweet talking Fury for a whole month. She bartends Monday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights; they’re the best times of the week and you have no idea how Clint swung that.

“Drinkin’ to forget a fella?” Kate smiles, leaning against the counter while blinking her eyelashes. She grabs you a beer after you roll your eyes.

“Drinkin’ to try and get to know one,” you answer, and pop open the bottle. You take a long sip and flush from Kate’s excited gaze. It’s obvious she’s waiting for you to continue. “I think I have a crush on my new housemate. And everyone who I’ve mentioned his name to has gushed like a middle schooler.”

“Ooo, do I know him?” Kate asks quickly, but backtracks. “Wait, house...mate?”

You nod, shyly. “Dad’s friend. Dude who saved his life and almost died trying. Bucky Barnes.”

Kate pauses like her ears must have heard wrong, eyes wide, then her mouth drops as she releases the loudest gasp-scream you’ve ever heard. You should have assumed her reaction would be one of shock but you didn’t really want the angry stares from a few customers who are trying to watch the game.

“THE Bucky Barnes?”

You smile as her voice raises an octave. “Yeah, apparently. Know him?”

Kate laughs again then points at one of the framed photographs behind her. There, a grainy photo that looks like it was taken on a flip phone depicts Fury, who looks only a few years younger, the famous T’Challa who you’ve heard has made it big in California with his and his sister’s big tech company, and Bucky… skinnier, tanner, and sporting one of the brightest smiles ever.

“What was he, like sixteen?” you ask, shocked, and jump over the counter to inspect the photo closer.

Kate snorts and giggles madly. “Believe it or not, but he was twenty-six.”

Your eyes widen in amusement and Kate matches your silly smile. You look closer, and that’s when you see it: Bucky’s left arm is a beautiful, metal, shiny black with intricate gold designs. He holds up some sort of certificate but because of the poor quality you can’t make out what it says.

Kate continues, “Bucky Barnes looked like a twink until his early thirties. Saw him for ten minutes a few years ago. Hot damn.”

You can’t help but laugh. It’s ridiculous, but Kate is spitting truth: Bucky Barnes, since the second you first saw him this afternoon, is hot damn.

“Gonna tap that?”

“Who says that anymore?” you tease, shoving her shoulder playfully. She shoo’s you back over the counter.

“I’m serious. You didn’t grow up with the guy. This is the first time you’ve met him, I assume?”

“It’s like I’m the only person in town who hasn’t.”

“Makes sense. He moved to Brooklyn when we were kids. Came back one time when you were down in Louisiana with Sam. Has a pollen allergy so he never went into Wanda’s shop. Came back last year for a week but you were working and I was at a conference.”

“So, I’ve literally missed him.”

“Each time,” Kate confirms. “You know, I fully support this affair—”

“Stop talking.” You roll your eyes and take a larger gulp of your beer. The thought of getting it on with the Bucky Barnes is getting even more and more risque. You and Kate speak a while longer, catching up on discussions about work, friends, family, pets, the works. She’s a little busy so she can only make mild small talk, but coming home and not visiting her that very day? Not possible.

She only brings up Bucky again when you’re about to leave. She gives her approval, then goes back to working. But only for a moment because she pours two shots, passes one to you, and exclaims, “To DILFS!”

To your surprise, about half the bar repeats the dirty chant back. “He got kids?”

“No,” Kate laughs, and shoots back the shot. “Not that this town knows of. And we know a lot.”

God, you’ve missed her. So loud and energetic and isn’t afraid to tussle with her fists or words. Your friends back in New York are more reserved, work-oriented — and sure, that’s great and all but they don’t give you that feeling of childhood wonder the same way your friends down here do. It’s your first year working at that company, and you’ve got to put the time and effort in. Once you get a better footing, you can start scheduling more vacation days.

You don’t know what you were expecting from asking about Bucky around town. Guess you were hoping for some bad stories that would quickly extinguish any flame that previously ignited by just hearing him speak. You wanted a reason to avoid him or adopt him as yet another father figure, but now that’s near to impossible. ‘DILF’ really does fit him and it would take a fucking firing squad to get that image out of your mind.

Bucky has planted his hyped influence in your house, in the room right beneath yours, in the back of your mind — and you find that you don’t hate it one bit.

“You’re up late.”

The silky voice startles you and you do a little jump in your chair. You run your palm over your entire face and chuckle back at him. “It’s gonna take me a few more days to get used to not working until midnight.”

Bucky nods in understanding. He goes to the fridge to pull out a water bottle and unscrews the cap. “You his only kid? I remember him saying he had a three-year old at home way back in the desert.”

That makes you gush. The thought of your dad, freshly eighteen and living the most horrible part of his life, telling his whole squad about the three-year old he was trying to create a better life for… it makes you a little emotional. You’re used to the attention: hell, whenever your dad was working, Sam, Steve, and Bruce would reenact Three Men and a Baby at the local grocery store to get dates. “Yeah. Had me at fifteen; kept me around even after my mom ditched. He joined the army for the benefits and money. Left me with his sister while he was fighting.”

“Fifteen… So what, that makes you…?” Bucky looks to be doing the math behind his eyes and a tiny smirk starts forming on his very pink lips.

“Twenty-five. Yup.” You clear your throat and move the spoon in your tea. The lights from the Christmas tree are on and twinkling and seven of the eight candles of the menorah are lit. Bucky takes the time to marvel at the light too. “You forty as well, or?”

“Just about. Thirty-nine.” Bucky looks back to you and blushes. He rubs the back of his neck with his metal hand. It seems to have had a few minor upgrades since the photo at the bar was taken. It’s the same size as his flesh one and its movement is fluid: thirteen years of experience (if he got it a twenty-six), you guess.

“Hmm.” You really wish you had turned the television on or something. It’s too quiet and all that can be heard is your breathing. Your dad left for work an hour ago.

Your little hum has Bucky’s mind whirring. What is that supposed to mean? It’s stupid to overthink it, but he wants to know. Was it a little hum to simply acknowledge his age? Was it a brush-off? Or was it acknowledgement with a sprinkle of interest? Bucky’s a lot of things and being an underthinker isn’t one of them.

It’s already slightly awkward, so you decide to do it now. Rip the band-aid off. You have to say it. “Look, I don’t know how to say this. Or if I should even bring it up… but I’d like to thank you for saving his life.”

“You don’t have to do that—”

“No, seriously. I wouldn’t have had a dad growing up. I mean, I have a lot of father figures. But like…”

He smiles, but takes another sip of water to somehow hide it. “I know what you mean.”

The gesture makes your stomach churn. “Okay… good. I won’t mention it again.”

Bucky’s dressed in a tight, black t-shirt and those cliche red checkered pajama pants. His hair looks recently washed and the ends are curling in all directions. Bucky’s also got subtle bags under his eyes: he must have napped while you were out. He doesn’t look thirty-nine. Granted, you’re used to your dad going gray early from the stress at work. Bucky doesn’t have gray on his head, not that you can see from where you’re sitting. He does seem to have some grays in his beard. You want to stand and look closer, out of curiosity, and to maybe see just how blue his eyes really are.

“So, uh, what are you?” Bucky says with an awkward smile, twirling his index finger in the air.

“Huh?”

He then points to the Christmas tree, to the Menorah, to the ‘Happy Holidays’ pillow cases. “You Christian? Jewish? Undecided?”

“Oh!” You cover your mouth as a giant smile threatens to break through. “During this time, um, Dad and I have a lot of friends who visit. Sometimes on different days so we figured for the entire month of December, it should feel like everyone’s welcome. It’s quite funny because we aren’t, like, anything specific. All the colors are nice, though.”

“I think that’s very welcoming.”

He must be blushing as hard as you are right now. His cheeks are pinker than when you started this conversation. “You?”

Bucky shrugs, “Father was Catholic. Mom was Jewish. Guess that’s why I like your little set-up so much.”

You chuckle, then it falls silent again. But it’s not some awkward silence this time: it’s charged with tiny smiles and little shuffles of the feet. That odd feeling starts in the middle of your chest, travels down through each individual rib, and settles nicely in the pit of your stomach. It’s not really butterflies, it’s more like — melting.

You suck in a deep breath and stand to pour your remaining tea down the sink. “I’m sorry if I’m a little awkward. I’m usually very talkative with dad’s friends.”

He shrugs again. “No worries. I basically ambushed you on my way to get water.”

It’s an exaggeration but you know Bucky says it because he must be feeling it too. When goosebumps erupt on your arms, you can’t really expect the conversation to be labeled as innocent. You quickly change the subject. “Well, hey, I usually go running with my friend Wanda in the mornings but I’ll be back before nine to take you shopping.”

“Oh, great!”

You bring your hand up to chew on your index nail for a few seconds. The action makes Bucky’s gaze immediately drop to your lips. Quickly, you say, “Goodnight, Bucky.” You slowly walk past him and to the stairs.

He snaps himself from his daze fast. “Night, doll.”

“You calling me that makes me feel like some 1940s princess,” you teasingly complain, turning on your heel to look back at him.

That’s exactly why he says it. He’s always been interested in period pieces, old music, even movies based during those years. It’s such a delicate nickname, one assigned to people who truly fit the bill, and Bucky, ever since the moment he saw you hop the final stair and bounce into the room, thought you were an absolute doll.

Bucky bites his lip and screws the water bottle shut. “Took one look at ya and that’s the name that came to mind.”

Rolling your eyes, you take tiny backward steps until you reach the staircase railing. “Each time you say it, it sounds like you’re trying to pick me up.”

“Mm.”

The air you try to breathe stops in the middle of your throat. You’re not sure your lungs even tasted it. His tiny hum of acknowledgement is so subtle, so innocent, that it’s not innocent at all. You shouldn’t say it — hell, you shouldn’t even be thinking it — but you want him to elaborate on that hum, to explain with great detail just why he didn’t bother denying it.

“Yeah… Anyway… Night.”

Bucky smirks as he watches you walk away. He only feels a little guilty for enjoying the view.

xxMoni

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wolferine · 3 years

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The Bet

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: When you return home bloody and bruised, Natasha is determined to find who hurt you.

Warnings: Violence, blood, language

Word count: 1282

AN: Random one-shot for you all to enjoy!

You stagger back to Natasha’s and your shared room, leaving bloody handprints on the walls in your wake. Your right knee is scraped open so badly blood trickles all the way down to your sock and you can’t put a single pound of weight on it. The skin on your right arm is torn off from wrist to shoulder and you cradle your arm against your chest, fingers trembling in pain.

You’re not even sure what your face looks like, but judging from having to constantly blink blood out of your eyes and spitting out entire mouthfuls on the sidewalk earlier tells you it’s not pretty.

You open the door quietly, practically hopping on one foot. Natasha is already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed and putting her shoes on. She doesn’t look up at you right away, focused on knotting her laces, and you seize your opportunity to try and sneak past her to the bathroom.

“Good morning,” you mumble, turning your face away from Natasha in an attempt to hide the damage. “I’m just gonna hop into the shower really quick—”

Natasha looks up and sees the blood splashed across your white workout shirt. She sees your limp and the way you hold your right arm to your chest.

“What happened?” she screams, causing you to jump at the volume of her voice. She rushes you and you cringe away, accidentally revealing your face. Your chin is split in the middle, the tip of your nose looks like it’s completely missing, and a scrape travels from your right cheek, over your right eyebrow, all the way up to your hairline.

“What did you do?” Natasha shouts.

“Nothing!” you say, in too much pain to realize how pathetic of a lie it is.

“Don’t lie to me!” she snaps.

“Stop worrying, Nat,” you say, your cheeks burning in embarrassment. “You should see the other guy.”

“Other guy? What other guy? What did he do to you?” Natasha questions you like she’s interrogating a suspect. You try to ignore her and keep walking, but she grabs your left shoulder and you flinch away.

“Ow, Nat, please don’t—”

“I’m sorry.” She lets you go and bites her lip worriedly. “I just want to make sure you’re okay—”

“I told you I’m fine.” You know she cares about you, but the last thing you want is to talk about what happened. “Just let me take a shower and I’ll explain everything after—”

“Why can’t you just explain it now?” Natasha begs.

“Because it’s not a big deal!”

“That’s bullshit, Y/N. At least tell me where it happened.”

You sigh, knowing she won’t let you go unless you give her some semblance of answer. “It was on the west side of the Compound,” you mutter.

“How long ago? Where did they go after?”

“Like, five minutes ago? And I wasn’t really paying attention.” She finally steps back and lets you walk into the bathroom. Your reflection takes you by surprise, and now you understand Natasha’s concern. You look like you jumped out of a moving car at 25 miles per hour.

“I will be waiting right here when you get out!” Natasha calls from the other side of the door, already regretting let you go in alone.

“Okay, okay!” At least you’ll have some time to come up with a story. It takes a few minutes until you can get your bloody shirt off and get into the shower. The hot water feels awful on your wounds and you have to hold back a scream as you rinse off your face and brush gravel out of your arm and knee. Everything starts bleeding all over again and you stumble out of the shower, gingerly patting yourself dry with your towel.

Meanwhile, Natasha grabs her phone when she hears the water turn on. She calls Tony and it takes him a few rings to answer.

“Yes?” His voice is groggy.

“Are you awake?” Natasha asks.

“I am now.”

“Can you check me the security camera footage on the west side of the compound?” she says. “From like, 6:45 to 7:00 a.m.?”

“What for?”

“Y/N just came back from a jog all bloody and won’t tell me what happened.”

“Yeah, that sounds like something Y/N would do.” Tony clearly isn’t the least bit concerned about you and it annoys Natasha. “I guess I can have Jarvis go through the timeframe and see if we can find anything.”

“Tony, I need you to do it now—”

“I will,” he promises. “Besides, if it was a real emergency, I’m sure Y/N would’ve told you what happened.”

“You didn’t see—” Natasha doesn’t even want to describe your injuries to him.

“Twenty bucks that it’s something dumb.”

“Tony!”

“All right, all right. I’ll text you if Jarvis finds anything. Good night, Romanoff.” He hangs up and Natasha slumps on the bed. She hears the water turn off and waits for you to open the door. Your hair is matted and you hold a towel around your chest. With most of the blood scrubbed off, you don’t look as bad, but she still doesn’t like seeing you all scraped up.

Natasha finds some clothes for you and helps you put them on, being particularly careful with your right arm.

“You might have to go to the med bay for that,” she comments, inspecting the bright-red road rash that covers the length of your arm.

“Why can’t you just take care of me?” you pout.

“Because you won’t be honest with me.” Before you can answer, she goes into the bathroom and grabs the medical kit under the sink. Her phone buzzes in her back pocket and she takes it out to check the newest message.

From Tony: You owe me $20, Romanoff.

Attached to Tony’s text is a 15-second video clip. Natasha sighs and hesitantly opens it. When she’s done viewing it, she hangs her head in secondhand shame and walks back to you.

“What’s wrong?” you ask as she places the medical kit beside you on the bed.

“I will ask you one more time what happened,” she threatens.

But you’re too stubborn to admit the truth. “It wasn’t a big deal, Nat—”

“You’re damn right it wasn’t!” She lifts her phone and you see the still frame of the security footage from the west corner of the compound.

“Aw, man, I forgot about the security cameras,” you mutter.

Natasha presses play on the video.

A small black cat sits on the sidewalk, licking its paws. You come jogging up from behind, almost finished with your run, when you notice the cat. You start sprinting for it, but the cat jets off before you can catch up. Suddenly, your foot catches on a pothole and you go sprawling forward.

Your right arm grinds across the ground as you try to stop your fall, and your head whiplashes forward and you scrape your face off on the pavement. The cat disappears from the frame of the video. You slowly wobble to your feet, bleeding from your head, arm, and leg. You then limp off camera sheepishly.

“Uh…” you start.

“Why?” Natasha says, closing her eyes and preparing herself for your answer.

“I wanted to chase the cat.”

“Why?”

“So I could catch it—”

“WHY?”

“You’ve always said you wanted to get a cat!” you defend, hurt that she doesn’t support your decision.

“Yes, from the adoption center. Not one you just picked up outside the Compound!”

“Oh.”

Natasha swears she is dating a child. The other Avengers had told her she was dating the human equivalent of a Golden Retriever, and sometimes, she had to admit that they were right.

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AN: So, this actually happened to my uncle, and my aunt was so disappointed with him, lol. Let his legacy be immortalized on the Internet forever.

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bubbledumbbinch · 3 years

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Yandere! Idia Shroud x Camgirl! Reader SMUT

A/N: Hello! This is my first fic I've posted on tumblr, and I'm not used to using it at all. I hope this turned out okay and you enjoy! This is a College AU, implied magicless world, and reader is a camgirl.

This fic is purely 18+, minors do not interact.

Word Count: ~4.4k

Warnings: dubcon, brief mention of blood, non consensual drug use (aphrodisiacs)

Friday night, 11:24pm, 6 minutes before your scheduled time to start “work”. You had just finished putting on your makeup and outfit, now trying to hype yourself up in the mirror.

'I can do this. This is gonna be a great show!' You told yourself, while staring at your reflection wearing the revealing outfit. Tonight’s choice was a catgirl maid costume; the maid dress just barely covering your body and showing a large amount of chest. A choker with a bell on it, cat ears, and thigh high socks.

Giving yourself a nod of encouragement, you sat down in the chair in front of your desk, where your laptop and webcam were situated, along with your ring lights, one at each side of the desk so you were well lit for the camera. Making sure you were logged into the site, your camera angle looked good, and your laptop was charging, you waited.

You loved your side gig as a camgirl. You were able to appeal to multiple people’s sexual desires while also being able to bring yourself to pleasure, sometimes more than once per stream, if there were enough donations of course. You were also able to make a decent amount of money while doing this side job, paying for college while having fun was a pretty big plus. And, if you were gonna be honest, the validation of being attractive to so many people really made you feel a lot better about yourself.

You quickly noticed your clock switch to 11:30pm. Time to start. You clicked on the set of buttons you pretty much knew by heart to get the show started. Once it did, you started up some music to fill the silence. Just some cute electronic music to dance in your chair to while you wait for the viewers to come in. You didn’t really have as many as the big camgirls but you had a few loyal people come and watch your streams, which set your heart at ease.

5 viewers

cay-kun @ 11:31pm: wooow y/n-chan, you look so cute! excited for tonight’s show~

User18535 @ 11:32pm: fuck you’re so goddamn cute, i love your tits. can’t wait to see what that pussy looks like

10 viewers

You playfully giggled while reading the last message, winking and sticking your tongue out while flashing the camera your panties from under your skirt. While waiting for more people to join, you also made a point to talk to your viewers, asking about their day and what they’ve been up to recently, which they loved you for.

25 viewers

User58273 @ 11:34pm: You look so kawaii, I wish I could have you service me.

40 viewers

Glancing at the viewer count, you decide to officially start.

“Hi hiii~ I’m so happy to see you all here tonight! Let’s have some fun, hmm?” you started playfully. “Do you guys like my outfit?” Messages of “yes” and “yeah baby”s began flooding the chat and you grinned. “Well, I have something that will be a real treat for you all~”

You reached over to grab something that couldn’t be seen by the camera or the viewers.

~~~~~

Idia was browsing through the site full of nude streamers, trying to find a person to watch so he could relieve his tension from this week. It was midterms season and his Computer Science teachers were giving him hell by making him do in person presentations, exams, and assignments that kept piling up. It took a lot of time away from gaming and side projects of coding his own programs. He also unfortunately didn’t have his little brother Ortho with him in college, as the university didn’t allow them both to attend “as one student”. Ortho definitely eased some stress as someone he could trust and talk to, but Idia’s parents decided to keep Ortho at home to “prevent Idia from being distracted”, much to his dismay.

Idia was at least blessed to not have a roommate, so he could at least have his own privacy for nights like this. Idia’s eyes landed on a thumbnail of a girl that was dressed in cat ears and a lewd maid outfit and was intrigued. He clicked on the video icon and was met with your figure bent so that your ass was up and legs were spread on the chair you were previously sitting on. The girl on the stream had her panties down to her knees and was currently lubing up a cat tail butt plug.

“Ah, I’ve never used this before so, bear with me, please!” She pleaded, eyes looking directly at the camera. Idia was intrigued now this was her first time using it. He felt like this was perfect timing, almost like she was doing it just for him. Until he saw the comments flooding in from different people who were probably thinking the same way.

“Put it in already”

“Go slow okay~”

“don’t force yourself if you don’t want to! >//<”

“Tch,” Idia scoffed to himself. “Seems like she has simps already. No use in being interested in someo-“

“H- here it goes!” You moaned, starting to slowly shove the length and girth of the butt plug into your tight hole. “Aaanh~ it’s stretching me out...” Your eyes pricked with tears while your face contorted into pure pleasure with a hint of pain, all while staring at the camera. Every so often he could hear the little jingle from the bell on your choker.

Idia felt his pants getting tighter and his palms were starting to sweat. The face you made at him was just too unreal and he needed more. He palmed at his growing erection while you shivered at the feeling of being filled by the toy. Pulling his sweatpants down to his ankles, he started stroking his cock lightly.

cay-kun @ 11:38pm: oh y/n-chan the way that stretches out your hole is so sexy~ definitely taking a screenshot for later!

User39748 @ 11:38pm: SHIT i wish i was there fucking you with that in your ass

Blushing, you turned around so that one of your legs were in the chair while your other was up, effectively showing the camera a view of your pussy and butt plug. “What do you want me to do? I’ll just play with myself until someone makes a donation and tells me what I should do! Highest bidder within the next minute~.” With that, you looked into the camera again while soaking your middle and ring fingers with saliva and bringing them to your clit, rubbing small circles into it.

Idia realized that, even now, he wanted to have some kind of control over you. He had a lot of disposable income, being from a pretty rich family. The blue haired boy grabbed his credit card and began to type.

Ignia has donated $100!

Your eyes widened and you gasped slightly. Idia bit his bottom lip at the sight. “Ah, Ignia! Thank you for the donation, you’re new here! Welcome, what would you like to see me do~?” You smiled while looking at the camera. Idia felt like you were staring into his soul and he was sweating profusely. He thought for a minute, gulped, and decided to send a message.

Ignia @ 11:43pm: I want you to keep watching my messages and do what I say, kitten. First I want you to grab a vibrating dildo if you have one and put it at the lowest setting, then fuck yourself slowly with it.

Idia would never have the balls to be this bold with anybody. But this is the internet, so fuck it, he’ll be truthful and just say what he wanted.

You nodded and proceeded to grab one from the table of toys you had next to your desk, lubed it slightly, and did what he told you to. You moaned at the intrusion and the feeling of being filled. “Mmh, it feels so good..!” You cried out.

Ignia has donated $50!

Ignia @ 11:45pm: And by the way, call me Master. You don’t get to cum until I say so.

You shivered at this stranger’s boldness and quietly spoke, “Yes, master...” you looked away shyly from the camera and closed your eyes for a minute, thrusting the vibrating device in and out of your wetness. A couple of moans slipped through your mouth as you felt your juices spreading onto your legs.

Ignia @ 11:47pm: Faster. Fuck yourself faster for me, kitten, and put it on the medium setting for me.

You did as you were told, fingers trembling to follow what the stranger had told you. Your (h/c) hair was starting to feel moist from your layer of sweat and your body was heating up, causing your breasts to stick to the costume.

Ignia @ 11:49pm: Take your tits out and play with your nipples

You panted heavily and lowered your chest area’s covering, revealing the sheen of sweat around your tits. Flicking your left nipple while working the dildo with your right, your hands were occupied with pleasing yourself as this stranger commanded, moaning out. “Aah, m-master, f-feels so go-ood~!”

Idia was smirking, stroking hard at his cock at the sight and idea of you actually doing what he said almost made him cum then and there, but he stopped himself. He couldn’t help the rapid beating of his heart when you said the last sentence. Idia felt special. The power he had over you was addicting and he wanted to see you push yourself over the edge under his command.

65 viewers

User58273: Fuck this is so hot, I wish I could be your master too

Seeing this comment somehow made Idia seethe. He didn’t want to share you, even though this was his first stream with you. You made him feel special. He started typing out his draft of what to reply to the thirsty viewers.

Draft: Ignia: You stupid bastards, no, I’m not going to share her.

Before Idia could send the message you spoke up in a moaning voice. “*pant* N-no, my master tonight is I-Ignia, haanh~”. You were still playing with your nipples while fucking yourself well with the dildo, a light blush decorated your face and beads of sweat starting to form on the sides of your face and your body.

Idia’s jaw dropped. ‘Does she actually really want me?’ He was getting hot, too hot for his own comfort. Usually he wouldn’t last this long during his sessions but he really wanted to see you fall apart under his command. He paid for it, after all.

“Master~ I’m getting close, I- I wanna cum soon!” You whined, pleading (e/c) orbs staring into the camera with your mouth open from panting heavily.

“Cum already, don’t hold yourself back”

“Just keep going babygirl”

“Let yourself cum”

Once again, Idia scoffed in annoyance, but he noticed you never acknowledged any of the other commenters, waiting patiently for the words to come from him.

Ignia @ 11:55pm: put the toy at the highest setting, fuck yourself til you cum, then keep pumping it while you ride out your climax.

Upon seeing those words, your fingers work to put your toy at the highest setting inside your dripping cunt. You closed your eyes while you try to imagine the user who was giving out the commands, imagining them slapping your ass and fucking you until you could see stars. The feeling of both of your holes being filled was overwhelming now, and the hot feeling built up in your core faster than you realized. Idia could see it too, the heaving of your chest was picking up rapidly.

“M-,, ma- master.! I’m cumming!!!” You shrieked. Closing your eyes with your tongue unintentionally lolling out, you released a silent scream as soon as your orgasm hit. It felt like a knot inside of your body had come undone suddenly. Your orgasm had your pussy clenching around the toy that was still vibrating intensely inside of you, stimulating you longer and making you release high pitched screams.

Hearing your words before cumming had Idia teetering on the edge, but watching your facial expressions and your moans made him finish suddenly with a grunt, his pale cock spurting thick white cum all over his hand. Still, Idia kept stroking his length while you were riding out your high, overstimulating himself to match your actions on the stream.

You pulled out the toy weakly and turned it off, putting it down on a towel next to your desk.

Ignia has donated $5!

Ignia @ 11:59pm: Spread your pussy lips babygirl, I wanna see your tight hole.

User39748 @ 11:59pm: I agree with Ignia

cay-kun @ 12:00am: ah~ I also agree. Let’s see you spread it, hmm~? Oh, can you also do a lil ‘nya!’?

You checked the chat and blushed heavily, post-orgasm shyness now taking over your mind. You hesitantly shifted in the chair while spreading yourself open with your pointer and middle finger, showing off your glistening folds with your lightly abused hole. “Nya...” you held up your other hand to do the signature “catgirl” pose, playfully sticking your tongue out too.

Idia was cleaning himself off but he could feel himself twitch again, staring at your meek form. You were so gorgeous and he really wanted to see more of you, making sure to press the “Follow” button, so he wouldn’t miss another stream.

After a few seconds, you decide to end your show, feeling extremely tired and needing a shower from sweating so much. “Thank you so so much for joining me tonight! I hope you guys have a wonderful rest of your evening~ take care and I hope to see you all soon!”

Small tips ranging between $1-$10 started to flow in along with messages of “take care~” “see you soon!” “great show baby ;)”.

You clicked off and you sighed deeply. Looking at your earnings tonight, you made around $200. This was probably the most you’ve made in one single stream, and $155 of that was from Ignia, a new follower and the one who pretty much commanded your entire show tonight. It really turned you on to have someone do that for you and it was the first time a viewer made you do something that felt so lewd that made you cum so quickly.

You stood up from the chair, cleaned up your desk and toys, and headed for the bathroom. Taking off your makeup in the sink, you jumped into the shower to clean yourself up.

~~~~~

Idia tentatively bit his shirt sleeve, his blue locks framing his face. Something inside of him told him that he needed to talk to you more. He had already typed out a message to send along with his friend request. He was scared - scared of being rejected by someone as pretty as you, especially now that he had already felt so attached to you, or rather, what he’s seen from the stream tonight.

Yellow eyes closed tightly as he clicked to send the friend request to you.

~~~~~

Jumping out of the shower, you throw on a head and body towel and started to brush your teeth. Walking around the room you realized your laptop was still on, and there was a notification box front and center. Curious, you clicked on it.

“One new friend request and message”.

“Friend Request: Ignia

Message: Hey, this is the user from your stream earlier. I just wanted to say I really enjoyed your stream tonight. You seem nice too, so I’d like to get to know you more. If you’re interested just feel free to add me back, no pressure ofc.

Thx

Ignia”

You blinked a few times, pondering what you should do. You had gotten messages from guys before but they only said cheap compliments and asking for private shows. You were single so there wasn’t anybody holding you down and this guy didn’t seem to radiate any bad vibes. His dominant nature over chat really turned you on and you were curious about him, so you decided to accept his friend request and send a reply.

“From: y/n-kitty-cat

Hi there :) I decided to accept your message, cause why not? You shouldn’t be that creepy, right? ;P anyway, I’m glad you enjoyed my stream tonight <3 I hope you can come to future ones too!! I’d like to see you around more ;)

❤️

y/n”

You sent the message and went to the bathroom to finish brushing your teeth and your other nightly routines.

Idia couldn’t believe his eyes - you had actually messaged him back and you were really flirtatious!! That meant he was different in your eyes, right? It has to be true! He was determined to meet up with you, eventually. His dick throbbed at the idea of having you to himself, pleasing him with your mouth, doing all those lewd faces you made on the stream... his mind wandered while he pushed his pants down once again and thought of his muse who was now his “friend”.

~~~~~

After a few days of messaging back and forth, you and Ignia had ended up exchanging numbers and using text to communicate almost daily. You found out things like what your majors in college were, finding out his real name was Idia, which was a pretty unique name, and realizing you were both from the same city. Well, it’s not like Idia hadn’t already done his research - the night he became your friend he had stalked all of your social medias under a throwaway account and scrolled through every photo and bit of information he could find about you. He was becoming so hyper fixated on you he needed to know more, who could blame him? Idia just hoped he would be seeing more of you in your streams so he could watch you get off again, maybe with his assistance.

Unfortunately for you though, you realized you couldn’t stream as much because midterms were also kicking your ass. You apologized to your viewers with a blog post who luckily understood and wished you luck, saying they looked forward to your next show.

Idia couldn’t see your pretty face from the stream, which made him yearn. He told Ortho about his crush on you and when the small boy told Idia to “just tell you the truth and meet up with you!” he wanted to shut down completely. But, he wasn’t completely opposed to the idea of you being in his room, exactly where he wanted you. Sighing, he picked up his phone to send you a text.

Idia: “hey”

Y/n: “hey there! 😉”

Idia: “soo i was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime”

Y/n: “omg 😱 like irl? I’ve never even heard your voice before lol”

Idia: “ik, i’m a bit shy in person.”

Y/n: “i see, so is the life of a gamer and a shut in?😏😂”

Idia: “hah, yeah i guess lol”

Y/n: “soo, what did you wanna do?”

Idia: “idk, anything you want. Except go outside. And be in public.”

Y/n: “pfft, that takes away like any idea at this point HAHA”

Idia: “ya lol i prefer gaming in my room tbh”

Y/n: “oh, then maybe we can just hang out and play games or something like that?”

Idia: “Yeah, why don’t you come over to my dorm, we could game and eat snacks”

Y/n: “Sounds great! This Friday then, 6pm?”

Idia: “Sure i’ll text you the details later”

Y/n: “Awesome :) see you in a couple days then ;)”

Idia: “cool”

Idia threw himself on his bed and screamed silently into the pillow. Idia wanted more than to just be your friend but unfortunately was also extremely shy, especially when talking to new people in person. But as he was sexually attracted to you, he knew he would have a hard time hiding it from you. He had hoped to initiate some kind of sexual interaction when you met up, wanting to indulge in your sinful reactions himself. He didn’t even want to think about anybody else seeing you like that. Idia was growing possessive and realized that if he were to get you where he wanted you, he needed to do a little bit of digging. Which meant searching the web for something that would help make you more agreeable to something sexual. He knew he himself couldn’t make you agree to it, he was too nervous to initiate that! He knew what he needed - an aphrodisiac.

Composing himself, he got onto his computer and compared his options as well as looking for advice on how to please a woman. His eyes widened and lips trembled as he realized he was definitely way too shy to initiate as much as other men do, but he was determined to try anything if it meant your attention.

~~~~~

Today was finally Friday, and the current time was 5:30pm. You styled your (h/c) locks and put on a light amount of makeup, not as much as you would when you streamed but enough to make yourself feel pretty. You also decided that you still wanted to be cute, even if you and Idia were just friends at this point, and wore a tight crop top, a high waisted black skirt, and some thigh high socks since it was a bit breezy outside. You topped it all off with a (f/c) cardigan so you could at least feel comfortable in the sleeves. Packing your bag, you took one last look at yourself in the mirror, did a little peace sign and smiled, feeling cute as hell. You grabbed your keys and walked out of your dorm, heading towards Idia’s campus.

You parked at the place he told you to and gotten out of your car, looking around for him. Shit, you just realized you didn’t even ask him what he was gonna wear or what he really looked like, which was pretty dumb in hindsight. You did catch a glimpse of a tall lanky guy with fluffy blue hair and a striped t-shirt, who was fumbling around on his phone and didn’t realize you was standing right by him.

“Excuse me,” you interrupted his peace softly, causing him to jump up and squeal in fear. “Oh!! I’n so sorry, I’m just looking for someone and I didn’t know if I was in the right place?”

Idia froze. It really was you, in the flesh, looking at him and taking his appearance in. You were gorgeous, even more so than he would have ever thought, and your voice brought tingles to his spine that made him shudder. Idia realized he was being quiet for a longer than acceptable time and he looked away. “H-hi,, y/n...” he mumbled barely even audible.

“Oh!! Idia? Is that you? Hi!!!” You exclaimed, seemingly really excited. Your mouth was curved into a wide smile too.

“Huh, you sound really enthusiastic...” Idia whispered, thinking he really said it in his own mind instead of out loud.

“Of course I am! I’m finally done with midterms and now I can relax and have fun with my new friend!” You said, bumping your shoulder with him, causing him to hold his breath.

Idia gulped when he realized what you said. Friend. Right, that’s all he was to you. At least for now. But hopefully that would change soon, right?

“Y-yeah. Let’s go inside.” Idia muttered, turning his back and walking.

Based on his demeanor, you almost forgot that Idia was the one who was so dominant during your stream the other week, since his attitude was so shy in real life. But, you pushed that thought to the back of your head, today was gonna be a fun day with a new friend, and that was strictly it. You didn’t really want to make your side job as a sex worker into a big thing that would make real life friendships difficult.

~~~~~

After he led you through the halls of the dorm, he brought you to a door and opened it up. Inside it was a bit messy, but an organized mess, one where the owner definitely knew where everything was. He had a pc setup with multiple monitors, RGB lighting which was mostly set to shades of blue, and a really nice gaming chair to go along with it. He also had a shelf with different manga series along it and other consoles for gaming, a bed, a door that led to a bathroom, and a mini fridge. Pretty nice for someone who lived without a roommate, you thought.

You walked over to his bed and flopped down onto it. Idia couldn’t help but think about the many times he had masturbated to you on those sheets that you were now sitting on. He was wondering what kind of panties you were wearing too, when he was suddenly interrupted.

“So! I guess we should get started on some games, yeah? I think I wanna play a fighting one against you! I’m totally gonna win~” You smiled up at him playfully.

Idia let his personality slip when games were brought up. “Tch, you really think you’re gonna win against me ? Think again.” The blue haired boy smirked down at you, which lit up the fire of competition in your heart.

“Let’s go then, dude.”

~~~~~

After about 15 minutes of close battles but still losing every one, you groaned and put the controller down on the floor where you and Idia were positioned in front of a monitor. You had developed a small sheen of sweat on your face from the stress. “Hey Idia, do you have anything to drink? I’m so thirstyy~” You looked at him and pouted, hoping he would maybe have some soda or water for you.

“A-ah, yes I do...” he stuttered a bit, seemingly nervous about something. He shuffled over to a mini fridge near his desk and brought out a cooler bottle. “Here, I made this sweet tea yesterday and you can drink from it...” Idia handed you the cool bottle and you observed it suspiciously. He was starting to feel his breath hitch and wondered if you had caught on.

“Hm~? Drinking from the same bottle already? So intimate!” You teased him, lightly elbowing his side. “Well, here goes nothing.” You tipped the bottle into your mouth and the tea tasted like sweet peach, with a slightly bitter aftertaste.

“Hm, it’s... interesting. What kind of tea is it?” You inquired, looking at the contents and sniffing it.

“I-it’s a recipe I found online! It looked good so, I decided to make it, I- I thought you would like it...” he shyly put down his head, trying to hide his suspicious nervousness from you.

“Okay... well it’s pretty good! I’ll drink some more, thanks for thinking of me~” you said as you gulped down the drink for a few more seconds. “Mmh! I think that cooled me down, let’s play more rounds!”

Idia looked back at you and sighed in relief. “Y-yeah, let’s do that.” He didn’t know how long it would take to work but at least he could distract his nerves by playing some games.

~~~~~

You started to sweat and feel hot. Unbearably hot. You cleared your throat and pulled off your cardigan and folded it to the side, but it wasn’t enough. The heat spread from your head, to your torso, and to your lower regions. Feeling hot and a deep... itch that you couldn't quite reach, in your crotch, you decide to change the position in which you were sitting, from crossing your legs to having them right underneath you, to feel some sort of friction in that area. You could feel yourself blushing intensely while the blue haired man next to you was still immersed in the game you both were supposed to play.

Watching him, you couldn’t help but notice the way his fingers moved on the controller, his thumbs and pointers expertly moving across it. You started thinking about how they would feel playing with your nipples and clit - wait. ‘What am I even thinking about?! Snap out of it!’ But, you also couldn’t help but think about when you were close to beating him during a round, his voice changed to a lower, frustrated one, and he even let out a little growl. Even now you noticed the way his eyes were so glued to the monitor with a small scowl on his face. Thinking about that sent throbs and heat to your growing wetness.

WINNER: PLAYER 1!

“Fuhehe, I knew I could beat you again~ but for some reason it felt like you weren’t trying as hard this round.” Idia put down his controller, finally took a glance at you, and his breath was caught in his throat.

Your (s/c) body was covered with a layer of sweat, cheeks burning and your eyes looked glossy. You were also panting slightly, rubbing your legs together softly to try to create more friction. “A-ah,, hey... do you think you could lower the temperature in here? It- it’s getting really hot. Maybe I could have more of that cold tea?” You breathed, trying to sound more stable than you were.

Idia was dumbfounded for a second and totally forgot you had drank the tea that he mixed with the aphrodisiacs. He gulped as he leaned closer to your face, observing you. “Is... is there anything else I can help you, w-with?” Idia placed a hand on the floor near your thigh and watched as you tried to scoot away from it.

“D-don’t do that... it’s...,” you whimpered, back now touching the side of his bed as you leaned away from his touch. Since when did he smell so good? His scent radiating from his proximity sent tingles across your body.

“Do what?” Idia experimentally reached out to touch your arm, fingers grazing your back slightly. You couldn’t fight back the moan that slipped out of your mouth. “Haah~ I-Idia...” you breathed, looking at him with pleading eyes. You really weren’t planning on doing anything with your new friend, so why was your body disobeying your mind?

“Y/n... you know you can tell me if there’s a-anything you need.. I’ll help you.” Idia’s eyes were still wide and the way he looked at you made you start craving. You wanted him - no, you NEEDED him to touch you more. You never really thought about it, but, Idia really was attractive. It’s not because of your hazy mindset that you realized it, but the way the blue lights illuminated his pale skin and make his hair almost glow, you were just focusing on it more. He was... cute.

“I-...” you started, looking down at his hand on your arm, and then back at him. Staring at his lips, you felt your arms move around his neck as you pulled him closer. Your lips smashed against each others messily and you released a soft whimper against his mouth. The reality hitting you, you moved your head back suddenly breaking the kiss. Your body was still hot.

“F-first...” Idia was stuttering. “First... kiss...” Idia stared wide eyed at you, lips still trembling. He blushed and turned away, his brows tilted upwards as if he were troubled.

“Oh, oh god, I’m so sorry....” you breathed out, scared you had fucked it up with your friend.

“Haah.. more...” his eyes suddenly turned back to you, seemingly darker than before. “I want more of you, y/n...” with that, he brought his lips to yours again and moved them sloppily against your own. He even took the liberty to bite your bottom lip with his sharp teeth, causing you to yelp. Idia used this opportunity to shove his tongue past your mouth and moved it against your own, causing you to moan in pleasure while you could feel your panties starting to drench.

Idia pulled away from you, cheeks tinted pink. Both of you panted for breath, your clothes now feeling sticky due to sweat. He scanned your blushing figure and saw an opening of your skirt that had shown off your lacy panties. Idia gulped and dove his head towards your clothed pussy, breathing in the essence and shuddering loudly, which made you gasp.

“Idiia, no... we, we shouldn’t...” you whined. But you could feel your body was not agreeing with your words. When the tip of his nose grazed your clit you bucked your hips against his head, letting out a moan at the contact.

He lifted up your skirt to your waist so he could see your facial expressions. Suddenly, his wet tongue experimentally slid up your clothed pussy, piercing yellow eyes locked onto your glazed over eyes. You shrieked at the sensation and felt embarrassed that he could get you like this, and you were still wearing your panties.

“Hhn, you wore these for me, didn’t you..?” Idia said, which made you blush. “No, I- I didn’t...” you muttered weakly, trying to avoid his gaze

Idia’s grip on your thighs suddenly got tighter and he looked up at you with furrowed brows. “Don’t lie to me, kitten. I know you want me, like how you did on the night we met, on your stream.” Idia firmly told you. It seemed like it was more like he was convincing himself. "N-no Idia, I... I don't want to-" you started, until you were interrupted.

Idia’s teeth bit suddenly into your soft thigh, causing it to bleed a bit. You knew it would leave a big mark later. “AH!! F-fuck!!” You grabbed onto his blue hair and felt your pussy clench onto nothing. Why, why are you enjoying this? It was like Idia’s personality had changed, from the shy person you met outside his dorm to a more possessive and rough one. You were a bit scared of him but why was he making you feel so good?

You didn’t have time to think as you felt him move the fabric of your panties to the side so your drenched cunt was fully visible to him. He stared in awe and took in everything - the shape, size, and how wet you were. You brought the back of your hand up to your head and panted with embarrassment. “Idia... mmh...”, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Your body was still wanting more and after your mind was fighting the feeling so much, you decided to let it be. “Please...”

Idia met your eyes and saw how glossy they were. He lifted your body onto the bed so that you were now lying on your back while he was still in front of your crotch. You softly breathed in and out, causing your chest to rise and fall in your sweat soaked top. He snaked a pale hand under your shirt to grope your breast in your lacy bra, cold fingers sending shivers through your hot body. Idia couldn’t resist any longer, he suddenly shoved his wet muscle onto your pussy with fervor. You gasped and threw your head back onto Idia’s plush pillow, and shoved your hand on the back of his head pushing it deeper into your legs. Idia couldn’t contain himself and moaned into your heat, sending vibrations through it. “Oh- aaanh~ Idi-aaa~....” you sighed and whined. He took this opportunity to lower the cup of your bra below your breast and pinch your pert nipple in his fingers.

“Fuck~!” you screamed, feeling hot tears flowing down your face. Your body couldn’t take it much longer. Your core was building a familiar sensation but it was all too overwhelming and coming too fast. “It feels so good!!” You squealed, squeezing your thighs together so you were caging his head. Idia focused his energy lapping hungrily at your clit and then pushed two digits of his free hand through your wet hole, pumping them in and out. Your panting breaths were becoming shorter with each pump.

“Idia~ I’m close!! I’m gonna cum..!” You looked at him between your legs, and he lifted his mouth off of your cunt for a brief second. He stared into your eyes with his yellow ones, which stared at you intensely, licked his lips, and spoke.

“Cum for me then, kitten. Don’t hold back, cum all over my face.” With that, he dove back in and pumped his fingers into your core and flicked his tongue on your sensitive pearl even faster than before. Idia’s hips were rutting on his mattress, precum wetting his undergarments.

“Oh god - I’m cumming, I’m cumming~!!” You screeched and squeezed his head with your thighs, squirting his face and sheets with your cum. His tongue darted around your pussy licking off your juices. You breathed heavily, riding out your high. It took everything in him to stop himself from cumming right then and there - he wanted to save that for later.

Idia leaned up to where you were and kissed you passionately, and you could taste yourself all over his mouth. You moaned at the taste of your own juices on his tongue. Still exhausted from Idia eating you out, your body somehow craved the feeling of being filled. You sat up and got up from the bed and for a second he was afraid you were getting ready to leave. You removed your drenched shirt in front of him as well as your skirt, underwear, and bra. Still wearing your thigh high socks, he stopped you before you could remove them. “I, I want you to keep those on...” he licked his lips as he stared at your socks squeezing your plush thighs, the mark he made earlier with his teeth was visible and bruising now.

Following your lead, Idia was removing his own garments, tossing his shirt to the side. He was lean, not too skinny but not muscular either, pale all over. He also removed his pants and swung them over to the floor. Idia avoided your gaze as his erection was now very much so noticeable in his boxers, and you could even see a dark spot where his precum had made a mark. You felt your vagina tremble at the sight of it. It’s been a long time since you’ve had a partner and the anticipation was starting to get to you. As for Idia, well, everything was his first.

You knelt down in front of his bed and his legs and reached out to touch the head of his penis through the boxers, making him twitch and breathe out. “Mmh,...” you pulled down his underwear to reveal his lengthy cock. He wasn’t extremely girthy but he made up for that in length. The head of it was a shade of pale pink and dripped with clear liquid. You took some of the clear liquid in your hand and began teasing the head of his dick. Opening your mouth, you also gave it a few kitten licks while you pumped the base. Idia let out a few grunts and threw his head back, causing you to grow wet again.

Idia felt himself getting too close to orgasm which made him grab your head to stop you from going further. He lifted you up again and placed you on his lap, your dripping cunt hovering over his standing cock. Your body was hot again as you stared into Idia’s yellow eyes, a pink haze dusting his pale cheeks. Remembering he was a virgin, you looked at him hesitantly. ‘I- I don’t know, are you sure you want to lose your virginity right now?’ was what you were planning on saying, until he spoke up.

“Y/n... I need you. I’ve been wanting to do this to you for a while. I- I'm gonna put it in...” Idia whispered, panting slightly. As he was lowering your hips, you couldn't say anything as you felt his tip graze your wetness and you whimpered at the feeling. He kept bringing your hips down until you felt him all the way inside, head of his dick kissing your cervix. You threw your arms around his neck and moaned into his ear, causing a grunt from your partner. Not giving you time to adjust, Idia started thrusting in and out sloppily into your hole, squelching and moaning sounds filling the air of his usually quiet dorm.

“Oh Idia, please, pleasepleaseplease-!” You screamed, not even knowing what you were pleading for. Your (h/c) hair was sweaty and you felt your eye makeup starting to run with every tear you shed. Idia’s loud grunts filled your ear, causing your heat to build up.

“*pant* Mmh, y/n...” he paused and started thrusting into you slowly but hard, pulling you back so his forehead could touch with yours, blue hair still frayed in his face. “You have, *pant* no idea... I would masturbate to your pictures every. Single. Night. I jerked off on these sheets and used your photos of you smiling, you weren’t even *pant* n-naked... Does that, *pant* make me a sick pervert? No matter, you're here with me now, and I'm mmh, making you feel good, right?” Idia confessed, yellow eyes staring into yours with infatuation and obsession. You felt your breath hitch in a feeling familiar to fear. He was lovesick. Not the same person you thought you were messaging for the past few days or gaming with earlier. He looked deranged.

“I... Aaanh~!” You were cut off by a particularly hard thrust into your cervix. Idia licked your neck while thrusting into your abused hole. “I’m gonna breed you, kitten. W-wanna see you drip with my cum.. mmh, you want that?”

You were so close to your release that you didn’t even care about what he was saying. “More Idia, more!!” You breathed. Closing your eyes and now using your own hips to grind into his cock.

Remembering a particular position that grabbed Idia’s attention, he lifted you up, dick still hard inside of you. He placed your back on the bed, your head on his pillow while he brought your legs up to your chest. Idia continued to thrust into you, your face now in full view. He held your wrists in one hand above your head so you couldn’t hide your face from his eyes.

“Idia...” you breathed out. “I- Idia!!!!” You felt your orgasm approaching fast while he pounded into you relentlessly. “Haaanh~ I’m close!!” You moaned shamelessly.

“Hnnh, that’s r-right, y/n... mm, cum for me...” Idia breathed out in between his panting. With that, Idia thrusted faster until the knot that was building in your lower regions finally released. “Aaanh~!! I’m cumming, Idia, c-cumming all over your cock!!” Your face contorted into one of full bliss, eyes looking straight into his with your mouth in an o-shape. The walls around Idia’s length clenched tightly, milking him of his seed. Idia came suddenly with a groan, pumping it deep within you while riding out his high. "Fuck, y/n!!"

Idia rolled you both to your sides, his dick softening inside you. You both panted hard as you faced one another. You opened your eyes to find him with his eyes closed, blushing at the sight of your naked bodies still intertwined even after your climaxes. “We, we actually did it...” he whispered and opened his eyes. “!!!!” He made a mildly surprised noise, eyes widening and turning away.

“Eeh?! What’s wrong!?” You said, wondering if something was on your face. “N-nothing it’s just.... I’m surprised we... you.. you’re staring at me... I’m sorry, I’m still not used to people doing that...” Idia said shamefully, darting his yellow eyes to and from you periodically.

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Eek!! Why,, are you laughing at me?” Idia frowned and hid his face in the pillow. “Well.. your personality is different when you’re having sex versus not. It's interesting.” you told him, tracing a finger along his arm.

Idia blushed intensely, throwing his arms around your neck and hid his pale face in your neck. "Mmph..! I-, I like you, y/n..." he breathed into your neck. "I wouldn't be able to handle you doing this with another person so... will you be mine?" Idia pulled back to watch your face as you contemplated.

Idia's words from earlier suddenly flooded your memories. He looked insane when he confessed to his perverted actions and it evoked an uncertain emotion akin to fear. Your body felt paralyzed. But in the moment, with Idia's lightly pink tinged skin and unsure eyes, you had to admit it made your heart flutter, too. "Yes, Idia..."

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Fools Rush In: Chapter 3

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Strangers-to-lovers, age gap!AU (reader is 30, Jungkook is 23), Angst, smut, fluff

Summary: You deliver the news to Jungkook and he makes his own decision.

Warnings: None to note.

WC: 2.1K

Two weeks later, you found yourself staring blankly at the large number “25″ that was on the front door of what you had recently found out was Jungkook’s apartment.

You had come to Seoul to compete in the Korea Open so you decided to try and look Jungkook up. You had Yoongi get in touch with some of the organizers of the French Open in order to get his information and luckily, he lived in an apartment right in the city.

Even though you had made the decision to keep the baby and raise them alone if you had to, you did feel as though Jungkook deserved to at least know so that he could make his own decision. That’s why you had been standing in front of his door for the better part of 10 minutes, trying to work up the courage to knock on the damn door.

Just as you raised your hand to knock, the front door flew open, almost making your heart beat out of your chest.

“Are you the delivery woman?” A tall, broad shoulder man asked and you shook your head as you lowered your hand.

“No. I’m actually looking for Jeon Jungkook,” you replied.

“Ah, he’s inside,” the man told you. “Would you like to come in?”

“Yes, thank you,” you smiled, waiting until the man had stepped aside before you walked inside and slipped off your sandals.

“I’m Jin, Jungkook’s roommate,” Jin introduced himself as he shut the front door.

“I’m Y/N L/N,” you said.

“Wait, you play tennis right?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” you nodded.

“I though you looked familiar!” Jin exclaimed, making you laugh. “What are you doing here to see Jungkookie?”

“Uh, I’m just,-”

“Hey hyung, was that the food?” Jungkook asked as he strolled out of his bedroom, walking over to the front door before freezing in his spot when he saw you. “Y/N, hi.”

“Hi,” you smiled, lifting your hand and waving a little.

“What are you doing here?” He wondered as he paced over to you.

“I’m sorry for just popping up like this but I needed to talk to you,” you stated seriously as you looked at him and although you could tell from the raising of his brow that he was confused, he turned to look at Jin.

“Can you give us a second hyung?” Jungkook requested and Jin nodded.

“It was nice meeting you Y/N,” Jin smiled and you nodded to him before he walked away and stepped into another room next to the one that Jungkook had come out of. Once the door closed behind him, Jungkook looked at you again.

“Do you want to come sit down?” He offered, gesturing to the couch.

“Sure, thanks,” you murmured as you walked over to the couch, sitting down on the edge and Jungkook sat himself down next to you.

“So, how have you been?” He wondered. “It’s been like three months since the French Open right?”

“Yeah, and I’ve been ok,” you shrugged. “Just getting ready for the Korea Open.”

“Oh, you’re competing in that?”

“Yep.”

“You’re gonna kill it,” he smiled and you couldn’t help the way that your cheeks warmed up at the praise.

“Thanks,” you chuckled. “What about you, how have you been?”

“Good, good, can’t complain,” he said. “Just been working a lot but that’s it really.”

“Still doing photography?”

“Yeah, that’s what helps pay my half of the bills,” Jungkook laughed. “I’m sure you didn’t come here just to ask me about photography though.”

“I didn’t,” you giggled awkwardly. “So, do you remember the night of the French Open, when we spent the night together?”

“Don’t I?” He smirked. “I was a little miffed that you left without saying goodbye but I figured that the whole “drunken one night stand” thing wasn’t typical for you.”

“It’s not and I’m sorry for that, by the way,” you apologized. “I kind of panicked when I woke up.”

“I get it, don’t worry about it,” he waved his hand dismissively. “But why are you asking if I remember that night?”

“Well, um, I kind of...maybe....might’ve gotten pregnant that night,” you revealed.

“Yeah right,” he laughed loudly. “Be serious Y/N.”

“That’s the terrifying thing Jungkook, I am being serious,” you insisted. “I’m pregnant.” The smile slowly slipped off of Jungkook’s face as he realized that you weren’t joking, and you watched as he abruptly stood up from the couch and began to pace the length of the living room.

“What the fuck?” He muttered. “We used a condom.”

“It had to have broken.”

“You’re a woman that plays sports, wouldn’t you be on birth control?”

“I haven’t been in a committed relationship in two years and I don’t do the whole “one night stand” thing, remember?” You explained.

“You literally disappeared on me and had me wondering if the whole night that we spent together even fucking happened and then suddenly, you show up and tell me that you’re pregnant,” he huffed, pausing his pacing in order to look at you. “I’m just supposed to accept this?”

“I know it’s a lot to take in and it’s out of nowhere,” you began. “It only takes one time though. So yes, I am pregnant and you’re the father. I thought you deserved to know.”

“So does that mean you’re going to keep it?” He questioned and you nodded your head.

“Yes, I am.”

“I don’t think I can be a father right now Y/N,” he sighed, resuming his pacing. “I just graduated from university and I’m up to my eyeballs in fucking debt that I only just started paying back and I’m only 23! I can’t be anyone’s father at 23!”

“Look, you don’t have to be involved,” you said and he stopped in his tracks. “I only came here to tell you. I can raise the baby on my own if I have to.”

“And what, I’m left to be the big bad guy who isn’t in his own kid’s life?”

“Any decision that you make going forward is your own,” you told him. “I didn’t want you to find out somewhere else because I am going to have to go public with my pregnancy eventually, and I didn’t want to keep the baby from you if you did want to be involved. I just wanted to tell you so that you could make an informed decision, that’s all.”

Just then, a door opened and Jin walked back into the living room.

“Hey Jungkook-ah, Taehyung said that he wants to go out for dinner so I canceled takeout, that ok?” Jin asked and it took Jungkook a few seconds to focus before he looked over at his hyung.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Jungkook agreed easily.

“I should get going,” you suddenly said, getting up from the couch and reaching into your purse, pulling out a card before walking over to Jungkook and handing it to him. “This has my number and the address of where I’m staying for the next few weeks on it. Take all of the time that you need to think things through and then let me know.”

“Alright,” he replied and you gave him a small, closed mouthed smile before walking to the front door and letting yourself out.

......................................

“Y/N’s pregnant,” Jungkook confessed, two bottles of soju deep into dinner, which caused both Jin’s and Taehyung’s eyes to widen. “And I’m the father.”

“Tennis legend Y/N L/N?” Taehyung asked for confirmation and Jungkook nodded.

“That one.”

“How the hell did you hook up with her?” Jin laughed.

“Met her at the French Open, we talked for a little bit, and then went back to my hotel room,” Jungkook replied. “I woke up the next morning and she was gone so I didn’t think much of it. It was just a one night stand, you know?”

“Is that why she showed up and why you’ve had a bottle of soju in your hands since we got here?” Jin wondered and Jungkook nodded again.

“Yep.”

“Well, are you gonna be involved?” Jin asked.

“I’m not sure,” he admitted, yelping when Jin reached over and smacked the back of his head.

“What the hell do you mean, you’re not sure?” Jin scoffed. “You can’t just have a child out in the world that you don’t know.”

“Wait hyung, just because Jungkook consented to sex doesn’t mean that he consented to having a baby,” Taehyung pointed out.

“He consented to the possibility of having a baby when he didn’t protect himself and wrap his dick up,” Jin shot back.

“Actually, I did but it broke,” Jungkook muttered before taking another gulp of soju. “It’s not like I don’t want to be there though. In fact, my first instinct is to call her and tell her that I’ll be there for whatever she needs.”

“What’s stopping you then?” Taehyung questioned.

“She’s just...she’s one of the biggest athletes in the world and she’s gonna go down in history as one of the greats while I’m just a 23 kid who doesn’t even know where my life is going. She has it all together and she doesn’t really need me. Hell, she might even be better off without me.”

“It’s not about if she needs you or not though, it’s about you being there for your child,” Jin told him.

“She said that she could raise the baby alone if she had to,” Jungkook mentioned.

“Just because she can, it doesn’t mean that she should have to,” Jin stated and for some reason, that sentence stuck with Jungkook as he swallowed down the rest of the soju that was in the bottle.

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A few days after you showed up to his apartment, Jungkook couldn’t get you or the baby out of his mind. He never expected to be in this situation at only 23 years old but the more that he thought about it, he realized that he wasn’t completely...afraid of it like he first thought he was.

Sure, he somewhat freaked out when you first told him and then went into catatonic shock afterwards but the more that he thought about it, the easier it became for him to warm up to the idea.

Jungkook always wanted kids and even though the two of you weren’t married and weren’t a traditional couple by any means, he knew that you could be a good mother. You were determined, hardworking, and passionate and those were all qualities that he admired in a person. He figured that if he were going to have an unexpected baby with anyone, then why not it be you?

He was also a person that believed in fate and destiny. If he managed to get you pregnant despite the two of you using protection and you still chose the keep the baby even before knowing if Jungkook was going to be involved or not, it all had to be a part of some larger plan that neither of you were privy to.

In the end, that was the thought that he decided to put trust in and that led to him finding the card that you had given him, dialing your number.

“Hello?” You answered a little breathlessly.

“Y/N, it’s Jungkook,” he said. “Did I call at a bad time?”

“Not at all, I was hitting the ball around with my coach,” you chuckled. “That’s why I’m out of breath.”

“Ah ok,” he nodded. “Well, I just wanted to call you because I’ve been thinking a lot about you and the baby, and I’ve decided that I want to be involved in their life.”

“Really?” You gasped softly.

“Yeah. I mean, I can’t just let you raise them by yourself when you didn’t create them by yourself,” he sighed.

“I don’t want you to feel forced though, Jungkook,” you explained. “I know that this is a weird situation but I don’t want you to resent me or worse, the baby. I meant it when I said that I can do this own my own if need be.”

“Just because you can do it on your own, doesn’t mean that you should,” Jungkook pointed out, echoing what Jin had told him and you just smiled softly to yourself. “You’re gonna have to be patient with me though, because I don’t have the slightest idea of how this whole parenting thing goes.”

“That makes two of us,” you giggled. “But we’ll figure it out together, ok?”

“Alright,” he agreed.

“I have my first doctor’s appointment in three days, on Thursday and you are welcome to come if you want,” you offered.

“You haven’t had a doctor’s appointment yet?”

“I couldn’t get one in the States before I had to leave to come here for the Open so I just figured that I’d wait,” you told him.

“Oh ok. Well, yeah,” he replied. “I’d love to come.”

“Cool. I’ll text you the details, ok?”

“Ok. Bye Y/N,” he said.

“Bye Jungkook,” you smiled before hanging up the phone. As Jungkook pulled his phone away from his ear, he couldn’t help but to feel oddly at ease about the whole situation. He felt deep down that everything would be ok, and he just hoped that it actually turned out that way as well.

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