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wandamaximoffsbadgirl · 1 month

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Calling On You

Wanda Maximoff × Natasha Romanoff x fem!Avenger!reader

Summary: When your ex Natasha calls up needing your help, you come to her rescue like you always have.

Word count: 3.8K

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, anxiety/panic attacks, hurt and comfort, thigh riding, N calls R Mistress, R fingers N

A/N: I love this little piece. Also should mention this is hurt/comfort and smutty with a happy ending!

“Hey I know we haven't talked since we broke up, but I'm having a breakdown and I didn't know who else to call…” Nat talked into the phone, the answering machine. “I-” Nat was cut off by the answering machine beeping as she hung up, “I need you…”

Nat wasn't okay when her head got like this. When everything was quiet except for her thoughts that were overwhelmingly loud about how terrible she was for everything she had done over the years. All the red in her ledger was overwhelming. Natasha Romanoff is not a good person no matter how many good things she had done.

Natasha too wrapped up in her overwhelming thoughts didn't hear you come in as you ran up to her, dropping your bag and cupping the former assassin's cheeks.

Clearly in the middle of a major depressive episode, her eyes searching yours trying to figure out if you were in fact real.

“...you came…” Natasha whispered.

“You called.” It was a simple response, but one that resonated with Natasha as you pulled back slightly, opening up your arms for her to come crashing into. “I've got you Tasha. I'm not going to let anyone or anything hurt you, including yourself.” Natasha started crying, heaving sobs as she tried to breath properly. “Shhhh it's okay. I'm here. Can you tell me 5 things you can see?” Natasha still sobbing looked around.

“My bookshelf, my TV, your bag, my peanut butter sandwich, you.”

“4 things you can touch?”

“The floor, my shirt, the curtains, you.”

“3 things you can hear?”

“The cars outside, the neighbors TV, your breathing.”

“Two things you can smell?”

“My peanut butter sandwich, your perfume.” Natasha was nervous. The last one you were about to ask Natasha had only ever had one response and you could tell she wasn't sure if it would be okay now.

“One thing you can taste?” Natasha let her eyes flick between your eyes and your lips. You cupped her cheek letting your thumb pad rub her cheek.

“Y-you?” Natasha questioned, but to you it wasn't; it never would be. You leaned in and kissed your ex softly, your strawberry lip gloss getting transferred onto her own dry and cracked lips. You pulled away, leaning your forehead against Natasha's.

“Feel better?” You ask and Tasha nods. “Good now I know exactly what you need.” You stood up, helping Natasha up and putting her back in front of her peanut butter sandwich. “Eat please. I'm going to get everything together.” You kissed her temple before disappearing into the other room.

Tasha did as told and ate. She heard you shuffling around and then the scent hit her, popcorn, a smile spread on her face. Suddenly she knew what you were doing, a movie night.

The two of you were on the couch watching spy movies, Natasha’s favorites as she recited them word for word during her favorite parts which you always loved to hear. A smile on your lips as you watched her intently. Natasha knew you were watching her, of course she did. She's a trained assassin and spy, but having your eyes on her was always her favorite.

You don’t remember when it happened exactly, but Natasha was now laying on top of you with a blanket covering the two of you on her couch. John Wick forgotten in the background as your eyes closed along with her, running your fingers through her red and blonde locks.

When the two of you broke up her hair was short and dyed blonde for a new identity she had taken on. One you couldn’t be a part of, that was now two years ago.

Natasha never decided to cut or re-dye the blonde, but if you were being honest this was one of your favorite looks that the spy has pulled off.

Natasha ends up falling asleep on you and slowly you move until she’s grumbling, straddling your lap as you smile, “Shhhh milaya devushka.” (sweet girl) you coo as she settles into your body, fitting perfectly like she always did, face buried in your neck. You hook your arms under her thighs, picking her up easily thanks to your super-human strength.

Flashback

The first time you picked up Natasha she was surprised because you're smaller than her, much smaller. It was something that took her off guard when in the middle of a mission and you guys were ambushed, bullets flying you rushed to her side when one pierced her, picking her up without a second thought, holding her bridal style and yelling over the coms, “Natasha’s been hit, I’m getting her to safety!” Steve gave a quick reply that he could handle things.

You hadn’t been with the group long at that point and at that point besides Fury and Tony no one knew the full extent of your powers. You had told the group of having a stockpile power. The more you got hit the more you could dish back out, but you also had super strength, a speed boost, and super durability along with advanced healing.

“H-how are you doing this!?” Natasha asked as you ran quickly, dodging bullets and knocking out enemies along the way.

“I have super strength, speed, durability, and healing. Can we discuss this after I’ve gotten you to a safe place?” You ask, getting her in the passenger seat of a car, getting yourself into the driver's seat and peeling off.

“Fury. Agent Romanoff has been hit. En route to S.H.I.E.L.D’s hospital.”

“Is Cap and Falcon holding it down?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Update me in an hour.”

You did just that as you sat next to Natasha, they pulled the bullet out and stitched her up. “Tasha, you have to be more careful...” you spoke somberly.

“I do what needs to get done for the mission.” She replies.

“Don’t do that with me Tasha. Don’t go cold.”

“You know I’m not trying to be cold, but this is who I am. On missions I only think about that.” Natasha defends herself.

“Tasha...I love you so can you at least try?” The words catch her off guard so much so that she can’t even form words. You put your hand behind her neck leaning your foreheads together. “Please for me Tasha.” you whisper.

“O-okay...” You let your lips brush hers, waiting for her to reciprocate and when she does you melt into the kiss, into her.

End Flashback

You watched Natasha for a few moments, breathing evened out, lips slightly parted. Your attention is pulled away as your phone vibrates in your pocket, it's your girlfriend. You slip back out to the living room trying not to disturb her, but Natasha is a light sleeper.

"Hey, Wands. Sorry I rushed out the door earlier," You apologized, trying to keep your voice low.

"Where did you run off to?" Wanda inquired, her concern evident in her tone.

"Tasha called me," You admitted, knowing that honesty was the foundation of your relationship.

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Wanda spoke again. "She hasn't called you since you two broke up. What happened?"

You sighed, explaining the situation to Wanda. "She was having a really bad night. She needed some grounding."

"Will you be coming home tonight?" Wanda asked, her concern shifting to the practicalities of our shared life.

"I don't think so," You replied honestly.

It was quiet for a moment before you decided to be completely transparent. "Wands, I'm going to be honest with you. Natasha and I kissed. It was always a part of grounding her back, and you should know that because I'd never lie to you."

Wanda absorbed the information, and after a thoughtful pause, she asked, "Do you think anything else is going to happen?"

"I don't think so. She's sleeping now. We just had a movie night, watched her spy movies, a little bit of cuddling, but she was tired from her panic attack," you explained.

"Well, if anything does, you have permission," Wanda granted, her trust in our relationship evident.

"You're so cute, Wands. I know you'd want to be here for that," you teased, feeling the warmth of your connection even through the phone.

"S-shut up, Y/N/N. Just enjoy the rest of your night. I'm gonna see what Carol and Val are up to tonight," Wanda chuckled.

"Okay, pretty girl. You have fun too, okay?" You told her.

"Of course. Whatever I end up doing is going to be fun. I love you, Detka," Wanda declared affectionately.

"I love you too, querida,(dear)" you replied before hanging up.

With a Gatorade in hand, you made your way back to Natasha's room, choosing an old shirt of hers from the closet. The shirt was large on you, but you loved the comfort it brought. Opting to go without pants, you crawled into bed, wrapping your arms around Natasha.

She stirred, her eyes meeting your own in the dim light. "I thought you were asleep, meu amor," you whispered, pushing some hair out of her face and cupping her cheek.

You saw a shiver run through her, and a smile played on your lips as you settled in for the night, grateful for the warmth and connection that surrounded the two of you.

"You're still here..." Tasha whispered, barely audible.

"Yeah, of course. Wanda called because of how quickly I left the house earlier. She's going to go have some fun with Carol and Val," you explained softly, brushing a strand of hair away from Natasha's face.

Her emerald eyes searched yours, a hint of vulnerability lurking behind their depths. "What about you?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you tightened your hold around her, drawing her closer to you. "I am going to stay right here," you replied, your voice low and reassuring. "And take care of you. Whatever that entails."

You felt her body relax against your own, her warmth seeping into your skin as she nestled closer. But you needed to hear it from her, to know that she wanted this as much as you did.

"So tell me, using those big girl words of yours, what is it you want out of this?" You asked, your voice deepening with desire. You knew the effect your voice had on her. It was a connection that transcended any physical touch, an enchantment that bound the two of you together in a dance of desire and longing.

"What can we do?" Natasha ask. A mischievous grin played on your lips as I watched Natasha's reaction, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at your teasing words.

"Anything, sweetie," You reiterated, your voice low and suggestive. "When I say Wanda's going out with them, I mean it in the dirtiest way that little brain of yours can imagine. Go on, imagine it. I love thinking about it."

You leaned in closer, your breath brushing against her skin as you whispered into her ear, relishing in the way her body squirmed against yours in response to your words. The anticipation crackled between the two of you, igniting a fire that burned with desire and longing.

Natasha's eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and arousal, her mind undoubtedly conjuring up all sorts of illicit fantasies. And as her blush deepened and her breath quickened, you knew that whatever you two decided to do next would be nothing short of exhilarating.

"You wanna know something?" You continued, relishing in the way her body responded to your touch. She nodded eagerly, her lips still caught between her teeth.

"There have been times where Wanda's gone off with Carol and them fucking?" You murmured, watching her reaction with a predatory gleam in your eyes. "It's like two universes clashing, their powers coming undone from each other. It's such a beautiful sight. Val and I love watching them collide like two stars."

As you spoke, Natasha's hips began to move against your leg, seeking friction and release. You smirked, feeling a surge of arousal coursing through you as you continued to explore her body with your hands, each touch reigniting the passion that had always simmered between you two.

"That's a good girl," you whispered, encouraging her to let her fantasies run wild. "Keep thinking about it."

With a hunger that bordered on desperation, you surrendered to the heat of the moment, losing yourself in the sensation of her body against your own. It felt as though no time had passed since you last shared this intimacy, your connection burning brighter than ever before. And as your desires collided like celestial bodies in the night sky, you knew that this moment would be etched into your memory forever.

The intoxicating sounds of pleasure that escaped Natasha's lips only fueled your desire further, igniting a primal hunger within you that demanded to be sated. The knowledge that you had the infamous Black Widow submitting to you, surrendering herself completely, filled you with a sense of power unlike anything else.

With a firm grip on her hip, you let your nails dig into her skin, relishing in the way she responded with a soft mewl of pleasure. "Keep moving your hips, baby," you encouraged, guiding her movements against your leg. "Just like that. I can feel you all over me. Is that from thinking about Wanda and Carol?" you teased, your smirk evident in your voice.

Natasha's breath hitched as she struggled to form a coherent response, her body moving against yours in a rhythm that spoke volumes. But you wouldn't let her off that easily.

"That's not a proper response, sweetie," you chided lightly, your grip on her hip tightening slightly. "What's my name?"

Her hesitation was palpable, but her body continued to move against yours until you intervened, halting her movements with a firm grip. "Answer me," you demanded, your voice laced with authority. "Otherwise, I can leave you like this."

Her eyes snapped open, pupils dilated with desire and anticipation. "Yes, Mistress," she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

A smirk played on your lips as you leaned in, brushing your lips against hers in a feather-light kiss. "Good girl," you whispered against her lips before claiming her mouth in a passionate kiss, your bodies moving together in perfect synchrony.

The sensation of Natasha's body writhing beneath you, her soft moans and desperate pleas echoing in the air, fueled the fire burning within you. With a wicked smile, you continued to dig your nails into her skin, guiding her hips as she rolled against you, her arousal evident in the slickness between her thighs.

"Mmmm, Mistress...need..." she murmured, her voice laced with desire as she surrendered herself to the depths of subspace.

"What do you need, baby girl?" You whispered against her neck, your lips trailing kisses along her skin as you savored the taste of her.

"Need you. Inside. Please, Mistress!" Natasha begged, her desperation palpable as she sought release from the tormenting pleasure that coursed through her veins.

Her words sent a surge of arousal coursing through you, your desire for her growing with each passing moment. With a predatory gleam in your eyes, you withdrew your fingers from her hips and slid them past the waistband of her shorts, reveling in the feeling of her wetness coating your skin.

"Gods, you're soaked, krasivaya devushka,(pretty girl)" you whispered, your voice husky with desire as you teased her folds with feather-light touches. "Tell me, what made you like this?"

Natasha's breath hitched as your fingers danced along her sensitive flesh, eliciting a chorus of gasps and moans from her lips. "Th-thinking about... ah... Wands... and Captain..." she managed to stutter out, her words punctuated by soft gasps of pleasure.

"Good girl," you murmured, your voice thick with lust as you continued to tease her, your fingers delving deeper and deeper until she was on the brink of ecstasy. "Keep thinking about it while I stick my fingers in and make you see stars."

With that, you plunged your fingers inside her, setting off a chain reaction of pleasure that sent her spiraling into the depths of bliss. And as she cried out in ecstasy, her body trembling against yours, you knew that this was just the beginning of a night filled with passion and desire.

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As you scrambled to cover yourselves at the sound of the front door opening, Wanda walked into Natasha's bedroom with three coffees in hand, a smirk playing on her lips at the sight of us.

"Good morning. Did you two sleep well? Because I was kept up all night," Wanda teased, unfazed by your half-naked state.

She leaned in to give you a kiss, and you couldn't help but chuckle at her comment. "Did you even brush your teeth, you heathen? I can still taste her on you!" You called her out, earning a smirk in response.

"I know you love her taste," Wanda retorted playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Turning to Natasha, you asked if she had any spare toothbrushes, and she directed you to the medicine cabinet. You grabbed the coffees from Wanda, urging her to leave with a playful swat to her backside.

"Go. Now," You commanded, smirking as she yelped in surprise.

"Aww, still sore?" You teased, giving her ass another playful smack before pushing her forward. You could tell that despite her attempts to hide it, Wanda was finding it difficult to walk normally after her own night of passion.

As Wanda made her way out of the bedroom, you turned back to Natasha, a smile playing on your lips as you realized just how lucky you were to have both of these incredible women in your life.

"Do you deal with that everyday?" Natasha asks seeing how cheerful Wanda was in the morning and knowing full well you was never a morning person.

"Yeah, I deal with that every day," You replied to Natasha's question, observing Wanda's cheerful demeanor in the morning. "But I can tell she had a good time, so it's worth it."

Taking a sip of your lavender oat milk latte, you let out a content hum. "And when she comes home with coffee and breakfast from my favorite place, how can I be upset in the morning?"

Natasha took a sip from her coffee, realizing it was her go-to order. "Did you tell her...?" she asked, curiosity evident in her tone.

"Actually, I told her once, two years ago," You explained, recalling the incident. "I was getting us drinks and accidentally ordered yours out of habit for Wanda, and ended up with an extra drink."

"And she remembered?" Natasha inquired, surprised by Wanda's attention to detail.

"I guess so. It's never been brought up again," you replied with a shrug, impressed by Wanda's ability to remember such small details.

As you finished your conversation about Wanda's thoughtfulness, she made her way back into the bedroom, joining you two on the bed with breakfast in hand.

"I do have breakfast if either of you are up for it," she offered, looking between the two of you with a smile.

"Thank you, babe. You're always so attentive," you praised, watching as Wanda did a cute little wiggle, scrunching up her nose in response. I could see the smile it brought to Natasha's face, and my heart swelled with love for both of them.

"Is this what it would be like? This easy?" Natasha spoke quietly, grabbing a piece of turkey bacon.

"What do you mean, meu amor?" You asked, taking a bite of your bagel.

"This. Us. All three of us. This just feels so easy, like falling into a comfortable bed or couch after a long day," Natasha explained, her words carrying a hint of wonder.

You looked at Wanda and smiled, tilting your head, silently encouraging her to share her thoughts.

'Go on,' you spoke to Wanda telepathically.

"Natasha, this can be whatever you want," Wanda began, her voice soothing and reassuring. "Y/N and I are together, but we would both love to have you join us. If you want that. But you can always just be with Y/N, or you don't even have to define it as a relationship. You can just come and go as you please, and we'll always be willing to let you join in our fun, whether that be one or both of us."

Wanda's words held a comforting warmth, a sense of safety that enveloped Natasha like a protective embrace. Her ability to convey reassurance was remarkable, and you could see the impact it had on Natasha, who seemed to be considering the possibilities laid out before her.

As Wanda spoke, her words filled the room with a mix of vulnerability and sincerity. Your heart swelled with emotion as she confessed her feelings for both Natasha and you, recounting the cherished memories you shared during our movie nights and bonding moments.

"But what I'm trying to say, really, is through the little moments the three of us used to share, I ended up falling for both of you," Wanda continued, her accent thickening with emotion. You couldn't help but feel a lump form in your throat as she spoke.

"When Y/N told me about why you two broke up and how she still had feelings, I ended up spilling my own to her about you as well," Wanda confessed, tears prickling the corners of her eyes. "We talked it over for a long time and decided you would be the only actual fit to keep in our dynamic because we already had it before."

As Natasha set down her breakfast, wiping her hands on the sweatpants the two of you had managed to grab for her, her expression was a mix of surprise and tentative hope.

"I... I would... I'd like that... the three of us again," Natasha managed to say, her voice filled with emotion.

Without hesitation, Wanda and you both moved to entangle yourselves with Natasha, enveloping her in a tight embrace. In that moment, it felt as though the weight of the world had been lifted from your shoulders, and you knew that together, the three of you could navigate whatever challenges lay ahead.

"Eu amo vocês dois,(I love you both)" you mumbled against Natasha's shoulder, feeling the weight of your shared love in the air.

"Я тоже тебя люблю,(I love you too)" both Natasha and Wanda responded simultaneously, their voices filled with affection and warmth.

"I already have both of you conditioned so well. My good little baby," you remarked with a playful smirk, cupping Natasha's cheek tenderly before turning to Wanda and doing the same. "And my good little pet."

You leaned in to kiss Wanda's lips first, savoring the softness and warmth before turning to Natasha and pressing your lips against hers. In that moment, surrounded by the love of these two incredible women, you felt a sense of completeness wash over your body.

"My two beautiful girls. Mine, all mine," you whispered, sealing your bond with a promise of love and devotion. And as you embraced each other, you knew that together, the three of you were unstoppable.

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xcaptain-winterx · 1 year

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Requests are open you say? How about Steve Rogers having a huge crush on the new recruit (reader) and being very awkward in trying to pursue her

Be a man

Steve Rogers x reader

summary: above

warnings: fluff, awkwardness, shy Steve, cum

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.

Part 2

Main Masterlist Steve Rogers Masterlist

Steven Grant Rogers also known as the hero Captain America. Fought against Hydra and their leader Red Skull, his brainwashed best friend, Ultron, his own team and even Thanos. You would think that Americas golden boy is unstoppable, that nothing can stop him.

You’re wrong.

See, Steve has years of experience in fighting due to the fact that he’s over a hundred years old and fought in World War Two. The only thing he doesn’t know about, or to be more specific, doesn’t have any experience with, is the opposite sex. Steve has never been on a date or had a real first kiss. Ok, yeah, he kissed Peggy and Natasha once, but that meant nothing. God, he’s still a virgin.

To sum it up, Steve is an awkward bean around women. He doesn’t always show it obviously, but ask him something not work related with a flirty smile, and he starts to sweats like a polar bear in the desert.

Steve always thought that he was going to be able to talk to ‘the girl’ once he saw her, that he will have no problem to communicate with her.

He thought wrong.

Steve is in the training room, punching the punching bag until it falls off again. He was supposed to be training with Sam, but he hasn’t shown up. So far, Sam always showed up or at least texted him if something came in between and he couldn’t make it. Steve stops hitting the punching bag and goes over to the bench where his phone is laying. He picks it up and swipes it open, seeing that he didn’t receive any text message from Sam.

It’s not normal for Sam to be late, so Steve decides that he’s going to look for Sam. He puts his phone in his pocket and walks out of the gym, in the direction of the living area.

As he walks down the hallway Bucky crosses his path, “Hey pal, have you seen Sam”, Steve asks.

“No, but I can imagine he’s talking to the new recruits, telling them something about teamwork makes the dream work, or some other shit”, Bucky says, mimicking Sam’s voice.

Steve’s brows furrow; what new recruits? Steve heard nothing about new recruits. “I don’t know anything about new recruits?”

“Transferred from a SHIELD base in Germany, I think. Sam will probably force us to introduce us to them”, Bucky says. Steve knows that it’s hard for Bucky to talk or communicate with new and many people at once, but he knows that he’s trying his best. Since he began going to therapy, his old self made more and more of an appearance, and Bucky feels a lot better in general even though it’s hard sometimes. He’s proud of Bucky. He’s trying his best.

“Better we do it now than later. Come on, Buck”, Steve says, patting his shoulder, and pulling him with him.

Bucky lets out a chuckle, “Ok”.

Both super soldiers walk towards the meeting rooms, thinking they might be there when Bucky suddenly stops walking. Steve looks at Bucky, silently questioning why he stopped. Bucky reads Steve’s facial expression before pointing towards the end of the hallway, “found him”.

Steve follows Buckys finger and sees Sam. Sam is not alone, he’s with a woman. A beautiful woman. A goddess.

Bucky sees Steve’s face heating up. “You good, pal?” he asks with a teasing voice. Steve doesn’t answer him, to lost in the woman’s beauty next to Sam. Bucky snaps his fingers in front of Steve’s face, trying to get him back to reality, but it doesn’t work.

Lost in thoughts, or to be more specific the woman, Steve doesn’t see how Sam noticed them too, and is calling them over.

“Steve!”

Steve comes back to reality when Sam calls him for the third time. Bucky laughs at Steve’s confused puppy stare, looking like he just woke up from a coma without any knowledge of what happened before. It gets worse as they see how Sam and the woman are now walking towards them. Bucky feels Steve panicking next to him. “Hey Steve, calm down, ok?” Bucky whispers to him.

“Mhm”, Steve answers, not being able to form any words. Sam and the Woman getting closer and closer to them.

“Remember, we just introduce ourselves” Bucky tries to calm him down, his own anxiety leaving and instead focusing on helping his friend, “You can do this. Just remember to think and talk at the same time, and don’t just stare at her”. If his friend wasn’t looking like a dead fish Bucky would’ve really enjoyed this moment. Him helping his friend talk to a woman like he did back in the 40s, but nothing about Steve’s current problem is funny. Well, maybe the fact that he for real looks like a dead fish.

“Ok” Steve says.

“Ok”

“You can do this, Steve”

“Ok”

And the woman gets closer and closer.

Steve begins to murmur what he wants to say, making Bucky look nervously at him.

The woman and Sam are now almost completely by them as Steve suddenly says, “I need to finish the mission report”, before sprinting the other direction.

“Hey, why did Steve-“ Sam can’t finish because Bucky is already sprinting after Steve, leaving him and the woman utterly confused. “BUCKY!”

Sam puts his hands on his hips, “normally they are not like this, ok? They probably just remembered to take their anti-aging cream”. He turns to you, “Super soldiers, you know”.

You smile as Sam claps your shoulders and says, “how about I show you the training room?”. You nod, letting him lead you to the training room.

Meanwhile, Steve is sprinting towards his room, looking like a gazelle who’s running away from a predator. Steve thought he could talk to her, but no.

Once he reaches his room, he locks the door, and then just stands there, staring at the locked door; what just happened? He begins to hyperventilate like how his pre serum self did when he had an asthma attack. The room feels like it’s shrinking. Steve feels small and scared. Just the sight of the woman made him with a snap of a finger feel like his weak 40s self before the serum. Back when no one liked him.

While Steve is having a panic attack, Bucky is running towards Steve’s room. Bucky started running after him some seconds after he sprinted away, and normally Bucky would’ve caught up to him, but Steve’s panic and the super soldier serum made it a bit difficult. Luckily, Bucky knows Steve like no one else and knows that he’s hiding in his room.

“Steve?” Bucky asks, knocking on the door. “You good, pal? Can I come in?”. He waits, but no answer comes, so he tries opening the door but it’s locked.

Bucky sighs, “Steve, let me in”.

On the other side, Steve is debating if he should let his best friend in. His debating goes too long for Bucky though because the next thing Steve hears is Bucky saying ‘Friday unlock the door’, and the door opens.

Bucky walks in, seeing a teared eyed Steve who’s breathing fast and heavy. Bucky strikes over to him and pulls him slowly down to the floor, sitting face to face with each other. He takes his hand and puts it on his heart, “Steve, hey. Focus on me. Focus on my heartbeat. You feel mine?” Bucky says, putting his other hand on Steve’s heart, feeling how his heart is still beating fast. “Steve, focus on my heartbeat”.

Steve looks at his friend and tries to focus on his heart. He closes his eyes, only trying to listen to Bucky’s heartbeat. “Yeah, I feel it”.

Bucky gives him a smile, “ok, good”.

They sit in silent for a few minutes, Steve’s heart beating now slower and his breaths coming out normally.

Bucky waits until Steve’s heartbeat is fully back to normal before asking “better?”.

Steve nods, “I didn’t think we would have had to use that method on me”, he says chuckling.

This calming method showed Bucky’s therapist, Steve. She told him that it would help Bucky calm down when he’s having a panic attack, and it did in fact help. The night after she explained it to him, Bucky woke up from a nightmare and started to panic. Steve’s room is right next to him, so he heard his friend’s panic. He tried the method that night and it worked perfectly. It took some while until Bucky calmed down, but it was way faster than without the method, and Bucky was able to fall asleep again after.

To other people, this method may look a bit weird, but it calms his best friend down, so who cares? It’s also no surprise that Steve is the only one allowed to do this method. Sam once tried it and Bucky punched him in his face when he put his hand on his chest. Sam left the room angrily and annoyed with a broken bloody nose. Bucky punched him with his metal arm. He thought Sam was in danger that second and in a state of danger he uses his metal arm. Bucky apologized to Sam though, and he truly felt bad and sorry. Sam instantly forgave him though, he knows it wasn’t his intention.

At least not in that situation.

Bucky even ‘baked’ Sam some brownies. Well, more like bought some Brownies and said he baked them. Sam knew he didn’t, but said nothing and just enjoyed eating some good, tasteless brownies with a smile on his face.

“Well, we didn’t think you would ever run away from a girl”.

Steve sighs, “Yeah. Back then, they would run away from me. Now it’s me running away”

“Why did you?”

Steve shakes his head. “I don’t know. I got scared I guess?”.

When Steve looks at Bucky again, he comes to face with a blank stare. It kinda reminds him of Bucky’s winter soldier stare. If they weren’t having an emotional and serious conversation, Steve would’ve been actually concerned that something happened that made Bucky go into Winter Soldier mindset.

Bucky scares Steve when he suddenly jumps up, “You know what” he pulls Steve up, almost making him fall over “You will have that girl”.

“Huh?” he asks, confused.

“Or just someone”.

He doesn’t like the thought of Bucky helping him. Bucky was a true player back then, a gentleman, but a player.

“I help you talk to women. I can do that. I did that a hundred years ago” he stops when he realizes “fucking hell, that’s a long time ago”.

Steve scowls, “Language, Buck”.

“Sorry”.

“I get that you’re trying to help me, and I appreciate that” Steve takes a deep breath before continuing, “but I can’t”

“Why?” Bucky asks crossing his arms, standing like an angry parent.

“I just can’t, ok? Also, colleges are not allowed to be in a romantic relationship”.

“Then look for someone else. There’s this woman named Leah. She works at my favorite sushi place and I heard-“

“I don’t want someone else!”

Bucky raises an eyebrow, a teasing grin on his face. “Ohhhh, so you want her. Ok, Steven. I see you”. He winks at Steve as he groans.

“I didn’t say that. I just-ugh, I like her, but-there’s not gonna be anything between us” he tries to give his best friend a reassuring smile, but knowingly fails. “You can ask Leah out”, Steve tries changing the topic.

“No, she’s not my type”.

Bucky knows that Steve won’t stop having a crush on the new recruit. It took Steve a hundred years to get over Peggy. He was still in love with her even after being unfrozen. Now imagine he’s thinking about the new recruit until he dies. Bucky doesn’t want that. God, he was honestly happy when Peggy passed. That woman was like a snake slithering her way into his friends heart only to poison it. He didn’t like her from the second she interrupted Steve and his conversation. Dumb Bitch.

He wants his friend to be happy. He wants to be an uncle. He hopes Steve will get himself together and talk to her.

“Ok. Whatever you say”, Bucky says, patting him on his shoulder. They continue talking, but this time about what movie they are going to watch for their ‘we need to learn about cinematic history’ movie night. While talking, Bucky’s mind continues to wander back to their original conversation, and about the fact that Steve doesn’t want some dating teaching from him. In all honesty, he’s slightly hurt by that.

He could still help him somehow, though.

It’s been a week now since he saw the new recruit and he’s been trying to avoid any situation that could lead to him seeing her. Steve knows it sounds silly, but he’s scared of her. Scared of seeing her. Scared of her seeing him. He hasn’t been training for a week. Steve knows the chances are high that she will be there. The only sort of trying he did this week was going for a run. Alone.

Sam noticed a change in Steve. Everybody did. Steve was never a huge extrovert and now he’s such an introvert. He doesn’t even eat with them anymore because she could be there, or just walk past them eating.

Today he needs to be brave, though. Bucky asked him to train together because he’s the only good match for him. Bucky told him that winning against Sam slowly starts to get boring, and that Steve needs to train again. Cardio is good, but Steve needs to do more.

After trying to convince Bucky that they can also train outside or anywhere else than the training room, he knew from Bucky’s reaction that it’s not gonna happen. So now he’s on his way to meet Bucky in the training room.

To say Steve is nervous is an understatement, he’s almost shitting his pants.

Bucky assured him they would have the room for themselves and Steve just hopes that that’s true.

Steve walks into the gym and surprisingly sees no one. No Bucky. Steve was already late because he was nervous, so it confuses him why Bucky isn’t here. He looks at the clock on the wall and sees that he’s sixteen minutes late, meaning Bucky is to late too.

“Maybe he’s still asleep”, Steve tells himself. Technically, he would be happy that Bucky is able to sleep, but it’s the first time since a week that he’s training and last time, Sam already didn’t come.

He is just about to go to Bucky’s room when he hears a soft voice.

“Well, it’s only seven in the morning”.

Steve turns around and freezes.

It’s the woman

Oh, no no no no no

“Every normal person would be asleep at this time”.

Steve is unable to speak, he’s just staring at her. Not even blinking, just staring.

She looks at him with a smile, waiting for an answer, or just something.

When Steve realizes that she’s waiting for an answer, he clears his throat. “Yeah, uhm-I uh, I mean he likes to sleep-uh- he can’t sleep that much and-uhm yeah. He normally only uhm-sleeps with me- Wait not like that-uh I mean, he just likes to sleep with me-no. He uhm, he sleeps better with-me-uhm because I’m a good sleep partner- no, I just-uhm. IM NOT GAY”.

Steve looks at her with wide eyes. He knows he just made a fool of himself, so he tries to save himself.

Tries.

“There’s obviously nothing wrong with liking-uhm men, but I’m not like that. Yeah, uhm I hate men- wait not hate men, I like them, but platonic like ha ha. I like woman. But I’m not a relationship-I uhm”, he doesn’t want to look like he is desperate for a relationship. She could think that he’s trying to ‘hit on her’. He believes that what it’s called, but you can never trust Tony. “I’m not into relationship- uhm, the romantic, uh, kind-just the other kind”

Now she looks at him with wide eyes. The only other non-relationship kind she can think of is the sexual one. She can’t believe that Captain Rogers, the golden boy, is such a man. The worst part is that Steve doesn’t understand what he just said and instead looks at her with a nervous smile. Poor boy thought it sounded more like normal relationship, platonic kind. It didn’t, though.

“You do you, I guess” she says, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. She didn’t think her first time meeting Captain America would be like this.

Steve sees that she’s not comfortable or at least confused by what he’s saying. Maybe she doesn’t like his answer.

So he continues to try to fix this conversation.

“I uhm I would like a relationship-with someone-uh I want to-“ he can’t say dancing, that sounds boring. He needs to come up with something that everyone does these days. Something that she would probably like “do Netflix and chill”.

Steve needs to get better at telling when he can trust Tony and when not.

“Oh, uhm” she doesn’t know what to say “that’s nice I guess”.

Right now, Steve would rather fight against HYDRA than talk to her. He can feel how he’s sweating. And if that already isn’t bad enough, he starts to really look at her. Oh boy.

She’s wearing tight black leggings with a matching black sport bra. She must’ve been already training for a while because he sees some drops of sweat on her chest area, running to her cleavage. Steve is directly looking at her cleavage, not taking his eyes off it.

He doesn’t notice that he’s looking at it, well, that he’s so obviously looking at it.

She puts her left hand on her right shoulder, acting like she’s massaging it, and not like she’s trying to cover her chest.

Steve’s eyes move to hers, and it only takes three seconds until realization hits him.

“Shit!” he screams, making her jump “oh, I’m sorry I didn’t want to scare you-I uhm, and I didn’t want to stare at your you know-chest. Not because they are not pretty, they are-NO Uhmmm, they uh. It’s just”.

Steve stops talking when the door opens and Bucky walks in with a smile on his face “Language, Steve. Good morning you two”. At least someone is having one.

“Morning”, she says, smiling at his best friend before walking away to lift some weight. Deep down they are both happy that Bucky saved them from the awkward situation, though, Steve is also sad because he wanted to talk to her, to have a chance, but he failed.

Bucky smiles after her, then turns to Steve. “Hey Steve, how are you?”

“You knew, didn’t you” Steve almost spats, his voice echoing throughout the training room. He turns around and sees how she is looking at them.

He quickly turns back around, facing Bucky, who just gives him an innocent smile. “What do you mean Steve?”. Bucky knows that Steve can’t say anything about that, due to the fact that she can hear everything they are saying.

Steve glares at him, grinding his teeth. “That you would be late”, he lies.

“Yeah”.

Steve wants to scream, but he can’t “why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, his veins showing.

“I texted you, Punk”, Bucky says as he walks over to get a punching bag.

Steve frowns; Bucky didn’t text him. He pulls out his phone.

Love❤️‍🔥- I’ll be a bit late

Send one minute ago

Steve cringes as he sees the name Tony and Sam saved Bucky on his phone. He would rather want Punk with that heart. Platonic style. He doesn’t know how to change it, though.

“Didn’t you see my message?” Bucky gives him a fake questioning expression. A teasing one.

“I must have missed it”, Steve says in a monotone voice “I mean it says you send it a minute ago. Bucky”.

“Oh, you know. The signal is quite bad here”

Steve closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Yeah, Bucky. You would’ve thought that Tony would’ve already handled it”.

Bucky snickers “Yeah”.

“Yeah”.

Bucky walks with the bag over his shoulder towards a hook to hang the bag on. He turns to look at Steve, a grin on his face when his eyes move to look behind Steve.

“Hey, how about you help her, Steve~”, Bucky says loudly.

Steve follows his eyes and sees how the recruit is struggling with moving some weights out of her way, so she can put the bench there to do some bench presses.

She looks at them and gives them a shy smile. “That would be kinda nice”.

Steve looks back at Bucky, panic in his eyes. Bucky gives him a big smile that says ‘yes’.

It’s time, it’s time to shine, Steve. He can do that, he can easily lift that.

‘Ok, Steve. Pull your ass cheeks together and help her’ he thinks to himself as he walks towards her. He stops in front of her, getting lost in her eyes for a second. This time he snaps back quickly though and moves the weights away.

“Thank you, Captain Rogers”, she says, his back still towards her.

“Mhm” he can’t bring out a single word. Instead of turning back to her, he sorts the weights, so she doesn’t see him blushing. “You-You’re welcome”.

He hears her getting on the bench and takes that as his cue to leave.

“Hey, Steve!”

Please, don’t Bucky.

“You should help her. Stay behind her to make sure that her arms don’t give in”

Steve doesn’t turn around this time. He can hear how she doesn’t lift any weight, meaning she is looking at them.

“Yeah, I uhm would, but- mission reports. I need to finish the mission report”, Steve lies “important stuff you know. Not like helping her isn’t important, but yeah. Avenger stuff is important….”.

It’s that second that Bucky realizes that Steve is the worst person in admitting his crush he ever met. The best friend he is, he needs to help him. “Oh, I already did them for you”.

Great, now Steve’s lie is a lie. Thank you, Bucky.

“No, I don’t think you did”, he tries to save himself “They were on my desk this morning, unfinished”

Good job, Steve.

“I did them this morning. We were on the same mission, Steve. Only one of us needs to do them” Bucky says, punching the bag “I send you a message”.

“No, you didn’t-“ he looks at his phone to see a message from Bucky.

Love❤️‍🔥-already did the mission report.

Send a minute ago.

Bucky knows Steve like the back of his hand. He knew what excuses he would use to try to flee the scene. A laugh almost leaves his mouth as he sees the face Steve is making. God, he missed teasing him.

“I thought you were asleep”.

“No, I wanted to finish it. You’ve been quite stressed the past week, and I wanted to lift some weight of your shoulders”.

“Thanks, James”.

The tension between them is noticeable. So noticeable that the recruit is more uncomfortable than when she was alone with Steve.

She gets their attention when she walks past them to grab her water bottle. “Have fun training”

“You already leaving?” Steve asks disappointed, sad that she’s leaving.

“Yeah, I’ve already been training before you both came. Also, I need to find Sam. He promised to show me the rest of the compound. I only saw half of the facility so far and don’t want to get lost at some point”, she says. So far she didn’t get lost because the most important areas were already introduced to her, but it’s better to know the whole compound. “Bye” she waves them before opening the door and walking through it.

No one says anything until the door closes. Bucky is the first to break the silence, “wow”.

“I know you did that on purpose!”

“I was trying to make you talk to her” he grabs his shoulder “I just want to help you. She’s a beautiful woman-“

“Hey!”

“See” Bucky says, “you’re jealous when I just say that she’s pretty. You have a crush on that girl, Steve”.

Steve sighs in defeat. “Ok, maybe”.

“I KNEW IT” Bucky screams, jumping like a little kid on Christmas morning “FUCK YES, STEVE”

“Language”

He stops jumping and looks at him. “You will get that girl. I promise” Bucky looks like he’s about to cry “oh my god, you’re all grown up”.

Steve lets out a slight laugh. It’s almost ridiculous how happy Bucky is that there’s a girl that he kinda likes. It reminds him of how they talked about their futures when they were little. They talked about carriers and family, and how they will be called uncle Steve and uncle Bucky by their best friends kids.

“Are you crying?” he asks, seeing Bucky wipe his eye.

“Pfff, no”.

Oh, he’s definitely crying.

“Calm down, Bucky. Just because I like her doesn’t mean that she likes me”.

“Yeah, because you’re just an Avenger, the symbol of America, a super soldier, owner of America’s ass-“

“Ok, I get it”. Steve isn’t dumb, he knows that people know him, that he’s quite famous; god he sounds like Tony. All this doesn’t make him the most liked person in the world, though, and not everyone fall for him. Not just because he has blond hair and some women like dark hair, or he is to old schooled and doesn’t know every new show on Netflix, or women are not into him because they hate male genitals and prefer women’s….parts. The shield only shows what he shows the world and not the people he cares about. He doesn’t show his emotional side with all his flaws.

“You like her, right” Bucky asks, knowing the answer.

“Yes, of course, but-“

“Then you will go to her and tell her that”. Bucky claps his hands. “You will tell her how much you like her. You will take her dancing and to the movies. Understand?”

“Yes, Sargent” Steve smiles.

“I know she’s the one. You will propose to her at sunset and give me some nephews and nieces”. Steve laughs at Bucky’s hyper fixation about his crush. Both of them are acting like two teenage girls.

“A uncle to Steve Jr’s and….uhm…what’s her name again”

“……”

“………..”

“……………”

“………you don’t know her name?”

“no, not really”. Well, that’s awkward.

“Oh my god, Steve”, Bucky is regretting his decision to help his friend “how about we start with you introducing yourself?”

“Bucky, please don’t do anything stupid”, Steve pleads. He doesn’t want Bucky to give him to much pressure. The thought of Bucky trapping them in a closet scares him, or him basically throwing him against her.

Bucky just looks at him confused. “You will do something stupid. I’m here to prevent that from happening”.

“Promise?”

“Promise” Bucky says showing Steve his hands “I swear on Sam’s life”.

Steve smile slowly falls and Bucky corrects himself “ok, I swear on uhm, your life”.

“I guess that’s ok”

Since then Bucky’s been on the mission ‘get a sister-in-law’, with no luck though. He thought being a wingman would be easier, but it’s not. Definitely not. Or he has just a bad person that he needs to help.

So far Steve had like four times eye contact, spoke two sentences in two conversations. The one sentence only being two words.

The best try so far was when Steve was in the kitchen, reading the newspaper, when she came and asked him if he could move a bit so she can get to the fridge, and Steve said ‘yes’. He said something, made eye contact, didn’t walk away and didn’t stutter. He didn’t even sweat! Steve did this on his own without him and for that he needs an applause.

And the worst try was when he was ‘forced’ to train with her.

“You can do this Steve”, Bucky whispers to Steve before giving him a pat on the shoulder and pushing him towards the mat.

Steve still hasn’t introduced himself yet, so Bucky thought it would be a good opportunity to see the skills of the new recruits and to train with them. Surprisingly, Steve is now sparring against his crush, the woman they still don’t know the name of.

Steve walks on the mat, giving a quick look over his shoulder to see Bucky giving him a thumbs up.

He takes a deep breath before saying, “Ok, come at me”.

To say he’s impressed is an understatement. He’s fascinated by her skills, by the way she moves with such grace. Instead of directly coming at him and trying to punch him, she moves around him. She does that the whole time, dodging every single move of him while he tries to land a hit on her, well, more like pinch her. He wouldn’t hurt her. Ever.

At some point Steve finally manages to get a hold of her, but she is quicker and kicks his one leg away and then uses his arms to lift her up and wrap her legs around his neck, bringing him down. Steve is now on the mat with her legs around his neck, her directly hovering over his face. Steve doesn’t know why, but he’s not complaining about this position.

He gets himself back together and uses his legs to his lower back of the mat and makes a roll, so now she’s on the mat, with him in between her legs.

Steve can be lucky that most of the recruits are already doing their own thing because this is not a professional normal work position. Sam, who just walked in, stopped next to Bucky when he sees the scene. He looks at Bucky and sees how he’s directly looking at where Steve’s face is.

“Stop doing your creepy eye thing”, Sam tells him, but Bucky simply ignores him. Sam is about to say something when he hears a loud slam, and sees her on top of Steve, straddling his hips “oh”.

This scene doesn’t last long though because Steve flips them around, now straddling her hips and pinning her arms above her head. She tries to move around under him, successfully. Her back towards and is about to use her knees to make him fall off. Steve thinks quicker though and flips them again. Her back against his chest and his back against the floor. He wraps his legs around each of her legs, making her unable to move them, while he wraps his arms around her neck, taking her in a headlock. She tries to wiggle away, but can’t.

She taps his arm, signaling him that he won. Steve lets her go, softly lifting her arm to help her up, and then getting up after her.

“Everything ok?” he asks, wanting to make sure that he didn’t hurt her in some kind. That would definitely make admitting his feelings harder.

“Yes”, she smiles at him, panting slightly, “thank you, Captain Rogers, for training with me”. The smile she gives him is a true, generous smile. Steve doesn’t see how Sam and Bucky are exchanging scared looks.

“Y-You don’t need to tank me”, Steve says. Now it’s the time to introduce himself; he can do it. He takes a deep breath before continuing. “And you can call me S-“

He gets pulled away by Bucky, forcefully getting pushed against his chest. Steve looks Bucky confused into his eyes as Bucky pulls him with him behind the corner, out of sight of her, with Sam walking next to them. All the way to behind the corner Bucky keeps Steve against him, while Sam blogs other from seeing Steve’s side.

“What are you doing? I was just about to introduce myself”

Sam looks at him with wide eyes. “Yeah, something else was also about to introduce himself” and points to Steve’s crotch.

Steve looks down and sees what Sam is talking about.

For the first time, the golden boy is having a boner. A huge one. The serum really did make everything bigger.

“Oh, no no no no” Steve goes.

“Hey, it’s ok” Bucky tries calming him down “it’s uhm normal”

“Yeah, you know how many boners I had in my life”, Sam continues.

“See, even Sam thinks so. Did you ever notice how often I had when we were out with some girls, or just when I was thinking about one”, Bucky continues, Sam nodding his head the whole time. Both giving Steve a smirk. “You have them everywhere. In the shower, during work, in bed, I even had them when we had a sleepover”.

“Oh my god” Steve hates talking about that. He doesn’t know what’s worst, talking about women things or about men and their boners. “I had it in front of her, in front of everyone” he cries out.

Sam pats his shoulder. “No one saw it”

“You did!”.

“Because we watched both of you”, Sam assures him. “The others did their own thing, and she looked in your eyes, man. Not what’s below Captain America’s waist”

“Maybe she felt it though”, Bucky says.

“Bucky!”

“Your not helping, man”, Sam shrugs and looks down “ok, maybe she did because you know, it’s not small”

“See, Wilson! You agree”

Steve had never been this embarrassed in his entire life. He covers his erection with his hands, but it only makes it more obvious. He’s trying to cover his boner while his two best friends are talking about his penis size and how often they get a boner. He wants to dig himself a grave.

“Guys!” Steve whisper screams, getting their attention back. “I need to get rid of it”.

“Of your giant boner?”

“Yeas, Sam. What else is there to get rid of?” Steve says. Bucky slaps Sam on the back of his head, with no context at all. “What was that for, Bucky?”

He shrugs “I know you would like to do that, but are too nice to actually do it”. Steve just wanted to have a nice day where he maybe finally managed to speak to the woman of his dreams, but no, everything had to go like shit. “What do I do?”.

Sam and Bucky look at each other before letting out an obvious loud breath of air. They turn to Steve. “Well, you could try to calm down” Sam says, and Bucky continues “or you could, you know, help yourself out”.

“No!” Steve doesn’t even want to imagine helping himself out. The simple thought disgusts him and he feels an incredible feeling of shame.

Steve shakes his head at them. “Tell me something, that helps uhm, the problem”.

“Remember when your mom caught us looking through her drawers and spanked you”.

“….”

“Are you getting harder?” Sam asks, looking at his now slightly bigger boner.

“N-no” Steve pushes with all might on his boner to get it down “s-say something else”. He begs his friends for help.

Bucky looks hopeless “I don’t know what to say to get her off of your mind”. Steve wants to say something when Sam holds up his hands.

“Hold up, her off of your mind” he says looking at Steve, “so it wasn’t just because you got a bit close to her”. The smirk on his face is huge, a teasing one.

Steve groans out of frustration and pain.

“You know, I could see you together”, Sam goes, giving him a thump up.

“I know, but he’s too afraid to ask her. He couldn’t even introduce himself”.

“You didn’t introduce yourself to y/n?”

Steve looks at him and repeats her name softly. Y/n. Your name sound like an angel, a page out of the Bible that you worship and say as a pray. He would do that. Say your name like it’s a holy prayer. He wants to say your name again again and again. Whispering your name in your ear as you slowly share a kiss.

“Shit” Bucky says. He thought that Steve’s boner couldn’t get any bigger, but he was wrong. So wrong. It’s now almost twice as big as before. “Sam, why did you say that?!”

“I didn’t know this was going to happen! I just said her name. I didn’t think he would get hard because of a name”.

“Well, he did!”

They hear people coming into the training room. A lot by the sound of their talking. At least fifteen entered the room. Now you add them three, plus y/n and plus the seven recruits that were already in here. That makes twenty-six people. Two, Sam and Bucky, already saw Steve’s boner.

“Guys!” Steve screams “what do I do?!”, hiding more in the corner.

“Obviously getting her out of your head doesn’t work”.

“How about you stay in front of me while I walk out”.

Both shake their head “they would see you though and stare at you. Also, there are too many. You wouldn’t make it out unnoticed”.

“What if I wait until they leave”.

“Steve, they will eventually walk to this corner when they get more weights, and then see you”

Steve looks hopeless. “Bring me some pants that- I don’t know, doesn’t show my you know”.

“Steve…nothing can hide that boner”, Sam says “there is only one option”.

“What?”

“you could…help yourself out, Steve”

“No”

“Steve, please”

“No”

“Pal, listen-“

“No, Bucky. I can’t do that. I can’t just touch my…member…and..bring myself pleasure”, Steve hates talking about it. “How am I even suppose to do it?!”

“You take your dick in your hand and hold it tight, then you start to move your hand up and down. Personally, I would advise you to do it fast but-“

“I meant where!” he covers his ears trying to forget what Bucky just said. Though he learned something new. “I can’t just do it here, it would..spill”

Sam looks around until he sees something that could help “take this to collect your sperms”. He shows Steve an empty probably by someone forgotten water bottle.

“But-“ Steve knows that this is the only way and that he should accept it, but he doesn’t want to “fine”.

“I wait around the corner so no one walks over here, while Bucky makes sure you don’t get a heart attack” Sam says, winking before walking around the corner. Bucky gives Steve a slight smile before turning around. He doesn’t need to see his best friend Masturbate.

Surprisingly, Steve isn’t that loud. Sam only heard him once or twice a bit louder. One time he was screaming Bucky’s name because he turned around for a second.

Sam walks over to them when Bucky gives him a thump up. Steve is sitting on the floor, panting heavenly. Next to him, a completely full to the top water bottle. Or more like cum bottle.

“Congratulations on your first orgasm, Steve”

They are on their way out now, happy that Steve doesn’t have a big gun in his pants anymore.

“Hey, Sam”

Fuck

“Hey, Y/n” Sam smiles, while Steve panics. He’s drenched in sweat and is holding a bottle of his own cum.

You smile at Bucky and Steve too. You look at Steve and see how he looks like he’s in pain and completely drenched. “Are you ok, Captain Rogers?”.

Bucky and Sam quickly cover him up. “Oh yeah, he’s fine, he just-“

“Is hungry!”

“Uhm yeah and you know how you can get sick when you didn’t eat”

“Yeah ya get really sick”

You stare at them for a second, trying to process what they said. “Oh, maybe you should drink your shake then, Captain Rogers”, and point to his ‘shake’, and give him a smile.

“I-“

Bucky stops Steve. “Yeah no, he will just get something from the kitchen, you know?”.

“Bucky’s right, uhm I don’t think that would be such a smart idea to drink the shake. Hah ha” Steve says awkwardly.

Your smile falls. “Oh, yeah sure. I just thought that would help. We don’t want you passing out”.

Was his answer mean, is what Steve thinks. He doesn’t want you to think he just didn’t drink the ‘shake’ because you said that. Steves heart pains as he sees your reaction; you looked so sad. It obviously isn’t that big of a deal. Surely you forget about it later, but what if you don’t? You don’t forget that he didn’t want to drink the ‘shake’. What if you think you’re dumb for asking that? He thinks for a second, a long second, a second that will change everything.

“You’re right”, and opens the cap.

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—diving invitations; leon kennedy.

ʚ leon kennedy x reader | resident evil | 0,6k words. ʚ you and leon are wrapping up your recent mission. jealousy arises when a certain police officer flirts with your boyfriend. ʚ fluff; suggestive; established relationship; jealous! reader; reader leaves love bites on leon; loosely set during the ending of re: degeneration. ʚ a/n i wrote an angsty fic about reader being jealous of ada. now this is just a silly short fic about reader being jealous of angela miller.

“Let's go diving together again sometime.”

You physically roll your eyes, back facing the Special Response Team officer—Angela Miller—as she not-so discreetly flirts with Leon. The blond-haired man peers at you, a small amused smile forming on his lips as you frown, chewing on the insides of your cheek, visibly annoyed. You start walking towards the loudly humming helicopter that is meant to be your escort after the mission.

“That's off the table,” he replies, turning around to tail after your figure.

You barely spare him a glance as he falls into step next to you. His hand swings exaggeratedly to brush against yours, gloved knuckles catching yours, fingers intertwining.

“Aren't you supposed to be going diving with her?”

You're annoyed. He can tell that much. He is stuck with feeling both amused and guilty. Even with your nonchalant facade, you're squeezing his hands tightly as you walk.

“Do you want me to?” He attempts at light teasing, trying to steer into a playful joke instead of escalating into an argument. Judging from the deepened frown on your lips, he suspects he has achieved the opposite effect. He immediately adds, “It was a joke.”

“Not a funny one.”

“You said you liked my jokes, even the bad ones.”

You huff. “I lied.”

“Babe.”

“What?” You glare at him.

“It was a life-and-death situation. I had to—” How is he meant to describe it? Angela was drowning. He transferred some air through their mouths. He didn't mean for it to be anything more or to be taken as him making advances. Certainly not. He has you. He's not letting you go for anything. “—share some air.”

“I'm going to be sharing some air too, then,” you say, purely out of pettiness. “Maybe with our pilot.”

He halts his steps, tugging you backwards with your interlocked hands. “I don't think he is in any threat of drowning.”

“You never know.”

“Baby, I am sorry.” He sighs exasperatedly. “You know it's you and me, always, right?”

A pair of ocean blues look down at you, an intense stare that has you weak on the knees. The sweep of his bangs gently swayed in the breeze. You and me.

Your resolve to stay sulking crumbles.

“Always,” you say, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

The helicopter is just around the corner, but he pulls you closer by the nape of your neck when you are about to pull away. A gentle kiss turns into a flurry of clashing teeth and wandering hands. You wonder how you managed to stay professional throughout your mission.

You pull back, pressing your face into the curve of his neck, breaths rushing.

“One day, we are so getting fired.”

He chuckles and you can feel the rumble of it in his chest. “Looking forward to that day.”

You're pressing butterfly kisses up the column of his neck. He groans and it has you flushing. Perhaps it's the jealousy. Everywhere you go, somehow he's always getting hit on. Perhaps you're just so in love you can't hold it in. The soft kisses transforms into small nicks and bites and licks that has him breathlessly whimpering your name. His hands dig into your sides.

“Marking me up, huh?” Even breathless, heaving under the press of your lips, he's still as cocky as ever.

You hum in response, pulling the soft wool-lined collar of his brown leather jacket to the side. “Gotta keep the diving invitations away.”

Suddenly, his phone rings. You jump out of your skin due to the intrusive noise, pulling back from him. You thirstily drink in the forming red bruises on the side of his neck. He takes a long breath before picking up.

“Where are you? The chopper's been there for quite some time. Are you okay?”

You hear Hunnigan's voice rush through the speaker. Leon gives you a pointed look as if saying it's your fault. You return it with an indignant stare, pointing at him.

“Your fault,” you mouth soundlessly.

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#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #—ki writes 🍯

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elonmuskfansgossipblog · 6 months

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part 6

Now we are free.

After a heady, orgiastic night, she woke up changed, feeling as if she had the power of many minds, full of energy and good humor, and when she thought about him she felt something like an electric discharge in her head. Hmm... baffling- she thought. She turned on the computer, and very strange wallpaper appeared on the screen, some animation, two red and blue balls, swirled, merged, exploded into the words "quantum entanglement" and then disappeared. oh! It's going to be an interesting day, glitch in a matrix. She turned on the radio and from the speakers came:

You were standing (you know it's true) I was there (worlds collided) Two worlds collided (we're shining through) And they could never tear us apart

-Is this some joke? - she laughed loudly.

She sat down in the armchair and was about to do her business when she heard a whisper: leave it all and write for me, I want to know how it ends.

- Damn, I need to see a psychiatrist, my dreams have been crazy lately, but the voices when I'm awake?! - she wanted to write a note in her phone, but she couldn't find it - I probably left it in her purse - the purse was nowhere to be found either. She sat on the bed to collect her thoughts, when suddenly in her mind's eye she saw a large cinema screen and on it she saw him, riding the Cybertruck and listening to music. Her heart started pounding like crazy, she could see him live! He looked happy, he was whistling a tune quietly, he was just turning a corner when a huge, terrifying fart split the air in the cabin. She saw him jump up, scared like a panda. "Oops, another tire inflated" he laughed loudly and mockingly. Then the image blurred and disappeared, probably because she was also bursting with laughter and tuned out of the signal. All in all, she wasn't too surprised, she could see remotely, but it never occurred to her to spy on him, especially since time didn't matter here, she could see any moment at any time. She relaxed again and thought "Well, let's see how you did in Baldur's Gate 3, I was lynched on the blog for that." This time, she wanted to see the scene from his perspective, she had mastered connecting with the consciousness of another mind quite well in her dreams, but would it work the same in waking life? She will most likely see the most exciting moment, such moments leave the clearest trace when new emotions occur. An image appeared, the scene flashed briefly, she didn't need to see more, she burst into laughter again, howled with laughter because she saw him having sex with a bear! She was ecstatic, he was so disarmingly human in everything he did, and for a moment she was fooled into the illusion that he was completely normal. She lay down on the bed to think for a while, she could, it was Sunday morning, nothing was chasing her. "Hey, little one, it works both ways" she heard. There was music in the room, Air On A G String, she saw him lying in his bed with his phone in his hand, he was reading part 2 of the story and thinking about her, probably quite intensely, she felt his arousal as her own, his penis was already ready, sticking out like the Washington Monument, lightly stroked by his hand, and with each movement her excitement grew. "Come to me" she heard his tender whisper. The transfer was immediate, and at the same moment she gave her inner consent, she was next to him. She was sitting between his legs, his thighs were so hot, the wonderful smell of Shalimar spread in the room "mhm... art deco even in the air..." She leaned over him, first her tongue enjoyed it, and then she covered it with her mouth, mmm... ice cream so good , yes yes yes and his rocket was ready to fly. She sat on him so thirsty, he grabbed her waist and she sucked him with her pussy. They came together. It was the most delicious breakfast you could have on a Sunday morning accompanied by a cello.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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The Perfect Girl - Chapter 16 (Kamisato Ayato x Reader)

MASTERLIST

Author’s Note: All characters are OOC! Please be reminded that this fanfic is Modern! AU and Highschool! AU and none of this are canons to the actual lore of Genshin Impact. I do not own Genshin Impact or the characters in the game!

Synopsis: You were a graduating high school student who somehow got involved in unfortunate events and transferred to Teyvat International School. Due to your “complicated” physical features, you became the main target of the school’s “bully”, Kamisato Ayato! Together with his friends, Diluc Ragnvindr, Tartaglia, and Arataki Itto.

WC: 2.8k

Next Chapter -> Chapter 17

Bitter taste left your mouth as the two of you were sharing each other's saliva. You could definitely tell that Ayato has been drinking alcohol before being locked up here but has somehow sobered up.

Ayato's fingers ran through your hair until he noticed something and pulled away from your kiss to say something.

"You're wearing the accessories that I gave you back then" He said and you felt his forehead pressing against your.

"Yeah~" You said. You tried to adjust a little from your position and felt something very hard.

"So that's where you're going" He said before kissing you passionately again.

Your hands traveled on his chest and began to unbutton his shirt hastily.

"Y-Y/N!" He whimpered under you.

"Y-yeah?" You said and continued with what you're doing.

"We can't do this- I just can't… Maybe not right now…" Ayato pleaded and you got up immediately.

"S-sorry- L-let's not speak of this again." You said fixing your hair and your clothes.

"I'm gonna go text my sister that I'm with you so they don't worry about us…" Ayato pulled out his phone and began texting but there's no signal and he sighed.

—

"What do you mean Ayato is also missing?!" Al Haitham angrily said.

"L-look! We're trying to search for my brother too, you know!" Ayaka replied.

"You sound like you're lying." Al Haitham looked Ayaka into her eyes and frightened her a little bit.

"W-why would I lie about searching for my brother?!" Ayaka defended, cold sweat ran on her cheeks since it was her idea to lock the two of you in a tight dark room.

Coincidentally, a message was sent to Ayaka's phone.

"S-see! He just messaged me! It seems someone locked him up in a room…" She said and scrolled down further.

"And Y/N is with him!" Ayaka added.

Everyone's face lit up and they all followed Ayaka to your location.

—

It took 30 minutes before Ayaka received the text from Ayato and you found yourself sleeping on top of him as he stroked your hair.

"Ayato, don't leave me again" you mumbled.

"I won't, my lady." He smiled.

When the door suddenly opened, everyone saw that you were curled up with no care of your clothes.

"Y-you little-!" Al Haitham immediately charged in and grabbed Ayato by his collar.

"Haitham~"

"He didn't do anything to me"

He let go as soon as he heard your sweet voice.

"W-what's everyone's doing here?" You asked.

"We were looking for you Y/N! I'm glad you're safe!" Lumine said.

" 'Yato, take me home, I'm tired," You said.

Ayato got up carrying you in a bridal manner with your arms wrapped around his neck and shoulder.

Ayato's face turned red and attempted to lower his head to hide a little of it.

"Look, I'll go to the afterparty in Childe's home. I'm just going to take Y/N home safely." He said.

"Aren't you intoxicated? Do you want me to drive you both home?" Diluc suggested.

"No, I sobered up earlier." Ayato replied.

"W-well take care!" Lumine said.

"Thank you." Ayato said quietly and walked through the crowd silently as soon as he got in the parking lot.

—

"Well what are we gonna do?" Itto asked the group.

"Prepare for the after party, what else?" Childe replied annoyingly to Itto.

Somehow, Al Haitham was also dragged into the same event but he didn't mind it.

"Al Haitham, it's okay if you don't feel comfortable with us." Ayaka said to him.

"No, no, no, its okay, I don't want to decline" Al Haitham frantically replied because he knew he's a new student therefore he needs to get along with other people.

—

Ayato was fixin you in the backseat so you can sleep soundly since he didn't notice you were awake the entire time and took this chance to wrap your arms to his neck and pull him towards you.

"Y-Y/N! What are you doing-?!" He stopped as soon as you smashed your lips against his for the second time again.

Ayato fought back and said "Y-Y/N, the car's door is open, s-someone is going to see us!"

"Then let them!" You naughtily answered back and kissed him again.

You stopped and looked at his Eyes and opened your mouth widely and he happily accepted as he used his tongue exploring your mouth once again and you can't help it but let out muffled moans.

"You like that?" He asked and you nodded happily.

And that's where he teased you and he got up and immediately closed the door and went to the driver's seat.

"A-ayato?! Why did you do that?" You angrily said.

"I promised everyone I'd get you home so I can't get you delaying us before they see us here in the parking lot" He said as he's driving away.

—

"Isn't that Ayato's car? Didn't he leave like 30 minutes ago or am I hallucinating?" Lumine said as soon as they got there as well.

"You're probably hallucinating Ms. Lumine." Al Haitham said.

"Aw, spare me the formalities." Lumine said and laughed.

—

After a while, Ayato parked inside his residence.

"Well, I'm ordering you to carry me to my bedroom, for leaving me out like that!" You said.

"Whatever you want, my lady." He carried you.

"Do you think you're going to get away with what you did earlier? Did you know how it felt to drive with a boner distracting me while you looked so breedable in the backseat? Did you know how much it took a lot out of me?" Ayato whispered in your ear and carried you in a way that your legs were wrapped against his waist.

"Ooh~ where are we going?" You seductively asked.

"To my bedroom, what else?" He said and your eyes widened as soon as you realized you're not in your home.

"W-why am I not home?!" You frantically asked.

"Isn't this also your home my lady?" He jokingly said and stopped you from saying anything else by giving you a passionate kiss again.

…

He smashed you in the wall of his bedroom, kissing you over and over again.

As he assures that you'd feel his boner at the entrance of your woman hood.

"This is what you did to me" Ayato said but he didn't let you reply back to him.

For a brief moment, Ayato stopped and rethinked his life choices.

He knew he couldn't do this with you.

He wanted to get married first before engaging in sexual activities with you because he wanted to make you feel that he really loves you and he wasn't just using your body for fun.

"Y/N… we really can't do this…" He whimpered.

You unzipped your dress and pressed your chest onto him.

"N-no…" Ayato sat down on his bed with you on top.

"This is the farthest we can go… I can't do this to you… I respect you so much, my heart just can't handle it…" He spoke softly.

"Okay… I understand" You said.

The two of you continued kissing and caressing each other's body parts for a while.

You now rest on top of him, on his chest while he brushes your hair.

"Do you want to go get cleaned up?" He asked and you nodded.

He guided you through his bathroom and told you where the shampoo, soaps, and other stuff is located.

As soon as you locked the door, you pressed your back against the wall and began to recall what you were doing with him.

You unzipped your dress and threw it in the laundry bin and looked at yourself in the mirror.

You began unclipping your bra and noticed how hard your nipples had turned. It was begging to be sucked and played by his mouth, and only his mouth.

You also pulled down your panty and saw how a transparent string has been sticking in your womanhood.

Maybe… it wouldn't hurt to play with yourself right?

Meanwhile, Ayato sat on his study desk and stared at his member who still hasn't calmed down yet, well he knew there is one way to fast forward things up.

—

"L-lumine! What are you doing here?" Childe was shocked when he found Lumine climbing up stairs to his bedroom.

"I don't know~ Y/N isn't here~ I really don't know what else to do." Lumine pressed her body against him.

"H-hey, stop right there-" Lumine immediately pulled his head for a kiss, Childe could completely smell that she was reeking of alcohol and wasn't being herself.

He pulled her away as his cheeks began to heat up.

"You're not being yourself, you're doing things you don't want to do and most importantly, things you don't want to remember-" He was stopped again when Lumine pulled him for a kiss again.

She held him tightly which left Childe with no choice but to accept and savor the moment.

(They say people say the most honest thoughts when they’re drunk due to the fact that they don’t have that mouth filter on) Childe thought to himself while Lumine continued to press herself onto him.

—

You wore the new bathrobe that Ayato lended you, you could tell that most of their items in the house hold the crest of the Kamisato Family. You wrapped your arms around yourself and admired yourself in the mirror before going outside in the bathroom.

Ayato was stunned to see you in the robe as soon as you stepped out in the bathroom, his cheeks heated up to the fact that you were wearing something that belongs to his family. He had a vision of you being the first lady of the Kamisato Family, it truly suited you.

You were shocked how he is also wearing the same bathrobe, wasn’t he in his outside clothes roughly thirty minutes ago?

“Oh, you must be wondering why I looked like I just finished taking a bath?” He softly said and smiled at you, he did not attempt to hide his blushes from your site.

His robe was a little sloppy and open in the middle which revealed a part of his toned chest.

“Where are you staring at?” He looked at your eyes and saw that you were fixated on his opened chest.

“Oh…” He blushed a little.

“Well, don’t worry my lady, this belongs all to you.” He said and you snapped back to reality.

“I’m not looking at you! I was going to ask where you took a bath!” You crossed your arms and looked away from him.

“I asked one of the maids to prepare the bath in another room since I don’t want to bother you and I don’t think…” He said and proceeded to mumble something. (I don’t think I can handle being in the same shower room with you)

“What?” You glared at him.

“N-nothing!” He said in his defense.

You sat on the mirror table.

“Um… Can I sit here to comb and dry my hair?” You asked.

“Have you recalled earlier in the car that I said that this is also your home? Of course I’d love to have you making yourself comfortable here.” Ayato laughed a little and grinned.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and began combing and drying your hair, you saw Ayato in the mirror that he was going towards you.

“You have an awful haircut, if I recall, this is due to my immature doings.” He said.

“Gee, no wonder why I have an awful haircut!” You pouted.

“I’m sorry my lady, allow me to make it up for you, let me take you to a parlor” Ayato confirmed.

“I- I think it’s not proper for us to sleep in one bed-” You said out of nowhere.

“Who said about us sleeping in one bed?” Ayato said in a very teasing way.

“RIGHT! Of course I’ll sleep on the couch, why did I ask about that- I mean- This is your bedroom and your house and all-” You said in a frantic phase.

“Pff! My lady, I wouldn’t allow my lady to sleep in an uncomfortable bed. Of course I’m the one who’s going to sleep on the couch so you can sleep comfortably and soundly in my bed.” Ayato said and grabbed the comb from your hand and began combing your hair.

“My lady, I’d always be in your service” He whispered in your ear and it reddened your cheeks.

—

“What the fuck is going on?” Diluc nonchalantly said in the group celebrating.

“What do you mean what’s going on Diluc?” Ayaka asked as she sipped on her fruit juice.

“I believe he meant how Childe and Lumine are missing, how Ayato probably passed out in their house and went to sleep after taking Miss L/N home.” Al Haitham said.

“Y-you know! I’m so jealous of you how you can remain calm after drinking that much alcohol-!” Kaveh started and grabbed Al Haitham hard from his shoulder.

“Please don’t grab me on my shoulder like that.” Al Haitham hissed and showed his annoyance towards Kaveh.

“Why are you so mean, Ms. Ayaka, he’s so mean!” Kaveh cried out to Ayaka and she consoled him.

“What do you feel about this Ayato and Y/N situation?” Ayaka asked Al Haitham, she thought this was a good chance to ask him without you, her brother, and lumine around.

“I don’t think Ms. L/N is that easy to get. I wouldn’t give up Ms. L/N easily, I believe your brother wouldn’t give up on her especially how things turned out after your family’s celebration. I suppose whoever’s the best between us would win Ms. L/N’s heart.” Al Haitham started and ate an olive from the snacks.

“That’s very interesting, I think so too. I just wish for Y/N’s happiness, she’s gone through a lot” Ayaka added.

—

Ayato has lended you some of Ayaka’s spare clothes for you to wear tonight.

“It’s quite… fit me…” You said as you were struggling to be comfortable with the shirt.

“Do you want a larger shirt?” He asked, and he understood that you wanted it because you looked like you wanted a comfier shirt to wear in bed.

“Okay, I’ll give you one of mine. Ayaka is quite small compared to you so I understand it might be a little fit and uncomfortable.” He added as he was going through his wardrobe.

He gave you his shirt and you went to the bathroom to change.

After a few minutes, you come out of the bathroom again to see Ayato has been making himself comfortable on the couch.

“Y-you know… We can just sleep on the same bed, just- let’s just not face each other.” You offered.

“Would you allow that? Can I really do that?” He pleaded.

“Well, I can’t bear to see you tormenting yourself on a couch shorter than you.” You said in a very shy way.

“So you do care for me!” Ayato giggled and began fixing the bed for the two of you to sleep on separately.

The two of you sat on the opposite side of the bed as if you were waiting who would sleep first.

“Since you’re so shy my lady, I’m going to rest now. I’m very tired today, I need to find out who threw us in that tight cell in the school tomorrow.” He said and rested.

You also followed and slept, at first you were having troubles since Ayato was next to you, you were overthinking if you snore or whatnot but your tiredness got the best of you and you finally fell asleep.

—

COMING SOON IN THE NEXT CHAPTERS (SOME PARTS MAY BE RE-EDITED):

Kamisato Ayato encountered a female figure who he thought he’d never meet again.

“M-miko! What are you doing here?!” He asked.

“A-ayato!” She ran towards him to hug him and cried on his chest.

“Miko! Stop.” He pushed her away.

“Ayato! I thought I’d never see you again!” She cried out.

“Didn’t I tell you to never show your face near me again? After all of the things that you and your family did to hurt me? To hurt Y/N?! I have so little pity left for you before I send you to jail!” He angrily said.

“Ayato please- Just this once-”

…

“Good evening Lady L/N, it seemed that it was seen in public that the head of the Kamisato Family was seen with a rather… familiar figure. Some have stated that it was the girl from the Guuji family due to her distinct pink hair color.” You heard as soon as you answered an unknown number in your phone.

You ended the call and dropped the glass you have in your hand.

(It can’t be… He can’t do that to me) You thought to yourself, slowly kneeling to the floor and keeping your tears in your eyes.

…

“I love you Y/N, I’d destroy everything in the world so I can hold you dear in my life.”

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ishipjindok · 4 months

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Marking 🐺

.Warning ⚠️

.English isn't my first language and might be a misspellings

. Omegaverse

.Kim Dokja (Dominant Omega), Sung Jinwoo (Dominant Alpha)

.I don't know why i make a whole Fanfic just to explain this one panel drawing

.Cringe and might make no sense in some sense cause I'm stupid

When dokja was walking in the ruined buildings he got suck in by a portal that suddenly appeared and transfer him into another world

*thud* "Ouch!" Said Dokja while he was fall flat on his butt and a hard and solid ground,he look around and saw he was in some backstreet but luckily nobody see him.

He cursed at his terrible luck,he confessed his love to yoo joonghyuk and was rejected cause turn out Yoo Junghyuk known as the supreme king to be an Omega a resessive one which make Kim dokja greatly embarassed

He was confused but then he realised that 'Way of survival' didn't mention Yoo Joonghyuk second gender they only tell them that he had a child with Lee Seolhwa who would ever thought he would be an Omega

When remembering that confession make him flush red again

He standup and pat himself clean after that he start walking towards the street where he find crouded people walking and minding their own business

He start looking around and only able to find out some information about this world such as this world also face an apocalypse and people that have awakened their magic ability are separated into group such as lowest Rank E into highest rank S he wondered

'why there aren't any F rank cause isn't F always the lowest Rank in game and the highest should be L right?'

Lost is thought he almost run into truck-kun but someone pull him back when he look back he met E rank hunter Jinwoo,Dokja got a little heat coming up from his stomach he ask himself 'what is this feelings?' it's like he met his destine person,his soulmate

Dokja thank him for saving him and the boy name sung jinwoo happily told him it was no problem

From then on he and Jinwoo exchange phone number and Dokja live next door to him and he and Jinwoo and jin-ah get along together

4 month's has passed since he got into this world luckily he was able to used his coin and turn it into the money that can be used here, he even got into the association guild

*Beep! Beep! Beep!* Dokja lazily turn off his alarm and get up from his bed he checked the phone and it 7 am he grumble, he suddenly felt a little hot in but he never mind it and he'll take a shower and be fine and go to the bathroom and start showering when he done he came out and he start to heat up the food and after eat and clean he start to get dress and start walking out and he get a called and when he pick up he was shock and in panic

When he reaches the hospital room he find jinwoo sitting and smiling awkwardly "hi..hyung.." he see jinwoo with a bandage in his cheek,arm and chest

Dokja was panting heavily and and rush towards jinwoo pull him by the collar while tear fall from his eyes "how many time i told you..why did you won't listen to me!.." his body felt a rush of hot sensation but he thought it was just because how he run to the hospital

"when will you listen to me?" Said Dokja the romm was silent until Jinwoo said something "Hyung.....please go away how can you come when you're in that state!" Said jinwoo Dokja didn't get what he mean "what do you mean?" He ask as he felt the heat coming again, jinwoo breath heavily as he was out of breath "Jinwoo are you ok?!" Said Dokja while he came closer to jinwoo "I can't take it anymore!" As he said that he push dokja into the bed while press dokja down dokja was shock "Jinwoo what are you doing!?'' as he said that dokja felt a hard thing into his butt '!!!' "J-jinwoo" said Dokja when he tried to escape "Submit omega" dokja couldn't move as if he was paralyzed jinwoo release his pheromones "ngh!"

'shit I can't moved!' "Dokja hyung I can't take it anymore as I have been waiting this for too long and you know how dangerous it is to walk straight into alpha when Omega are in heat you know that right?" Dokja was shock and realised that the symtom he had been and avoiding since this morning without much though he have to face the consequences, Jinwoo start to take off Dokja Clothes and start to kiss and bite dokja back "ack!" Dokja moan unable to move his body he felt his body being burnt into heat , Jinwoo had pinch his nipples and start licking the back of his neck "!! Aah! J-jinwoo!" "Ngh!" His eyes widened as he felt a pain coming from his neck and felt blood comming out from it "J-Jinwoo! aah!"

Jinwoo had marked him as his omega, jinwoo had pull out his mouth from it and they both start to pant heavily

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bep1erfics · 3 months

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PLAYBOY - SHEN RICKY 🛹

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE QUIET GIRL GETS TANGLED IN THE SCHOOL HEARTTHROBS MESS?

CHAPTER 1:

noticing that the clock was ticking, you got up immediately from the warmth of your bed and dashed out the door once your uniform was on. it was the start of a new semester at school, and that meant that you had to fix up your sleep schedule before your next late arrival would have severe consequences. sitting with the popular guys & chics after school in detention.

in fact, the one guy you weren’t looking forward to seeing the most was ricky, the boy who had just transferred last year. although being new, he went by this exact motto; “new month, new girl”.

the tall blonde was a total womaniser, a jerk who caught the attention of majority of the female population at school. he was a total dickhead, you just couldn’t get why they were wooed by him. with his honey blonde hair and flashy clothes, the boy radiated one word you could come up with. spoilt.

before you got completely sidetracked by the thoughts of who could be in your class, you ran out the doors and felt the breeze catch up to you, making your skirt slightly fly up as havoc came when you tried to pull and straighten the dainty uniform that the school swore by.

“shit” you muttered, checking the time on your phone which gave you five minutes to make it into the school gates before you were considered being in serious trouble. being late on your first day back wasn’t the ordeal, making you want to avoid landing in detention as the popular guys would tease you, like they already did in class.

this gave you the extra motivation to work those legs and run as fast as you could.

so you did.

you ran for about two minutes before the golden gates of your school started to appear in your sight, giving yourself about a minute or two to catch your breath.

but, one thing caught you off guard. the boy in front of you had his backpack hanging on one arm. you couldn’t piece it together who it was, but it instantly reminded you of ricky.

“oh my GOD”

the tall blonde turned his head back, interlocking his sharp, judging gaze with your eyes as you stood there completely dumbfounded. why did you blurt that out? ricky’s icy glare made you feel small, so small that you could die in a ball right now. the humiliation you just experienced was on a whole other level.

suddenly, he walked towards you and smirked as he parted his cherry coated lips to talk to you.

“are you alright? you don’t have to stare at me like that you know. i don’t bite, princess”

leaving your cheeks flushed an embarrassing hue of red, mr. playboy ruffled your hair to annoy the heck out of you and walked off, acting like nothing ever happened between the two of you. that was his specialty, doing things to girls and then leaving you looking like a distant stranger once he milked the innocence out of them.

at first, you didn’t get why he caught most of the female gaze being a total womaniser, but now you understood. with those alluring eyes and sinister grin, it was enough to send your heart running a marathon. ultimately wanting more.

one problem.

now, your awkward encounter with the people whom you wanted to avoid most, it left you with one minute before the bell rang. rushing forward, the bell rang as you were left panting hysterically, forcing oxygen into your airways as a familiar sound matched your way. mrs. kim’s 5 inch heels.

“detention after school today, miss y/n. no buts or excuses. room 45.”

( sorry if it’s a little tacky!! i drafted this a while ago but i just wanted to get something out. it’s a remake of the old ff, lmk if you wanna be apart of the tag list)

happy new years!!! from me to you :) 🎈 🎊

#kpop imagines #fanfic #shen quanrui #zerobaseone imagines #zb1 #boys planet #zb1 ricky #ricky zerobaseone #shen ricky #quanrui shen #ricky shen

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thetistaboveall · 10 months

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Everything comes to a end as they say but it is not for me obviously when I see someone on the ground in my neighborhood.

I can see it through my windows causing me to dash across to the lawn out of my house to help the person.

It is a handsome guy who I am really lost at the sight of the actually do why I am there my eyes are glued to him.

Removing my cell phone from my tight jean pants back pocket slipping it out to call 911 but then I saw it.

Something told me to look at it glistening in the sun, instead I use the scanner app and take a picture.

The pictures scan over to the app as it whirl spinning out of control consuming the whole thing.

The eyes of this man light up blinking in and off shooting upward in to the sky so bright I am shocked.

The apps open after closing rebooting for me as I see it belongs to me now with my trademark.

I can see the tattoo suddenly appearing on his arms glowing brightly it cover his arm in a sexy statement.

I feel so powerful undoing his shirt my heart skips a beat touching his forehead his entire being is on display.

I can see it like a glimmering universes over me raising me to a higher consciousness he is under my control.

A rush of wind hits me transferring all of his memories, existence and more to me with a simple touch.

His facial expression goes blank completely flopping back the ground he is like a rag doll now.

I smirk heading back in to my home I dig in to my drawer retrieving a pair of scissors and head back to the scene.

Swinging it upward to the sky I cut through his shirt, the belt falls to the grass, shred his jeans.

Chucking it I feel my hand throwing his ugh my sneakers and socks to the side as they are nothing.

He lays half naked in the daylight it is a hot fever dream burning away the inhabitants and the neighborhood.

Nothing else matters to me at this point all I after about is downfall and it will be a splendid one.

“What the fuck is this? Who is he?”

“Enter his name?”

“Ok! Jack Taylor “

“Erasing old persona “

“Completed”

“Take ownership of him?”

“Yes, I will”

“Processing “

“What is your name?”

“Master Lawrence “

“Yyyeeessss! Master Lawrence “

“Begin the commencement “

“Wow! The eyes spiral”

“Beautifully done”

“Who is he?”

“Jack Taylor”

“Perfect “

“Bring him online “

I delight in excitement lifting him up into the air I place him on my shoulders dragging him into the room.

I kick the door open to the front of the house throwing him on to the carpet and slams the door shut.

The door clicks close, I flip the switch open and take pride in the fact that I am now 100 percent the predator.

Smacking my hands together the head of my hands burns fiery hot red and I can’t go touch him.

My back leaning on the door I embrace it so hard, crossing my arms tightly around my upper body.

Flipping the switch a bit higher blaring all of my sight blindly I begin to cover then until my eyes adjust.

Happily picking up his legs is drag on to the carpet sliding next to him and I knelt next to him.

“Sir Yes Sir”

“I am your Master”

“Yes Master”

“I own you “

“You will obey “

“Instructions”

“At my feet”

“Kneel”

“Yes sir”

“Do as I tell you “

“Mmm…hold me like that “

“You like that huh?”

“With all my heart”

“You are my home”

“My life “

“I covet this body “

“Use me….please “

“Listen carefully and understand your place and my protocols.”

“Recreate me”

“Kiss me”

“Smell me”

“Yes! Inhale my scent “

“I love it”

“So intoxicating “

“Oh Master”

“Oh GOD!”

The end

#joel kinnaman #hypnosis #reprogramming #mind control

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[CN] Victor x MC – S2 CH 39 (Eng Translation)

“If the person speaking is you, I don’t need any other explanation.”

“Stop time for me, Victor.”

Do remember to read S2 CH 38 prior to this: Here!

⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a chapter that is yet to be released in the global server. ⌚

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✧ [Context before the split routes] ✧

With the help of a little girl, MC is currently in a time-loop, allowing her to use the extra time the loop grants to her advantage -- i.e., trying to break the rules of the world using the power of the QUEEN, Evol energy, and the dark matter of the universe.

Each spilt route allows MC to obtain the information she needs to do her final showdown.

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✧ [Victor Split CH 39 - 1.1] ✧

Regarding the current situation, “time” is a factor of vital importance that must be identified.

According to the clues at hand right now, at the moment when the countdown ends, the two space-times should completely overlap, thus reaching the so-called “point of destruction.”

Even if I have sufficient energy, I still need to correspond to that particular time––

That critical point in time is clearly the key. Perhaps, I can begin with that.

Immersed in thoughts, I breathe out heavily. Looking at the high-rise buildings in the distance as they gradually bathe in the twilight, I suddenly think about Victor.

He pulled a gun on me before on the skywalk, transferring me to the BS Hall;

And then he gave me the black box through Zehn, handing me the prerequisite to enter the Black Cabin according to my will.

Although he hasn’t explained to me the motives for all these arrangements, through an ineffable feeling, I firmly believe that Victor is changing something in his own way.

If our purposes coincide, then Victor must need the information I know. Likewise, his power will help me as well.

With this thought in mind, I subconsciously take out my phone and dial Victor’s number.

But after a long time, there’s still no answer on the other end of the phone.

MC: Where could he be…?

As I mutter to myself in distress, I suddenly think of something and lift my feet in the direction of the BS Headquarters.

The last time we parted on the rooftop, Victor was carrying out an operation with the people of BS.

Right now, the BS Headquarters is most likely where I’ll be able to find him.

As I think about this, I can’t help accelerating my pace. Very soon, the towering BS Building enters my line of sight.

Preparing myself to face several cross-examinations, I draw a deep breath and lift my feet onto the steps.

But unexpectedly, the building, which has always been heavily guarded, is now empty, and no one is in sight. The only sound in the huge space is the echo of my disarrayed footsteps.

MC: What’s going on here…

Somewhat at a loss, I scan the surrounding. At this moment, I hear what seems to be voices coming from the depths of the hall.

My heart shudders. I cautiously forge ahead following the voices, faintly hearing a few vague words, “...still not connected yet…,” reaching my ears.

The light is obscure, and the corridor is a bit gloomy. As I prudently walk forward, I suddenly see a beam of light reflecting at the end of the hallway.

I advance cautiously, and through the daylight cast by the dome, I can see the dark red curtains hanging down and the seat in the center of the hall.

–– Once again, I’ve returned to the place where I had once been crowned as QUEEN.

It’s only that compared to when I left not long ago, there are a lot more figures in the hall right now. Although the sound of conversations can be heard from time to time, the atmosphere is somewhat solemn.

And those gloomy eyes land on me instantaneously the moment I show up. The immense sense of coercion causes me to hold my breath subconsciously.

I can already spot a few unfamiliar faces in the crowd.

Thinking back to the last time we met and how Victor said he would weed out the rotten parts of BLACK SWAN, a vague conjecture emerges in my heart as I look at those figures in the shadows.

It seems that he has indeed made BS go through rebirth, forming it into a new force in his hands.

Amidst the stares, I calmly straighten my shoulders and surpassing through the cracks between the shadows, I find Victor’s figure.

His head is slightly lifted, and he seems to be gazing over the hall.

Following his gaze, I find a faint golden arc floating in mid-air underneath the dome.

…isn’t that arc of light from the gate of the Black Cabin? How did it suddenly appear here?

Seemingly having already made a judgment in his mind, Victor slowly, very slowly glances in my direction, his gaze revealing a faint sense of oppression.

The instant he sees that it’s me, a trace of surprise plays across his slender eyebrows, and then it’s cast off by a moment of realization.

He doesn’t seem surprised that I’m here.

Taking a deep breath, I lift my foot and walk towards Victor under the attentive gazes of everyone.

As I draw closer to him, his stern eyebrows become increasingly clear on my horizon. In those serene eyes, which are as deep as a pool, I seem to detect a hint of deeply hidden exhaustion.

My heart tightens involuntarily. I suddenly can’t resist the urge to step forward, stroke away that tired complexion, and ask him about what on earth has happened.

But the constantly dwindling countdown above my head is reminiscent of a hanging sword that will fall at any moment, silently alerting me.

I clench my fists, trying hard to calm my emotions.

…Victor led these people to gather here, so that means he must be working out a strategy. In any case, now is not the time to pour out my heart.

I exhale softly, meet Victor’s indifferent gaze, and open my mouth in a steady tone.

MC: Knowing how precious everyone’s time is right now, I’ll get straight to the point.

MC: BOSS, I came looking for you to do a negotiation.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly becomes heavy. Out of the corner of my eyes, I even see someone’s Evol brewing white light.

It seems that so long as Victor gives the order, they will launch attacks on me at any time.

The arc of light from the door of Black Cabin hovers silently in the middle of the hall, and I can almost hear the sound of restrained breathing.

A while later, Victor taps his fingertips on the armrest, not gently but not heavily either.

Victor: Go on.

I tighten my fists a little, speaking every word after measuring them.

MC: I have some information about the overlapping worlds which I can share with all of you.

MC: In all likelihood, this will be a great help to what BS is planning now.

MC: Of course, if we reach a partnership, you guys can also use the power of CORE within me.

Several people next to Victor lift their eyes imperceptibly. Evidently, these words have hit right on the sore point.

A little more confidence suddenly brews in my heart, and then, I hear Victor speak.

Victor: In the situation at present, even if I refuse to do the so-called negotiation, you won’t be able to retreat from BS in one piece.

Victor: I don’t seem to have the need to do things that are unnecessary.

MC: Since I dared to come, I naturally have the means to escape.

MC: You and I are both very pressed for time. So, we don’t need to waste our breaths on this, am I right?

I look at Victor in neither servile nor overbearing manner, my tone not wavering in the slightest.

Victor raises his eyebrows, the corners of his lips faintly arching up into a curve. Then, he opens his mouth unhurriedly.

Victor: What’s your condition?

MC: I don’t have any conditions. BOSS can give me whatever he wants.

MC: After all, I also need as much information as possible to find the answers I want.

Victor gazes at me with an expression that’s hard to decipher, his tone carrying with it a vague sense of oppression.

Victor: The power of BS is not to be used so easily by outsiders.

Victor: The clues you have are not sufficient to be treated as a bargaining chip with BS.

This rejection seems to appear out of the blue. I open my lips, speaking subconsciously.

MC: I still––

Victor: I don’t need the power of CORE either.

Victor: I made that point very clear on the skywalk.

MC: …

Along with these words, Victor’s eyes look away from me coldly and seem to inadvertently and rather suggestively skim over the hall.

I subconsciously follow his line of sight. The moment I see the arc of light, my heart suddenly stirs.

MC: Even if BOSS doesn’t need CORE, I have the power to help you guys.

MC: There are some things that only I can do, isn’t that right?

I straighten up slightly and lock eyes with Victor meaningfully.

Although he still doesn’t say anything, the light in those eyes seems to be a little more affirmative.

The air lapses into a stalemate. I hold my breath, waiting with clenched palms. Victor shoots me a glance and finally nods.

Victor: In that case, tell us. What’s the information you’ve got?

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✧ [Victor Split CH 39 - 1.2] ✧

MC: The sky over this world is now covered with a massive string of countdowns.

MC: As all of you can see, there is now a static “special Loveland City” that is overlapping with ours.

MC: Even though the world is now static in a relative sense, just like the overlapping zones at the beginning, the time hasn’t stopped.

MC: Right now, it’s like we are all sitting on a fast-moving train.

MC: Though entirely unaware of it, it’s incessantly running toward the abyss. The train will collapse at the boundary point, and time––

MC: The moment when the countdown ends, the entire world will be completely overwritten, and the static space-time will start afresh.

MC: The hovering comet in the sky will then resume its motion, falling downwards.

The air of oppression is a little suffocating. I pause before continuing to speak.

MC: According to the stimulation-based calculation, this is how the world is originally set to end.

MC: Everything will come to an end at 19:17.

The room lapses into silence, and one can almost hear the sound of restrained breathing. After a while, Victor speaks.

Victor: And how long do we have before the countdown ends.

I speedily look up at the sky overhead. Against the obscure light and shadow backdrop of the hall, the digits are beating coldly and in a regular pattern.

MC: ...it’s now -43:13:10.

Victor’s figure freezes slightly, but his expression doesn’t give away any surprise.

While I’m a little puzzled, a rustling noise suddenly comes from before me.

A tall, short-haired youth stares into the for a moment with a tight frown on their face before stepping forward and opening their mouth.

??: It seems that the situation is indeed about the same as what we deduced.

From the side, another woman wearing glasses also turns around soon after and walks over to the door in a swift and decisive manner.

??: That being the case, there’s no point in wasting time.

??: We’ll leave first.

As soon as her voice falls, several figures of different sizes start walking out of the hall in tacit agreement. The short-haired youth also nods to Victor and leaves at a brisk pace.

Startled, I watch as less than half of the figures in the hall disappear in an instant. Victor doesn’t intend to stop them and indifferently turns his gaze to me.

Victor: Go on. What’s the solution you have in mind?

I hesitate to withdraw my gaze and open my mouth in a measured tone.

MC: …I have obtained some information.

MC: At the moment of overlap, I will need to use power far beyond the ordinary to change the already fixed course of the world.

MC: Only CORE won’t do. I will need to draw support from a lot of other forces as well.

MC: I will need to make them act simultaneously at that point in time to enable the world to break away from its original trajectory.

MC: Although it may necessarily not be successful, it’s a gamble I must take.

My restless trailing note disappears quietly into the air. Victor’s eyes flicker slightly, and after a while, he suddenly speaks.

Victor: All right. BS has received your message.

Victor: The door of the Black Cabin will be opened now.

With these words, Victor unhurriedly walks beneath the arc of light. Then, he turns sideways and looks at me.

Stunned, I sweep my gaze across the crowd standing in the hall and speak with some uncertainty.

MC: Right now?

Victor: What else? Or do you need me to give you time to mentally prepare yourself?

MC: …

I draw a deep breath and catch up with his footsteps despite so.

Although I’m not clear on what Victor’s intention is for asking me to do this, after all, he is the one who gave me the key to Black Cabin.

And since the negotiation has been reached, my next call is to use the power of BS.

With this thought in mind, I carefully take out the black box and grasp it in my palm with rapt attention, holding my breath.

With previous experience, the process of mobilizing the power is much smoother. Soon, a familiar warm current circulates around my body, and a vague feeling of strength leaps into my chest.

The field of view in front of me suddenly brightens a little, as if there are specs of light constantly converging.

I lift my eyes and see the faint arc of light gradually magnifying into a bright radiance, and the outline of a door of light slowly emerges in the air.

Victor raises his head, gazes quietly at the door of light for a moment, and then turns to look at me.

Victor: BS will honor its commitment, as promised.

MC: …I’ve got the words of BOSS. I’m relieved.

Victor seems to chuckle softly, his gaze sweeping over the fluorescent colors surging behind the door of light. I hastily open my mouth.

MC: So, BOSS, tell me what you think about this information.

Victor releases a “Mm,” lifting his chin lightly in the direction of the corridor.

Victor: [voice finally drops to the “Victor-softness”] Let’s go for a walk outside.

I freeze for a moment, realizing the next second that he seems to want to speak to me alone.

I shoot a glance across the entire hall and nod, taking the lead in walking toward the corridor and organizing the words in my mind.

But what I haven’t noticed is that Victor seemed to slow down his pace inadvertently.

The sound of footsteps in the corridor gradually fades away. Only at this moment does Victor lifts his eyes and catches up with the girl’s pace.

The moment before leaving the corridor, he glances behind him and opens his mouth in a quiet voice.

Victor: [even softer] You can continue.

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They are walking on the street. Seeing people stopping to take photos of the static comet and resuming their strides, MC is musing about how people naturally start to accept the anomalies after a certain period.

At this moment––

??: Mom–– this is delicious. It’s so delicious!

A young and tender voice suddenly drifts from behind me. I turn my head and see a mother with her young daughter in her arms, coming towards us.

She strokes her daughter’s head tenderly, seemingly not noticing us. The child smiles and tries to lift the cake to her mouth, and as she is brushing past us, the kid’s hand suddenly tilts.

The identical scene took place in Souvenir before the comet descended, and I can’t help but be shaken to my soul.

–

[Tidbits]: MC is referring to S1 CH 37 Victor’s route btw~

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Just as it appears that I’m about to be rubbed by the cake, my arm is suddenly pulled, and I’m brought to the side by Victor.

MC: …!

The young mother pauses in her footsteps uneasily, asking apologetically how I’m doing. I hurriedly wave my hand.

MC: It’s all right. I’m fine.

Victor sweeps his eyes over me up and down, speaking lightly.

Victor: [to the mother] Watch the road.

The young mother nods her head, apologizes, and leaves with her child in her arms.

Looking at their carefree and untroubled figures from behind, I sigh unconsciously, only to hear Victor suddenly speak.

Victor: [more like a whisper] I seem to have seen this scene before.

I freeze for a moment, turning my head around vigorously to look at Victor.

Shifting from the figures of the mother and child, he is gazing thoughtfully at the stars in the sky, but his expression shows a trace of certainty.

…could it be that the overlapping phenomenon, which exacerbates fluctuations, also has an impact on memories?

Or is he simply stating a point of view on the overlapping of worlds?

However, at this moment, I’m still incapable of saying anything. After a moment’s hesitation, I only purse my lips.

The noise of traffic drifts faintly from a distance. Feeling how silent I am, Victor glances at me.

Victor: If you can’t destroy the box, there will be nothing else left to be done.

Victor: Regardless of what form the cat in the box takes, it won’t matter at that point.

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[Tidbits]: To clarify, Victor’s whisper earlier was about his memories, which he states later too. And here, he is talking about Schrödinger’s cat theory.

–

He makes this statement speciously, and I purse my lips in bewilderment.

MC: …box? Cat? What does it mean? Is it related to the plan you’re working on now?

Victor doesn’t answer my question.

He turns his head and simply looks at the comet in the sky again, changing the thread of discussion.

Victor: According to your reasoning, to prevent the overlap between the two worlds, it would take an extreme amount of energy.

Victor: This is something even beyond the scope of the Space-Time Bureau to resolve.

Victor: So, whatever you plan to do, there is one thing I can tell you with certainty.

The giant comet hangs in the sky as if it’s ready to come down at any moment. But the reflection it casts on Victor’s back is unable to cut down his drive for even a little bit.

Victor: The moment the countdown ends, that one instant is not enough for you to solve the problem.

My heart can’t help but sink a few notches along with these words.

MC: It means there is no possibility of solving this…

The air seems to sink into silence. Following this, Victor gazes at me for a long, long time, and then he smiles abruptly.

This smile is wrapped in an explicable depth of meaning, as if it depicts the faith and pride of simply putting one’s all into a fight when faced with desperate straits.

Victor: But I can elongate that instant.

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✧ [Victor Split CH 39 - 1.4] ✧

MC: …!

My eyes widen slightly, and I’m just about to speak. But Victor reduces his pace and stops in front of a building.

I subconsciously follow his gaze. A gray, towering church stands against the backdrop of the night, as though overlooking the turmoil of everything.

Victor stares at it quietly for a moment. Soon after, he lifts his feet to mount the steps.

Victor: Let’s go inside and have a look.

Victor raises his hand as he speaks, pushing open the closed door.

–

I follow his steps. As we draw nearer, we find that the solemn church is now completely empty.

There are only a few black crows perched on the dust-covered benches, combing their feathers peacefully. I glance around and sigh softly.

MC: …it seems that everyone is a bit apathetic to the crisis. No one is coming to pray.

MC: If people learn that the world is about to perish, I’m afraid they won’t have the heart to come here even more.

Victor shakes his head. By the time he opens his mouth, his voice has regained his characteristic forever calmness.

Victor: On the contrary, this place will be packed with people at the time.

Victor: When despair reaches the pinnacle, and powerlessness becomes apparent, one can only hope and pray.

Victor: Churches, temples… they will desperately long for a pair of hands that can pull them out of the abyss.

Victor: Whether it comes from the gods, or some other unknown forces.

The intense colors of the night filter in through the glass windows, silently projecting into this spacious and empty space. The fine specks of dust quietly float in the air.

I close my eyes, and I can almost see the scene of this place being flooded with prayers and the sound of cries. My heart suddenly indescribably feels a little sour.

If there really is a god in this world who can save all this, perhaps I will also fall to my knees in despair, praying for a stable tomorrow for myself and my loved ones;

But the unceasingly approaching countdown above my head doesn’t allow me to immerse myself in this delusion.

There is nowhere else to place my hopes but in myself. The only thing I can do right now is to grab hold of the only opportunity I have.

I breathe out softly, and after a moment, I incline my head to look at Victor’s side profile.

MC: The thing you said just earlier… what did you mean?

Victor gazes fixedly into my eyes and speaks in a profound tone.

Victor: I meant it literally.

Victor: At the moment when the countdown ends, you need to use the power to change the ending of the world’s destruction. But a split second of time may not be sufficient to sustain you to get it done.

Victor: I don’t precisely know the basis of your action, but I trust your judgment.

Victor: I can pause that instant for you and elongate your time.

Victor: Make good use of it and strive for more possibilities.

MC: …!

My eyes widen slightly. Just as I’m about to speak, I’m interrupted.

Victor: I know you’re looking for the power to change the course of the world.

Victor: But that’s the extent of what I can do for you now.

Victor’s voice seems a little softer than in the past. Realizing something, I shake my head.

MC: That’s enough. After all, the responsibility of finding that power falls upon the CORE.

I pause as I speak, looking into the deep colors of his eyes, and speak one word at a time.

MC: Victor, actually… I’ve already begun my actions to this end. We’re in a time loop right now.

MC: I used someone else’s Evol to extend 48 hours before the countdown ends.

MC: This will buy me as much time as I need to prepare for the requirements.

Victor listens to me quietly, and after a while, he perks up the corners of his lips.

Victor: Reasonable and good response.

Blinking, I gaze at him with a bit of playfulness.

MC: That’s all? And here I was, hoping you could give me some guidance.

Victor: [even softer than before] Dummy.

Along with this word, a large, warm, and powerful hand gently lands on my head.

Victor: [sighs helplessly] You’re already doing very well.

Victor: I have a far less clear grasp of the truth than you do, and I will not be able to respond to it any better than you.

Victor: Over the years, I have heard my own voices in my head, but I don’t have any memories related to them.

Victor: I have also faced many situations that cannot be explained by common sense.

Victor: I had already put together the approximate picture in my mind. And now, as the overlap constantly intensifies, the complete image is gradually becoming clear.

MC: …!

I can’t help but freeze for a moment, suddenly thinking of something.

Regardless of whether it was the first time I met Victor in this restarted world or the time I ran into danger in the hospital, I indeed heard Victor’s voice in my mind.

–

[Tidbits]: Refreshing the callbacks – Victor is referring to his flashbacks throughout S2 (both in the story and R&S), and specifically S2 CH 4, CH 25, CH 31~ And MC here is specifically referring to their reunion 4 years ahead of time– “Meeting in the past date” and S2 CH 4.

–

It turns out he has detected something is amiss with this world since such a long time ago?

I purse my lips, but feel Victor running his fingers through my hair, as though giving me a kind of reassurance.

Victor: All the existence that worries you now, I will make it end with that ending.

Victor: Don’t worry about it. Just go do what you want to do.

Victor: You can do it.

Victor’s tone is calm, and it reveals a certainty.

Beginning from the moment we met, even though he’s been vaguely aware that I’m shouldering some secrets, he still chose to trust me.

He chose to be part of my strength and my confidence.

A slight sourness surges into the rims of my eyes. I look into his eyes and nod slowly.

MC: [tears in eyes] …Mm, I will do it.

–

[Anika’s Notes]: dropping it bc why not–– the music for this part is his 5th birthday BGM, so you can imagine how deeply this hits~ ;-;

–

As if in response to my words, the church bells ring out suddenly, reverberating loudly in the spacious and empty hall.

Given a scare, the crows resting on the benches suddenly fly up, their pitch-black feathers slowly floating down along with the long, coarse cry.

The crisscrossing light and shadow of the glass windows shine on Victor’s body, and the tender colors also reflect in that pair of serene eyes, reminiscent of a beautiful dream.

Although this moment is brief, it’s enough to give me the encouragement to move forward.

I look up at the time above my head–– it’s already time for this cycle to end.

I withdraw my gaze and speak softly to Victor.

MC: Victor, I’m going to restart this period of time.

MC: There are still some things waiting for me to figure out.

Victor doesn’t say anything more. Like the countless goodbyes before, he only looks at me gently and nods.

Victor: [gentlest of the voices to exist] Go.

I answer a soft “Mm.” But suddenly thinking of something, I open my mouth with hesitation.

MC: But when time reinstates, you won’t remember anything that happened now.

MC: [pouty] The promise you made to elongate time for me, will it still be valid at that time?

Victor seems to curl the corners of his lips into a smile. He takes a step closer in my direction and lifts his hands, bringing me into his arms.

Victor: [gentlest of the voices to exist] On this matter, you don’t ever need to harbor doubts.

Victor: [gentlest of the voices to exist x2] As long as you find me before that moment arrives, I will honor my promise.

His reassuring scent seeps into every breath I take. I hug the person in front of me back and speak in a muffled voice.

MC: [still pouty] So when that moment comes, do I have to explain the situation to you from scratch again?

A very soft chuckle drifts to my ears.

Victor: [gentlest of the voices to exist x3] No need.

Victor: [gentlest of the voices to exist x10] If the person speaking is you, I don’t need any other explanation.

Apprehension, hesitation, restlessness…

All the haze lingering in my heart dissipates at this moment in the ringing of the church bells, and in the warmth of this man’s arms.

I take a deep breath, look up into his eyes, and make my promise as I utter it word by word.

MC: Victor, the answer you want to know will surely drop at that end.

MC: Even if I’m unable to achieve it this time, I will keep striving until the moment it happens.

Victor: Mm, I believe that.

I lift the corners of my lips and gently let go of my grip on his coat.

MC: Victor, see you later.

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•─────⋅◍♡◍⋅─────•

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✧ [CH 39-3] ✧

[Note]: Players have to complete all 5 split routes to reach this stage.

MC thanks the little girl for her help. Then, she contacts the other boys via phone call (Lucien, Helios, Gavin) to let them know about the information she ultimately has, so that they can continue as planned.

Then—

MC runs for the BS Headquarters—

—

The door of light of the Black Cabin still stations there quietly in the center of the hall. Probably Victor is still carrying out his plan.

Time ticks by second by second. There is very little time left in the countdown, but my heart is exceptionally tranquil.

If hard work is said to be the backbone behind any success, then what I’m carrying now on my back is in no way simply my solo effort.

The countless figures who have advanced on different paths, sparing no effort, are what have given me the unbounded motivation to have the courage to face the future.

The next second, Victor walks out of the shadows along with the twelve main gods.

He stands at the head of the crowd with a fully concentrated gaze, the light descending from the dome outlining his solemn and proud expression.

He stares at me. The moment our eyes interlock, I see a trace of pacifying reassurance streaming through his eyes.

I steel my mind and stand on the high platform of the throne, looking at everyone with a calm expression.

MC: I am BLACK SWAN QUEEN.

MC: Stop time for me, Victor.

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⏳ Victor’s Split Route (CH 40): Here!

[Heads-up from Anika]: will highly recommend reading / revisiting Victor’s S1 CH 37 split route, and “Meeting in the Past Date” as preparation for the split route ahah—— ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

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#HEAVENS!!! the way that final part gave me shivers LOL *bows to Her Majesty and His Majesty* 👑#the irony of MC’s last line though🫠 one of Victor’s character tagline is — “I want your time to stop only for me.”#AND THE WAY SHE GOES AND SAYS– “DO IT”🤣🫠anyway jokes aside— she says later how her time does only stop for him “in the literal sense” ;-;#Another thing: the way the writers highlighted Victor’s “Christ Figure” themes – was MORE STRIKING THAN EVER——#also the tacit understanding. chemistry. silent communication. unconditional trust– EVERYTHING Victor x MC ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ #mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc #mr love victor #mr love queen's choice #恋与制作人 #李泽言 #love and producer #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc translations

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Hey, Storm! Do you know where the information that Tae protected Jimin from bullying comes from? I've been trying to find a source for it, with no luck.

People took something and blew it up to exaggeration to the finest degree. The grain of truth this statement comes from is from Jimin and Tae talking about going to high-school together and how they first met etc in 2014

In the Hanryupia 2014 January Issue to be specific. Here is the exact translation of the school part in particular:

JIMIN:「It was really shocking! I moved into the dormitory in May 2012, about 1 year after V. On the first day, I went to his room to greet him and he was wearing bright red boxers lying on the bed! I became anxious while thinking that I came to an unbelievable place. (Laughs)」

V: 「I was also surprised. You came in so suddenly, I thought it was a hidden camera. Anyways, you saw my lucky underwear like that… (crestfallen)」

JIMIN: 「That night, with V’s suggestion, the 3 of us with Jungkook, we slept all tangled up together in the living room. I’m shy with strangers so it felt uncomfortable, but V approached me with an open mind so I felt relaxed straight away. I had a good time.」

V:「That’s right. The 3 of us slept together. We only wore underwear (laughs) it was like a frank/ straightforward friendship? The next day, Jimin and I went to school. Maybe it was because he transferred to a new school and it was the first day for him, he was really nervous. On the way to school, he said things like 『Gangnam is incredible.』 He was talking randomly in a stiff Busan dialect, it was cute.」

JIMIN: 「As soon as we arrived to the school, V introduced me to the teachers and his friends. I’m grateful (for that).」

V: 「During the break, you were all alone at the back of the classroom, fidgeting with your phone right? I was surprised so I got angry at my friends and said: 『why are you not talking to my friend?』 Then my friend replied: 『I talked for 20 minutes, but Jiminie only answered my questions, he was quiet so I stopped talking.』 How shy are you with strangers~」

JIMIN: 「I was worrying that they might laugh at my Busan dialect…」

V: 「Surprisingly, dialects are popular among the Seoul kids. But I didn’t tell them that I was from Daegu (laughs).」

JIMIN: 「Recently, I feel like I’m forgetting my dialect. But, my standard Korean still isn’t perfect. So now it has became Jimin-language, mixing standard Korean with Busan dialect. What if the Japanese fans accidently memorizes the things that I have said (laughs).」

V:「That would be a big trouble. Everyone, please be careful~ Other memories from high school?」

JIMIN: 「Eating snacks everyday with V. At that time, I didn’t have to be on a diet so I ate about 6 meals a day. During lunch time, we bought and ate snacks and ramen from the school’s snack bar, we also went to a restaurant regularly near the school. Ah, that was youth (laughs).」

V: 「Summing everything up, I’m Jiminie’s close friend that is always next to you whether it’s in the dormitory or school.」

JIMIN: 「You’re more than a close friend. You’re my savior! So you’re very precious (to me) and I want to be with you even when we become grandfathers. ♥」

And full translations of the entire interview (though I copied like over half of it) can be found here as well as the trans credit to Kimmy-trans

Seunghee, a member from Oh My Girl, actually also went to High school with them and spoke about their school years friendship and how she is still friends with both Tae and Jimin to this day and that they would cheer for and congratulate each other on accomplishments. She mentioned this when she appeared on the show Happy Together. She said when asked if she was friends with BTS in high school that "Yes, with V and Jimin. In high school, Jimin was in the same class as me and V was in a different class. I knew V first and then Jimin transferred to our school. [V] asked me to take good care of Jimin, so we became friends.” she also shared “I still remember how all Jimin cared about was practicing. He’d practice until dawn, so he was half a zombie and completely exhausted when he came to school.” and how “V would practice dancing while looking at the reflection in the subway screen door. I’d watch him and be so surprised.”.

She also talked about their continued support and friendship even now, this was from 2019. So I love seeing how that friendship continued in their lives. “We still contact each other. They’re on tour right now. Whenever I’m going through difficult times, they tell me to talk about it instead of burying it. MAMA was my first award show so I told them I was really nervous, but they told me that I looked really great on stage. I felt really thankful.”

And she shared a photo of her and Tae from school way back when lol and she also has mentioned that vmin are some of her closest celebrity friends since they had gone to school together. 💙💙

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This lowkey turned into a Vmin/Seunghee appreciation post. Lmfao but honestly, no there wasn't any bullying. There was Jimin being shy and anxious and WORRIED about being teased due to his accent, and Tae being an amazing friend to him and helping Jimin feel more comfortable both at the dorm and at school and integrating him into his friend group at school and helping build those connections. But no mention of bullying anywhere except for ARMYs dramatizing everything 😅

Vmins first time meeting being with Tae just in his underwear snd then a maknae line cuddle puddle to sleep followed promptly by Tae showing Jimin off around school and introducing him to all their friends is just soo.... VMIN of them. Lmfao and their friendship with Seunghee lasting through high-school and just continuing on is so wholesome and sweet.

#vmin best friends #vmin soulmates #vmin first meeting and school days #vmin and seunghee friendship #vmin protecting each other #vmin soulmates and the cutest friendship

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It’s not midnight in the UK yet so technically I’m still on time. Also, I didn’t have access to my laptop until literally 10pm so I wrote this very quickly. Anyway!! It’s asexuality day so I was not going to miss it!

@thunder-pride

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At age thirteen, everyone suddenly seemed to transfer from little kids into fledgling adults. In other words, their interests miraculously transformed overnight from dragons and mermaids and other such innocent games to… well, each other. Some experienced this change in focus early, others a little later, or, in Gordon’s case, not at all.

He blamed the fact that he’d been on swim teams for practically his entire life and so seeing semi-naked bodies wasn’t a novelty. He just didn’t care. While others were obsessing over who had kissed who and which upperclassman was the cutest, he was fixated on improving his turn during relays. He assumed that the feelings would magically arrive one day in the not-so-distant future. Like, say, his sixteenth birthday.

Only they never did.

Which wasn’t necessarily an issue until his girlfriend started putting her hands where he really did not want hands going and their subsequent messy breakup became the talk of the school. Daisy was determined to emerge with her reputation intact and so spread rumours regarding his lack of interest in anything below the waist. Unfortunately, there was little teenagers loved more than gossip. It spread like wildfire. And so, faced with the realisation that his non-existent feelings were not a commonplace experience, Gordon was hit with the terrifying possibility that there was something wrong with him.

The only blessing was that the story unravelled on a Friday, giving him an entire weekend to rest and recuperate in the darkness of his bedroom with his phone left on airplane mode. He hadn’t accounted for John’s presence, namely because John was supposed to be halfway across the country at Harvard but had chosen this week of all weeks to come home for a visit. So, if Gordon had hoped that his new status as a recluse would go unnoticed, he was very unlucky. John wasn’t the most socially adept guy, but he was pretty damn good at reading his brothers.

So, now they were here, tucked into a booth at a tiny roadside diner. John had given their father some excuse about getting Gordon some driving experience now that he finally had his learner’s permit and they had promptly fled before Jeff could question them further. It was approaching half-ten at night and so the place was mostly empty with the exception of a truck driver nursing a black coffee in the far corner.

Gordon kicked his sneakers under the table and drew his feet up to sit criss-cross. John took one look at his Finding Nemo socks and gave a fond sigh. Around them, lights flickered and glowed, filling the place with a low-level electrical hum. From the highway, the diner mimicked a beacon – packed to the brim with unusual lanterns, patterned lamps, fairy lights, neon signs and even rainbow LEDs around the rim of each table.

It was a mess of colour and Gordon loved it. He watched the reflection across the red-and-white tiles, curling into his corner of the booth to rest his head against the window while John scrolled through the holographic menu. The various sights and smells were almost enough to distract him from the issue at hand but then the memory of whispers and stares resurfaced in a nauseating wave. He curled his arms around his stomach and willed time to run in reverse.

“Okay, start talking.” John sent their order across to the kitchen and sat forward to give Gordon his full attention. His expectant look softened as he noticed Gordon’s nervous fidgeting. “Did something happen?”

“Um…” Gordon tugged the cuffs of his hoodie over his knuckles. “Maybe.” He yanked at a stray thread and tried to ignore the way his fingers were trembling. “It’s… Can you, uh… Promise you won’t tell anyone?”

“I can’t make that promise unless you swear that whatever’s bothering you isn’t a threat to your safety.”

“What?” He tore his gaze away from the tabletop to stare incredulously. “John, what the hell? What do you think I’ve been doing?”

“It’s you,” John pointed out wryly.

Gordon returned his focus to his frayed hoodie sleeves again.

“No, I’m not in trouble. Not like that, anyway. It’s…” He couldn’t get his hands to stay still. “So, um. Daisy and I broke up.” He looped a drawstring around his thumb and tugged absently. “Actually, she dumped me and then said a bunch of shi- stuff. She said a bunch of stuff. And now everyone else is saying stuff.”

John’s eyes narrowed slightly. His voice remained gentle but there was an undertone of protective fury which promised repercussions for anyone who had ever said a bad word about his younger brother.

“Can you elaborate on stuff?”

Gordon gave a loose shrug. “Just, um, I dunno. That I’m, um, weird because I don’t want to, like, uh, go further with her.”

“Okay,” John said simply. “So, you’re not ready for that yet. Not many are at your age. You’d be surprised by how many people lie about having relations.”

“Don’t say relations, jeez. How old are you? You sound like a fossil, Johnny.”

“Thanks,” John deadpanned. “You can pay for your own fries now. And hey, how many times do I have to remind you not to call me Johnny?”

Gordon shook his head with a faint grin which swiftly faded. “It’s not just about being ready.” His voice came out humiliatingly small. “I don’t think I want to do… that. Not with anyone. Ever.”

John shrugged. “Then don’t.”

“What- I- John. What’s that supposed to…? It’s not that easy!”

“It’s exactly that easy. If you don’t want to sleep with anyone, don’t.”

Gordon swiped a sleeve across his eyes angrily as his vision blurred. “But doesn’t that mean there’s something wrong with me?”

John drew a sharp breath. “Gordon. Hey, look at me for a second?” His gaze was searching, more earnest and softer than Gordon could ever recall John being with him. “There is nothing wrong with you. Okay? I promise you.”

“You swear?”

“I swear on Mom.”

Gordon found himself momentarily speechless. There was a brief pause as their milkshakes and fries arrived. He took great delight in the curly straw in his chocolate milkshake – and it was telling of just how worried John was when he made no comment about childish behaviour – and had inhaled almost an entire third of the fries before John ventured,

“Have you ever heard of the term asexuality?”

Gordon took another long slurp of milkshake and shook his head.

“Asexuality means you experience little or no sexual attraction. You’re not alone, Gords. An estimated one percent of the entire population are asexual.”

“That’s a really low percentage.”

John plucked a fry from the basket and chewed as he mentally calculated. “It sounds that way, but it’s actually a lot of people. The global population is approximately nine point eight billion. That makes ninety-eight million of them asexual. It doesn’t seem such a small proportion now, does it?”

Gordon ducked his head to hide his face and busied himself with the fries. “So… there’s nothing wrong with me? It’s okay to not want… that?”

“It’s perfectly normal.”

“Oh.” The rush of relief was so strong that Gordon nearly choked on it. He blinked furiously while John pretended not to notice and surreptitiously slid a tissue within reach. “That’s… huh. So, I’m… I’m asexual?”

John shot him a fond look. “I can’t tell you. That part’s up to you. But if you are, it’s nothing to be ashamed of and you’re not alone. There is an incredible community of people just like you.”

Gordon summoned a damp smile. “Thanks, Johnny.”

“Again with the Johnny? Really?”

“Oh my god, fine. Thanks… space-case.”

“Okay, c’mon. Let’s head out. Bedtime for squids.”

“John.”

“Nope. We’re leaving. I’ll even pay for your fries… on one condition.”

Gordon jogged to catch up with him. “Which is…?”

It could have been the lighting, but John’s smile seemed suspiciously evil. “I’d like a list of every kid who made fun of you.”

“Why?”

“No reason.”

“Johnny.”

“Oh, now I’m definitely not telling you.”

#i wrote half of this on my phone whilst having a minor meltdown in a field #so if it's completely terrible i'm very sorry #i tried #there are probably many errors but i'll fix them tomorrow #also i had to learn for this fic that the projected global population for the 2050s is 9.8 billion like?? what?? that seems insane to me #anyway #time to post this before it actually does hit midnight #thunderpride #thunderpride 2023 #thunderbirds are go

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Not the Same

Jake and (Name) were the closest of friends. Lives across the street from each other and grew up together. They knew they’d be in each other’s lives for ever. At least…They thought they would. That changed when Jake had to move away for university. The kept in contact but it was just not the same. Now, they’re change to reunite is here. (Name) is ecstatic to see her best friend again. Jake…It’s hard to tell how he feels about it. But (Name) soon realizes that their friendship is not the same. He…is not the same.

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(Name): Hey Jake☺️

Jake: Heyyyy (Name)

(Name): Guess what?

Jake: OMG! Are you pregnant?😱 I didn’t think it would happen so soon…😔

(Name): ???? Why is that your first thought? And I’m not pregnant!

Jake: Is your mom pregnant?😢

(Name): No! No one’s pregnant!

Jake: So no new siblings? Then what’s going on?🙄

(Name): Me and mom are moving

Jake: Don’t tell me you’re going to be even farther away from me…

(Name): Don’t worry about it🤭

Jake: I’m scared???

Jake: Hello???????

Jake: Currently calling the police !

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(Name) laughed as she turned off her phone. She leaned her head against the window as her mom drove to the airport. “Are you happy to finally be able to see Jake again?” Her mom asked. Jake. Her childhood best friend. Her only friend actually. They practically spent their whole lives together.

Until…Jake had to move away for college. They still kept in touch, but certainly not as much as they used to. They went from FaceTiming everyday, to phone calls every few days, to barely even texting. But now, (Name) was finally going to meet him again after all this time since she’s transferring to his school. “I can’t wait!” She said, the excitement clear in her voice.

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Before they knew it, they were already on the plane. After their flight, they had already arrived in their new town. And of course, the first place (Name) went was Jake’s house.

She was able to get the address from her mom who got it from Jake’s mom. (Name) knocked on the door as soon as she arrived. The door opened a minute later.

A girl with short, dark red hair opened the door. (Name) was startled at the girl, “Um…excuse me…?” (Name) started unsurely. “I’m here to see my friend, Jake. Does he live here?” The girl nodded before turning her head towards the inside of the house. “Jake! Someone’s here to see you!” She shouted. “Tell Jay for the last time that I’m not going to the gym with him!” A man yelled from somewhere inside. The girl let out a deep sigh then yelled, “It’s some girl!” The boy came to the door immediately.

Once Jake came, the girl went back into the house. “(Name)?!” He exclaimed, shock evident in his face. “Wh..what are you doing here?!” He looked like a deer caught in headlights. “Well…I did tell you I was moving,” (Name) said with a grin. “You didn’t tell me you were moving here…” Jake muttered more to himself than anyone else. “So…um…It’s good to see you again?” (Name) said, trying to keep the conversation going. Jake just shook his head and moved closer to (Name). He was about to hug her when he stopped himself. Instead, he gave her an awkward smile. “Was that your girlfriend…?” (Name) suddenly asked. “What?! No way! That’s just…ew…No. She’s just my roomate. We go the same university.”

“Um, Anyway, I should get going now. Me and mom have to unpack,” (Name) said, taking a step back. “Okay…see you later,” Jake replied awkwardly. (Name) smiled at him and turned around. But right before she left the door, he called out to her. “Wait! (Name)! I can help you with moving in tomorrow. My friends can come to and they go the gym a lot so they’ll be a lot of help.” (Name) grinned. “Thanks! I’ll text you the address!” She waved at him and jogged down the street.

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The next day, Jake and his friends arrived at (Name)’s house. (Name)’s mom greeted them by the front door and let them in. “It’s so nice to see you again, Jake. Look how big you’ve gotten!” Jake chuckled and gave her a hug, “It’s nice to see you too.”

When he pulled back, he started to introduce his friends. He pointed to the boy with platinum hair, “That’s Sunghoon.” “And that’s Jay,” he said as he pointed to boy with dark blue hair. “They’re my other roommates,” Jake said. “It’s nice to meet you,” Jay said as he gave (Name) and her mom a handshake. Sunghoon just gave them a nod.

“Let’s get started!” (Name)’s mom clapped her hands excitedly. “Jake, could you please help get the boxes from the moving truck? Jay and Sunghoon can help with putting (Name)’s things in her room.” “Sure thing!” Jake followed (Name)’s mother, leaving (Name), Jay, and Sunghoon alone. “Come on,” Sunghoon said as he grabbed some boxes labeled ‘(Name).’ Jay and (Name) followed him, each picking up a box as well.

The three made their way to (Name)’s bedroom. Sunghoon set the boxes down on the floor with Jay and (Name) following suit. “How’d you get Jake to help you with this?” Sunghoon asked her. “What do you mean?” (Name) replied, confused. “Jake wouldn’t help someone move in if he doesn’t know them. Well-actually…” Sunghoon shrugged. “What? Me and Jake are childhood friends. We’ve known each other our whole lives.” (Name) furrowed her brows in confusion. “You’re childhood friends? He’s never mentioned you before,” Jay said. (Name) nodded, “He never mentioned me? At all?” “Nope,” Sunghoon answered.

(Name) remained quiet, unsure how to feel. Sunghoon shrugged his shoulders and went back downstairs to get more boxes. Jay pat (Name) on the back, “Don’t think too much of it. He probably had his reasons. But…if I had a friend as pretty as you…I don’t think I’d ever stop talking about you.” (Name) blushed at Jay’s compliments. Jay smiled and patted her shoulder again, then went back downstairs. (Name) shook her head and made her way downstairs as well.

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“Ahh…” Jay stretched. “Man, moving day sucks so hard.” Jake chuckled at his friend. They had just put the last few boxes in one of the rooms and were heading back to the living room where (Name) and her mom were. “Thank you, boys! How much do I owe you?” “Oh, no worries,” Jake assured her, “We’re just happy we could help.” (Name)’s mom smiled, grateful. She thanked them again and told them that they could go home now. “See you at school tomorrow?” Jay asked (Name). “Yeah! See you tomorrow!” (Name) replied. “See you later,” Jake said as hugged (Name)’s mom. “Bye guys!” She waved at them as they went outside. Once they were gone, (Name) closed the door behind them. “Welp. Let’s get the blowup mattresses,” (Name) sighed.

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And just like that, the day of (Name)’s first day of school had come. She got dressed and put on her shoes as she sat on the bed. Suddenly, she heard a buzz beside her. She grabbed her phone and unlocked it. It was a message from Jake.

Jake: Do you need a ride to school? Jay’s offering

(Name): If you have enough room, sure. Thanks :)

Jake: We’ll pick you up in five.

(Name): K see you then

—–

Five minutes later, (Name) heard a knock on the front door. She opened the door to see Jake standing there. “Hey. Ready to go?” He asked her. “Yup.” She nodded her head. She and Jake made their way to Jay’s car. As soon as they got in, Jay drove off. “Thanks for the ride,” (Name) told him. “No problem,” Jay said. The rest of the drive was in silence. (Name) felt uncomfortable; she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the courage.

“So…how do you guys all know each other?” She finally spoke after what felt like forever. “Well…me and Sunghoon have know each other since middle school. Thrn we met Jake freshman year of university when the three of us were assigned to work on a project together. We just kinda hit it off after that,” Jay answered. “I see…” (Name) nodded her head in understanding. After a few more minutes of driving and talking, they finally arrived at school.

#jake sim #enhypen jake x reader #Enhypen Jake #childhood friends #falling out #help

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bloodcandied · 9 months

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Death Addiction 亡瘾 Chapter 4

When Xu Tuo was not at home, in fact, I would secretly investigate his identity.

"Xu Tuo" was a fake identity, from beginning to end. In a waterproof bag under his bed, there were several spare sets of fake identities.

If he wanted to hide it though, he could have done so in a more difficult place. Perhaps we'd been together so long that all those initial cautions we'd had about each other had begun to dull, as if two gentle, harmless creatures living together could never feed in the same cage.

I originally thought he'd be back in a few days, but it turned out that after two weeks, it was as if the man had evaporated, and I hadn't even heard from him. I even took the risk of checking the morgue to see if there was an additional unclaimed and mysterious body out in the field.

Usually, I'd use the excuse of "rushing back to cook for my roommate" to put off the fellowship organized by the unit. These days I didn't make it back to cook, so I was immediately seized by my colleagues. Two team leaders dragged me to the car while counting me down: "Xiao Dai you are too withdrawn, too withdrawn. You're the type that young girls like nowadays, so be confident."

I don't know if they'd be surprised if I told them that not only did young girls like me, but serial killers did too.

The restaurant I was whisked away to was a Japanese barbecue place in the center of town, where people sat next to each other, and the leader of the group, who was a friend of Uncle Zhou's, tried desperately to get me to go mingle with girls.

--That was the day I met Qi Mengzhu.

Like me, he was obviously dragged here by his own coworkers, and looked out of place among a bunch of hot people. But his expression was much softer than mine. In his words, when he saw me sitting on the opposite side of the table with a sour face that day, he thought I was the one responsible for paying the bill.

In fact, it was quite surprising to meet someone like Mr. Qi at the party. He was thirty-five years old, with handsome features, well-mannered, and well-suited. And our fellowship was a joint venture, and he was the company's senior manager.

I could feel the difference in how women treated the two of us - this man appeared to be here for the purpose of dating, like a red blooded beast ready to destroy a village.

Listening to the chat across the table, his father was one of the directors of the company. Qi Mengzhu graduated from business studies in the UK, spent a few years in the overseas sector, and was transferred back to China last year, with a flawless resume, and could be said to be a veritable rich second generation.

I was a little shaken.

After staying with Xu Tuo for such a long time, suddenly meeting Qi Mengzhu, an animal destined to live in the sun from birth, made me momentarily lack a sense of reality.

In the restaurant, the smell of barbecue and the sound of chatting intertwined into a cloud of hot smoke. I sat there playing with my cell phone, and suddenly, my foot was kicked.

A few seconds later, I reacted, and realized that Mr. Xiao Qi was the one kicking me. He smiled at me, "Does your department usually have to touch corpses?"

"Probably have to." I answered simply. Like a bug in the gutter afraid of meeting dry sunlight, I instinctively moved away from him, afraid of being exposed to the sunlight.

He kicked me gently again.

"-I thought male employees in your kind of organization weren't allowed to have long hair."

I'd read the regulations carefully before I started, and all it said was that no shorts were allowed to be worn to work.

The grill in front of us was a little charred, and no one paid much attention to the grill. Qi Mengzhu wiped his hands on a hot towel and took a clip to flick the cooked vegetables to the sides, one piece of meat to the left and one to the right, holding them level from side to side.

--Towel rests, chopstick holders, seasoning plates, cell phones ...... everything on his side was neatly placed point to point, corner to corner.

"Dai Xueming," he called to me, "are you hungry?"

Qi Mengzhu used a clip to hold the meat and came over to my plate; I was still lost in thought, and my cell phone screen was displaying the interface to send a message to someone - what was Xu Tuo doing right now?

"Dai, the other Qi is talking to you." The team leader reminded me.

I looked back. The meat Qi Mengzhu was holding was dripping a string of grease, and perhaps it was an illusion, but a short flash of disgust crossed his eyes.

"I'm not hungry." I gave him a very insensitive reply, "I'm going to the restroom."

The barbecue place was booming on the weekends, but the hallway to the restroom at the back of the store wasn't devoid of people. I stood in the hallway with my cell phone, looking at the screen. The message to Xu Tuo was tinkered with many times, but in the end it didn't go out.

Someone ruffled my hair from behind, and I shuddered, jumped and turned around, looking at the person warily - it was Qi Mengzhu.

"You don't like the atmosphere either, do you?" He smiled as if he'd done nothing and withdrew his hand, "Me too. Do you want to go out for some air?"

"No need."

"You're not here to use the restroom either."

"I'll go later, I came back here to message my friend."

"What message?"

I didn't like this person.

Although Xu Tuo and I had known each other for a long time, the two of us never rushed to squeeze into each other's safe private zones. Xu Tuo was sometimes bitchy and got a little excited talking about the killing process, but I would have rather been surrounded by ten Xu Tuos right now than face this person.

--Qi Mengzhu made the warning lights go off in my mind.

I had lived with a serial killer for so long that I was able to keenly recognize when people and things were dangerous, and had an unimaginably high level of tolerance for dangerous people. Yet this man in front of me, what did he look at me like? Not like a human looking at another human, but like a snake staring at a frog.

"Are those ...... strangulation marks on your neck?" He asked.

"The neckline of the dress shirt my mother picked out for me was too tight and it left marks." That was my safe answer for the ages.

He smiled sideways, "It's strangulation from the rope."

I mentally cursed.

"Strangled by a little kid who didn't know any better while playing with the neighbor kids."

"How many answers did you have prepared?" He smiled more intensely, his eyes even brightening, "-Are you trying to kill yourself?"

There could be no more contact with him.

Someone came from the other end of the corridor, and I took the opportunity to bump him off and run back to the restaurant. Before the leader of the group could urge me to sit down, I was already carrying my bag, "Grandma doesn't seem to be feeling well, my mom told me to go home and check."

It was ten o'clock at night, and there were only a few people around the residential area. I drove into the neighborhood's underground garage, ready to park and go home.

The sound of another person's footsteps echoed in the garage in addition to mine. Because of the echoes, I had no way to tell which direction this person was going, but I just locked the car door and hurried toward the elevator.

The moment I pushed open the glass door of the elevator room, a suited figure flashed out from behind me and grabbed my shoulder.

--It was Qi Mengzhu!

The blood in my body froze, and the hand that went to push the door with force slipped on the doorknob.

"...... these are signs of hanging ......" he came up beside my neck, his voice lowered, "not strangulation---hanging from the top down ......"

"Get out!" I wanted to kick him away. Xu Tuo was sometimes guilty of giving up with by kicking him away; but I'd clearly overestimated the broad spectrum of that method - he dodged my counterattacks, which had neither speed nor strength, and wrenched both of my shoulders.

"Dai Xueming, did you try to kill yourself, but weren't able to bring yourself to do it?" A gleam of extreme excitement shone in his eyes, and it looked incredibly bizarre on this well-mannered face, "--I'll help you! Let me help you! I knew I wouldn't be wrong, you believe ......"

Before the words fell, the entire parking lot echoed with a muffled "thud".

--Qi Mengzhu collapsed. Behind him, Xu Tuo threw away the iron bucket used to wash the car in his hand, which rolled on the ground, leaving bloodstains across the floor. He'd smashed the back of Qi Mengzhu's head hard with it.

"I saw your car enter the neighborhood and wanted to go down to the parking lot to join you." With some confusion in his eyes, he kicked the ground with his toe, "Who's this? Your new boyfriend?"

I dragged him back to the house, my hand shaking with my keys as I opened the door.

"Don't worry, he'll wake up in a little while, I didn't hit him hard enough to worry that it was really your new boyfriend."

"...... He'll call the police ......"

"Won't happen. He's probably more vain than we are. I can tell at a glance if a person will call the police."

Xu Tuo dropped his travel backpack on the couch; he had just returned from a long trip and collapsed on the cushions with a long sigh of relief. I was still worried about Qi Mengzhu and stood hovering at the window.

"It's okay," He smiled bitterly, "I'm here."

"It's the fact that you're there is the trouble. Did you leave any dangerous items? Just in case, take them all and dispose of them first."

I found the waterproof bag where he hid the fake documents and took it to the kitchen gas stove to burn them all. Xu Tuo's voice came from the living room: "Your cell phone draft box has thirty-seven messages to me ...... so miss me ah? Why not send them, and only keep them in the draft box?"

"Don't play with my phone!" I rushed over and snatched it back, emptying the drafts box all together, "If the police haven't come to my door the day after tomorrow, it'll be fine ...... You'd better pray that Qi Mengzhu really won't call the police."

"You're worried about me?" He grinned as he rolled over and sat up on the couch, "Xueming, but I can leave anytime I want."

I froze, "What?"

"--I've stayed in this city for too long."

Xu Tuo once said that he rarely stayed in one place for very long. Usually only staying for a few days to a few months.

But he'd been staying here for a few years now.

I'd never bothered to find out why he stayed here. I got used to him being here.

"But I might actually have to go." He said, "Maybe next week, maybe tomorrow. I came back this time to tell you about it."

I looked at him blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"You don't want me to go?" He asked.

"......"

"Can you find a reason for me not to go?" He reached out his hand and held the cell phone in my hand, "Xueming, you yourself don't realize that you're actually no different from a child, and that the person you've exchanged secrets with can put you at ease - and only a child would take the matter of exchanging secrets so seriously, so seriously that it's like exchanging wedding rings. "

He didn't open that travel bag. I knew what that meant. Not organizing the travel bag meant a new trip was coming soon.

I gripped my cell phone tightly and didn't let him pull it out of my hand.

"I know what you're trying to do." He said.

"You know?"

"In elementary school, I used to hear my classmates say, 'If you don't play with me, I'll ignore you again.'" He had a calm smile in his eyes, reflecting my somewhat distorted complexion, "...... If I don't play with you, will you call the police?"

"......You want to try and find out?" I took half a step back, hiding my cell phone behind me.

His eyes narrowed slightly, "Stop it."

After a few seconds of silence, I sighed.

"-I'm kidding." I said, "Just leave if you want to, and remember to pay this month's rent."

He shrugged his shoulders and leaned back on the couch, "I was worried......"

--The instant those words fell, he leapt off the couch at me.

It was so fast that although I was on guard, my body couldn't keep up with the reaction and I was knocked down by the neck.

The cell phone fell out and the screen lit up, displaying the interface to send a message to Uncle Zhou.

Xu Tuo stepped on my chest and picked up the phone from the floor, he lifted the coffee table upwards a little bit and shoved my phone under the table's foot. Then the coffee table landed heavily, the table legs crushing it to pieces.

"The house play is over, Xueming" He looked down at me, and I couldn't read his expression because of the backlighting, "There's no way I can leave you alone. I'm going to have to kill you and your mom downstairs before I can leave in peace."

He dragged me into the bedroom and took the rope out of the drawer and wrapped it around my neck, then opened the window and secured the other end to the shelf of the air conditioner's outer box, just like he had done to himself that one time. Xu Tuo dragged me to the window sill, tidied my forehead hair wet with cold sweat, and slowly tightened the rope.

"Have ...... you ever thought about doing this before?" I asked softly.

He nodded. The man's expression softened again in the moonlight.

"Fifty fifty chance you'll survive" He said.

Xu Tuo gave me one last hug, patting my back gently like putting a child to sleep. Half of my body was already outside the window, and at any moment he could let go and be the moment the roller coaster went down.

"If ......" I didn't reach out to pull him back. I knew that as soon as I made the move to try and tug him back, he would instantly slam me out the window, "What if I had something to keep you here?"

Xu Tuo didn't answer, continuing to soothe me, patting me on the back.

"Someone is constantly preying on young women, disguised as suicide by hanging. This month, there were three cases in this district, and over the past six months, there have probably been more than twenty in the city."

At my words, his movements stopped. My breathing stopped with them, wondering if the next moment would usher in a downward spiral.

Then I heard his voice.

"--How did you know?"

"...... I saw the photos in our database ...... Cases that end in suicide are rarely sent to us. I saw a case that said the rope the victim used to hang herself was very special, so my colleague made a trace entry in passing ...... I've since gone to the city's archives to look for it, and this particular rope trace appeared in other suicide cases."

"How special?"

I looked into his eyes, which twitched a little and turned downward.

I said, "It's just like the rope mark on my neck, a mark caused by a high yardage German climbing rope."

Xu Tuo smiled at me. I rarely smiled, but at the moment, for some reason, I smiled back at him.

Immediately after, I was pushed off the ledge and fell out the window.

To be continued

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