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spookypete-94 · 1 year

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Beastie: Chapter #5 GhostxFem!reader

Slow burn, following MW2 storyline, eventually branching into my own. Warning for canon COD violence and language.

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The Las Vaqueros came out and assisted with carrying in the bulk of food that her and Ghost had retrieved. This left her with nothing to carry in, but she held the door for the other soldiers as they did.

Alejandro came to meet her, "We're having a candle lit vigil for Rodriguez and the others we lost yesterday. Do you want to help prepare the meal for that?"

"Sure," she said happy that he still had work to do to help keep her mind off of Laswell. She still hadn't heard from her... but she threw that idea to the back of her mind knowing she could assist Alejandro with this. She chopped peppers and onions for what felt like hours. Seasoning the vegetables and helping mix the dry ingredients to make tortillas.

She watched as the others helped set up chairs and tables for the large gathering to take place. A thought crossed her mind if they did this often, just not at the expense of losing someone. Her mind floated back to the man that was shot when Ghost pulled her forward to keep running, or Rodriguez himself that had been taken out by the sniper... her heart aching for them both.

The food was placed in roasters and carried out to the card tables they were using for the buffet. Vaqueros coming out and sitting at the tables, some dressed up nice in respect towards their fallen comrades.

Alejandro stood at the front of the room trying to gather the others' attention. She was sure he was going to give recognition and and a prayer for his lost men. The lights above were dimmed as the candles on an alter for a shrine were lit.

"We are all family here tonight," he started off. Pausing trying to find his strength to keep speaking, "We are family with no matter what side of this Earth we are on. I am grateful you are all willing to fight this war with me, whether it is drugs or terrorists. You are my family, and I'm proud of you all," he said lifting his glass with what she assumed was tequila.

"Saludos!" he said the others repeating it back to him as the downed the tequila.

After his speech, she snuck outside grabbing her phone to try to call Laswell one more time. The sky looking like a tropical explosion with the pinks and oranges along with the faint purple.

Still no answer... this told her in her gut that something was completely wrong. She sighed, anxiety making her feel lost, she chose to stand outside for a bit. trying to decide how she was going to try to make contact with someone who knew what was going when her phone started ringing. She glanced down at it.

LASWELL it read. She eagerly answered.

"You ok?" Y/N asked instantly hoping for an update.

"Who is this?" A British man asked her.

She was quiet, her tone dark. "Think the better question is who the hell are you?"

"You know Laswell?"

"Who the fuck is this?" she asked starting to be frustrated.

"This is Captain Price."

That was one of the men Laswell was supposed to be with.

"I'll ask you again, do you know Laswell." he repeated, tone calm even though she was far from it.

"I'm one of her agents."

"Beastie?" he asked.

"That's what she calls me yes." She confirmed.

"What the caller ID said, listen- I've got some news."

"What happened? Where is Laswell?" her tone getting louder rushing with concern.

"She was taken-"

"Taken?" her voice serious and borderline hostile.

"We are on the way to get her now. "

"Who is we?"

"Sergeant Garrick and I."

"How do I get to you?"

"Honestly, it is probably best you stay where you are for now. I have a team we are planning to engage with to get her back quite soon."

"Who even has her? Where are you headed?"

"Al Qatala, and Urzikstan."

She sighed hands rubbing her temples.

"I told her I didn't want her to go alone."

"I didn't want her to either." His tone solemn.

"How did you find her phone?"

"Assuming she threw it on the boat before they captured her, I've had it in my pocket but couldn't answer it on time when you called. I'm going to get her back, I have a whole squad assisting."

"General Shepherd send them?"

"General Shepherd advised he couldn't help us."

"He fucking what?"

"You heard me." His tone showing annoyance, not at Y/N but the fact Shepherd was leaving Laswell to hang out and dry.

"Thank you for going to get her then, are you sure there's no way I can help?"

"Not at this time, we are all regrouping now setting up to rescue her."

"Be careful then."

The line went dead after that as she sighed.

"What happened?" She turned to see Soap and Ghost, Soap the one asking the questions. They must of heard her the few times she yelled or seen she was distraught on the phone.

"Al Qatala got Laswell on their mission in Spain and took her back to Urzikstan." she said turning to face them briefly before turning around.

"Shit...." Soap said quietly.

"Yeah... That was your Captain advising me that he and Garrick are on their way to rescue her with a squad."

"General Shepherd send men then?"

"General Shepherd advised he couldn't assist," her tone getting worse and angry once more. She worked hard to keep it down though, not wanting to draw attention from the vigil.

"What?" Ghost asked stunned.

"Right??" she said, and before she could think about what to say next she blurted it. "Starting to not trust the old bastard." Soap clapped an arm on her shoulder, choosing to not say anything. Y/N realized she was squeezing the phone with enough force that could fold it before she finally let go. It couldn't be damaged with her only way of communicating with Laswell or Price.

"Come back inside, try to have fun," Soap said.

She looked at him trying to keep her composure. "I really do not think that is possible. The person who I am employed under is being held by terrorists."

Soap sighed, hand rubbing his neck looking over at Ghost for help.

"You can either sit outside and fret, or you can come inside and try to pass some time. If Price says he's going to rescue her, he will get it done." Ghost's voice grumbled.

"Fine," she said just wanting to end the conversation.

"Gonna be alright, Lass," Soap said again.

Ghost opened the door for them to enter back into the main room of the base. Alejandro looking at them curious as to what was happening, but instead of Y/N having to explain, Soap was already on his way to inform him about it. This left her standing next to Ghost. Still feeling antsy by the way he seemed to make her feel and her worry for Laswell, she decided to make a beeline to the food figuring eating something might be good for her even though her stomach felt like rocks. Ghost stood close, but not to far off. Y/N had no idea but he felt the same way, worried for Laswell and in return worrying for Y/N.

She sat down at a table, Ghost choosing to sit at the opposite side. Her food looked wonderful, brightly colored and seasoned, but she couldn't help but stare at her food.

"You need to eat," Ghost said his eyes glowering down at her. If she hadn't had good interactions with him recently she would of seen it as him judging her, but she knows better now.

"I know," was all she said quietly staring at her food.

"You got it, don't be rude to your guests and not eat it." He said. It was honestly what she needed to hear, anyone else might of been offended but she knew what he was trying to say. If it was seen as her food was untouched, the people providing her might see it as rude. The Mexican culture as generous as it was, took those things personally, and the last thing she wanted to do was to transgress their hospitality.

"You always know the right things to say," she said looking up at him through her lashes trying to joke a hint of a smile on her face.

"I try." his tone now warmer towards her.

Soap finally came back and sat with them.

"Foods good 'eh?"

"Delightful," she admitted, her stomach thankful she was finally putting something inside herself that wasn't coffee or water.

She listened to the chatter of Soap and Alejandro, Alejandro trying to teach him Spanish. Soap butchering most of the words with his strong Scot accent making her chuckle.

"I'm tryin' dammit," he would say to Alejandro as Alejandro would slow and dumb the words down for him, his way of teasing Soap. Y/N couldn't help but look across from herself again, her eyes landing on Ghost. He was staring at her once more, but this time, it didn't make her uncomfortable. Whether she was used to it or her adrenaline dump from her recent phone call with Price making her unable to be skittish. She cocked her head to the side, a small smile, her silent way of saying You're staring again, to him. She could hear him exhale, his eyes changing shape. He's smiling, she realized unable to see his face from the mask.

"Gonna go for a smoke," he said getting up and excusing himself to go outside.

She chose not to follow, not willing to push her boundaries with him, she still didn't know him so well and didn't want to ruin what they had.

She instead turned her head back to Soap and Alejandro as music came on a speaker.

Everyone was lining up to dance to it.

"What is happening?" Soap asked

"Line dancing," she answered.

She watched the dancers for a bit seeing Soap intrigued.

"You wanna learn how?" She asked him.

"Yes," he said not even hesitating, chomping at the bit to learn.

"Come on," She said standing up from the table.

"Hopefully you dance better then you speak Spanish!" Alejandro teased Soap making him turn around flip the Colonel off. This caused Y/N to belly laugh.

"Just watch, you'll see the pattern with the music better that way." She said standing with with the group of people letting him observe a song before she tried to explain it to him.

"Scoot, Scoot, brush, kick and turn." She said breaking it down to him. "All it is to it."

"Think I can manage 'at," he said slowly mirroring her moves.

"There you go," she encouraged watching him get better at it working in the line of the other dancers. She stood back and watched him glad he learned how to do something else for the night. She danced a couple songs with him, before starting to feel tired and wanting to sit down.

She returned to the table, Ghost must till be outside smoking leaving Alejandro. Choosing the chair she was in before, Alejandro turned to talk to her better while still watching Soap.

"Good teacher, 'cause he's a difficult student." Alejandro teased.

"Ah' he wasn't that bad, think he is a visual leaner."

"So did your step dad teach you that too?" Alejandro asked.

"Him and his family," she answered watching Ghost come back in from outside, himself watching Soap dance as he came back to the table.

Alejandro turned to better face her, wanting to ask more questions.

"So what of your other family?" he asked catiously.

"What of them?" she countered not sure how to answer as Ghost sat down.

"You must be close with your mother and step dad... your actual father?"

She remained quiet, waiting for him to better clarify.

"Is your father still around?"

"Don't know, don't care."

Ghost glanced over between the two of them, feeling the heat from her last statement.

"I see," Alejandro spoke not wanting to push the vagueness of her question.

Y/N let out a heavy exhale realizing she was being rude again. "He was an angry alcoholic, did unforgivable things to us. My mom took me and left when I was younger. I don't care to ever see him again."

"I understand, I'm sorry was just trying to make conversation."

"It's alright, you didn't know. Just pick a different topic-", She stopped talking because her phone started ringing. Pulling it out of her pocket and answered seeing it was Laswell again placing it on speaker.

Alejandro motioned for the music to be turned down, Soap seeing something was happening came back from dancing.

"Hello?" Y/N called out to Laswell.

"Heard you yelled at Price." Laswell said warmly.

"Heard you got yourself captured," Y/N rebuttled.

"I'm alright now.. Price and his team found me."

"Good."

"I have information," she said.

"I got everyone here," Y/N said everyone scooting in closer to hear what Laswell had to say.

"There were no missiles in Spain just guidance systems given by the Russians. I think the El Sin Nombre has something to do with this. The missiles could be there, or they know where."

"I know where a safe house, it's supposed to house the one they call El Sin Nombre." Alejandro spoke, Rudy now sitting down with the group.

"I need you to breach it and capture whoever that is."

"Alright," Alejandro said.

"Beastie," Laswell spoke directly to her.

"Laswell."

"Stay there for now, assist them and stay safe."

"Think that's advice better for yourself." Y/N teased lightly.

"I'm going back to the states for the time being, and will be at home. Tomorrow go with Alejandro to check out the safe house and come up with a plan to get inside. Update me with what you can." Beastie looked down at her watch seeing it was later then she had expected.

"Yes Ma'am," Y/N stated and hung up the phone. A relieved huff escaping her.

"Told you, she'd be fine Lass." Soap said. "LT, Beastie taught me how to line dance!"

"I saw, you looked like a fool out there." Ghost quipped teasing Johnny.

"Did not! Did I look a fool out there Beastie?"

"No Soap, no you did not." Y/N said the music resuming. Soap ran back out there, ready to dance more.

"Going to make his head swell," Ghost said leaning closer to her, his accent making her head swim.

"Let him have his moment," She said leaning closer countering Ghost, her face so close to his. The same motion that happened earlier to his eyes when she realized he was smiling at her happened again. She was starting to be able to read his features even through the mask. Y/N leaned back into her chair watching Soap dance more Alejandro and Rudy pointing out the things he was doing that they considered wrong making them chuckle with each other. Unable to control herself, she looked back over at Ghost. He refused to remove his honey colored orbs, looking into hers. Honestly, she was starting to be ok with it.

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 2) Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen: I Thought You Were Wearing Grippy Socks and Doing Crafts

“You know, I don’t think therapists usually phone patients,” said (Y/N). They shifted on Linda’s couch. “Seriously, it just feels wrong.”

“As strange as this is, I just wanted to talk with you,” said Linda. “You know, we’re the only humans who know about celestials and all that.”

“Are you still having an existential crisis?” asked (Y/N).

Linda turned red in embarrassment. “Oh, uh, no. Of course not.”

“Cool. Then what do you want to talk about?” asked (Y/N), relaxing slightly.

“Well…you’re aware that Lucifer has decided that he should go undercover in an asylum for a case?” remarked Linda.

“Oh, yeah.” (Y/N) shrugged. “I think he wants to talk with God Johnson, the guy who believes he is, well, God.”

“Is all of this…normal?” questioned Linda. “The drama, the mystery, the magic—”

“The constant stupid decisions?” interjected (Y/N). They grinned. “Pretty much. At some point, you just get used to it.”

“Oh.” Linda was slightly disconcerted.

“But, hey. Lucifer brings that whether he’s the Devil or not. So it’s not too big a change. It’s just him.”

“Oh, good. Because I’m supposed to be smuggled in to talk to God.” Linda looked nervous. “And I think Lucifer is planning on starting a breakout or trouble like that.”

(Y/N) stood. “Good luck with the Devil and Almighty. Tell God I’ve got a few words for him when he can spare the time.” They smiled. “At least this time you get to deal with the dramatics of celestials, and not me. I’m going to go get some sleep."

(Y/N) awoke to their phone ringing. Groggily, they reached for it and answered. “Lucifer? I thought you were wearing grippy socks and doing crafts.”

“Yes, well, now I’m planning a date for my parents!” said Lucifer brightly. “I’ll be home soon!” He hung up.

(Y/N) blinked. “Goddamn it.” They sat up and pulled on their trusty hoody. “Em!” they called through the house. “Get up. We have to plan a party.”

“You ready for the lights?” asked (Y/N), holding back a yawn as they sat beside Emeranne behind the bar.

“Remind me again how I ended up sitting here trying to set up the Goddess and a man who might be God on a date,” muttered Emeranne.

(Y/N) shrugged. “Lucifer.”

“Right,” she said.

“There’s Missy,” said (Y/N), shaking their arm. “Get ready.”

“Lucifer?” called Missy. “What is it you wanted to show me?”

“Now,” said (Y/N), and Emeranne flicked the light switch.

Fairy lights came on around Lux as God Johnson began playing piano. She paused as Missy turned to him, eyes wide.

“Well, now, you are as radiant as the moment we first met,” said God Johnson, smiling. “You are as radiant as the moment we first met.”

(Y/N) gagged. “Ew, no, I don’t want to watch the rulers of the universe flirt. I already have a fragile grasp of reality.”

As Lucifer eagerly watched, (Y/N) slipped away to return to their room. They were already losing their mind enough. A three am date between the creators of the universe was not helping things.

A knock sounded at their door, and (Y/N) groaned. Maybe if they just pretended they were asleep, Lucifer would go away. They had done enough for him already. The knock came again, and they huffed.

“Dammit, I’m too tired for any more antics, Lucif—” (Y/N) frowned as they found God Johnson standing before them. “Uh, where’s Lucifer?”

“He’s trying to explain the situation to my wife,” explained God Johnson.

“Right…So what do you want with me?” asked (Y/N), crossing their arms.

God Johnson smiled. “I wanted to assure you I have nothing to do with your abilities.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened. “What?” they asked nervously.

He smiled. “I know you are afraid that my son will believe I gave you your abilities and reject you because of it. I assure you, they have nothing to do with me.”

(Y/N) wasn’t sure how to respond. They hadn’t really believed he really was God, but this was…impossible to know. “I—Why do you care?”

�� God Johnson’s eyes became soft. “Because both of you deserve a good family. And I don’t want to be the reason you’re hurt.”

“We’re not fa—”

God Johnson held up a hand. “No need. I know the truth.” Before (Y/N) could even think to respond, he continued, “I must go. Detective Decker is here for me.” He turned and walked down the hall.

Emeranne, yawning, opened her door. “What was he doing up here?” They frowned at (Y/N)’s shocked face. “(Y/N)?”

“Holy shit I think I just talked to fucking God.” (Y/N) really wasn’t sure how their head was going to wrap around that one. “I’m going back to bed. Hopefully this is just a nightmare.”

For Lucifer, the nightmare was not ending as he found himself drugged by the murderer at the asylum alongside God Johnson. The nurse had them both tied up as she decided what to do with them.

“You know…” she said musingly. “They don’t normally let patients wear belts. Suicide risk.”

Lucifer frowned and looked at God Johnson’s belt where an ornate blue and silver buckled shone in the light. Still, he couldn’t focus too much because he was high on drugs.

“So, thank you for getting a special dispensation for yours because now I got it!” She smiled. “God is gonna kill Lucifer, then hang himself. Kind of poetic, don’t you think? Gonna go find a ladder.” Leaving them in the abandoned room, the nurse walked away.

“Oh, a ladder!” laughed Lucifer.

“Now, I had no idea you were so angry with me,” said God Johnson, looking at Lucifer.

Lucifer frowned. “Really? Cause I…I’ve been pretty up-front about it.”

“But to want to destroy me?” said God Johnson. “That’s pretty serious. You mind telling me why?”

“Because…because I’m your son,” said Lucifer. “And…you rejected me.”

“Oh.” God Johnson nodded. “Well, then I guess I can’t say I blame you. Fact of the matter is, I don’t even remember why I was ever so angry with you to begin with. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” He smiled. “And I know I can’t change things, but know that family doesn’t have to hurt you.”

Lucifer’s eyes widened as God Johnson, possibly his Father, was honest with him. “I…I know.”

God Johnson shook his head. “No, you don’t. Don’t make my mistakes. Don’t reject those who love you and drive them away.”

Lucifer’s mind went to (Y/N). “I wouldn’t reject them. Never.”

God Johnson smiled. “I’m glad you understand family is more than blood.”

“I didn’t call them family,” said Lucifer. He wasn’t sure if he could handle considering them his child. That would make him a…No.

“Lucifer. Just because I made mistakes as a father, it doesn’t mean you have to,” said God Johnson. “What matters is that you two love each other.”

Lucifer had never thought he’d need his Father’s reassurance, but his heart glowed all the same. He could be a good father to (Y/N). He could! And he would.

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Chapter 265

Two days later

Cammie

"My husband is a bitch. He giving those people hell. He made a girl cry yesterday and he made this guy cry today. No they both cried yesterday."

"He not doing so good, is he?" Amber blows. "I feel bad for giving him a hard time the other day."

I throw the dry clothes in the basketball hamper and chuckle. "That man is okay. He is choosing to be mean. He is a brat. He was on the phone with Caden having a good time a few minutes before he went off on the lady. I was going to send Caden to him but Caden too much. He trying to crawl and shit overnight. Trey won't be able to take his eyes off him."

"Wait where is Caden?"

"I sent him to fake daycare. He is with Mama Joyce at Chris' house."

Amber starts folding a shirt. "Fake daycare?"

"Yeah she has two nannies and Chris' daughter. I just wanted to act like I was dropping him off. For when Trey has to go somewhere while I'm filming or something. Trying to get okay with leaving him, you know?"

"Yeah."

I cut my eyes at her. "What?"

She hugs Lane's shirt. "Lane is so big now."

"Yeah he's still my baby. He went to Charleston with my mom then he's going to see Rose. Rose is trying to decide whether she wants to make the trip over here for 2 months so Lane can be close to me."

"He's been acting up lately its time for some grandma Rose. I swear he always come back so sweet and helpful."

I laugh. "Don't do my baby. He is always sweet and helpful."

My phone rings. I made a sad face watching Lane cry as the phone loads. He was looking away crying when it connects. Rose gets the phone then gives it back right away.

"Mommy?"

"Yes, baby." I smile even though I wanted to cry too.

He stops crying. "Way Taden?"

"Caden?" I ask shocked. "He is with the nanny."

"Mommy you get me?" He pouts.

I smile. "Okay. Do you want to go see Daddy with me? Daddy at the concert."

"That Tem... That Trigga. Man-ma... Grandma Daddy Trigga. He name."

"Your daddy's name is Trigga?" She answers.

Lane pouts, remembering he sad. "Grandma that Nevaeh?"

The phone is put down. Rose comes to the phone. "He is missing his brother. He won't stop talking about Taden. Taden can roll over. Taden knows how to eat food. Everything he eats he wants to know if Caden can eat it."

"Mommy?" Lane whines coming back to the phone.

"She's still on the phone." Rose says all sweet and patiently.

He hugs her. "Grandma I come back, okay. I come back."

"Okay baby. He so special. Where is Nevaeh?"

"Mommy I going outside." He picks his shoes up and runs away.

I smile. "Love you."

"Grandma what did Mommy say? Mommy taking me to see Daddy job."

"That's a new word." I smile.

"Yes, Baby?" She chuckles. "He did not wait for an answer. I don't think he is going to stay away from Caden anymore. You will have to send them both."

I blow. "Bye, now."

She huffy. "You can't keep my baby away. Soon they gonna both be telling you."

"Well that's not now."

"Okay, Cammie."

I smile. "I'll see you soon."

"Okay, Love."

"K." I hang up then roll my eyes. I call Trey. "Your grandma always trying to steal my baby."

Treys background was loud. "I can't hear you right now."

I hang up and send him a voice message. "Why the he'll he answer then?"

"To prove a point maybe?"

"I don't know."

He sends a gif of someone hiding their face. I suck my teeth. He just don't want to tell his grandma no. She said that to get me ready for next time when she asks for Caden because of Lane. Good try Rose. You probably gonna get your way.

"Oh no." Amber snaps. "Ain't nobody getting my baby. You will get me and my baby."

"I can't say that when I have rehearsals and stuff." I pout.

Marco

I walk into the quiet room. My fucking mute ass son sitting here in a gotdamn quiet as house alone. I blow frustrated before even attempting to talk to him. Don't even know why I bother with the little dude.

"Where your mama?" I ask.

He looks at me. Nothing. I look at what he is doing. He has a Lego set sitting out neatly on a Lego table. I walk over to him and sit down near his table looking at him. He watches me still silent. Me and Hydia always arguing about something. Last night I slept in his room while they slept together.

"Mommy getting a divorce."

"What the hell?" I jump startled.

First fucking words I hear my gotdamn son say to me and that's what he fucking wants to say. I should slap the shit out of him. I start playing with the Legos not sure what to say or do. He starts grabbing Legos really quick including the Legos I had. I scrunch up my face as I stare at the damn car he made in two seconds. Is that your way of saying I'm doing it wrong? I pick the car up and tear it apart. He stares at me for what seemed like an eternity then he starts laughing really hard. I smile. Bitch ass kid.

"What is a damn divorce?"

He picks his tablet up and starts playing a YouTube video. The fucking video starts acting out situations where people are discussing divorces. I blow and shake my head. Well damn. Not only did he choose to tell me he looked the shit up. What can you hide from kids these days? I start putting the Lego parts together really fast. He just laughs knowing it wouldn't be right.

"Your mama not leaving me, Amigo."

He gets up, climbs on the desk, then he reaches way up grabbing a folder. He brings it to me with a mad look on his face. I'm mad too my nigga. I snatch the folder emptying it out. It's pictures and of course divorce papers. I give it back to him.

"Put it back."

"No." He snaps.

I hit him with the folder. "Put it back, Dude."

"No."

"I'm not going nowhere. Those videos are bullshit. Your mama on some bullshit."

He tears the Legos up then stuffs them in his box and walk away. My fucking son talking to me. Holly shit. He actually saying words. I can't lie with myself that shit got to me so fucking bad. My fucking son goes years without talking to me then the first fucking thing he says to me is his mama getting a damn divorce. He shouldn't be saying nothing but damn sure not telling me that shit. He gasps startling me. He had a new Lego set in his arms. He drops it and starts crying. He runs to me.

"I will talk to you." He says.

"Huh?" I look at his face.

He looks at me. "You crying cause I don't talk to you?"

Oh shit. I ain't realize he crying cause I'm crying. I wasn't meaning to cry. I cry more. He does too. It's fucking emotional. Kids will do that to you. Have you in your feelings regardless of what anybody would say about it. This my son. My son talking to me. He not fucking retarded either. That was disappointing. Thinking about his life without his mama. He would always need somebody. But ain't shit wrong with him.

"I'll talk to you daddy. I don't like talking."

"I'm not... shit I don't know." I say hugging him. "You don't have to... you got to talk. Sometimes it's important stuff to say. There are people that can't talk so if you can talk you got to use it."

He wipes my face then wipes his face. "Okay."

I hit his ear bringing him back to my chest. "I'm crying because... I've been waiting for you to talk to me. I ain't want to hear what you said though."

"I made you cry?" He says getting upset again.

I try to think about how the therapist said talk to him. Fuck that. I don't know. He fucking understands me. It's just like I said from the beginning, some spoiled shit he decided to do. Fucking boy smarter than me looking up a damn divorce.

"Naw. I ain't want to here about your mama wanting a divorce."

"I hate it. Cause we leaving you."

I kiss his head. "Naw. Don't worry about that. I just got to make your mama like me again."

"If you cry Mom does what you want." He pouts. "Like this. Do it."

"Like this." I smile too hard.

He grabs my face making me frown. He laughs when I try to smile again. He shakes his head. I push him away from my face. He was digging those long as fingers in my face too hard. He laughs and crawls to his Lego box.

"Lane gave me this." He says opening it.

"Yeah. Let's do it. We don't have to talk." I shrug.

He smiles and continues opening the box. I frown at the fucking price on it. Gotdamn. $150 for this shit? He needs to get all of them from Lane. We spend about an hour on this thing. First he wanted to sort them out by color. Then he sorted them out by each step. He ended up falling asleep half way through. I set there watching him sleep and crying to my fucking self. My son talked to me today. Wonder if I can get him to talk again. It feels like a damn dream.

"Yo." I say on video chat.

"What's up, Papi?" She smiles.

I sigh. "I told you this day was coming."

"What day, Papi?" She plays stupid.

"You not gone see me no more."

She pouts. Sorta like my damn son did. "You call me over the phone?"

"Cause you gone want to fuck."

"You said it wouldn't be until after we go to Peru."

I shake my head. "I shouldn't have promised you that."

"After the trip?"

"No."

She blows. "Why?"

I stare at the phone for a hot minute. "My son talked to me today."

"That's why?" She says like so.

I nod my head. "Yeah... I mean no. Stop trying that shit. Aight."

"Marco." She says emotionally. "Don't do this."

"Aight." I hang up then immediately block her number. I blow. "Yo."

"Hey, Bae."

I shake my head. "What did the doctor say?"

"Oh." She says looking away from the camera. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

She closes a door. "It wasn't a miscarriage. I wasn't pregnant though."

"Good."

"What?" She says looking at me horrified.

I look at my son. "Yeah. I'm married yo. Your brother was right."

"Marco." She says low.

"Yeah." I shrug.

"You are a fucking jackass. I fucking believed you over my fucking brother. You fucking ripped my fucking family apart. For what? I hope you fucking die."

I stare at the phone. I don't say nothing. Wasn't nothing I can fucking say. It was all fucking true. Just a game I was playing all by myself. Everybody getting hurt but me. I did it. Oh fucking well. I'm not getting a divorce. Her fucking ass is married though. In the bathroom whispering so her kids can't hear her. So fuck it. I hang up. I block her number as well. Man. I call the phone company and disconnect the phone. I'll go back to using the phone that's on the family plan. The number I made some bullshit excuse for not using.

"Hola, Papa." My mom says. "Oh no. What it is?"

"Nothing."

She sucks her teeth a few times. "I need come to America?"

"Naw. I'll call you back."

"No."

I think of Ike telling me no and shake my head. I font know what to expect from my mama when I call her on video fucking crying. I blow and try to get it out. Mama's make you emotional as well.

"Ike talked to me."

"I don't... comprehendo. I don't."

I nod trying to get myself together. She was crying and carrying on instantly. If you got somebody in your life who don't understand what's important to you they shouldn't be there. I want my family. I want to be here for when my son starts talking about everything. If I'm not around how the hell can I do that? The front door opens. Hydila walks in carrying some bags. She looks at me then kicks the door closed and walks away.

"This man on the floor crying. No the father. I don't know." She retorts.

I look at the iPad. "Mama."

"What did he say?" She asks in Spanish.

"Talking about the toy we were playing with."

She smiles really hard. "His mother."

"Huh?"

"Uh..." She blows. She hates English like it's a person. "She is a good mother. I know she will figure it out." She nods agreeing with herself.

How the fuck she assume that it was his fucking mama that got him talking? She thinks she knows everything. Fucking mama's. She does fucking know everything but still. I'm not telling her about the talk of divorce. She won't talk to me then until I fix it. I don't know if I can though. I sigh.

"You have to go?" She asks.

"Yeah." I nod.

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Just A Friend Part 2

Word Count: 883

Pairing: Lip Gallagher x GN!Reader, implied!Lip Gallagher x Mandy Milcovich

Synopsis: After talking to Lip, you and Mandy have a confrontation.

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex, hints at cheating.

A/N: Sorry it's been a while. Part 2 is finally here. Hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

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Your Pov

I didn’t want to get out of bed today. I share most of my classes with Lip, which means I’m going to be seeing him all day.

Slowly getting out of bed, I go to my bathroom to get ready. After brushing my hair and teeth, I go back to my room to get dressed. I decided to wear something simple today, so I put on a sweater and jeans, along with some sneakers.

While walking to school, my phone started ringing. I wasn’t surprised to see Lip’s name pop up. Despite still being upset with him, I answered the phone. “Hello?” I asked.

I heard Lip sigh in relief before he started talking. “Thank you for answering. I want to explain why I went to see Mandy.”

“Start talking then.” I told him.

“Can we talk in person? I know I’m the last person you want to see right now. “

I stopped walking. Lip was right. He is the last person I want to see. “Is Ian home with you?” I know Lip hasn’t left for school yet. I could hear Liam in the background.

“Yeah. Why?” Lip asked.

“I’ll come over only if Ian’s there too.” I told him. There’s no way I can handle Lip alone right now.

Lip sighed. “ Fine. Just come please.” He said before hanging up the phone.

When I got to Lip’s house, I stood on the porch debating whether I should go in or not. The door swung open before I got a chance to leave. “Don’t leave. Please.” Lip said. He had black circles under his eyes and it looked like he’d been crying.

“Um, can I come in?” I asked. Lip opened the door further and I walked in. In the living room, Ian and Liam were on the couch watching a kid show. Liam turned his head and started babbling when he saw me.

“I wasn’t cheating on you.” Lip said from behind me. “I was meeting Mandy to tell her to leave us alone. I don’t want anything to do with her.”

I turned around to look at him. “How do I know you’re not lying?” I asked Lip. He reached into the pocket of his jeans and grabbed his phone.

“Look through the previous messages between me and Mandy.” He said as he threw the phone at me. I turned the phone on and went to the messages. I scrolled through them. Most of the messages were either Lip telling Mandy to stop texting him or Mandy trying to fuck him.

I turned the phone off and threw it back at Lip. “So you’re not fucking Mandy behind my back?” I asked him.

“He’s telling the truth. I talked to Mandy myself last night.” Ian said.

“Can we go back to the way we were then?” Lip asked.

I sighed before answering him. “Yes. I’m sorry I made a big deal out of nothing.” I walked over to Lip and hugged him tight. “Just because we made up doesn’t mean we’re skipping school.” I told him releasing him from the hug. Lip groaned in response.

“Fine. Let me grab my stuff and we can go.” He said.

During lunch Lip and I were sitting at our regular table talking and eating when Mandy sat across from us. “Hello Lip and Y/n. Nice to see you both.” Mandy said. I wasn’t dealing with her today.

“Hello, whore. Still trying to steal my boyfriend?” I said back. She looked at me with a glare before looking to Lip.

“Are you going to let her talk to me like that? After all I’ve done for you?” Mandy asked Lip, her voice slightly raising.

Lip looked at me before turning to Mandy with a smirk. “ After all the trouble you caused us the past few days, I would let her do anything she wanted.”

I stood up and walked around to Mandy’s side of the table and stood in front of her. She slowly stood to be face to face with me. “ As you can see, Lip wants nothing to do with you. So, can you do everyone a favor and fuck off before I punch that smug smirk off your face.” I told her with a sweet smile.

“You wouldn’t do that. You’re too sweet and innocent for it.” Mandy said back.

I glanced behind Mandy to Lip with a raised eyebrow silently asking if I should follow through with my threat. When he smiled and nodded I looked back at Mandy. “Unlike you, I follow through with my threats.” Without any warning, my fist was hitting her face.

The cafeteria had gone silent at that point and almost everyone, including the teachers, were watching. Unfortunately for me, the assistant principal had seen everything. Before I knew it he was standing next to me with an angry look. “ That’s 2 weeks of detention for you.” He said before walking away.

Many left holding her face and I sat back down next to Lip. “ At least it’s only 2 weeks.” Lip said.

“ I would do a year's worth of detention to see the look on Many’s face again.” I told him.

Lip stared at me with a goofy grin. “That’s why I love you so much.” He said with a chuckle.

#lip gallagher imagine #shameless imagine #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher angst #lip gallagher fluff #shameless x reader

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janksfatass · 2 years

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The Key

Summary: Your “friends with benefits” situation with Josh becomes too intense so you try to take a break from it. He isn’t about to let that happen.

18+ (warnings under cut)

Word count: 1800

Warnings: unprotected deeds, 🍑 stuff, praising, degradation(kind of), spit k!nk, just very filthy all around

It’s Friday night and as usual you find yourself home alone. Your evening has consisted of popcorn and binge watching corny ghost hunting shows on tv. Oh yes, I’m sure the ghost of Elvis is talking to you through that machine you bought from Amazon. You get up to grab another beer when you hear a chime come from your phone.

Joshua 10:34 p.m.

I miss you.

Your heart instantly sinks into your stomach. You had been all but avoiding Josh for the last week. Your arrangement with him had worked out pretty smoothly up until recently. Just hanging out and sleeping together was fine for a while until you realized you started to develop feelings for him that were more than what either of you had intended. As tempted as you were to see where the relationship could go, you ultimately decided it was best to take a breather in order to try to get those feelings to subside.

It wasn’t working.

You choose to ignore the message in hopes that he will take the hint. You grab a drink from the refrigerator and when you sit back down on the couch your phone begins to ring and Josh’s picture lights up the screen. Your heart drops. You wait for a minute thinking about whether or not you should answer.

“Hello?”

“She’s alive?!” He jests.

“Yes, Joshua I’m alive. What do you need?”

“I miss you. Come over and watch a movie with me. Please?”

“Sorry, I can’t. I’ve been drinking.” You reply even though you’ve only had 1 beer.

“Well, I guess I can’t be mad at you for being responsible.” The disappointment in his voice is evident.

“Raincheck?” You offer emptily.

“That sounds good, Mama. I’ll talk to you later.”

You hang up the phone and decide to get ready for bed. You turn off the tv and go to your bathroom to take a shower. You turn the water on and press play on your speaker. As you close your eyes to lather your hair, your mind drifts to Josh. Thinking about his hands roaming over your slippery, wet body. Running his fingers between your thighs. You quickly shake the thought and rinse your hair. After shaving your legs, you turn off the water and start to dry off. You wrap the towel around you and step into your room to get dressed, stopping dead in your tracks when you see a dimly lit figure sitting on your bed. You hurriedly turn on the light only to find Josh with a shit eating grin on his face.

“Josh, what the fuck?! You scared the shit out of me!”

“My bad. Did you forget you gave me a key?”

A choice that you were beginning to regret.

He continues, “I’m here to cash in that raincheck.”

“You didn’t think to call and ask me?”

“I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.” He flashes his perfect smile.

You have to admit the gesture is sweet. He just wanted to spend time with you. It’s impossible to be mad at him. “Well, you’re already here so what do you want to watch?” You ask as you grab a t-shirt and panties from your dresser and put them on.

“The Shining?”

“That works for me.” It really was a perfect choice. A combination of your love for horror movies and his obsession with Stanley Kubrick. “You can go ahead and start it, I need to brush my teeth and dry my hair really quick.”

After brushing your teeth, you flip your hair over and start to blow dry it. A moment later you feel a pair of hands on your hips. You turn off the hair dryer.

Josh’s fingers loop into your panties and begin to pull them down. “You didn’t expect me to see you bent over like this and not take full advantage of it.” His voice is barely above a whisper. He plants soft kisses down your lower back sending chills down your spine. He gently slides his hands down the length of your legs and back up until his hands frame your ass. You lean over the counter, resting on your elbows and he takes his thumbs to open you up to him. Your breath hitches when his tongue makes contact with your rim. He squeezes your ass and flattens his tongue to make slow passes over your hole. The new sensation makes your knees buckle beneath you and your arousal begins to drip down your thighs.

Josh notices your unsteady feet, “Lay on the bed and spread out for me princess.” You do as you’re told and he follows close behind. He pulls you up to help remove your shirt then lays you back down. Climbing over you, he trails kisses from your neck down to the tops of your breasts. He stops to pull your right nipple into his mouth, sucking and tracing his tongue around the sensitive peak. Josh kisses down your stomach and stops once he reaches your mound. He sits up and spreads your legs apart then begins massaging your thighs slowly inching his hands closer to your soaked core.

“Did you miss me angel?”

In almost a whisper you respond, “Yes I did, so so much.”

“ I know you did.” He reaches down to slide two fingers between your legs, barely grazing your throbbing clit. He brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean. “Because if you didn’t you wouldn’t be making such a mess for me. Do you like having my tongue where it doesn’t belong?” Josh teases your hole with his finger and you clench around nothing. A soft moan involuntarily escapes your lips. “Mmm dirty dirty girl.” He lowers himself between your legs and places a soft kiss to your clit. Swirling his tongue around before sucking it into his mouth and rolling his tongue over and over. He licks down your pussy, savoring your taste. When he reaches your rim he flicks his tongue gently over the ridges. Your legs start to close and he grabs each of your ankles to spread them back open and keep them in place.

“Are you going to be good for me princess? Because if not I’ll just take care of myself right now and make you watch.”

“Y-yes yes, I’ll be so good for you. I promise! Please baby, keep going.”

“Fuck, you sound so pretty when you beg for me. My little whore.” He flattens his tongue, laving it over your hole. Your legs and toes tingling from the pleasure. He begins rolling his tongue at your entrance and brings his thumb up to your clit, rubbing it steadily. You feel his tongue enter you and he slowly pulls out before repeating the motion over and over, gradually picking up the pace. His thumb continues circling your clit as you feel the familiar warm sensation building inside you.

“FUCK JOSH!” You yelp as the tension in you snaps. He gradually slows his movements as you come down. He sits up and there’s beads of precum leaking from the head of his thick cock. He takes his thumb and rubs over the tip before stroking his length with it.

“Turn over baby, on your knees.” You roll over and place your head on the pillows and arch your ass up for him. You feel the bed shift as he comes to you and rubs his cock between your dripping lips. He moves slowly back and forth between your folds, grazing his soft tip over your clit with each thrust. The teasing becomes almost unbearable.

“Josh, I need it now! Fuck me!”

“Tsk tsk where are my sweet girl’s manners? You’re going to have to beg prettier than that.”

“Please baby, give it to me. I’ve been a good girl, I need it.” He slips his tip over your clit once more before lining up with your entrance and pushing in. You both simultaneously moan out from ecstasy. You feel him stretching you out as he slides every inch into you. The tip pushing deliciously against your cervix.

“Fuck, angel you feel like heaven wrapped around me. So wet and tight. Like you were made for me. This is MY pussy.” He quickens his pace, fucking into you as deep as he can go. He grabs onto your ass and spreads your cheeks. “You have such a pretty hole princess.” He teases it with his fingers as he’s pounding into you. You feel his warm spit hit your asshole and his thumb rubbing it over the rim. He gently prods at it until his thumb slips inside. He pulls it out slowly and pushes back in.

“Oh shit, that feels so fucking good, don’t stop.” you moan out.

“Don’t worry sweet girl, I’m not going to stop until you’re cumming all over my cock. You like being filled in both holes don’t you?”

“Fuck- Yessss!” You reach your hand down to rub your clit and your walls tighten around him like a vice. Moans pour from Josh’s mouth. You feel your orgasm quickly approaching, only it feels different. More powerful.

“That’s it mama. Cum for me. Such a good fucking girl for me.” Josh fucks into you even harder than before, hitting your g spot with every stroke, his thumb still slipping in and out of your ass. It hits you like lightning, completely overtaking you, gushing out of you. “Oh my god! Fu-“ Josh’s pace stutters as he bottoms out and you feel him pulse inside you. Hot streams of cum filling your walls.

Both of you breathing heavily, you feel him rest his wet forehead on your shoulder blade and then kisses into your neck. He slips out of you and helps you roll onto your back. He leans in to kiss your lips and looks into your eyes. “You are a fucking goddess, do you know that? I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life.”

You let out a small laugh, “Me neither.” He smiles in return. “Can you grab a towel please baby?” You ask him.

“Oh, no my sweet girl. We don’t need one tonight. I’m going to clean you up myself.” You give him a look of confusion before you realize what he’s doing. He situates himself between your legs and licks the cum that’s started to drip out of you. He sticks his tongue into you, rolling it and sucking out your combined juices. He lifts up and places his thumb on your bottom lip, opening your mouth. He spits the collected cum onto your tongue and you close your mouth and swallow.

“I fucking love you.” He says as he kisses you once more.

“I fucking love you too.”

He places his arm around you and pulls you close as he presses play.

#greta van fleet #gvf #josh kiszka #josh kiszka smut #josh gvf #jake kiszka #sammy kiszka #danny wagner #josh kiszka x reader

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astriddelize · 3 years

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Make It To Me | Shang-Chi

Pairing: Shang-Chi x GN!Reader (No Y/N)

Summary: Sequel to Love In The Dark. Inspired by Sam Smith’s Make It To Me.

Warining(s): Fluff. Slight spoilers for Shang-Chi

Word count: 1027

A/N: AHHH!! It’s finally here. I know it took forever to post and I apologize but school and work were kicking my butt. Like always, the gif is not mine so the credit goes to its original owner and this is not beta read. With that being said, I hope ya’ll enjoy this fic. Any feedback or other comments are welcomed, thank you!

Masterlist | First Part

Shang-Chi stares at the door in front of him. He was scared, no scratch that, he was absolutely terrified, standing at your front porch, he hoped the earth would simply swallow him whole.

Two weeks, it had taken him two agonizing weeks to try and resolve things between the two of you. After a hefty lecture from Katy, he forced himself to find you. He wasn’t certain if you would be willing to listen, but he was adamant about telling you the truth. You deserved that much.

Ringing the doorbell, he steps back, hands falling into his pockets. Your neighborhood is as normal as ever, with kids playing on the street and people walking their dogs, his mind wanders to what living with you would be like. Directing his attention to the old woman next door, he grins.

Fran, the woman who practically fed you all throughout college sits on her rocking chair gaze focused on her grandson, a spitting image of her deceased husband.

Watching the boy, Shang-Chi thinks back to all the times Fran urged him to propose to you. Her voice confident as she gave the two of you her blessing, offering up her own engagement ring as a gift.

He wonders whether Fran is aware of what he did to you and if so, whether she helped you grieve. Feeling his heart begin to grow heavy, he turns back around, throwing a glance at his watch. Watching as the minutes pass on, he begins to panic. His mind going to the worse possible places.

What if you’re not home? Or what if you are, and you’re just ignoring him? Or even worse, what if you’re home and you’re with some else? Someone who can be honest with you, someone who can treat you the way you deserve.

Trying to clear his head, he begins to take deep breaths, finger brushing against the doorbell once more.

Once he's positive that you aren't going to answer, he decides to leave with what little dignity he has left. Beginning to walk down the steps he feels the hard stare of Fran. Not wanting to meet her gaze, he lowers his head, putting his headphones on.

As he’s about to turn the corner, he feels his phone vibrate.

He’s not entirely sure whether it’s the lack of sleep or his mind playing some twisted prank on him. Looking at his phone, he’s faced with your name in big, bold letters. Before he can entirely process what’s happening he picks up.

“So are you going to try and come in? My landlord hasn't fixed my doorbell yet, so I have no idea how long you've been out there.”

There’s a long pause.

“Or should I tell Fran that she’s right, and you’re actually here to take your things back? Because if so... I’ll have you know. Nothing is packed.”

Shang-Chi feels his pulse quicken. Does this mean, that there’s still a chance that you wanted him back? You didn’t pack his things after all or throw them out?

His thoughts are interrupted again by your voice.

“Hello? Saun? Look I don’t know what game it is that you’re trying to play. But if you want to come in… the key is under the plant, like always.”

“Yeah, okay, I’m coming in.” He isn’t sure whether he says it out loud, but once he hears the line go dead, he begins to walk (run) back to your house.

Upon opening the door, he’s met by your sneakers thrown around messily on the mat. Taking his Jordans off, he places them neatly next to yours, lips curving into a smile when he sees his slippers. Putting them on, he goes into the hallway, taking quick glances around the apartment. As far as he’s aware you’ve kept everything the same, his feet stopping upon reaching the living room.

Picking up the photo frame he runs his fingers along the edges, attempting to memorize every detail. There you stood in your graduation gown, smile as big as ever and his arm thrown across your shoulder.

Engrossed in his own memories, he fails to notice you move to stand in front of him, arms crossed in front of you.

“I hate to ruin the moment, but I was wondering what it is exactly that brought you back here.”

Placing the frame back into place, he clears his throat.

“Right, well, how much time do you have?”

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“So let me get this straight. You can water bend?”

He stares back at you, mouth agape.

“No no, don’t look at me like that. You said you surrounded The Dweller in Darkness in a ring of water, correct?”

He nods, astounded by your response.

“Okay, so then you can water bend.” You state as though it is the most obvious thing in the world.

“Well… yes and no? You see I can’t water bend, the rings can-” He scratches the back of his head, “but that’s not the point.”

Reaching for your hand, he envelopes your fingers between his, overjoyed when you don’t move away.

“What I’m trying to say is I’m sorry. I told you that I didn’t love you and that I didn’t want to live a lie. But saying that might just be the biggest lie yet. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I -.”

“Shut up.”

He pauses again mind going haywire at the thought of angering you.

Noting his discomfort, you shift closer to him, hands moving to either side of his face. Pulling him to you, your lips move in sync, and Shang-Chi is positive that this is what heaven feels like.

It’s only after the two of you are gasping for air that you pull apart. Hair disheveled, and matching grins, you laugh.

“Katy already told me everything. But it feels nice hearing you say you love me.”

Met with a fake pout, you throw your hands up in defense.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love you too. But I think it is only fair to make you suffer a little bit before -.”

This time it's Shang-Chi that interrupts you, pulling you into another breathtaking kiss.

#shang chi imagine #shang chi x reader #simu liu imagine #simu liu x reader #marvel imagine #marvel x reader

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prettytoxicrevolver · 3 years

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Father | Sykkuno

Requested? Yup! I hope you like it!

Warnings? Nah

Summary: Sykkuno disappears from streaming for six months only to come back with a few new life changes

Word Count: 1,383

“Are you sure he’ll be okay?” Sykkuno asks nervously for the millionth time.

“He’ll be just fine. Besides we can always come pop in if you want us to,” you reassure him, and when Sykkuno still looks unsure you press a kiss to his lips.

“Darling, it’s all gonna be okay. I’m right here if you need me.”

Sykkuno searches your eyes for a moment before nodding silently. He presses a long kiss to your lips before leaning over to press a kiss to your son’s forehead. You send him another soft smile before shooing your husband off to his recording room.

Sykkuno had decided to take off the past six months when he found out his wife was pregnant. He wanted to focus on you and his son as much as possible, trying to spend every possible second with the newborn in the household. It was difficult not to tell his fanbase about the million new aspects in his life but he also valued his privacy.

Especially when it came to you. You were the most precious thing in his life, never wanting the world to get to you in any way. His son was on the same level, his whole world the minute he was born. He could think of nothing else, focus on nothing, but you and his son. His whole world, his loves, his everything.

His job also meant everything to him. He had worked at his youtube career for so long and his fans meant everything. They supported him through so much and he owed them everything. However, he knew he needed time away before letting them in on two of the biggest moments of his life.

As he sits down at his streaming desk, a wave of nerves hits him for a moment before stilling practically a second afterward. He was anxious to stream for the first time in a while. He had decided for the first time back to mostly sit and talk, give them all of the updates, tell them why he randomly disappeared, and let them know about the biggest things going on in life.

He gets everything set up, the motions coming back like he hadn’t been away for so long. His mind wanders to you as he works, wishing you were sitting with him, talking to him softly about your day, about your son, about your friends, whatever. Just listening to your voice as he works.

You wander around the apartment, bouncing your son on your hip as you slowly pick up random things to clean up. Your mind is not where it’s supposed to be, focusing solely on your husband and his upcoming stream. You had become so used to Sykkuno being around so much it felt empty the minute he stepped away.

You knew him going back to streaming was inevitable, and you would never keep him away from his job. It meant so much to him and you loved the glow in his eyes when he finished a stream and came to tell you all about it. It was special. You smiled mindlessly as you wandered around, thinking about your husband and how lucky you were.

Sykkuno makes sure everything is perfect, double and triple checking everything on stream before deciding to finally hit start on his stream. Chat pops up immediately, thousands of comments greeting him and questions asking where he’s been flood instantly and he smiles sheepishly.

“What’s going on guys,” he asks and the questions keep coming and coming.

He lets them go for a minute, the mods doing the most to filter and keep out the hate and he nods and smiles as he takes another deep breath.

“I know I’ve been away for a while,” he starts and watches as chat simultaneously reminds him that he left without a word for six months and while others support him.

“And I just kinda wanted to explain to you guys what happened.”

His mind races for a moment, trying to think of a way to word this but he knew he had to just let it out. Let out the two biggest secrets he had been hiding.

“So for a while now, I’ve actually been married. A few of you guys speculated when you saw the ring on my finger and it’s true. I married the love of my life,” he says smiling wide at the thought of you.

Chat blows up, to the point he isn’t sure whether or not twitch can handle how many questions are running at him at once. He tries to skim through it, hoping to answer a few of the millions coming through.

“How long ago did you get married? Uhh about a year ago,” he says absentmindedly fiddling with his wedding ring.

He nods as he searches for another question, hoping to clear half confusion for the disappearance.

“Who is she? What is she like? Guys, don’t tell her I said this but she’s the best. The better half of me and I love her so much.”

His smile had grown significantly and he decides to search for one more question before dropping his other news.

“Can we meet her? Well actually,” he trails off grabbing his phone from the desk in front of him.

He sends a quick text to you, asking if you would feel comfortable coming on stream and possibly even showing your son on stream.

Just as you rock your son to a light sleep, your phone dings with a text from your husband. Your head tilts, pulling it out of your back pocket and maneuvering it around till you can see. A smile replaces your confused look when Sykkuno asks if you and Christian could come visit stream.

You send him a quick yes and he tells you to wait until he tells you to come in.

“Okay guys, she’s gonna be here in a second. But I have to tell you the main reason I stopped streaming.”

“I am now a father,” he explains simply and chat lags so badly he’s certain it’s broken.

“I have a son named Christian, he’s 6 months old,” and he smiles when he realizes the irony of it.

At this point you had been standing next to Sykkuno’s recording room, listening to your husband talk about your little family and smiling. It made your heart fly to hear him talk so fondly of your life together.

Your phone dings with the text telling you to come in and you slowly open the door before shutting it behind you. Sykkuno’s eyes are already on you and you smile, lifting your sons hand to wave at him and he giggles lightly before reaching his hands out to you.

You nervously step into frame, Sykkuno wrapping an arm around you and pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

“Guys these are the loves of my life,” he introduces and you giggle looking over at him.

“This is my wife (y/n), and our son Christian.”

You wave Christian’s hand to the camera and laugh when Sykkuno grabs his hand and pretends to take a bite of it. He presses a kiss to his son's forehead and Christian is completely unaware of it all, snoozing happily.

“I’ll join you in a little bit, yeah?” Sykkuno asks and you nod.

You lean forward, pecking his lips without a second thought and take you and your son back out and to the living room. You sit for another 10 or 15 minutes before the door opens and Sykkuno comes out a tired smile on his lips.

You stand, placing your son in his bounce chair and make your way over to your husband. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and he pushes his face into your neck causing a giggle to escape your lips.

“I love you and our little family so much. You know that right?” he asks when he comes up again to look at you.

“Of course darling. I don’t think I’ll ever love anything as much as you and our son,” you say trailing your hand to his cheek, your thumb rubbing back and forth absentmindedly.

He smiles leaning into your touch before pressing his lips to yours, the same kiss that makes your heart go wild.

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queenshelby · 3 years

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Roommates – Part Four

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 2,385

Warning: Smut

Note: This plays in 2020. Please interact. Your interactions and comments mean a lot to me.

Just as you were in the middle of your morning routine following a night filled with erotic dreams about your roommate, you heard a loud knock on the door.

You quickly turned off your vibrator and chucked it into your bedside draw before pulling up your panties and singlet and walking into the hallway.

When you opened the door, you were surprised to see James. His face was flushed and he looked like he had been crying.

‘You don’t fucking answer my messages and calls anymore’ he said and it quickly became clear to you that he must have been drinking all night when you smelled his breath from the distance.

‘You shouldn’t be here James, please leave’ you said firmly, knowing that his visit wasn’t permitted under the current lockdown restrictions.

‘Just hear me out Y/N, please’ he begged once again after he had been trying to get back together with you for the past four months and, whilst you initially maintained contact with him, you no longer responded to his messages and ignored his calls for the past two weeks.

‘There is nothing more to discuss James. I am through with you’ you said before you tried to shut the door on him but, just as you did, his foot caught in the doorway and he pushed his way into the hallway.

‘James, honestly, get the fuck out. You cheated, more than once, and I am done with you’ you huffed out and thought that, clearly, he would have received the 2,000 Euro engagement ring he had bought you in the mail by now.

‘You can’t just throw away what we had Y/N’ he went on to say and, just as he did, Cillian returned from his morning run.

‘Get out of my house James or I will call the Gardaí’ Cillian said calmly as he noticed that you were distressed.

‘Alright Murphy, go ahead, call the fucking cops’ James huffed out angrily and, before you knew it, James pushed you with your back against the wall in frustration.

‘Y/N, please fucking listen to me. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen’ he pleaded again with a whiny voice but his grip on you was becoming rather aggressive.

‘James, stop, you are hurting me’ you shouted out and, just as you tried to push him off, Cillian grabbed James by the back of his t-shirt and pulled him out of the house.

‘That’s enough James, fuck off and leave her alone’ Cillian said harshly and, when these words left his lips, James turned around suddenly and hit Cillian across the face with his right fist.

‘Jesus James’ you panicked as you quickly walked over towards Cillian and him but, when James realised what he did, he was quick to run off.

‘Fuck, Cilly, are you alright?’ you asked as you watched him hold on to his face.

‘I am fine’ Cillian chuckled before acknowledging that his face would likely be swollen before Lindsay would arrive in the evening.

‘I am sure she won’t mind Cilly’ you said before giving him a hug and thanking him for defending you and making James leave.

‘Y/N, I stink, you probably shouldn’t…’ Cillian said but you didn’t care and hugged him anyway, pressing your half naked body against his.

Ironically and almost surprisingly, you actually didn’t mind the scent of his sweat covered body. You could still smell the deodorant and aftershave on his skin and the hint of mint from the toothpaste he used that morning on his lips.

‘Let’s get some ice on this, hmm’ you then said before forcing him to sit down at the kitchen table while you prepared an ice pack for him.

After you wrapped the sachet of ice into a thin cloth, you gently pressed it against Cillian’s cheek which, already, had turned red.

The skin on his face felt soft and slightly moist and his deep blue eyes gazed into yours for a brief moment while his lips smiled at you.

His smile was warm and beautiful and you couldn’t help but pay attention to the large freckle on his upper lip.

‘So, uhm, I…uhm…I think I might go and get dressed’ you eventually huffed out after you had gotten lost in his eyes for a short moment.

Cillian nodded in response and, just as you walked away from him, an unfamiliar feeling washed over his body.

It was a feeling he couldn’t explain and it was almost unique in a way. In addition to his arousal which, by this point, had also formed in between his legs again, he felt shivers run over his spine and down into his stomach. These shivers felt almost like flutters and made him feel uncomfortably warm.

***

It was 5 o’clock and Cillian was out, walking his dog and getting some Aspirin from the nearby pharmacy following his incident with James and you decided to have a bath before the said storm was scheduled to come in later that evening.

Despite, you really needed to get your mind of the fact that Cillian was about to shag Lindsay which, in the past, hadn’t bothered you but, more recently it did. In addition, your friend Laura continued to nag you about updates on Cillian’s life, telling you that she was still very much in love with him and asking for your help to turn things around between them.

The sky had already darkened and you decided to gather all of the scented candles Cillian had in the house and carry them to the bathroom. You arranged them all around and poured yourself a glass of red wine before settling in the hot tub which was facing the backyard through a one-sided window, meaning that no one could see inside.

With Cillian being out, you didn’t bother closing the bathroom door and allowed the heat from the fireplace in the living room to radiate throughout the house.

Just as you sat in the half full tub and watched as the steaming water began to fill it completely, you reached for your phone and ipods to listen to something relaxing.

When, finally, the tub was filled completely, you lowered yourself into it allowing the bubbles to overtake your body. Your knees were slightly bent as you laid back and your breasts were floating on the surface just barely exposed to the air above the water. Your hair was floating and the bubbles were popping all around your head while you listened to an audiobook narrated by Cillian.

His voice was always something you enjoyed listening to, now more than ever and you closed your eyes to take in this moment of solace.

But, just as you did, Cillian’s face appeared beneath your eyelids and your heart instantly skipped a beat. You wanted to feel his strong hands on every inch of your wet body and, with those thoughts in mind, your hand began to caress your ass cheek while thinking about him. With each stroke you moved a little further up your thigh and back down the back of your ass. Your pussy lips were throbbing and wet from more than just the warm water, begging to be touched.

You were in a trance, listening to Cillian’s voice through your headphones as you slowly began to pleasure yourself and, with your mind being so far gone, you didn’t even realise that Cillian had returned home from his walk early as it was pouring with rain outside.

‘Y/N?’ he shouted through the house as you were nowhere to be found until, eventually, he realised that you may be in the bathroom.

With the bathroom door open, he looked inside only to find you with your eyes closed, facing the opposite direction towards the large one-sided window.

‘Y/N, shit, I am sorry’ he huffed out and, as you continued to run your hand up and down your naked body, he realised that you had your headphones in and didn’t hear him.

Cillian turned around quickly and you released a gentle moan that softly echoed in the bathroom. In your mind, you wanted him more with each touch of your hand but, of course, he didn’t know that.

When Cillian heard your moan, his manhood immediately went on alert and whilst he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t help himself but turn back around and watch you.

Unbeknownst to you, Cillian watched you as one of your hands was massaging your breast while the other slowly spread your legs exposing more of your pussy to the warmth of the water. It crashed against your lips like waves in the ocean and they were pulsating, begging for more.

‘Jesus, look away, fuck’ he said to himself quietly inside his mind as he stood there motionless and with a raging erection. He wanted to strip down naked right there and join you and it took all of his willpower not to do exactly that.

‘Hmm’ you moaned again as you listened to Cillian’s voice through your headphones and took your fingertips and tightly squeezed your clit. You could feel your juices being released and your legs spread wide as your hand pressed and caressed your mound.

‘Fuck’ Cillian’s mind said again, urging him to walk away and, just as he had built up enough strength and turned around, he heard you again.

‘Cillian’ you huffed out but with your eyes still tightly closed and feeling each sensation you were creating as you indulged on the sound of his voice.

Cillian immediately turned around in a panic, thinking that you had caught him watching you. Why else would you have said his name, he wondered.

To his surprise, when he turned around in a panic, you still had your eyes closed and continued to pleasure yourself. Your hand was working over your mound from top to back and teasing both of your holes now and, with Cillian watching, you continued to touch and tease yourself, caressing the inside of your thighs.

Perhaps he was imagining you calling out his name he thought. You couldn’t possibly have said his name while you were masturbating. Clearly, his mind was playing tricks on him and he was sure about it.

Then, the unimaginable happened. You stood up inside the tub in all of your naked glory. Bubbles were running down your body and the smell of vanilla was in the air as you climbed out of the bathtub.

Cillian was quick to disappear into the hallway and thought that, perhaps, he should have closed the bathroom door. But then, he heard his name leaving your lips again and, just as he went back to see whether you were, in fact calling for him, he watched you lean against the vanity with your headphone still inside your ears and your fingers running over your outer walls of your pussy before teasing your clit with a soft abrasive touch.

In a trance and consumed by pleasure, you dropped your towel to the floor and squeezed your clit between your fingertips as you stood there with your eyes shut. The candle lights still danced in the room, bouncing off the water drops still on your soft skin.

All of your tattoos were on full display and so were your piercings, including the one on your clit which Cillian became rather curious about.

He could not take this any longer and watched you desperately as your body cried out and you responded by slowly inserting your index finger into your cavity and sliding it back out. You did this a few times until she pushed it in deep and held it there, massaging your inner walls. Then you added a second finger into your hot pussy pushing some of your juices out onto your hand.

Cillian swallowed harshly when, eventually, you removed your fingers from your hole and placed them one by one into your mouth, sucking them clean.

‘Jesus fucking christ’ he thought and, despite the fact that he knew that Lindsay would be visiting him in the next hour or so, he turned around and made a quick run to his bedroom.

Seeing you like this was too much for him and, without giving it a second thought, he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down half way in order to release his raging erection.

Leaning against the dresser in the bedroom, he began to stroke his hard shaft vigorously, thinking about what you did in the bathroom at the same time as he was seeking relief.

Just as Cillian was stroking his cock hard and fast while thinking about you, you thrusted your fingers in and out of your pussy while thinking of him. Eventually, you began to pound your pussy, slapping your clit with each thrust. Faster and harder bringing yourself to an orgasm.

Just as you came, your moans filled the entire house, thinking that you were on your own.

‘Oh god, yes Cillian’ you groaned and there was no mistaking it. It was his name he heard when you came and this alone sent him over the edge, causing him to cum hard onto the pile of dirty clothes besides the dresser.

Just as he stroked the last few drops of cum from his shaft, he heard the doorbell ring.

Quickly, he grabbed one of the t-shirts from the pile of clothes and cleaned himself up before walking downstairs and opening the front door.

‘Hey Sweetie’ Lindsay said, carrying two shopping bags.

‘You are early’ Cillian said before giving her a brief kiss.

‘I wanted to surprise you and thought I would cook for you. For Y/N too, of course. At least this way, you can finally introduce us properly and I don’t feel like your beck in call’ Lindsay explained.

‘Sounds great’ Cillian said somewhat flustered just as you walked through the hallway almost completely naked.

‘Oh my god, you are home…fuck’ you shouted, covering your breasts with a towel and Cillian couldn’t help but sigh.

He thought about you, calling out his name as you masturbated and now he was in his hallway with Lindsay who clearly wanted to mark her territory.

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teasty · 3 years

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kiss yourself (03) || h.js

● pairing: han jisung x (female) reader

● genre: angst, smut, (kinda) fluff || fwb to lovers au || college!au || non!idol au

● words: 10.4k

→ summary: It all started when you and your best friend for life, Han Jisung, got a little bit too tipsy at a party and ended up waking up naked in the same bed. After that unfortunate night, you and Jisung confirmed there be a distinguished “friends with benefits” relationship between the two of you, with a few rules.

Number One: No one else is supposed to know about this relationship.

Number Two: The minute one of the two of you starts a serious relationship with someone, the benefits are cut off immediately.

Number Three: Have to respect the other’s wishes, if one doesn’t want to do it, then there’s no argument.

Number Four: No falling in love.

But, when Jisung starts crushing over your classmate, you start to break the rules. One by one.

a/n: a lot happens in this chapter,, it's pretty fast paced but it is what it is ~

Chapter One | Chapter Two | CHAPTER THREE

“I want you to fuck me dumb, Jisung. I want to think about nothing but you.”

You refused to cry, no matter how bad you wanted to.

You didn’t actually head back to the dorm, deciding you weren’t tired enough to fall asleep fast enough and that you simply wanted to have the comfort of being alone for the time being. You’re so fed up, so irritated and stressed, not even Jisung fucking you over and over again until you’re too weak to even speak could fix it. Neither did you feel like dealing with Jeongja, so you headed straight for the 24/7 cafe a few blocks away from the school. You didn’t go there often, but you went there a few times with Jisung in the mornings. You weren’t as familiar with the place like he was, but you knew for a fact that it was open all day, every week day.

There was only one other person in the cafe. A young, tired looking woman who typed vigorously on her laptop, which was plugged into the wall along with her phone, which she listened to whatever on. She must be a college student, since she had a backpack at her feet and a lanyard hanging from her pocket. You didn’t recognize her, so she was probably your senior. She gave you a subtle glance before turning back to her laptop, and you ignored her. Walking (more limping) up to the cashier.

“Welcome. It’s pretty late,” said a man who didn’t seem too young, but nor too old. Probably in his mid - twenties. He had a small stubble on his chin and his longish hair is tied back, a few rebellious strands framing his decently structured face. You could make out his toned chest and broad shoulders underneath the beige button up he wore, a dusty pink apron around his waist, accompanied by a pair of black slacks. He’s attractive, you couldn’t deny. “Don’t you think it’s a bit too late for a pretty little lady like you to be walking around, alone, in a tee shirt?”

“I’m fine on my own,” you admit, “I’ve been here a few times, but I can’t remember the menu. Mind handing me one?” The man nods, reaching over something to grab a one sided menu, and he hands it to you. After glancing over it, you felt too nauseous to eat, but you needed caffeine, something to keep you going since sleep wasn’t going to be an option for you tonight. “Can I just get an americano? Make it large, please, I need it.”

“Oh, coffee at this hour?” He chuckles.

“This is a coffee shop,” you glance around, a little agitated.

“Yeah, yeah,” the man laughs out, waving a hand as he pressed a few buttons on the cash register, “I’m just teasing you, sweetheart. Is that all you want? An americano, large?”

“No, get me the green tea, too,” you sigh, placing down the menu. It’s not like you to get bitter drinks, let alone two. You’re actually more of a sweets kind of person. But, since you’re not feeling too well, you just want hot, bitter drinks to keep you from going insane.

The man nods, “Hmm, tough night?” You nod slowly, “Surprised you came to a coffee shop. Most people who have rough nights usually hang around at the bar down the road. What made you come here of all places?”

“Well, it’s the first place I thought of,” you shrug a shoulder, “I don’t want a hangover in the morning either. I always know how those go. Never had the best luck when I’m drunk.” You chuckle, smiling wistfully for a moment before it turns into a bitter frown at the thought of your vague first time with Jisung. You shake your head slowly, subtly. It wasn’t a mistake. Not at all. It wasn’t bad luck. But, right now, it kind of feels like it. You’ve gotten more attached to Jisung than you have the years before you both started fucking around. “Plus, my friend used to bring me here. Thought I’d see the place alone.”

“Well, I appreciate you stopping by,” the man smiles down at you, and you give him a brief one back, “What’s your name? What should I put as the name, sorry.”

“(Y/N) (L/N),” you grumble out your name.

“Are you a foreigner?”

“No. My parents just aren’t born here,” you respond, having gotten the question hundreds of times in the past.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss (Y/N) (L/N),” the man smiles, and you chuckle softly as he rings up the order, “My name is Jeongguk. I assume you go to the college down the road?” Jeongguk asks as you sit on one of the stools at the counter. You sigh, your shoulders dropping as you nod slowly. Watching as Jeongguk prepares the americano. “Ah, I used to go there. I already graduated.”

“What was your major?” You ask curiously.

“I was a fine arts major. I only have my undergrad, but I’m saving up to go back and get my masters,” Jeongguk says.

“Oh,” your eyes brighten, intrigued by the sudden conversation, “If you don’t mind me asking, what’ll you do with your masters once you get it?”

Jeongguk sighs, his head tilting slightly as he focuses his eyes on the drink in his hand, perfecting it, “I’m not sure, actually. There’s a lot of things I could do. I could just work under a company to make things for ‘em, like designs and shit like that. But, I’m more into painting. Heh, but there’s not much painting can get for you nowadays. I haven’t seen many jobs that take in painters, so I’m reconsidering whether or not painting should be my go - to.”

“Right,” you nod, completely understanding, “It’s an amazing skill to have, though. You could probably start up on social media and sell your works worldwide.”

“Social media’s never been my forte, but it’s a thought,” Jeongguk passes you the americano, and you don’t hesitate to take a sip of the hot drinking, cringing slightly at the bitter taste. But, you soon get used to it. “What’s your major?”

“Political science,” you chuckle.

“Oh - ho! We got a smarty - pants over here, now don’t we?” Jeongguk jokes as he grabs a white, bulky mug from a shelf. You chuckle, a bit flusters. Already feeling better from this conversation with him, “The only person I knew in political science was Chris! You know Chan? Bang Chan?”

“Yeah, he’s on my committee, we’re friends,” you shrug a shoulder.

“Nice. Let him know I said hi, won’t you?” You nod quickly, taking another sip of the coffee, “Is it as much work as they say?”

“Well, with this dumb team I was pressured into, yeah, it’s a lot more than most other people with different majors seem to have,” you answer, and Jeongguk nods slowly, listening intently as he puts a kettle filled with water on a small stovetop. He then turns to you and leans against the bar table separating you both, “It’s fine, though. I’m just doing it to get a job so I can provide myself with enough money to get what I need and a bit more to have what I want. People in that field get lots of money, you know?”

“Yeah, just depends on what you decide to be,” Jeongguk nods.

“I guess you’re right,” you nod slowly, “I’m most likely to graduate with my bachelors, but I’m gonna take law so I can be a lawyer. Either tort or criminal, I don’t mind.”

“Ah, those are tricky fields in law, aren’t they,” Jeongguk chuckles, and you nod slowly, “Well, I wish you the best of luck. By the way, when did you and Chris become friends? I’ve been friends with him for a few years, now, and I don’t recall him being with you.”

“Oh, I only befriended him at the beginning of the year,” you say, and Jeongguk nods, “I went to a party with my friend and met him there. We’re also on the same committee for planning for the school, so we got pretty close.”

“You mean the huge party right before school started up, don’t you?” You nod slowly, “Mm. I know just what party you’re talking about. I think I might’ve seen you. You looked familiar when you walked in, so it’d make sense. Let me guess, were you with one of Chris’s buds? I forget his name, but I think his family name is Han, right?”

Your eyes instantly roll, and you nod, “Yeah. Han Jisung. I went with him.”

“Ouch, what a reaction,” Jeongguk laughs, noting your eyes which rolled sassily, “Did he do something to you?”

“It’s a long story.” You admit. It’s not too long, actually. It could be simplified, but you didn’t want to talk about it to a stranger.

“I have time,” Jeongguk says, smiling brightly.

You raise a brow, “So do I, and I’m going to spend it drinking my coffee.” Jeongguk raises his hands in surrender.

“Fine, fine. Have it your way,” And finally, Jeongguk finished your tea and gave it to you.

You both talked for the remainder of the night (well, morning) until the sun came up. You had about five coffees, trying different kinds that Jeongguk suggested, and another green tea with honey in it. You learned that Jeongguk graduated early, mostly since he didn’t have enough money, but he was also ahead of the rest of the year by a long run, so he privately graduated. He didn’t start working at the coffee shop until a few months ago, and works the night shift and was the only one there. Apparently, no one usually came in during his shift except for travellers passing by or the tired college students, which were more likely to come by and study.

You didn’t even notice it was morning until Jeongguk’s face illuminated with the sunlight over the city’s buildings. You both traded numbers, and you promised to come again during his shift on his days. He said he’d text you, but you weren’t too sure he would. You were at least thankful to not be totally alone that night, since part of you knew that Jisung was going to get to your head, and you’d be either upset or angry. Jeongguk was able to rid your mind of him, even if only for those five or so hours you sat there, talking to him.

But, once you walked into your dorm to change into a quick pair of different clothes, all you could think about is Jisung. Debating your feelings.

You, however, constantly repeated to yourself that you didn’t even like him like that. He’s only a friend. Only a friend. Have it be with or without benefits, he’s only a friend.

You decided to just wear a pair of baggy sweats and an old hoodie, not caring much for your appearance. Although there’s tons of caffeine running through your system, you were still exhausted from the lack of sleep, and your mood had been dropped. You knew there was probably going to be another meeting today with Chunae, but you couldn’t be too sure. You didn’t get any work done last night (obviously), and you don’t know whether or not you’ll hear it from her or not, whether or not she’ll pull you out of class again for a meeting you could care less about.

You didn’t see Jisung for the first few hours of school, per usual. He didn’t try texting you nor calling you, which you were a bit skeptical about, but you tried to ignore it. You’re supposed to be agitated with him. And, you are. You still cared for him, and you still miss him despite it being only one night. But, then again, he probably didn’t miss you the way you missed him.

He would miss you, sure. But he wouldn’t miss the way you kiss him, right? He wouldn’t miss the way you hold him. The way you love him.

But, you’re not in love with him.

You can’t be.

You did see Chris, though. He actually walked up to you during passing hall and pulled you aside, against a wall. He wore a concerned, tired look as he folded his arms. Staring down at you, and rose a brow. It was silent for a moment until you emit a low, “What?”

“What’s going on between you and Jisung?” Christopher says sternly, and your blood runs cold right then and there. Your eyes widen and your brows raise as you stare up at him. Did he know? You’re too scared to answer.

“What… do you mean?” You utter out.

“Jisung called me last night asking if you were at my dorm last night at, like, midnight. Woke me up when I should’ve gotten sleep…” Christopher grumbles, rubbing his temple, “He said he thought you would have run off to my place. Didn’t say shit as to why, though. Didn’t say a damn thing. The boy even asked me to go to your dorm to see if you were there, but no one answered. I figured you were asleep. I just need to know why Jisung had to call me at fucking midnight ‘cause of you.” Christopher’s Australian accent slips into his Korean, which means he’s probably both irritated and tired.

“Oh… I’m sorry. No, I was out at some coffee shop until, like, five in the morning last night,” You answer truthfully, and Christopher sighs, “Oh, and by the way. I talked to Jeongguk there. He said hello.”

“Really, now? Jeon Jeongguk?” Christopher asks, and you shrug a shoulder, “Well, I appreciate it. Tell the guy I miss him. But, that’s not the point. At this point, I’m kind of concerned. I went over my conversation with Jisung last night all morning and yet I can’t find a single reason why you would be running to my dorm like he thought or why he didn’t go see you himself. Did he do something wrong?”

“It’s not that it’s wrong. I’m just upset about it,” you answer, and Christopher nods slowly.

“Do you mind telling me what that is? If you do, it’s a possibility I can help,” Christopher suggests, but you smile and slowly shake your head.

“It’s not something you can help with this time, Chan,” You sigh, “It’s a bit too personal.”

“Okay, now I’m really concerned. I might have been Jisung’s friend longer, but I care about you, too, (Y/N). Please tell me what’s wrong. I know something’s happening between the two of you. And if it’s really that personal, I promise on my life not to tell anybody,” Christopher says.

You sigh and look around before grabbing the man’s hand and pulling him away to somewhere more private. He didn’t argue, but he seemed a bit surprised at how quickly you acted. You pulled him out to the courtyard, not caring much for being tardy, anymore. Your heart thumped in your chest. The rules vividly recite themselves in your mind; “No one else is supposed to know about this relationship.”

Well, here goes one rule flushed down the toilet.

Once you stopped, Christopher shoves his hands in his pocket, shrugging his shoulders at you, “Okay, now what is it?”

You shake your head slightly, debating whether or not to tell him. If Jisung found out, it’d be the death of you. But, you don’t know if you should be excited about that or scared. You’re not sure how he’d react to such news from Christopher.

You know what, fuck it, you thought to yourself.

“Well?”

“We’ve been fucking since the party,” you blurt out, and Christopher’s brows raise in shock. At both the news and how flat toned and blunt you were being. “I got a bit too tipsy and we ended up having sex. We made specific rules, which is so dumb of me to say since one of them is to literally tell nobody. Which means you can’t tell anyone and you can’t let Jisung know that you know this or he will kill me, Chan. Kill me, got it? Whatever, it… he and I had a bit of a fight after doing it last night.”

“But why?” Christopher carefully asks.

“Because he’s after a girl. A girl I’m not too fond of,” you admit.

“Chunae, isn’t it?”

“How’d you know?” You raise a brow, glad he isn’t overreacting to your confession to sleeping around with Jisung.

“Let’s just say that he’s been flirting with her every chance he gets,” Christopher admits, and you sigh softly, looking down in disappointment, but trying your hardest not to make it too obvious about how upset you were, “They share some classes, and he’s apparently been talking to her every chance he gets. Not to mention, Chunae seemed pretty into him, too.”

“Yeah, no shit,” you sigh, tiredness suddenly coming over you, as well as exhaustion, “We fought about it, but I’m the one in the wrong. He has every right to like someone and want to date someone. But… I dunno.”

“Do you love him?” Christopher asks slowly, and you take a seat at the nearest bench, Christopher following behind you and sitting next to you.

“I don’t know,” you answer truthfully in a small voice, “I really don’t know. One part of me misses him so much whenever I’m without him. One part of me loves him, but the other part just tells me that he’s only my friend and nothing more. But, yeah. He wanted me to stay the night at his dorm, but I didn’t since he only had me over and treated me well because he’s going to cut things off soon.”

“Do you want him to cut things off?”

“No!” You yell, a little too upset with the situation, and Christopher breaths in through his nose. You cover your face with his hands, slightly muffled by your hands, “I don’t! But he says that we will, and I-” you don’t bother to look up, cutting yourself off before you start crying out of nowhere. Your head hurt from the lack of sleep, but your eyes hurt from the need and resistance to cry.

Christopher placed a warm hand on your back, and you breath slowly.

“I don’t want him to leave me, Chris… I really don’t,” you shake your head slightly. Christopher’s hand massages your back and shoulders reassuringly. His warm hand giving you the reassurance you needed.

“I know, (Y/N), I know. It’s alright,” he sighs, his arm wrapping around you and pulling you into a hug. You don’t resist it. In fact, you lift yourself up to let your hands grip onto his shirt to hug him tightly, “If you’ll like, I can talk to Jisung. I won’t tell him that I know about the… benefits… but, I’ll let him know that you just don’t feel comfortable about his relationship with Chunae, alright? How does that sound?” Christopher’s voice is sweet and soft, calming you from your growing tears.

“That sounds perfect, Channie… thank you,” you whisper softly, your head burrowed in his chest.

It’s weird being held by another man. Another man that isn’t Han Jisung. It’s nice, especially since Christopher has such a loving and gentle personality. His hands hug you without any awkwardness, and it’s nice that someone other than Jisung can hug you without being uncomfortable.

But, your comfort was soon taken away when Christopher let’s go of you and shifts in his seat. You look up, and you see someone familiar walking towards you both. At first, your tears — blurred eyes make it impossible to see who it is, but once your eyes are cleared, Han Jisung’s perfect face comes into view. His face is stoic, his lips down turned in a subtle frown. His eyes are focused on you, and you stand up in your spot, clutching your backpack to get ready to leave.

“Don’t you dare move, (Y/N),” Jisung yells loudly, and you freeze at the spot. Christopher’s eyes widening from how aggressive Jisung sounded. Once he’s directly in front of you, he finally looks over to Christopher, and steps towards him, “I asked you to check up on her, Chan. Not do whatever the fuck you guys were doing just now.”

“What, comforting her?” Christopher stands his ground, standing up despite them both being the same height, “Something you should have been doing instead of me?”

Your hand clamps over your mouth. Jisung’s brows furrow, and his fists clench, but he doesn’t do anything, “I asked you a simple favor. To check up on her for me.”

“And that’s what I was doing,” Christopher defends himself, and you watch curiously. Neither of them spare you a glance, both staring at each other, “I’m not trying to pick a fight here, Jisung. But, it’s not my place to take care of her in… your situation.” Christopher looks Jisung up and down, and Jisung wears a disgusted look on his face. “I only asked what the fuck you did for you to think she was running off to me. ‘Cause, she was actually at the fucking coffee shop all damn morning talking to Jeongguk.”

“Jeongguk?” Jisung’s brows furrow, and he looks over to you briefly. You slowly nod, “Did you sleep at all last night?” You slowly shook your head, and Jisung groaned, running a hand through his messy hair. He turns back to Christopher, “Can you leave, Chan? I need to talk to her.”

Christopher looks past Jisung to you, and you shake your head slowly. Somewhat afraid of being alone with Jisung just for what you will talk about. However, Christopher gives you an apologetic look before turning back to Jisung, “Fine. Call me later (Y/N). If you don’t, I’m stopping by your dorm to check up on you.”

“Alright… Bye, Chan…” You mumble loudly back, and Christopher gives Jisung a subtle glance before grabbing his things and walking away.

You sat back down, half expecting Jisung to do the same. But, no, he stood in front of you. Towering over you as you stared at your feet. His hands stuff themselves into his hoodie’s pockets, and there’s a tense silence.

“Jisung…”

“Why did you run off like that last night, (Y/N)?” Jisung immediately cuts you off, and you can’t find yourself having the courage to look him in the eyes. You felt embarrassed for yourself, but you had to stay and talk to him. You don’t know how to answer. You don’t have a straight answer in your tired mind. “Answer me, (Y/N). We’re not going to get anywhere if you keep quiet.”

“I don’t know, Jisung,” you breathe out, gripping the bench below you, “I… Was just irritated.”

“Why?” Jisung crouches down so you can’t avoid his eyes. Unlike how you thought, Jisung’s eyes were more concerned than angry, like you thought they’d be. His hand escapes his pocket to rest on your knee, “I knew you weren’t irritated. You were just fine before I started talking about Chunae.”

Caught red handed. You stared at him like a deer in headlights, and your lips purse, trying your hardest to find an answer.

“I don’t know, Jisung. I really don’t,” you whisper to him pitifully, and Jisung shakes his head.

“No… No, I know you know the answer, (Y/N). I can make everything better if you just talked to me,” Jisung says in a voice you rarely heard. He’s usually joking around or simply has such an upbeat attitude. It’s so rare to see Jisung this serious, it almost makes you want to cry by how it affects you so. The way his voice lowers, relaxing and calming, yet stern. The way his eyes weren’t bright or happy, but not cold or angry.

It was almost scary.

“You say that as if there’s something wrong with me,” you try to chuckle bitterly, dodging his stare. But, his head moves with yours, and his hand that rests on your knee rises to firmly cup your cheek, turning your head to look directly at him with no exceptions.

“Because there is. There’s something you’re not telling me,” Jisung answers.

“Jisung,” your voice hardens, your heartbeat rising as Jisung’s words tug and pull at your heart, “I need to get to class. I’m already very late.”

“No, you’re staying here until we figure this out,” Jisung’s other hand grips your wrist, tugging at it, even though you never moved to get up in the first place. He seemed on edge, and took a brief glance behind him before turning back to you, “You’re my best friend for life, (Y/N). You know that. I care so much for you, and if there’s something wrong with my decisions, then I need you to tell me.”

“I…” your eyes close for a minute, nibbling on your bottom lip before looking up at him, “I don’t want you to cut things off between us, Jisung. I want to keep doing this… whatever this is. It makes me happy, Jisung.”

“Oh, (Y/N)...” Jisung sighs softly, his head dipping for a moment before he looks up at you with a pitiful smile, “Is that why you were mad last night?”

“So what if it is? You won’t do anything about it,” you answer, and Jisung’s brows furrow, “Even if I begged on my knees for you to keep doing this with me, you’d still reject me, wouldn’t you?”

“I — (Y/N), you know that I—“

“Wouldn’t you?” You cut him off, your glossy eyes boring into his. His hand falls from your face, resting on your thigh, and he squeezes it slightly.

“It depends…” Jisung answers truthfully, “On what I’m rejecting you for.” Your frown deepens, upset with his answer. Even so, you would’ve been upset if he said no. “If it’s for something stupid, like someone told me to stop or I had moral changes, hell no. But if it were for something like… like Chunae and I… then yes.”

You don’t answer him. You just stare at him, blinking every so often to try and keep away the growing tears. He would choose Chunae over you. Of course. You should have known. Everyone loved Chunae. Chunae deserved everyone’s love for how pretty, smart and proper she is. Of course Han Jisung would reject the sassy, immature and lazy (Y/N) (L/N) for a perfect woman like Chunae. You’re not a perfect woman. Not at all.

Not for Han Jisung.

It was then, at that moment of thoughts of Chunae and Jisung running through your head that you came to a sudden realization as you stared into Jisung’s worried eyes.

You’re in love with him.

You’re in love with Han Jisung. Your best friend.

“Get away from me,” you mumble.

“What…?” Jisung’s brows furrow.

“I said get away from me,” your broken voice whimpers out, “You make everything so much harder for me. Everything…” You shove away his hands and stand up, but Jisung is quick to scramble up and wrap his arms around your waist, his chest pressed against your back as his face burrows into your neck.

Your heart burns badly. It’s painful, too painful. You feel as though you’re going to collapse from how painful it is.

“Don’t go, yet. Please. You’re confusing me, (Y/N),” Jisung whispers into your neck, his warm breath sending tingles down your spine.

“No. I said get away from me,” you try and push him away, scooping your arms under his to try and push him away. But, Jisung is oddly persistent.

But, you eventually get away, grabbing your things and dashing off.

“No, (Y/N), wait! Please!” Jisung yells after you, but you're already to the building doors, throwing yourself into the building and dashing to the girl’s bathroom to recollect yourself.

And, thankfully, it’s empty. You throw your backpack down and lean against the sink. Finally, you let the tears fall. They fell down your cheeks fast and hot, the aching feeling of relief in your mind allowing you to breath slowly as the tears dripped mercilessly down your face, showing no signs of stopping.

You stared at yourself in the mirror as you cried. You were quiet. Making no sound other than sniffling here and there. You don’t even try to wipe away the tears that stain your face, too bothered and eager to cry to do so. Your eyes grow red and big, your cheeks reddening from the tears and your heart aching badly in your chest.

Once the thought of being in love with Han Jisung enters your mind, you look away from yourself. Your head falling, and you grip your hair. Shaking your head in your arms, Letting out muffled, “No, no, no!”s as you started to weakly, softly sob. Your body trembles with your tears.

You can’t be in love with Han Jisung. It’ll only end in your heartbreak. Jisung will cut things off immediately, and probably push you away once he finds out. You can’t for the life of you let him find out. You’re too scared to tell him yourself, so you have to keep it a secret from anyone who might be able to tell him and have him believe it. It’s too risky, so you’d have to keep this painful secret to yourself, no matter how badly you wanted to babble on and on about how much you hate this feeling and about how good he makes you feel, emotionally and physically.

You didn’t say a word to anyone after your short breakdown in the bathroom. You soon grew too tired to cry, and too stressed to go back to class, so you waited out that period before your lunch hour would come by. You didn’t know where to go. There would be girls hogging the bathroom, and hundreds of other students roaming the campus. You really didn’t want to be around people at this point, but you didn’t have much of a choice in the first place.

So, you went to the courtyard. You called Christopher, telling him about what happened, and he said he was going to be there right away and to meet him by the outdoor canteen. So, you sat at an empty table, waiting.

You scrolled mindlessly through your phone, wearing a blank, stoic expression as nothing was present in your all — too tired mind. Your backpack resting against your leg as you waited.

When you hear loud footsteps coming near, you look up. Not expecting who it was at first. It’s Chunae, and she looks on edge and upset. Her perfectly tinted lips frown darkly at you, and she stops in front of you.

“And where were you last class period?” She asks, and you raise your brow, turning off your phone and resting it on the table.

“Not there? Why do you care?” You scowl back at her, staring up at her with a dark glare. However, she doesn’t seem to back down, only to get angrier.

“I was supposed to give you more papers for people to contact, as well as parents and volunteers,” she throws a stack of papers in front of you. And you gawk at it. She already gave you so much shit to do beforehand, why the hell is she giving you more? You already have enough work, she should know that. She knew as well as the rest how busy political students are. And she had the audacity to throw a stack of papers on your desk and demand you to analyze and contact each person? “I want them done by this weekend, no exceptions.”

“You don’t get to decide that, Chunae,” You scoff, smiling bitterly at her. Your own anger rising, “I already have enough shit from the other stack of documents you thrusted down my throat on top of my school work. I’m not doing all this shit in less than a week!” You nearly yell, but you don’t raise your voice too much. You thrust an angry finger at the stack.

“Listen, (Y/N),” Chunae sighs, “I’m not in the best of moods right now. I don’t want to deal with bullshit right now when we’re on a tight schedule. This event is in danger of being shut down completely if we don’t finish it soon.”

“And does it look like I give two shits?” You sarcastically smile.

“Don’t joke with me, (Y/N), and please control your language. It’s giving me a headache.”

“Oh, boo — hoo,” you roll your eyes, leaning back in your chair, “What do you want? A cookie?”

“Don’t, (Y/N). I swear.” Chunae vaguely threatens, and you smirk.

“You swear what?” You urge, standing up slowly. Taking a step towards her, and she takes a small one back. Her expression doesn’t change. Her dead, yet beautiful brown eyes glaring into yours, “What’ll you do? Give me more paperwork? Tell me off to Daddy? Punch my teeth in?” You glare down at her hand, cocking a snarky brow at it before glaring at her, “I’d like to see you try to lay a finger on me.”

“Like you could do any better,” Chunae snaps, and you’re surprised how she’s snapping back instead of de — escalating the situation. It makes you excited. The urge to punch her only grew, “Your words are louder than your actions, (Y/N). Don’t underestimate me.”

You laugh loudly, “Ha! That’s funny! You… scary? Hey, I give an A- for effort, how about it?” You elbow her arm jokingly before turning back to glare through the paperwork she so selfishly threw your way.

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that,” Chunae snaps.

“You forget who’s older.”

“You forget who has Han Jisung.”

You freeze. The paper falling out of your hand as you turn slowly to see a smirking Chunae. Smiling as though she killed off her worst enemy. Your mouth falls open, and you scoff.

“What… the fuck did you just say?” You grumble darkly, her hands balling into fists at your sides.

“I said… You forget who has Han Jisung,” she repeats slowly.

You had heard her loud and clear. Just like you heard Jisung when he confessed his adoration for Chunae. You were just in shock. You did not expect this out of someone like her. And, just like that, all your respect was lost for the woman. She crossed a border she could never escape. She’s crossed a line she can never retract over. She’s pushed buttons inside you that can’t be fixed.

“I dare you to say that again.” You growl through gritted teeth, and in the corners of your eyes, you can see Christopher walking up. But, a small crowd had started to watch you and Chunae. He stops by them, deciding not to intervene physically.

“(Y/N)?” Christopher yells, and you turn your head to him. “Is…” He grows silent when he sees your angry glare.

You turn back to Chunae, Christopher watching silently, prepared if anything happens. He pulls out his phone, and presses a few buttons before pressing it to his ear. Speaking to the person on the other line under his breath. You could care less, though, and you mainly focused on Chunae.

“I said I dare you to say that again!” You finally yell, and the people in the canteen grow silent. All heads turning to the both of you, and Christopher continues talking on the phone to whoever it is. Your hand flies up, gripping the hem of Chunae’s blouse. Pulling her intimidatingly close. You’re slightly taller than her, so she looked up at you.

Chunae only chuckles softly, “I have Han Jisung… He’s mine, isn’t he?”

As if on cue, your fist, knuckling white from clenching it so hard, comes into contact with Chunae’s cheek right as an out of breath Han Jisung comes running to the scene. But, you’re too busy to pay him any mind.

Of course, like you expected, Chunae flies to the ground. Immediately cupping her face and letting out a brief cry. And, just like that, you’re the bad guy. You sigh and roll your eyes. Shaking off your hand, which aches slightly from the impact on her defined cheekbone. You turn to Christopher and Jisung. Jisung stands there, staring between you and Chunae, who lay on the ground, holding her black and blue face. Christopher just gawks at you.

“What the fuck, (Y/N)?!” Jisung yells.

“Hey, before you overreact, I can explain…”

But, you’re quickly cut off when you feel a yank at your ankle, and you let out a yelp as you get yanked down. Your body yanked down, and the top of your head slams against the table you were sitting out, letting out a loud thunk through the air. And, you can briefly see Jisung trying to run up, but Christopher holds him back briefly.

Your hand flies up to your head, dizziness overtaking you as your mind falls blank for a second. Your head begins to throb, and you hiss through your teeth. However, you’re not gifted with enough time to get over the pain like Chunae did before she towers over you. Her high heels are kicked off, and she presses the ball of her foot into your chest, forbidding airway.

You’re a little too dizzy to think, but you’re conscious enough to react. Your hand flies up on instinct, your hands gripping her ankle and twisting it with your hands, causing her to fall. Before she could have time to get back up, you climb back on top of her and straddle her stomach.

She kicked and struggled, but your hands gripped her wrists (all too familiar with this position with the help of Jisung), pinning them to the ground. Your head aches, throbbing painfully. You’re still dizzy, trying to stay conscious from both the lack of sleep and from your head hitting the table.

“Hey! Hey, calm down. Just, oh fuck, my head. Oh, my god, Chunae, what the fuck is wrong with you?” You grumble as you squeeze your eyes shut, as if that would ease the pain. But, it doesn’t.

Jisung and Christopher eventually come over. Jisung’s arms wrap around you, just below your breasts as he pulls you off. You don’t struggle, but Chunae does. Christopher struggles pulling Chunae away, who still tries to pummel you.

She got a good hit on you. But it wasn’t really her. She just yanked your ankle, which threw your head against the table. You melted into Jisung’s arms, and he helped you to your feet carefully. Every movement made your headache worse. It blistered your head, sending shots of pain through your body. You tried your best to stay conscious, but it was a bit more difficult than one might seem. So, you focused on the way Jisung’s hands held you to try and keep you awake.

You faintly heard a teacher running over, asking about what the hell was going on. Jisung excused him, saying that there was a fight but it’s been handled and he’s taking you to the nurse’s office. So, the professor let you and Chunae go without much argument (probably not wanting to deal with something like this in the middle of the day.

But, Jisung didn’t take you to the nurse’s office. Christopher did, though, dragging a struggling Chunae away to the nurse’s office with no help. Jisung whispered incoherent words to you as one of his hands gripped your waist, the other holding your hand as you stumbled on your own two feet. Your vision blurred and your stomach erupted in pain. You had a concussion, all because Chunae as able to swipe at your ankle.

You were in too much pain to think clearly, hanging onto Jisung, “Ji… my head hurts so fuckin’ bad.” Your words are muffled by the lump in your throat that grew from the pain.

“I know, baby. She got you pretty good, didn’t she,” Jisung’s soft words seem to calm your head a bit, but it goes away the moment your foot plants on the ground to take another step, “It’s alright… I’m sure she wasn’t in a good mood, that’s all.”

“Shut up,” you grumble out, and Jisung sighs softly, squeezing your waist briefly as he walks you through a pair of doors and down a hall.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). Let’s not talk about Chunae right now. Let’s just get you to rest for a bit,” Jisung reassured, and you thanked whatever god is out there that he’ll shut up about Chunae.

“Where’re we goin’?” You look around, squinting through your blurred vision, as if that’d help (news flash; it didn’t).

“Back to my dorm,” Jisung answers, and you turn to him, “Jeongin isn’t back, yet, so don’t worry. Besides, we have better shit than the nurse will give you. She’ll just give you an ice pack and tell you to move on with your day, now won't she?” You think about it for a moment, although nothing goes through your mind. But, you agree with him and nod slowly.

The rest of the walk is silent. Sometimes, you’d nearly trip over your own feet, but with Jisung’s hand on your waist, he always caught you and whispered words of reassurance that never truly got all the way through your brain. Eventually though, you both made it to Jisung’s dorm. He unlocked it with one hand easily and threw the white door open. Not bothering to flick on the light before he walked in, kicking the door closed, and sat you on his bed.

Once you sat down, you felt like you’d been holding the world on your shoulders. You got a bit of relief since you weren’t moving around as much, but it still hurt like a bitch. Your head throbbed, everywhere. Your body twitched in pain. You couldn’t think straight nor could you see especially clearly, and you felt like you were about to throw up all of the coffee and tea you’d had this morning.

Jisung shuffled through one of his drawers before pulling out a first aid kit. He took his chair from his desk and rolled it in front of you, sitting on it and placing the first aid kit in his lap before opening it. “Dad always said to keep it handy. Turns out it’s finally coming to good use. I just need to see if there’s a wound on your head.”

And, so, without struggle, you lay forward, your head resting on Jisung’s knee as he gently moved your hair to the sides, looking for something. He did end up finding a bruise on the top of your head and said that it would be best to leave it alone for the time being before icing it. He gave you a few pills of over the counter medication to help ease the pain. But, he seemed a bit conflicted. It was mostly silent, you didn’t really talk since you didn’t have the strength to nor the will to. Chunae might be pretty weak, but with a blow to your head on the table like that… that’ll fuck you up real good.

Once you’re laying against his pillows, Jisung finally pipes up again.

“Come here.”

“Hmm?” You look up, and Jisung’s legs are spread slightly, one hand on his thigh as he looked over to you. His hair shadowing his eyes slightly.

“I said come here, now don’t be stubborn,” He motions you over with his hand, and you groan and squeeze your eye shut as you sit up and slide off of the bed and walk up to him. Jisung guides you around and slowly onto his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist tightly.

“Jisung?” You mumble softly.

“Shh… This is going to help you with the pain, baby,” Jisung whispers against your ear, and you feel his press a gentle kiss to the back of your ear. You breathe in sharply, somewhat knowing where this is going as Jisung’s hand grips at your shirt. “It’ll make your head feel so much better, baby. I’ll make you feel good, alright?”

“Mm… how would that help?” You sighed out, your head already leaning onto Jisung’s shoulder, your eyes closing in relaxation as Jisung’s hands caressed your stomach, nearing both your breasts and your womanhood, but not daring to go near just yet.

“It’ll make all your muscles relax. It’ll make you feel better,” Jisung whispers into your ear, making you shiver, “Don’t you want that? You want me to touch you, babygirl?”

You can’t think straight. All morality and logic is thrown out your mental window, so you nod quickly without thinking. One your hands swiping up to caress Jisung’s neck as he pressed a few light kisses to your ear. “Alright, (Y/N). My sweet baby. Just relax for me, alright?” The praise makes butterflies erupt in your stomach, and you nearly forget that he’s only your friend. Your legs spread slightly, your back pressing to his chest. Letting him hold your weight. “That’s my good girl. My perfect (Y/N).”

His. His perfect (Y/N). Those words made you happy, oh so happy. Even if a thought couldn’t bear to finish in your head, you still enjoyed such words. It’s a break from the name calling and the dirty talk. It made you feel like the only girl in the world. Like Chunae was never a part of the picture to begin with.

Jisung’s hands slowly unbutton your jeans, his lips still pressing kisses to the side of your neck and your ear. Occasionally whispering short sentences like, “Good girl… That’s right… Oh, baby…” It makes you squirm in his grasp as he undoes your jeans and pushes them off of you. You weakly lift up your hips to help him a little bit as Jisung lets your pants fall to the ground with a low thud. You press your ass against Jisung, your leg spreading a bit more at the feeling of the cold air of the dorm meeting your clothed womanhood, which got wetter by the second.

You let your head lift, resting your head against Jisung’s cheek to let it rest, but you wanted to watch his hands as they softly caressed your thighs. Sending calming chills through your legs and your gut as his warm hands touched your thighs and hips ever so intimately. You melted into his touch, your lips parting to allow your low breaths to become audible. You could feel Jisung’s breath against your ear and your neck, and your neck craned slightly to feel more of it.

“You’re so beautiful, (Y/N), you know that?” Jisung’s low, sudden voice sent butterflies exploding in your stomach. You whimpered softly in response, not knowing how to respond to such praise, since Jisung was quite the degrader. He’d usually call you all sorts of dirty things. He’s probably taking pity on you since you’re hurt, but it doesn’t matter. It still makes you feel so happy and so turned on. “My beautiful baby…” Jisung whispers, seemingly to himself as his fingers brush over your clothed cunt.

“Jisunggie… don’t talk nonsense,” you utter out, sharply gasping when you feel the base of his fingers press against your clothed labia.

“What nonsense?” Jisung chuckles deeply, his fingers rubbing slowly circles, making your eyes close in bliss and your head rest against Jisung’s shoulder, your hands gripping the arms of the desk chair as Jisung’s other hand squeezes your inner thigh. “Don’t say that it’s nonsense. You’re only lying to yourself.”

You didn’t respond, basking in the pleasure and praise as Jisung’s experienced fingers rubbed along your clothes labia. Soaking your panties through with your juices (yet another pair of perfectly good underwear ruined by Jisung), the outline of your pussy showing through and letting Jisung touch even more sensitive areas.

He goes for a while without actually touching your bare womanhood. Mainly his index and middle finger rubbing and massaging your labia and over your pussy. Jisung’s eyes focused on his hands as he worked them over you. You feel yourself relax, the pain easing from you. You forget about the headache, the dizziness. The nausea and the aching throughout your body; forgotten. All that’s on your mind is how intimately Jisung touches you. How his experienced hands move over your sensitive pussy in such a delicate, yet firm way. So gentle, yet so emphatic.

So loving, yet so bitterly resistant.

Your mind grows blank. Too caught up in the relaxing pleasure and from overcoming your concussion to think straightly. All that keeps your mind wandering is Jisung and Jisung alone. Not Christopher. Not the man, Jeongguk, that you met at the coffee shop. Not even Chunae. Only Han Jisung.

After long minutes of slowly teasing your cunt, soaking your panties with your wetness, Jisung finally bids you one good deed and taps your hip. Guiding you to raise it as he slips them off slowly. Letting them fall down your legs and onto the floor below. You step out of them. Your bottom half now completely exposed, yet you still wear all that’s on your torso. You didn’t care, though. It was better than being fully clothed, anyways.

“Oh, fuck…” Jisung breaths out in a rugged manner as his fingers slowly brush over the lips of your pussy, your sweet wetness seeping from you, already coating Jisung’s fingertips, “You’re so wet for me, baby. So wet for me. It makes me want to fuck you so hard. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” You frantically nod against Jisung’s head, watching as his fingers push against your labia and against your core. Firmly pressing against your clit, and your back arches as you grind your hips on his fingers. “But, I won’t. Not yet, anyways. I’m going to make you feel better, not make you scream and give you a headache all over again.”

Jisung chuckles deeply, as if what he just said was nothing more than a joke, but you didn't laugh along. He doesn’t seem to care, though, since you’re obviously so immersed in the way Jisung’s fingers rub your pussy gently. His lips part slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck as his middle finger teases your entrance.

“Jisung, ahh~... Yes, please, just like that…” you whisper out in sharp breaths as Jisung slowly inserts his middle finger into you. Pumping slowly until his knuckles are pressed against your heat. “Fuck, yes… Love your fingers so much, Jisung - ah.”

“I know, baby,” Jisung tenses below you at your words, and his finger slightly curves inside you, making your leg twitch. But, his hand that caressed your thigh gripped your leg, keeping you steady on his lap. “I don’t usually get to finger you like this, do I? Letting my hands do all the work, hmm?”

No, he didn’t. But damn, you wanted him to more often. You didn’t answer, only with a delicate moan as Jisung’s middle finger slowly pumps itself in and out of you. Curving slightly every time it thrusted into you to hit that special spot. Sending chills through your torso as his finger worked inside you so well. Your walls clench around him, despite how he was going slow. It wasn’t painfully slow, but not enough to make you cum quick enough. It’s a slow burn. Slowly building up your sensitivity as his palm pressed against your clit.

“You take my fingers so well, (Y/N) - ah… You’re always so good for me, aren’t you?” Jisung comments, his voice low, yet gentle. Soft to the ear, and not as aggressive and dark as it tended to be during sex. It sent you on an overdrive. It drove you crazy by just his tone of voice. It made your heart ache and your pussy wetter and wetter. “You don’t know how hard this is for me, baby…”

Oh, you knew. You can feel his hard dick pressing against your ass. The only thing keeping you two apart was his few articles of clothing. But, no matter what he was wearing, you could still feel how he ached underneath you. You mentally applauded him, but you were too lost in the lust to actually bid him something of a congratulations for being able to hold back this long (since he was usually pretty desperate to get his dick inside you).

It’s another minute or so until Jisung pushes in another finger. Slowly stretching you out and making you moan even louder. The way his fingers curled ever so slightly inside you, hitting that special spot over and over again drove you insane. His fingers pressing against it firmly with the tips of it. Your mind hazed with lust and desire, and your craving for him grew even bigger and even more intense.

“Shit, Jisung - ah… That feels so good ~,” you moan out as you meet with Jisung’s knuckles, grinding into his fingers.

“Hmm… does it, baby? You feel good?” You nod slowly to his words, and Jisung breathily chuckles, smiling, “See? I said it would help.”

“I don’t care about that…'' you sigh out softly, although it wasn’t entirely the truth and you were thankful that Jisung’s suggestion was able to subside your headache. “I want you to fuck me dumb, Jisung. I want to think about nothing but you.”

Jisung’s fingers stay inside you, his hand pressed against your throbbing pussy as he looks at your face. You already looked so fucked out. So desperate, your eyes craving and needy. “Are you sure?”

You slowly nod, turning your head and pressing a kiss to his lips briefly. It wasn’t too sloppy, but your tongue brushed over his lips, “Yes, Jisung… I want you to make me your bitch…”

“Oh, sweet, sweet (Y/N)...” Jisung chuckles darkly, his hand pulling itself from your pussy, making you twitch and gasp loudly as his wet hand flies up to grip your cheeks. Pushing your head back slightly as his fingers press into your jaw, holding your head in place as you clenched around nothing. Your pussy craves both release and Jisung ever so badly.

“You were my bitch since the beginning,” Jisung’s voice grows familiarly dark, and you try to clamp your legs shut from the chills that run through your womanhood. But, Jisung’s hand yanks your legs apart. “Keep your legs spread for me. I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging for me to stop.”

You let out a breathy moan, and, at first, you thought Jisung was going to pull you into a kiss. But, he didn’t. He chose a rougher path. He quickly pushes you off of him. Standing up and pushing you face first onto the bed. The back of his hand pushing your face down into the sheets, the other guiding your hips up slowly. Spreading your legs for him. Such a dirty position, your dripping pussy on display for no one other than Han Jisung.

But, he doesn’t spend much time staring at your pussy. Instead, his hands grip your wrists, and he grinds his clothed, hard cock against your wet pussy. He let out a breathy moan, leaning over your so he was next to your ear as he whispered, “You see how hard you make me, (Y/N)? You see you fucking riled up you make me? Makes me want to fuck this pussy all damn day. Have you sit on my cock all fucking day, huh?”

You moan out in response, your hair spread as your hoodie fell down. Your bra is slightly exposed, and Jisung pulls himself up. Basically ripping off your bra and tossing it to the side. Not even bothering with the hoodie itself as he tore down his jeans.

You couldn’t watch him, so you knew he was fully exposed when you heard the snap and fall of his boxers. It’s almost an instant when his throbbing head comes out and presses against your pussy. Your lips fall wide open as Jisung rubs his cock over your soaking pussy.

“Oh, fuck, you’re so wet for me,” Jisung moans out lowly, “So ready for my cock, like always. So desperate for me. So needy for me cock, aren’t you? Already so fucked out and I haven’t even put my dick inside you yet. Such a slutty girl…”

You moan out, your back arching, presenting yourself more to him, “Jisung! Jisung, please just fuck me…! I need it so bad, please…So bad…” You breath out rapidly, clutching the sheets.

Jisung lets out a shaky breath in response to your begging, “Since you asked so nicely…”

And, like an instant, Jisung was inside you. His hips pressed against your ass, his hands guiding your hips back to meet with his. You let out loud strings of moans and groans of Jisung’s name and incoherent words as Jisung fucks himself into you, raw. His dick throbs inside your wet walls. You clench around him desperately, your back falling limp as you succumb to the pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, (Y/N), you do so well in this po-position, don’t you?” Jisung breathes out raggedly, and you moan loudly in response. Jisung’s hands harshly gripping your hips and waist to have you meet back with his harsh, aggressive thrusts. His cock burns your hot walls, burning in such a blissfully good way, it makes your eyes roll back in pleasure.

“Ji-Jisunggie -ah… It’s so… so good - oh, fuck! Just like that, please, just like that!” You scream out as Jisung props up one of his legs, allowing him to have a better angle to thrust even faster and harder. Ramming his rock hard dick into you with passion. Jisung’s hands trail around your waist and ass once you’ve started to bounce back, meeting with his thrusts on your own.

His hands knead your ass. Spreading your cheeks before firmly pressing them. One of his hands, however, reaches up. Slowly crawling up your back, and his hips stagger a bit as his hands grip a handful of your hair. First, his hand merely presses against your head. But, at some point, he yanks you head back. Forcing you up from the bed, and you use your weak arms as support as Jisung’s hand yanks at your hair. You stare at the wall, but you don’t focus on it. You can’t. Your eyes keep rolling back or crossing, mixing beautifully with your loud moans.

Jisung uses the grip on your hair to give him a steadier rhythm as he thrusted into you. His hips slapping against your ass, making it bounce with every thrust. The sounds of skin slapping, your loud moaning and Jisung’s groans and occasional dirty talk filled the room as Jisung pressed wet kisses to your neck. Suckling on the back of your neck especially, and you moan from the feeling of his tongue being flushed against your sweating skin.

It was so much, his cock, the pulling of your hair and his tongue on your neck. Your mind falls blank, thinking of nothing other than Jisung’s cock. Some drool dribbles down the side of your chin as your eyes water from the pleasure. You can’t say anything more, not even being able to form Jisung’s name correctly. You’re so fucked out, so beautifully fucked out.

Jisung definitely noticed it, too, since it gave him the courage to start biting your sensitive skin. It was more sensitive in some places, and you immediately knew that he left hickeys. He bite them gently, yet firmly before running his tongue over the markings.

Your pussy clenched around him dangerously tight. So tightly, it makes Jisung let out a low, broken moan and makes his hips stagger and twitch as he presses himself deep into you. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you, babygirl? You gonna cum for me like the good little slut you are? Cum on my cock, (Y/N). Cum for me,” Jisung groans out loudly, pressing your head against the sheets again, muffling your loud moans as you feel your climax nearing.

Your knees buckle as your legs twitch and tense dangerously tightly as you feel yourself cum hard. Jisung slows down slightly, riding you out on your high. Your loud moans turn into high pitched ones as your back spasms from the intensity of it.

Right after you cum, Jisung quickly pulls out of you before shooting ropes of white cum onto your ass. You breathe heavily, trying your best to catch your breath as you listen to Jisung moan loudly once he cums, too. Your pussy clenches around nothing, and you feel your entire body relax. All your muscles calm. Exhaustion washes over you like a tidal wave.

And you’re out like a light.

Jisung was a bit concerned as to why you fell asleep so easily. But, he didn’t argue. He gently cleaned you both up while you slept and changed you into a pair of his clothes after he realized you wouldn’t wake up even if he blew an air horn in your ear. He laid you in his bed, as comfortably as he could make you. He wiped the sweat off of your face and watched your sleeping face for a few minutes before he moved back to his desk, grabbing his laptop from his backpack and opening it. Opening work for his classes, since he’ll be absent for the rest of the day.

You slept exceptionally soundly, and he was thankful for that.

Jeongin actually came back that night, too. At first, he didn’t see you sleeping in Jisung’s bed, but once Jisung motioned for him to be quiet, Jeongin looked over to his bed to see locks of (H/C) hair poking out of the blanket. He wondered why you were here, and Jisung naturally just said that you had gotten into a fight and injured yourself and he was taking you in to take care of you. Jeongin didn’t argue much and minded his own business for the rest of the day.

However, Jisung intended to sleep next to you. But, he couldn’t bring himself to. The guilt piling inside him prevented him from doing so.

#han jisung #jisung #jisung han #han #skz #stray kids #stray kids angst #smut #jisung smut #han jisung x reader #jisung x reader #han x reader #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #skz smut #skz angst #jisung x reader angst

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tssbelivet · 2 years

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Bring Me Home, Shaw: Part Two

part one | part two

Writing about these two is so much fun, so I decided to continue. I’m curious to see where the story will take them (and me). Mostly just doing this for my own entertainment, but would love to hear your thoughts if you have any! Thanks to the lovely @fantasmaenweb for proofreading this update 😌

Carson was sitting at the bar by herself, watching the crowd. She had decided to take Greta up on her invitation to have a drink. After a little stroll through the streets of Chicago and a subway ride, they had found a place that seemed to serve some good beer and play decent music. Some people were even dancing a little.

There was this guy that had kept staring at her, until he had mustered the courage to ask her to dance. Carson was not the best in saying no, so a few minutes later she was entirely too close to this man whose shirt smelled like a mixture of corned dog and cheap aftershave.

Greta and Jo were in the corner, doing weird dances and laughing. Every now and then, Greta’s eyes would wander and inspect the dancing situation Carson was still trapped in. She had been dropping hints to her dance partner, of her wanting to take a break and sit down for a beer, but he had been too involved in showing her his signature moves.

She was growing more annoyed by the minute and was getting close to just walking away, when she heard a newly familiar voice.

Greta inched herself between Carson and the man, clearly trying to save her.

“Hey girl, we were just discussing our favorite hangover-foods and I am really just dying to hear yours!”, Greta said while grabbing her by the arm and pulling her away.

Carson looked up to Greta and thanked her for her service. “This guy was just completely oblivious. And his dancing to that Supertramp song was just obscene, really.”

Greta smiled and asked: “Why didn’t you just wave your wedding band at him in the first place? Doesn’t that do the trick?”

Carson was a bit taken aback by this comment. The two of them hadn’t spoken about her being married. Looking back, she might have even avoided the topic a little. But the ring was there as proof of her marital status. Of Charlie. Of her life back in Idaho.

She looked down at her hand as she was contemplating the right way to answer Greta. But before she could speak, Jo popped up and waved a pack of cigarettes in front of Greta’s face.

“Bird, I’m gonna head out for a smoke. Wanna join me?”

She more or less ignored the fact that the two women were - clearly - in the middle of something.

Greta nodded while turning to face Carson. “Is that okay with you? You could have a drink at the bar and we will join you in a bit?”

Carson gave her a small smile. “Yes, sure. I won’t go anywhere”.

“Well, good. Because our conversation isn’t over yet”, Greta said while winking in Carson’s direction.

As the two friends tumbled out of the bar laughing, Carson was suddenly unsure whether she should stay. Jo was clearly trying to get between her and Greta and she was actually getting pretty tired.

She took out her phone to check how long it would take her to get to her hotel. She hadn’t really paid attention to directions on their way here.

Instead, she had been thinking about the way Greta had looked at her at some point during dinner. They had just talked about how Jo and Greta met, back when they were still kids, playing outside in Queens.

“Joey here was always bullied for being too manly”, Greta had said. “Baby butch vibes, probably”.

As Jo had bursted out laughing, Greta had looked at Carson, seemingly waiting for her reaction.

Carson had just smiled, because she didn’t really know what Greta had meant. Maybe it was some sort of inside joke between two childhood friends? Then again, the word “butch” did sound familiar to her, like she had read it somewhere before.

She shuffled towards the bar, ordered an IPA and took slow sips from the bottle. Maybe she should just google it? As she was unlocking her phone, Greta and Jo re-entered the bar, laughing again - or still.

Greta confidently strode towards the bar, took a sip from Carson’s drink and placed herself on the empty bar stool next to her.

“So, where were we?”

#a league of their own #carson shaw #greta gill #carson x greta #aloto fanfic

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raineydays411 · 4 years

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Reunions

Bruce Banner x daughter!reader

Summary: You are finally reunited with your father.

Your heart raced as you waited for Loki to return.

Apparently, Thor escaped and took Hulk with him. You were happy that they found a way to leave this damn planet. Or at least get out of the vicinity of the Grandmaster.

But now, the Grandmaster was upset, calling for Loki. Turns out, you’ve come to care for the man, more than you ever thought you would.

So here you are, outside the Grandmasters throne room, ready to step in if needed. You have no idea what you’d do, but you’d step in. That’s when Loki came out. You jogged up to his side, not realizing that he was with someone else.

“Well? Are you alright? What happened?” You ask, looking at his face for answers.

“Darling I am fine. Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He teases, then he turns his attention to the woman next to you.

“What have you done?”

“I don’t answer to you, lackey.”

Loki grabs her arm, “It’s Loki, and you will answer to the Grandmaster.”

“Um hey maybe you shouldn’t”

Then, she pushed his arm off her, the two of them hitting each other resulting in Loki getting punched in the face.

‘Hmmph” The woman says smugly. Annoyed, Loki pulls out a dagger.

“Why would you help my brother escape with that green fool” He asks pointing the blade at her threatingly. She pulls out her own knife.

“I don’t help anyone.” Loki lunges at her, the both of them swiping at each other trying to land a hit. You watch anxiously, debating on whether or not you would step in. That’s when Loki gets her arm pinned, seeing her tattoo.

“You’re a Valkyrie?” he questions, she breaks his hold, but he disarms her. She, however, doesn’t need a weapon as he lands several punches on Loki, managing to throw him to the wall.

“I thought the Valkyrie all dies gruesome deaths.” Loki taunted. It was surprising to hear him speak like this. He has always been so kind to you, you forget how cold his personality could be. He had a way to get under peoples skin, dig into their deepest insecurities.

The Valkyrie knees him in the chest and hold the daggers to his face. “Choose your next words carefully.” She threatens.

That was enough to get you to jump in. You kick the back of her knee, making her loose her stance. Shocked at the sudden assault, her state allowed Loki to move in.

“I’m terribly sorry. It must be a painful memory.” Then he strikes, placing his hand on her forehead. It looks like she was forced into a memory. He face turning grim as she is forced to remember what, you assume to be an awful memory.

She falls to the floor, shocked at what she had seen. Then she recovered. Faster than what Loki expected and pinned him on the ground, promptly knocking him out.

You cringe, that punch looked like it hurt. Suddenly she stands up. Turning her attention on you.

“Hey, I’m no Loki but I’m pretty scrappy.” You say, tense and prepared to fight. She scoffs at your words.

“I’m not going to fight a child. You’ll either come willingly or face the Grandmaster.”

You sigh, gathering your bags. “ Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”

She drags Loki, who is still knocked out and leads you outside the castle.

“We have to hurry before the streets get busy. The Grandmaster has already announced the disappearance of his champion.” She says, walking briskly as you follow along.

“So...you helped Thor escape?” You ask trying to keep up with her.

“More like he tricked me. Like I said before, I don’t help.”

“Then why are you taking Loki? You could’ve just left him.” You inquire.

Valkyrie huffs and turns to you, “ You ask a lot of questions, kid.”

“I’m a curious person.” You respond. You look around, the streets are already filling with people. They all are so diverse. It was different out here, seeing them in green and parading around masks and costumes of the Hulk. On Earth, people feared him. But here, he was...praised.

“I have a question.” Valkyrie says, “How did a Midgardian child end up all the way out here, with this.” She gestures to Loki.

“I was looking for my father.” You say shortly, “Loki saw me panicking and helped me out. We’ve been together ever since.”

“hmm” she hums, “We’re here.”

She leads you into a house, it was green and white, kind of like the other room Thor was imprisoned in.

“You stay here.” She says dropping Loki on a small stool. She tied him with a chain she pulls out from no where. “ I have to go find that idiot.”

Then she leaves you alone with a passed out Loki.

You sigh, taking a seat next to a window. You pull out your phone and start listening to music. You don’t feel like writing so you just stare out the window. You start to song to yourself lowly, already bored of just waiting here.

Then you hear a groan. You turn to look at Loki, who was waking up.

“Y/n? What happened” He asks wincing in pain

“You got knocked the fuck out man.” You tease. “ That Valkyrie lady brought us to her house or something.”

“Are you alright? Did she hurt you” He says struggling with the chains.

“No, just threatened me and made me come with her. I would’ve anyway, I wasn’t going to leave you. Besides, she’s kind of hot.” You say, getting up from where you were sat and grabbed a random bottle that looked like a drink.

Loki looks at you weirdly considering what you just said.

‘Here” you said, holding the bottle to his lips, “ You must be thirsty.”

He drinks from the bottle but spits it out, “Ugh that's alcohol”

You look at him and then the bottle.

“Don’t even think about it.” He warns.

“Aw man.”

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Thor had just made it to the quinjet. He’s relieved to find that the jet still works.

“Welcome, voice activation required.”

He places his hand on the scanner.

“Thor.”

Access denied.

“Thor, Son of Odin.”

Access denied

“God of Thunder’

Access denied

“Strongest Avenger.”

Access denied

“Strongest Avenger” He emphasizes.

Access denied.

Thor grunts in frustration. Trying to rack his brain for any possible passwords or nicknames. He sighs realizing what it must be.

“Damn you Stark. Point Break”

All the lights turn on as the plane is activated.

“Welcome Point Break.”

Thor rolls his eyes and starts working on starting the quinjet.

That’s when the Hulk tears the back open.

“FRIEND STAY” He shouts, making his way inside the plane.

“Hulk no!” Thor shouts, trying to get him to stop wrecking the already damaged ship.

“ STAY!” Hulk shouts stubbornly. Thor starts desperately looking for a way to preserve the ship.

He clicks random buttons, in hopes of a miracle. That's when a video pops up.

“Nice work Big guy” Natasha's voice comes through, “ We don’t know where Ultron's headed but you’re going very high, very fast. We can’t track you...”

Hulk freezes. Then jerks around. He bangs his head against the walls, punches himself in the head.

“NO BANNER.” Hulk shouts.

Thor presses another button. And another video pops up.

“Hi daddy. It’s me.” Your twelve year old voice rings through the jet, “ Tony doesn’t know I’m in here, but I need you to hear this. Come home. Please, I need you. I don’t care if you’re the hulk or anything. I just want my dad…don’t leave me...”

Thor can see emotion in Hulks eyes. He roars, desperate to stay as he is.

“NO BANNER. NO”

He fluctuated between Hulk and Bruce. They both fight to gain control of each other. Till finally he collapses, shrinking down to reveal Bruce Banner, panting in exhaustion.

“Banner?” Thor says carefully, slowly placing a hand on the mans shoulders.

Bruce jumps, not aware of his surroundings. Thor hushes him, attempting to calm him down,

“Shh, shh the suns going down. The suns going down real low”

“Thor?” Bruce says panting.

“Yeah”

“What happened to your hair?”

“Oh some creepy old guy cut it off”

“It looks good.”

“Oh thanks” Thor says smiling.

“Where are we? Where’s Nat? How is she?”

Thor frowns, “Um, she’s good. I assume.”

“What about Sokovia? Did we save the city?” Bruce asks

“Banner, listen, Sokovia, Ultron. All that was four years ago.”

Bruce's heart dropped, “I’ve been the hulk for four years”

Thor winces, “I’m afraid so..”

Bruce looks down at the beads has wearing and takes them off. Then he freezes, “Thor, my daughter. Y/n..is she okay?”

“Of course, oh Banner she’s wonderful. She... she’s waiting for you.” Thor says, not knowing how to tell him that you were on the same planet.

“I have to get home... I” Bruce stands up almost toppling over but Thor catches him.

“Banner there's something you should know...”

Bruce gets up and goes to the hand scanner

“Bruce Banner”

Welcome, Strongest Avenger.

“What?” Thor says offended.

Him and Bruce watch the footage from when he crashed on Sakaar.

Thor sighs knowing that this was going to be hard to explain.

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You sigh, after trying the fifth time to free Loki.

“What the hell are these chains made out of?” You grunt

Loki laughs, “Darling don’t stress yourself. We’ll escape in time.”

You sigh and sit down next to Loki.

“Was that you I heard singing earlier?” He asks, turning his head to face you.

“Oh.. yeah, I do that a lot.” You blush, even though you’re a theater kid, you still get shy when singing in front of people.

“It was lovely.” Loki remarks not meeting your eyes. You smile, knowing not to make a big deal. You’re stomach growls.

“There’s some fruit over there.” Loki says, “ They look about ripe.”

You stand and walk towards the counter of fruit. It was just beyond the view of the door. You help yourself to the fruit. It was weird, like a mix of cantaloupe and a grape. You were about to offer Loki some when you saw him wipe his face of emotion and into an irritated look. Then the door opened.

“Surprise.” Loki said sarcastically. Then you see a can hit him in the forehead.

“Ow.” He says in a monotone.

“Just making sure.” you hear Thor say, walking into the place.

“Hello Bruce.” Loki says.

You freeze, hearing your fathers voice for the first time in four years.

“So, last time I saw you, you were trying to kill everybody. Where are you at these days?’

“It varies from moment to moment.”

You decide to make your presence known. You gulped and over your beating heart said, “ Don’t be such a drama king, you sound like an edgy middle school boy.”

Loki smirks, looking towards you, but before he can say anything Thor cuts him off.

“Y/n! Thank heavens you’re alright” Thor says patting your shoulder.

You smile up at him , avoiding your fathers stare, “Yeah I’m good, Lord of Thunder.”

“Y/n?”

You take a deep breath, the room going quiet.

You slowly turn, facing your father, “Hi daddy...”

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Bruce can hear his heart beating in his ears. He didn’t recognize you at first. He couldn’t have, the last time he saw you...you were a kid. This tiny little twelve year old that was barely in sixth grade.

But here you are. His daughter, four years older. A teenager. He...He lost four years with you. He practically missed you growing up. Your first period, first day of high school. Here you were, on an other planet, dressed in some weird suit of armor, conversing with a man who tried to enslave Earth like he was an old friend.

“Y/n?” He says in disbelief. You turn to him, slowly. Your face...you..you look just like your mother.

“Hi daddy” You say as your eyes start to water.

“Y/n” He says striding towards you and pulling you into a tight hug, “ Wha-what are you doing here? What are you wearing?”

“I came to look for you.” You respond, your face pressed into his chest. He pulls away, grabbing your face in his hands.

“God...look at you, you...you were just a kid..” He whispers tears filling his eyes. You smile sadly and nod. You really don’t know what to say, you’re relieved to finally see your dad but...it’s kind of awkward with all these people around.

“What is going on?” Valkyrie whispers to Thor as they watch the emotional scene play out.

“Oh, Y/n is Bruce’s daughter who hasn’t seen him for four years.” Thor simply says, “ Is that a dragonfang?!”

Valkyrie rolls her eyes at the topic change, “ sure is”

You roll your eyes, overhearing their conversation.

“ So, you were with Thor this whole time?” Bruce asks confused, “ why didn’t I see you?”

“Um actually I was with Loki..” you answer nervously, peaking over at Loki who looked annoyed to still be tied up.

“Did he kidnap you?” Bruce asks, “Thor, you let my daughter run around with your psychotic brother?!”

“ Hey!” Loki said offended. You giggle, always finding him being insulted amusing. You look at Loki's face, seeing an emotion in his eyes that you can’t place.

“Shh Banner stay calm” Thor says soothingly, “ in my defense I was enslaved and forced to fight.” He shoots a glare at Valkyrie who was drinking. She rolls her eyes and picks up another bottle.

“Can we get back to the plan?” Valkyrie, “ Sakaar and Asgard are as far apart as any two known systems. Our best bet, is a wormhole just outside of city limits. If we refuel on Xandar, and we can be back on Asgard in about...18 months.”

“Nope. We’re going through the big one.” Thor says, pointing at the large wormhole in the sky.

“The Devil’s Anus?”

You snort at the name as your dad’s attention is caught.

“Anus? wait, wait, wait, whose anus?” Bruce says, letting go of you and walking to the two Asgardians.

“For the record, I didn’t know it was called that when I picked it.”

You walk up to Loki, and sit next to him looking out the window.

“That looks like a collapsing neutron star inside of an Eisen-Rosen Bridge.” Bruce says facing the window.

“We need another ship, that one would tear mine to pieces.” Valkyrie says drinking from another bottle.

“She’s right, we’ll need one that can withstand the geodetic strain from the singularity” Thor says.

You make eye contact with Loki, both of you realizing that the Grandmaster has a bunch of ships. You have a silent conversation with him, trying to convince him to do the right thing. Considering that the time you two spent there, he had you steal the access codes to the security systems with his guide.

You look up at the right second to see your dad and Thor fist bump. Kind of awkwardly but its nice to see him get out of his comfort zone.

“There are one of two ships, one of top of the line models and...”

“I don’t mean to impose..” Loki starts, but Valkyrie throws her bottle at him, nearly hitting him but smashing into the wall instead. Loki slightly turns his body to shield you from the glass, even though you were on the other side. You glare at her from where you are sat.

“The fuck...” You start, but see Loki's face telling you to stay quiet.

“The Grandmaster has a great many ships. Y/n here, may have stolen the access codes to his security systems,” He says proudly glancing at you. You blush as the three glance at you. Your father looking at you in confusion.

“And suddenly you’re both overcome with the urge to do the right thing?”

“Heavens no.” “I’m literally just vibing” You both say at the same time.

“We’ve run out of favor with the Grandmaster. In exchange for codes and access to a ship, I’m asking for safe passage, through the Anus. For the both of us.” Loki concludes glaring at you when you laugh at the wording.

“You’re telling us, you can get us a ship without setting the alarms?” Thor asks

“Yes brother, we can.”

“Why don’t we just take the girl? She’s the one who knows the codes.” Valkyrie asks glaring at the both of you.

“Y/n is not going back to that retched place.” Loki states, “We both know those codes, and she stays far away, where its safe.”

“Okay, can we just,” Bruce gestures for the team to meet up, “just a quick fyi. Y/n you too.”

You groan, getting up from your spot as Loki rolls his eyes. You walk over to the

“ I was just talking to him, and he was totally ready to kill any of us.”

“He did try to kill me.” Valkyrie says.

“Yes, me too on many, many occasions.” Thor adds, “ There was this one time when we were children, he transformed himself into a snake, and he knows that I love snakes. So I went to pick up the snake to admire it.” “

no” Bruce whispers

“ And he transformed back into himself and was like ‘blegh its me’ and then he stabbed me. We were eight at the time.”

Bruce looked back at Loki in disbelief, and when you looked at Loki you can see a small smile creep up on his face.

“Well, he’s never tried to kill me.” You chime in, “ He made me some soup thing when I got sick. “

The three adults looked at you in disbelief.

“Sweetheart, he’s murdered people.” Bruce said.

“Okay?? He’s my emotional support murderer. He hugs me when I’m sad.” You say rolling your eyes.

Thor and Valkyrie look at you in confusion.

“That doesn’t sound healthy.” Bruce mutters

“Dad, if Bucky can get a second chance then so can Loki” You say stubbornly leaving the group to sit with Loki.

“Who’s Bucky?”

“Guys, if we’re going to boost a ship we have to draw attention away from the palace.”

“Why not set the beast loose?”

“Shut up” “That's a terrible idea.”

“Hey, why don’t you start a revaluation?” You say.

The adults look at you again in surprise.

“I thought of that “ Thor says.

“Well I said it first.’ You snipe back with a smirk.

“...You’ve spent too much time with Loki.”

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