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nighthaikyuu · 3 years

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Hi! Is it okay if I can request head cannons of the reader falling out of love with Kuroo, Osamu, Sakusa, and Matsukawa and she ends up dating someone else who really makes her happy? She had a one-sided crush on said boys but could tell they won’t return her feelings but when she does move on from them, they fall for her a bit too late.

Stuff like this satisfies me since characters realizing what they could’ve had is a nice cherry on top for me

— synopsis: haikyuu boys x y/n; one-sided crush regret vibes — characters included: kuroo + osamu (ft. atsumu & kita) — genre: angst, fluff + mix of aus!

— word count: 4k — author's note: okay so I literally love this prompt so I'm actually going to split this into two bc I kind of just kept writing and its so much to fit onto one im sorry anon hehe

kuroo ft. atsumu | college! au

“it’s been over a year.” you said softly, almost instantly regretting it as the words left your mouth.

kuroo looked over at you in slight betrayal.

“what does that mean y/n?”

“you know what I mean kuroo.” you replied bitterly.

there was only so much you could handle, and at this point you were reaching the end.

“you know I loved her y/n, how could you say something like that?” kuroo said slightly irritated.

“yea and she cheated on you kuroo!” you retorted, throwing your hands in the air, “do you think someone in love would do something like that?! how are you still not over her when she literally cheated on you—?”

“you wouldn't know y/n! it’s not like you’ve ever been in love.” he snapped back, crossing his arms across his chest.

you let the rest of the words die on your tongue.

“I’ve never been in love huh?” you whispered softly to yourself, except kuroo easily heard every word.

his brows furrowed in confusion. he was your best-friend, clearly he would've known if you were in love with someone right?”

your hands tightened into fists at your side before you finally came to a resolve. you were going to do it. you were tired, exhausted and you couldn’t go on like this anymore. you were going to tell him.

lifting your head up, you met his curious eyes with your own blazing ones, “I’ve been in love for the last 10 years kuroo. in love with an idiot who only went to those who didn’t deserve him, abused him, took advantage of him and yet still continues to love them. in love with someone who was there for me all my life yet can’t see that I have been there for him either.”

kuroo froze.

“I’m in love with you kuroo.” you whispered finally.

you watched as kuroo shook his head softly before turning around and muttering a string of curse words. as every second passed, you could feel your heart shriveling up in your chest.

but that was nothing compared to what he would say next.

“y/n...I just can’t.” he breathed, “you’re my best friend. you know what you mean to me, but I just, not like that—”

“I-I got it.” you quickly interjected. not that you actually did, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to handle the rest if he kept talking.

giving him a tight smile, you got up from the edge of his bed and grabbed your bag.

“I think I’m going to go.” you whispered, choking back a sob as you ran out the door.

✰ ✰ ✰

you hadn’t talked to kuroo in a week since you had confessed. kuroo knew you needed space so he didn’t contact you for the first couple days, but after that he started to get worried. after all, you were still his best-friend and even if he wasn’t in love with you, he still cared about you a lot.

hearing a knock on your door, you got up from the couch with a groan and made your way to the front door.

opening the door, your eyes fell on a soaking kuroo who stood there with a sheepish smile on his face. without a second thought, you quickly ushered him inside before running into the house and coming back with a towel.

“you idiot.” you muttered softly, every thought of never wanting to see him again flying out the door he came in, “why didn’t you bring an umbrella?”

“it was only drizzling so I didn’t think I'd need it.” he admitted with a shrug before taking the towel from you.

you waited till he was dry before asking him with a sigh, “what are you doing here kuroo?”

frowning, he moved closer towards you before enveloping his hands into yours. his thumb rubbed the top of your hand softly, a habit he always had, a habit that you fell in love with.

but now it made you flinch as you quickly pulled your hand back to yourself, “j-just talk to me.”

surprise filled his eyes but he continued, “listen, I know last time we didn’t end things on a good note but I just want to talk things through y/n. I still care about you, a lot.”

you nodded. you knew you had to be mature about this one day or the other. when you fell in love with kuroo, you couldn’t deny that you were afraid of confessing to him for this very reason. before loving him, he was your best-friend. and you couldn’t lose that.

“okay, let’s talk then.”

✰ ✰ ✰

several years passed after you confessed your love to kuroo. while things were awkward at first, you tried your best to get over him while he tried to set some boundaries between the two of you to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable.

the both of you were at a college party when you met a certain someone that was sure to make your life a little more interesting.

reaching for the last strawberry-flavored drink, another hand beat you to it, swiping the drink up. turning around with a glare ready, you saw a blonde boy staring down at you with a soft smirk on his face.

“sorry, this is the only flavor I like.”

“that’s not my problem. I was here first.” you retorted back, motioning for him to hand it back to you.

chuckling, he said, “no problem. you can have it if you can reach it.”

just then he lifted it high above his head, which happened to be a good couple feet above you.

you raised your brow in amusement, “didn’t realize we were back in middle school. a little immature, don’t you think?”

giving you a half shrug, the smirk only grew on his face as he continued to taunt the can above your head.

rolling your eyes, you knew exactly what he wanted to see but you weren’t going to give him any of that. returning back the very shrug he gave you, you simply walked over to him before letting your hand rest on his chest.

blinking at you in surprise, the boy’s breath hitched as you lifted your head up so that you were only a couple inches away from his lips.

“hey,” you whispered, “how about instead of all this, we just share, hmm?” you drawled softly, letting your finger slowly trail up his chest.

while you were playing an act, you couldn’t help but feel your face flush especially when this said boy looked a little bit too attractive and had a nicer body than you anticipated.

but you weren’t one to back down. you let your hand fully wrap itself around his neck as you moved in closer.

“I—” he started to say when suddenly he felt his arm being pulled down and next thing he knew, his hand that once held the last can was now empty.

watching as you pulled yourself away from him, you stepped back before waving the can in his face, grinning from ear to ear.

“thanks for my drink!” you teased as you turned around and started to make your way back to your friends when—

“hey wait!” he called, catching your attention.

looking back, you cocked a brow at him, ready to send another sarcastic comment until you saw a genuine smile spread across his face. his eyes sparkled as he looked at you, causing your heart to suddenly beat faster in your chest.

“I'm atsumu, miya atsumu! ” he added before giving you what seemed like a hopeful look.

instead you replied with a soft chuckle, “nice to meet you atsumu, I'll see you around!”

✰ ✰ ✰

a couple days passed and it was finally the start of the new semester. you were sitting in your first class of the day as you pulled out your laptop, waiting for everyone to roll in and have the professor start when an all-too-familiar voice spoke up beside you.

“hey miss no name.”

jumping in slight surprise, you looked to your right just to see a familiar mop of blonde hair enter your vision.

“a-atsumu?”

dropping his backpack to the ground, he sat down beside you before shooting you a smug smile, “the one and only.”

the initial surprise on your face wore off and was slowly replaced by amusement (and also nervousness cause shit he happened to look even better than he did in the dark).

the next couple minutes went by much more smoother than you expected. despite the fact this was only the second time you saw him, you couldn’t deny feeling a certain comfort around him. whether it was the way his eyes gazed at you with every word you spoke, or the lingering smile, but you knew that this wouldn’t be the last of him anytime soon.

✰ ✰ ✰

“so, how’d that test go?” kuroo asked, almost instantly causing you to groan.

“kuroo please, I’m trying to forget that even happened.” you groaned, thinking back to the chemistry test you took yesterday that you knew for sure you bombed.

grinning, he replied, “you do know I'm a chemistry major right? you could’ve asked me for some help with studying dummy.”

"I know I know.” you said, shaking him off with your hand, “I ended up studying with a friend from class because like you, he’s surprisingly good at chemistry and equally annoying about it too.”

quirking his brow at that, he was about to ask you who that was when the both of you turned around at the sound of your name.

“Y/N!!!”

“speak of the devil.” you muttered under your breath, but Kuroo didn’t miss the way a smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you rolled your eyes at a figure that made its way towards the both of you.

“can you refrain from screaming my name across the campus, please?” you scowled at him.

atsumu grinned back before replying, “Nope, I need to let everyone know that I know the ever-so beautiful Y/N.”

eyes widening, a blush quickly filled your cheeks, “You—” as you hit his shoulder.

turning to kuroo, you motioned towards atsumu before saying, “kuroo this is atsumu. he’s in my chemistry class. atsumu, this is kuroo. he’s my best-friend from high school.”

atsumu turned his attention towards kuroo who had already been staring intently at the male since his arrival. clearing his throat, kuroo gave the blonde a nod, “it’s nice to meet you.”

smiling back, atsumu said, “you too,” before looking at you and adding with a wink, “didn’t know I was competing with a childhood best-friend.”

for the second time that day, you punched atsumu as a string of curse words left your mouth, “oh my god stop saying shit like that you idiot.”

kuroo felt his chest tighten as he watched the both of you bicker back and forth (aka flirt) in front of him. it was clear in almost every single way how the two of you felt about each other that anybody would’ve been able to tell in a matter of seconds. averting his gaze elsewhere, an odd sensation coursed through his veins, one he never felt before when it came to you.

fists tightening at his sides, he couldn’t help but think only one thing at that moment.

that used to be him.

✰ ✰ ✰

and it could have been him. if only he wasn’t such an idiot all those years back.

he watched as tears of joy streamed down your face as you covered your mouth in utter surprise.

it felt like the world slowed down for him at that moment. every single movement appeared in front of him felt like a stab to his already broken heart.

you nodding yes. atsumu slipping the ring onto your finger. you grabbing his cheeks as you pulled him into a kiss. atsumu twirling you around before. all of your friends erupting into cheers around you.

all except for him.

osamu ft. kita | soulmate! au

it was the middle of the night when you felt that sudden sting on your wrist that had you crying out to your parents. you remember them rushing to your side just to have warm smiles on their faces when they saw it appear, the mark of your soulmate. fast forward several years later and you were now in college and while many of your friends had found their soulmates, you were in a very different position. the most unfortunate position. you remember the day you first saw him. you knew in that very moment that this would be a feeling you would never forget. a memory that would both fill your heart to the brim just for it to turn cold and shatter it in seconds. "osamu! this is y/n, y/n this is my twin osamu!" atsumu introduced excitedly, a grin plastered across his face. however the both of you were frozen. you didn't know what made you so bold, but there you were grabbing the wrist of a stranger, no your soulmate, and flipping it to see the very mark that matched your own: a sun. "y-you're my soulmate..." you whispered in a mix of surprise and disbelief, suddenly hitting you as the words escaped your mouth into existence. looking back up at him, your eyes twinkled with joy. you found him. you finally found him. "holy shit." atsumu whispered in complete shock while osamu simply stared at you, lips pressed together in a tight line, his eyes void of any emotion. almost as if he...wasn't happy. suddenly he snatched his hand from yours, pulling his wrist close to his chest as if your touch had burned him.

“no. I'm not looking for a soulmate.”

your eyes widened in surprise until slowly the horror of his words dawned on you.

“o-osamu! what are you saying—?” you heard atsumu start to which his twin simply glared at him.

“you knew this atsumu. we’ve been over this, I don’t want a soulmate.” he said coldly before letting his eyes fall back on you.

your eyes had welled up before you could even realize, your heart that had been racing just seconds ago felt abnormally slow, almost as if it was fighting to beat, to keep you alive.

“I'm sorry.” he simply said before turning back on his heels and walking out the cafe doors, leaving you standing there with your world crumbling in a matter of simple minutes.

☼ ☼ ☼

after that day, you felt lost. you had tried talking to osamu again, and again, and again, asking for an explanation, asking for a chance, asking for anything. but much to your avail, he had rejected you each time, giving you no reason, nothing.

so in the end you proposed him one final thing.

“can we at least be friends?” you whispered tiredly.

osamu’s eyes widened in slight surprise. after weeks of you asking osamu for a variety of things, this was something he didn’t expect.

“what do you mean?”

you chuckled humorlessly. looking up at him, osamu could see that the twinkle in your eye was almost gone. all because of him.

“have you heard of platonic soulmates, osamu?” you responded softly.

he nodded slowly, still unsure where you were going with this.

you took in a shaky breath, gathering every last bit of strength in you before you finally plastered a weak smile on your face. pushing your hand out, you said, “hi. I’m y/n, and from today I’ll be your platonic soulmate, a friend.”

☼ ☼ ☼

several months passed and slowly, osamu opened up to you, as a friend. never did either of you cross that boundary. no matter how much your wrist tingled whenever you came close to him, no matter how much you could feel yourself falling harder and harder each day, for your soulmate who wanted nothing to do with love.

you had heard stories of soulmates that didn’t end up together, after all the universe wasn't perfect. while you never knew you would be one of them, it gave you slight reassurance that there was hope. that maybe one day you’d be able to move on and find someone else who would love you.

for you that day came a lot sooner than you imagined.

“I am so sorry!”

standing in there in absolute horror, you watched the coffee stain spread across your white blouse.

“I—” you started slowly when he ruffled through his book bag before suddenly thrusting some paper napkins into your hands.

“please use this, I’m so terribly sorry. I didn’t see where I was going and this is completely my fault.”

looking up slowly, your eyes grew wide as a boy with silver hair filled your vision. you didn’t know whether it was the way his warm but apologetic eyes softened when they met your gaze, or whether it was his face that seemed to slightly glow despite the deep flush in his cheeks from embarrassment, but it was something because suddenly you couldn’t look away.

you must have been staring at him for a while because he waved his hand in front of you, motioning for you take the napkins.

blinking, you nodding slowly as you dabbed the coffee from yourself as much as you could but there was no chance the stain across your shirt would go away anytime soon.

“shit, I have a presentation today...” you whispered softly as you stared down at yourself in pity, knowing you had no other choice but to go like this since there was no time for you to change and get back in time.

just then, the boy before you quickly removed the cardigan he was wearing.

“please take this!” he said, pushing the cardigan towards you.

bewildered by his sudden actions, you shook your head, “what, no! it’s fine! I know you didn’t mean to—”

“yes, but I would feel horrible having you walk around with that because of me. please wear this to cover it up.” he repeated, desperation laced in his voice.

so you took it from him, his eyes watching you as you pulled it over you. while it was slightly too big for you, it did the job, the coffee stain neatly tucked behind the blue knit fabric.

“thank you,” you finally whispered with a small smile, looking back to meet his gaze.

“no please don’t thank me, I don’t deserve that.” he shook his hands, chuckling awkwardly.

bidding each other an awkward but still warm goodbye, you had only made it a a couple feet away before you turned around, a sudden unidentifiable giddiness filling up your chest with every passing second.

“hey! what’s your name?”

turning around, his lips melted into a soft smile, “kita. kita shinsuke.”

☼ ☼ ☼

kita shinsuke. the man who came into your life like an accident started to feel more like the universe had an interesting way of playing fate. as several months passed after your encounter with him, you only came across him more. first he was in two of your classes the following semester, then he became your co-worker at the same coffee shop. before you knew it, the two of you became close and something more than friendship began to blossom between you both.

you remember the day when kita told you about his soulmate.

holding his wrist out to you, your fingers grazed softly over his mark, a full moon. except, it was fading.

a fading mark was an indication that one’s soulmate had passed away. kita told you he remembered when he first noticed it back in high school. his wrist had been hurting for weeks, sharp pains every now and then until they suddenly stopped. and it was then he saw the moon on his wrist that used to brightly gleam now began to fade.

“I-I’m so sorry.” you whispered softly, your heart breaking in your chest for the boy who sat beside you. kita deserved the world, no he deserved the universe for he was the kindest, most genuine person you had ever met in your entire life. it was unfair that this would happen to him, of all people.

shaking his head, he gently covered your hand with his, “hey, it’s okay, it’s not your fault. after all, I hope they are happy now and not in pain. that’s all that matters to me.”

it was then you told him about yourself. outside of osamu and atsumu knowing, you hadn’t confided in anyone about this. you didn’t want them to pity you, to see them look at you with those eyes as you told them that your soulmate said he would never love you.

but kita didn’t. instead, he pulled you into his arms and let you cry softly against his chest, whispering things to you that made you feel like you worth something.

days later and kita asked you to be his. he told you how he felt and that you didn’t have to reciprocate, after all you still had a soulmate and if you wanted to try to win his love he would never judge you for it. he told you to take your time and let him know, and no matter what he would still be there for you.

but you didn’t need time. the universe may have given you a soulmate, but it didn’t mean it gave you the right one. kita always felt like the right one. and now you knew it for sure.

☼ ☼ ☼

osamu watched the two of you from a distance. you were laughing at something kita said while he looked at you in complete adoration, his eyes filled with love as you spoke to him about something osamu couldn’t hear from where he was.

he felt his wrist throb.

pulling up his sleeve, he massaged the spot where his mark was, in hopes of easing the pain. but the more he did, the more it stung.

looking back up, he suddenly locked eyes with you. he watched as your brows furrowed in confusion until recognition set in. before osamu could do anything, you were already making your way towards him and pulling kita along.

“osamu! what are you doing here?” you asked casually, a wide smile resting on your face.

osamu frowned. he never saw you smile like that since he knew you. and for some reason, he felt his heart flutter in his chest as you continued to stare at him with that smile.

“osamu? hellooo, earth to osamu?” you giggled, waving your hand in his face.

clearing his throat, he quickly replied, “I-uh was just heading to my next class.”

“ohh, gotcha.” you nodded. turning to your side, you gestured towards kita, “this is kita, he’s my boyfriend.” you added softly.

as the word “boyfriend” left your mouth, you felt a sudden anxiousness fill ever inch of your body as you looked cautiously at your soulmate.

just then osamu smiled brightly at the both of you before holding his hand out to kita, “it’s nice to meet you. she’s been talking about you a lot.”

at that, you felt all the nerves ease before hitting him playfully on the shoulder, “hey you can’t just expose me like that.”

kita laughed softly in amusement, “it’s nice to meet you too, and please tell me more.”

the three of you walked together in conversation till you reached where osamu’s class, before bidding him a goodbye and making your separate ways. osamu watched as you both turned around while kita slipped his fingers through yours, pulling you close to his side as you walked away.

osamu felt the throbbing feeling return, yet this time it wasn't his wrist. pressing his hand to his chest, he felt a pain like no other in his heart. taking in a heavy breath, he tried his hardest to look away but he couldn’t, not when you were shining as bright as the sun.

a sun that was no longer his.

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vs-redemption · 3 years

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Cindy! Congratulations on two years!! And cheers to two (or actually as many as you want) years on Tumblr, you're the sweetest <3

For your celebration event, hehe, could I have a cotton blanket with Hawks 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

I'm so glad you requested Hawks! I miss writing for him and this was a great excuse to do so! Thank you for the kind message and I hope you enjoy some cuddles with Keigo!

Headache (Keigo Takami x Reader)

Friday evenings were date nights. That’s what you and Keigo had decided at the very beginning of your relationship, and nothing short of a nationwide emergency had been able to interrupt that tradition so far. Your hero boyfriend hadn’t minded dedicating himself to hero work before, but now that he had you, he was determined to have a healthy work life balance. Unfortunately for you, it was currently one of those weeks that started pretty bad and only got worse as the days went on. When Friday finally rolled around, you were dead on your feet and suffering from the worst headache known to man.

“Twenty minutes to get ready,” you mumble to yourself once you make it home. Normally you had more time, but of course you’d been forced to stay and work overtime due to some intern’s mistake. You kick off your shoes at the door and shuffle towards your bedroom, hoping that you could find something decent to wear before Keigo showed up.

It was no use though. You could hardly concentrate as you searched through your closet, the throbbing in your head absorbing every ounce of your attention. With a frustrated sigh, you head to your bathroom to try and find something in the cupboard to alleviate the pain. When your boyfriend arrived right on schedule, he found you in the kitchen, only half ready as you leaned on the counter, eyes screwed shut as you try to massage your temples.

“Babe? Hey! What’s wrong?” He sees you flinch at the volume of his voice, so his next words come out a little softer. “Are you okay?”

“Headache,” you state simply and Keigo’s lips pull into a frown. “We can still make it to dinner. Just give me a second.”

“I don’t think so,” he pads across the floor as quietly as he can and gathers you up in his arms. “If you don’t feel well, we’re staying in.” The warmth of his embrace was nice, especially after burying your face in his chest to block out the harsh ceiling lights, but the pain in your head still persisted.

“But what about date night?” you ask, feeling guilty for ruining the plans he’d made.

“Date night is my excuse to spend time with you,” he coos while stroking the side of your face lovingly. “I don’t care if we’re curled up in our pajamas or at a five star restaurant. As long as I’m with you, I’m happy.”

“Gosh, you’re such a softy,” you find the energy to tease him despite the pounding headache, and you hear him let out a chuckle.

“Yeah? So?” He kisses the top of your head before ushering you towards your room. “Let’s get you somewhere dark and quiet, all right? We’ll order some take out and cuddle until you feel better.” He helps you find some comfy clothes to change into as his feathers fly about the house, closing the curtains to block out the city light, fishing an ice pack from the freezer to put on the back of your neck, and bringing a glass of water to your bedside so you could stay hydrated.

“Thanks for all of this, Kei.” You sigh in content once you’re tucked under the covers with both his arms and wings surrounding you. “I’m sorry for messing up our night.”

“Are you kidding?” He pulls you even closer into his chest and presses a kiss to your forehead, “You didn’t mess up anything. I love you and holding you close like this is better than any fancy dinner anyway.”

“True,” you smile up at him, “and I love you too.”

After that you both fall into a comfortable silence. The sound of his rhythmic breathing combined with the darkness of the room worked wonders for your headache, and it wasn’t long before the pain started to ebb away, leaving you free to enjoy the cuddles with your perfect boyfriend for the rest of the night.

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#Cindy's 2 year event #Keigo Takami x Reader #Hawks x Reader #Bnha x reader #mha x reader #Keigo Takami #Hawks #Bnha #Mha #Cindy's Writing

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caramelcal · 3 years

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Songwriting and Fake Dating

Request: Luke Patterson fic? Reader is hopelessly in love with her best friend’s (Carrie) step-brother Luke but isn’t suppose to be because they are “rivals” since she is apart of Dirty Candy & he is in JATP. BUT at a party reader ends up in a sticky situation that Luke saves her from by pretending to be her boyfriend. Which eventually turns into a deal they make? “I’ll help you with your writers block (Luke/Bc shes a mad lyric genius) & I’ll help keep the lacrosse team off your back”

Word Count: 1.25k

a/n: i love the idea of luke being carrie’s step-brother sm!! or him just being a brother in general, i have a feeling he’d be such a good brother...also pls keep sending in fic ideas hehe i have a great time writing em!

Masterlist Part 2 (don’t worry, this part can be read as a stand alone but if you want to read part 2 you can)

You walked through Carrie’s house, trying to find your best friend after she invited you over for choreography practice for Dirty Candy. Your bag was over your shoulder, holding a change of clothes and a water bottle just in case you needed it. Wandering into the living room, you failed to notice the teenager sitting on the sofa, his guitar waiting idly in his hands as his gaze caught onto you.

He knew exactly who you were, you had been best friends with Carrie before his mother remarried to Carrie’s dad. You had been there all the way through and you were practically like an accessory to Carrie; he has hardly seen his step-sister without you by her side. He strummed his guitar, successfully grabbing your attention as he planned to, making you jump around to face him with your eyes wide.

“y/n,” Luke greeted, giving you a small nod as you looked at him uneasily, shifting from foot to foot. His gaze returned down to his guitar as he strummed it lightly; making your gaze make its way down to the strings on the instrument also, “Carrie’s down at the gym already, you’re late I’m pretty sure. Any of the other Dirty Candy members would have their necks cut off for being this late.”

“It’s only fifteen minutes, Luke,” You snapped as Luke looked back up at you, his eyes meeting yours.

You felt bad for snapping at Luke, obviously. You knew he probably didn’t mean anything bad about what he said but it was made clear to everyone in Dirty Candy that members of Julie and the Phantoms were the rivals and even though Carrie didn’t have the conversation with you, it didn’t mean you were an exception. She didn’t have anything against her step-brother, they actually did get along but at the same time, he was in a rival band.

So that’s why you had to act like this. Especially when you were the closest to Carrie. Imagine the other Dirty Candy members seeing Carrie’s best friend being nice to the rivals? Despite it being a known fact that you were the nicest member of Dirty Candy, you still had to stick by the band.

“It’s Carrie though,” Luke snorted, shaking his head as he put his guitar down by his side as he looked back up at you, “you should know how she is.”

“She’s clearly nothing like you think she is,” You quipped back as you crossed your arms over your chest. You felt bad for having to be mean to Luke, and you hoped that he knew that but you could never actually say that, “if you spent any time with your step-sister you’d know that.”

Luke simply put his hands up in mock defeat as he gave you a small smirk, “Alright then y/n. No need to be feisty. I won’t keep you any longer, better join the rest of your band.”

Simply nodding your head, that’s what you did.

. . .

It was later on that night you found yourself at a club. It was a little after your performance with the rest of Dirty Candy and currently, Julie and the Phantoms were on. They were good, something you would never be able to deny but they would never be able to deny that Dirty Candy was good either. Everyone knew that if the two bands somehow managed to put their differences aside and worked together, they would be unstoppable. But that never happened.

“Hey, y/n!” Someone said, putting an arm over your shoulder and a whiff of cologne hit you in the face. You looked up at them, eyes catching onto the styled hair of a member of the lacrosse team. Jack, you think.

Jack dragged you over to the rest of his teammates, who gave Jack knowing smirks. You fidgeted, feeling highly uncomfortable as some of the lacrosse team checked you out without any hesitation or embarrassment, your Dirty Candy outfit still on without the wig.

“Hey I need to get going-” You excused, trying to get away from the cocky lacrosse players as you looked over at the exit of the club, desperately wanting to be there right now. However, you were cut off by the ‘aww’s of the lacrosse team as they tried to usher you even closer to them.

“C’mon y/n, sit with us, just for a little.”

A few of the other lacrosse members backed up what the lacrosse player said, trying to persuade you to stay but only made you feel more uncomfortable, “Please guys, I really have to get going-”

These boys really were not taking no for an answer as they continued to persuade you, leaving for an arm to sneak over your shoulder and a body to slide next to yours, leaving the lacrosse guys to go quiet, “Hey babe, ready to go?”

Luke. Your eyes widened slightly as you looked at him, but only Luke seemed to notice, sending you a look to go along with it leaving you to nod your head. The lacrosse teams shared glances between them but your eyes were trained on Luke, slightly sweaty from his performance, breathing heavily but still as hot as ever.

He looked over at the main body of lacrosse players, smiling at them, “Thanks for keeping my girlfriend entertained whilst she waited. Having a good night, boys.”

With that, he steered you away from the lacrosse players but you could still hear the outbursts of confusion from behind you, “Patterson and y/l/n are dating!” “No freaking way dude! I thought they hated each other!” “Me too, man! Guess they don’t.”

Luke didn’t stop until you were both outside of the club and away from sight until he let go of you, spinning you around so you looked at him. Eyes wide, you stared up at him in awe, “Luke, I don’t- Thank you.”

“Don’t sweat it, but I guess us dating will be going around school for a while, huh?” Luke said, giving you a tight-lipped smile as he rocked on his heels.

You looked down at your shoes as you mumbled back, “Yeah probably.”

“We can’t call it off now, I guess but I have a proposition.” Luke suggested, making you look up from your feet to meet his eyes again, showing to him that you were listening, “Now before you object, I already know you’re crazy freakin’ talented at writing songs. So you help me write songs, and I’ll keep the lacrosse team off your back.”

“Luke...”

“Hey, I know we’re supposed to be ‘rivals’ or whatever but it doesn’t have to be like that,” Luke said quietly, looking at you with his big, hazel eyes, “we both benefit this way. I saw how uncomfortable you were in there, so I deal with that and you help me write songs. I’ve seen some of your songs, y/n, throwing them in the music room trashcan is not a way to hide it.”

“You went fishing in the trash for my songs?”

“Not important,” Luke replied to your question, rolling his eyes at your expression; arched eyebrows, and a slight smirk on your face before he continued, “What do you say, y/n? Deal?”

“...Deal.”

Luke gave you a wide smile, walking back towards the main street, and beckoned you to follow him, shouting out to you behind him, “Just don’t fall in love with me, y/l/n.”

You laughed lightly, him joining in as well as you ran lightly to catch up with him, “In your dreams, Patterson.”

#luke julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #luke patterson x reader #luke jatp #luke patterson x y/n #julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms x reader #julie and the phantoms luke #charlie gillespie #charlie gillespie x y/n #charlie gillespie x reader

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bigstrongbravebennett · 3 years

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“Blurry Night”

Anon asked: hiya!! I read what u said, thank you for writing for this topics!Can you do kurapika with a s/o who attempted?Also, hope you are feeling good! Remember to eat and drink water❗you are loved <3

Sorry if this is not so good its noon and i usually sleep longer but- i hope you like it :)

WARNINGS: Su!cide mentions, Angst,

Kurapika x Reader

At possibly 8pm kurapika finally got home. you were in the bathroom against the bathtub with an almost empty pill bottle in hand and dried streaks of tears that had slipped down your cold cheeks. you had been unconscious for a while now. “Sunshine im home,” The Blonde male called out, but when he heard nothing but the sound of his own breathing he began to get worried. He began to search around the house in search for you. he started to tear up as he called your name but still no response. he began busting down locked doors and even searching the basement. the last thing he thought of was your guys’s shared bathroom. he ran to the bedroom and tried to open the door of the bathroom. “sunshine!? sunshine open the door right now!” he demanded. still no response or sound of shuffling. “Y/N!! OPEN THE DOOR RIGHT NOW!! I DEMAND YOU OPEN THE DOOR!” He started banging on the door “Y/N L/N” He kept banging on the door until he bust it down. He saw your unconscious frame on the floor then he glanced down at your hand. his eyes widened at the open pill bottle and he ran over and picked you up. he carried you bridal style out of the room and kicked the front door open. he slammed it behind him, waking up neighbors as he didnt think there was enough time to start the car so he booked it to the hospital. he was panicking and sobbing and calling your name begging you to wake up. He soon made it to the hospital and ran inside, alerting most of the nurses. “Help! please! help my s/o overdosed on (pill name)! please help i dont know how long they have been like this but i doubt theres much time!” some nurses rushed over to him, taking your fragile body out of his arms and to a room. hooking you up to a bunch of things to keep you alive. kurapika ran into the room only to be ushered out by the nurses. hour had passed as kurapika paced back and forth down the hall, still crying and cursing at himself for not knowing you were in this state. another 30 minutes passed before he was allowed to see you. he ran into the room crying as he sat in a chair next to your bed and sobbed “Y/n.. sunshine.. please be okay..” he said shakily. then, he began to sing to you. “You are my sunshine.. my only sunshine..” he said in between sobs. “You make me happy... when skies are grey..” he wiped away the constant tears falling down his cold and flushed cheeks. “You’ll never know dear.. how much i love you...” He closed his eyes. a couple tears dropped and he put his hands on the side of your bed. “So please dont take.. my sunshine.. away..” he whispered the last words as he cried. “Kurapika...” you whispered. a tear slid from your cheek onto the back of his hand. He looked up at you, his breath was shaky and he looked at you, more tears forming in his eyes. you reached a shaky hand up to his face and cupped his cheek. he placed a warm hand on top of yours and cried “I was so worried about you sunshine..” You and him cried even more. “Why.. why did you do it.. why did you put your life at risk..” he said shakily. “B-because.. i hate myself.. i hate the way i look.. i hate-” You were stopped by kurapika placing a gentle kiss to your lips. you closed your eyes, a couple tears slid down your face and onto your neck. when kurapika pulled away you lay back in your bed and sighed. “Rest.. my love, i dont want you feeling sick.” he said, you glanced at him with a soft smile that he returned. You soon fell asleep as kurapika sighed. he stayed with you all night until you were able to go back home. kurapika hid all of the meds out of your reach (short ass) and kept all dangerous objects hidden aswell.

HIIIII IM SORRY THIS SUCKED SO BAD I WAS TIRED BECAUSE I JUST WAS AGAGAGAGGAGGAGAGAGA IM ALSO OUT OF WAYS TO WRITE HEHE bye :) feel free to request more this was actually fun!

#kurapika #kurapika x reader #hxh #hxh angst

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hockeyshmockey · 3 years

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Mikko Rantanen Imagine

Hi friends!! I have decided to do 12 holiday imagines for the 12 days before chrismus hehe, hope you enjoy!! (they are also cross posted on my wattpad which is forbesfever :) )

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Mikko had gone back to Finland like usual this off season. You and him had been able to survive last year's off season easily, with you coming out to Finland half way through the summer to spend two weeks with him and his family. This year was a whole other beast.

This off season was extended by two months, and made even worse by the restrictions placed on international travel due to the virus. Mikko had talked about just staying in Denver with you, but you knew he needed time. The playoffs this year had gotten the Avs so close to their dreams, only for it to get jerked away. So you ushered Mikko off to Finland, having no clue when you would see him next.

As the months had passed, Mikko had become more and more antsy. He missed you, and no matter how many times he mentioned his return to Denver, you shot him down every time.

"When is the next time you will get to spend the Fall in Finland?" You would ask softly. Trying to show him the good in what he could only see as a negative situation. You wanted him to take advantage of this situation, because truly when would it present itself again?

As the December approached, you began to plot. There had been talk of the NHL resuming play in January, so you knew Mikko would likely be returning home soon. But you thought about how he talked about Christmas in Finland. How magical it was and how much he loved it. There was likely not going to be an opportunity any time soon to be in Finland with him for Christmas, so you called his sisters and booked a plane ticket.

You took all the precautions. As you trip came closer, you psyched yourself out as the situation in the states got worse. But you just vowed to get to Finland and then things would settle down. You quarantined for two weeks before you traveled, realizing you wouldn't even be able to be in Finland for the two weeks after your arrival as the Avs were called back for training camp right after the New Year.

You had always hated flying, so flying in 2020 was even worse for you. But you had sucked it up, and saved up the extra money to buy a first class ticket to try and be as isolated as possible. You slept most of the flight, waking up for breakfast as you got close to your destination.

Laura squealed behind her face mask when she saw you, the both of you laughing as you embraced in the airport. Before joining her, you had gotten a rapid test in the airport, as was required of you with your shorter stay. You were to quarantine until your results came in but you were more than happy to suffer through that with Mikko.

The two of you chatted back and forth in the car. Laura explaining all of traditions that came along with a Finish Christmas. You had specifically flown in on the 23rd so you could participate in all three days of celebration, looking forward to getting the tree with this wonderful family you had begun to see as your own.

As you approached Nousiainen, you were practically bouncing in your seat. You and Mikko had never gone this long without seeing each other. All you wanted was to be wrapped up in his arms and just to hold him in person. As you pulled up to the house, you complimented the new paint job that Hannu and Hannamaija had made Mikko do with his father after his return home from the states.

"He is probably still asleep," Laura whispered to you as you both entered the house. "Mama?" She called out quietly, trying to keep the surprise under wraps.

"Oh darling," Hannamaija cooed as she wrapped her arms around you quickly. "What a sight you are! We have missed you so much." She pulled back and gave you the typical motherly look over while asking you about your flight.

"Mikko is still sleeping," she smiled softly as you practically ran up the stairs to his room. You paused in the doorway, just observing his face relaxed in sleep. His big body took up most of the double bed in his childhood room, but it didn't matter to you as you literally just climbed on top of him and curled up on his chest until he began to stir.

You propped your face on your hands and stared at him, waiting for him to open his eyes. He did and looked at you sleepily, before blinking rapidly. "Rakas?" he whispered in disbelief.

"Hey Moose," you beamed at him, not caring that a tear had escaped your eye. He literally yelled with joy as he sat up to grab you. You heard yelling from downstairs as you both fell off the bed, but both of you ignored it as your lips met for the first time in three months.

"What are you doing here?" he asked breathlessly, leaning his forehead against yours while you both laid on the floor.

"I wanted to come celebrate Christmas with you," you smiled softly at him, reaching up to run a hand through his bed head. "I know how special it is to you and who knew the next time we would get this chance."

Laura braved coming to get the two of you for breakfast, and squealed when she caught you straddling her brother on the floor in his room.

***

Mikko didn't know how he could love you any more, but this showed him he could. Watching you run around with his sister as you went to pick up a tree. You tucked under his arm as you watched Hannu playfully barter with the man running the lot. Helping his mother and sister make Christmas Eve dinner and decorate the tree. You comforting his mother as you all went to visit his grandparents at the cemetery once the sun had set.

This was something he wanted for the rest of his life.

You were what he wanted.

That night as the both of you laid down, he felt no nervousness at the tiny black box sitting in his sock drawer after he had gone into a shop with his whole family last month. Christmas was his favorite holiday and made him feel more at home than ever. He never wanted to spend another Christmas without you.

#mikko rantanen #nhl #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #imagine #mikko rantanen imagine #fluff #12 days of christmas

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sunflowerhae · 4 years

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Linger

Episode • 1/8

Mobile Masterlist •

♡ ☾ ✐

Authors note• bro this is so long I’m so sorry I’m breaking it into parts for u (I HATE MY LIFE)

Warnings• mentions of death, language

Songs• something - the Beatles/ With love, Vincent - Murray Gold/ she’s so lovely - beach house

•Na Jaemin remembers the exact moment he first laid his eyes on Y/N Y/L/N.

•He was standing by his locker on the first day of sophomore year

•laughing with Jeno and Haechan about their new math teacher

•when she walked past him with two other girls, smiling and holding some books in her arms.

•Jaemin will tell anyone that listens that this was the first time he felt the air knocked out of his lungs

•He remembers thinking that she was the most beautiful girl that he had ever seen.

•He didn’t know who she was; he had never seen her before (he would remember) (sike he’s stupid)

•yet he knew that he would marry that girl.

•he was worried bc he didn’t know who tF she was, but don’t worry bc the second time he ever saw her was maybe 6 minutes later

•he walked into his 4th period Honors English 10 class, and she was talking to the teacher across the classroom, before moving and sitting down in the first empty seat she saw.

•Jaemin didn’t know what to do

•his new mystery dream girl was in his class.

•Should he sit next to her?

•Should he just ignore her and talk to her later?

•what is gonna wear?

•is he gonna cry?

•Jaemin didn’t have much time to decide

• a mere 10 second delay was all it took for three boys (also on the football team with Jaemin) to enter the room and wrap their arms around his shoulder

•ushering him over to an empty table in the back while showcasing their excitement about being in the same class together.

•Jaemin tried not to show his disappointment, and instead gave one of his usual, dazzling smiles (ya know the one!) while joking along with them

•trying to forget about the mystery girl (and the excitement he got when he learned her name during roll call)

•It was then that Na Jaemin’s and Y/N Y/L/N’s rolls in their story were set in stone.

•He would be the popular boy that everyone knew, but didn’t really know

•and you would be the quiet girl that only a few, special people knew of, but those people were your closest friends.

•And over the course of the next two years, it would stay that way. •Jaemin, secretly pining for you

•and you, thinking the beautiful boy as untouchable.

•That would, however, change, on one god forsaken, cloudy Friday.

•A Friday that would forever be ingrained in Jaemins memory as the day he sealed his lonely fate in the world

•and the day he lost his true soulmate

•before he even talked to her.

•If Haechan’s persistent moaning and groaning about school wasn’t enough

•the weather was gloomy and cloudy

•and anyone with eyes could tell that rain was to be expected. •Jaemin, secretly, didn’t mind.

•Although he would never share it, he loved the rain.

•What he did mind, was his friends continuous bitching.

•”Hyuck, shut up,” -Renjun, 2020

•I mean he wasn’t even paying attention to the group, too preoccupied w his sketch book, sometimes glancing up at a girl that sat across the school yard, before looking back down at his sketch book (spoilers for something I’m writing??? Hehe you’ll never know hehe)

•all Jeno did was MenTion that rainy weather meant football practice would be cancelled

•hyucks smile was BaCk

•Jaemin was not impressed

•okay the conversation went something like this

“Damn Na, why are you looking at me like how my mom looks when my report card come in?” -full sun

•You literally insulted football to my face.” -nana

•haechan let out a loud laugh

•at Jaemin’s expense

•“you don’t know the ups and downs of High-school football” -nojam and injunnie

•also at Jaemins expense

•due to an ongoing joke that Jaemin reminded their friend group of the teenage redhead from riverdale

•Na Jaemin was so upset, he didn’t even eat his fries.

•”I wouldn’t care so much if I wasn’t the fucking captain of the team, hyuck. I mean, I gotta hold you responsible to a certain degree, you’re the fucking quarterback!” -Na Jaemin

•someone bully him

•so as that is happening, 2/3 of the missing members of their group come in HOT

•I mean literally

•they’re breathing heavily and everything

•acting like they just ran a mf marathon

•jisung YEETS his bag in the table (covering Renjuns sketchbook, which annoyed the fuck out of the older boy, but really who cares)

•”Guys guys guys! You will never guess who we just saw in the library!” -Mochi

•”lemme give it a try; mark?” -bitch ass Chinese bitch (renjun)

•”No! We saw Mar- wait what? How’d you know?” -child prodigy Zhong Chenle

•“Uhh, maybe because he texted in the group chat that he was gonna be in the library?” -nojam makin a comeback

•”Okay okay, but - can I have a fry? - did hew shay who hedt be wif?”

•”Swallow your fucking food first, le.” -smart boy you guess who

(Whew are y’all getting sensory overload like I AM)

•“He said, did he say who he’d be with, though? No, he didn’t, but guess who WE saw him with,” -jisung bringing the T E A.

•no one answers

•Chenle and jisung give each other the “we’re friends w dumbasses” look

•“Y/n! He was sitting with y/n!”

•oh shit

•Everyone quickly turned their heads to Jaemin

•tell me why this boy was glaring at the table like it messed w his daughter

•Out of everyone ever, the only people who knew about Jaemins secret crush was the 5 boys sitting with Jaemin

•and the one sitting in the library with said secret crush.

•They didn’t even really know, they just knew that they once saw Jaemin slip something like a note into Y/n’s locker junior year

•and Jaemin made up a bullshit excuse that it was something for class that no one

•-not even Jeno, who always trusted his friends -

•believed.

•”why aren’t you mad”

•”you should be angry”

•literally all of the present boys were THROWING it on jaemin

•and naturally -

•he deflected

•”bro I’m not even upset, I don’t like y/n!”

•lmao K

•now at this point

•the boys thought they were helping

•really

•it was innocent they promise.

•really how were they to know what was going to happen

•so hyuck had JOKED and said that if Jaemin didn’t like u, he wouldn’t mind hurting u

•it was super harmless

•unTil

•some other popular ppl walked over RIGHT as Haechan said that

•and he was like oh fuck

•but silently

•bc Haechan knew what Jaemin was like

•if it was just their lil group still, Jaemin would have told hyuck to fuck off

•but Jaemin was terrified to lose his reputation

•he was an insecure boy

•he would have really done anything to keep his position as most popular boy in school

•so when one of his jock friends dares Jaemin to get you to date him until prom, get ur virginity the night before, and then ditch u at prom and tell you it was all a dare in front of everyone and that he never liked you

•well

•he stupidly agrees

•the dreamies agree with it

•only bc they don’t actually think Jaemin will last

•they think he’ll back out last minute and stay w you

•and that Jaemin will finally get u

•wishful thinking

•you were failing math

•it’s not that you were stupid, you weren’t

•you just R E A L L Y hated math

•and your mom was so upset w your grade

•my girl forced u to get a tutor

•good thing u knew mark

•he agreed to meet w you in the library Tuesday’s and Wednesday’s at lunch

•and Thursday’s if you needed it

•thank god 4 mark

•everything was going Super Fine™️

•up until you both look up when you hear squealing and the sound of someone smacking someone else

•and there’s jisung and Chenle,

•staring at you both

•and squealing

•and smacking each other on the arms

•before just plain running out

•”if I don’t go after them, they’ll tell all of our friends that we’re marrying each other, so i should go.” -Mark fucking Lee

•so you’re walking towards your locker to put all of your math work in it,

•and when you open it, a lil note falls out and flutters to the ground

•your smile: 3% -> 95%

•honestly you were kinda having a shitty day

•so you were so happy to see a note in your locker

•you had been receiving love notes since you were in sophomore year

•you don’t remember exactly when during the year

•but one day, they were just there

•you were excited to add another one to your box

•this one wasn’t big, it just said “Your Personality makes me want to be a better person! I hope you have a beautiful day, sunshine!”

•the rim of the paper had squiggly yellow lines, and the bottom had a poorly drawn sunshine, with a heart, like always

•you didn’t know who your secret admirer was

•but you wish you did

•u lowkey loved them

•you’re still smiling about it as you walk into your 7th period math class

•and the note was found at lunch, like an hour ago

•they make you so happy

•you silently sat down in your seat, and stared off into space with a dreamy look on your face

•and THATS how Jaemin knew you got his note

•you always had that look when you read his notes

•not that you knew it was from him

•it made him so happy

•even if you two had never talked before, he still freaking loved that he could make you smile

•Jaemin wasn’t happy for long

•he tried not to let you notice him staring at you in class,

•it was kinda hard, seeing as you two literally sat next to each other

•he couldn’t believe he had to break your heart

•he wanted to die lowkey lol

•but he had to do it

•not really, but really

•so he took a deep breath

•and opened his mouth

Continued here

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blkjackals · 4 years

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could i have a request of akaashi + your favourite (emo if you want hehe) song rn? :O if that song doesn't fit akaashi then a simple request of bad habits one might notice of akaashi when dating? - @hqkeiji (hnng i love this man)

Pairing: Akaashi x GN!Reader

Title: Never Forgotten

Song: Sleep In The Heat by PUP

Warnings: bereavement, death of a loved one, loneliness, angst, mentions about dwelling on the past, car crash

WC: 1004

Tags: @aurumskyy @gulfwanq @the-black-birb @hqkeiji

A/N: Anything in Italics is a flashback, Song lyrics are bolded and italicized. I rlly went and did it here eh?

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"I was feeling a little bizarre

The day that I buried my family car

In the scrap metal wrecking yard”

“And I've said so many goodbyes

In the twenty-five years that I've been alive

And I don't know why this one was so hard”

☼

Keji remembers that day like it was just last week. The day he lost the love of his life.

He had been working at his desk the whole day, and knew full well that he’d be coming home to an empty house since you were driving back home to visit your family. Yet, when his phone rang at 5pm and it was the cops calling, his heart almost instantly started pounding.

“Is this Keiji Akaashi?”

“Yes, who am I speaking with?”

“I’m from the Sendai City Hospital. We just admitted y/n l/n. She has been in a car crash and will not survive.”

Suddenly his world came crashing down on him. He felt his hands shake as he held his phone to his ear. His breathing sped up, and everything started to swim around him.

Even today, one year afterwards, he still hasn’t gotten over it.

☼

“And every time when I go back to my apartment

All I wanna do is get stoned

And I'm sick and tired of blacking out on my carpet

And waking up all on my own so I brought you home”

“You started falling apart

Six months after you moved in

And I should have known from the start

That things would be different”

“It's not something that I can fix

If I could do anything, you know I would

If this fucking vacation would come to an end

Maybe then you'd be normal again”

☼

He came home every night to an empty apartment. Silence reigning through it as he pours himself a glass of wine and sits down at the table. He knows in his heart that the spot you left in his life would never be filled. As he fidgets with his wedding ring, eyes dancing along the portraits on the walls of what used to be his shared apartment with you.

Nothing has changed since you passed. Keiji hadn’t changed a single part of his routine, other than adding a few moments at night to remember you and honour your memory. He had bad days and good ones, but he always got hung up on his “What If’s”.

What if he had come with you? What if your family came out here? Why didn’t he say “I love you” to you that morning? Why had you two been fighting over such a small petty thing? What would he have done if you had survived?

☼

“Last week, when I went back to my apartment

You were looking so stoned

The day after Christmas, you acted so different

You just wanted to be on your own

So I bought you medicine, went to the vet and

Cashed all of my savings and loans

But it was too late, you were letting go”

☼

When he got back to his house after visiting you in the hospital, he instantly fell to his knees inside the door. Bokuto had driven him out to see you since he knew he couldn’t drive himself in the state he was in. A scream rips out of his throat as he sobs, his whole body shaking as Bokuto picks him up and puts him on the couch before getting him a glass of water.

He almost instantly reaches for his phone, pulling up his favorite picture of you, as he fights to see past his sobs. He wanted you to be okay, but he knew you wouldn’t make it. Somewhere deep in his heart, he knew it fully. You wouldn’t be coming back to him.

☼

“And nothing I say will make it okay

You just sleep in the heat and repeat

You're wasting away

And nothing I do is gonna save you

I'm trying my best, but you can't even

Look at me or talk to me or tell me what's happening to you”

“Yesterday, I went back to my apartment

To see how you've been holding up

You hadn't been eating, I thought you were sleeping, but

You're not waking up

And I want you to know that I'd spend every bit of my

Pitiful savings and loans

Just to see you again

But I know I won't”

☼

Standing in the doorway of the hospital room he stares at you intensely. You looked broken, almost. Dead, even though you were barely awake. When he hears you speak his name he rushes to your side, gently grabbing your hand.

“I’m here, y/n.”

“Keiji, I'm not going to make it.” You say bluntly, squeezing his hand before pressing your wedding ring to his palm. He bites his lip but nods, knowing full well that you’re being truthful. The chances of you surviving are so slim he doesn’t even want to consider you living through this, despite how bad it makes him feel.

“I love you so much, baby. I’ll love you forever. Until the day I join you, okay?” He sounds desperate, and he really is. He wants you to know full well that he’ll never meet someone else that he’ll click with like you. He loves you with his whole heart, and it feels like it's breaking right now.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” You whisper back, smiling as he presses a soft kiss to your lips. You squeeze his hand ever so lightly and he smiles back at you, but you can tell it's broken. He doesn’t want this, but he has to accept this.

It doesn’t take long for him to be ushered out of the room by staff, turning around to yell at you.

“You’re the only one for me, y/n. Until i see you again in our next life, Soulmate!”

You laugh faintly at that, as you close your eyes for the last time, hoping to see him again in your next life.

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fanficshiddles · 5 years

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What are you? One shot

Thank you for the prompt! Had a lot of fun with this one, hehe. Warnings: Rape/Non-con!

Anonymous said:

Loki as a demon, chasing you. He captures you and takes you against your will. But it’s the best sex ever you end up summoning him again and again.

Emma couldn’t shake the odd feeling she had as soon as she walked into the bar. It felt like there was someone watching her, but she couldn’t quite place the weird feeling.

She tried to ignore it and just concentrate on having a good time with her friends, but every so often she felt a weird shiver down her spine. Like a cold breeze just blew over her.

‘Are you alright, Em? You look a bit pale.’ Her friend asked.

‘Yeah, I’m good.’ She assured her friend, nodding.

‘Hey, there’s a hotty at twelve o clock who can’t seem to tear his eyes off of you!’ Her other friend said, motioning behind her.

Emma turned around in her chair and felt her heart skip a few beats. There was an incredibly handsome man in the corner, watching her. He had long black hair, beautiful green eyes with sharp cheekbones. His face was like a sculptor. He was wearing a suit, all black with leather gloves. Which she found a little odd for indoors but never the less he was smoking hot!

He raised his glass up and nodded in her direction, winking at her.

Emma turned back around to face her friends, they all had a big smirk on their faces.

‘Your face is bright red. Go on over there, it’s time you got some time in the sack!’ Her friends giggled.

‘No way am I going over there!’ Emma shook her head and tried to concentrate on her drink, hoping her friends would give up soon.

‘Well, how about he comes over here instead?’

‘Yeah, I’d like to see you try getting him over.’ Emma scoffed.

‘No need. He’s on his way.’

Emma’s stomach dropped. But she felt his presence move in right behind her, then his voice… God, his voice. It was like smooth, dark chocolate to her ears.

‘I hope you don’t mind my interruption. But I was wondering if I could steal your lovely friend here for a drink?’ He said seductively, placing his hand on Emma’s shoulder.

Her friends all nodded eagerly, not able to say anything. Just as charmed by him as Emma was. Though she was doing her best to not look at him, worried her knickers would go up in flames.

‘May I?’ He asked, moving to Emma’s side into her view, he held his hand out towards her.

She glanced at his gloved hand and decided, why not? As soon as she slipped her hand into his, he wrapped his fingers around her, trapping her, he guided her over to the back where he was sitting.

He was a gentleman, pulling the chair out for her. She hadn’t stopped blushing since she first saw him.

Loki gave her a devilish smile when he pulled his seat round to sit next to her instead of opposite.

‘What’s your name, darling?’ He asked as he rested his arm across the back of her chair. She was hyper sensitive and aware of how close he was to her.

‘I’m Emma. And you?’ She smiled.

‘Emma. Beautiful name.’ He purred. ‘My name is Loki.’

‘Loki? Like the God?’

‘I can be a God if you wish me to be.’ He winked at her, making her blush and giggle.

She wasn’t sure what it was about him that was making her so nervous and giggly. Whether it was his charm or his good looks… Probably both, actually.

The two had some small chat while they had their drinks. Loki bought her another one so they could continue their little chat for longer.

There was still something that Emma couldn’t quite put her finger on. An edgy, dark kind of feeling with the handsome stranger. Unsettling her somewhat.

Emma noticed her friends were about to leave. ‘Oh, I better go. My friends are heading off. It was really nice to meet you, Loki.’

‘It was lovely to meet you, dear Emma. I do think our paths shall cross again. Or I certainly hope so.’ He grinned, pearly white teeth showing. Reminding her of a wild animal.

She didn’t get away until Loki placed a kiss against the back of her hand, making her skin tingle. Then she rushed over to her friends, who tried to get her to stay but she insisted on leaving with them. She gave Loki a small wave when they headed out of the door.

Loki sat back in his chair and licked his lips. He picked up his drink and finished it. But then he was gone in the blink of an eye, his chair empty.

Emma waved at her friends and thanked them for the night when the taxi pulled up at her house. She gave them her share of the fare and made her way up her path to the door.

But a chilling voice behind her made her stop dead.

‘Rather chilly evening, isn’t it Emma?’

She turned around slowly, eyes wide in fear when she saw Loki there. Leaning against her gate. Looking extremely pleased with himself for some reason.

‘L… Loki?’ She gasped.

‘Of course, who else?’ He chuckled and widened his grin.

‘What… what are you doing here?’ She tried to keep herself calm, but her voice betrayed her.

Loki raised an eyebrow in amusement and started taking steps towards her. She slowly tried to back away, hoping to reach her door. But she knew she wouldn’t get it unlocked in time before he would reach her.

‘I simply wanted to come and see you. Is that so wrong?’ He kept moving in towards her, while she kept moving backwards.

‘How do you know where I live? Did you follow me?’ Her voice was high in her fear.

‘I know where everyone lives, darling.’ He smirked.

Emma only blinked and he was suddenly gone. But she then backed into something firm. Spinning around she let out a startled scream, seeing him there instead. But one second ago he had been on front…

‘What are you?’ She cried, backing away again quickly from him. But he did the same, disappeared only to then reappear behind her.

She made a dash for it this time for her door, but her hands were shaking so badly that she dropped the keys. She scrambled to get them, and tried again. She managed eventually to get the key in the lock and then it took her a few more seconds to get it turned and unlocked.

But as soon as she opened the door, Loki was on her. He ushered her through the door and slammed it shut behind them. She was pinned to the wall and his long fingers wrapped around her neck, still with the gloves on.

‘What… What do you want?’ She sobbed with tears streaming down her face.

Loki chuckled darkly and leaned in closer to her, he slid his tongue out and licked her tears right off her cheek. She closed her eyes tightly, hoping and wishing that she was just dreaming.

‘I want you. You taste delectable.’ He hummed and trailed his nose down her neck, inhaling her scent on his way.

‘Please, don’t hurt me.’ She cried, her entire body shaking in fear.

‘Shhh, shhh. Now, why would I want to hurt such a precious little thing? Hmm? You are far too cute to harm. Unless you are a bad girl and misbehave, then I might have to spank you to put you in your place.’ He grinned at her shocked reaction and stroked the side of her neck softly, he could feel her pulse racing in her fear. ‘But if you’re a good girl, then you have nothing to worry about.’

‘Why… What are you? Why me?’ She stuttered out quickly, hoping to delay whatever he was planning to do.

‘I am a demon, I can take whatever form I wish. But it’s nice just being myself once in a while… Well, almost myself.’ He smiled.

Emma’s eyes were wide, terrified. If she hadn’t seen him disappearing and reappearing suddenly outside, she wouldn’t have believed him.

‘Would you like to see?’ He asked so casually as if he was just asking if she wanted to see his vinyl collection.

‘No… please. Let me go.’ She begged.

Loki chuckled and took a step backwards, releasing her. But he narrowed his eyes at her. ‘Do not move, unless you want to be in trouble.’ He warned. And somehow, she had a feeling she definitely didn’t want to be in trouble. So she stayed exactly where she was.

‘Good girl. Nice to see you know what’s best.’ He purred.

She watched in horror while he removed his leather gloves, revealing black pointy nails. Then he closed his eyes for a second and two dark green horns grew out of his head, making her eyes widen even more.

But what made him complete, was when a tail appeared from behind him. It was a dark green, like the horns. Long and then a triangle type shape at the end.

Emma’s lower lip started trembling in even more fear now. Especially when he closed in on her again and wrapped his hand around her neck. But his sharp nails pressed slightly into her skin, she didn’t dare move in-case he pierced her skin.

She felt something wrapping around her leg, up to her thigh. She couldn’t look, because of his hand. But she knew it was his tail. It was oddly strong, she could feel the power in it. That made her even more terrified.

Loki looked down and shook his head. ‘Sorry about that… My tail sometimes has a mind of its own.’ He laughed and grabbed it, pulling it away from her he pushed it back behind him, where it hovered up high and flicked around behind him as if angry.

‘But it won’t hurt you. Not unless I want it to.’ Loki assured her, or tried to assure her.

He closed in on her again, but this time his nails went to work on shredding her clothes. She tried to wriggle away, to grab at her clothes that were falling from her body. But Loki’s tail struck out like a snake, wrapping around her wrists they were pinned up above her against the wall. His tail tighter than even his grip could do, almost cutting off circulation and making her cry out in pain.

‘Play nice.’ Loki growled and glanced up at his tail, that softened its hold on her wrists slightly. At least she shouldn’t bruise now. ‘She’s too precious to break.’ Loki trailed his fingers along her forehead.

She couldn’t believe he was having a conversation with his tail. What the hell was going on?

But she soon had other things to worry about than his extra appendage with a mind of its own. As Loki’s hands went to her breasts, he started massaging them gently, flicking his thumb across her nipples and making her gasp, even though she didn’t want to.

‘Please, don’t do this.’ She begged. ‘I have some money I can give you. Please.’ She was really clutching at straws now and she knew it, but anything was worth a try.

‘I am not after your money.’ He chuckled, at least she was trying. He would give her that. ‘I simply want you.’

It was at that moment, that Emma knew she wasn’t getting out of this. His tail wrapped around her entire body and lifted her clean off the floor. She was carried through to her bedroom, Loki seemed happy with himself for having his tail do the heavy lifting.

She was tossed onto the bed, gently. And Loki was over her. His tail took her wrists again, keeping her in place so Loki was free to use his hands to roam all over her delicious body. He paid extra attention to her breasts, suckling on them in turn and nibbling a little.

She kept shaking her head, begging and pleading for him to stop. But her body was already betraying her. Hard nipples, arousal also starting to form between her thighs…

‘No, no, no!’ She cried and thrashed her head back and fore, only to find the tip of his tail soothing her by stroking her hair, while still holding her wrists up.

‘Yes, my darling. I have chosen you for tonight. And there is nothing you can to stop this. So I suggest that you enjoy the ride.’ He chuckled wickedly and suckled on her neck, finding a particularly sweet spot that made her shudder, and he felt it.

‘Now, open your legs for me.’ He purred his demand and tickled down her body with his nails, scratching against her skin on her inner thigh.

‘No.’ She said weakly, almost giving in when he toyed with her nipples with his other hand.

‘Yes!’ Loki urged, lavishing her nipple with his tongue now.

She felt spark after spark shoot straight down to her clit, which was starting to throb and want attention too.

Without truly wanting to… She found her legs slowly parting ever so slightly. But Loki took that advantage and slid his hand down between her, sliding smoothly through her wet folds.

‘That’s my good girl.’ He purred, moving back up to suck and nibble on her neck.

Emma closed her eyes and allowed herself to be taken over by the pleasure. His fingers, even with sharp nails, were gentle and flushed her clit out from its hiding place entirely. He rubbed over it in repeated circles, not changing his pace or rhythm at all. Like a machine.

She just had to spread her legs open even wider for him, earning more praise and kisses on her neck. He had found all of her weak spots now. But when he moved down her body and went down on her with his tongue, she was completely done for. He brought her to orgasm with ease, but it was the best orgasm she had ever had.

So far…

It felt like it tore through her right from her core, spreading all through her body as if it was in her veins. She was sure she had died and gone to heaven.

His tail let go of her wrists and slid down her body, caressing her. It felt like it had millions of vibrating nobs all over it, making her whole body come alive as it didn’t leave much of her skin untouched.

‘He gets a little jealous when I have all the fun.’ Loki grinned, licking his lips as he crawled back up over her.

His tail slid between her thighs and rubbed her back and fore, dragging wonderfully over her clit, making her come again almost instantly. The vibration feeling was delightful, not too strong but not too weak either. It felt like his tail was caressing her clit, encasing it completely as it continued to slide back and fore.

She was brought to a few more orgasms, exhausted and her throat was sore from screaming in so much pleasure. Crying too, but because of how intense and pleasurable it all felt. Even though she knew it was so, so wrong. It also felt so right.

‘I think she’s ready now, don’t have all the fun.’ Loki chastised his tail and smacked it playfully.

His tail ignored him for a bit longer, giving her more pleasure before it reluctantly moved away and took its place behind him again. But it hovered over his shoulder, as if wanting to watch her face. Which the thought was slightly terrifying.

But Emma didn’t have long to dwell over it, because Loki was suddenly inside of her. She never noticed him undressing, but suddenly she had a magnificent, naked, Adonis over the top of her. Sinking deep into her body, in the one place where she didn’t really want him to be, but he was.

And he felt SO GOOD!

His cock filled her up and she was sure she felt him swell inside of her, as if moulding himself to her shape, like they were made to fit together. When he bottomed out inside her the tip of him was pressing deliciously against her cervix. Hitting that deep pleasure point that was like gold at the end of a rainbow.

‘Ohhh, so good. Soo tight.’ Loki moaned and the way he bared his teeth, as his nostrils flared, set something else alight inside of her.

For a demon, he was truly beautiful.

Loki rocked his hips against her, moving just enough for them both to get their pleasure. To build it up slowly, in a delicate way. But when she started to clench around him, even wrapping her legs around his waist, he became more urgent. He slid his arms around her body and held her as close to his chest as he could.

Emma had no idea how he was able to give such deep thrusts, but also stay deeply sated into her, she certainly wasn’t going to complain about it.

His tail swished back and fore behind him, like it was enjoying the show.

When Loki thrust forward, shoving her further up on the bed, his tail started to vibrate tenfold as if coming at the same time as Loki.

Emma felt him fill her up with his seed, making her come too. She milked his cock, squeezing as much as she could out of him. It felt warm, tingly. Fueling her orgasm and heightening it tenfold.

Loki was panting above her, he held her close against him. Not wanting to let her go. He groaned at the last few squeezes she gave him, filling her up with more of his seed.

It was all too much for Emma. She passed out underneath the demon. Truly satisfied in every way.

Loki kissed her forehead and chuckled. ‘Sleep tight, my good girl.’ He whispered.

Emma came around the following afternoon, dazed and confused. She took a few minutes to get herself together again. But she felt a delightful ache between her thighs, she realised it all hadn’t been a dream…

She let out a sob, confused at her feelings. She knew she should’ve been furious, upset, scared… But she found she was only feeling happy, elated, that a demon chose her. The pleasure he brought her was… out of this world. Quite literally.

And the feeling didn’t go away. In-fact, it only became worse.

The days passed and she was hornier than ever. But none of her toys could scratch that itch. One that she knew only a certain demon could scratch.

So one night, she knelt by the window in her bedroom and looked out of it. She closed her eyes and clasped her hands together.

‘Loki… I don’t know if this is how it works… To summon a demon. But I need to try.’ She sighed, pausing for a moment. ‘Please, come back. I beg you… I want you. Please, take me again.’

She couldn’t quite believe she was trying to summon a demon. But a girl has her needs after all.

Thinking it didn’t work, she huffed in annoyance. Her next step was to go on google and see if there was a certain way to summon a demon. But when she stood up and turned around, she screamed and almost jumped out of her skin, hand over her heart.

‘Holy shit! Loki! You scared me!’

Loki was leaning against the doorframe, chuckling at her reaction. ‘Well, you did summon me… Not in the most practical of manners, I must say. But I am flattered none the less.’ He grinned wickedly, knowing exactly what she wanted.

‘I… I did. I uh… Well, I was wondering… If… You want to do it again?’ She stammered, feeling nervous again all of a sudden.

Loki’s grin turned hungry.

‘Ohh, we most definitely do.’ He said, his tail raised up beside him and flicked back and fore in anticipation.

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starryeyedsweetheart · 6 years

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What Happened to Us?

Author: @starryeyedsweetheart

Pairing: Peter Parker & Reader

Word Count: 2905

Notes: so this will be part one of four and i am insanely excited about this mini fic hehe

Today is the day. Today is the day that I will finally get over my fears and self doubt and just do what I’ve been wanting to do since fifth grade. I stare at myself in the mirror of my vanity at six in the morning. Despite how dead and tired I look on the outside from my lack of sleep, I can just feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

“You’re gonna do it,” I tell my reflection. I point at it and squint my eyes to be somewhat intimidating. “You, a badass bitch, will finally tell Peter Parker you’re in love with him.”

I point to my mirrored image before running my fingers through my hair to look somewhat presentable for today. A stray hair wouldn’t stay in place, and somehow that was enough to end my thirty second confidence.

“Nope,” I declare. “Today is not the day. I will continue to hide my feelings from that idiot of a boy.” Sighing, I tug at the roots of my hair. Never in my life have I had so much built up frustration over one person. Ever since I was eleven years old, I have had this inner battle, one where I lose either way. I just need to tell him.

I don’t care if he doesn’t feel the same way. I don’t care if it ruins the friendship we’ve had since diapers. Okay. No. Wait. That’s a lie. That’s the whole reason I can’t tell him. Peter has been my rock since we were younger, being able to calm me down even when he’s the one freaking out internally. He has been stuck to my side, fighting through thick and thin with me, and I would never trade a petty two month relationship with him for our whole seventeen years of living. I just can’t.

“You don’t need a man,” I tell myself. I tsk to my reflection before straightening out my shirt. “You are a strong, independent person, who don’t need no one.” I frown. “But boy, do you want someone.”

Groaning loudly, I slap my hands to my face and just feel the anger inside of me boil over. “Why can’t you see that I’m in love with you?!”

The door to my bedroom swings open, causing me to release a shrill scream, and the intruder to let out a girlish one as well. Upon seeing the familiar tufts of silky, brown hair and boyish smile that belonged to Peter Parker, I grab the pillow on my bed and hurl it at him. He catches it instantly and I groan in frustration once more.

“Ever heard of knocking, Parker?” I grumble, finally paying attention to my disarray of a backpack.

While I angrily stuff my textbooks into my bag, Peter leaps into my bed, sinking into my duvet and cushions. His dopey smile radiates like the sun on a warm summer day as he peers at me over a pillow that he hugged to his chest. “I haven’t knocked since I was eight,” he chuckles.

I whip around to glare at him. “What if I was changing? What then?”

“You’re acting like I’ve never seen you naked before,” Peter laughs. His laugh sounds like a warm mug of hot chocolate after a whole day of sledding. It just warms you up and makes your chest tingle. I try to tune him out as he rolls over to lie on his stomach and stare at me with his big, brown doe-like eyes. “We used to take baths together, Y/N.”

“Well, yeah,” I say, “that was before puberty though!”

He waves his hand at me to dismiss the conversation. A comfortable silence fell over us for a few seconds before he says, “What were you telling yourself before I walked in?”

A whole pole shoots up my spine and my muscles turn tense. Shaking it off quickly, I reply, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Avoiding eye contact, I can still see Peter laugh and finally slink down my bed until he’s lounging on my carpeted floor. “All I heard was “I’m in love with you!”” he mocks with a girlish voice.

“I do not talk like that,” I spit at him.

“So,” he says. Finally ready, I sling my backpack over my shoulder and turn to face him. From ignoring him since he entered, I didn’t get to see him in all his glory just yet. On my floor, his legs were sprawled out and adorned with some jeans. The blue sweater he wore over his chest was pulled tight in some places, accentuating the muscles he somehow gained over the span of two days way back when. Peter’s brown hair had one clump loosely falling over his forehead, and it was taking everything in me to not lean over and tuck it back. When he goes to speak again, I have to physically shake my head to end my drooling. “Is there someone you’re not telling me about?”

“What?” I question, voice wavering.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” he says, his voice somewhat softer. His silly smile is gone and is replaced by a shy one. My heart jumps in my chest from how soft and huggable he looks.

I really can’t tell you everything. I nibble at my bottom lip before saying, “Yeah, I know.”

“So, are you gonna tell me about this new...guy?”

I cock my brow at him. “Why? You jealous?”

Peter reacts by scoffing and puffing out his chest in some defiant way. I can’t help but laugh at his childishness. “No. I know I’m the number one guy in your life, so I’m not even intimidated,” Peter declares, his voice turning light again after that timid tone earlier.

“Oh, so we’re jealous and cocky now,” I continue to taunt, opening my bedroom door. As I step out, I hear Peter stand up and follow me throughout my apartment.

“Not at all,” he muses. He couldn’t see me, but I was rolling my eyes.

As I go to open the front door to begin our walk to Midtown High, his arm suddenly reaches over me and shuts the door before I could even open it fully. Turning around I was trapped between him and the wall, and I’m pretty sure a piece of my heart just broke off and went to heaven. From the close proximity, I could feel his breath fanning my face, but this was all normal. Being close to Peter was the norm for us. We hugged. We cuddled. We were just us, and I just have to keep reminding myself that everything we do, means absolutely nothing.

“You have pepper spray right?” Peter asks me, his voice suddenly turning serious. I laugh at his concern, earning an awkward chuckle from him. “No, seriously. You’ve seen all that crime and stuff happening. I just want you to be safe.”

“That’s why we have Spiderman.” Peter lets out an extremely forced laugh, causing me to raise my eyebrows at his discomfort. Nudging him lightly to get him off of me (more so to clear my mind of his intoxicating cologne so I could freaking focus), I roll my eyes. “Yes I have my pepper spray, and yes I will be on full alert of wherever I step if that helps you sleep at night.”

Peter swoops in quickly, pecking a chaste kiss to my cheek before pulling away with an excited smile. My breath gets caught in the back of my throat, heart ceasing for a small moment as well at the action. “Yes, that would make me very happy,” he claims.

With that, Peter lets out a heartwarming laugh before opening the door and shoving me aside to leave. While he continues his lively morning with a bunch of laughs and jokes, I can’t help but remind myself that today is the day.

Today is the day that I tell Peter Parker I love him.

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“Hey, Y/N!” I whip my head around, almost slamming it into the door of my locker when I come face to face with Flash, the boy who has been messing with Peter since the beginning of time. “So, I’m having a party this weekend.”

“Oh,” I say. “I hope you have a great time.” I go to turn and sprint. I’ve never really liked Flash. Probably because he’s been calling my best friend Penis Parker for as long as I can remember.

After my pathetic attempt at an escape, I suddenly feel someone grab at my forearm. I don’t know what paranormal being possessed me in that moment, but for a second there my finger flinched, as if ready to reach for my pepper spray and attack. But then I remember, Flash is as harmless as a spoon. Peter has been brainwashing me into believing that every little thing is threat. Ever since our field trip a couple months ago, Peter’s really amped up his seriousness on safety. I think it has to do with his Uncle Ben. Peter’s been a little off ever since that, but who wouldn’t be?

“I would just like to ask,” Flash mumbles, awkwardly taking his hands off of me. I watch him hesitantly, trying not to show my repulsion too obviously. “Can you come?”

His dark brown eyes seem so sincere, his lips curling into a shy smile. Somewhere deep down was telling me to just go to the party. Maybe even bring Peter and Ned. Possibly drag Michelle Jones if she ever actually sits next to me at lunch and not four chairs away. But, then again, I couldn’t just go to his house, the literal home base of evil.

I go to speak, my face contorting into an expression of pure discomfort, until I suddenly feel someone walk up beside me. “Hey.” To my surprise, Michelle’s standing there, her slumped posture and ratty hair and all. To me, she looks like an angel in disguise. A blessing sent my way. “I was wondering if—“

“Of course I can help you!” I shout, throwing my hands up in the air in a spastic way. I start ushering her towards the cafeteria for lunch. Quickly, I look over my shoulder and say, “Sorry. We’ll talk later. Bye!”

I’m furiously shoving Michelle away. An awkward smile is gracing my face as I maneuver us through the crowds of a high school hallway.

“Okay, I was just gonna ask if you had the English homework,” she grumbles while digging her heels into the ground as soon we’re at the entrance of the lunchroom.

Huffing immensely from the sheer panic of being put on the spot and moving the tallest girl I have ever seen in my life, I had to take a break by leaning against my knees and trying to take deep breaths. Waving her off, I shake my head. “I can um…I can give it to you. Oh my God—I am so out of shape,” I wheeze.

From the corner of my eye, the one where the sweat isn’t blinding me, I see her look at me with her brows furrowed and mouth curled into a grimace. “Your boyfriend over there is looking at you like you’re dying,” Michelle says, eyes looking over my hunched over body.

Slowly standing up, but with my chest still heaving up and down, I turn to see Peter and Ned, looking over at us with concerned faces. In the midst of it, they were speaking to one another, a heated conversation at that.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” I correct her. My heart aches for a second there. I shake it off, now realizing my voice dropped about three octaves with my last sentence.

Michelle quirks an eyebrow at me, arms crossing over her chest. “I thought everyone knew you two were in love,” she inquires.

“Okay, no. We are talking about English homework, not my nonexistent love life,” I interrupt.

“You know what?” She smirks. I feel all my confidence shrivel from within me.

“The only thing I know as of right now, is the English homework due next period.”

“I think everyone in the school knows you like Peter, except Peter himself,” she muses. The little live piece of me, the one that somehow hid away during my I’m-dead-inside phase, has officially flew into heaven.

Everyone knows?

“Also,” Michelle adds on. “I think everyone knows that Peter likes you, except...you.”

Nothing could stop the awkward laugh that bubbled past my lips. “Um...aha,” I chuckle. Scratching the back of my neck, I can feel myself start to sweat uncomfortably. “Haha.” Michelle looks at me oddly. “I’m gonna...I’m—aha—leaving.”

With that, I power walk towards my lunch table. I feel that a leisure walk was too slow for running from my problems and a sprint, well that’s just rude. As I approach the table, I can faintly hear Peter and Ned’s voices.

“You can’t just do that.”

“What else am I supposed to do?”

“Not do that!”

“Ned, I have to-”

“What do you have to do?” I ask as soon as I sit down, shocking the two boys.

Both let out a girlish scream, Peter jumping so far up that I was worried for his ass when he slammed back down. Ned holds his hand over his chest, his big brown eyes staring at me in bewilderment.

“Nothing. We aren’t doing anything. Why would we be doing anything?” Ned quickly sputters.

Peter closes his eyes and exhales in defeat. In a moment, his eyes open once more, revealing the pretty brown eyes that always make my heart skip a beat. “How much of that did you hear?” Peter asks me. Just the sound of his smooth voice was enough for me to lose my train of thought.

“Not a lot,” I shrug. “What were you guys talking about though?” Looking up from the table at the sound of the quiet, I find that Peter and Ned were awkwardly shifting in their seats, their eyes meeting every now and then in panic as well. Furrowing my brows, I decide to change the topic. “So, Flash asked me to come to his party this weekend.”

Peter instantly sits up, his eagerness a huge contrast to his fidgety persona two seconds ago. “What’d you say? Are you going?” Ned looks over at his best friend, trying not to laugh at his rapid fire questions.

“I thought I told you I don’t really like him, so no. I’m not going,” I say.

“I kinda wanna go,” Ned mumbles. “I bought a new hat the other day and a party would be a nice place to wear it.”

Laughing, I tell him I’ll let him wear the hat to my house and I’d love it. As Ned rolls his eyes I say, “I have a higher chance of finding out Spiderman’s secret identity than going to one of Flash’s parties.” Looking at the two boys across me, I see their demeanor change once again. I’ll probably ask Peter about it soon, but instead I continue on my talk of the web slinging hero of Queens. “How old do you think he is?” Both boys shrug and I roll my eyes. “I bet he’s really freaking cute under that mask. I would definitely date him.”

Peter chokes on his water, Ned instinctively slamming his hand against his best friend’s back. I instantly start laughing at the sight in front of me as Peter reaches for the napkins and begins to furiously pat at himself.

“Okay, since both you losers are being weird, will you both be back to your normal selves to hang out tonight?” I ask.

Ned’s eyes widen before looking between Peter and I. “No, um, sorry,” he says quickly. “I’m busy. So, it’ll just be you two tonight.”

I nod and look over to Peter who gives me a small smile in conformation. The lunch bell rings, crowds of students coming in and out of the doors. As soon as I get around the table, Ned suddenly pulls me into a tight hug. “Goodbye, Y/N. Hopefully, we can hang out another time soon,” he tells me.

“You’re acting like I’m dying,” I laugh. Ned pulls away, his expression soft as he looks at me, as if it was the last time he’ll see me. “Oh my God,” I say. “I am dying, aren’t I?”

I turn to see Peter, standing there stiffly, hands in pockets and smile ever so slightly sad. I go to grab at his arm to pull him closer, but he shifts last minute. Whether it was intentional, or not my heart aches for a small moment.

“I’ll see you later, okay?” he says softly before he and Ned head out of the cafeteria.

“Well, wasn’t that weird…” I jump in my skin as I whip around to see Michelle, sitting close by, apple in hand with a book in her other. She smirks at me, for that girl never really smiles. “You and loverboy seemed a little off today. Trouble in paradise?” she taunts.

“I’m gonna do it today,” I tell her, not caring anymore about keeping up a front. She quirks a brow at me as I sigh, feeling the weight on my shoulders sink me down lower. Chewing my bottom lip, I smile to myself slightly. “I’m gonna tell Peter I love him today.”

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Trouble Maker | Shin Ho Seok | One-Shot

wonho (monstax) + you (reader) word count: 7,309 warnings: um yeah so this is a stepbrother!au but technically the parents aint married yet so its more a future stepbrother shitstorm if that makes it any better for your moral compass lol heads up for a tiny bit of underage drinking but mainly car sex and fingering and oral and some blunt dirty talk but i know some of yall are like me and that definitely floats our boats hehe a/n: chatting with my friend and she told me about her dream jon snow was gonna be her stepbrother and they rage fucked each other because they were so bitter about it and i thought wow what a fantastic idea can i write that and she gave me her blessing lol so here we go thanks darling

It was a grey, stormy day when my father called me down to the kitchen for what he deemed a family meeting. Naturally, my mood was sour. My dad was a strait-laced commander in the military and when he summoned me for a father-daughter discussion, I rarely left happy.

Dragging my feet into the kitchen, I hopped on to one of the stools and folded my arms across the bar. Dad moved in front of me on the other side and prepared two cups of hot tea, dropping a slice of lemon in each.

“When are we moving?” I asked irritably, assuming our years in this country were over with and it was time for the next station.

He glanced up from the tea cups with a smile and said, “Surprise. We are here to stay for good, but that’s not what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“You’re being kept here permanently?” I questioned, understandably skeptical. South Korea had been our home for the past five years and truth be told, I rather loved the place, but I had been uprooted enough times to never fall too in love with anything.

Dad handed me my cup and I sipped the tea gingerly, careful not to burn my mouth. It ran down my throat hotly and I hummed my approval. I never questioned what Dad put in the concoction, but I always slept like a baby afterward and dreamed pleasant dreams.

I safely assumed it was a peace offering.

Bracing his hands on the counter, my Dad fixated his eyes on me and waited until he had snared my undivided attention. Then, he declared, “I’m getting married.”

If there had been any liquid in my mouth, I would have spit it out. That explained the pause.

“Married?” I exclaimed.

“Yes, now before you freak out…” he started calmly.

“To that divorced lady you’ve been dating for six months?” I shouted, voice cracking.

Dad held up his hands and grew stern when he continued, “Seven months and yes, she was married before. So was I.”

“Mom died,” I was quick to remind. “There’s a big difference.”

Dad exhaled, noting the way my face had tensed at the mere mention of my mother. “Baby girl, you gave me your blessing when I started dating again. I waited until you were ready and out of respect to your mother.”

I leaned back in my chair, lowering my head as tears gathered in my eyes.

Dad stepped around the counter quickly, pulling me into his arms and doing his best to soothe me.

“How could you do this to Mom?” I sobbed into my hands. “Didn’t you love her?”

“Of course, I loved her,” my father chided, borderline angry I had posed such a question. “I loved her with every fiber of my being. But she’s gone and she would have wanted us to move on.”

I recoiled and instantly angled away from my father, closing myself off from him and hiding my face behind my long hair.

He called my name softly, but I didn’t respond. In my eyes, in that moment, the devoted relationship we’d had was over.

And I swore I would never forgive him for giving me a stepmother and a stepbrother.

The next morning, I was dressed to impress. Despite already hating these people I had yet to meet, I wanted to knock their socks off when they looked at me.

Stepping outside in my short sundress, my dad flinched and whined, “Do you have to wear that?”

Referring to how the garment hugged my curves, I snorted, “I’m a woman, Dad. This is what we look like.”

He groaned and opened the car door for me. Little did he know, I had made it my new personal mission in life to make him absolutely miserable.

Maybe I hated him. I despised that he could even speak of my mother the way he did. That she wanted us - she wanted me - to move on. Was he implying she would have wanted me to embrace a new mother?

It made me sick and a bitter taste remained in my mouth for the rest of the day.

“You said she has a son?” I asked, staring out the window as the trees ticked by.

“Yes, he is from a previous relationship before she was married,” my dad informed.

“So she and her husband didn’t have any kids together?”

“No, they didn’t and I believe she said her boy is the same age as you.”

“Wow, a pair of teenagers in the same house. How will we entertain ourselves?” I droned with disdain.

My dad furrowed his brow. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, Daddy,” I crooned. “Nothing at all.”

The car rolled to a stop outside the ritzy-looking country club. I knew my Dad came here often to play golf with his fellow high-ranking military officials. The food was pretty good and the veranda was to die for with its view of the gardens.

My father pulled out a chair for me like the gentleman he was and I sat at the white-clothed table seated on a private overlook. Apparently, we had arrived first.

The two of us sat in silence. Dad constantly looked to me, expecting a conversation to start at some point. Normally, he and I talked about anything and everything. I could make him laugh until his face turned red.

Not anymore. I was content to never speak to him again for as long as I lived.

He blinked slowly, sadly. Maybe it was then that the same realization hit him.

A few minutes later, he called out to someone and my heart raced. I kept my eyes on the gardens and swallowed the lump in my throat. Though I wanted to be an absolute brat, I reminded myself that this boy was probably in the same boat I was emotionally.

With a grumble, I rose from my chair and finally turned around.

My father ushered in a beautiful, small woman trailed by a stocky, handsome boy. I was even more annoyed, hoping he would be an ugly jerk, but as I watched him bow and address my father with respect, I forced away my frown.

My father spoke my name and introduced, “This is Sunghwa and her son, Wonho.”

“Hello,” I greeted the woman who was to be my new stepmother and added, “You’re very pretty.”

“As are you,” she beamed. “Very beautiful.”

I thanked her and turned to her son, mirroring his bow in silence and awkwardly shuffling back to my seat.

I promise I’m not exaggerating when I say Wonho and I didn’t utter a single word during the brunch. My father and his wife-to-be gabbled back and forth like love-struck kids and the sight made it hard for me to keep food down.

My future stepbrother and I ate our meals and wallowed in the silence until my father suggested a walk through the gardens.

“You two go,” I was quick to interject, locking eyes with Wonho. “I want to order some dessert.”

Wonho cocked an eyebrow, but didn’t argue.

The engaged couple was more than happy for some alone time and bid their goodbyes before practically skipping hand-in-hand toward the veranda.

“Did I hear someone mention dessert?” asked the waiter, Minsoo. He and I knew each other very well, considering my father brought me to this place regularly.

Glancing up at him, I gave him a smile and said, “Yes, a big glass of tea laced with lots of vodka, please.”

Wonho gawked at me in disbelief before a tiny smirk crept over his lips.

Meanwhile, Minsoo rolled his eyes and groaned, “You owe me.”

“Pfft, like hell I do,” I retorted. “I got you a date with Hyomin.”

“It was horrible,” he exclaimed under his breath.

I waved him away, running out of tolerance for his whining. “That’s not my fault. Can I get my drink now, please? Trust me when I say I need it.”

He droned, “Coming right up. But you owe me.”

“Fine. I owe you. Get on with it.”

Minsoo scurried toward the kitchen and I slouched backwards into my chair, crossing my legs and angling toward the view of the gardens.

“Aren’t you eighteen?” asked Wonho blithely.

“Yep,” I replied.

“Drinking age here is nineteen,” he told me, nonchalant it seemed for the time being.

“I’ve lived here six years, but thank you for bringing me up to speed,” I snapped, letting my sarcasm reign free. “Tattle if you want.”

Wonho rubbed a finger over his lip pensively and asked with subtle interest, “What will your father do if you get drunk?”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not gonna get drunk off of one glass of tea and vodka.”

Minsoo approached with drink in hand.

My eyes lit up and I gave him an over exaggerated grin as I greeted, “Ooh, speak of the devil.”

Minsoo shuffled nervously and murmured under his breath, “Do you think Hyomin will give me another chance?”

“Jesus, Minsoo, I can only do so much as a wingman.”

My waiter friend cleared out and I downed a mouthful of my drink.

“So, we’re going to be siblings soon. Aren’t you excited?” I asked with feigned glee.

Wonho merely glared momentarily before taunting, “My Mom went on and on about how you’re such a good girl. At least, that’s what your Dad told her.”

I snickered. “Those days are over. I’ve been very well-behaved, but that’s because my mom died and I wanted to be nice to him. Now, I can see he’s obviously not grieving anymore and I’m going to be his worst fucking nightmare.”

Just as I set my drink down, Wonho snatched it and to my surprise, took a big gulp. After a pause, he met my eyes and asked, “How can I help?”

I smiled devilishly.

“But what’s wrong with our parents being happy?” Wonho questioned a moment later, pretending to be presented with the biggest moral dilemma of his life.

“I wanna be happy, too,” I crooned, swirling the straw in my drink between my fingers. “Why can’t we do things that make us happy, too? Like being the teenagers that we are.”

“I’m mad she’s getting remarried,” Wonho groaned, taking the tea as I handed it to him for another gulp. “I won’t act like I’m not.”

I shrugged. “She was married before. What’s another time?”

Wonho’s face tensed with anger as he explained, “She’s from one man to the next and never gives a damn about me.”

Snorting, I teased, “Are you saying your mom’s a slut?”

Wonho snatched the glass of tea and helped himself. “What about you?” he asked.

My brows lifted at the inquiry. “Am I slut?”

He nodded and his gaze was glaringly obvious as it traveled down my body.

“No,” I finally responded. “But I could open up to the idea.”

“That was fast,” Wonho said with a laugh and the sound made me smile.

I downed the rest of my drink and rose from my chair, whispering, “How’s this for fast? I’m going to the bathroom. Wait a minute or two and come find me. If you want, of course.”

He gaped briefly before winking his approval.

Striding away, I found the ladies’ room and pushed the door inward, immediately checking the stalls for privacy. With the coast clear, I approached the sinks and smoothed down my dress with a heavy sigh. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I gazed in wonder at how I had changed so much in the past twenty-four hours. I was hurt and overcome with rage.

I snapped from my thoughts when there was a knock at the door. Cracking it open, there stood Wonho and I grabbed a handful of his shirt, pulling him inside. He was quick to lock the door behind us, but the moment he turned back around to face me, our bodies collided and our lips met.

We both tasted of tea and vodka and I couldn’t have been thirstier. I could feel both of us smiling through the kisses, knowing this was stupid and reckless, but we were both too broken to care.

Wonho backed me clumsily into the granite counter, teasing his tongue over my bottom lip until I gave him entrance to my mouth. My fingers found his biceps, squeezing at the feel of hard, bulging muscles beneath. After tracing my touches over his firm shoulders, marveling the iron feel of his back, I reached behind myself and gripped the counter. Wonho looked for my hands, missing them on his body, and noticed what I was doing. He grabbed my thighs, hauling me with ease to the counter.

The granite was cold and my skirt did little to block the chill, but I was too busy locking my ankles behind his hips to give a proper shit. Gripping his face and running my fingers into his smooth hair, our lips parted and Wonho moved his mouth to the side of my neck, biting gently before kissing and sucking at my skin.

I tipped my head back, humming through my pleasure and closing my eyes. “Do you think our parents will be as angry as we are when they find out their kids had been fucking?” I asked snidely.

Wonho stopped his kisses just long enough to growl, “Worse.”

I chuckled and reached for his shirt, proceeding to undo the top buttons.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and we broke away loudly as someone jiggled the handle, quickly shouting for an attendant to have the facilities opened.

“Shit,” Wonho groaned.

“We’ll have to finish this later,” I panted.

He nodded and swallowed to wet his dry throat. “Where?”

“Are you a good climber?”

“Maybe,” he sang with a playful grin.

“I’ll leave my window open.”

Wonho interjected, “Or I can offer to drive you home.”

I clapped my hands and cheered, “Yeah, that’s better. They’ll be happy to get even more time away from us.”

Leaning forward, we shared a quick kiss before Wonho helped me down from the counter. The knocks grew more insistent and I looked to my new partner in crime for an escape.

“Follow my lead,” he whispered, wrapping an arm around my waist and tucking me closely to his side.

Unlocking the door, a woman’s eyes widened at the sight of us and I could see the accusatory glare slowly taking over her face.

“Do you think you can make it to the car, sis?” Wonho asked sweetly.

I nodded. “Yeah, just please don’t let me fall.”

“I would never,” Wonho coaxed, offering his most innocent smile to the woman as she passed by us toward the stalls.

“Is she alright?” the stranger asked.

“Almost fainted. Splashing water on her face seemed to help.”

“Oh, dear. I hope you feel better.”

“Thank you,” I managed feebly, letting Wonho partially carry me out of the bathroom.

The moment we were in the clear, I turned to him and we burst into laughter.

“That was so fucking close,” he murmured.

“My heart was pounding,” I replied, putting a hand over my chest.

“More so than when you were making out with me?” he asked playfully, lifting his eyebrows up and down.

I pushed his arm and whined, “Hey, keep it down!”

“Alright, alright. Get on with the plan. Call your Dad.”

“What’s the rush?” I teased, pulling out my phone and wiggling it in my hand. “Are you that excited to get me naked?”

“Uh, obviously.”

I chortled and dialed my father. Given that he was frolicking through the gardens with his soon to be trophy wife, I was surprised he picked up at all.

“Yes, darling?”

I put on my best simper and began, “Daddy, I’m not feeling too well. Something I ate isn’t agreeing with me. Or maybe it’s the heat.”

Wonho met my mischievous eyes and borderline snorted.

“I’m on my way,” began my father, as if he were reading from a manual.

“Actually, Wonho offered to drive me home,” I quickly interrupted. “And that way you can stay out with your fiancée longer.”

My father was suspicious when he droned, “That’s generous of him.”

“Yeah, he’s annoying and mopey, but at least he’ll be easy to get rid of when I get home,” I lied, raking my tongue over my lip when Wonho gave me an irritated glare.

“Be nice to him. He’ll be your brother soon.”

“Don’t remind me,” I snarled.

“See you in a couple hours, honey,” he chirped.

“Bye, Daddy.”

“Is it wrong if I like the way you say Daddy?” Wonho teased.

I smacked his chest gently and chided, “Yes, it is.”

“Let’s get going.”

As he drove, one hand lazily on the wheel, I looked Wonho up and down like I was picking out my steak at an expensive restaurant. Reaching over, I grabbed his arm and squeezed the muscles with my fingers. Then, I moved to his chest, tracing my fingertips over his dress shirt.

“You’re shredded under that, aren’t you?” I quipped.

“Yep.”

“I’m gonna bite the shit out of you,” I warned playfully.

He clocked a brief glance at me and threatened, “Then, I’m gonna bruise the shit out of you.”

“Go for the thighs,” I cooed, crossing my legs and inevitably bringing his gaze to my bared skin. “I’ve always wanted to know what I would look like with marked up thighs.”

“What? No dude has ever been rough enough with you?”

“Ugh, I wish. For me, it’s been nothing but gentle missionary.”

Wonho laughed. “Too bad our parents didn’t hook up sooner.”

“I actually agree.”

My eyes traveled southward and my hand inevitably followed. Wonho sucked in a hard breath when I discovered the hard bulge in his pants.

“I didn’t know you got hard while we were making out?” I teased with glee.

Wonho grabbed my wrist with his free hand to stop me from palming him, snapping, “Why do you think I was in such a hurry to get out of there?”

“The mystery is solved,” I exclaimed, then I slid closer and whispered, “How big is it?”

“Big.”

“Oh, yeah?”

He was quick to add, “Legendary.”

I laughed and teased him, “Well, no one has been inside me for over a year. Are you sure you’ll fit?”

He shuddered visibly and squeezed my wrist a little tighter. “You gonna be a good girl and open up for me?”

Now it was my turn to shiver and I looked down as Wonho easily pulled my hand away, bringing it to my own lap. He used his forearm to press against my stomach, pushing me back into my seat. Then, his hand dipped beneath my skirt.

I let out a ragged breath when he pulled my dress higher and higher until it draped over the tops of my thighs.

“We’re so gonna crash,” I whimpered, holding his forearm as his fingers proceeded to run up and down my slit over my underwear.

“I’m watching the road,” Wonho reminded and it dawned on me he hadn’t actually taken his eyes off the highway this entire time.

I gulped and thanked the heavens silently that I had showered and shaved this morning.

“Someone feels wet,” Wonho growled, pushing at my clothed clit with his thick fingers.

“Oh, shit,” I whined, tipping my head back and colliding harshly into the car seat. Gripping his burly arm, I stroked my palm over his silky skin like he was my anchor.

“Tell me if I need to stop,” he ordered firmly under his breath.

I nodded my understanding.

Wonho pushed aside my panties and dipped two fingers toward my entrance. I adjusted my position on the seat to give him access and lowered my head to sink my teeth into his clothed bicep as he pushed his digits into me slightly.

It had been so long since I had been touched and the rush of danger and rage the two of us shared was a combination I had no idea could get such a visceral reaction out of me.

“Fuck, you are a tight, little thing, aren’t you?” Wonho growled, rolling his hand to get his fingers deeper and deeper.

I whimpered, winching my eyes closed. Feeling my walls stretching to accept him had never felt so good.

“Oh, god,” I rasped, moving my hips to the same pace as his hand. “Pull over.”

“Hang in there, sweetheart,” he crooned. “We’re almost home.”

Wonho was trying to sound tougher than me, but I could hear the strain in his voice and I was convinced the strain in his pants was probably much worse. The sound of my arousal coating his fingers, the way it seemed to echo in the car, was all too much. My face felt hot and my heart was beating wildly.

“Wonho,” I panted, propping a hand against the roof of the car and arching my hips as his fingers picked up speed. “I swear to god. Pull the car over so I can ride your fucking cock.”

That did the trick.

Wonho tapped the brakes and pulled off a sharp turn to a dirt path. We had been on a highway surrounded by trees. The country club was outside the city and nestled at the base of the mountains. It wasn’t surprising he found a dirt road to a small fishing spot.

The moment the car was in park, Wonho tore off his seat belt and pounced on me. I welcomed him with open arms, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him to me as our lips met in a loud collision of teeth and tongues.

“The back seat is tinted,” he managed to tell me between kisses while unbuckling my safety belt.

“No one can see in?”

“Nope.”

I braced my hands on his chest and smiled at the bemused look that took over his flushed face. Then, I turned and clambered to the safety of the back seat. He was a fraction of a second behind me and I rolled to my back on the cushions, reaching under my dress and grabbing my panties. Wonho rubbed his hands up my smooth thighs and helped tug the material down until he could pull them from my ankles. I kicked off my shoes and spread my legs, inviting him between them.

To my surprise, Wonho dropped to his stomach and ducked his head under my dress. Just as I was about to ask him what the hell he was doing, I felt his breath on my core.

“Fu…” I started, reaching out to grab the seats with my hands, inevitably scratching the leather when I couldn’t get a solid grip.

Wonho leisurely raked the flat of his tongue up my lower lips before giving my clit a gentle, open-mouth kiss. My chest began heaving for breath and adrenaline raced down my legs. I mentally chastised myself for getting this worked up, but it had been such a long time since someone fucked me up like this.

“Wonho,” I cried out desperately for him as he continued sucking on my clit, moving his head from side to side ever so slowly as he did. Occasionally, he broke away to sink his teeth into the flesh of my inner thigh.

I writhed on the seat, constantly moving underneath him with the way he tortured me. He teased my clit with delicate precision, drawing out every lap of his tongue and every pass of his lips. The sounds he made as his mouth played with my core ricocheted into my ears until they filled with a dull pound.

Arching my back, I closed my eyes and licked my lips, humming with pleasure. Wonho smiled against my folds and looped his muscly arms around my thighs, kneading at my flesh while he reduced me to nothing.

My breaths caught in my throat as he darted his tongue into my entrance and my hips jerked involuntarily against his face when he returned to sucking on my clit.

“Hm?” Wonho finally replied to my shouts of his name.

“I didn’t know,” I stuttered, swallowing to dampen my dry throat from the embarrassing amount of panting I was doing. “You wanted to eat me out.”

“I’m not gonna be that guy that sticks my big dick in a girl that isn’t wet enough to take it,” he told me calmly, kissing my hip bone between his words.

Gulping rather loudly, I stared at the ceiling and asked, “A-am I wet enough for you yet?”

“Yeah, you have been,” Wonho replied in a taunt. “But I am really getting off on watching the way you squirm.”

I reached down and yanked up my dress, finally exposing his head and grabbing a handful of blonde hair. “You little – I’m sorry! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

Just as I had been about to insult him for teasing me, Wonho went back to my clit, tonguing and biting at the bundle of nerves with a vengeance. My thighs instinctively clamped down on both sides of his head as a buffer for the onslaught of pleasure I felt and a howl left my mouth.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” Wonho commented, lifting to rest on his elbows.

I mirrored his moves, glancing down at him and feeling suddenly nervous. “Why did you stop?”

He let out a long, conflicted exhale and said, “I’m giving you a chance to change your mind.”

“Why would I do that?” I asked incredulously.

He cocked his head, unconvinced. “Because you’re only doing this to piss off your father.”

“Maybe. Maybe at first, but…” I trailed, glancing away.

“What?”

With a shrug, I admitted timidly, “I had no idea you were as hurt and angry as I was. I thought I was alone.”

Wonho smiled and stroked my thigh, craning down to peck a few affectionate kisses along my knee. When he finished, he asked sheepishly, “You wanna be friends?”

“Friends that rage fuck on a regular basis?” I clarified with a tilt of my head.

He bobbed his head in agreement and sang, “In my professional opinion, it would be a good coping mechanism for both of us.”

I snickered. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

Wonho’s face turned serious as he added, “I have a condition, though.”

“Let me hear it.”

“You’re not a slut and I’m not gonna let you turn into one just to get back at your Dad. If we start fucking, you don’t fuck anyone else.”

That surprised me and I chose to hide behind my humor. “Ugh, who am I gonna fuck? I don’t like anyone. I pretty much hate people in general.”

Wonho stroked my thigh again and crooned, “You just met me.”

“Yeah, but we’re about to be living in the same house for a while.”

“True. So?”

For a moment, I paused, then relented, “Alright, I won’t fuck anyone else. What about you?”

“I won’t fuck anyone else either, if that’s what you want.”

I nodded and said, “I’m all about equality.”

“Deal.”

“Okay, let’s get on with this horrible lapse in moral judgment.”

He grinned mischievously. “As you wish.”

I rolled my eyes.

Wonho kneeled between my thighs and fiddled with his belt. I stayed on my back, arms splayed at my sides as I watched him with bated breath. When he finally pulled his length free, I laughed in disbelief.

“You weren’t kidding,” I exclaimed.

“You think I would use the word legendary so loosely?”

I snorted and crooned, “I’ll never doubt you again.”

“Good,” he coaxed, pumping his fist around his member. “Think you’re ready to take this cock then?”

“Fuck, yes.”

I licked my lips as I watched him settle lower. His dick was slightly above average in length, but it was the girth that had my attention. The boy was thick everywhere else. It was no surprise his equipment would follow suit.

Our eyes met as he grabbed my thighs with his arms and spread me farther. His hands slid softly up my legs, grabbing my knees in his firm hands and holding them up in the air.

“Take your shirt off,” I suddenly demanded, feeling sweat gathering behind my neck.

Wonho shook his head and exhaled, “In a sec, trouble maker. I gotta be in you now.”

I couldn’t agree more. My pussy was throbbing ever since the loss of his mouth and at the sight of his girth, my core was pulsing with desire.

Swallowing to wet my dry throat, I grabbed his arms as Wonho propped himself over me. When his hand left my side and moved to guide himself inside of me, I pulled him closer until I could sink my teeth into his shoulder.

“Wonho,” I shouted as he pushed his cock into my entrance and slid forward slowly. It didn’t matter how slow he was, I was stretched to the max and it was phenomenal.

Wonho slid a hand in my hair and gripped me close to his chest as he settled to the hilt in my velvet walls. “Fuck,” he groaned under his breath, rocking his hips slightly to drive forward, gentle as could be.

On my back in his car, I howled his name and set my nails into his clothed shoulders as he thrust his hips back and forth, plunging into me hard over and over.

Wonho rutted his length sharply into me, a resounding smack echoing in the car. My entire body jolted in place from the harshness of his movement and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

With a whimper, I reached up to toy my fingers through his hair, holding tightly while he gripped my waist. After another thrust of his hips, I mewled at the pressure and locked my ankles behind his back.

Wonho quickly brought his mouth to mine, breaths passing through each other’s lips. Sweat had already begun to bead around his hairline and I took my time staring at his face, especially his eyes and the way his pupils had blown out.

“Does it hurt?” he asked me, rasping.

I shook my head insistently, worried if I didn’t convince him, he might turn gentle. “No,” I told him. “It’s good. You feel so good.”

The edge of his mouth crooked up in a short smile. He stole a quick kiss before returning his attention to where our bodies met and locked together.

“Damn it, gentle missionary,” Wonho suddenly growled.

“Huh?” I questioned, forgetting my words from earlier.

Wonho gripped my waist and turned, trading our places and putting me on top. Having very little experience in the saddle, I stared down at him with wide, anxious eyes. When I didn’t move, Wonho narrowed his gaze and grabbed my ass with both hands, kneading the flesh before giving both cheeks a healthy slap.

“Get riding,” he ordered, voice husky and thick with arousal.

Letting my hips rise and fall, I kept eye contact with him to see how I was doing until it became too much for me. Swirling myself around him and letting his cock stroke against my sweet spot, I easily decided I was a big fan of being on top.

“How is this?” I asked unsurely.

Wonho fussed, “Do what feels good to you, baby. I promise, I will like it.”

I chortled, “Easy to please?”

“In this tight pussy, yes.”

I gleamed and propped my hands on his burly chest, arching my hips and letting my ass bounce up and down, smacking into the tops of his thighs loudly. My fingers clawed at the material of his shirt and I went to work getting it off of him, wanting badly to feel his skin against my fingertips.

Wonho helped tear the dress shirt free of his body and my mouth watered at his chiseled form beneath me. I stroked my palms up and down his firm pecs, teasing my nails over his hard nipples with every pass. As I kept riding him, letting his length slide back and forth within my walls, Wonho felt it was only fair to discard the dress I was wearing.

In a flash, he grabbed the garment and yanked it over my head, leaving me in only my bra. Wonho reached up and cupped my face, tracing a thumb over my bottom lip as I gaped for breath. Then, his fingers caressed down my neck and to the swell of my breasts. He teased the clothed mounds, kneading and squeezing.

For the first time since I began riding him in the backseat of his car, on a down stroke I dropped deeper into his lap, finally letting Wonho sit balls deep in my heat. The fullness ripped a moan out of my mouth and I winched my eyes closed.

“You good, baby?” Wonho teased, abandoning my breasts to get a solid hold on my hips.

“You’re thick,” I whimpered, tentatively bouncing on his lap again. “Like you’re ripping me in half.”

“You sound thrilled,” he snorted.

“I am,” I quipped, grabbing his hands and guiding them to rest on my bare ass.

“Come on, then. You can go deeper.”

He was referring to the way I now avoided sinking down on his cock as I had before. When he was deepest, it made my thighs shake and I had never been stretched that far.

“Make me,” I suddenly blurted, setting my nails into this chest.

Wonho winced and our eyes locked as I came to a stop.

“I thought you were gonna fuck me?” I asked, looking for trouble and undoubtedly finding it. “Is this all you can do?”

Fire appeared in his eyes and my heart raced with delight at to the prospect of a punishment I was about to get.

Wonho frowned and sat up sharply, reaching around and unsnapping my bra. He lifted me off of his lap, withdrawing his length from me and flipping me on to my stomach. I grabbed the edge of the seat, my hair tumbling into my face and blocking my eyes. I panted desperately for breath as I felt him settle over me, pushing my thighs apart to make room for him.

“You want me to fuck you, huh?” Wonho hissed in my ear, grabbing a handful of my hair.

I said nothing.

A hand cracked across my ass and I squeaked as the sound lingered in the car. Distracted by the stinging sensation fading on my skin, I barely felt the fingertips at my entrance followed by his cock being guided inside.

Wonho let out a shaky groan on my neck as he fully pressed himself into me and I sighed with relief to be filled again, having been aching for something to fill the void he’d left. He lifted slightly and began showering my shoulders with wet kisses, the loud sound of them ringing in my ears.

Slowly, he rocked back and forth, easing his length in and out while murmuring how well I took such a big cock. His pace steadily picked up speed until his hips began smacking into my ass with each thrust. I felt his muscular chest on my shoulders and he abandoned his hold on my hair to reach around and grab my throat instead.

“Wonho,” I cried out, turning my head to see him above me.

Wonho kissed my jaw with affection and held my neck securely, whispering in my ear, “I can’t wait to live in that house with you. I can’t wait to sneak into your room every night.”

“Oh god,” I panted, my mouth watering at the thought.

“You won’t go a day without being sore and feeling what I do to you,” he growled, sliding his free hand beneath me and squeezing my breast. “What do you think about that?”

“I love it,” was the only thing I could manage to say, because it was hopelessly true.

Wonho sank his teeth into the base of my shoulder, bruising the skin until I yelped. “I own this pussy now,” he snarled, turning my head to kiss me on the mouth possessively.

I moaned against his lips as his pelvis picked up speed. He was driving his cock into me now and I struggled against his hold on me as the telltale signs of an orgasm came to my attention.

He raked his hands up and down my sides, occasionally reaching under me to grab my breasts and play with my nipples. When he had his fill of that, his hand traveled to my ass, gripping both cheeks tightly and moving me in tandem with his hips, exposing the sight of my filled pussy to him.

“God damn it,” he huffed, pushing every inch of his thick length into my cunt.

“Don’t stop, I beg you,” I whined like a bitch in heat.

I needed this high. I needed him to fuck all this anger out of me. And truth be told, he was doing a marvelous job.

I couldn’t think about how hurt I was when Wonho was bringing me this much pleasure. For a moment, all I could comprehend was our bodies together, how well we fit. Everything else faded into static. I became only aware of Wonho and what he made me feel.

With another swear word or two, Wonho grabbed both of my hands, lacing his fingers through mine, and used his body to pin me to the seat. He drew back until only the tip of his length remained before forcing back in. My pussy squelched around him and Wonho groaned under his breath at the sound.

“Fuck, I am fucking your brains out,” Wonho said, his voice a full octave lower.

I nodded rapidly and panted, “Harder. Harder, baby.”

“I don’t think this pretty cunt can take much more,” Wonho replied, burrowing his face against my neck. “You’re so goddamn tight.”

“Please, I’m this close,” I begged, flexing my legs around his.

“I’m gonna come in you,” Wonho groaned. “Yes or no?”

For a moment, I paused, pretending to be thinking it over just to frustrate him. When he slowed down, I replied, “Yes, yes, yes. Come in me. I need you.”

“You need me?”

Panicking, I yelled, “Yes.”

“You have me,” he hissed as I clamped down on him. “Now, come for me.”

I keened and arched my back, doing everything I could to give him access to my sweet spot. Swear words tumbled out of my mouth while I squeezed his fingers tangled with my own and flexed my thighs against his between mine.

Parting my lips, I expected to moan at the top of my lungs, but no sound came out. My eyes rolled to some other dimension as my body shivered in pulses. Wonho only sped up, his thrusts growing louder as I became even wetter with the orgasm.

“That’s it,” Wonho murmured, voice trembling against my neck. Suddenly, he sank his teeth into my flesh and bit down, earning a cry from me.

He finally came to a stop, rocking me forward rather roughly as he buried himself inside me as deep as he could. I untangled myself from his hands to brace my palms on the car door, focusing on catching my breath as his cock twitched and emptied his load.

“Fucking hell,” Wonho growled, weighing me down with his body as he shuddered on top of me.

Time passed slowly as we lay there. I didn’t utter a word as I waited for what would happen next. Would this be awkward?

Wonho finally lifted from my back and rested on his hands and knees. Draped on the seat, I turned my head and glanced at him from the corner of my eye.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked gently, reaching down and pushing hair out of my face with the tips of his fingers.

I shook my head and swallowed to wet my dry throat, finally answering, “No.”

Wonho stroked his palm down my naked side, making me bite my lip with arousal at how his skin felt against mine. He reached my hip and pushed down to keep me pinned, withdrawing his softening length from my folds at last.

I hissed when I realized how sore I was from taking his cock, but then I mentally reprimanded myself for how much I liked it.

Wonho suddenly told me he was going to flip me over and before I could protest out of exhaustion, his grip was on my waist, turning me over to my back.

“Let me recover, asshole,” I whined playfully.

Wonho snickered and gazed down at me, raking in the sight of my naked body beneath him. Then, he leaned down and seized my lips in a kiss, dancing his tongue in my mouth.

I moaned with satisfaction at the feel of his soft, pillowy lips and fought the urge to beg for another round.

When Wonho broke away, he smiled and caged my head between his thick arms. “I’m not as angry now,” he joked, eyes scrunching with a laugh.

“Me neither, but I may need a fix tonight,” I mumbled shyly, though I couldn’t imagine why I was shy about asking him for more sex. He was the one who had mentioned it.

“Day or night, baby,” he replied sweetly. “I’ll never turn down a chance to be inside you.”

I simpered, feeling a blush form across my cheeks. Sliding my hands underneath me, I pushed up until I could lean back against the car door, taking a long, steadying breath. Wonho still sat between my bare legs and reached down to grab his pants.

“Ready to get dressed?” he asked quietly.

“Uh, no,” I sighed. “Can’t you tell I’m fucked out?”

“Here,” Wonho said with a chuckle, handing me his shirt. “Put this on and I’ll drive you home. You can stay back here.”

“That’s nice of you.”

I took the button-up shirt from his outstretched hand and pulled it around me, about to start fastening the buttons when Wonho jumped on me, kissing his way up my stomach and between my breasts.

I giggled at the ticklish sensation of the quick trails of his tongue. “What are you doing?”

“God, I wanna take you again,” Wonho growled, sucking a bruise against my collarbone.

“You have my permission,” I breathed, tipping my head back and accidentally smacking my skull on the window.

“Damn it, let me get you home. I don’t want anyone to catch us out here,” Wonho spoke up, shaking his head to come back to his senses. I was impressed he had the strength to be the voice of reason. He buttoned up the shirt to cover me and put on his pants and tank top.

In the backseat, I watched the trees pass us as blurs of green. My eyes blinked tiredly and I wondered if asking Wonho to nap and cuddle with me would be too much. Maybe we would only fuck, nothing more.

“Did you mean it when you said you need me? Or was that the sex talking?” asked Wonho suddenly.

With a shrug, I questioned, “Does it matter?”

Wonho glanced at me in the rearview mirror and told me innocently, “No one has ever needed me before. I liked it.”

“Well, I meant it,” I replied with a comforting smile, realizing this big, strong man was probably a very soft marshmallow at heart. “I think we’ll need each other to get through this.”

Wonho whispered sadly, “Yeah, I don’t have anyone else.”

“Neither do I,” I told him, and our eyes met in the mirror as a silent understanding passed between us.

And there it was. We were two lonely, hurting people and ironically, the thing we hated most had brought us together.

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