#I’m over here getting anxiety over every little thing I put in tags of other ppls posts.... gdi

[cosmal]

TULIPS — send me an character i write for + a scenario or prompt and i’ll write you a blurb! fluff smut or angst!

reader shyly asking steve to be her first boyfriend + steve harrington

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 — 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

summary — you shyly ask steve to be your boyfriend.

warngings/tags — fem!reader, shy!reader, she/her pronouns

wc — 1.1k

Dustin Henderson has never been one for knocking. That's at Steve’s house anyways. Probably Eddie’s too.

“Jesus Christ, Henderson! What if I was naked, huh?” Steve calls, watching as a head of curls speeds past him and over to the living room. Steve puts down the knife he was using to cut his sandwich, picks up half and follows him.

“You weren’t though,” Dustin scoffs.

“Whatever, man.” Steve takes his first bite. It’s mostly bread and lettuce. “Hey, how’d you get here, anyways?”

Dustin turns around and throws an arm over the back of the sofa, feet moving to the coffee table. He’d tell him to put them down if he had any care for his mother’s furniture. “Oh, Y/N picked me up.” 

Steve perks up and swallows his bite of food. The bread is dry as it goes down and he almost chokes. With a fist held to his mouth, he asks, “She didn’t want to come in?”

“Oh shit, yeah. She’s outside waiting for you. I think she wants to talk to you about something.” Dustin says too nonchalantly.

Steve grimaces and smacks his idiot kid friend up the back of his head and his hat falls off, “You idiot. Jesus.”

You and Steve have been on a few dates and he thinks you’re one of the prettiest and nicest girls he’s had the pleasure of being around. He knows you’re shy, he also loves you for it, even though you tell him almost every day that he makes it worse. 

“You make me so nervous, sometimes.” You’d told him once.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“I’m not sure yet.”

Steve had laughed and you had blushed. 

Steve and his half sandwich make their way to the front door, an apology at the front of his mouth already. He swings it open to find you leaning on the wall on his landing, looking pretty as ever and not upset at all.

He thinks he can hear you mumbling to yourself and you startle when you finally notice his presence. You look up at his face and look down even quicker. He can sense your nervousness from here.

“I’m really sorry about him. You could’ve come in if you wanted.” Steve apologises, moving to stand on the mat right before you. He’s told you a few times you could come over whenever you wanted to. Don’t even worry about knocking. You never have though, always knocking and waiting for him to answer the door for you. He knows you’re a bit too shy to just let yourself into someone’s house.

“It’s okay.” Your hand comes up to push the hair away from where it’s covering your eyes and your bangles clink, “Was enjoying the fresh air.” Steve thinks you would’ve just left if Dustin had actually forgotten to tell him you were out here.

He watches where your thumb spins the ring on your pointer and your other hand toys with the hem of your skirt. He hates himself for it, truly, when you lift it a little high and catches a slip of your soft thighs above your knee highs. He hates it even more because he's perving and you seem nervous. More nervous than usual.

“You alright, sweetheart?” he asks softly, reaching a hand out to run the back of it over the hinge of your elbow.

“Yeah. Yeah.” You smile weakly and Steve frowns.

“Dustin told me you had to ask me something?’

You blink slowly and shake your head, “Yeah, sorry. Right- uh,” you stammer, pushing yourself off the wall but you don’t really get any closer to Steve.

Steve can sense your anxiety. “Hey, it’s okay. Take your time,” he encourages softly. As soft as he can manage without sounding condescending. It seems to work when you finally chance a look up at his face.

You smile and he nods. Hair flopping over his brow.

“Do you…” you laugh nervously like you’re shocked. 

He takes your hand in his and he’s really not surprised to find it’s a little clammy. He gives it a reassuring squeeze.

“I’m sorry, this seemed so much easier on the car trip over here.” you giggle, “Dustin’s a really good hype man.”

“Don’t tell him you said that,” Steve laughs, “Do you want to go inside, maybe?”

You shake your head vehemently, “No, it’s- I can do it.”

“Yeah,”

Steve thinks he knows what you’re about to ask and also thinks he should just do it for you. But you seem genuinely determined to do it yourself, so he allows you as much time as you need. Not that he’d ever be impatient with you anyway.

You swallow hard and your gaze floats back to where the rubber of your show scuffs along the ground, “Do you want to be my boyfriend?’’ you sigh like you’re relieved.

Steve smiles so damn hard his cheeks ache and his eyes squint. “Yeah.”

You look up at him with bright eyes like a deer and Steve’s breath catches. You’re beautiful. “Yeah?” you echo almost like you’re confused.

“Shit yeah, baby.” He grins and you mirror his face almost immediately. Smiling like a lovesick fool. 

You rock back and forth on the balls of your feet all giddy and happy. “Oh my god,” you breathe.

Steve leans forward to wrap his arms under yours and around your back, pulling you close until your chest presses into his. Your face grows warm and you lean up on your tiptoes. He kisses your forehead, all chaste and quick, “Of course I’ll be your boyfriend, baby.”

“Baby,” you repeat under your breath, “You’ve never called me that before.”

“Well, you’re my girlfriend now, I think I’ve gotta call you that.” 

You giggle. This time Steve leans down again he kisses you on the lips. It’s not the first time he has, but you still gasp into his mouth. It starts off unsure, your lips slow and gentle and you let out the prettiest little noise under your breath like a hiccup.

Steve pulls away quickly and chuckles when you chase his mouth, “Wait,’’ he stops, pecking your nose quickly, “Am I your first boyfriend?” 

You hum a yes.

“How lucky am I?” he chuckles.

“You better live up to expectations.”

“I’ll exceed all expectations. I’ll be the best boyfriend on the planet.”

You don’t doubt him one bit.

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[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

Sweet Nothing | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Back at it again with another Taylor Swift inspired fic because I'm mentally ill, babes :)

Warnings: some anxiety

"They said the end is coming. Everyone's up to something. I find myself running home to your Sweet nothings. Outside they're push and shoving. You're in the kitchen humming. All that you ever wanted from me was Sweet nothing."

Bucky stood in the doorway, silently watching you. He loved to observe, to drink you in without you knowing. He liked seeing how you lived in moments when you thought you were alone, without your self-conscious tendencies or insecurities.

These quiet moments belonged to him- only him. And he never took them for granted. He committed to memory everything about you, every small detail he could catch. 

He loved knowing that, somehow, the two of you crossed paths. You found each other despite all the nightmares. And he could never put into words how grateful he was to have you in his life. Even when he was away, just knowing that you lived in the same timeline eased his anxiety.

But after watching you for a while, he couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t resist holding you. He wrapped his strong arms around you from behind and pulled you flush to his chest. His stubbled chin rested on your shoulder as his lips found your neck.

“Good morning, doll.” His voice was low, gravelly from sleep. “Whatcha got goin’ on here?”

You reached up and tangled your fingers in Bucky’s hair, eliciting a quiet sigh from his chest. “And good morning to you, Sarge. I thought I’d make us some French toast.” 

Bucky’s “mmmmmm” vibrated against your back. “You didn’t have to do that.”

A quick spin brought you face to face with him. He always looked so cute in the morning, with his tired eyes and disheveled hair.

“You’re finally home, babe. I wanted to make you your favorite breakfast.” His dog tags clinked as you toyed with them for the first time since his return. 

“Well, that’s very sweet of you,” Bucky said, dotting a kiss to your forehead. “Let me help,” he dropped a kiss to your nose. “Put me to work, sweetheart,” finally, his lips met yours. 

“No, you don’t have to do anything-”

“But I want to!” Bucky’s hands made quick work of your sides, tickling you mercilessly. “Let me help, let me help, let me help!”

“Okay, okay!” you breathed, “you can help!” It took several moments for your laughter to cease and your breath to return; Bucky knew exactly how to get to you. “I’m putting you on bacon and fruit.”

He followed your orders and quickly got to work cutting up strawberries and cooking bacon. These were the moments Bucky missed most. He missed the safety, the domesticity, the peace you brought. An unstoppable smile forced his lips upward as he listened to you talk about your dreams from the previous night and the latest update on your work drama. 

It wasn’t flashy or exciting, but it was warm. Comfortable. And while others may have been bored with such a menial task, Bucky reveled in it. He never thought he’d experience the quiet things, the soft things. But now that he had, he couldn't get enough. He wanted to fold laundry with you. Grocery shop. Cook dinner. All the normal things he'd been without for years.

And cutting up strawberries for his favorite person to put on her French toast made him happier than he ever thought possible.

With breakfast finished and the kitchen clean, you gave Bucky an expectant look. 

“Yes?” He pressed his lips to yours, tasting syrup and strawberries. “Can I help you with something?”

“I’m just wondering what you wanna do today!” you told him. “You pick. We can do whatever you want.”

Bucky’s jaw tensed. It was so quick that you almost missed it, but you’d gotten good and picking up his miniscule indicators of stress. “Oh, I hadn’t… I hadn’t really thought about, sweetheart,” he lied. “Give me a little time to mull it over?”

“Of course, babe. No rush.” You planted a quick, syrup-flavored peck to his lips, “I’m gonna go jump in the shower, you think it over and let me know.”

Bucky remained in the kitchen, conflicted. He knew what he wanted to do, how he wanted to spend the day. But he feared you wouldn’t like his plan. He knew you wanted to do something fun, like ice skating or axe throwing. But Bucky’s idea was simpler, more understated. And the last thing he wanted was to let you down.

When you emerged from the shower, you threw another expectant look his way. “So, what’s the verdict, Buck?”

You were ready to do whatever he wanted- no matter what. He’d been gone for just over a week, and letting him pick the entire day’s itinerary was only fair. There were things he missed out on while he way away. Things he didn’t get to do, things he wanted to do with you. And so, if he wanted to spend the day bar hopping or strolling through the farmer’s market, you’d happily oblige.

More than anything, though, you wanted to do absolutely nothing. You wanted to melt into the couch with Bucky’s body wrapped around yours. You wanted to listen to his heartbeat, play with his hair, hold his head against your chest. The safe, quiet world inside the apartment you shared was your favorite place to be. It gave you a sense of comfort and warmth you’d never experienced before. And you wanted to spend every second in the oasis you'd created together.

Sure, going to the movies or the museum was always fun- everything you did with Bucky was fun. You could’ve spent hours watching paint dry with him and it would probably make the list of your top ten favorite days. Time with him passed quickly. Easily. 

But keeping him all to yourself, holed up in your cozy apartment was your favorite way to spend the day. Just the two of you, reveling in the other’s presence. His safe return was all you ever hoped for. And now that he was home, you needed some quiet time with him. You needed to feel him next to you- no distractions, no disturbances- to assure you that he was really back. That he really returned to you in one piece. 

And maybe it was selfish that you wanted to keep him from the outside world. But it was the only thing that could ease your mind after he spent a long mission away. 

It wasn’t fair, though. You knew he was more than just your boyfriend. He surely wanted to spend the day catching up on what he missed while away. There was an exhibit at the Met you knew he was interested in; his favorite author had released a new book just yesterday. There was a whole world outside your apartment- no matter how hard you tried to deny it. And so, you resigned to keep your desires to yourself. Even if you didn’t feel like taking a trip to the pier or the library or the arcade. Because, truthfully, you would’ve been more than happy do anything Bucky wanted- as long as you got to do it with him.

Bucky shifted his weight and brought a hand up to his dog tags- a nervous habit you’d come to know. “Would you…” he sighed, “would you be disappointed if I said I didn’t wanna do anything today?”

You cocked your head to the side, “what?”

Shame bloomed in Bucky’s chest. It pushed through the muscle and bone and rooted itself just beneath his skin- he almost feared you could see it. “I know I just got back, and there’s probably things you want us to do together. But I’d rather just spend the day at home… if that’s okay.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded. “Or…” he found himself backpedaling, regretting his words. “We can still go out and do something- just a little later? We can compromise; I don’t want you to be bored. I just want some time together- some time for us. Just us. I want you all to myself for a while… if you don’t mind.”

You took his hand from his dog tags and encapsuled it with your own. You wished he wasn’t so nervous about expressing himself. You wished he was more comfortable speaking his mind. But he saw his presence in your life as an interruption, a nuisance, a tumor. He wondered when you’d excise him.

Society kept him on thin ice, no matter how many times he redeemed himself. And though he knew you loved him; he was scared of messing up the life you shared. He feared the ice beneath him would crack. And without you, he’d drown in the freezing water. 

“You don’t want to do anything?” you asked, “you just wanna stay here?”

He gave another nod, his eyes downcast.

A massive smile spread across your face as you melted into his body. “I was secretly hoping you’d wanna stay in.”

Bucky reach down and hooked a finger under your chin, tilting your face toward his. “You were?”

“Yeah, I mean, I always have a good time with you- no matter what we’re doing.” You thought back on all the things you’d experience together, the trips and the museum visits and the concerts. “But- I don’t know, I just like doing nothing with you. I like when it’s just us and we hang out at home, you know?”

Bucky wasn’t sure he heard you right. “Really? I thought that…” he rolled his eyes at his own assumption. Of course, he'd expect the worst. And of course, he was wrong. “I thought I was kind of... I don't know, anchoring you here. Dragging you down with all my excuses to stay home. I’ve been worried that I was boring you.”

The words made your heart crack. They nearly pushed you off balance, forcing you to take a step back and steady yourself. “You thought… you thought I was bored?”

“Yeah, I mean, you’re dating a ‘superhero’- or whatever…” he cringed at the word, knowing that ‘hero’ didn’t apply to him. “I’ve been thinking that… that maybe you had this grand idea in your head of what a relationship with me- with an Avenger- would look like, you know? Stark galas, me saving the world, exciting things happening every day.” A deep sigh left his chest as his hand once again found his dog tags. “And I think we both know that my life isn’t nearly that cool or interesting. It’s mostly just PTSD and people harassing me on the subway.”

“Bucky, baby, I’m not bored-”

“Are you sure?” The doubt in his eyes cut you to the bone. 

“Yes. Oh my god- I only suggested that we go do something because I didn’t want you to be bored."

"I'm not bored, I could never be bored- not with you." The words came quick and firm, like he thought he could stem your leaking anxiety with his assurances. "I'd just so rather be here. With you- just you. And going out always ends up making me feel like shit anyway, so..." At least twice during every outing, Bucky dealt with hecklers. Harassers. They called him names and threw things at him. Screamed and ran when he came near. He'd had the cops called on him more times than he could count.

"Buck, I’m a homebody, babe- I always have been. I just didn’t wanna tell you because I thought you wanted to go do stuff. Honestly," you laughed, "I fucking love doing nothing.”

Bucky pulled you to his chest where you belonged. The unfounded fears he held bout your relationship never came to fruition. He knew they were inaccurate and misguided. But he couldn’t stop himself from believing them.

“And hey, I didn’t start dating you because you’re an Avenger- I was never looking for high speed car chases or you fighting maniacal supervillains in our living room,” you said. “I just wanna be with you. Plain and simple.”

Bucky knew you were telling the truth- but how long could this last? How much time did he have with you before you grew tired of this life with him? How long would he be enough? He didn’t have anything to offer you- not money or social capital. You were simply worth more than Bucky.

In almost record time, he found himself spiraling with no chance of return.

But, as though you’d read his mind, you saved him from the rabbit hole. “I don’t want anything from you- no galas or photo shoots. I just want to be with you. I want you. You’re enough- more than enough.”

“But, doll-”

You held up a hand silencing him. “What do you want from me?”

He stared at you, confused. “I don’t… what do you mean?”

“What are you hoping to get out of this? By being in a relationship with me, what are you trying to gain?” 

“Nothing…” he said, his voice soft yet firm. “I love you- I just want to be with you.”

“Exactly!” You tugged him into the living room and pulled him down onto the couch, demanding that his body rest atop yours. “This is all I want from you. I just want time, closeness. That’s all- that’s all I’ll ever ask of you.”

Bucky’s muscles slackened as the feeling of your touch washed over him. He breathed easier, felt his heart rate slow. His chin rested in the crook of your neck, his stubble scratching at your skin. “This is what I want from you, doll. All I’ll ever want.”

“Good,” you gave a contented sigh. “And let me tell ya, now that the truth is on the table and we’re gonna be staying in more often… we’re gonna save so much money.”

“Money we can use for take-out!” Bucky said. “I know we ate breakfast like half an hour ago but the anxiety burned off all my French toast. So, I’m gonna need to order some lunch soon.” He pressed a line of kisses to your neck before hopping up from the couch in search of the stash of take-out menus.

This was where you wanted to be. Apartment 381 on Bleeker Street. Complete with its warped floors and painted-shut windows. It wasn’t perfect by any means, but it was home. This was where Bucky told you he loved you for the first time. Where you cooked him recipes from your childhood. Where he almost burned down the building because he didn’t know how to use an air fryer. 

The small space with its water damage and metric ton of take-out menus was better any high-profile event or fancy gala. It was your home- the home you shared with Bucky. And that’s all you ever wanted.

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[bitchlessdino]

Hii! I really wanted to request a Minghao fic. (Gn!reader) Where he thought at first that the reader was mean and rude so they slowly became kind of enemies only to find out after that they just have anxiety and didn’t mean to give off that impression.

Sexual tension to the next level. Not really smut but suggestive? Just steamy make out session. (Am I giving too many details? I also have some prompts but you don’t have to use them)

"You're so cute when you're nervous."

"You don't have to be so shy around me, you

know?"

Thank you 🪷

Pairing: gn!reader x photography major!minghao

Genre: suggestive, fluff

Word count: 1.7k

Tags: anxious reader, mentions of anxiety, making out, suggestive content

author note: i seriously need to write more hao, i found this request so cute and fun to write

Minghao got along with the people he got along with and the ones he didn’t he wouldn’t. It was simple as that and for that reason, he didn’t like you. Why was it that every time he entered a room with you inside, you’d either leave the room or make an effort to stay as far away from him as possible? And it’s not to say Minghao did not try to get along with you, you just would simply not reciprocate.

Yet here you both were locked in a room together against your will.

He sat on top of a desk available, seeing you seated on the floor as far away from him as possible after having knocked on the door with no sign of people on the other side. Your legs to your chest, head to your knees, you internally panic to yourself about being stuck in such a situation. You’d frantically glance over at him, still seeing that he’s staring down at you, almost eerily.

Both of you made plans to visit the photography club coincidently, only to realize how flimsy the door was from the inside. After relentless knocking, knowing how late it is and how likely anyone else was around, there was no one to answer or save either of you from the other side.

“Might as well get comfortable. We’ll be here a while.”

You nod back at him, turning your head away from the side, away from him. His eyes narrow at you, wrinkling his brows, thinking to himself even in this situation you manage to make minimal contact with him. The silence lingers for as long as half an hour and you both are starting to feel hope is lost. Minghao bored out of his mind decides to interrupt the peace.

“While I have you here, what’s your deal with me?”

You blink up at him cautiously, no words leaving your mouth. Confusion was the only thing, besides your severe anxiety that is, on your mind. 

“If you have beef with me just say that. It’s annoying to talk to a brick wall.”

You clear your throat, your thudding on your chest, mustering the courage to speak with him. “I-I don’t.”

“Oh yeah,” he prods, “then why do you avoid me? Do you just not like me?”

You rapidly blink at him, tugging against the hem of your shirt. “N-no, I’m…I don’t…I’m sorry.”

He hums at your response, glad it’s heading at least somewhere. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

You shake your head, hair in your face. “I’m just…that’s not it. I’m sorry.”

Minghao shut his eyes in frustration, thinking about how you’re starting to sound like a broken record. “Please stop apologizing and tell me what’s wrong. I don’t get it.”

“I…not good with talking.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Your silence lingers, twiddling your fingers, thinking you’ve explained it as well as you could, but apparently not. Expressing yourself has never been easy for you. Being someone who could connect with someone else interpersonally would admittedly take a lot of effort considering how to react actively in flight mode. You appreciated Minghao putting in that effort, It bothers you how you still have to elaborate.

“…It’s hard. I’m trying my best.”

“Are you?”

“I think...I hoped so.”

He chuckles a little bit, appreciative of your vulnerability. “Can I be honest with you?”

You peer at him, staring at him before reluctantly nodding. 

“I thought you didn’t like me.”

There’s a slight panic in your eyes as you abruptly deny his assumption. “Not at all. In fact, I respect you a lot!”

Minghao is intimidating but that didn’t make him unlikable. On the contrary, you commend his talents and efforts, seeing his work being showcased in every exhibit the university held. Every piece of his brought something special to every show. 

And if not for his art, he made everyone around him feel uplifted and involved. He’d occasionally offer mentorships or advice, all while still committing to his work. Outside of his school circle, he’s proven himself to be a good friend, there were always smiles around him. He came off much like a jack of all trades: artistically skilled, conversely witty, and unrealistically attractive. You thought no different.

A sense of pride seeps out of him when he hears how you feel. “That’s interesting. I didn’t know that. Tell me why.”

You take a beat, worrying Minghao if he pushed you into a corner again until you finally speak up. “Am I being interviewed now?”

Minghao covers his mouth laughing, slightly taken aback by your joke. “No, but can I sit next to you?”

“…Sure.”

He slides off the desk and sits on the floor next to you, inches apart. You could catch his side profile in an intimate position, trying to catch your breath while at the same time trying to steady your heart rate.

“Soo…you respect me.” He turns his head to get a clear view of you.

He notices your closed-off body language, taking into consideration that intimate talks like these weren’t a normal occurrence for you. You hide behind your hair or look in your lap, all while keeping that small voice of yours. He was realizing he was wrong about a lot of what he thought of you but is glad you’re willing to open up to him now.

You slowly nod, still not meeting his eyes. “As an artist. I do like your…work.”

“That’s very encouraging, I’m flattered.”

“I’m sure you’ve heard that before.”

He shrugs, not denying it. “Yeah, but I didn’t expect it from you. I thought you didn’t like me, remember…and maybe also because I respect you.”

He surprises, giving you the courage to see his soft expression  “M-me? Why?”

“What do you mean why? You’re a great photographer.”

“But you’re better.”

Minghao slowly feels you getting more comfortable with him, allowing an expanding sense of pride. Both of you taking many of the common classes due to being in the same college major, you noticed each other's work and seem to have learned from each other because of it. There’s this animated way you speak when it came up to your passion, making him feel fortunate enough that it matched up with his. 

Minghao confesses how he admires how you capture the expression and life of people on camera, meanwhile, you admire how he brings attention to details others would see from a big picture. You both agree how different your styles may be, there's always something one would desire to emulate from the other. That night, your eyes opened up to his view, feeling as if you’ve gotten to know the Minghao past what everyone else already knows.

“I should take you to one of my shoots sometimes, I could teach you if you want.” he offers, subtle scooting closer to you as you converse.

“That would be fun.”

“Yeah, and maybe you can be in front of the camera for once.”

You scoff, your boots swinging timidly from your feet. “Oh, I don't know about that.”

“Why not,” His shoulder knocks against yours, “I think I could get you a nice portrait or candids.”

You crinkle your nose. “I’d be so tense under a lense. It’s so much easier to be behind the camera.”

“I’ll be there to help you. I want everyone to see the beauty I see.”

You could feel the mood shift. His words had not only changed the tension but how his eyes fixated on you made you nervous, more than it usually does. His lips parts in interest, anticipating an answer. You exhale through your nose, almost trying to relieve yourself, and start to tap the surface of your thighs. “Then okay. Let’s do that next time.”

You could tell he was smiling despite you facing away from him. “Cool. Also, you don’t have to be shy around me, you know. You can look me in the eye, I won’t bite if you do.”

“I can’t really help it.” You chuckle quietly. “You look at me funny.”

“Like how?”

Your eyes are shifty, heart pounding probably loud enough for him to hear. “I don’t know. Like you want to kiss me?”

You took a shot in the dark.

“I do want to kiss you.”

Minghao fired back.

You gulp, feeling the warmth of expectancy in your body spread all over. You look to blink back at him only to glow flustered under his soft gaze. You could get lost in his eyes for hours, days even. In a dreamlike state, you anxiously ask for confirmation. “Are you being serious?”

He draws his head closer to yours, enough to see your face entirely and a longing expression to appear. “Are you giving me permission?”

“…yes.” You whisper.

“Then, yes.”

He reaches over to grab your hand and pulls your weight to meet his plump lips, gently adjusting to their groove. He presses more pressure, his tongue licking the surface of your bottom lip, leading you to give him access inside. Time is flying by and your defense slowly comes down. Your face relaxes, only focused on Minghao and he’s only focused on you, forgetting momentarily the position you’re in.

You get accustomed to his touch, growing bold enough to lace your fingers through his fingers. You feel him sigh against your lips, utilizing his other arm to pull you closer to your waist, and in turn, you gasp. You pull away from him briefly to find that sly grin on his face as he let out a giggle. “Are you getting shy on me again?”

You gave him a subtle nod.

“That’s okay. You’re so cute when you’re nervous.”

“S-stop,” you lightly shove him, but he embraces you closer, his laughter flooding your ears and his nose tickling the tip of yours.

He gazes into your eyes intently. “I mean it.”

You feel as if you would melt. As if you couldn’t like him any more than you already do he manages to prove you wrong. You reconnected with his lips, kissing him much more confidently than before. Your hand is placed against the back of his neck, feeling how languidly he moves against you and naturally you pull him towards you to have him toppled over you. 

Minghao is the one flustered for the first time tonight, staring down at you in astonishment. “Well. I guess we know how to kill time while we’re here. I’m glad it's with you.”

#xu minghao fluff #minghao #xu minghao #minghao fluff #seventeen fluff #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt imagines #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #minghao x reader #xu minghao fanfic #xu minghao x reader

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Tag Game Wednesday 🤟

Tagged by these lovely humans who have not given up on me, even though I have suuuucked at playing games with y’all. Thank you @heymacy @mybrainismelted @darlingian @creepkinginc @suzy-queued @energievie @guinguin1984

Special thanks to @deedala for enriching my little paddock 🦙

THIS OR THAT - The rules are simple: two things, you must choose one.

iced coffee or hot coffee?

I don’t drink coffee and hate the flavour so… iced, as taste buds work less well at colder temperatures 🧊

iced tea or hot tea?

Hot, please 🫖

lemonade or sweet tea?

Lemonade. Sweet tea dries my mouth out

minty gum or fruity gum?

Mint. Always freaks me out when I accidentally put fruit gum in my mouth lol

pasta or potatoes?

Pasta. There some potato things that I LOVE, but others I’m meh about. Whereas ALL PASTA IS GOOD PASTA.

olives or pickles?

Pickles 😋

rice or bread?

Bread!! I love risotto, but otherwise rice is meh.

cookies or brownies?

🤤 I want them both, but Chani was 100% correct. Homemade cookies are amazing!!! But shop bought cookies are sometimes incredibly meh, whereas even a meh brownie is pretty fucking good!! So I choose brownies!

hand written reminders or phone reminders?

Phone reminders. My phone calendar, alarms, and notes section literally runs my life. Sometimes there’s a phone reminder telling me to write hand written reminder… lol

pull-over hoodie or zippy hoodie?

Zipper Superiority 🤟

jeans or sweatpants?

Sweatpants. Not worn jeans since 2019 lol

flip-flops/thongs or slides?

Neither, as I need arch support, but… the flip flop strap between my toes makes me want to claw my eyes out so… slides?

paperback book or ebook?

Paperback book. I always read with a pen in my hand to underline things and write comments in the margins. Can’t do that in an e-reader.

enemies to lovers or fwb to lovers?

Enemies to Lovers my beloved!!

only one bed or fake dating?

Fake Dating pines so good!!! Also agreeing to be handsy and snuggly for show, while desperately trying to act unaffected? BARK BARK

hurt/comfort or whump?

Good Whump is the bee’s knees, but sadly just as hard to find. @sam-loves-seb whumped the hell out of last October, but Whump of that quality is hard to come by, so for pure availability I have to choose H/C

mutual pining or amnesia?

Amnesia, baby!

cannon compliant or alternate universe?

AU, because the sky is the limit!!

soulmate au or sports au?

Sports AU love of my life!!! ⚽️🏀🏈⚾️🥎🎾

celebrity au or coffeeshop au?

Coffee shop every single time. You know how sometimes you enter a new fandom and you go looking and there… just… aren’t any coffee shop AUs? Wtf is up with that?!? They are a staple and what fandom is built on, surely!

one-shot or longfic?

I love long fic but I also have commitment phobia and a lot of anxiety over “wasting” time reading fic when I could be being productive, so… one-shots are nice! And a good one-shot packs a punch like no other!!

AND FINALLY....😈

milkovich or gallagher?

Let’s just be honest here… the Milkoviches would scare the everliving daylights out of me in real life, and if anyone I knew dated one I would do everything in my power to break up that relationship, without getting shivved. So… Gallagher lol.

That was fun!!

I would like to tag @vintagelacerosette @too-schoolforcool @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx @mickeysgaymom @ian-galagher @lupeloto @crossmydna @rereadanon @the-rat-wins @tsuga-of-mars @crestfallercanyon @ohkate @palepinkgoat @thepupperino @captainjowl @francesrose3 @iandarling @mikhailoisbaby

#tag game Wednesday #tag game #Mys stuff #tag you’re it

[andreafmn]

Swinging By | Peter Parker

Word Count: 2.5K Pairing: Peter Parker [Earth 199999] x Female!Reader Requested: Yes [@spideysbaby: "Maybe a spiderman (tom) sneaking in your room thinking it's his sense your his neighbor"] A/N: Hope I did the request justice... even if I did post it really late 😬😬 My content will always be free, but if you’re feeling particularly generous, you can leave a tip on any of my posts to support me and my love of writing or buy me a coffeeTikTok • Instagram • Business | MASTERLIST If you’d like to be tagged in any other story: click here Make sure you have my notifications on so you know every time I post!

Swinging By | Peter Parker One Shot

Being Spiderman was hard work. 

Being Spiderman as a teenager that was still in high school was even harder. 

And Peter Parker was tired. More like exhausted. 

Of course, he enjoyed the role of superhero and getting to save people —he’d never take for granted having been bit by that radioactive spider. Still, he couldn’t help the fatigue that ransacked his body after every long day that passed. 

He wished it was easier. That he had an endless supply of energy he could distribute whichever way he saw fit. He would have enough for his friends, for Aunt May, the city of New York… maybe even for (Y/N), his downstairs neighbor, and the girl that filled his mind every hour of the day. 

He had seen her around the building. The very first time, she quickly caught his eye. It was the day her family had moved in. Peter had been too shy to say hi. He watched as the three of them walked in and out of the building with boxes in their hands, following the movers up and down the stairs.  

Peter had wanted to help them. But for some reason, his limbs had gone numb and he couldn’t bring himself to approach them. Any of them. He simply watched as they moved back and forth in the building until they disappeared into their new home. It was clear that he had missed his chance to introduce himself to the girl that was wearing a sweater from the New York Hall of Science. 

But May was always one step ahead and she had seen the longing stares her nephew would give to the girl every time she walked by. The boy had everything going for him. All he needed was a little push. And who better than his aunt to give it to him? 

May had made a batch of “homemade” cookies –which meant she had bought premade dough and followed the instructions– for the new neighbors. Conveniently, she had to run out to the office on a saturday morning and couldn’t drop them off, leaving Peter to take care of the task. 

“But, can’t you just leave it at their door with a note?” Peter whined as he felt anxiety bubbling in his body. “I’m sure they’ll appreciate it regardless.” 

“Oh, come on, Peter,” she chuckled as she struggled to put on her heels. “You swing from building to building and face aliens and magicians and criminals every day. I don’t think handing your neighbors a plate of cookies could compare.” 

“But…”

“Peter, I just need you to do this one thing for me, please,” she smiled sweetly. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“Alright, fine,” the boy finally resigned. “See you tonight.” 

“Thank you, sweetie,” May called as she left through the door. “See you tonight.” 

Peter had stared intently at the seran-wrapped plate in his hands, hoping he had developed teleportation powers in his sleep. He could already feel the knot of anxiety pushing against the walls of his throat, constricting sounds and air back. He couldn’t face her, not without making a fool of himself —something he could be sure of without his spidey senses. 

He had decided to take the stairs, walking slower than humanly possible. But he wanted the time to build his confidence. He had been the Spider-Man for a little over eight months but he had met his match in the form of a girl his own age. 

Before he had known, he had reached apartment 2F. The door was mocking him, teasing his cowardice and  nervousness. All he had to do was raise his fist and knock on the door. 

“Get it together, Parker,” he spoke to himself in a hushed tone. “Just knock. All you have to do is knock on the door, leave the cookies, and go, nothing more. Just get it together. She might not even be there. It could just be her parents. Why are you so scared? It could just be her…”

“Can I help you?” A honey-laced voice broke him out of his trance as the door in front of him swung open. Her smile was as sweet as her voice and seeing her in passing did not compare to perusing her face at that moment. “You’re our upstairs neighbor; right?” 

“Uh, uh,” he stammered as his train of thought broke. “Yes. Neighbor. Me.”

“Yes. Neighbor. You,” she chuckled. “I’ve seen you around. Sorry I haven’t had a chance to introduce myself. I’m (Y/N).”

“Pretty,” he sighed contentedly. But as soon as he noticed the words that had left his mouth, his whole face had gone red. “I mean, your name is pretty. Not that you’re not pretty, but I was talking about your name.”

“I figured,” she smiled warmly. “And yours is?”

“Oh, it’s Peter. Parker. Peter Parker.”

“Well, Peter Parker, may I ask why you were rambling in our Ring camera for a minute or two?” (Y/N) questions kindly. “Not that I’d mind seeing a cute guy talking to himself at my front door.”

If it had been possible for his face to grow redder, it had. He was sure he had turned the same shade as a tomato. “Yes, cookies,” he scrambled for his answer. His hand extended quickly, showing her that he wasn’t some creep at her door. He had brought a treat. “My aunt baked them to welcome you and your family to the building.”

“That’s so nice of you,” she beamed. “And normally I’d invite you in and share them with you, but we’re actually on our way out.”

“Oh, of course. I wouldn’t want to impose either way/”  

“You could never, Peter Parker,”  she had smiled brightly at him. “But you should definitely come over soon. Might be some cookies left. Or I could make some brownies and send them your way.”  

“I love brownies!” Peter answered enthusiastically. “And I might just take you up on your offer someday soon.”  

“You better,” she had responded teasingly. “I’ll see you around the building then, Peter.”  

“See you around, (Y/N).”  

Seeing her around had turned into almost every other afternoon. And the building had turned into seeing her almost everywhere, including Midtown School of Science and Technology. Any free time he could find all he wanted was to spend it with (Y/N) – even if everything in his life was against it. The more he wanted to see her, the more the universe seemed to throw obstacles his way. A spike in criminality, another school project, Tony Stark calling him to the Avengers tower, everything that kept him from spending more time with her. 

And everything had made him more and more tired. 

For almost a month straight of coming home late at night, almost blind from exhaustion. His body had gone into auto-pilot. He would sneak into his room through his window, slip off his mask, and crash onto his bed to get at least three to four hours of sleep before he had to be up once more to do it all again. Peter could have made it into his bedroom with his eyes closed.  

Something he shouldn’t have attempted to do even if he could.

It had been a rather debilitating night. He could feel the warmth of blood pooling on his forehead, his muscles were tight and sore, his leg was throbbing, and all he wanted to do was sink into his bed and pass out for a week. 

Peter climbed the fire escape slowly, his eyes closed as he counted in his head the three flights of stairs that would lead him to his bedroom. His window gave him more trouble than normal, getting stuck halfway, something it had never done before. And when he slipped into his bedroom, he found it was darker than usual. But, all he wanted to do was sleep. Just sleep. 

He slipped off his mask, wincing as the fabric stuck slightly to the cut on his face. Once the cover-up was off, he finally took in the room he was in. Quickly enough, he noted it was not his. Where his bunk beds would be, rested a full bed with black and gold bedding. The desk that would normally be covered with figurines and papers was replaced by a neatly organized surface. And he definitely would have remembered hanging vines and string lights on his wall.

“Uh, Peter?” His eyes went as big as saucers as he figured whose room he was actually standing in. “What the hell?”  

The boy turned around quickly, feeling a sense of deja vu from when his aunt had found out his secret identity. He did his best to shield his suit, putting his brain into overdrive to come up with a plausible excuse for standing in the middle of her room dressed like New York’s one and only Spiderman. 

“I, uh,” he stammered. “I can explain.” 

“Peter, you’re hurt,” she gasped as she turned on the lights in her room. “Sit. I’ll get the first aid kit.” 

Peter was dumbfounded. He was expecting her to freak out like Ned, or curse at him like aunt May. Instead, (Y/N) seemed far more worried about the cuts on his face than the fact that he was a secret superhero. 

He took a seat on her desk chair, placing a discarded towel he’d found in her laundry basket, too afraid of staining her furniture. As he waited for her to come back, his eyes studied her room. His gaze fell upon a bundle of pined pictures on her wall, specifically on a picture from the month before. 

They had spontaneously decided one afternoon to go to Central Park with Ned and MJ. They had walked, they had laughed, they had eaten ice cream, and, unbeknownst to him, MJ had snapped a picture of them as (Y/N) cleaned a drip of strawberry ice cream from his chin. But what stood out to him was the way her eyes shined as she looked at him. It was a gaze he had never noticed before on her. 

“Got it,” she breathed as she came back into the room. “I just hope it’s enough. It doesn’t look that deep.” 

(Y/N) settled before him, quickly going to work on cleaning his face. She poured alcohol onto a cotton pad, using the softest touch to not hurt him more than he already was. Her concentration zoned in on every cut, making sure not a single one was left behind. 

Peter couldn’t help but memorize her face. The way her tongue peaked out slightly from her lips, the small furrow of her brows, and the little scrunch of her nose. He could have stared at her for the rest of time and he would have been okay with that. 

“Alright,” she sighed. “All done. Is there any other wound concealed in this onesie?” 

“Oh, uh, I don’t think so,” he chuckled. “My body might just be insanely bruised.” 

“Do you need some ice?” (Y/N) worriedly asked. “Might not have enough for your whole body but I have enough for the most important areas.” 

“I’m okay,” he smiled. Peter stared curiously at her. They had spent over twenty minutes together and she had yet to mention the biggest elephant in the room –she didn’t give any indication that she would do so. “(Y/N), why, uh, why aren't you freaking out?” 

“I did. There was visible blood on your face but it’s gone now.” 

“No, (Y/N). I’m talking about the whole Spiderman thing,” he pointed. “You’ve barely reacted to the fact that I’m standing before you, dressed as Spiderman, with wounds on my face.” 

(Y/N) did something that he had not expected. She laughed. “I’ve known for a while now, Peter,” she said. “You might be quiet and sneaky when you’re out catching bad guys and saving the world, but you leave all your stealthiness in the street. Once you’re home, you tend to make a lot of noise. I saw you one time when I couldn’t sleep. I had been staring out my window trying to find anything to tire my eyes when I saw a flash of red and blue land on the fire escape. Don’t think Spiderman would have too much business with you, so I just assumed.” 

“So you saw me… as Spiderman?” Peter confirmed. “And you didn’t say anything.” 

“I didn't feel like it was my place,” she shrugged. “I wanted to wait until you trusted me enough to tell me.” 

“I do trust you,” he whispered, afraid that she would take his secrecy incorrectly. “I just… I just wanted to keep you separate from all of this. I don’t know what I would do if I put you in danger. I care about you, (Y/N).” 

“Oh,” she smiled before she noted the underlying sentiment behind Peter’s brown eyes. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” he chuckled. Peter then tested the waters, standing from the chair and getting closer to her. “I’ve wanted to get closer to you whilst keeping you at arm’s length in order to protect you because I know just how dangerous it is to even be associated with me. All I’ve wanted is to keep you safe.”       

“Is it corny to say I can keep myself safe?” (Y/N) chuckled, taking his hands in hers. “I know it’s crazy but anything is worth it if I can… get closer to you.” 

“I would never let anything happen to you,” he whispered. “Even if I had to sleep outside your window every night.”

(Y/N) chuckled softly, releasing one of his hands to place a comforting palm on his cheek. “I don’t need your protection, Peter,” she said, her fingers tracing his features. “I need you safe. And well-rested. You look tired.” 

“I am,” he confessed with a sigh, closing his eyes at the warmth of her hand. “But, for you, I would never sleep again.” 

“I would rather you sleep, Peter,” the girl responded. “Why don’t you lay down for a bit? I’ll get you a shirt and some sweatpants. Wouldn’t want you stumbling around in a Spiderman suit and all exhausted like that.” 

“Honestly, I cannot deny that request,” Peter chuckled. “I don’t think I could make it up the fire escape tonight. But, I do want to do something before.” 

“What is it?”

“Can I kiss you?” he asked meekly. 

“Please,” she breathed.

With a smile, he closed all distance between them and placed his lips onto hers. He reveled in the warmth of her lips, enjoying the softness and plumpness of them. It was everything he had daydreamed of for months on end… except the suit… and the wounds… and the sluggishness. Other than for those things, it was perfect.  

“Want me to get those clothes now?” (Y/N) chuckled as they broke the kiss. “I think you should rest for a bit.”

“Only if we can kiss some more after.” 

“We can kiss any time you swing by,” she grinned. “I might just keep leaving my window unlocked for you.”

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[ugh-yoongi]

hello, friends 🫶🏻

just a psa/personal rant?? not really a rant but

i wanted to talk about a few things, and i think the cleanest and easiest segue is to say: i have left all of my writing networks. it is 100% nothing personal to any of them, i have enjoyed each and every one, but there are a few reasons why.

one, i am not active in any of the discord servers, so there was ✨anxiety✨ about not contributing and feeling obligated.

two (and this is the segue part): obviously these networks have a big reach, and i am feeling more and more anxious about exposing my work to the masses.

it’s a double-edged sword, because i write what i want and what makes me happy, but there is always a part of me that wants feedback and wants other people to see and enjoy it. but it has been tense here lately and the “please do not perceive me” feelings are REAL.

there is just… no nuance anymore. me posting “i don’t think it was a good decision for jungkook to go to qatar” turned into a bunch of anons calling me islamophobic and a bunch of other stuff. me saying it was a bad look for jimin to feature on a song by a r*pist turned into “you can’t have an opinion because you’re a rap line stan.”

i’m most certainly not perfect. i try to do the right thing. but tumblr has turned into a place where you will get bullied off the site if someone does not like you personally and decides you’re the internet’s villain of the day. you are put into situations you cannot win. if you defend yourself, you’re making excuses. if you don’t, you’re guilty and all those things people accused you of being are true.

it is literally this tweet:

this is not a fandom known for being welcoming of discourse, but we have to be able to give others grace. there has to be nuance. like, we are literally stanning bts, who have done and said and written problematic things. we should not excuse intentionally harmful behavior, but we need to be able to have conversations and believe, to a certain extent, that not everyone behaves in malicious ways.

we all fuck up and will continue to do so. i hope your mistakes are handled with grace and you are given the benefit of the doubt, and i hope you extend that grace when others inevitably make mistakes as well.

i am not involved in drama here. i am 31 years old and too old and tired. i just want to write and cry over seokjin and shitpost with my friends.

i’m sure this has all been said before, but: i was offline at the time everything went down with m (shout-out the fucking car accident i got in on my way to pick up my friends from the airport, why did this seemingly happen to everyone??) but they are someone i have interacted with both here and offline, and how all of that played out was fucked up, to say the least. others have explained it far more eloquently than me, but it bears repeating.

so while i love writing and i love sharing my work, there is a part of me that’s anxious every time i post. including this. i will continue to do so and hope that this site becomes warmer and more welcoming, because i see a lot of posts lamenting writers leaving or deactivating, and i just think: “well, yeah.”

enough has been said about interaction and the like/reblog ratio, which is definitely a huge part. it can be demoralizing to spend so much time and effort writing a fic that gets little interaction. but the environment is a big part, too, and i’m hopeful that can change.

(but also—protect your peace, whatever that means for you. unfollow that person. block that tag. you don’t have to engage with everything, especially if it raises your blood pressure. one of the few good things about the internet is that you’re largely able to curate your experience. don’t feel guilty about taking advantage of that.)

i will finish this by saying: i am always open to having conversations so long as they’re in good faith. it is not anyone’s place to police my behavior, but if i ever do or say something that is not cool, you are more than welcome to address it with me. i encourage you to do so. as flor once said: comfort can’t help me grow up.

love u all. pls be nice to one another. 🖤

#filed under: personal ramblings

[cheesiedomino]

When Worlds Collide Pt 2.

genre: non-idol au, college au, established relationship, hyunjin x fem!reader, badboy!hyunjin x innocent!reader, pg-15

wc: 6.2k 

tags/warnings: fluff, angst, kissing, cursing, themes of anxiety and insecurities (regarding the reader), alcohol usage, mentions of drugs (weed), has some suggestive moments but nothing that detailed, some violence (fighting), faint mentions of blood, that’s all i think but if i missed anything let me know please !

synopsis: now that you’re dating Hyunjin, things are going seemingly well and he does his best to try and be a good boyfriend for you. you feel as though you have finally found your person, but one night was all it took to cause a shift in your relationship, for better or for worse.

{a/n: hello everyone! i just want to take a moment to thank everyone that’s read the first part of When Worlds Collide. i’m glad so many people liked it and since i planned on making a part 2 anyway i’m more than excited to post this :) i hope you all enjoy it and as always feedback and your opinions are much appreciated, thank you <3}

You look at yourself through the mirror, you just couldn’t stop staring. It wasn’t because you thought you looked spectacular or anything, it was because you looked different. As in a completely different person that you couldn’t even recognize yourself. You were wearing the most skin-tight black dress with high heels, you did your makeup in a way that you’ve never done before, and you even put on lipstick, which is something you never wear. You wanted to surprise Hyunjin, your boyfriend, with your new look. 

‘He won't see this coming from a mile away’ you thought as you giggled to yourself, getting ready to go to a party with him. However, the confidence that you had a few hours ago came crashing down once the full look was complete. You just didn’t feel like yourself at all. You keep repeating in your head that this wasn’t about you and this was for Hyunjin, if he likes it that’s all that matters to you. You were also going to meet his other fraternity brothers tonight so you prepared conversations in your head to make sure you won’t royally fuck everything up. You wish your roommate Sana was here right now so she could give you words of encouragement but unfortunately she had to do something for her sorority. You felt so alone without her at times but Hyunjin has thankfully filled that void for you. 

As you finally semi-come to terms with the way you looked you sit on your bed and text your boyfriend to ask where he is, texting you back almost immediately.

‘Had 2 pick up stuff b there in 10’ 

You’re so used to his grade school grammar over text that you simply don’t pay much attention to it anymore.

‘Okay see you soon! I have a surprise for you ;)’ You cringed as you typed that winky face out.

‘What is it?’

‘It’s a surprise for a reason!’

‘Haha ok’

You’re so nervous at this point, you don’t know what he’s going to think. What will his friends think? You’re now back to overthinking every little thing. You want to run to your closet and change really quick to something that you’re actually comfortable in. But you don’t, you want to fully commit to this plan, this idea that you’ll look like Hyunjin’s dream girl. Hyunjin is the first boyfriend you’ve ever had, growing up in the small town you did, you didn’t have many good options. All the boys that lived in your town were not your type at all, they all had conservative views and were extremely judgmental. You swore you’d never date a man like that. The boys you have “dated” before were terrible and they would just go for someone else that they deemed was more attractive. 

You felt like a second choice all the time but Hyunjin has never made you feel that way. He’s always telling you how lucky he is to have you, holds hands with you on campus, and even skips going out to be with you if you ask. It’s nice that he does all those things for you but in the back of your mind, you still feel as though you’re not good enough, as if he’s made a mistake. That’s why you’re in the predicament you’re in now, fighting a battle with yourself over the way you look just to get Hyunjin’s attention, which is something you quite literally already have. Your thoughts were halted by your phone vibrating. You look at the notification and it’s from Hyunjin saying that he’s here. 

You let out a deep sigh as you tried your best to prepare yourself to even look Hyunjin in the eye right now. You should be feeling confident in this new look but all you feel is dread and doubt. 

There’s no turning back now so you just grab your bag and start heading out the door. You see the red-headed boy outside leaning on his car like he always does, looking down at his phone. You don’t think Hyunjin heard you walk out since his stance hasn’t changed once from you heading towards him. As you get closer you clear your throat loud enough to get him to hear you, his head automatically shot up. As you accidentally make eye contact with him you begin to panic. His whole facial expression changed, he went from looking relaxed to now being dumbfounded. His eyes grew wide and his mouth was slightly open. It was as if he’d seen a ghost or something. You walked up to him, still no words coming out of Hyunjin’s mouth. 

“Well, what do you think?” You say giving him a weary smile, trying not to hide the obvious fact that you’re anxious out of your mind over his opinion. 

He still doesn’t say a word, all he’s doing is looking at you up and down, if looks could kill, his gaze would have you in a coffin right now. 

“Earth to Hyunjin?” You say waving a hand in front of his face, making sure he’s okay.

He blinks a couple of times in a row and finally speaks “So this is my surprise?” 

“Yeah… what do you think of it?” You say as you look at the ground.

“You wanna know my honest opinion?” 

‘Yes, that was literally the whole point of doing all of this!’ you think to yourself.

“Y-yes..” Is all you muttered though.

“I think you look smoking hot” He admits. 

That was all you needed to hear from him. It was like you could finally breathe again. 

“You’re so sexy, baby. I could just eat you whole right now.” He says while licking his lips. 

Well, you weren’t expecting him to say all that. You never had someone call you sexy before and it made you feel something. Something that you’ve never felt before. All you could do was blush and say thank you though.

“I swear if I have to fight someone tonight over you looking this hot you better not be angry with me,” Hyunjin says as he opens his car door for you. 

“There will be no fighting!” You say, getting into the car, as you do Hyunjin lightly slaps your butt which startled you. You were about to tell him to stop but you remind yourself that he is your boyfriend and he’s allowed to joke around with you like this. You’re so inexperienced with relationships that you’re not even sure how one acts when they’re in one. 

As Hyunjin is driving he tries stealing quick glances over at you, he couldn’t help but stare at you every chance he got. You noticed him doing this and you giggled, 

“What are you looking at?” You ask him, you know what he’s looking at, you just wanted to act oblivious. 

“I’m looking at you baby, you’re kinda driving me insane right now not gonna lie.” He says. 

This made you feel that same rush you were feeling when he called you sexy, he’s never said any of these kinds of things to you. Maybe this new getup wasn’t so bad for you after all, you’re getting your boyfriend all worked up to this party and now he won’t be able to control himself in front of his friends. You were still nervous about meeting everyone though and parties aren’t really your thing so you won’t even be mad if Hyunjin wants to leave early to go back and make out with you. 

“Okay we’re here,” He says, coming to a stop in front of a large house. It was a tad bit smaller than Sana’s sorority house but it was still gorgeous nonetheless. You get out of the car and Hyunjin immediately grabs your waist. He’s being so possessive right now and you couldn’t help but find it endearing. As you both walk in you see the colorful disco ball on the ceiling, you see tons and tons of people, your anxiety shoots right back up, it’s now sinking in that you’re here. You haven’t gone to a party since that night you met Hyunjin and it’s bringing flashbacks from that night. You remembered everything so vividly as if it was just yesterday. Had you not said yes to Sana’s offer you would still be single. You find that insane and you couldn’t be more than grateful for what happened. You sometimes want to thank Sana for being your roommate since if this all wasn’t for her, you would be cooped up in your room all day. 

“Come over here,” Hyunjin says to you as he sits on an empty couch, you sit next to him. 

“Seriously?” He says, frowning at you, at that point you knew what he actually wanted. 

You stand up and sit back down, this time you’re on his lap. 

“Better.” He smiles and puts his head on your shoulder, his arms are hugging you from behind and you felt so appreciated in this moment. You caught a couple of girls staring at you and you wanted to crawl up into a ball from all the attention. You knew that Hyunjin was popular but the fact that almost every girl seemed to hiss with envy really took you aback. You felt so out of place like you didn’t belong there with him. You just wanted to run and hide. 

“Babe,” Hyunjin whispers in your ear.

“Yes?” 

“Kiss me.” He says bluntly.

You looked around and felt so awkward. Girls were still staring and it made you feel so uncomfortable. 

“But there are people staring.” You tell him, scared of what those people might say about what you’re doing. 

“You think I really give a shit? Let them watch.” He says grabbing your face with his right hand, he brought your lips towards his. Your lips finally came in contact and it felt fiery. You could feel all of his pent-up emotions through the kiss and you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to. His kisses are always so intoxicating, leaving you feeling drunk after them. Every time you stop, you want to go back for more. His tongue intertwines with yours, you fully shifted your entire body to be facing him now and you don’t even care who sees at this point. All you need is Hyunjin’s lips on yours and the rest of the world doesn’t exist anymore. 

“Damn bro, get a room!” You hear a man’s voice shouting at the two of you. 

You immediately pull away from him, getting off his lap, you felt so embarrassed now. You look up and see some guy you’ve never seen a day in your life. He was kinda short but he had a nice build and the smirk on his face was evident from what he had just seen.

“Fuck off Changbin.” Hyunjin retorts, crossing his arms at the man across from him.

“You must be y/n?” The man you’re assuming is named Changbin, asks you.

“Yes, that’s me.” You say shyly, too afraid to make eye contact with the guy. 

“This is my girlfriend.” Hyunjin says, putting his arm around you and kissing your cheek. 

“She’s cute, wonder how long this is gonna last!” The man says to Hyunjin, chuckling.

“Shut the fuck up,” Hyunjin says to him in a serious tone. “You’re really annoying, I hope you know that.”

“Whatever man.” The man rolls his eyes at him.

“Anyways… this is one of my fraternity brothers, Changbin.” Hyunjin finally properly introduces you to him. 

“Hi, Changbin, nice to meet you.” You say reaching out your head to give a handshake, however, he refuses the gesture. 

“Nice to meet you too y/n, we don’t shake hands around here, by the way, to properly introduce yourself in this house you need to take a shot!” 

You gulped as you heard him say that, you don’t enjoy drinking and it’s something you rarely engage in. ‘Just suck it up’ you think to yourself, if this is the way you need to get Hyunjin’s friend’s approval then so be it. 

“Oh okay,” You say as you start to get up from the couch, Hyunjin grabs your arm though.

“You really don’t have to if you don’t want to, Changbin’s just being an ass right now.” He says to you.

“It’s okay Hyune, I want to” You reassure him. 

You get up to go into the kitchen with Changbin, Hyunjin is walking right behind you to make sure no funny business goes on. Changbin grabs a bottle of whiskey and pours it into three shot glasses, giving one to you, him, and Hyunjin. 

“You know I can’t say no to whiskey,” Hyunjin says to Changbin taking a swig of the whole thing already.

“Dude, you were supposed to wait until I counted to three!” Changbin says annoyed at Hyunjin’s low tolerance for being patient. 

“Pour another one then,” Hyunjin says giving his glass to Changbin.

He pours him another shot and Changbin finally starts counting, “Alright, 1, 2, 3, go!” 

You let the liquid consume you and your throat begins to burn. You regret drinking that immediately. You made a twisted face and put the shot glass down, coughing to clear your throat. The coughing only made the burning sensation in your throat worse. 

“How do you guys drink this stuff?” You ask the both of them, still trying to recover from it. 

“You just get used to it,” Changbin says shrugging his shoulders.

“Come upstairs the rest of us are up there,” Changbin says to Hyunjin. 

“The smoke room?” Hyunjin asks. ‘Smoke room?’ you think, this couldn’t be a room just designated to smoke in, that has to be some code name for something. 

“Yeah.” Changbin replies. 

“Come on let’s go y/n.” Hyunjin takes your hand in his as he follows Changbin up the staircase. 

You used your free hand to try and pull down your dress since it kept riding up, you never wore clothing this tight so it was quite annoying having to fix it every 5 seconds. As all three of you continue walking, Changbin stops at a door with a large sign on it, the sign read 'KNOCK BEFORE COMING IN OR ELSE'. You really weren’t sure why it said that but Changbin did as the sign was told and knocked on the door three times. You waited a bit then you heard some shuffling going on in the room,

“Who is it?” You heard a man’s voice from inside the room say.

“It’s just me bro.” Changbin answers. 

“Who else?” 

“Hyunjin too, he brought his girl with him.” 

There was silence for a bit after that, you could hear a girl giggling in the room as well. 

“Let them in.” You heard another voice say, probably to the person that was asking all the questions. The door suddenly cracks open and a head peeps through making sure it was the people that Changbin said were coming in. The door fully opens and a large cloud of smoke hits you in the face immediately. It was so foggy in the entire room you think to yourself that you’ll probably get a second-hand high from just being in here. You looked around to see 6 other men in the room, they were all watching something on the TV and that’s when you saw the person you were least expecting. Your roommate, Sana was in there too. She was talking and laughing with some guy, she had a joint in her hand and she looked so pretty as always. Sana looks up and sees you in the room with Hyunjin and Changbin, the look on her face was just priceless.

“Y/n?!” She says confused yet excited.

“Oh my god, Sana you’re here too?!” You were kind of relieved that she was, you have two of your most favorite people with you right now and you couldn’t be any happier. 

“I always come here to chill with my boys!” Sana exclaims, Changbin comes up to her to give her a hug. 

You should’ve known that she would be here, she’s practically best friends with everyone in this frat and her sorority sisters all love her to death. You can’t think of one person that dislikes her, she’s just so cool. 

The boys you haven’t met yet were all now staring at you, you hate when the spotlight is on you. You wish Hyunjin would hurry up and say something and your thoughts came true within seconds,

“Guys, this is my girlfriend y/n,” Hyunjin says introducing you to all of his friends, you felt so awkward with all of them just looking at you. The outfit you had on wasn’t making you feel any better. 

“Hi y/n, I’m Chan.” A man comes up to you to shake your hand, you took it and he smiled at you. 

“Nice to meet you.” You tell him.

“How long have you and Hyunjin been dating?” He asks.

Before you could answer though, Hyunjin responds for you, “A good amount of time.” is all he says.

Chan just chuckles, Hyunjin always says things in a condescending tone, as if he’s talking down to others. You don’t even know why people put up with it but they do, they adore Hyunjin for his blunt attitude and honesty. You hated the way he acted with you at first, however, your entire perception changed because of his actions towards you. He doesn’t act this way around you and you feel as though he’s his true self when he’s with you. He doesn’t put on a persona for you, he’s just Hyunjin. 

Hyunjin starts pointing to the other guys in the room, “That’s Seungmin, that’s Jeongin, that’s Felix, Minho, and… where’s Han?”

Everyone looks around to realize that Han was missing, you don’t even know who he is yet you want to know his whereabouts too. 

“He probably went to go take a shit,” Minho says laughing to himself as he drinks something out of a red cup. 

“Or went to fuck someone.” Felix chimes in on the conversation.

“I’ll go try and find him,” Hyunjin says, “Come with me.” He motions for you to take his hand and walk out of the room with him.

“You don’t want to smoke?” Jeongin asks Hyunjin as he’s walking out the door.

“Maybe in a bit,” He says.

You’re back to the party and there’s a swarm of people, Hyunjin pushes people out of the way trying to clear space for you. No one dares to say anything to him though since he is part of this frat and a lot of people are pretty scared of him. You feel like you’ve been walking for hours since the house was so big and you felt so tired. You were stopped in your tracks when a girl came up to Hyunjin, she was also wearing a very revealing outfit just like you were but she actually looked confident in it. She smiled at Hyunjin and said something to him, but you couldn’t hear it over the blaring music. Hyunjin said something back to her and he continued walking after that, however, she wouldn’t give up. Hyunjin sighed and told you to stay right here and he’s going to the kitchen for a minute, he’ll be right back. You just stood there completely alone, you grew worried about what he could be talking about with her. ‘Is this one of the girls he used to talk to before you met?’ You wonder to yourself, feeling a bit insecure at that moment. 

“Hey, you look lost.” A man says coming up to you, he had longish brown hair that hid part of his face and he also had a couple tattoos on his arms. 

“No, I’m not, I’m just waiting for my boyfriend.” You say to him, usually, you would say that kind of thing as an excuse but this time you were really telling the truth. It felt so good to say that you actually had a boyfriend. 

“Girl you don’t need to lie to me, and even if you did he doesn’t have to know,” The guy kept trying to flirt with you but you wanted nothing to do with him. You were trapped in this situation though since Hyunjin told you to stay right there until he comes back. 

“I’m not lying,” was simply all you said.

“Okay, well screw your boyfriend come hang out with me tonight, I’ll give you a good time.” 

You wanted to throw up, this is the exact reason why you hated going to parties. The way men try to throw themselves at any woman that gives them the slightest bit of attention always bothered you. You wanted nothing to do with this guy and he wouldn’t leave you alone no matter how hard you tried. 

“My name’s Han, what’s yours?” He asked. 

Then all of sudden it clicked for you. You realized this was one of Hyunjin’s frat brothers trying to hit on you. You knew if Hyunjin caught him doing this he’ll be furious. You’ve got to find a way to get out of this situation quickly. That’s when you heard your boyfriend’s voice behind you,

“Where the hell have you been?” Hyunjin asks Han who’s right across from you. 

“Dude can’t you that I’m fucking busy?” Han says to Hyunjin, he looks back at you as if he’s about to say something but that’s when Hyunjin swiftly interrupts and walks in between the both of you. 

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Hyunjin starts speaking louder, “I always knew you were a dick but to disrespect me in my face like this is so low even for you!” 

“Disrespect? She’s just some random bitch I met at a party, and I have the right to tell you to fuck off!” 

“She’s what now?” 

You can tell that Hyunjin is only getting angrier the more he talks to Han, he’s already made a fist with his hand and is even getting up in Han’s face. 

“She’s my girlfriend you dumbass!” Hyunjin’s ears became as red as his hair as he was filled with rage. You knew what was about to happen yet you didn’t say or do anything to stop it, it was as if you were frozen in time or something. You just stood there watching everything go down, little by little. 

“Well, how the hell was I supposed to know that? I just met her, maybe if she didn’t dress like such a thot I wouldn’t have gone up to her!” Han starts to get up in Hyunjin’s face too.

That’s when you blanked out for the rest of the time. You don’t really remember much of what happened during those 10 minutes but you do remember Han’s nose was bleeding and so was Hyunjin’s right hand. You think Minho and Chan broke up the fight and made Hyunjin leave or else they were afraid of the cops coming from people running out of the house. You heard Hyunjin say how he didn’t give a shit if the cops came since his father could just easily bail him out anyway. He really hated to brag about things like that but he couldn’t help but gloat about the fact he won’t be paying the consequences for any of this. You don’t remember much else so when you woke up inside Hyunjin’s car you were very confused. 

“Finally awake I see.” You heard Hyunjin’s voice as you flutter your eyes open.

“W-what just happened?” You ask him.

“Nothing, I’m just driving you home and I’m going back to my place to sleep.” He says trying to keep a cool and collected image for you. He’s actually still furious on the inside. Han exchanged more words with Hyunjin and got even more disrespectful towards him, and you. You just didn’t know since you fainted from having a really bad panic attack. Everything went black after Hyunjin threw his fist at Han and the rest was just fading in and out. You notice how fast Hyunjin was driving the car and it induces your anxiety levels. 

“I can’t believe he would say some shit like that to my face,” Hyunjin mutters to himself under his breath, “fucking piece of shit.”

You just sat there trying not to focus on how dangerously fast he’s going down this highway right now. You hug your body for protection, not really sure how fast he’s going but it’s fast enough that you don’t even feel safe being in this car anymore. 

“He’s out of his fucking mind for talking to me like that, I should’ve sent him to the hospital with more broken limbs than just his nose!” His voice grew louder at the last sentence. He’s always been short-tempered and it doesn’t take much for people to piss him off but this was next level. He wanted to hurt Han in a way that he’s never done before, he wanted to hurt him so bad that he never wanted to see him ever again. He couldn’t stand to see anyone talk to you like the way Han did, he had to teach him a lesson. He was just so angry in that moment and driving was what he took it out on. He was going so fast you felt yourself getting dizzy.

“Hyunjin,” You say quietly trying to get his attention.

He doesn’t answer you and simply continues muttering under his breath, you can see the dried blood all over his knuckles and his eyes were solely focused on the road.  

“Hyunjin, can you please slow down?” You try asking politely as you wish he would just snap out of this trance and drive normally. 

He still doesn’t listen and only steps on the gas even harder, making you start fearing for your life. You’re going so fast that you can’t even think straight, other cars on the road were honking at Hyunjin’s car, he didn’t pay attention to any of this at all. He continued to keep driving recklessly and you were shouting asking for him to stop repeatedly. 

That’s when you almost crashed into another car as Hyunjin accidentally ran a red light, he swerved out of the way just in the right amount of time, or else you both would’ve been severely messed up. As the car came to a halt you were heavily breathing in and out, you were about to have another major panic attack twice in one day. This was taking a toll on your already poor mental state so you just sat there in the passenger seat sobbing. You saw your life flash before your eyes in mere seconds and you were visibly shaken up from all of this. 

“I’m so sorry y/n…” Hyunjin finally spoke. 

You were still sobbing and shaking from the almost car accident that happened. You were trying to get yourself to stop but the tears just kept coming. 

“Please don’t cry, I’m so sorry y/n I should’ve listened to you,” He says as he turns towards you. “I don’t know what happened it was like something in my mind just took over me.” 

He goes in to hug you but you flinch, you’re just so vulnerable right now any and everything scares you. You wished none of this had ever happened and you regret even going to this party with Hyunjin. That’s when you start to overthink again, you think about how this whole night was basically your fault. Your thoughts trace back to the party, you think about what Han thought of you and him calling you all those horrible names. ‘Had I not worn this ridiculously short dress, none of this would’ve ever happened’ you thought to yourself. You start to cry again, you wanted nothing more than to wish this night never existed.

“I’m really sorry Hyunjin, this is all my fault” You choke out through your tears, you felt as though you were the sole responsibility for what happened tonight. 

“What are you sorry for y/n and how the hell is any of this your fault?” He says with the most confused look on his face.

“Han was right, I shouldn’t have dressed like this, I only wanted to do it to impress you but still…” You look out the window as you said that.

“Look at me,” He said it like a demand more than a question but you couldn’t face him.

“Y/n, please look at me.” He asks you one more time in a stern voice.

You finally do as you’re told and slowly turn your head to look at him. 

“Your actions have nothing to do with what happened y/n. Absolutely nothing.” He says in a calm tone. “What he said about you was not based on your character, he doesn’t even know you.”

Hyunjin takes a deep breath and takes your hand in his, the one that wasn’t stained with blood on them. 

“You also don’t need to change the way you look for me baby, I like you just the way you are already, the girl that I fell in love with.” You were stunned by his sudden words. ‘Fell in love?’ you felt your heart skip a beat. Did he really just mean that?

“You fell in love with me?” You asked in such an awkward way you immediately regret saying that, you hide your face in your hands. 

“If I said I didn’t believe in love at first sight until I met you, would you think I’m lying?” He says, taking your hands off your face and bringing it closer to his. 

“I- I don’t know…” You say to him.

“I really think I’m in love with you y/n, I’m not afraid to admit it anymore. It’s okay if you can’t say it back right now but I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you do one day.” 

You couldn’t help but melt at his words right now, you’ve never felt so appreciated, so loved by anyone before. 

You smiled at him and he came closer to your lips. He pressed his lips against yours and you relax into the kiss right away. You end up aggressively making out with him, he unbuckled your seatbelt and you were now in the driver's seat with him on his lap. Your fingers were entangled in his bright red locks and every time you pulled on it he would wince a bit. Each time you pulled away from the kiss you’d both just grin at each other and go right back to kissing. Each time was more passionate than the last and you would do this all day and night if you could. As you’re both panting and trying to catch your breath from that hot and heavy makeout sesh, you look at how beautiful Hyunjin’s side profile was. His jawline was so sharp, and the way his hair dangled in front of his face was so hot for some reason too. You thought Hyunjin was a walking piece of art, you sometimes couldn’t believe you were dating him. You never thought that he’d felt the same exact way as you did since your self-esteem has always been awfully low, yet Hyunjin reminds you daily how beautiful he thinks you are. He’s told you on numerous occasions how you’re the most gorgeous woman he’s ever seen and how much you mean to him. You thank him each and every time yet you never fully believe everything he tells you. You’re not sure if you can 100% say that you love Hyunjin yet, but you do know for sure that you like him a lot. You showed your feelings for him through kissing and he couldn’t get enough of your charisma. 

“Alright, let me finally take you home,” Hyunjin says as he begins driving again. 

This time he’s driving at the speed limit, not giving you the heart attack you once had moments ago. He’s much calmer now and you can tell that making out with him was the perfect remedy for all his rage. Once he made it back to your dorm you gave him a hug and another long kiss that would leave him feeling completely whipped for you. You giggled as he pouted to you while you walked through the door, not wanting you to ever leave his side. He felt so possessive over you, not in the way that would be toxic, but in the way he wants you to himself. He loves smothering you, kissing you, holding you, he just wants to give you all his love and although you’re not used to it, you’ve grown to really enjoy this side of him. He’s not this way with anyone else so it makes you feel different in a good way, like you’re the chosen one. 

You head inside your room and as you turn on your light you see Sana and another guy on her side of the room fumbling with the blankets. They were both underneath the covers and from what you could presume, naked. You now recognize the guy in the bed with her, it was Changbin. Your mouth was wide open, you’ve never caught Sana doing this before and although you know she has an active sex life you’ve never seen it in action before.

You close your eyes and turn back around “Sorry if I interrupted anything, I’ll be on the couch,” quickly leaving the room as you head towards the living room. You couldn’t believe you just accidentally walked in on your roommate with Changbin, there have been way too many traumatizing moments for you in one night to handle. You suddenly heard the door open once again and it was Changbin coming out. He walked past you and faintly waved you goodbye before leaving out the main door. Once he was gone, Sana came out and sat next to you on the couch just wearing a big t-shirt. 

“Hi y/n, real sorry you had to see all that. I just didn’t know if you were coming back tonight.” She says as she plays with her necklace. 

“It’s fine Sana, it’s literally 4 am I get why you would think that.” 

The room went silent for a bit then Sana finally spoke up again, deciding to ask about your mental state.

 “Are you doing okay? You can be honest with me” She put her hand on your shoulder to comfort you. 

“I’m fine right now… to be honest, I was a mess earlier but I’m actually doing okay right now.” You tell her. 

She sighs in relief, “That’s good.”

“Are you and Changbin a thing now?” You ask her. 

She’s now suddenly taken aback by your words and scoffs at your question, “Changbin is a cool guy but I’m basically sleeping with him just to make Chan jealous.” 

You knew Sana and Chan used to date a while back but they had broken up for some reason, Sana really wants to get back with him one day though. 

“Well, I hope that works out for you?” You say, not really sure if her plan will work. 

“Hyunjin told me that he loved me today” You blurted out to Sana, you didn’t even realize you said it, it just came out. 

“Oh my god that’s amazing y/n, you might’ve found the one!” Sana says taking both of your hands and smiling at you. “Did you say you loved him back?”

“No…” But before she could say anything you made sure to clarify, “That doesn’t mean I don’t like him any less! It’s just I want to take things slow for now.” 

“I get it, especially for you, you need to take things slow. I hope he respects that and doesn’t pressure you to do things” She says.

“He doesn’t, don’t worry he’s very patient with me.” You reassure her. 

She smiles once again and gives you a big hug, she can see how much you’ve grown from this relationship. You’re slowly starting to come out of your shell and soon you’ll become a beautiful butterfly. You’re so happy in your relationship with Hyunjin and Sana can see that through you. She couldn’t be more than happy and supportive of you and although he may have been a player in the past, that was before you knew him, you shouldn’t judge him for his past. We all have rocky moments in our life but that’s what makes us human at the end of the day and you appreciate the good and the bad in him.

You and Sana both head to bed and as you’re about to go to sleep you get a text from Hyunjin, it read the following,

‘B ready by 5 tmrw, it’s a surprise ;)’ 

End<3

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Find Your Way Home (Ch 𝟷/𝟹)

𓆩⟡𓆪Summary:

Wooyoung is a culinary student and he and two of his best friends have been brought along to Namhae to learn and study the farmers out in the countryside and disconnect a bit. Reluctant at first, he just wishes he could've been back in the city and close to his long-time crush Yeosang. Things change when he lays his eyes on the dimpled country boy staying with them that show them around and teach them more about Namhae's way of life, all with a spine-tingling Satoori.

Maybe things aren't so bad out here in the sticks, after all.

𓆩⟡𓆪Pairing: WooSan + Endgame WooSanSang

𓆩⟡𓆪Genres/Aus: Non-Idolverse, Fluff, Romance, Humor, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Fish Out Of Water Tropes, Au, Mutual Pining, Country Boy San, Culinary Student Wooyoung, Poly Endgame (I promise ik Yeo literally isn't in this first part just trust me)

𓆩⟡𓆪Tws: Mentions of not-so-subtle Homophobia, Isolation, Prejudice, Anxiety, Swearing

𓆩⟡𓆪Sws: Sexual Exploration, Muscle Kink, Frottage, Groping, Body Worship, Dirty Talk, Dry Humping, Teasing, Praise,

𓆩⟡𓆪Rating: Explicit (18+)

𓆩⟡𓆪WC: 12.7k+ (LMAO)

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Trees roll by, one after the other, some with blossoms sprouting from them, some with cherub birds sitting upon the branches, singing a beautiful melody that carried with the wind. The road is bumpy and nearly non-existent, and the chatter in the car is interrupted every now and again by the sound of chuckles and the occasional startled; ‘oof!’ that comes from someone mid-sentence. 

Wooyoung fucking hates it. 

“Fix your face, I promise a little fresh air isn’t gonna kill you.” Wooyoung looked up front, glaring at Kibum through the rearview mirror. 

“When you said we’d be learning on location for the majority of the summer I expected…more.” He grumbled. Kibum narrowed his gaze right back at him, unimpressed. 

“After several hours of you bitching, I was hoping you’d get tired. You could have, at any time, decided to not come.” He reminded him, turning the steering wheel. Changbin hummed from his spot in the front seat and Yeonjun, who sat in the back with Wooyoung, looked equally displeased, though he’d been primarily on his phone and had been keeping quiet for most of the drive. 

“And miss out on 80% of our summer course? Plus I couldn’t even opt in for the digital video courses because the internet connection in this place is ass .” 

Key turned into a driveway and parked, turning around to look at Wooyoung as if he was his own misbehaved son. 

“Right, so you wanted to come. Shut up, quit ya bitching, and take a walk on the beach or something later. Maybe you’ll pull that broomstick out of your ass. I’m your teacher and the three of you are my best students, but so far the only one who hasn’t made me want to throw him out of this vehicle while it's moving is Changbin. Take some time and disconnect for fuck’s sake.” He leveled him with a stare, and while displeased, Wooyoung didn’t say another word, simply crossing his arms in annoyance. Yeonjun’s brows furrowed as he failed to load something for the tenth time and put his phone away, muttering an annoyed curse under his breath.

“City boys, I swear.” Kibum grumbled, stepping out of the car and sliding a pair of sunglasses on his face. 

He’d pulled up to what looked to be a multifamily home, and if they weren’t so annoyed, Wooyoung and Yeonjun might have been impressed by the size of the home. 

“Tag! You’re it!” 

Four heads turn to the left as a little girl came bounding around the corner, her pigtails bouncing as she ran full speed down the street. She giggled and squealed until she ran into Kibum, bouncing off of the man and nearly falling, had he not reached out to grab her hand. Her lip wobbled for a moment before she looked up, staring at him. 

“Oh!” 

He smiled, kneeling in an instant. 

“Goodness, you’ve gotten big, Gahyeon. Are you okay?” 

“UNCLE KEY!” She latched onto him in an instant, her arms and legs wrapping around his torso like a koala. The three men behind him blinked in surprise before they looked up, hearing laughter come from upfront. 

“Baby girl, what did mommy tell you about running out like that? It can be dangerous if there are cars or bikes.” A short woman stood before them, her eyes catlike and intimidating as she sized up the three men. They all bowed without hesitation, and she smiled. 

“My name is Chaerin. This is my home. You three boys will be staying here with me and my family this summer. To whom do I have the pleasure of meeting?” She inquired. 

“My name is Changbin, Noona.” 

“Yeonjun, it's nice to meet you.” 

“Wooyoung, thank you for sharing your home with us.”

Chaerin smiled in approval, looking at Kibum as he stood to his full height. 

“Let’s go inside, gentlemen. I’ll introduce you to my family and who you’ll be staying with up on the top floor.” 

The men filtered into the home, toeing their shoes off at the door and standing back as two little boys also rushed by, looking no older than four or five. They spotted the strangers and ducked behind Chaerin’s legs, peeking out after she laughed and placed her hands upon both of their heads. 

“Eomma, who are they?” they whispered. Chaerin smiled and ruffled their hair. 

“Your new hyungs.” 

Their eyes lit up, and in an instant, Wooyoung felt a pair of tiny arms wrap around his leg. He looked down, unsure of what to do as a wide-eyed boy looked at him, already missing one of his front teeth as he smiled up at him. 

“My name is Eric! You’re my Hyung? Are you going to stay? You can share my bed! It’s a racecar bed! Hyung do you like cars? Blue is my favorite color! I hear you're from the city! Do they have a lot of blue cars in the city?” Eric spoke a mile a minute and Wooyoung looked up in mild distress at Chaerin. She laughed and offered no kind of help, amused at the situation, while her other son, a small boy in a bear onesie, didn’t move from his spot, staring at them with a guarded look. 

“Jongho? My baby, won’t you say hi?” 

Jongho shook his head and hid behind her leg. 

“Not until Sannie comes home. I don’t know them, Eomma.” 

Chaerin smiled and picked him up, sending a courteous smile to them. 

“Don’t mind my baby here. He’s a bit more guarded. His favorite boy in the whole world is out working today so he’s in a cranky mood.” She informed them. 

“Who is San? Is he another one of your sons?” Changbin inquired, picking up Eric and laughing at his chatter before they followed Chaerin deeper into the house. She shook her head, setting Gahyeon on the counter before turning to them. 

“Yes and no, he’s a boy Jiyong and I took in. He’s a sweetheart, I’m sure you all will love him. He’s about the same age as you all.” She leaned against the counter, taking in the men across from her once more. 

“Namhae is a lot different from where some of you are from, I’m sure. I’m from Gangnam-Gu. So I know full well that this may be an out-of-sorts experience for you all, but I ask that you approach this little town with an open mind and a sense of exploration.” She sent them a smile, watching the three youngest and the way their eyes widened. 

“ You’re from Gangnam-Gu?!” Wooyoung gasped in surprise. Chaerin nodded, crossing her ankles. 

“My husband and I are fashion designers. We live in Gangnam for most of the year, but spend the summer months here in Namhae. San lives here full-time and takes care of the house while we’re gone, he's a good boy. Be nice to him, you hear?” She pointed a painted nail at all of them, smiling when all of them nodded without hesitation. 

“Miss Sannie…” Jongho quietly muttered from beside her, pointing at the stairs. Kibum smiled. 

“Are you gonna show us upstairs, Jongho?” 

He nodded and walked towards the stairs, occasionally looking behind him to make sure they were following. One by one, he toddled up the stairs before looking back. When he noticed them following, he sped up, guiding them to the upper floor. 

It was cleaned, not a speck of dust to be found, but one could tell that it definitely was lived in. Well-kept plants sat in the windowsill, with some of them beginning to flower. There were bowls lined up on the counter, seemingly in preparation for a meal for later. Three sleeping bags sat rolled up on the couch, with little cards attached to each of them. 

Jongho waddled all the way to the bags, grabbing the cards before he made his way back, looking up at the culinary boys. 

“One for Changbin-hyung….Yeonjun-hyung…Wooyoung-hyung.” His pronunciation had been a bit off as he handed it correctly to each man, and Wooyoung felt a bit of his annoyance melt away. Jongho truly was a cute kid. 

Turning his attention back to the letter in his hand, he noticed it had been lightly scented, and brought it to his nose without a second thought. When he did, he was pleasantly surprised to find it had been misted with a cologne that had some amber and vanilla notes to it. 

His favorite. 

Opening the letter, he scanned over it with a curious tilt of his head. 

“Hello and welcome to Namhae! I’m sorry I can’t be here as soon as you come in to greet you, and I probably won’t be back until close to sundown. I believe this is your first time visiting this little village and I’ll be happy to show you around and help you get accustomed to a slower-paced way of living! I’ll cook dinner tonight so you all can rest, and we can start exploring the village and the forest just outside then, too. If there’s anything I can help you with, let me know and I’ll happily do my best! 

These sleeping bags are for camping nights, by the way. There are two rooms that have beds big enough to share. Kibum-hyung said Changbin and Yeonjun can take one and Wooyoung and I can take the other.  

Let’s make this summer one to remember! 

-San” 

Wooyoung looked at the small mountain beside his name and smiled. 

At least everyone so far seemed nice. 

Jongho, satisfied with the small smiles on the men’s faces, nodded and turned to waddle away, carefully taking the stairs one step at a time. 

“Alright boys, that’s enough daydreaming, come help me unload the car.” Kibum’s voice called from downstairs, snapping them out of their collective bubble of thought. Changbin looked at his other two friends and jabbed his thumb toward the stairs. 

“I don’t think it’ll be that bad.” He gave them an optimistic smile. Yeonjun checked his phone, sighing. 

“It probably won’t be but I wish the connection were better. Soobin-”

“Soobin will be just fine without you blowing his damn phone up every two seconds. You can still send him messages, it just looks like it’ll take longer for it to get through.” Changbin lightly nudged hum, hardly flinching at the swat Yeonjun landed on his arms, both of them bickering as they headed down the stairs. 

Wooyoung tucked his note in his pocket and followed. If he were being honest, Yeosang would’ve probably loved this place, even if it did limit his connection with the outside world. 

-Later-

Wooyoung had been drifting slightly on the couch, curled up beside Changbin when the door suddenly opened. There was a grunt from someone, and the undeniable scent of garlic instantly drifted into his nose. 

“I’m home!” 

“OPPA!/HYUNG!” 

Wooyoung startled into a sitting position as a chorus of screams rang out. He watched Gahyeon, Eric, and Jongho go sliding across the floor, jumping up and latching themselves onto the person who’d just come in. 

Instantly, Wooyoung felt like he’d been grabbed by the throat. 

Standing in the doorway, was a man standing about the same height as he did, his dimples deep and prominent as he smiled, spinning the three children around as they clung to him. His hat had fallen off in the process, revealing inky black hair that clung to his forehead from the presumed sweat of the summer heat outside. Wooyoung could hardly see his eyes as he smiled, laughing as the three children began to excitedly chatter about the day without pause.

“Yah, let the poor man come inside and get comfy first!” Chaerin scolded, sticking her head out of the master bedroom. San’s laughter died down after another minute or two of cuddling, and it was then that he met Wooyoung’s gaze. 

Wooyoung awkwardly moved his hand, sending him a quite pathetic wave. 

“Hi.” 

The man’s face lit up and he crossed the room in an instant, bowing without dropping any of the kids. 

“Oh! You’re here safely! I’m glad!” He beamed. Wooyoung had been a bit taken aback by his energy, but nodded. 

"I'm guessing you're San?"

"The one and only~ I'll be your local guide 'round here. I'll take care of you all, don't worry." He beamed, hands on his hips. Changbin sent him a smile. 

"Thanks. Your letter said you'd make dinner. Did you want any help?" He inquired. San shook his head, lightly setting the trio of toddlers down. 

"No, no. First meal's always on me when it comes to friends and family. Do any of you have any allergies?" He looked at them with an almost doe like expression, and Wooyoung had no choice but to tease him. 

"Garlic." He responded, keeping his voice neutral. Namhae had been known for its production of garlic, amongst other things. San's eyes widened immediately, lips parting as a horrified noise left his lips. 

"Oh no , wait hold on I have to look into a different meal I'm so sorry , oh god I almost killed him-"

Wooyoung covered his mouth, laughing behind his hand as he watched San fret. Kibum looked up from the book he had been reading across the room, glaring at him. He sent Wooyoung a look akin to a mother about to hurl her shoe, and Wooyoung tried to stifle his laughs. 

“I’m kidding. I just wanted to tease you a bit. I don’t have any allergies.” 

San blinked owlishly, looking moments away from having a crisis, before his brows furrowed. 

“Oh!...Oh.” He crossed his arms, pouting as he looked at him. 

“Oh, haha. I’ll start cooking, I’ll call you all when it’s ready.” He set all three of Chaerin’s children down, kissing their heads before making his way to the upper floor. Wooyoung watched him go, noticing the lines of his muscles after he pulled off his jean jacket. 

Changbin gently nudged him, sending him a knowing look. 

“You’re so obvious about it.” He teased. Wooyoung rolled his eyes and leaned against him, playing an offline game on his phone. 

“If I’m gonna be stuck in the country, I might as well enjoy the view.” He muttered. Changbin chuckled and went back to idly drawing. 

The sound of simmering meat soon drew Wooyoung’s attention, alongside the scent of garlic and onions. 

Yeonjun lifted his head, sniffing a few times. 

“Hm…Bulgogi. And-” He sniffed once more. “Some kind of fried chicken and…soup? I smell broth.” 

Chaerin looked at him in interest before tilting her head. 

“You got all of that from a few sniffs?” She inquired. He smiled proudly and Kibum made a motion with his hand. 

“These three are my top students. Yeonjun has a very sensitive nose, Changbin can tell each and every ingredient you use in any dish, and Wooyoung has quite a photographic memory, you show him once how to cook a meal and he’ll never forget.” 

All three of Kibum’s proteges smiled and Chaerin put her hands on her hips, holding out a glass to them. 

“Alright then. Tell me what’s here.” 

Changbin took a sip and smacked his lips together. Yeonjun sniffed once and sat back with a smile on his face, crossing his arms. Changbin nodded and smiled, handing the drink off to Wooyoung for him to enjoy the rest of it.

“Oh, that’s good.” 

“Tell me what you picked up on, then.” She smiled, gesturing. Changbin wrote them down on a piece of paper she slid over to him from the counter and then passed it over to her, motioning for Yeonjun to tell her verbally. Wooyoung watched them, sipping the drink with a small smile on his face. He’d never had something like this before. 

“Rice, surprisingly, water, almonds, cinnamon, almond milk, evaporated milk, vanilla, aaaand agave. Right?” he inquired. Her lips quirked, sending him a thumbs up, showing them the paper and the identical list Changbin had written out for her. 

“That’s impressive, boys. It's called Horchata. I had a friend of mine overseas teach me to make it a few years back and now it's a personal favorite of mine and my husband’s.” She noticed the glass that had been passed to Wooyoung had been nearly completely downed, a small cream colored moustache left at the top of his lip

“-and apparently a favorite of Wooyoung’s too.” She smiled. 

Footsteps drew their attention to the stairs and San poked his head down, a towel around his shoulders as he smiled at them. 

“Dinner is almost ready.” 

One by one, they all filed upstairs, sitting around the table. San served each of them, with garlic fried chicken, bulgogi, a side of rice, and miso soup. 

“I know it’s probably nothing compared to city-style food, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. It's what my Grandma and Grandpa used to make whenever we had guests over.” San set out glasses in front of everyone, letting them have their choice of what to drink while he moved to help the little ones settle into their chairs. 

Wooyoung took a bite and immediately felt warmth bloom inside of him. The meat was of good quality and had been marinated perfectly. It hadn’t been the most exquisite taste he’d had in the world, but something about it made him feel like he had been welcomed home after a long journey. 

“What brings you all here, anyway?” San inquired, breaking apart pieces of the unspicy chicken he’d made to the side so Jongho could eat. Kibum pointed his chopsticks at his three students. 

“These three want to join my restaurant team, and they certainly have the potential, but I want them to take the time to understand different types of cuisine, and sometimes that includes the difference in culture and region. There’s a certain soul people put into their food that’s different from person to person.” He explained. Yeonjun didn’t say a word, cheeks bulged with food. Changbin simply nodded while Wooyoung’s head had been lost in the clouds. 

San glanced across the table at the men before he nodded, listening to the light conversation at the table and adding his two cents here and there. 

The rest of the dinner had been light-hearted and casual, with San helping carry the tired toddler trio downstairs before returning upstairs. 

“If it helps, there’s some better connection in the southern part of the house. Not the strongest, but it’s something.” He offered, finding Yeonjun checking his phone once more. He perked in response to this, not-so-subtly excusing himself and jogging downstairs. Changbin yawned and retired for the night 

Wooyoung sat by the window, staring out at the village. Most of the businesses had closed already for the day, and there wasn’t the familiar sense of business that he was used to. Instead, the night was still, with the crickets and owls replacing the birds from earlier with their own nocturnal songs. 

“I hope I can help you enjoy this a bit more.” 

Wooyoung looked over his shoulder, blinking in confusion as San sat beside him, one knee pulled up to his chest. He stared up at the moon through the window, humming for a moment as he looked for the words. 

“I’ve only met Kibum-hyung once last year. His proteges ended up leaving before the end of a full week. I don’t know what happened to them after that, or if they even stayed with his culinary program, but Namhae is a lot more special than it seems at first.” San spoke quietly, as if to not disturb Changbin as he rested just a few feet from them. Wooyoung sighed and rolled his tongue along his cheek. 

“I’m sure I’ll get over it. It’s just a bummer. Yeosang and I had plans this summer and instead, I have to be here.” the words sounded a bit more aggressive than he had meant it in his head and San pressed his lips into a line before the mildly offended look was gone a moment later. 

“Yeosang, you mentioned him earlier too when you were eating. Is he your friend?” He inquired, trying to steer the conversation a bit away from Wooyoung’s offending tone a second ago. Wooyoung realized how he’d come off and shook his head. 

“Sorry I didn’t mean it like that, what I mean is-ugh sorry. That’s really such a dick way of putting things.” He apologized and San smiled softly, lightly patting his knee. 

“Thank you. Continue.” 

Wooyoung looked down at his hand before he went back to answer the question. 

“Yeosang is my best friend. He loves things like this, I’m sure he would have been perfect for this kind of trip, but he has studies to do so he couldn’t take any time off this summer to come with.” Wooyoung sighed and San hummed, tilting his head ever so slightly. 

“I take it you two have been friends for a long time?” 

“Since childhood. I met Changbin and Yeonjun in high school and the four of us have been nearly inseparable. This is the first time since who knows how long we've been apart.” He mumbled. San nodded, gently squeezing his knee. 

“How bout I be your friend? You gotta see my pretty face every day for the next three months, anyway.” He winked. Wooyoung looked back at him and sent him a smirk. 

“Since you’re offering, I think that sounds lovely.” He shot back. San chuckled and removed his hand from his knee, standing to stretch. A sliver of his stomach drew Wooyoung’s attention as his t-shirt rose with the motion, with a definable dip in his hips and a neatly trimmed trail leading down from his navel and disappearing into the waistband of his pants. 

The moment he dropped his arms, Wooyoung looked up as if he hadn’t been ogling. 

“I’m gonna take a bath and head to bed. Will you follow me for a sec? I just wanna make sure you have the right room.” he beckoned Wooyoung to follow him before making his way out of the room, yawning audibly. 

The room was cozy, with some more plants sitting upon a desk along with some messily arranged stationary that matched the letters the three of them received. A smile came to his face, and he found it cute how much San had seemingly fretted about their arrival. His wastebasket was half full of crumpled paper, the remnants of rejected letters, and as San cleared his throat, clearly flustered, Wooyoung sent him a smug smile. 

“You really were excited to have us come, it seems.” He teased. San rubbed the back of his neck, not denying it as a blush crept up to his cheeks. 

“I don’t have any friends my age, so it's nice to have these summers where new folks may come by. Plus, just like I can teach you all about this village and our way of life, I’d like to learn more about city life, too. I’ve never been outside of Namhae.” 

Wooyoung’s smile fell, picking up on the lonely tone in his voice and the way he refused to meet his eyes. He opened his mouth, but nothing would come out, and an awkward pause stretched between the two of them. 

“Erm. I’m gonna go take that shower now. I’ll try to come back quietly just in case you’re asleep before I get out.” San bowed and made his way out hastily, leaving Wooyoung stunned by the revelation. 

Wooyoung shook himself out of it a moment later, shuffling over to his bag to get something comfortable to wear to bed. It was large, though with two of them, they probably would be a bit snug. He hummed quietly and shrugged, climbing into bed and resting on top of the sheets. Once he did, he felt himself drifting, nuzzling the pillow. 

He was already long asleep by the time San returned. The slightly older man looked at him, gently draping a light blanket over his shoulders before he carefully made his way into the bed, tucking himself under the covers and curling up ever so slightly, smiling to himself.  

-6 am-

“Okay, time to wake up.” 

Wooyoung cracked his eyes open, a disgruntled noise leaving his lips as he looked up. 

“Wha-”

“It's time to get up and at em, we’re actually late.” 

Wooyoung squinted at his phone screen and sent San a dirty look. 

“Are you out of your mind-” 

“Nope~ Cmon, we gotta go!” San smiled from ear to ear, already dressed and heading outside to wake Changbin and Yeonjun. 

Roughly twenty minutes later, all three of the city boys were trudging downstairs, where Kibum had already been waiting, offering them cups of convenience store coffee. He had a knowing smile on his face as he looked at them. 

“Oh don’t worry, boys. Once you get the hang of it, your body will wake you up naturally.” 

Even Changbin sent him a dirty look as they took the coffee, following San outside to his car. It looked to be older than all of them if Wooyoung was being honest. San hopped up into the car, smiling from ear to ear as it started up. 

"I do a lot of work on ol' Atiny here. Don't worry your heads one bit. She'll get us there no problem." San winked. Wooyoung really did find himself liking the man's Satoori more than he should, climbing in the car without any further complaint. 

The drive to the garlic farm was a rather long one. San didn't put on the radio, keeping his voice down as he spoke quietly to Kibum up front, as if giving the city boys in the back the opportunity to fall asleep for the ride. 

Wooyoung appreciated the gesture, but he kept himself awake, listening quietly. 

"Have you been taking care of yourself?"

San smiled softly, looking forward. 

"I certainly have been trying. I just do what I can."

Kibum hummed, settled back in his chair. 

"You could always move to the city. Spend some time with some like-minded folks."

San drummed his fingers along the wheel. He didn't say a word for a while. 

"I'd be lying if I said I hadn't considered it after the festival incident. The years after that haven't been kind to me, honestly."

Wooyoung perked slightly at that, feigning disinterest as he listened quietly. San had such a sorrowful tone in his voice as he mentioned whatever this 'incident' was. 

Kibum shook his head and opened his mouth to say something before he thought better of it and simply closed his mouth and let out a small huff. 

"If you ever change your mind, you have my number. That or let Jiyong and Chaerin know and I'm positive you'll be able to get on your feet in the city."

San hummed a tune Wooyoung had never heard before, pulling up a winding dirt road toward a farm. 

"We'll see. I appreciate it, regardless." He parked the car and turned the engine off, sending Key a dazzling dimpled smile before turning to the back. 

"Alright, gentlemen! Time to get up and at em!" He rose his voice, startling the trio to attention. He smiled sweetly and pointed out to the fields. 

"First, is our lesson in farming. Today, we pick garlic bulbs to get them prepped for sale later down the line." 

The men piled out of the car, looking out into the field and finding some middle-aged and even senior-aged farmers already out and about, their baskets already a quarter of the way filled. San smiled and pointed to his left. 

“This way.” he guided them, smiling sweetly and waving and nodding in acknowledgment at some of the farmers that caught their eye. Wooyoung couldn’t help but notice some of them seemed…less than enthused to wave back, and some ignored him outright, watching the group pass with a small shake to their head once they believed they weren’t being watched by the group of young men. 

Wooyoung felt his lips purse in displeasure, looking at the back of San’s head. If he noticed, he didn’t seem phased in the slightest, handing each of them a small, hand-held rake-like tool. 

"You're lookin' for the ones that have some browning in the lower leaves. These garden forks can loosen up the soil around them so you can get the bulbs out. Once you do, set it in your baskets." San instructed, moving aside and kneeling. 

Wooyoung watched as Kibum got right to it, with Changbin and Yeonjun exchanging a look and pairing off to begin their harvesting. Wooyoung lingered for a moment before he stepped a bit closer to San, kneeling and glancing at him. 

San was much faster than anyone he'd ever seen before, and Wooyoung’s brow furrowed in no time. San noticed his lack of movement and glanced at him before sending him a charming smile, his eyes crinkling and his dimples deep as he slowly raked his fork over the soil, carefully softening it. He checked the stem, running his thumbs over the bottom leaves. Wooyoung followed the motion with his eyes, noticing the browning at the base. He burrowed his fingers into the softened soil, digging in slightly before he gently worked the bulb out, no longer trying to be subtle in his silent instruction. 

“Like this.” He smiled, chuckling at the way Wooyoung’s cheeks darkened ever so slightly in embarrassment. Wooyoung coughed ever so slightly and shied, looking down at the plants in front of him. He panicked, grabbing the first one and pulling, completely forgetting some of the steps. San opened his mouth to correct him gently, letting out a small ‘oop-’ when he watched Wooyoung rip the stalk clean apart from the rest of the bulb. 

He stared at the greenery in his hand before looking at the ground, an offended expression crossing his face. San snorted, a full-blown laugh leaving his lips as Wooyoung turned his gaze over to him. 

“You- are you laughing at me?” he inquired, letting out a scandalized gasp. San bit his lip, eyes drifting away from Wooyoung’s betrayed expression as his shoulders bobbed. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It was just very cute.” he reached down, softening the soil and gently digging the bulb from the ground. 

“What you want to do is gently work it out of the soil by the bulb, not the stem. When we clean off the bulbs later, we actually secure the stems together in bundles and then let them dry, so we want to try to leave the bulbs and stems as intact as we can.” San scooted closer, his knee brushing against Wooyoung’s as he used the garlic stem beside the one Wooyoung had failed to harvest properly. Wooyoung watched him closely, copying him step by step and triumphantly wiggling his own garlic bulb free. 

“I did it!” He grinned. San smiled and nodded. 

“You did it. I’ll be right here to help you out if you need it. Please don’t hesitate to ask. I’m right beside you.” San encouraged him with a gentle tone of voice that made Wooyoung’s heart stutter. He smiled in thanks and got back to work. 

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before he groaned, sweat rolling down his brow. San had stepped aside to check on Yeonjun and Changbin, laughing at something Wooyoung’s ears couldn’t pick up on. The cicadas chirped loudly, the sound echoing through the fields as San turned his head, catching Wooyoung’s gaze out of the corner of his eye. 

“You look thirsty. I have some water bottles in the car, let me go bring them for ya.” He jogged down the trail, heading back to the car. Wooyoung looked down at his basket, proud of what he had already done, when an old farmer made his way up to them. 

“Good morning!” Kibum noticed him first, bowing in greeting. His three proteges followed suit, bowing in acknowledgment. The farmer sent them a pleased smile. 

“New folks, huh? It’s nice to see some city folks out here gettin’ their hands dirty. Here, I’ll share some with you all.” He reached into his basket, handing over some of the bulbs he had harvested, not so subtly checking how many they had gotten in their time out in the field compared to his own. He made a small hum, grabbing a few extra bulbs for Wooyoung. 

“Here ya go. I hope you lot enjoy our little village while you’re here. I will say though…” he lowered his voice, glancing in the direction San had left in. 

“I’d be careful around that one. He ain’t right.” He whispered. Wooyoung felt his smile fall, the hospitality the man had given him a moment before now revealing itself to be a ruse. Kibum narrowed his gaze instantly behind the man’s head. 

“What does that mean, exactly?” he pressed, keeping his voice even, though his tone didn’t raise above a stiff, neutral volume. 

“He’s an odd one, is what I’m sayin. I’d just be careful, just a word of advice.” He laughed at something none of them found humorous, making his way down the opposite path as San began to return, holding a cooler full of beverages for them. 

“Sorry for taking so long-” He paused, noticing the four men watching the farmer leave. Wooyoung’s brows pulled together in concern, shifting his attention over to San. Before he could think to ask him what the man could possibly mean, he watched San fidget, his grip nearly white-knuckled on the cooler’s handles before he shook his head and set it down, putting his dimpled smile back on. 

It didn’t reach his eyes this time. 

“C’mon, everyone. I packed some things to drink in here and Chae-noona made sandwiches and stuff for us. I think a break is in order.” 

Wooyoung shook off the bitter feeling that had manifested itself in his stomach and moved to sit beside San, sending him a smile. 

“You’re prepared. Thanks so much for your hard work.” He thanked him and took a seat in the dirt. Yeonjun and Changbin followed suit, all of them thanking San and sitting in a circle with him. San looked taken aback at first, eyes widening before he relaxed, sending them a thankful smile. Kibum smiled and nodded in approval, sitting with the younger men and enjoying their breaks together. 

-7pm- 

Wooyoung sat by the windowsill once again, sending messages back and forth to Yeosang, his mom, and some of his other friends at home. 

Or, trying to, anyway. 

He really did have to get used to being out in the sticks. 

San came in after a moment, yawning as he climbed into bed. Wooyoung followed the motion with his eyes. San layed down hugging his pillow, letting out a sigh as he put his head into it. Wooyoung tilted his head to the side. 

“That was a pretty big sigh there. You alright?” He inquired. San didn’t move for a moment or two, and Wooyoung almost thought he hadn’t heard him. He opened his mouth to ask again, but San shifted, looking at him. 

“Can I ask you a question? You don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable.” 

Wooyoung unconsciously sat up straighter, looking at him with his undivided attention. 

“Go ahead, I doubt you’ll make me uncomfortable.” 

San paused for a moment, letting out a small laugh that didn’t sound genuine as he fixed his gaze on Wooyoung. 

“What did that guy say out in the field? You all looked…angry when you came back.” 

Wooyoung’s expression immediately soured. San noticed but didn’t say anything else, waiting to see if he would let him in on what had made them respond like that. 

“He came up to us and was really nice, but then he said some weird shit about you being ‘odd’ and ‘not right’ and it was really rude. Who does that?” Wooyoung crossed his arms and San looked away for a moment, sighing. 

“A lot of the people in this village think I’m a bit…off. I understand if you don’t wanna sleep in the same room as me anymore. I can sleep on the couch or somethin’.” He murmured. Wooyoung sent him an incredulous look, laughing. 

“Why? You’ve been nothing but nice to me. I’m not gonna just listen to some random person who’s clearly speaking in bad faith over someone who’s been nothing but sweet and kind to me. Besides, even if something about you was different , that doesn’t give anyone the right to act like that with people accompanying you. Jiyong-hyung and Chaerin-noona wouldn’t just let anyone be around their kid without checking their background thoroughly and making sure they were safe. As far as I see it, if they trust you, and the old man trusts you, I do too.” Wooyoung stood and made a point to come to the bed, plopping down beside San with a force that made them bounce for a moment before they settled in their respective places. 

San made a surprised noise and looked at him in surprise before blinking. 

“....Just like that? You’re not gonna ask?” 

“I think that may be the problem here. It's none of my business right now. If you want to tell me what he could be talking about, that’s perfectly fine. If you don’t, that’s fine too. I just met you, I don’t expect you to pour your heart out to me and tell me your entire life story in 24 hours because some guy was trying to be a jerk out in a garlic field. I’m going to learn who you are from this experience and our time together. You’re more than welcome to tell me whatever you’d like whenever you’d like, and I’ll be happy to listen if and/or when you do, but until that conversation comes, it’s none of my business.” Wooyoung spoke a mile a minute, and San just watched the side of his face in wide-eyed wonder, brows up in surprise. Once he was done, he smiled and the stress that had gathered in his shoulders melted away. 

“I’ll work hard, then.” He quietly responded. Wooyoung rolled his eyes and rolled to face him, their faces much closer and their hands brushing as he looked at San. 

“You don’t have to work hard. You just have to be you.” 

San searched his eyes quietly before smiling and letting out a small nod. 

“I see. I understand. Thank you.” 

Satisfied, Wooyoung nodded and rolled over, his back to San. 

“Now get some rest. I’m tired as hell and I know you’ll inevitably wake me up at ass crack o clock for more good ol’ farming.” He playfully cooed, trying to mimic San’s natural Satoori. San let out a hum and rolled over, as well. 

“Fair enough. Good night, Wooyoung.” 

“Mmm. Goodnight, San.” 

-The Next Week-

Wooyoung had woken up the moment San had begun stirring. The aches from the days before had settled in his bones, and he wasn’t in any real rush to get up. He’d been doing a myriad of different things since they’d started their work here in Namhae, and Wooyoung had long since stopped complaining about the manual labor. He actually found it quite enjoyable to be able to harvest some of his own food and then cook them later. 

The smile Kibum had let out when he admitted that one night during dinner prep made an embarrassed flush rush to his cheeks, but he simply huffed and continued cooking while explaining every step to his audience consisting of Jongho, Gahyeon, Eric, and San. 

Speaking of, in the present, San moved about the room quietly, scratching his head as he shook off his own tiredness. Each step was careful and deliberate, nearly cat-like in manner as he moved without a sound, navigating the room in the dark. 

Wooyoung watched him with half-lidded eyes, lifting his head slightly. 

Before he could open his mouth to greet him, San peeled his shirt off and over his head, tossing it into a basket situated near the door. Wooyoung felt his mouth go dry, watching the muscles ripple across the expanse of San’s back as he shuffled about the drawer for a different shirt. 

Anything he had to say immediately went out of the window as he admired the man, transfixed on his form as San muttered to himself about ‘looking good’. It took everything in Wooyoung to not blow his cover and just blurt that he already did look good. San finally found one, plucking a black T-shirt from his drawer and putting it on in one fluid motion. He grabbed the waistband of his sleeping pants and Wooyoung feigned rolling over, deciding to give the man some privacy. He’d oggled enough as is, and he’d feel like a creep looking at any more of San without permission. 

“Hm?” San notice his pseudo-rousing and paused in changing, looking over his shoulder. Wooyoung pretended to snuggle into the pillow, his heart thundering in his chest as he heard San shift somewhere behind him. He came closer, leaning down to gently push some of Wooyoung’s bangs out of his face. Wooyoung nearly twitched, his fingers flexing against the pillow as he heard San quietly sigh. 

“Don’t ruin it, San.” He quietly muttered to himself before he pulled away, clearing his throat and gently shaking Wooyoung’s shoulder, leaning a respectable distance from him. Wooyoung opened his eyes, making a few mutters that made him seem like he was disoriented and only just now awakening. San sent him a smile, though he didn’t meet his eyes as enthusiastically as he usually did. 

“Hey. Sorry, but we should probably get an early start today. We’re going fishing and it’s best to get out there before too many of the other villagers head out and we have to worry about the fish not biting from the crowd.” he let him know in a gentle tone. Wooyoung looked up at him, feeling a conflicted emotion as San turned and headed out with the pair of pants he was going to change into, clearly intending to change elsewhere. 

He ran a hand through his hair, ruffled it about, and then pushed himself up off of the bed. 

-8am-

“So you think he’s hot? I personally think it’s great.” Yeonjun crossed his arms as he sat beside Wooyoung, slightly queasy from the boat ride. Wooyoung nearly threw his hands up to get him to be quiet, making a series of noises that were unintelligible. 

“Shut the fuck up before he hears you!” Wooyoung hissed, smacking him in the arm. Yeonjun let out a  yelp and shoved his shoulder, scowling at him. 

“What’s the problem? We’re gonna be stuck here for months anyway, might as well have fun if that’s what you wanna do. Besides, if it keeps you distracted from the trainwreck back home with Yeosang, maybe you do need a distraction.” 

Wooyoung nearly hit him again, frowning. He’d been infatuated with their mutual best friend for longer than he could remember, but it seemed like he would always kindly rebuff his advances or was just flat-out too oblivious to realize that they were, in fact, advances in the first place. 

He looked down at his shoes and Yeonjun caught the crestfallen look on his face, frowning. 

“Look, I’m not speaking bad on Yeosang, I never would, but I just think if you finally have someone else in your sights that has caught your fancy, you should go for it. Besides, if it doesn’t work out well, who cares? You’ll be going back home after the summer is over and you can pretend you didn’t take an L if you do fumble.” Yeonjun tried to tease, but his playful smile fell as he watched Wooyoung’s gaze drift to the other side of the boat where San had been helping Changbin set up his rod. 

Wooyoung didn’t laugh along with his teasing and Yeonjun hummed, hugging him from the side. 

“Chin up, bestie. You’re not bagging anything with your eyes all puppy-dog-like and pouty.” He told him before he stood and cleared his throat. 

“San! Can you help Woo next? He’s really eager to learn!” he called. Wooyoung’s eyes widened and San looked over, smiling and nodding. He jogged over and stopped in front of the two of them, holding a rod in each hand. 

“Okay, I’ll be happy to help.”

Yeonjun took one rod and smiled at him. 

“I actually know how to fish. My boyfriend taught me a while ago, I’ll head over there, you can teach Woo, though.” He smiled and strode away, leaving San shell-shocked as he watched him go. Wooyoung let out an exasperated sigh, looking up at San, waiting for his usual eager instruction. Instead, he looked like his brain had shut down completely, blinking owlishly. 

“His-” He didn’t even finish, but Wooyoung could see the thoughts in his mind running a mile a minute as he opened and closed his mouth. 

Wooyoung tilted his head, ready to ask him if he was okay before everything clicked into place. 

-“You could always move to the city, live with some like-minded folks.”

“I can’t say I haven’t considered it after the festival incident.” 

“I’d be careful around that one, he ain’t right.”

“He’s an odd one, is all I’m sayin’.” -

Wooyoung reached and gently touched his wrist, startling his attention forward. San looked at him and he sent him a smile. 

“He means Soobin. They’re really cute. I think you’d love to meet him someday. He’s a pretty athletic type like you and Changbin. I think it’d be nice if we all got to introduce you to some people in our circles, to be honest. Chan and Yeji would probably immediately adopt you to like, best friend status.” He told him. San looked at him, then back at Yeonjun, watching him laugh and chatter with Changbin before he fixed his gaze on Wooyoung once more. 

“F-friends? All of these people are friends of yours?” There was a slight shake to his voice, a temporary fumble before he caught himself. Wooyoung took the fishing rod and walked to the edge of the boat. 

“Teach me how to cast this and I’ll tell you more. Early bird gets the worm, right?” he grinned. San nodded, clearing his throat and instructing him on how to safely cast his line after choosing his bait. Once their lines were all out, Wooyoung leaned on the rail, the sea salt twinged air blowing his bangs as he looked out at the ocean. 

“Let’s see. Soobin is Yeonjun’s boyfriend of like, three years? Chan and Changbin have been dating for like five, and Yeji joined their relationship like two years ago-” 

“Wait.”San looked at him, eyes widened in surprise. Wooyoung laughed.

“They’re polyamorous. It’s honestly so cute and mushy when the three of them are together, even if they do like to playfully bully Changbin, it’s all in good fun.” Wooyoung put his chin in his palm and looked out at the sea. San watched him for a while. 

“So…is the Yeosang person you keep mentioning your boyfriend, then? Unless you’re not into that I’m sorry for assuming-” San immediately began clumsily trying to backpedal before he even got a response. Wooyoung couldn’t help but to think he was cute. 

“Yeosang…I’ve had a crush on him for as long as I can remember. I don’t think he knows, though. I don't have a boyfriend right now.” He hummed, eyes looking at his line to make sure he wasn’t missing any potential fish biting. 

San looked at him, then fell into a comfortable silence, staring out with him. 

Wooyoung couldn’t help but to notice the smile that never left his lips as he enjoyed the lull of the boat and the ocean. 

-5pm-

“San, come here, I’ll show you how we make this stew. My mom used to make it all the time.” Wooyoung beckoned San over, smiling as he all but darted across the room, eyes wide like a child’s as he looked over Wooyoung’s shoulder. 

San watched his every move and soon stood beside him, copying him without a word, his eyes narrowed from his focus. Wooyoung laughed suddenly, drawing his attention up to his face instead of the fish he had been cleaning. 

“What?” He inquired. Wooyoung sent him a teasing look. 

“You look really handsome when you focus like that. You get this cute little furrow in your brow.” He complimented. San paused, a blush creeping up to his ears. 

Wooyoung smiled devlishly, proud of himself as he turned his attention back to the fish. 

“So then after you clean it-” he continued on as normal, watching as San cleared his throat, trying-and failing-to hide the face he was caught off guard by Wooyoung’s flirting. 

Chaerin poked her head into the kitchen a few hours later, smiling as she saw all of the young men working together, watching as Yeonjun taught San some of the fruity drink recipes and Changbin let him taste test the meat he had been searing on the other side of the kitchen. The four laughed like old friends, and it warmed her heart to hear San finally have some friends. 

She pushed herself off of the door frame and sat down at the table, kissing each of her babies on the head before they all got back to working on a puzzle to pass the time. 

When they finally sat down at the table to eat later, the sound of laughter filled the room, drifting throughout the home until late into the evening. It had been nice to see San laugh and talk with people his age. The light blush on his cheeks brought a smile to her face that she hid behind the rim of her wine glass. 

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The next month had been…something. One of three down, and it seemed after that faithful day, something had shifted between San and Wooyoung. The two worked so well together, one would be easily fooled into thinking they had been close for years themselves. 

Wooyoung had gained more of a keen eye for some of the villagers looking at the four interact with each other. It was five including the times Kibum would come along, though he had begun to pull back and let them explore on their own time. 

They were never outwardly hostile, but some of them did make a point to not go near the quartet or would whisper behind their hands when they thought no one was looking after they would pass. Wooyoung wasn’t naive, he wasn’t a stranger to the concept of people being less than favorable when it came to another person’s preferences and lifestyle, but something about the whole ordeal made him especially angry because San had been so isolated in the home town he’d clearly loved so much over something so fucking stupid . 

Wooyoung had stuck to him like glue because of it, choosing to go with him whenever San was out and about, be it for working out in the fields or out at sea or just for recreational exploration of the island. Yeonjun and Changbin would give them their alone time occasionally, thoughWooyoung never prompted either of them for it. 

He was grateful they did, however. 

San had gotten comfortable with him in their time together, brushing against him at nearly every possible opportunity, hugging him from behind, even playfully tilting his chin up here and there when he caught him off guard and spacing out. 

All of it made his heart thrum in anticipation, but he’d always been left hanging, neither of them taking that extra step forward to commit to…whatever this flirting had been. 

It had been driving him quite crazy, if Wooyoung was being honest. 

Today they stayed inside, sprawled out on the floor with a small fan circulating between the two of them. It was scorching outside, and today had been the first day all of them agreed to stay inside and not do any farming. 

Yeonjun made a point to grab Changbin, saying something about teaching the little ones how to make homemade ice cream before he tugged him downstairs, leaving Wooyoung alone with San. The Namhae native set down a glass of juice beside Wooyoung before he tugged at his shirt a few times, muttering something about needing a bigger fan or finally investing in a new aircon. 

Wooyoung watched him out of the corner of his eye, his lips curling up teasingly. 

“If it’s too hot, just take your shirt off.” 

San paused, looking at him with a brow arched. A month ago, he would have blushed up to his ears and probably would have declined with a flustered stammer, but now, Wooyoung found him not backing down from his teasing gaze. His own lips quirked as he tilted his head up, looking down at him with a look Wooyoung swore was more sultry than anything he’d ever seen on the slightly older man’s face. 

“I bet you’d like it if I did, huh?” 

Wooyoung sat up himself, sizing him up and smiling back despite the furious ba thumps of his heart. 

“And if I say I would? Then what?” 

“Then prove it. You can take it off of me if you’d be so inclined.” 

A beat of silence stretched between the two of them and San’s expression almost broke, his words catching up to him and his heart nearly leaping out of his chest when he realized how forward he had been. Before he could apologize, Wooyoung pushed himself up off of the floor, standing in front of him and tugging him forward by his belt hoops. 

San nearly stumbled, a surprised look on his face as he looked at Wooyoung. Wooyoung swallowed down any nervousness he felt, his face dangerously close to San’s as he ran his thumbs over the end of his shirt. 

“I really will take it off. If you don’t mind, that is.” Wooyoung gave him a moment to reconsider. San held his gaze for a moment before he lifted his arms, nodding and breathing out a quiet; ' Go ahead.’

Wooyoung pulled it up and over his head, tossing it to the side. He didn’t immediately look down at his chest, instead fixing his gaze on San’s face once more, taking in his expression to make sure he hadn’t been made uncomfortable. 

It was quite the contrary, actually, and instead, he looked at him with slightly parted lips, his chest rising and falling a bit quicker than normal. Neither of them spoke for what felt like forever, but once again, Wooyoung spoke up. 

“If you want, you can take mine off, too.” 

San’s jaw settled for a brief moment, and Wooyoung had a passing thought of how it would feel to cup it in his hands. San reached for his shirt, fingers hesitating. 

“You don’t think this is weird? That I’m weird? ” 

Wooyoung put his hands over his and closed them on his shirt. 

“I don’t know what the people in this village have said to you before, but no. This isn’t weird. San, you don’t have to walk on eggshells around me when it comes to this. I understand.” He murmured. San grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head with a surprising gentleness, his hands hovering just off of Wooyoung’s hips, unsure of where to place them. Wooyoung noticed and stepped closer into his space, feeling the heat radiate from his chest. 

“You’re staring.” Wooyoung purred. San nodded, clearing his throat and looking away bashfully. 

“Sorry. You’re really..uh.”

“Pretty? Attractive? Sexy as fuck?” Wooyoung teased. 

“Yeah. All of those. And then some.” 

Wooyoung felt his cheeks grow hotter, staring at San’s honest expression before he finally took the time to drift his eyes down his body. He’d seen San in skin-tight tank tops and t-shirts before, even seen his back bare a few times, but this had been the first time San had faced him while shirtless. 

You, uh, could certainly tell he was a man who did extensive amounts of manual labor. Despite the fact that a month had passed of them working together, Wooyoung had never seen him from the front. And his ogling was a bit more than telling. 

San watched him with a quiet gaze, not saying anything. Wooyoung looked like he wanted to run his hands over his abdomen, touch and feel all of his defined muscles, but he simply bit his lip. 

“Y’know, this is the first time in a while I’ve been speechless like this.” 

San felt an excited flutter in his chest as he reached and lifted Wooyoung’s chin, a gentle movement he’d done countless times before in their recent time together. Wooyoung looked up instantly, staring into his eyes. 

“I…I’m pretty sure I’m just as caught off guard.” He responded, his thumb idly running over Wooyoung’s cheek. Wooyoung waited for a moment before he hummed, noticing San not making any other movements. He thought back to Yeonjun-and later Changbin’s-encouragement for him to just let loose and have fun while here and spoke up. 

“You look really kissable like this, you know.” 

San’s thumb paused instantly, his eyes widening ever so slightly. He opened his mouth, a quiet, yet scrambled noise leaving his lips until Wooyoung put his hand on his own cheek, mirroring him. 

“Do I look kissable, San?” He continued, turning his head ever slightly to kiss San’s palm. San’s hand twitched ever so slightly, but he didn’t back away from him, nodding. Wooyoung sent him a fake pout. 

“I can’t hear you, Sannie. Do I look kissable to you? Would you kiss me?” He teased, pressing another chaste kiss to San’s palm. San’s fingers flexed and he turned his head back fully, staring into Wooyoung’s eyes. 

“Are you teasing me?” 

“Yes and no. I really want you to kiss me, but I’m trying to behave myself because I see you’re terrified.” 

San’s expression was unreadable for a moment before he closed the distance between them, pressing his lips against Wooyoung’s. The city boy hummed, pleased with the initiation, and kissed him back, his hand sliding from San’s face to cup the back of his neck. 

San broke the kiss much sooner than Wooyoung would have preferred, looking at him in surprise. Wooyoung made a small ‘nuh uh’ noise, pulling him back in for more, peppering his lips with small, chaste kisses that eventually lasted longer and longer until the two of them were making out in the middle of the living room. 

Wooyoung pushed him back gently making him sit on the couch as he sat down and straddled him. 

San panted, setting his hands on Wooyoung’s waist, looking up at him with a blush on his cheeks and his eyes slightly blown. Wooyoung smiled, arching a brow as he cocked his head to the side. 

“You could grab my ass, you know. I don’t think you have to be so polite with touching me, yknow.” 

San looked at him before he slowly lowered his grip, squeezing handfuls of Wooyoung’s ass as he kissed his Adam’s apple. 

“You didn’t say you were comfortable with that, yet.” 

Wooyoung smiled, running his fingers through his hair and leaning into his ear. 

“I’m comfortable for a lot more than this, but if I tell you all that entails, we might make a mess of this couch.” He purred. San’s fingers flexed as he let out a breathy ‘holy fuck?’ followed by his usual boy next door laugh, though it was much airier than Wooyoung had ever heard it before. 

“You city folk really are somethin’, huh?” 

Wooyoung shrugged his shoulder. 

“Trying to be subtle never got my message across before. I think Yeonjun’s right and I should be a bit more forward with things I want.” 

San hummed and tilted his head to the side, gazing up at Wooyoung. 

“And what do you want?” 

“More kisses. Your hands all over me. Your cock down my throat.” 

San blinked in surprise and Wooyoung laughed quietly, sitting directly on his cock. 

“You’re biiig , you know that?” Wooyoung purred, tilting his head as he rutted his ass back. San inhaled sharply through his teeth, hips bucking slightly as Wooyoung slowly rolled and rocked his hips back and forth. He smiled at the expression on his face, leaning close and kissing the shell of San’s ear. 

“Of course, you know that. Are you pent-up? It’s been a month and I’m pretty sure you haven’t touched yourself. Does it ache, Sannie?” He hummed, nipping his earlobe. 

“That’s- fuck- that’s unfair, Wooyoung.” 

“Tell me what you want to do, San.” 

"I don’t-I don’t know- anyone could walk in on us.” San panted, though his actions didn’t match his words, still grinding his cock against Wooyoung’s ass. Wooyoung cupped his cheek and met his eye, his own half-lidded. 

“We could always move, you know. Our bedroom is down the hall.” He casually reminded him, running a finger down his chest. San swallowed dryly before he picked Wooyoung up effortlessly. Wooyoung yipped, eyes widening for a moment before he clung to him. San walked them directly to the aforementioned room. 

He set Wooyoung down with a gentle motion, making sure he held the back of his head before setting it in the center of his pillow. Wooyoung didn’t let go, however, pulling him down and wrapping one of his toned thighs around his waist. San grunted in surprise before kissing him, placing his palms by either side of his head to brace himself. 

Wooyoung’s fingers ran up his back, kneading and lightly clawing at his muscles as they kissed, moaning into San’s mouth as he rolled his hips down, their bulges grinding against one another. San swallowed the sound, moving one of his hands, running calloused fingers down Wooyoung’s neck, collar, chest (stopping to trace the black ink adorning his ribs), and torso, hooking a finger in his waistband and tugging teasingly. 

“Should I take them off now, Woo? Hm?” 

Wooyoung narrowed his eyes at him, opening his mouth to tell him off for daring to turn and tease him, like that's not what he had been doing to San this whole time. Anything he had to say fell flat the moment San’s hand disappeared into his shorts, grabbing his cock and arching a brow at the strangled gasp that tumbled out of Wooyoung’s lips. 

Wooyoung moaned as San stroked him nice and slow, leaning into his ear, 

“You’re talking about how hard I got, look at you. Do I get the treat of hearing more of those pretty moans, Wooyoung?” He purred, twisting his wrist on every upstroke, watching Wooyoung’s expressions like a hawk. Wooyoung’s eyes slipped closed as he breathed out a shaky ‘yes, please.’ San smiled to himself, whispering sweet nothings as he jerked him off, loving every small gasp and whine that came from Wooyoung’s lips and the way he tried-and failed-to keep his voice down as San teased the underside of his cock with his thumb. 

“San~”

“Yes, baby? You’re singing for me, it sounds so good.” San’s satoori rattled around his head and Wooyoung shuddered, grabbing the waistband to his shorts and shoving them down to his knees, sighing at the relief he felt the moment he did. 

San’s eyes drifted down to Wooyoung’s flushed cock, smiling as he rolled his fingers over the tip, smearing precum all over the crown. 

“You’re making a mess. You can cum whenever you want to, baby. I’m not going to stop you.” He encouraged, placing encouraging kisses on Wooyoung’s collar and neck as he watched his cock out of the corner of his eye. 

“San-nn…fuck, San slow down I really will cum if you keep going.” He shuddered, his hips bucking, thrusting into San’s fist despite his pleas. San, however, listened without complaint, slowing his motions and kissing the corner of Wooyoung’s eye as he looked at his expression. 

“I could cum just from looking at you like this.” He hummed, leaning close. Wooyoung met him halfway, pawing at his pants, silently urging him to join him in his nudity. San obliged and reluctantly let him go, sitting up on his knees to unbutton his pants. Wooyoung’s eyes immediately gravitated downwards, biting his lip at that neatly trimmed trail that disappeared into his boxers that he’d only seen glimpses of. San tossed his pants and boxers into the hamper, turning to give his attention back to Wooyoung and smiling at the way Wooyoung stared at him, biting his thumbnail. 

“I want you back on top of me,” San spoke, laying down on his side of the bed. Wooyoung laughed quietly and tossed a leg over his hip, straddling him and sliding down so their cocks were flush against one another. 

“My, you’re awfully bossy.” 

San hummed, not denying the claim as he held Wooyoung’s ass, grinding and rutting so their cocks once more slid against each other and each man’s abs. Wooyoung sighed in pleasure, bucking his hips and closing his eyes as he let San match him below, feeling steadied by the country boy’s firm grip on his ass. San moaned his name below him, making a mess as his precum smeared onto Wooyoung’s abs cock. 

“Kiss…mm Wooyoung c'mere-” 

Wooyoung nearly fell forward as San pulled him down gently, hand cupped on the back of his neck. He adjusted himself, his chest against San’s, their heartbeats both erratic and frantic as they kissed, groaning ever so slightly as they continued to grind and rut on each other. Wooyoung spread his legs wider, a needy hitch in his breath coming out then he felt San's rough fingers rolling over his rim. He shuddered, lifting his hips high, but San only squeezed his ass with his free hand and brought him back flush against his body with a firm tug. 

"I want you to cum like this, pretty boy. Make a mess of the abs you wanted to see so bad." He purred. Wooyoung gasped and bucked, clenching on nothing as he struggled between which he wanted more of, San's kisses, his voice, his fingers along his rim, or his cock between his legs.

" San ." Wooyoung pleaded needily, his body quivering against San’s. 

“C’mon, baby. I got you. I’ll take care of you.” He urged, his own voice sounding strained as Woouyoung groaned in his arms. Wooyoung kissed him desperately to keep himself from possibly raising his voice to a level that would get them caught. 

San groaned back, inhaling sharply as Wooyoung tugged his hair, cumming messily against his abs as instructed. San purred, mumbling praises between kisses as he let out a sigh, cumming a minute or two after him. 

The two men sat in each other’s arms, panting as they reeled. Once he’d gathered his bearings, Wooyoung looked down, cheeks darkening at the mess left behind. 

“Shit, man, you really were pent up, huh?” 

San looked down at the mess splayed across his stomach and laughed airily, letting his head thump against the pillows.

“Hah…yeah, I guess you can say that.” 

-8pm-

Wooyoung swung his feet as he sat on a bench outside a convenience store San and he had walked to. The night air had been a much-needed 180 from the temperature earlier. He held San’s jean jacket over his shoulders as he waited for him, smiling up at him as San jogged outside, two bags full of snacks in either hand. 

“Hey, you could have come inside.” He told him, smiling as he fished out a Melona bar for Wooyoung. He shrugged a shoulder, looking up at the moon. 

“It felt nice out here.” was his response. San hummed and nodded, his eyes spotting an old couple across the way sending them a weird look before whispering amongst themselves. 

“Isn’t that…”

“Mhm, I think it is. What a shame, he grew up to be such a handsome boy. What a waste.”

San’s jaw ticked ever so slightly and Wooyoung followed his gaze. He frowned when he noticed the duo as well and looked back at San. The countryman sent him a smile that didn’t meet his eyes and pointed behind him. 

“We should head back. The little ones are waiting-oh!”He let out a noise of surprise as Wooyoung stood and hooked arms with him, marching back inside the convenience store. 

“Wooyoung? What’s up-”

“You forgot something.” He murmured, looking up and down the aisles. San stumbled a few times before he managed to match Wooyoung’s steps. 

“I did? What is it? Why are you in such a rush-”

Wooyoung didn’t answer him, smiling and letting out an ‘aha!’ as he finally found what he was looking for. San peeked over his shoulder, cheeks going beet red as Wooyoung plucked a box of condoms from the shelf and a bottle of lube. He looked at the label, nose scrunching before putting the bottle back and grabbing one beside it. San stared at him, his eyes the size of dinner plates as Wooyoung meticulously dragged him up and down the aisle, grabbing a few more things before he marched up to the counter, setting everything down. 

The cashier looked at everything before looking at the two of them over the rim of her glasses, arching a brow. San didn’t say a word, completely stun locked into place, while Wooyoung merely arched a brow back at her, waiting. 

“Did you want everything erm…in the same bag?” 

“Yep, it's all going to the same place.” 

She nodded, clearing her throat and scanning each product. Wooyoung paid her without incident and pulled San out, making a point to make eye contact with the old couple that had been whispering about San before. Once they spotted him, he leaned in and planted a kiss on San’s cheek, smiling at the way the dimpled man instantly blushed all the way down his neck, flustered babble leaving his mouth as Wooyoung proudly pulled him in the direction of Chaerin’s house.

“Wooyoung-”

“They made you uncomfortable. Fuck em. Besides, I wanted a kiss.”

San looked at him, a vulnerable look crossing his face, 

“Even out here?” 

“Especially out here. Fuck 'em.” Wooyoung repeated. San looked at him for a long moment before he reached down, holding Wooyoung’s hand. He didn’t get the chance to ask if it was okay before he felt a reassuring squeeze. He smiled, turning his attention back in front of him. 

They walked about two blocks in comfortable silence before San spoke. 

“This town has several festivals.” He started, his footsteps matching Wooyoung. Wooyoung looked at him out of the corner of his eye, making a small sound to let him know he was listening. San took a deep breath, squeezing Wooyoung’s hand. 

“It’s kind of a tradition in this place to ask out someone of your fancy to accompany you to one of them. I asked a boy in my grade in my last year of high school. It didn’t go well.” 

Wooyoung frowned, rubbing his knuckles. San’s voice didn’t waver as he spoke, his arm occasionally brushing against Wooyoung’s as he walked with him. 

“No one got violent or anything if you’re worried. I’ve heard some…unsavory stories about these kinds of things not going well in other places with people who see folks like me…”He looked at their hands. “Folks like us …I’ve heard some scary things. I guess in the grand scheme of things, I can be grateful all that happened was some mockery and the village deciding I was ‘weird’ and ‘not right’ and deciding to keep their distance from me unless absolutely necessary.” he muttered. 

Wooyoung moved to stand in front of him. 

“No. While I’m glad no one hurt you…physically, you’re hurt emotionally. And that’s just as important. They have no right to treat you like this. A whole village turning on someone? Trying to label you as some kind of freak for just loving someone differently? Fuck. Them.” Wooyoung hissed out, leaving no room for opposition. San looked down at him and smiled. 

“Y’know, I’m really grateful for people like Chaerin-noona and Jiyong-hyung. If it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t have even known there were people out there who don’t care. Who will stand beside me and see me for who I am. I wouldn’t have met you.” He murmured the last bit quietly. Wooyoung smiled, opening his mouth to say he was grateful for being able to meet him when he noticed a sad look cross San’s face. 

“I don’t know what I’m going to do when you leave.” 

Wooyoung felt like he’d crashed through a windshield, that one sentence sobering him instantly. 

That’s right. He’s only here one summer. And one-third of it was already gone. 

Wooyoung frowned, fidgeting. San noticed and panicked slightly. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean to bring the mood down like this. Please forgive me for runnin’ my mouth.” He frantically apologized and Wooyoung looked at him, pressing his lips together in a line before he shook his head. 

“San, are you a man who likes challenges?” He inquired. San looked at him with a tilted head. 

“Challenges? I…I don’t know? I mean I guess I do like challenging myself or something, but I don’t really get the opportunity to get competitive with others, if that’s what you mean.” 

“How about this? If I can make this the best summer ever for you, you come back to the city with me.” 

San stared at him with his lips parted, completely speechless. Wooyoung nodded, rubbing San’s knuckles. 

“It’s just an option but…Chae-noona did say she has her home back in Gangnam that you could live in…and you can even stay with me, I don’t mind. My hyungs Hongjoong and Seonghwa hyungs own a shop in town that gets a lot of business, I can ask them to hire you. If…if you want.” He stuttered through the sentence, fumbling his words in a way San had never seen him do since he’d met him. 

“You’d let me live with you? Just like that?” San inquired, his voice quiet, reserved. Wooyoung nodded, looking into his eyes, making sure he could see the truth shining in them. 

“If it’s not abundantly clear by now, I like you. Like, I really like you. And if I can be the selfish city boy for a bit, it would be devastating for me to leave this place and leave you behind, especially with all of these assholes treating you like an alien and the crunchiest internet connection and cell phone service known to man making it difficult to keep in contact with you if we do part.” 

San looked at him for a long time, his expression hard to read. Wooyoung felt anxiety creep up his spine the longer they went standing there, but he didn’t say a word, just waiting. 

After a while, San nodded. 

“Okay. I’ll take you up on that challenge.” He smiled. 

Wooyoung let out a relieved sigh before he gave him a quick peck. 

“Don’t scare me like that, oh my god.” He held his chest before moving from his spot in front of him, walking beside him once more. San smiled and his feet once again matched his pace.

“No one’s ever challenged me like that.” He chuckled. Wooyoung laughed, the nervousness still evident in his tone. 

“It’s not something I just go around doing, I assure you.”

San smiled as they walked through the front door, immediately having three little ones flying in his direction. He let Wooyoung’s hand go, bending down to scoop them up, when he noticed Jongho gravitate to Wooyoung instead, hugging his leg. Wooyoung looked just as surprised, kneeling to pet the brunette toddler. 

“You okay? What’s wrong?” 

“Missed Hyung.” 

Wooyoung’s gaze softened as he hugged him, picking him up and smiling as Jongho let out a ‘weeeeee!’ sound. 

“I missed you too, big guy!” He smiled. San watched him and felt like a weight had been rolled off of his shoulders. 

Wooyoung had challenged him, that much was for sure, but he probably hadn’t realized he’d already accepted the offer in his head. 

The real challenge, San decided, was to not make it completely obvious how infatuated he’d become with the city boy. 

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[aestheticpearl]

— 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐬

[𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫] lasko moore

“you okay?”

“hm? yeah yeah i’m—i’m okay, i’m calm cool uh collected” you can’t help but smile at him stumbling over his words.

“really now? cause it doesn’t seem like you’re calm cool and collected to me” you say placing your hand over his fidgeting one. “take a deep breath for me”

lasko obliges, closing his eyes and taking in a large breath to calm himself down. he knows there’s no reason so be nervous but his anxiety seems to be getting the better of him in the situation.

“i’m excited to meet your friends lasko, i’m sure they’re amazing people” you offer a reassuring smile.

“they—they are a-amazing people, i-i just—i’m not really sure w-why i’m so nervous” lasko has to admit he is a little frustrated with himself, he has no reason to be nervous but you do and yet you’re the one comforting him. “are you nervous?”

your gaze has been wondering looking for nothing in particular but once he asks the question you turn to look at him and squeeze his hand lightly. your nerves are through the roof but you’re trying not to let it show or else lasko would probably be freaking out more.

“of course i’m nervous, these people are your family”

“y-yeah” lasko shook his head to snap himself out of it. “yeah they are and i love you so they will too”

“you love me?” a blush spreads across lasko’s cheeks at the realization of his words.

“well y-yeah”

“you really mean that?” your eyes bore into his.

“of course i do”

“i love you too” you pull him into a hug and kiss the side of his head. “lasko that means so much to me”

“uh sweetie, you’re flurrying”

“huh? oh” you quickly shoo away the snowflakes that started falling due to your excitement at lasko’s words. “good thing it’s cold enough for that” you laugh.

lasko can’t help be stare lovingly at you, he really is in love with everything you do.

“you guys making a blizzard over here?” gavin cuts in.

“g-gavin!” lasko snaps out of his trance and quickly stands up, you do the same.

“lasko, is this the fire-contra elemental we’ve heard so much about?”

“that would be me, it’s nice to meet you” you shake his hand.

“oh believe me the pleasure is all mine, it’s nice to finally put a ethereal face to the name” you giggle at his flirt.

“the others are parking the car, they are very excited to meet you”

“really?” you feel lasko take your hand and give it a squeeze.

“well of course, all lasko does is talk about you now a days” you bite back a smile and look at the air elemental that is now hiding his face in your shoulder.

“i had no idea i was so popular”

“oh yeah you’re practically a celebrity” gavin grins.

you spot three more people over gavin’s shoulder as they call out to lasko. you can’t help be notice how tall they all are.

“hey you must be lasko’s partner” the large man points out.

“that’s me”

“sweet, i’m huxley and this is damien”

the other person is introduces themselves and you recognize them as the freelancer that is human born like lasko.

“it’s so great to finally meet you, lasko talks about you nonstop” you laugh again.

“o-okay we get it, i talk about them a lot” lasko declares embarrassingly.

“so damien, you’re a fire elemental right?”

“that’s me”

“so you’re like my cousin in the power department” you beam. “we are practically family”

“well of course you’re family, lasko really likes you so now you’re apart of the family” huxley interjects.

“i feel so honored, thank you”

“let’s go get dinner now, it’s starting to get cold” the freelancer speaks up and you nod following them into the restaurant you were standing outside of. lasko pulls you back as the other walk in and he plants a quick kiss on your lips.

“i love you and you’re going to smash this first impression” he smiles at you.

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[smirnoffswitchblade]

♡⸝⸝ about me .ᐟ

includes: introduction, dni/byf, etc . . .

— Finally im making an introduction after putting it off for a bit out of shyness (and laziness..+ being nervous, but i need to push myself to do things sometimes.) but i thought its time you guys know a little bit more about me! ^^

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒𓈒⠀. 𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

‼️ • MDNI • ‼️

♡ ····· introduction

• Hello there!! im Sammy, but i prefer to be called Sakura if we aren’t extremely close. <3

• Im 20 years old! Im also a biracial lady, Bisexual, and my pronouns are She/Her! Please refer to me as so when talking to/about me.

• Some of my hobbies include : Cosplay, editing, drawing, photography (beginner), dancing, gaming, writing, reading, and baking!

• I like to associate myself with certain animals, specifically raccoons/deer/rag-doll cats/lambs/bats! Personally i think they fit me very well..so thats why you may see me repost those specific animals from time to time. (cause i think they’re me! ^^)

Tagged with: #irlsaku

• My few of my interests are cosplay, video games, anime, manga, flowers, greek mythology, herbology, nymphology, gloomy coquette and lolita fashion. among others too!

• i love many little men right now..but mainly ive been very lovey dovey over ren hana/fox, strade, lawrence oleander, sano kojima and vincent metzger! their just my favorites at the moment and i tend to self indulge in a bunch of selfshipping with them (persona x canon and oc x canon too!..maybe i will post my btd/tpof ocs here someday.)

♡ ····· DNI / BYF

• DNI: Minors, ageless blogs, zoos/maps, ableist, racist, homophobic, transphobic, anti-xeno/neopronouns, i dont really have a big dni but these are my mains. I block freely.

• BYF: This account is my primary blog and it’s mostly just for me posting/spamming my brainrot of 18+ medias! (also made for self indulgence and other things but i wont speak on that too much) So please please if you are under the age of 18 or do not have an age stating that you are an adult in your bio you will be blocked! This blog and content is not made for your eyes to see and you can get others and the creators in legal trouble and yourself. Please stay safe and take care of yourself, Thank you.

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My sfw blog is @crunchysugarr so i wont mix my other medias with this one!

• I have ADHD/PTSD/anxiety and depression, please be mindful of these things when choosing to interact with me whether its in dms or my ask box!

• You can send anything (quite literally anything..) in my asks! I don’t mind it, but ill ignore it if i don’t feel comfortable answering it or if it makes me feel some type of way. Please remember i may take time to reply to them if you ever do send anything to my inbox. (I also ask that you don’t send me irl gore/animal gore/cp/etc in my ask box.)

- I tag my posts with my own hashtags, heres a few of them so you wont be confused about what I’m specifically trying to post!

- aesthetic: #sakuaesth

- rambling: #sakubabbles

- regular blogging: #sakuposting🌸

(This could change overtime but i don’t know if they will but if they do I’ll let you all know! I hate confusing others on accident, hope this helps somewhat!)

• Im still pretty new to the Boyfriend to Death fandom and other fandoms on here too, I’m always learning something new about these pieces of media every single day! so please don’t get upset if i say anything not really lore accurate (?) i guess.

• You can always dm me or reply in my posts freely! But please ask to dm me in my ask box if you do want to talk to me in private, i usually only chat on tumblr and not discord because only people i’m closest to have my discord. But feel free to ask to dm me and we can talk here on tumblr if thats fine with you <3

• Please be patient when it comes to me replying to messages/asks. Sometimes it can be a bit overwhelming knowing i have to reply to so many people so i may take some time to get back to you all depending on whats going on with me that day, i do have a life outside of tumblr thats way different from how i appear online! But just know i have no intentions of ignoring anybody, i just wanna try and talk to new people for once.

Note: i tend to use emoticons only because i just think they’re adorable simply and i like to use them when texting! (i dont know why i feel the need to specify this so much, or anything else for that matter..but i did!)

♡ ····· other / extra things

ill try and make this as short as possible so you wont have to do too much more reading.. sorry about that!! ^_^’

• on this account the specific content i intend to post is boyfriend to death (1&2), the price of flesh, ykmet, degrees of lewdity, lovers trophy, courtin’ cowboys, this is not romance, and Saw (2004)!

• i can give out some of my other socials below so feel free to follow them if you’d like to, or don’t! i would never force anything upon you or anyone. <3

Twitter: @/crunchysugarr

Pinterest: (the same as my twitter user)

• and i think thats really pretty much everything! i hope you enjoy my company and my blog, if theres any other questions you wanna ask to know other things about me that aren’t listed here then you are free to shoot me an ask anytime! (no pressure of course <3.) Im sure we will become good friends someday! take care ♡

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[thatlovinfeelin]

Flightless Bird | fifteen | Bradley Rooster Bradshaw

Synopsis: Josephine Wilson Miller is alone for the first time in her life. She got married after her first year of college and became a housewife, but that life is gone now. So she runs to San Diego, to her childhood best friend Jake, where she meets the man who could very well be her salvation.

series warnings: unplanned pregnancy, just pregnancy in general, talks of infertility. past mental and emotional abuse. anxiety. talks of women's reproductive systems (idk)

Jose was folding more baby clothes when Jake walked in the house, followed by Phoenix and Bradley. They all had big smiles on their faces, still dressed in their flight suits, which was unusual since Jose couldn’t stand the smell of jet fuel now. 

“We have something for you,” Jake announced, bouncing on the balls of his feet. 

“You have something for me?” Jose questioned slowly, putting the folded baby clothes into a little bin. 

“You won’t let us throw you a baby shower, and refuse gifts,” Phoenix explained, “So, we all improvised.”

Jose raised her eyebrows, one hand on her back and the other on her stomach, “Are you three going to tell me what’s going on? Excitement is a no no for me and little miss thing.”

The three of them looked at each other and smiled before Jake spoke up, “I’m going to move in with Phoenix, since she’s like a block away, and you, my dear dear JoJo, Are going to keep the house.”

Her head started shaking before he even finished the sentence, “No, I’ll find somewhere to go. I can’t let you leave your house! I can’t just live here, this is your place!”

Bradley moved forward, wrapping his arms around her, “Babe, both of you won’t fit in the second bedroom forever. Keep your bedroom, or turn it into the nursery and move into Jake’s.”

“But-”

“I started packing my shit last night,” Jake shrugged, “So, you don’t get to argue. My niece needs her own little space.”

“She’s been cramped for almost nine months,” Jose rolled her eyes, “They find comfort in being kinda squished for months after birth, you know that right? Like they have clothing for that exact thing.”

Jake shrugged, “I’m already moving,” he started walking down the hall, pulling at the zipper of his flightsuit, “Can’t stop me now.”

Jose looked up at Bradley and over at Phoenix for help, but the two seemed just as excited as Jake. Of course Jake and Phoenix would want to move in together eventually. But Jose didn’t expect it to be now, just before she gave birth. She needed Jake. 

“Excuse me,” Jose said quietly, wiggling from under Bradley’s arms. 

She made her way towards Jake’s room, he was still in his flightsuit but was taking off his watch and dog tags. He didn’t seem to notice her standing at his door, or the way her eyes were watering. She couldn’t do this without him, but she wasn’t sure how to tell him that. Jake needed to have his own life, Jose couldn’t be clutching onto him every second of everyday. 

“I need you to stay,” She said quietly, “I know you need to move on with your life, but Jake I’m about to give birth. I have no idea what I’m doing and I know you’re trying to help, but I can’t bring a baby home to a house with just me. Okay? I can’t be alone right now. I need you to stay, please.”

“Jo-”

“No, listen to me,” She pleaded, “I’m not asking for you to stay here forever, but please just for a little while longer. I know you want to move in with Nat, and I’m so happy for you guys. Really, I am. But I need to be selfish and keep you. Please let me keep you.”

He rushed forward and pulled her into his arms. His chin rested on top of her head as he held her. Jose’s whole body shook as she started to cry, and Jake knew he was responsible for it. He tried to push her into something she wasn’t ready for. He thought it was what was best for her, but that didn’t mean it was right. 

“I’m sorry,” He said gently, “I thought I was doing a good thing. But I didn’t think about how you would feel being left all alone. I won’t go anywhere, I promise. But we’re moving you into my room, it’s bigger.”

“Jake, I can’t take your bedroom,” Jose protested, still crying.

“I want you to take my room,” He promised, “You’ll need more space. The closest is bigger, and I can move some stuff over to Phoenix’s place.”

“This is still your house.”

“But I want it to be your house, your’s and little Florence’s.”

She still shook her head. She wasn’t sure how she would ever be able to raise a baby in a house all by herself. It didn’t seem logical for her to be able to do such a thing. Jose didn’t know the first thing about having a child or raising one.

“I can’t accept that, Jake,” She protested. 

“Well, you’re going to have to, it’s been decided,” Jake replied, kicking off his shoes, “Let me do this for you, Jose. Let me take care of both of you. I like doing it.”

“But you shouldn’t have to!” Jose nearly cried, “I should be able to provide for my daughter and I.”

“But right now, you don’t need to worry about any of that. You just need to worry about bringing her into the world. Okay? We can work out the rest later. Deal?”

“You aren’t going to let me say no, will you?” She questioned. 

“Not on this,” He replied honestly. 

She nodded slowly, which made Jake smile. He nodded too and stood up before pulling her in for a hug. Jose didn’t know what she would ever do without Jake. He was undoubtedly her rock. She had no idea what she would’ve done if Jake hadn’t taken her in. If she hadn’t met Phoenix, or Bradley. 

“Go shower,” Her nose scrunched up, “You smell.”

Jake laughed, letting her go. She went back out into the living room, where Phoenix and Bradley were waiting. She wanted to cry just knowing that she had people here to support her, people that loved her. 

“Next time, don’t spring something like this on me,” She warned, “I don’t do well with big surprises like this.”

“Noted,” Phoenix replied with a big smile, “I’m gonna head home and shower. Tell Jake I expect him over for dinner.”

“Yeah, I’ll take care of it,” Jose waved her off, “Thank you, Phoe.”

Jose grimmaced once Phoenix left, feeling the baby deliver a hard kick. Bradley seemed to instantly take notice, moving to put a hand on her back to support her. 

“Are you okay?” He questioned. 

“She’s kicking, hard,” Jose replied, letting out a breathy laugh, “Here, put your hand here.”

Bradley laughed when he felt another kick and dropped down to his knees too be at eye level with her bump, “Hey Kiddo. Look at you, being all strong. You’re so strong, just like your mom,” another kick, “Yeah, I know, she’s pretty cool. I really like your mama, okay? So take it easy on her, and me once you get here. On all of us, really, we’re all learning together.”

Jose chocked back tears as best as she could. Jake talked to her stomach, but in a Jake way. Constantly joking around and often poking it, because he wanted to be the ‘funcle’. But she never imagined she would experience this, someone she really cared about or maybe even loved, talking to her daughter like this. 

“Between you and me, I think I might love her,” He whispered so softly Jose couldn’t hear, “Don’t tell her though, I don’t want to scare your mom off. She can be a flight risk.”

Jose did hear that last bit, her cheeks turned red, “I’m actually scared of flying.”

Bradley looked up at her, eyebrows knitted together, “You’re what?”

“Flying…I’m scared of flying. I’ve only been on two flights, the one to New York…and then the one here. I’d drive anywhere else I had to go.”

Bradley stood up now, “You’re best friends with one of the top pilots in the Navy, and you’re scared of flying?”

She merely shrugged, “He was just a stupid cowboy when we were growing up. He never talked about wanting to fly until college.”

He was looking at her in a way that made her chest feel all warm. His eyes were so soft and deep, almost black looking now. She loved the way they seemed to change color along with what he was feeling. But Jose couldn’t tell what he was feeling. 

But it didn’t make her nervous. He stopped making her feel nervous a long time ago. She remembered Mrs. Seresin once telling her not to stay with the guy that made her nervous, because that wasn’t a stable feeling. The butterflies would fade. She told her to stay with the man that made her feel safe and comfortable. That was the man she needed to be with, not the others. 

“I love you.”

Jose had to force herself not to slap a hand over her mouth. She couldn’t believe she just said that. She didn’t mean to tell him that, because she wasn’t even sure of it. But her baby went calm the second she told Bradley, almost as if she was waiting to see what Bradley would say in return.

“I love you too,” He sounded stunned as he said it, like he was in just as much of a state of shock as Jose. 

The baby kicked once, then twice, like she was saying she agreed. Jose and Bradley, and little baby Florence. Maybe they could be their own kind of family. Florence wouldn’t have a father, but she had an Uncle Jake, and now she had a Bradley. What more could she need?

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No Take Backs | B. Bradley

synopsis: what happens when someone catching feels, but they’re not returned? bradley bradshaw x neutral!reader

note: back at it babyyyy. i told y’all to expect angst. this is NOT the happy ending. it’s angsty and sad. feelings are hurt, pouty bradley. likes, comments, & reblogs are always appreciated !! hope you enjoy xx

His hand rested on your lower back, his nose nestled into the crook of your neck. You were getting used to having him around. You had spent numerous times wondering just why he began to stay longer after your ‘sessions’. If you were a liar, you would say that him staying around did nothing for you. But you weren’t a liar, and it did. The way his eyes would flutter closed for your post-sex naps was another sort of heaven, and your heart began to yearn every time he left.

“So I was thinking,” you began, earning a muffled hum out of him, “what are you doing this weekend?”

Your heart began to race as you asked. This was the first time you asked him out, outside of the bedroom. You had spent time looking at things going on this upcoming weekend and figured you might just ask Bradley to tag along. It was just a fun festival day with your friends and their partners. It felt like the perfect first date.

His body stiffened. What did you just ask him? Mixes of guilt and appreciation began to flow through him. He was absolutely honored at the invitation, but he knew what the invitation included. He didn’t want that. He told you he didn’t want that. His fear was happening right before him. You had caught feelings.

“Are you asking me on a date,” he questioned, hoping you were asking as a friend. Begging you were asking as a friend. He sat up on the bed, putting distance between the two of you. You noticed this gap, and your heart began to sink into your stomach. What you had thought all along, you were wrong. You were so dead wrong.

You swallowed, “y-yeah. I am.”

Bradley stood up from the bed, running his hands through his hair. He pulled on his underwear and pants, sweat pooling at his forehead. “Why? We said no dates.”

The words were like a dagger to your heart and your confidence. “Well,” you stumbled, moving to put on your own clothes, “we’ve been spending more time together. I thought-”

“You thought I had caught feelings. Because you had,” he cut you off. He didn’t want to be rude, he really didn’t. He had grown fond of you, absolutely. He looked forward to your texts asking him to come over. That’s all he wanted, however. To come over. 

The two of you stared at each other, standing on opposite ends of the bed. Goosebumps appeared on your skin as your anxiety started. “Yes, Bradley,” you snapped in defensive mode, “I caught feelings. This isn’t just a hookup to me anymore. This has been going on for months. You’ve started staying longer. Of course I caught feelings. Haven’t you?”

“I know the answer that you’re wanting me to say, but you know I can’t give it to you,” Rooster’s raspy sighs left his lips as he stared at you with a pitiful pout.

You knew he was only going to shut you down again. Yet, you held hope. Hope that while your feelings were growing stronger by the day, his were too. How could they not be? He was starting to hold you a little bit closer, place kisses on your forehead, and spending more time at your place rather than leaving immediately after. No one just does that without meaning it, right? 

And here you were, staring deep into Bradley’s eyes, trying to find any sort of sign that he was lying. You couldn’t. The harsh reality of rejection began to sink into your stomach. Bile threatened to spew as tears welled up into your eyes. Your lips began to tremble into a frown as you tried desperately to stay stoic.

“I’m sorry,” he began again, “I just-“

“No!” you interrupted, unable to hear much more, “no it’s fine. You’re telling me the truth, no matter how hard it is to hear.”

Bradley felt horrible. His friends had told him that a friends with benefits relationship always ends in feelings. You hadn’t said anything to him, so he thought he was successfully pulling it off for once. You had agreed to the terms. The no dating, no relationship terms. He hadn’t expected you to change. 

“I really am sorry,” he murmured, finding it hard to look you in the eyes. He gazed over to the wall, “I didn’t mean to make you think this was more than what it is.”

Your arms folded in front of your chest, subconsciously trying to protect you from the continual hurt that was being thrown your way. “I told you it’s fine. You’re right. This was just sex. It was always just about sex. I don’t know why I would think anything different.”

It wasn’t until the crack in your voice that Bradley realized the severity of the situation. He had hurt you, and from your current state he had hurt you pretty badly. That was the last thing he ever wanted to do. He came towards you, his hands out to pull you into an embrace, but you stepped back. A small pang of guilt and sadness iced in his veins.

“I care about you, Y/N, whether you believe it or not,” he gulped. “But I can’t do a relationship right now. There is so much on my plate, I don’t even know if I’ll be alive at the end of all of this. I’m in no shape for a relationship. Of any kind.”

You turned your head to try to hide your face, quickly wiping away a tear that threatened to spill. “I guess we had a good run then, huh,” you sarcastically laughed.

“I guess so,” Bradley frowned, “I’m sorry, Y/N, I can’t say that enough.

You shook your head back, finding words hard to find now. Instead, you watched him pull on his shirt and his shoes. The tension in the room could crush even the strongest person. You had not expected your day to end like this. Watching him leave knowing he wouldn’t be back. You had dreamt of a fun day on the boardwalk, laughing and smiling while sharing the various street foods. That dream was now liquified, and slipping down your cheek. He looked back at you, standing in your sweatshirt, and wished things would have been different.

You noticed his shirt laying on the back of your lounge chair. The piece of cloth once brought you so much comfort. You had found yourself wearing it at night, smelling the last notes of his cologne that clung to it. Now, it made you want to vomit. You wanted no part of him left in your house. 

Without a word you grabbed the black t-shirt, holding it out in your shaking hand. Bradley took it from you. He gave you one last weak smile. “I’ll see you around then,” he stated before turning towards the door.

You prayed in your mind that he would turn around and say it was all a joke. That he would be back tomorrow and would love nothing more than to go on that date. He didn’t. You heard his footsteps down the stairs and the closing of the door behind him. You’ll see him around then.

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[dre6ming]

The rest of our lives

“I stayed there” series- part X

𓆩Masterlist 𓆪

𓆩part IX𓆪

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Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader

Warnings: smut 18+ <self pleasure>, anxiety, insecurities, toxic parents, pregnancy, mentions of abortion, fluff, angst, cursing, …. That’s all I think

Plot: time moves fast when you finally learn to love yourself and life, this is how your relationship with Austin works out

Word count: ~6500

!!! Oh my this is really the last chapter…wow…I just wanted to thank you for loving this series so much and following the plot. I’m really happy to give closure to Austin and (Y/n) in this one and see what else I can write, maybe I’ll get to write some of those requests that have been on the bylines. I hope you enjoy this one !!

Also at the end I put a link for a Pinterest board I made for this fic, each picture has descriptions and there are many little things that I put in there that made me really love this series so much more, thank you. <3

Time goes by fast when you are in love and soon a week has gone by. You start the residency, it takes almost all your time, but you and Austin make it work. He comes around for lunch and you eat in his car, laughing and sharing kisses. You text all the time and take turns in spending the night at each other's houses. Austin manages to find the time to take you out on hikes and dates, which further proves you that you were right to let him back in, with how attentive and loving he is. Somehow the two of you manage to avoid the press, since that horrible article there have been no more pictures or stories, it was like the old days, just you two, in your bubble. But just as fast as a week passed so did a month and he had to fly out to Budapest to film for his movie. The distance was hard, but you thank everyday to whoever invented FaceTime. Sure talking on the phone multiple times a week didn't fill that hole left by the fact that he couldn't touch you, but you found a way to patch that a little.

"Are you in bed baby?" Austin's voice comes through the laptop and you turn around to adjust the screen so he can see you better. "Yeah" you are whispering, even though it's just you and him. He's been gone for two weeks now and he had at least two more months of filming left, so you both missed each other terribly. And you'd be lying to say that the lack of physical touch hadn't left you frustrated. But you are still shy about these kinds of relations with him and doing it over the phone was nerve racking. He was hesitant to ask, knowing you probably wouldn't feel that comfortable with it, but you knew something was on his mind and nagged him until he told you. You thought about it for a full week, even debating it with Betty, but she seemed to be on Austin's side, saying she and Emma did that many times. She also said that the first time it was weird, but once they got in the mood, it was pleasurable.

So here you are now, in front of your laptop, laying in bed, dressed in nothing but black lacy lingerie. It wasn't like you to have such a number in your wardrobe, not because you didn't want to or you didn't like it, but rather because of memory that was stamped in your brain. That memory was of your 20 year old self, out shopping with your mom, you said that you needed a new bra so the two of you went into a random store to look. When your eyes stuck a moment too long on a beautiful yellow lace bra with matching panties, your mom was quick to tell you that's the kind of thing one buys when she's married or a hooker. She managed to make you feel so dirty over a piece of lace that you flinched every time you saw anything like that in a store. But you when you asked Betty and Emma to come shopping with you, you tried your best to push that away and to stop slut shaming yourself by imagining what your mom would say.

You shake your head and try to bring yourself back in the moment, back to Austin. But now another thought eats at your insides, the thought that you've been officially dating Austin for two months and your mom had no idea. The thought of her finding out scares the shit out of you, because all those years ago when you bought Austin over for dinner still had you shivering with rage and fright. The whole time your mom was well behaved, you believed her act, that was of course until the door closed behind Austin when he left and she turned to you, face red and eyes mad with anger. She screamed at you for an hour, saying things like "whoring yourself with an actor" "dating under your class" "settling for less because of a boy taking pity on you and dating you". For an hour she dragged you through hell and back and she managed to insult Austin in more ways than you thought possible. After that you avoided Austin for a week, because you wanted to please you mom and because some of what she said touched you, especially when, your dad, the one constant supporter, seemed to side with her, as he stayed quiet, letting her scream at you.

Questions like "is he really just pity dating me?" hunted your thoughts and kept you up at night, you owed all your insecurities to your mom and the lack of confidence was a plus. When you finally mustered the courage to speak with Austin again you were blunt with him, told him that what you two have had to stay hidden from your parents. He was understanding and the fact that school started helped, because your mom was in L.A. while you and Austin were in Boston, enjoying each other. He came to visit every weekend and sometimes if your roommate decided to spend the week over at her boyfriends place, Austin would prolong his stay. It was peaceful and easy.

"Baby?!" He's voice pulls you out of your trance, eyes snapping back at his face on your screen. "Yeah?" You ask and he sighs, brushing his hair with one hand, the image making your palm tingle as you wished to touch his hair. "What's wrong?" You shake your head, but you know that now he's caught on your thoughts and there's no escape, other then to say what's on your mind. "I was just spiraling" you let out in disbelief, Austin listens carefully for you to elaborate. "Just about how much of my fears and insecurities were planted by my mom. I'm so scared of her, that I think she could burst through the door at any moment." He nods, he knows all about your situation with you mom and he's always there to tell you the exact opposite of what your mother was spewing at you. "Honey, she's not, ok? We don't have to do this, it's fine, I told you I love you." Your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but your heart burns with frustration, because you want to do this. "I want to do this, I've never..." you let the sentence hanging, not sure how to word it, but since you're not good at metaphors and it's Austin that you're talking to, you just say it. "I've never touched myself before, I know some things about it, but I've never done it."

You keep your eyes moving not wanting to meet Austin's. "That's ok, we'll take it slow and you can learn what you like." You nod. "Put me on the dresser" he says and you move to put the laptop on the dresser that's in front of your bed. "Now sit on the bed and take off that pretty set, I want to see you." With shaky hands you start with the bra, unclasping it and sliding it down, revealing your breasts to him. He groans and takes off his shit, exposing his toned torso, he was working out a lot, to be in shape for the movie and it was showing. You move your hands down your sides, hooking your thumbs into your panties and pulling them down. Now you stand bare in front of him and watch as he takes off his pants and boxers, somehow he's already rock hard for you, the sight has you rubbing your thighs together as desire fills you. "Spread those legs baby" he sits on the couch in his hotel room, leaning back as he takes himself in hand and pumps himself a few times. You do as told and moan at him, wishing it was your hand moving up and down his dick, making him shiver. "Play with your nipples like I do!" He instructs, out of breath, looking at you through hooded eyes.

You try your hardest to let go and not be robotic with your moves, so you close your eyes, imagining it was him touching you. Pinching and rolling you nipples, sends electric shocks through you, all ending in between your legs, where you feel warm and cold at the same time. You hear his moans and you groan as you just listen to your body. Moving one hand down your stomach, until you reach your pussy. When you're met with the arousal gathered there, the huff you let out is pornographic. Austin grunts and you open your eyes to look at him, his hand moving slowly around his shaft, eyes locked on you. "Are you wet (y/n)?" The question should embarrass you, but you are proud to answer. "Yes, so wet, all for you" you high-five yourself mentally for all the smut you've read coming in hand. Putting your back into your words you arch your spine off the bed and whine. "Fuck" he curses under his breath. And that's when a little light flicks in your head, smirking devilish at him. "Are you hard for me baby?" Austin loses his composure, huffing as he throws his head back.

You circle your clit, moaning, while playing with your breasts, but it doesn't feel like it's enough. Austin even in this blissed out moment sees that you long for more. "Put your fingers inside you baby and use your other hand to play with your clit." He sounds so out of it, pleasure so high in his senses. You put one finger inside, feeling the warmth of your pussy. Fluttering around your finger as you move it in and out, your other hand goes to your clit, touching it like he would, but your hands were no match for his. You add a second finger and pick up your pace, the knot starting to form in your belly. "You close, baby?" Austin ask and you see his hand tremor, he's close and the thought of him cuming somehow makes you more wet, if that were possible. "Yes.." the both of you move faster, matching each other's pace, moaning, groaning. "Austin.. Aus.." you say his name over and over again. "Cum for me!" He's voice is weak and demanding at the same time.

Closing your eyes, you see white behind your closed lids, as you tremble on the bed, fingers deep inside you, your pussy squeezing around them. "Fuck!" You open your eyes to see him, frantically moving his hand, chasing his orgasm. You take your fingers out and as you sit up on the bed, you bring them to your lips, sucking them clean. That does it for him. Head thrown back, eyes screwed shut, lips mumbling your name. You watch the white strings of cum coat his hand and smile to yourself, pride raising in your chest, knowing that even with an ocean between you, you could make him crumble.

Ten minutes later when you're both cleaned and dressed, you smile at each other dumbfounded. "That feel good, honey?" He asks, cocky motherfucker. "Yeah, it did!" You share a laugh and start talking about what he has planned for the day, the nine hour difference meant that it was midnight for you and 9 am for him, so he had a whole day in front of him. Sometime while talking you fall asleep, tired not only from your orgasm, but also from your 24 hour shift at the hospital. He ends the call and texts you goodnight, knowing you'll read the text in the morning and smile.

That's how it works for you and Austin, always respecting each other and showing affection in anyway you can. You make time fly and soon you're back in each other's arms. The routine of your relationship is so natural and comforting that you are surprised when a year passes. A year full of love and affection. But of course you couldn't just be happy with no consequence, that's why you are now freaking out in your bathroom, staring at the 6 positive pregnancy tests. You took six just to be sure. You don't know how it happened, you always used condoms, but then again, condoms break and your best guess is that's what happened here. You want to feel something, but you can't feel anything or maybe you're feeling too much at once. You don't want kids, never have, but the thought of having Austin's kid, kinda makes you feel exited, happy even. But then your eyes fall on your empty ring finger, you weren't married, your parents still oblivious to the relationship, they'll kill you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You scream at the mirror as you start to cry.

Taking all six tests you shove them in your bag, wash your face and get out of the apartment. You get in the car and google gynecology clinics open right now. Picking one you just drive, almost running a red light, in a hurry. In your heart there’s a battle, part of you wants for the doctor to confirm your pregnancy and the other part, the part that's scared of you mom and dad, hopes you bought 6 defective tests. You try to keep your tears away as you get in the clinic and ask if they have a doctor that can see you. The front desk lady tells you that you're lucky as the appointment that was scheduled for right now, just canceled. Relief comes over you and with sweaty hands you take the papers from her and fill out your information.

When your phone rings, you almost faint on the spot. When you see it's Austin calling, your heart stops beating, all color draining form your face. You shove the device at the bottom of the bag ignoring the call and following the nurse. Sitting in the chair, naked, makes things so much more real. You don't know what you wish for. You are 27, barely into your second year of residency and your boyfriend is a busy actor, how can you carry for a baby? But at the same time, your mom had you at 25 in her last year of college and she was married to your father who was also a busy resident, they pulled through, so maybe so could you. "Hello, miss, I'm doctor Mart" you smile at the doctor and give him your full medical history. The 50 something man listens closely and takes notes, then he tells you to lay down and put your legs up so he can do a pelvic examination. He is very gentle and quick, to make things easier for you. Then comes the ultrasound, since you said that you were 20 days late he said there's a huge chance the pregnancy will show up on the ultrasound. And sure enough there it is, your baby, a little dot, the size of a grape.

The happiness in your chest is unmatched to anything you've felt and it's hard to believe something like this, something of which you were so scared, was now the cause of such happiness. "I'd say you're about 7-8 weeks along.." as he moves the around your abdomen you take notice that you're in fact so lucky. Because you and your baby are healthy. "Everything looks good, I'll print some pictures out for you and we can set up your next appointment, sound good." You nod, wiping the tears from your eyes.

When you exit the clinic with the small picture in hand crying happily about it, you suddenly feel like nothing can bring you down. That is of course until your phone rings again and this time when you look at it, it's your mom. The vomit raises in your throat and you barely make it to the garbage can, emptying everything you had eaten that day. You don't pick up, instead you get in the car and try not to get a speeding ticket as you drive over to Austin's house. You're only a little worried to tell him about this, knowing him, you hope he'll be happy like you. You wait in his driveway for way to long, which has him, come out and see what's holding you up. The anxiety you feel when you see him, has your stomach turning and you need to puke again. Grabbing your bag you run inside past him and kneel in front of the toilet. "Baby!" He's worried and comes up to you to hold up your hair and pat your back as you shake vomiting.

Once you're done he helps you up and into the living room on the couch. Bringing you some water he sits next to you, rubbing circles onto your hands. "Did you manage to give yourself food poisoning again ?" You chuckled at his question, remembering the time that you undercooked chicken and got yourself sick. "No!" You breathe and drink some water. Austin looks at you concerned. Brushing some of your hair out of your face. "Then what's wrong? Talk to me!" Austin pleads with you, his eyes burning into your soul. Grabbing your bag, you dig in it as he watches closely. Handing him the small picture, you rub your palms together, waiting for him. He takes it in his hands and looks at it, eyes wide and mouth agape. Not sure that he understands what your showing him, with a shaky finger you point to dark blotch. "That's um..." Austin's eyes snap up at you and you can't quite read his face. "You're pregnant?" His tone is also unreadable, so you just nod, words escaping you.

Austin's smile grows slowly, but surely and when he engulfs you in his arms, you relax a bit. "How?" He ask as he pulls back to look at you. You just shrug your shoulders. "Condom probably broke or maybe we forgot" when the last words come out of your mouth, realization hits him. "Baby, in the car, a few weeks ago, we didn't have condoms, remember? You said to just pull out." You want to slap yourself, of course you forgot. "I'm sorry!" He says and you grab his face. "Don't be, it was both of us and I'm happy about it" you say, hoping he reciprocates the feeling.

"I'm happy too, so happy, wait here!" He gets up from the couch in a hurry and runs to his room. You take your coat off in the meantime. When Austin comes back, he kneels in front of you. "I bought this from a jewelry shop In Budapest, I saw it in the window and I thought, 'I'm going to propose with this ring'. I had it since, waiting for the right kind of proposal to come to me, but nothing seemed special enough. I fell in love 5 years ago with a shy (e/c) eyed girl, who decided sleeping alone on the beach one night was a good idea. I don't know what holly force pushed me into your makeshift tent, that warm July night, but I thank it every day. I fell for the girl in that tent almost instantly and by some lucky miracle she fell for me too. I almost fucked it all up, but the girl’s heart proved bigger then I deserved and she didn't give up on me. (Y/n) I don't think I really knew what happiness was until I met you. Right now I wish I had a better speech, maybe I could've quoted some fancy writer, because I feel like my words can't express all that I feel for you." With tears in your eyes you look at the ring, say in the velvet box. The ring is simple, it screams Austin and it screams you. A gold flower with a diamond in the center, smaller diamonds surrounding it. It's beautiful. "(Y/n) would you make he the happiest man alive and marry me?" You can't speak, instead you just nod your head and lift up your left hand so he can easily slide the ring on. It's a perfect fit.

Austin breathes out relived, lifting you off the couch and spinning you around in his arms. Putting your feet back on the ground he kisses you, before sitting back down to look at the picture again. "We made this." He says proudly. "Yeah, in my beat up car in an empty parking lot" you both laugh at the memory of the night when after a hike, you were just so turned on that he pulled over in a random parking lot and fucked you senseless on the back seat. Both of you were so caught up in the pleasure that you forgot to have him pull out and then you said it was fine, that you'll just take the plan b pill, plus it was only one time, what were the chances. Well the chances were that you forgot and now 7 weeks later you were pregnant.

Over the next few months Austin insists that you move in with him and his dog, but you need a lot of convincing since your parents are still in the dark about the whole situation. Austin doesn't push you to tell them, but insists that he wants to tell his dad and you're happy that he makes you do that. Sharing this with one of your parents and receiving the happy congratulations form his dad, gave you hopes for your parents finally finding out. You do eventually move in with him, bringing Boots along and being relieved that his dog accepts the cat with not problems, now if only it were that easy for your parents to accept Austin like that. You were still hiding form them, wearing the ring on your right hand in their home and thanking the cold winter for allowing you to hide your bump under huge sweaters anytime they called you over. One time you almost had a heart attack in their kitchen when you were making tea with your mom and you felt the baby kick for the first time, you were now around 22 weeks along, the small bump hidden under a knitted sweater. You were quick to blame the sudden grab at your stomach on your period and your mom bought it.

That night you couldn't drive faster to Austin, turning the 15 minute drive into a 6 minute one. When you bursted through the door, you found Austin in the guest bedroom, struggling to put together the crib he had ordered online. "It moved!" You said and he dropped the tolls and instructions on the ground, hurrying to you. He lifted your sweater and put his hand on you stomach. "Did it?" His eyes were glimmering and he waited hopeful for your baby to move, but the little thing must be inheriting both of your stubbornness, cause it refuses to move. "Come on!" Smiling you drag him to bed and lay down. He puts his head on your stomach and starts singing, something he's been doing since the day you told him about the pregnancy. After many tunes and no moves he starts begging. "Hey little bug, could you move for daddy? Hm? Come on just a little!" You giggle as you play with his hair and then your eyes go wide as you feel it. "My god.." you feel the warm tears on your stomach and then Austin shakes sobbing. He hugs your legs and cries on your stomach, as your baby is having a punching match with your stomach. "Thank you (y/n), thank you for everything!" You both cry and fall asleep like that, him with his cheek on your belly and you with your fingers tangled in his blond hair.

When you reach your last trimester, there's no hiding, your belly is to big, and the insufferable temperatures of L.A. spring, torturing you. No matter how little clothing you put on, you're sweating. And right now, looking at your parents door, with Austin holding your hand, you rub your stomach over the thin dress you have on. You've been avoiding them for 4 months now, blaming it on work, and that was part truth but you stopped going to work a month ago since you were due to give birth in a few weeks. "No matter what, I love you and I love our baby!" He says putting his hand over yours on your swollen belly. Taking a deep breath you ring the bell. "Breathe, or you'll pass out, baby!" Austin reminds you and you take a few shallow breaths.

The door opens to reveal your dad, thankfully your mom let him answer. He looks you up and down, eyes wide at your belly, then he looks over at Austin, then at your left hand resting on your belly and at the ring on it. "Come in!" is all he says, no expression on his face. "(Y/n) the food will be ready soon, how have you been, work keeping you busy these days-" your moms voice dies down when she come in the living room, seeing you in hand with Austin, pregnant. Her face turns red and you drop Austin's hand, going up to her, to stop her, but there's no stopping her, when she moves past you and goes directly to Austin, slapping him across the face. You gasp, covering your mouth to muffle your cry, Austin looks at you over your mom, he's eyes worried for you as he rubs his sore cheek. "How dare you, what have you done. (Y/n)?!" your bones shake as she turns to you and screaming at you she forcefully grabs your shoulders. "Hey with all due respect ma'am, take your hands off her!" Austin takes your moms hands off of you and stands protectively in front of you.

"You ruined her, her life, her career!" Your mom is grabbing at her hair, screaming insults both your ways. "(Y/m/s)!" Your dad's voice makes her shut up as she looks at him crazy. You've never heard your dad, scream like that at anyone and as he comes up to Austin, a few inches shorter then him, you're scared, but your dad hugs Austin. You're frozen in place and so is Austin, but he soon wakes up and hugs your dad. "Take care of my baby, Austin, she deserves the best!" You feel like the life had just been returned to you and when your dad hugs you, you breakdown crying in his arms. Austin moves one hand over your back, reminding you that he's there now and forever. "I don't think I've ever been so happy sir, she and that little baby, are everything to me." Austin says and your heart is overflowing with love. "Are you married? How long have you been hiding this?" You mom asks as she sits down on the couch. "Not yet mom, we're engaged, the wedding will be sometime after the baby. I'm due in June and we've been together for almost two years now" you speak trying to keep your voice steady. Your mother huffs shaking her head. "How could you, ruin your life like this?" A new feelings overtakes you, anger.

"How dare I? You were 25 when you had me, not even out of med school yet, you got married at 20. I'm 27 mom! I'm employed, I'm a doctor! What more do you want?" When her eyes look at me I feel small. "Things were different for me, my mom didn't accept me having an abortion, but i you've been ok with you having one." Her words come out like a slap over your face and you feel Austin squeezing your hand. More tears come out as all your life finally makes sense, you were an unexpected, unwanted child. It was clear now your mom never forgave you for that. "I'm pro choice mom, but this baby, is wanted and it will be so loved, with or without you in it's life. I'm sorry dad, but I think it's best that we go, you're welcomed over anytime, and when you decide to apologize to me, mom, you're also welcomed, until then, I think I'll do without your insults." You kiss your dad on the cheek and walk out with Austin. That night he holds you tight against his body, massaging your round belly, telling you how proud he is. It hurts to know your mom reacted the way she did, but you expected nothing else from her. "I love you, both of you!" You kiss Austin and hug him harder. "I love you too!" You say and then fall asleep exhausted.

Things go on pretty quiet, at one point you unfortunately had to deal with your relationship and pregnancy being revealed over the media. Pictures of you on the beach, with Austin kissing your pregnant belly made their way onto every tabloid and by some miracle Austin's team got ahead of the thing and convinced the paparazzi to blur your face out. You were thanking god for that and when Austin made an instagram post a few hours before the pictures were out he asked the fans to not try and find out who you were and to just respect your privacy.

"Life has given me more blessings than I find myself deserving of, but this baby and the woman who's belly is keeping it safe for now, have to be the most important ones. I beg of you to respect me and her and our little one and not push to find out who she is. We thank you and we can't wait to meet our baby!"

When he read you the caption and showed you the picture he chose, hormones took over and you started crying. The picture was one of him, that you had snapped. He had his cheek resting on you round belly, looking up at you with loving eyes. He was perfect.

To be frank everything was perfect lately. Your mom still hasn't come around, but your dad came over for dinner a few times and so did Austin's dad, the two of them linking. Of course all throughout your pregnancy you were babied by not only Austin, but by his sister Ashley as well as by Betty and Emma, the three of them coming over all the time. Ashley always being a huge support, talking to you about her past pregnancy, she was so invested in your experience that at one point baby fever got so bad for her and her husband that they got pregnant with baby number two, 5 months into your pregnancy. That made you so happy, to know that your baby would have a cousin so close in age.

You were now 2 weeks over your due date and both you and Austin were basically begging the baby to come out so you can meet them. You still didn't know it's gender so you were eager to find that out as well. But the baby was stubborn. That was of course until one night, on June 16th, when you woke up from your sleep, pain shooting through your body as you felt the sheets get damp under you. "Austin!" You screamed and grabbed his hand, he jumped up from his sleep quickly, looking at you worried. "It's coming!" You grunted, he looked at the clock it was 3am in the morning. Excitement took over his features, but when you squeezed his hand when a contraction hit you, knocking the breath out of you, his face grew apologetic for you. He helped you up, putting your dress, that you chose for the birth over your head, then he lead you out the door grabbing the bag that you prepared over three weeks ago. On the way to the hospital he called his dad and asked him to call everybody. "It's happening dad, I get to meet my baby soon!" Austin said excited. You also called Betty and she was so happy to hear the baby was coming that she hung up on you, while you were still talking.

At 6 am, after three hours of labor and screaming, while crushing Austin's hand with yours, the quiet cry of your baby fills your ears. As the doctor places the small creature in your arms you look down at her. Your daughter. "There's my girl!" Austin says brushing his thumb over her head that was covered in blond fuzz. The small thing yawns and you both start to cry at the beautiful thing you made out of love. "What should we name her?" He ask, you talked baby names and you knew you wanted 2 one for him and one for you. "Aubrey Lori Butler" you say and Austin kisses you, his heart breaking with love at the choice. Aubrey was his suggestion and Lori, was his moms name, you always knew you wanted to honor the woman that gave you this man, but you hadn't really told him. "It's perfect, just like her!" He says, lifting he little hand that had wrapped around his long finger. "Yeah she is!" You agree with him.

As much joy as Aubrey brought you, adapting to having a baby was hard and planning a wedding during that was even harder, but you were thankful for your friends and for your future sister in law, who even as she was 8 months pregnant was happy to be one of your bridesmaids. It was a small ceremony, with friends and family only, just a little over 40 people attended and your mom was not one of them. Everyone one in your family was happy for you, both sets of grandparents and your aunts, but your mom was unmovable. "You've got this, my little girl, my best girl!" Your dad whispered to you when he handed you over to Austin. "Thank you sir!" Austin said blinking back tears as he took your hand from your dad.

Austin looked handsome in his black suit and white shirt with a yellow flower pinned to his chest. His hair carefully put in place, was the only thing you didn't really like, because you love his devilish messy hair too much, so you had to fight the urge to lift your hand and mess it up. His blue eyes looked down at you, taking in your body, dressed in the dress that you've been keeping secret for months now. It was made of silk and chiffon, an off the shoulders design with long sleeves and an A-line skirt that accentuates your waist beautifully, no one would know you gave birth just a little over four months ago, that is of course if they somehow missed the baby giggling in her grandads arms. Aubrey was a sweet and very quiet baby, like her dad, and she was dressed beautifully in a white baby dress to match you, laughing as Austin's dad bounced her in his arms.

She had the whole world at her feet, there was not one person here today that wasn't completely wrapped around her finger. Austin being the worst case, if anyone said that moms are crazy when it comes to their babies, they never met Austin. He was nonstop reading maternity books and he was constantly asking you questions. He went on a shopping spree for her at least 3 times a week, which meant that your house was overflowing with baby clothes and toys, some of which you were donating behind his back as he was busy buying some more. He insisted that you teach him how to change her, bathe her, dress her. He insisted that every-time your fed her, if he was home, you were to sit on his lap so he could hug you from behind and help you hold her up as she ate. Austin was smitten with her, she was his entire world and you had to constantly remind him that there will be no more babies until little Aubrey was a least two. You laugh every time you remember the time he asked you for baby number two.

He was holding the sleeping baby in his arms rocking her softly and the his eyes snapped at you wide and excited, then he said: "when can we make some more, mama?". God that sentence made you weak in the knees and had you almost say "right now daddy!", but thank god you controlled yourself and said “Let’s grow this one out for a little longer, yeah?” You came close to him, looking down at your beautiful daughter. He kissed your cheek. “I love being a dad, thank you for this (Y/n)” He mumbled and that filled your chest with joy. You carefully take the baby from his arms and put her down in the crib. “Oh come on it wasn’t all me, I couldn’t have done it alone, you can take credit for like…” you paused faking thinking about your words. “Like 15%” he chuckles softly, hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. “So I can take only 15%, for my baby?” He asks as he starts to pepper kisses down your neck and shoulder. You shiver in his arms and choose your next words carefully. “Ok maybe if you fuck me good enough, daddy, you can have 20 or 25%.” You moan and he groans picking you up and taking you to your bedroom.

As you are brought back from your daydreaming, focusing back on Austin, you feel the love he has for you, strong as ever and you feel the electricity flowing through your interlocked hands. And there in that moment with Austin staring in your eyes, telling your vows to each other, with family clapping and cheering for you as you finally say 'I do' and slide the wedding bands on each other's fingers, you feel complete. And later in the day when you hug everyone and take pictures with your baby girl, your little family so happy, that's when you finally feel like you made it. Austin was always meant to be your forever and life had it's twisted way when it came to unfolding that, but you got here and you couldn't be happier.

Ready for the rest of your lives.

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[t3kandson]

The Pain of Fire and

Flames

Word count; 3,522

Fandom; The Boyz, A.C.E. & DKB

Pairing; Reader X Kim Sunwoo, Readed X Lee Donghun & Reader X Yang Heechan

Characters, Kim Sunwoo, Lee Donghun & Yang Heechan

Warning; Angst, Anxiety, Choking, Oral (Giving & Receiving), Fingering, Foursome, Edging, Over stimulation, Cum Play, Shower sex, Degrading, Voyeurism & Trichophilia.

Notes, Chapter 9/10 earlier chapters Here.

Series written for @lidongsa

Taglist; @ilovechanhee

Your hands was being snatched and dragged down towards your bedroom. Sunwoo’s expression bore in your mind as you reached there. Cae’s hands left yours as she routed through your sexy lingerie. “You got just a short time to get ready come on snap out of it,” she chuckled as she raided your draws. However, she paused noticing the bag on your vanity table. Darting to the other side of the room, her fingers slid over the tag, her smile becoming a view of excitement. She picked up the bag passing it to you, “This is yours,” she softly said as she passed it your way.

Your eyes brushed over the small love heart shaped tag.

‘To help you make memories that your never forget. Sunwoo xx’

You ruffled the crepe paper to find the Purple lacey silky crutch-less long sleeved vest in your hands.

“Oooh I know what will go with that,” Cae interrupted your Brain which had slumped unable to process anything.

She rummaged through your shoe pile bringing a pair of 6 inch stilettos, she smiled at them in satisfaction.

Your finger intwined with the purple laced straps as your eyes took to her deep settled smirk. “What are you thinking Suchan?” She teased amused at your state. “Because it looks to me like your one second from struggling for breath and they haven’t even touched you yet,” she chuckled as she got the cloth by your bedside and started rubbing the dust from the shoes.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” you cried in fear that was setting inside you. “Why have so many boyfriends if you can’t handle them?” Cae scoffed. “What if I can’t give them the correct individual time, what if one gets upset because I,” you paused as your words got trapped. “Because one sends you to your deathly high?” She adds for you as you nod to her amused expression. “They all love you, your underestimating the understanding needed in your situation. You’ve banged Donghun and Heechan and you’ve banged Sunwoo with Heechan too, they know you and you know them,” she smiles reassuringly. “Plus what an experience, I’m quite jealous. But don’t tell Youngjae that,” she said with a wink.

The unsettling nervousness was attacking you, especially your ability to please all of them at once. But deep down the fear of you being fucked up all night excited you, yet terrified you at the same time.

You pulled the gentle knotted woolly belt holding your sexy Lingerie underneath the Jacket she tossed at you as you escaped your own party. All while promising to make Youngjae to help her put your apartment back once the party finished. Your sweaty hands knocked gently on the door of the hotel room, full of anticipation once you arrived at your destination.

Sunwoo’s teeth grinned smile is the first thing you see when the door is opened. He’s pleased to see you as he presses his hands on the belt to pull you closer. Wasting no time he slips is tongue into your mouth as he lets you know how much he wants you. Hands attacking your body as he pulls you closer to feel every moment with him.

“Hello we are here too,” you heard Donghun’s voice break your intense moment. Your eyes scanning Heechan who was leaning back on his arms enjoying the show a little too much. Donghun looked a little less relaxed, his member clearly however, noticeable eager for his own moment. “Sorry,” Sunwoo grinned not looking guilty at all. “She was just too delicious not to touch,” he chuckles as he pulls you towards the bed.

“You do look delicious,” Heechan said silkily as he attempts to get closer. “But I want to know, if the wrapper is delicious?” he playfully said as his hands go to your belt. “More importantly Is how delicious is the sexy sweet within,” he adds his lips brushing against your neck yet not making a impact. “I think we should unwrap her what do you think guys?” he asked, his eyes swallowing you whole that has you forgetting to breathe. “Oh I think we already know what goodies are under their,” Donghun chuckles as Heechan toyes with the belt. Heechan eyes widen in your view that has a small gasp leave your throat as he slowly pulls at the belt untying.

The fabric holding your dignity falls showing your lingerie. Sunwoo moans, Donghun growls, but Heechan sucks a breath through his teeth at the view of their candy being unwrapped.

“Your so naughty Lee Suchan,” Heechan says as he steps back to look you up and down.

“I like this,” Donghun adds as his hands rub up your thighs to the crutch-less skin available. “Especially this,” he says as his fingers rub against your folds. “Lilac hmmm it makes you look so extra hot,” Sunwoo hums. “Then come savour me then,” you say with a wink. With that Sunwoo picks you up in his arms and tossed you on to the bed.

The view at the bottom is three hungry pair of eyes looking crazed and ready to attack you in every way. Your nervousness return as your thighs feel the slick coat of arousal that you know will leave the sheets wet. Sunwoo and Heechan simultaneously crawl up the bed as Donghun’s lips start pressing against your ankle between the straps of your heels.

Heechan presses his lips against yours, his teeth gently attacking your lips as he gets lost in the world of your mouth. Sunwoo’s lips have found your neck as he presses small kisses, letting the panting of his arousal hit your neck that has you shiver.

You moan into Heechan’s mouth when you feel Donghun’s travelling lips connect with your throbbing nub. His suction as his tongue invades to lick up the drips of your slick from your core, has your pelvis thrust against him.

“This mouth needs something a little more sturdy then my tongue,” Heechan pants between kisses. His hands fighting his lower clothes as he strips them from his body. His cock hard with precum at the tip takes your eyes. “Oh you like what you see sweetie,” he coos as he pumps himself. Sunwoo snatched your attention when he brings his teeth to graze over your nipple. He vibrates his chuckles on your skin which has you hiss through your teeth from the yelp he pulled. As he settles his lips and hands to work on your breasts, Heechan tips his finger under your chin to face him. His impressive length ready to meet your lips as you look up his way.

Sliding his member into your mouth you hollow your cheeks as you lift your head to meet his gentle thrusts.

The feeling of having all three of them attacking your body has your mind almost foggy as walls clench around the wet muscle of Donghun. Vibrations of your moans along Heechan’s member has his speed fasten. “Sweetie I need to feed you my cum,” Heechan moans into the air. Your taken by surprise when the man who normally holds himself for hours fills you like an inpatient teenager. Your throat gagging as you swallow his creamy liquid as he slows his speed. “Let me see,” he pants removing his member as you open your mouth to show him the creamy texture of his high that’s coated your tongue. He wastes no time in pressing his lips to yours in desire to taste himself. His member digging into you clearly having not lost its erection.

“I want my cum all over her,” Sunwoo says leaving your breasts to pump his member. Before you could make a single word Donghun’s fingers slide into your heat. He takes great care to slowly enter his digits so that it rubs along the walls deliberately avoiding your sweet spot. The act seemingly having you frustrated as you start bringing your pelvis to meet him. Stinging sensation of your thighs erupt as he slaps them with his spare hand, before slamming his fingers in more forcefully has you realise he wants you still.

Even with Sunwoo’s hot shaft placed in your palm as he fucks himself into your grip, you can’t take your mind from Donghun’s Frustrating attack. “What’s up Princess, you too scared to cum on my fingers,” Donghun Coo’s as you whimper. “Guys give those nipples an extra tweak,” he orders and Heechan and Sunwoo obey. Heechan’s fingers tweaked a little more rougher then Sunwoo, as your body tingles to their action from the short felt pain. Donghun’s rhythm hard in your core as he adds another finger as your whines become a loud set of moans.

You feel your coil spring as you begin to lose your mind that you can’t make sense of Donghun’s mocking words. The pads of his fingers against your sweet spot have your grip around Sunwoo shaft tighten. The action slips moans of his own seconds before he coats his essence all over your breasts. Heechan using his hands to rub his friend’s paint into your skin, humming in excitement as he did. “Princess likes being painted in our cum does she,” Donghun growls, his words pushing you over your high as you cum all over his fingers.

Digits being removed in replacement of Donghun’s throbbing member wasting no time slamming it in. “Holy fuck Princess your so nice, wet and warm for me,” he coo’s as your walls tighten around him due to your sensitivity. “My princess likes it when I do this,” Donghun explains as his hands reach around your neck. He looses himself in you, slamming in you hard as you whimper around him. “Oh sweetie he’s right you do go feral don’t you,” Heechan coos as you raise your pelvis to Donghun’s hard thrusts. “You look breathless maybe I should help you out,” Heechan says as your walls clamp around Donghun. Heechan’s lips find yours as he uses the remaining oxygen Donghun’s allowed you to have as he kisses you till you feel dizzy and fucked senseless. You feel the familiar sensation as your orgasm chases again, Donghun sensing this as his speed increases. His grunts as he fills you with his hot cum deep in you pushes you over the edge as you mix your own juices with his.

Donghun presses a small kiss to your now absent lips as he removes himself from you. Them all giggling as you lay there panting with goosebumps attacking your skin.

“Not enough paint for my liking,” Heechan says finally his voice making you shiver. “What do you think Sunwoo,” Heechan says breaking the silence from your quiet boyfriend. “I want her painted from head to toe in all our cum, like a beautiful painting so she will never forget us,” Sunwoo says his eyes taking your soul. “Trust me she’s never going to need to forget us,” Donghun says flicking your nipple to hear you yelp.

“On all fours,” Donghun orders as you wearily move into his ordered position. He slaps your ass as you feel a hard cock rutt against your ass. You whine as his length rubs alongside your sensitive nub. “Sweetie I’m going to fuck you while you suck Sunwoo off,” Heechan says as his hands rub your ass cheek.

You move slightly to lean over Sunwoo who’s sat by the headboard. He cups your face as he kisses you passionately as if your his whole world. Your eyes take to his when he leaves and your sure you see a slight sadness behind them. Before you can evaluate Heechan slams himself into you, you lower your head into Sunwoo stomach as he starts his pace. Your lips press over Sunwoo soft skin to his abs, suckling as you mark his skin in beautiful purple blemishes before your lips take to his member.

You feel Donghun’s kisses to your collar bone as he makes marks of his own, your hisses vibrating up Sunwoo’s cock that has him moan. Heechan speed increases as his hands find your breast to cup.

You bobble up and down Sunwoo shaft while your being fucked and suckled to death. The vibration from your throat having Sunwoo thighs shake clearly close to his high. “Shit, fuck, she’s so good, I’m going to cum,” Sunwoo pants, his voice more deeper then usual as he struggles to hold his high back. Heechan chuckles evily hearing the same as he speeds himself to get more moans falling from your throat. It takes just a couple thrusts for his friend before he’s come undone spilling his seed deep down your throat. Spluttering from his cum as you struggle from breath as Sunwoo softens in your mouth till it slips. Heechan’s grip on your hip tightens as he slams himself in with heavier thrusts that has your whines hitting the air, encouraging Donghun to place his hands to muffle. “Princess the other people in this hotel will hear how much a slut you are,” he Growls.

Sunwoo moves so Donghun can take his place. “Let me help keep those whimpers at bay,” Donghun said pressing his hands behind your head to push you on to his hardening dick. Like Sunwoo before him the vibration of your moans has his high attacking almost instantly. Heechan happily helping to emit the moans from you to tease him. His fingers finding your sensitive bud as he swirls eights around them. “Do you like that sweetie,” he chuckles as his fingers speed their rhythm against you. Your walls clamp around him as you attempt to hold the orgasm your holding back. “Let go sweetie,” he whispers in your ear that undoes you as your moans send Donghun spilling his seed down your throat. Your walls convulsing milks Heechan into his own high too, his fingers digging into your flesh as he releases.

You fall onto the bed panting after what feels like your 100th orgasm. Having been fucked hard and fast by both your three men your body is exhausted. Their stamina scaring you as your body laid their shook after four hours of sexual torture. Your skin glossy with the moisture from their cum that they had taken turns painting you with. “I think she needs a break,” Sunwoo pleads on your behalf as words can’t fall from your mouth. “She needs cleaning up,” he adds. “But I like her looking cum fucked,” Heechan whines. “And head fucked from all those orgasms,” Donghun adds. “Nothing stopping us fucking her when we clean her up I suppose,” Heechan grins mischievously. “What do you think Princess?” Donghun asks as you can’t find the energy to move your head to nod. “Oh look at you sweetie your too fucking gone to answer such a request,” Heechan chuckles.

Sunwoo lifts you into his arms, your head lolling into his chest as he presses a couple of kisses on your Temple sweetly. “Come on baby let’s get you washed up,” he coos as he takes you to the bathroom, Heechan and Donghun following. He holds you in his arms as you fall asleep while Heechan turns on the shower. Standing under the running shower flow, he opens his arms to take you from him. You can barely keep your eyes open as you land into Heechan’s arms. “Oh sweetie are you really that tired?” he coo’s. “Looks like we fucked you good princess,” Donghun adds, his hands covering your eyes from the running water falling in them. Sunwoo lathers shampoo into your hair, his hands enjoying the feeling of you beneath his finger tips as he hums. Donghun helps to lather away your cum stained body, his hands gently and seductively rubbing at every inch of skin. When your all rinsed down, your eyes brush over their hungry prey eyes. You gulp feeling Heechan’s member hitting your back. More? They wanted more?

Heechan gently placed you to your feet his lips attacking you instantly. Sunwoo’s own are already kissing your back, his hardened member brushing against your ass as he does. “It’s ok baby I’ll fuck you in here so you stay clean,” Sunwoo chuckles as he slams himself into you. Heechan and Donghun take their time to kiss you while Sunwoo focuses on forcing another orgasm your way. Despite your orgasms being snatched so soon this one remain stubborn, tethering on a high that refuses to release. Moans being suckled between the two of them, while your walls clamping snatched moans from Sunwoo. His speed increasing with each minute he’s not pushed you over the edge. Despite his trembling thighs and tight grip on your waist he refuses to let go till you do. “Baby, baby,” he cry’s letting you know he can’t hold back any more longer as he spills his cum deep in you. The feeling of his warm cum triggering you finally into your relief as you let Donghun swallow the mantra of Sunwoo’s name.

When Donghun & Heechan had fished another orgasm from you, you sink to the floor, your legs refusing to hold you any further. “I think we’ve officially killed her,” Sunwoo chuckles as he gets on his knees to cup your face. “Your tired aren’t you baby?” He asks with slight concern.

You gargle an attempt at a word that has Heechan laugh hit the air. “Come baby,” Sunwoo says picking you up by your waist to stand. Before you can reply Donghun Scoops you up, “ok Princess let’s get you dressed ready for bed,” he said pressing a kiss to your forehead. The love these three have for you leaves you filled with comfort and joy. “Let me dry her hair,” Sunwoo says as your plopped in-front of the excited lad, hair dryer and finger tips ready to pamper you.

When he’s finished and your eyes can barely stay open he leans you backwards, rolling you till your back reaches Donghun. Sunwoo slips into the bed his lips brush a kiss upon you. “Night baby,” he whispers with slight teary eyes that your far too exhausted to question. Donghun’s arms pull you tighter into him, bringing your slumber forward as your eyes shut on the saddened eyes of Kim Sunwoo.

You waken to Donghun’s snoring, Sunwoo side is empty making you feel slightly lost. You presume He needed a shower in peace and you let your eyes brush over the 7am clock before falling back to sleep.

“What do we tell her?” Donghun’s voice wakes you. “Nothing let me sort it, i’ll speak to him, he’s having a wobble that’s all,” Heechan replied. Your heart feels like it slowing as your eyes refuse to open to hear them further. “This will devastate her, she’s so badly in love with him,” Donghun cry’s. “Don’t you think I don’t know that, do you not think I know that this is only because she wants him and she can’t. Trust me I’ll sort it don’t let her see that note,” Heechan says as you can hear the click of his belt.

You can’t bare to be kept in the dark any longer and you sit up to face their crestfallen faces on display. “Pass me the note,” you order, as they glance at each other fear of your reaction. “It doesn’t matter what the notes says it’s a blip I will sort it I promise,” Heechan fake smiles. “Donghun please as your best friend pass me the note,” you ask your eyes widening towards your best friend. His eyes drop as he takes it to you knowing that you need to view it right that second. “Suchan please,” Heechan pleads, “don’t read it, he don’t mean it you know how jealous he can get, let me sort it,” He adds.

Your hands shake as you hold the letter, you can see tears almost falling from Donghun’s, your pain is enough to hurt him too.

‘My Dearest Suchan being with you has been the most amazing time I have ever had, So full of love and happiness. But Jacob was right, I fell in love and can’t handle sharing you. I regret running away from the start, and now I’ve paid the price. I know Donghun and Heechan will look after you well and give you the excitement fun we’ve been able to give you. I hope you will cherish last night like I will do too. Forever with love Sunwoo xx’

Your mind went numb, the sound of your sobbing tears falling on the paper fill the room. Sunwoo had left you, not because he didn’t want you but because he couldn’t handle this shared relationship. Jacob was right, he was always right why did you doubt him. Chanhee also, he pleaded in the car, he told you Sunwoo wouldn’t be able to handle it. You had ignored the people who knew you both.

“I’ll fix this I promise,” Heechan repeated cupping your teary face. He looked at Donghun before dashing in pursuit of Sunwoo. “Princess I’m here, I got you,” Donghun said, his voice breaking as he held you as you sobbed into his arms.

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[midnightartemis]

stay with me, darling (even just for a little while)

Steddie x reader

Rated E

TW/CW PLEASE READ

Warnings: Post-sexual assault, depictions of violence aftermath. whumpee reader, reader gets roofied and assaulted, beaten at a party, flashbacks of said event, some thoughts of death/dying/suicide. It is implied that the reader has strict/religious parents.

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Sexual Assault, Eddie and Steve are already together.

AN: not sure if this is something I will continue. Approximately 5000 wc. Not proofed.

Eddie finds you trying to escape from the house party where you were assaulted; you never want to let him go.

The thing about pain is…

After a while, you reach a limit. 

After a while, it fades away. 

You just sit back and take it. 

You stop struggling against it.

You start to think ‘Well, this is just how it goes, you know?’

And then you’re laying alone in a stranger’s bed with marks that will turn into bruises. 

And a cut on your lip.

And the taste of your own blood on your tongue starts to bring you back. 

And you feel the pain of it all over again. 

As the door swings shut behind you.

You’re not sure how long you lay there. You just lay there until the anxiety of someone finding you out weights the numbness of your mind. Until the pain demands that you get moving. Until all your thoughts finally switch to–

Run. 

Run.

Dammit, run. 

You pick up your clothes one by one and put them back on a body that no longer feels like your own. 

It's quiet. 

Is he still here?

Did he leave?

You opened the door just a hair and look out into the hallway. There’s no one. Down the stairs is the front door. You wince as you grab the railing, taking the steps down one at a time, breathing through the pain that spikes with every movement. You can still hear people in other rooms– the remains of a party you had at one point been enjoying. 

You slip through the door and out into the cool Fall night. 

Run. 

Run where?

Running was out of the question. 

It was two miles back to your house. 

With your luck, your mother would still be up. She couldn’t see you like this. You didn’t want anyone to see you like this. 

When did it get so cold?

When did you start shaking? Or did you never stop?

Cars and streets and trees and houses blurred in your vision. 

Nowhere was safe anymore.

You hadn’t moved from the porch. 

“Hey.”

You flinched at the voice that came out of the shadows. 

“Are you alright?”

It was familiar. You tried to focus your eyes on the shadow moving towards you. You weren’t afraid of it. That voice was safe. That voice knew what to do. 

You tried to make a sound and only croaked. Your neck burned. You blinked again at the figure slowly coming towards you. Tall. Curly hair. Soft brown eyes. 

You needed to leave. 

You took a step and your legs gave out from under you. 

“Woah!” Tattooed arms and ringed fingers caught you. “Have a little much to drink tonight, darling?”

He tried to steady you, but you couldn’t feel your legs anymore. His strong fingers brushed against the bruises on your ribs and you whimpered pathetically, rasping. “Eddie, help.”

Help? Eddie tried to get you to stand up straight, but you leaned into him with all your weight, holding on to him with shaking hands. He lowered you to the porch steps, finally getting a good look at you in the dim light. 

His blood ran cold. 

The cut on your lip. A bruising eye. Red marks around your neck. Shaking hands and a thousand-yard stare. The tank top you wore had been practically ripped in half. 

No.

No, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He barely knew you. 

But he didn’t need to know you to know what had just happened. Right under his fucking nose. “Wait right here, okay? I’m going to go get help, okay?”

“No.” You gripped him tighter, turning to him with teary eyes. “No. No one– no one can know. No one can know. Please.”

“Darling, you’re hurt. You’re really hurt. You need a hospital, or–”

You shook your head vehemently. “No. No hospitals, please, Eddie. I just– I just need to sleep. I just–”

You tried to stand up again. 

Eddie caught your arm. “Okay. Okay. No hospitals.”

You were panicking and Eddie had no idea how to handle this, but this seemed to help. He gently urged you back down. You were shaking, still, so hard he thought you might pass out. “Did…” He didn’t want to ask. “Did they give you anything? Whoever did this… Did they give you anything?”

You flinched, closing your eyes. “I-I don’t know. I don’t know.”

“Do you know… Are they still here?”

You tried to answer but found sobs welling up in your throat instead. You shrugged. Try as you might, some tears escaped your eyes and burned against the cuts on your face.

“Okay. Hey,” Eddie knelt in front of you, holding your hands. “It’s going to be okay. I’m going to get you out of here and somewhere safe, but to do that, I need some help. I just need to go inside and get Steve. You know Steve, right? He can help us. Is that okay?”

After a moment you nodded. “Just Steve. Don’t– no one else.”

Eddie squeezed your hands. “No one else. I promise. Just stay right here. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Eddie left, sprinting up the steps and disappearing into the house. 

You wrapped your arms around your legs, staring into the street. You wanted to lie down. You wanted to go to sleep and never get back up again.

Eddie tore through the house, eventually finding Steve chatting with some girl in the kitchen as he helped her wash up some dishes. Eddie stopped in the doorway, heart racing. Steve would know what to do. Steve always knew what to do. 

Steve took one look at Eddie and knew something was off. He set down the dish he was drying. “Hey, Lisa. I gotta go.”

“Aw, well, it was nice to see you, Steve. Thanks for helping me clean up!”

Steve was out of the kitchen with his hand on Eddie’s shoulder before Lisa could even finish her sentence. “What is it? Something happen? Code Red?”

“No.” Eddie paused in the middle of the living room. It wasn’t empty. There were a few partiers sleeping on the couches and floor. “Not a code red. I mean not a you-know-what code red. There was… Someone is hurt. And she’s sitting out on the porch right now. And I don’t know what happened exactly, but… I can guess.”

Steve’s heart dropped. “Here? Tonight?”

Eddie nodded. “Looks like it.”

“Who.”

“She hasn’t said.”

Steve ran a hand through his hair. How did he miss it? How did he let something happen tonight? “I’m sober. I can get her to the hospital.”

“I tried to get her to go already, but she’s refused. I don’t want her to freak out more. Is Nancy still here? Or Robin?”

Steve shook his head. “They left a while ago. Shit.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Do you think she’d go to Joyce and Hopper’s?”

It was worth a shot. 

Eddie led Steve out onto the porch. You hadn’t moved an inch, curled into yourself on the top step. Steve called out your name softly and you flinched. Eddie sat down beside you again as Steve knelt in front of you. “Hey. Eddie told me you needed some help. We’re going to get you somewhere safe with some people I trust with my life. I know you don’t want to go home or the hospital, but we need to take care of you. Is that okay?”

Why were they being so nice to you? You looked from Steve to Eddie, their faces blurring and smudged in your vision. Eddie nodded reassuringly. He offered his hand to you. “It’s going to be okay. I promise.”

You wondered why you had ever avoided Eddie in high school. Where was social status now? Where were all your friends now? They were the ones who–

You blinked. 

And you nodded. “Okay.”

You slipped your hand into Eddie’s hand and leaned into him as he helped you to your feet. He smelled nice. Like cigarettes and weed and spiced cologne. He helped you down the steps with your shaking legs. 

You were still shaking. 

At the bottom of the steps your legs gave out again and Eddie caught you, scooping you up into a bridal carry. “I’ve got you.” 

Eddie sucked in a breath as you folded yourself into his chest, clinging tighter to him. His chest throbbed with some type of feeling he could not put into words yet. Eddie looked up at Steve, sharing the same thought with the other man. Whoever had done this to you would pay. 

“Keys?” Steve asked.

Eddie motioned to the keychain hanging from his hip and Steve took them with a gentle touch to Eddie’s back. 

He carried you to his van and up into the back as Steve crawled into the driver’s seat. Eddie tried to lay you down on the ratty old couch he kept back there, but you clung to him so hard, he ended up sitting with you in his lap instead. Eddie brushed your hair out of your face as Steve drove. “Hey, darling. It’s going to be okay. No one is ever going to hurt you like that again. I promise.”

With every bump the van hit, you bit back a whimper. But your shaking subsided as he held you. And he could tell that the exhaustion was starting to win you over. As much as he hated it, he knew you had to stay awake until they figured out what happened to you. “Stay with me, darling. I know it hurts. I’m so sorry. But you’ve gotta stay awake, okay? Can you look at me?”

You didn’t want to open your eyes, afraid that this was all a dream. Terrified that if you opened them, you’d be back in that room again. But then the van hit a deep pothole and you cried out as the pain returned in full force, shocking you back to your body, back to the hands that held you. 

Distantly, you knew the panic was bound to set in again. 

For now, you could only deal with stinging, shooting pain.

“You don’t have to be still for me, baby. I like when they fight back.”

Hand around your throat.

Hot breath against your cheek. 

“Hey, hey… Stay with me, darling. We’re almost there.”

You blinked and the van wasn’t moving anymore. You heard a shuffle, some low mutterings, the sound of a car door. “Where– Where am I?”

“We’re the house of some good people. The ones Steve talked about. Do you remember him saying that?” Eddie looked down at you with a concerned furrow between his brows. 

“I’m sorry,” You choked out. 

“Shh. Nothing to be sorry about.” Eddie gently ran his hand over your cheek, trying to bring any ounce of comfort to you that he could. “Joyce is going to take care of you. We all are.”

You nodded once and blacked out again. The world became nothing more than shadows and a gentle touch. 

Steve stood on the porch of Joyce and Hopper’s cabin. His hands shook. They hadn’t stopped shaking the whole way. He should have been paying better attention at that party. Not… Flirting with Eddie and playing pool with Robin. He knew he wasn’t a god; he couldn’t be everywhere at once. But, maybe if he had just been a bit more vigilant–

Steve raised his hand up to knock, feeling sorry to have to wake Hopper and Joyce at this hour. But he didn’t know where else to go or what else to do. He’d fought demons and this was far scarier to him. 

The door opened just a crack before Steve could knock. 

“Steve?” Joyce opened the door further, lowering a shotgun. Her face dropped into concern instantly. “It’s nearly three am. What are you doing here? Is everything okay? Are the kids–”

“The kids are fine,” He reassured her. “It’s someone else. Eddie and Nancy and Robin and I were at Lisa Monroe’s house. For a party.” Steve left out Jonathan’s name, not wanting to get him in trouble. He quietly told Joyce about how Eddie had found you and the condition you were in. “We tried to get them to go to the hospital, but they refused. I didn’t know where else to take them.”

Joyce put a hand on Steve’s arm. “You did good. You can always come to us. With anything, Steve. Where are they?”

“In the van. Eddie didn’t want to move. It’s… It’s bad Joyce.”

Joyce nodded. “I’ll grab my kit.”

Joyce left the door open, leaving Steve on the porch as she shuffled on her shoes and grabbed her first aid bag from the kitchen. She’d been building up the bag and learned all she could about first aid in the last few months. It had helped the Munson boy live, so she supposed she wasn’t all that shabby. 

“Is everything okay?” Hopper appeared at the end of the hallway to their bedroom. He spotted the half-open front door and the first aid kit in her hands. 

She shook her head. “Can you grab some clean towels and some extra blankets and pillows? Get the guest bed ready. Steve? Can you help?”

Steve quietly stepped through the front door and nodded to Hopper. 

“Course.” Hopper didn’t even blink, giving Joyce a short kiss on the head. She closed her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath and preparing for what might be a very long night. 

You flinched hard in Eddie’s arms as the backdoor of the van opened. Eddie kept up with his calming tactics as his eyes adjusted to see Joyce standing in there. He pleaded with his eyes, not wanting to scare you. “It’s okay, darling. This is our friend Joyce. She’s really good at this stuff. Patched me up not that long ago and look at me now.”

You stared at the woman standing in the dim lights of the van, trying not to let the panic well up inside of you. She was going to tell. She was going to say something and everyone would know. Everyone would look at you like–

Joyce stepped up into the van. “Hey, sweetie.”

You shrank back into Eddie despite yourself. “No… Nonononono.”

“Hey.” Eddie’s gentle hands returned. “Look at me, darling. It’s okay. Joyce is going to help. She won’t tell anyone if you don’t want her to. But we need to look you over.”

“Eddie’s right. I’m just here to help, okay? Can you tell me your name?”

You double-checked Eddie’s face, her face. She looked nice. And kind. Like a mother. You swallowed and told her your name. 

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m so sorry this has happened to you, sweetie. Do you know if they gave you anything? Anything that maybe got put in your drink?”

You glanced up at Eddie and he gave you a reassuring nod.

“I don’t know. Maybe. I remember getting to Lisa’s and then… I don’t know.” It was a giant blackhole in your memory from then to waking up in that bed. “I don’t know– I–”

An intense wave of nausea hit you and you scrambled to get away from Eddie. You fell to the floor of his van, vomiting all over the shaggy carpet. Hands you instantly knew were Eddie’s held your hair out of your face and picked you up a moment later when you started to fall over. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay. I hated that carpet anyway.”

“Can we get you inside?” Joyce asked. “You’re shivering and I’m worried about shock setting in. Steve and Hop are getting a room ready for you. You’re safe now, okay?”

You nodded weakly and let Eddie pick you up and carry you out of the van. It was only then you realized you were out of town, in the middle of the woods by a cozy-looking cabin. No one was going to see you out here. It brought you a little more calm; the thought of being perceived like this, feeling so weak and broken, made you want to vomit again. You buried your head into Eddie’s chest and squeezed your eyes shut, wishing you would have just stayed home tonight. 

Eddie carried you up some steps and through a doorway into the warm dimly lit house. 

“Where to?” Eddie asked someone softly and then you were being carried down the hall, through another doorway. “I’m going to put you down on a bed, is that okay?”

You gripped him a little tighter, “Don’t leave me.”

“I’m not going anywhere, darling,” Eddie promised. “I’ll stay right here as long as you need.”

With that you reluctantly let go of him and let yourself be deposited on a cushiony bed, covered with a homey quilt. You gripped it. “Can I have some water?”

“Course.” Eddie looked behind him and you noticed Steve and Joyce standing by the doorway. Steve nodded and dipped away to grab a glass while Joyce stepped inside. She had a duffle bag in her hands which she set on the foot of the bed. 

“Can I take a look at you, honey?”

You nodded and tried not to flinch as she unzipped the bag. Her hands were as gentle as her eyes though her brow creased with worry. You used to go into the shop where she worked. 

As gently as she could, Joyce cleaned away your face. You shut your eyes, breathing hard as the cuts burned. You hadn’t seen yourself in the mirror yet. Was it bad? Was it really that bad? 

A sob made its home in your throat as you struggled to breathe. The pain which had been easier to ignore early grew with every touch. Not even Joyce’s gentle words of encouragement could quench the shame welling up inside of you. You gripped the quilt, trying not to pull away from Joyce’s ministrations. 

“Hey.” Eddie’s voice snapped you out of your spiral. His hand landed on yours as he sat down beside you. “Keep your eyes on me. I know it sucks to stare upon a visage as ugly as mine, but I need you to try.”

A watery laugh broke through your sob. “You’re not ugly.”

“Hmm… Better check your eyes then.” Eddie moved closer to you, staring straight into your eyes. “Yeah, thought so. Anti-ugly contact lenses. They’ll get you every time.”

You giggled despite the pain coursing through you. Joyce finished bandaging your face and stepped back to give you some space as she set her tools down. “Sweetie, I hate to ask this, but I have to. Are there other bruises? Did… whoever it was…”

You swallowed and nodded. 

“Eddie, maybe…”

You shook your head vehemently, which only made your head hurt worse. 

“Okay, okay,” Joyce said quietly. “But I’m going to ask you to take your shirt off and possibly more. If–”

“Eddie stays.” You choked out. He felt like the only stable thing in this world right now. 

A light knock came on the door and you jumped. 

“It’s Steve,” Eddie reassured you, touching your arm gently. His soothing touches grounded you more than anything. 

Joyce opened the door a crack and said a few quiet words before returning with a cool glass of water for you. You took it and downed it sloppily, not realizing how dry your mouth was, how thirsty you were. Though it made your stomach roll again, you finished off the glass and handed it back to Joyce. 

Your body screamed at you as you tried to slip your shirt over your head, but Eddie was right there to help you. 

Joyce couldn’t hide the gasp that escape her lips as Eddie’s gaze turned stony. You tried to look down, but couldn’t bring yourself to see what he had done to you. 

“Honey, who did this to you?” Joyce’s muffled, distant voice asked you. You stared off across the room, taking in the warm wood and peach wallpaper. The cream curtains covered the double-hung window. You could feel Eddie and Joyce’s silent conversation happening around you, but couldn’t bring yourself to figure out what it meant. You were tired, so tired; the world was too much to process anymore.

“Can I shower?” You asked. “I just want to go to bed.”

“Sweetie, we have to call your parents,” Joyce said gently.

“No!” Panic lacerated your core, pulling you briefly out of your haze. “Please, please, don’t call them. You can’t call them. No one can know– No one can know. Eddie, you promised, you promised, you–”

Your breaths came short and fast, cutting off your desperate pleas.

“Okay, okay.” Joyce held her hands up. “Eddie… Maybe it’s better if you step out for a second.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. You ignored the flash of fear your had as he quietly left the room. 

Joyce sighed and turned back to you. “I won’t call them tonight, but you have to tell me why.”

“They did know– I wasn’t supposed to be at the party. I wasn’t– They’re going to kill me. Please.” You begged. 

“Oh honey, I’m sure they–”

“You don’t understand.” She had to understand. You had to make her understand. “They will kill me.”

Your parents were strict. Beyond strict. They barely let you out of the house. You were supposed to be at home in bed right now. You had snuck out because your so-called friends had cajoled you into it. Your parents hated your friends. Said they weren’t Godly. Said they were vapid and a distraction from your studies. 

What would happen if you weren’t at breakfast tomorrow? Oh god, your face. How were you going to hide your face?

You wished he had finished the job. 

“Not on my watch.” Joyce took your hands as she knelt in front of you. “We’ll call them in the morning, okay? And I will be right by your side to handle them. And if you want to file a report with the police, I’ll be right there beside you, too. I’ve gone through what you’re going through, honey. I know how hard it is, but you’re not alone, okay?”

Joyce had gone through this, too? But she looked so… Normal. “Can I shower? Please?”

“I… Let me grab you some fresh clothes, okay?” She stood grabbed her bag, shuffling out of the room. 

You nodded and stared at the floor where Joyce had been as the quietness of the bedroom threatened to overtake you. You held your torn shirt in your hands and ran the fabric over your fingertips.  You watched as heavy tears formed wet spots against the white. 

If Eddie thought seeing the state of you under splotchy porch light was bad, seeing you in the warm glow of Joyce’s many lamps was worse. Eddie didn’t want to stare but as he sat next to you on the guest bed, his eyes kep darting from your split lip to the lump on your forehead to your swelling eye to the bruises on your neck in the shape of fingers. 

And when you took off your shirt, it took every ounce of willpower not to stay seated and not go hunt down every man who could have possibly done this to you; your torso was a mottled mess of red bruises. 

He kept replaying the night in his head searching for any moment that might give him a clue. He’d seen you. He’d seen your asshole popular friends— the usual crowd of jocks and cheerleaders. It had to be one of them. None of them had ever stuck around to make sure you got home safe. One of them had to have seen you— one of them had to know— 

Eddie flexed the hand that wasn’t holding yours. He flinched as you did as Joyce cleaned the cuts on your face. He had the moment to wonder why you trusted him so much. The two of you had barely said two words to each other before. In fact, you seemed to avoid everyone, lost in your own world. And yet…

No one can know– No one can know. Eddie, you promised, you promised, you–”

He wanted to protest when Joyce kicked him out but you weren’t looking at him anymore as you hugged your arms to your chest. He was fucking terrified. He had no idea what he was doing. What if he was only making it worse?

Joyce pushed him out of the room with a forever patient, promising look. 

Eddie shut the door behind himself and stood for a moment alone in the hall. Joyce had said that he had done everything right, but it didn’t feel like it. The last time someone asked him for help…

Eddie glanced up at the ceiling. 

“Eddie?” Will’s quiet, sleepy voice came from down the hall. “What are you doing here?”

Shit. 

“Hey, kid… There was… Someone got hurt. Not any of us, but a friend. She’s going to be okay though, so,” Eddie swallowed. “Probably best if you just give her some space and go back to bed.”

Will fidgeted with a worried frown. “Is it– I haven’t felt anything.”

“No. No, it’s not.” Eddie prayed to any god who would listen that it was not. He had enough Upside Down bullshit for one lifetime. 

“Okay.” Will hesitated a moment longer before slipping back into his room.

Eddie let out a breath and turned down the hall toward the low rumble of quiet voices in the kitchen. The light was on and both Steve and Hopper were leaning against the kitchen counters with dower, serious looks on their faces. Hopper eyed Eddie as he walked in. As the chief of police, Hop and him didn’t exactly see eye to eye, but Eddie stayed on his best behavior and Hopper turned the other cheek for a lot of shit. Even if the cop was incredibly protective of Steve, Eddie hoped Hop could see how happy he was with Steve. 

Steve pushed away from the counter, setting the empty glass in his hand down. “Everything okay?”

No. Nothing was okay. Not a single damn thing was okay. 

“She’s…” Eddie’s voice broke. “It’s bad, Stevie. There are bruises everywhere. Whoever did this deserves to burn. We were right there. How could this happen?”

Steve ran his hand over Eddie’s arms. “It's not your fault, baby. It’s not anyone’s fault but the bastard who did this, okay?”

“She still not saying who?” Hop grunted. “I’ll have him in cuffs before the morning I can damn well promise that.”

Eddie shook his head. “She doesn’t want anyone to know, not even her parents. She kind of freaked out when Joyce suggested it.”

“I know them… Honestly, can’t say I blame her.” Hopper rubbed his chin. “But I’m obligated if she’s still a minor.”

“She’s my age,” Steve spoke up. “We, uh, her birthday is like a month after mine. We used to do joint parties in elementary school.”

“Then, legally, I can’t make her do anything she doesn’t want to do. If she doesn’t want to press charges, then…” Hopper sighed with a furrowed brow. “There’s nothing I can do.”

“So, what? We just let this guy get off scot-free?” Eddie scoffed. “You can’t be serious, Hop. You saw her face! He could have killed her!”

“Look, son, I hate it as much as you do but that’s the law–”

“Then the law is fucked up,” Eddie hissed, trying to keep his voice low. “What if it was your daughter, huh?”

“Eds–” Steve tried to stop him, but it was too late. 

Hopper pushed off the counter, towering over Eddie with a red face. “Listen, kid, I don’t like this any more than you do, but it’s not about you. It’s about her. If it was Jane, I’d burn the goddamn world down, but Jane is still a child. My child. Don’t you ever say something like that again.”

Eddie scowled and spat venomously, “Pathetic.”

“Okay,” Steve took his arm and shoved him gently out of the kitchen. Eddie shrugged him off, storming into the living room of his own accord. 

“What the fucking point of fucking cops if they won’t do a goddamn thing?” Eddie wheeled back, ready to give Hopper a bigger piece of his mind. 

Steve caught him, “Hop’s not your enemy here. Sit. Breathe.”

Eddie fell into the couch and jammed his palms into his eyes as they started to burn with tears. He was fucking exhausted and on edge and just about ready to scream and break everything in the house. 

At Steve’s urging he tried to take a deep breath. And another one. And another one.

Steve sank down beside him, placing a hand on his back and rubbing gently. “It’s going to be okay.”

“How the hell are you so calm?”

“I’m not.” Steve chuckled. “I’m just good at hiding it I guess. If I freak out then the kids freak out and when you’re trying to battle interdimensional monsters, freaking out gets you dead.”

“That explains it.” Eddie rubbed his chest, feeling the scars beneath his shirt. Steve sighed and sat back, pulling Eddie with him into the crook of his arm. “Can we stay until morning?”

“Yeah.” Steve ran his fingers through Eddie’s hair. “We can stay.”

#tw suicidal thoughts #tw abuse #tw rape #eddie x you #steddie fic #steddie x you #steve x you

[nanamikeento]

two for one | levi ackerman; erwin smith #02

ao3 | read the full work here

Levi Ackerman x reader x Erwin Smith | chapter two

Summary: You’re in the brink of getting evicted. Your income barely pays for the monthly expenses. You’d do anything not to get back to your parents’s house. You’d do anything for a better life, for a little more money. Even if it means having an polygamous arrangement with not one, but two sugar daddies. But what happens if you get in the way of their relationship? Or worse, what happens if you fall in love with not one, but both of them? [Modern AU]

Warnings: mentions of loose hair, sex thoughts and self deprecation thoughts (read tags and notes for more warnings)

The dress I put on clings to my body, making me feel uncomfortable with it. My curves are prominent in it, as much as the black fabric makes the illusion of hiding them. I quickly undress and walk over my closet again. 

Young, I need to look young.  

How do young people dress like nowadays? My mind goes back to Krista and I wish I had gotten her contact information or something so I could ask for some advice. A small sigh escapes my lips as I pull another dress from my closet. The truth is that I don't have many clothes to go on fancy dates. Especially for a date on a very expensive restaurant. 

The agency emailed me the location for the date and advised me not to share the information with anyone, except if it was for my safety. When I looked the place up, I found out it's a restaurant at one of the most expensive hotels in the city. So not only I'd have to dress to impress, but there's also a chance of them inviting me to a room. 

Would they do that the first night they met? The last thing I want is to be compelled to have sex with them right away. But could they force me to do anything I don't want to? 

“Our partner restaurants and hotels are required to intervene if they feel like something is not going well.”  Hannah explained me when I questioned it out loud back at the interview. “You're free to signal them if something goes wrong, discreetly or not.”  

It did little to simmer down my anxiety, though. Not only I'm going to a blind date, but I'm going to one with two men. Dates in general are scary, especially when you don't know the person you're meeting. 

Sighing, I give up on trying to find a dress for tomorrow. Throwing myself on my messy bed, I think about how I'm one sleep away from meeting them. I'm curious to know what they look like, since the agency doesn't allow us to see pictures of the people we match, for privacy reasons. I wonder if they're curious to know about me as well. Knowing they agreed on meeting me is a start. 

One more sleep to meet them. My stomach churns at the thought. Am I excited or just nervous? 

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I decide to go with a long grey plaid dress that went down below my knees. I try not to load my eyes with concealer to cover my dark circles from overworking plus not being able to sleep last night. I keep my make up light: simple brown shadow and eyeliner. I don’t want them to think badly of me. 

Ugh. I hate first dates.  

I let my hair loose, on its natural state, and complete the makeup with red lipstick. The spaghetti strap of my dress kept falling over one of my shoulders and showing more cleavage than I want to, so I dress a leather jacket on top and put on some elevated boots. 

Giving the mirror one last look, I exhale a breath and nod at myself. 

“It’s gonna be fine,” I say to no one in particular. 

The drive’s free of charge, courtesy of  Sugar Angels, and I’m extremely grateful I don’t have to take the train to get to the other side of the city. My heart hammers hard inside my chest and every turn and swerve makes me nauseous. 

Will they like me enough to invite to a room or will they just reject me? I don’t even want to go to a room in the first night, but if they didn’t take me to one that would be worse, wouldn’t it? 

Suddenly I feel like telling the driver to make a U turn and go back home. Anxiety fills me to the brim and I feel like I’m having a panic attack as the car arrives at the hotel. My legs take me out of the car, and walk to the reception. My mind is blank as I enter the fancy place, my body moves on my own as I say I have a reservation on Erwin Smith’s name. 

The lack of confidence is loud on my small voice and hunch down posture, so as soon as I walk pass a mirror, I adjust it. A waiter leads me to a table far from the bar, in a more private part of the restaurant and I don’t know if I feel relieved or anxious about it. I surely don’t want people to see me in an awkward date, but to be with two men I don’t know makes me nervous. 

The first thing I notice is blonde hair and blue eyes. Erwin stands up to greet me, a bright smile on his lips. He’s so tall, much taller than me, even with my elevated boots on. He’s wearing a light blue dress shirt and beige slacks. His energy makes my heart skip a beat, the soft look on his face giving me comfort somehow. For a moment I forget why I’m so nervous, for when I look at his face, I feel so calm and relaxed. I smile back at him and shake his hand, giving my name.  

Then, there’s Levi. He’s also standing to greet me, but he looks like he had sucked a lemon dry with the expression on his face. His eyes are dark green, almost grey, as they stare into me, making me shrink again. He’s fairly smaller than Erwin, almost my height, although I look taller than him with my boots on. He’s wearing all black, dress shirt and jacket, a total opposite of his partner. I shake his hand too, feeling anxiety bubbling up in my throat again.

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