#With the permanent tippy toes

[cryptidcalling]

Cosmo bodyyy

(Base by PjBottoms on DA)

#Cosmo tag #I didn’t add the mushrooms or anything bc. Nightmare #There’s a reason I never draw Cosmo myself lol #Technically his legs are more bendy/goatlike in his ref but tbh I prefer the plantigrade look like this #With the permanent tippy toes

[haoboutyou]

pretty kitty | lee minho

fluff | 707 words | no warnings

If hybrids exist in this world, you are convinced your boyfriend would most definitely be a cat.

Cats love Lee Minho, and he loves them just as much. Your affection for him increases tenfold whenever you see him tenderly caring for any feline within his sight. He’s the kind of person who would carry extra cat treats in his pocket even when he was only going on a walk around the neighbourhood. He prepares Soonie, Doongie and Dori’s food bowls with such immense attention to detail every mealtime, and the cats have made a habit of eagerly waiting for him to come home to the door every evening. And your personal favourite: how gentle he is with his cats, always talking to them in soft voices; that’s how much he loved and adored them.

Naturally, you’ve noticed that your boyfriend seems to have picked up on some of his fur children's habits. His jaw widens first when he yawns, eyes forming into the cutest crescent moons as he does so. He shies away from physical touch, but bumps his head on your shoulder when he craves your attention. His arms reach outwards whenever he stretches after waking up from sleep.

Even now, he slowly blinks to show you that he is actively listening to you, reminiscent of his feline counterparts. His concentration breaks briefly when he notices a cat sleeping on the park bench, stopping to bend over and pet the sleeping calico. You couldn’t help but giggle at how he tilts his head, confused as to why you started laughing mid-sentence.

“Pretty kitty.” You mumble, kneeling next to him. Minho watches as you reach over to scratch the cat’s chin. The cat lets out a subtle purr at your touch, eliciting a smile from you.

His signature vanilla scent enveloped you as his arm slings around your shoulder. Minho pulls you closer to him, causing you to practically fall into him.

“That’s not right,” he starts the exact moment you yelp in surprise. “I’m your pretty kitty.”

“Minnnn” you whine, “you’re gonna scare him.”

“Good.” He hugs you tighter, nuzzling his cheek into yours. “You should only pay attention to me.”

“Jeez, what’s gotten into you?” Laughing, you leaned into his chest. The cat must’ve gotten sick of the PDA happening right in front of him, choosing instead to disappear into the bushes behind. “Min, the cat ran away!” Oh, how difficult it was for him to resist pinching your cheeks.

Instead, he turns to plant a sloppy kiss on you. He throws his head back, whole body vibrating with laughter when you over-exaggerate wiping away his affections. “I miss this. It’s been a while since it’s been just the two of us.”

It’s true; the two of you had been so preoccupied with work lately, to the point that the only time you got to see each other was through brief video calls late at night. Today was the first proper date you had been able to go on in a month, and Minho was determined to keep you all to himself.

Humming in reply, you stood up, pulling your boyfriend up with you. His grip on your hand tightened as he stuffed your intertwined hands into his jacket pocket. As if transported into a romance drama, a gust of wind blows through the very park you stood in. Cherry blossom petals flutter about, with a few of them even getting caught in Minho’s fluffy hair. You reach up on your tippy toes to extend a free hand moving up to brush them away. Minho takes this chance to grab it by the wrist, tilting it to press another kiss on the inside of your palm.

“I’ve missed you too, my pretty kitty.”

His ears tinged as pink as the flower petals floating about. Half his face hidden by your hand, his shining eyes stare back at you with all the affection in the world. One day, he thinks. One day he’ll permanently make you his.

But for now, he notices how the chill of the wind causes you to shiver, prompting him to pull you even deeper into his chest. “There’s a cafe nearby that Jisung recommended. Shall we go?”

“Yeah, i’d like that.”

#leeknow fluff #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #lee know fluff #lee know #leeknow #stray kids #skz #lee minho #lee minho fluff #˙✧˖° aiyu writes ༘ ⋆｡˚

[loveshotzz]

All I Really Want Is You

older!neighbor!widower! steve x fem!reader epilogue - a slow burn series of blurbs

Heaven Knows You Better ~ epilogue

summary: A glimpse into the future.

wc: 1.7k

warnings: none, just pure fluff 🧡 a slight mention of drinking a margarita.

authors note: I know you’re tired of hearing me say it, but thank you 🧡 writing this story and sharing it with you will always hold a special place in my heart.

🌆 <- chapter ten

The Masterlist / The Playlist / The Tune:

Three summers later - Beginning of May

The sun hangs bright in the deep blue sky, the air a little crisp from the last bit of the chill still leftover from spring. The heat of summer is just barely on the cusp of breaking through, you can feel it in the way the city starts to come alive again. The red ‘TEAM ALS’ banner blows in the wind as your shoes and Bandit’s paws cross the white finish line. The clapping of strangers on the side lines fills your ears, tugging a smile onto your slightly chapped lips, before you turn around to look at your fiancé. 

Steve can’t help his grin back, the whites of his teeth showing when your smile stretches wider at the sight of him. The bottoms of his black running shorts flap in the breeze, revealing more skin at the tops of his thighs that still lights a match deep inside your gut. You don’t think you’ll ever be immune to him. The white socks on his feet are pulled up to his shins, the color of his On Clouds matching the banner above you. The polyester of his dark gray Nike running sweater fits tight across his chest, the zipper on its high neck being tugged by a set of golden blond puppy paws.

“I told you Molly wasn’t gonna make it all the way,” he huffs, a laugh threatening to bubble past his lips when the rambunctious labrador starts licking his stubble covered cheek, pushing up the bill of his black Nike baseball cap. 

God, you’ll never not want to kiss him.

“She made it more than half way, give her some credit Steve.” You roll your eyes and he’s proud to say that’s the third one he’s earned today. The first being in your barely unpacked kitchen when he snuck up from behind to blow a raspberry on your neck while making coffee in the morning.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You weren’t the one who had to carry the extra ten pounds the last two miles, were you?” He reminds you with a smirk, setting the wiggling puppy down now that she’s regained most of her strength back.

Bandit whines for Steve’s affections, pawing at him when he’s eye level, getting the scratch behind both ears he wanted. The German shepherd wasn’t the only one wanting his attention, and it takes everything inside you not to pout yourself when he stands back up and doesn’t immediately kiss you. Despite the chill, there’s still a sheen of sweat that coats his permanently sun kissed skin, the spice of his cologne becoming more pronounced because of it.

“Thank you for doing this with me baby,” the teasing edge to Steve’s voice is gone, replaced with something softer - made even sweeter as he pulls you closer by waist, his nose bumping with yours when you stand on your tippy toes hooking your free arm around his neck. Your fingers twitch to be in his hair, you hate his hats.

“I’ll do them all with you,” you whisper because it’s just for him, it’s always just for him. His cheeks dust pink like he knows it and his hold on you tightens.

“I can’t wait to marry you,” the words come out soft against your lips, his eyes meeting yours from down the bridge of his nose.

“Three months.” 

The reminder makes him close the space that’s left, smiling into the kiss. It still feels like a hundred butterfly’s wings flutter against your rib cage when your lips slot together like they were never meant to be apart. It’s hard to get lost in him the way you want to with hundreds of people around and two dogs that can’t seem to stop their play fighting, tugging harshly on their leashes at your feet. That doesn’t keep Steve from tracing your bottom lip with his tongue when the tips of your fingers find the flyaway hairs sticking out of the bottom of his cap. You giggle against his lips and he can’t find it in himself to be disappointed when you pull away, like he knows you both should because of it.

“Careful, might have to take you downtown right now if you don’t stop,” he teases, biting his bottom lip to stop from kissing you again.

“I don’t think Eddie would ever forgive you for taking away his opportunity to finally be your best man.” Running your hands down his chest, you can feel his groan vibrate under your palms.

“Don’t remind me.” Steve lets you go, finally taking his hat off to reveal a dirty golden mess on top of his head, long fingers running through it.

Bandit whines, nudging Steve’s knee with his snout before rubbing the side of his face against his leg, ignoring the way the puppy jumps and paws at his side.

“I think someone wants to switch.” You grin at the way Steve’s face softens for his favorite boy, offering you Molly’s leash in exchange without a word.

“Someone missed daddy, huh?” Steve asks in the kind of baby voice you know he picked up from you, but the reference to himself still has you clenching like your second date. 

Bandit barks in response, tail wagging a mile a minute as you untangle the unruly puppy from around him. You give up quickly on letting her walk, picking her up just like Steve had, the wiggling weight of her in your arms has you biting your tongue about how heavy she really is.

“I think we’ve earned a margarita when we get home, right molly?” Hinting at Steve with a smirk tugging at your lips when you kiss the puppies restless snout - it's his turn to roll his eyes.

“Honey, we still need to pack. We leave for New York tomorrow at like nine A.M.” He runs another hand through his hair before putting his hat back on his head and you have to resist pulling it off as you both make your way through the crowd.

“Okay, we can pack and then a margarita… although packing might be a lot more fun after one. Just a thought.” You shrug with fake nonchalance, finally getting a grip on Molly in your arms.

“After we pack and drop off the dogs at Nancy’s.” Steve chuckles, moving to the other side of you so his free hand can find the small of your back, the blunt ends of his nails scratching against the soft fabric of your oversized sweater. He could never go too long, he always had to be touching you.

“Deal.” Grinning, pleased with your promised drink, you push up on your toes to plant a sloppy kiss on his cheek, heart swelling at the pink that dusts tips of his ears because of it. 

9:15pm 🌃

The first sounds of cicadas buzz low in your ears, another reminder that summer was just around the corner while the two of you sit on the porch swing. Steve had set up on the small deck in your backyard. It wasn’t big like the ones in the suburbs but it was just enough for Bandit and Molly to stretch their legs without a leash. The citronella candle that you swore to Steve would work, burns lemon and lavender into the matching dusk sky, still too early in the season to prove yourself right. The stars are still half hidden by the big tree in the corner of your yard that has started to sag from the humidity. Though a lingering chill still nips in the breeze and it has Steve pulling you deeper into his side. The pine of his body wash from the shower you took together just before this mixes in the perfect blend to make your eyes heavy and your heart full. 

“You think Nancy’s going to be okay with both of them for five days?” Your question comes out quiet in the calm, your cheek pressed to the cotton of his white shirt. The hard muscles underneath twitching from the warmth of your breath. The ice in your half drank margarita clinks against the glass when your wrist starts to get lazy.

“I think we’re going to have a very well behaved puppy when we get back,” Steve chuckles before relieving you of your hold, setting your cup down next to his on the deck.

You giggle to yourself at the thought, humming in agreement, when he takes the opportunity to really cuddle you now. A big arm wrapping around you while his hand finds yours so he can do his favorite thing. His chin hits the top of your head, and the tips of his fingers tickle while he twirls the diamond ring around your knuckle. You can feel the way his cheeks pull up against your hair, his lips a ghost against the crown of your head, always losing himself in the fact that you said ‘yes.’

“Did you pack the Cubs shirts I got for Gwenny?” Steve asks like he’s trying to think back to the mess of a packing session the two of you had in between stolen kisses and heated touches that always led to more. 

“That was the first thing you packed, handsome.” You squeeze his hand, the smirk on your face widening at how obsessed of an uncle he was for the newest addition to the Munson family. 

“Oh yeah, I remember now. They are under my dress slacks,” he mumbles, while the pad of his thumb rubs small circles under your ribs where his fingers curl around your side.

Cuddling deeper into his chest a comfortable silence falls between you, the cicadas buzz louder, mixing with the sounds of the city and you wish you could always stay like this, wrapped up in him and the glow of the moon that leaks through the shaking leaves on the tree above you. The silver band he twirls around on your finger makes you realize this is what he’s asking for. A forever of moments just like this one tonight, of first, of lasts, of fingers intertwined, soft touches, stolen kisses and whispered sweet words in the moonlight that feel even sweeter when he says them again in the sunshine. 

This is what forever looked like with Steve Harrington, and you always want to be his tough girl.

beta’d by @superblysubpar

dividers by @chechelia

#my writing #all i really want us you series #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #steve x you #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington series #steve harrington slow burn #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagines

[gojoidyll]

Yandere ! Wriothesley x Nurse ! Reader

Summary | In which you help Sigewinne in the infirmary, and Wriothesley gets himself hurt just to see you.

request | @mitsumina12345

Ten times. You counted ten times that Wriothesley came into the infirmary that week while you were working.

It was always a cut on the cheek, or a bruise on his ribcage, or even a papercut he got from sorting through documents.

Whatever it was, he never failed to come to you, and you, of course, told Sigewinne about this, but she told you that Wriothesley hasn't come to see her once.

Wait. Make that eleven times.

"Your Grace, I see your back here again," you said as you stood next to him. He was already sitting down and waiting for you when you had come back from your lunch break.

"Sorry about that," he said with a chuckle.

You shook your head, "it's alright. Where are you hurt this time? Hopefully its not because of fight, yes?"

"Actually, I'm not hurt this time... I'm here because of something else?"

"Oh?"

"You told Sigewinne that one of the inmates here has been harassing you. I would like you to point them out to me."

You denied this quickly, "no, no Your Grace, you don't have to worry about this. Besides, he hasn't bothered me in a few days, so..."

Wriothesley stood up from the table, "maybe he's waiting for you to let your guard down. Believe it or not, some of these inmates were brought in here for murder, y/n."

You bit the inside of your cheek as you looked away from him, "it... it was the man that was brought down here a few weeks ago for... for stalking charges."

Wriothesley knew who you were talking about and he couldn't help but feel how the situation was a little ironic. Because he was doing the exact same thing to you. He knew your schedule inside and out. He knew what you liked best at the cafeteria and made sure you would always get the food you desired most. He knew what made you happy, sad, angry, and he knew what made you curious and scared too.

In retrospect, he should be charged for the same thing. But ... well, he was already in Meropide anyway, so in his eyes it didn't matter. Besides, he saw it as a way of protecting you. Better him than some creep, right?

"Him, huh? Well, don't worry, I'll take care of him."

Before he left, however, you grabbed onto his arm, "thank you, Wriothesley."

Your voice came out meeker than you had intended as you stood on your tippy toes and placed a small kiss against his cheek. The action causing his heart to skip a beat.

That was also the first time you said his name.

All in all, you never did hear anything about that man who had been stalking you. Though, you did notice how Wriothesley became a constant presence in your life there after. Even when your time as a nurse in the Fortress was supposed to be over, you found that you couldn't leave as you were permanently assigned as a nurse there.

But that's ok. Right? I mean, it's not like you'll find anyone better to stick close to than Wriothesley.

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x you #wriothesley x reader #genshin wriothesley #wriothesley #yandere wriothesley #yandere wriothesley x reader

[thedeviltohisangel]

All The Things I Did (5): I Hope I Don't Lose You

a/n: THE SEXUAL TENSION IS PARTIALLY BROKEN. let us all rejoice! light smut ahead but so worth it for these two to finally make each other cum, okay? this should mean inbox is open for sexy times discussions. i promise cass will let john love her soon, she is just scared, ok? they have their first fight but we will survive. standing by to chat//accept blurbs and asks and prompts. love you guys xoxo

warnings: smut

Cass was at a table in the corner of the social club when John and Curt entered. She had skipped out on interrogation, more curious about the envelope Mary had said had come for her marked as urgent from Washington. In it was the identity of the new Commanding Officer for the 100th Bomber Group, slated to arrive the next day. It was none other than Colonel Chick Harding. 

She had met Chick Harding in London on her way to Thorpe Abbotts. Her first test as a field officer was to conduct a suitability assessment of a RAF officer one of her colleagues at the embassy was hoping to turn into a source. Cass had been making great progress, her nerves fading the longer she realized she was good at this, when Colonel Harding had made his presence known. 

Since she was a teenager, Cass was used to men of all ages flirting with her. Remarking on her dress or her hair or her smile. It always made her feel icky but her older sister told her it was the price for being pretty. Harding had flirted with her, hadn’t tried to hide it, but it was different. Not forceful. Not relentless. Not like he was trying to use his rank to convince her of a certain outcome. After the circumstances under which she had left South Carolina, the attention had been welcome. Reminded her she wasn’t soiled goods. She knew it couldn’t be more than that and was on her way to her flat for the night when the Colonel had slipped a piece of paper into her hand. It made her laugh, the instructions on where she would be able to find him after the party. She hadn’t used them but they had made her feel giddy. And now it looked like Colonel Harding was set to become a more permanent presence in her life. 

“You’re looking particularly pensive tonight.” She looked up from the packet at the sound of John’s voice, a glass bottle of Coke placed in front of her and two rocks glasses of whiskey placed across from her. 

“Huglin’s been relieved of his command. Just reading some background on the new Colonel.” He pressed a thumb to the crease between her eyebrows to smooth it out. 

“No talk of work,” he muttered as he leaned in for a kiss. She obliged him gently and let him pull her off the chair. “You know I love this song.” 

“You love every song,” she giggled as he led her into a spin. He caught her against his chest and shared in her laugh.

“With you as my partner, how couldn’t I?” Their lips met halfway and he lifted her slightly to save the strain of going on her tippy toes. “I always ask you to dance but somehow we always get distracted from the actual dancing.”

“I’ve been told I have that effect on people. Handsome men in particular.” 

“Ah, you talk to a lot of handsome men recently?” He dropped her into a dip playfully. 

“I’m surrounded by them but one in particular…one in particular has caught my eye.” Her forehead rested against the side of the neck as he pulled her back up. 

“Tell me about him.”

“He’s one of the most intelligent men I’ve ever met. Has this little curl that falls onto his forehead that drives me crazy. Says things he means and makes me feel…,” she swallowed thickly and John nodded. He was giving her permission to say it. Validating that it was true. “Loved.” The sound of the band and the bartender pouring drinks and the white noise of conversation faded into the sound of her heart beating in her ears.

“Cass,” he started, ready to say those three words. Once and for all get them off his chest and into the atmosphere. Relieve himself of the burden of knowledge and hopefully accept hers in return.

“Not yet.” He froze and took a step back at her words. “I know you tried the other night and I just opened the door again but not yet.” Not when the other paper in that folder had said what they had. That she was selected for an operation into Berlin. An operation that had been unsuccessful three previous times. An operation where the last agent had come home draped in an American flag.

“Right. You say all those things and I’m just supposed to keep suffocating on my own words.” He backed away from her, Cass not used to this sense of dread in her chest. “You know, emotions aren’t inherently dangerous. You’re allowed to have them, Lieutenant.” She almost recoiled from the use of her rank. He downed his two previous glasses with ease and moved towards the bar to refill them.

“John, it’s for good reason. Trust me,” she pleaded as she reached for his arm. 

“I’m sure it’s too classified for someone like me. I’m not worth the risk, right?” 

“What? I’ve brought you in as much as I could! Shared everything with you-” One more glass of whiskey went down his throat. “You were the one I asked for when I got off that plane. The one I reached for because I knew you would make me feel safe.” A single tear rolled down her cheek and she wiped it away with anger. Another whiskey as he clenched his fist at the memory. 

“That feeling I had running towards you. That feeling I had when that son of a bitch got in the way of reaching you.” He brought her hand to rest flat against his chest. “The way I felt when you told me I was yours. That is what is trapped in here, Cass. That is what you aren’t letting me express to you.”

“If you do, and something happens to me, I’ll never forgive myself.” John was Air Exec. He’d be safe on the ground, in a control tower, locked away in an office to wait out this war. He had an after. Cass wasn’t so sure she was guaranteed the same. 

“What aren’t you telling me?”

“I got my next field assignment.” She didn’t elaborate any further but he thinks he was reading the implications behind her eyes. 

“When do you leave?” he relented. He regretted spending even a second angry with her now. Regretted being the cause of her tears. Wanted to spend the rest of the night apologizing. 

“Soon. They are sending me with a partner for this one, waiting for his arrival.” Cass hugged her arms around herself. She felt cold. Something missing between her and John that had been there earlier in the night. A distance between them she wasn’t used to and didn’t like.

“You going to say goodbye this time?” His fingers twitched to reach out and touch her but it felt wrong. Like the tether between them had snapped and needed more than the setting had to offer to fix it. 

“Never goodbye. A see you soon.” John looked up at the ceiling with a pitiful laugh. 

“Fuck, Cass, what are we going to do? A flyboy and a spook. We make quite the pair, don’t we?”

“I vaguely remember asking if you were a hotshot the first time I met you.”

“Only one of us has ended up in the medical wing.” Cass snorted and looked away from his analytical gaze. “I’m sorry.” There was a lot left unsaid but it was a start. She opened her mouth to respond when Curt’s voice echoed across the bar.

“Bucky! Round on me, let’s go!” 

“I’ll be over in a minute!” He wanted to fix things first. Get back to where they were at the beginning of the night.

“Go. I’ll catch up with you later.” She was reminded that the 100th had lost more than a few men that day and they were there to mourn them in the first place.

“You sure?” She nodded, John leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead. Cass gripped his chin before he could pull away.

“Kiss me properly, Major.” He grinned wickedly, his heart returning to it’s normal rhythm, surging forward to oblige her request. It was hungry and all consuming, frantic and frenzied. John pushed her hair over her shoulder to get a better grip around her cheek and groaned as her hands slid up the front of his chest with a deliberately slow pace. They only separated when the whistles pierced through the veil, John going back in for one, two, three more pecks to her lips before he fully pulled away. 

“Does that work?” Her lip slipped between her teeth and she nodded.

“Until later.” His knuckles brushed against her cheek longingly before he disappeared to the other end of the bar with his men. Cass grabbed her folder from the table and disappeared out the back door, ready to retire for the night. A couple hours of sleep would do her and emotionless heart some good.

----

She woke before the sun, the look in John’s eyes seared into her memory. Maybe it wasn’t worth trying to stop him from saying he loved her anymore. Maybe her worry about breaking his heart was misplaced. Cass thinks he would be strong enough to handle it. The longer he was out here, the better he would get at compartmentalizing his emotions. The losses for the 100th had only just begun. She didn’t know how she was supposed to watch him wear them. 

Cass needed some fucking air. Hopeful the cold would shock her back into her usual, even keeled self, she slipped her silk robe over her nightgown and stuck her feet into her boots before finding her way outside. She wasn’t surprised to hear voices, assuming Lemmons and his men were up early to work on the planes, but she recognized them with a furrowed brow as she got closer and two figures on top of the plane came into focus. Clearly it had ended up being more than one round. 

“Do you feel anything?” That was John. He was holding a bottle of whiskey and his uniform jacket was billowing in the breeze.

“Yeah, I miss those guys,” Curt responded.

“I don’t feel a thing anymore. Unless I’m with Spook.” He smiled wistfully. “With her, I feel everything.”

“She’s good for you. She’s keeping you sane out here.”

“Driving me insane more like it.” He needed to snap out of it. “Can you do me a favor?”

“What?”

“I want you to hit me. I want you to land one right on my beak.” She considered stepping in but was curious to see this play out.

“Major-”

“Don’t give me ‘Major.’” He threw his jacket to the ground. “Ranks off.”

“Stop horsing around.”

“Horsing around? I’m not a horse.” Cass watched him goad and goad Curt until his fist snapped forward and John’s hands flew to his nose.

“Bet you felt that.” She emerged from her hiding spot behind the tail of the plane and John smiled. 

“Lieutenant Cooper, can I trust him in your hands for the rest of the night?” Curt hopped down from the wing as she nodded. A kiss on his cheek as a thank you and he was off to try and catch a few moments of sleep. 

“Baby, come up here.” He moved to the edge and gripped under her arms, lifting her onto the wing of the plane with an ease that had her feeling warm in the cool early morning air. “What’re you doing out here?” John nuzzled his nose against hers lovingly. It had only been a few hours but he had missed her.

“Going for a walk when I heard a couple of hooligans and decided to check it out in spite of my best judgment.”

“This hooligan never got the chance to properly apologize to you earlier.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” Her hands rested against his chest and she looked up at him with adoration. “I shouldn’t have shut you down. Losing you scares me more than I know how to say and I’m not used to being scared.” Or used to being in love for that matter.

“My little Spook,” he traced his thumb along her bottom lip, “you don’t have to have your armor up around me.”

“I’m working on it. Just have to be patient with me.” Cass welcomed his kiss and recognized the pleasant ache that was settling between her legs. This man was making her feel things no other had in more ways than one.

“You take all the time you need. I’ll be here.” Call it the effects of alcohol or lack of sleep but John was feeling weightless. Like if he didn’t have her right then and there, he’d float away. “We’ll figure it out together.”

Testing the waters, she undid the knot of his tie. He watched in a daze as his mind tried to catch up with what he thinks she was asking. She tossed it in the same direction he had thrown his jacket. 

“John,” she cooed as his mouth watered at her robe slipping off one of her shoulders. “I need you.” 

“Tell me where you need me.” Her frustrated groan was swallowed by his kiss, his hands slipping from the small of her back to grab at her ass, his lips moving to latch onto her neck with the goal of leaving a mark. 

“Need you everywhere,” she gasped as his tongue soothed over the blossoming accessory he had added to her throat. Cass moved his hand to the hem of her night gown and guided it up and up until his fingertips met her hip bones. He moaned into her kiss as his fingertips teased along the top band of her underwear, tracing down the front of them until he found the spot that made her hips buck.

“Ah, right there?” John removed his hand and caught her as she collapsed into his chest. “I’m going to take care of you, baby, promise. Just not out here.” He jumped down from the wing, reaching to lift her down after him. As soon as her feet hit the ground, her lips were back on his and her fingers were undoing the buttons of his shirt.

“When I said be patient with me I didn’t mean at a glacial pace,” she quipped. He laughed, one thumb stroking over her pulse point in her neck and the other hand pushing her robe off her arms the rest of the way.

“You know how to climb into a B-17 or do you need a hand?”

“I think I’ve made it very clear I need your hand.” She stepped towards the open hatch and gripped the edge before tucking her feet in line with her head and landing in the hull. John can’t deny he got a little harder at the sight. He followed suit and welcomed her into his lap with no reservations now that they were away from any potential prying eyes. 

“A dream come fucking true,” he whispered as she stradled him and he got a good look at her. Chest flushed. Hair wild. Nightgown strap slipping down her arm. John hooked a finger under it and slowly helped it the rest of the way, goosebumps sparking on her breasts as they were exposed to his gaze. “Beautiful.” His lips latched around one nipple, her breath catching and back arching to press further into his touch. 

“That feels good.” Her voice had an edge to it that drove him wild. His tongue was soft as it lavished against her and her blood rushed between her legs at the thought of what it would feel like there. Where she needed him the most. John hummed as they popped out of his mouth like a lollipop. 

“Been dreaming about having you like this,” he whispered as she nipped at his bottom lip. “Dreaming about what was under that lace in your office that day. About the sounds you make when I kiss you…right…here,” his lips attaching to the spot on her throat in question and the moans that gave him a reason to live were music to his ears. And he hadn’t even gotten her sleepwear off yet.

“What else have we been doing in your dreams?” she asked as they kissed languidly. John pressed forward until she was laid gently on her back and her knees fell to the side to accommodate him. He shrugged off his button up and lifted his undershirt over his head, Cass sitting up to kiss across his chest before using his dog tags to pull him back down with her. 

“Going to take more than one night to show you.”

“Good,” she smiled sweetly in direct contrast to the sinful state she was in, “I was hoping to keep you around for a little while.” He started at her lips and worked his way down to gently tug her nipples with his teeth before bunching her nightgown at her waist and settling where he had left off on the wing of the plane.

“You always sleep in these delicate, little things?” Of course John had thought about ravishing her. Thought about what she would look like in a thin, silk nightgown in the moonlight. Thought about what might be underneath it. If anything. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He would. Desperately. But he settled for kissing the skin where it met the lace, Cass squirming at the affection. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” he asked without looking up. The tip of his nose found the spot from earlier, a smirk lighting his face.

“Fuck, John, yes. Yes, I always dress up for bed.” There was something domestic about the notion that tickled a satisfying corner of his soul. He liked learning the nooks and crannies of her. Liked the idea of getting to know her routines and habits. Of learning how to merge their lives together.

“I like that. Easy to see how wet you are.” John pressed his thumb to the front of her panties and circled slowly and gently. “Look at me.” Cass propped herself onto her elbows and reached to push the curl that had fallen onto his forehead back into its place. 

“I’m looking and I like what I see.” Flushed and drunk on love, John Egan looked like he was exactly where he belonged. He pressed harder with a cheshire cat grin as her head dropped back.

“I like what I see too, gorgeous.” The lace slid down her legs slowly and his lips followed down, the undergarment over his shoulder and forgotten, then back up so no inch of her skin was left untouched. 

“John Egan, an attentive lover,” she teased. 

“Only for you.” Only for the girl he was in love with. Thinks he loved her the moment he saw her. Knew he would love her forever. “Are you going to behave?”

“Not if you make me wait-” Her words faded into a sigh as he finally flicked his tongue against her. His hands hooked over her thighs, he spread her open as he coaxed sounds of heaven from her mouth and a sensual writhing of her hips. 

“Taste like a fucking goddess,” he groaned, dipping a finger into her as her breaths came quicker. 

“John.” God, he could fucking die at the sound of his name coming out of her mouth like that. A second finger. “Fuck.”

“You going to cum for me?” He rested his cheek against her thigh and admired the view. He wanted to sear this moment into his memory. The moment he saw her with no walls. Completely vulnerable. Trusting him with seeing her like this. This version of her was the one he was fighting for. The one he would die for.

“Only for you,” she said, echoing his earlier statement. Promising he was the only one who would be with her in this way. Promising a forever of nights like this. John understood the sentiment as it settled in his chest. 

“My pretty, pretty girl,” he cooed before his lips closed around her clit and pushed her over the edge. His hands pressed down on her hips to keep her from escaping his mouth as she came with a call of his name and a tug of his hair. She shivered as he kissed the insider of her thigh, between her breasts and onto her lips. “Did so good, baby.”

“Who would’ve thought. A flyboy and a spook.” Her eyes twinkled with mischief as her hand moved towards his belt buckle, his hand on her wrist stopping her.

“Who said I was done with you?” And if Cass called his name into the night a few more times before the sun rose, that was between them and the moon. And if John learned her tongue could charm a sinful symphony from his lips, that was between them and the stars. And if Ken Lemmons stumbled upon their discarded clothes and folded them neatly by the wheel while they slept in each other’s arms, only the sun and the clouds needed to know. And if John woke before her and held her tighter and kissed her forehead with a promise and a prayer, a promise to protect her and love her and a prayer that he would have the opportunity to do so, well that was between him and the man upstairs. John Egan just hoped He was listening.

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oh boy | c.s

summary: your curious heart that's full of adventure and knowledge; of what's out there beyond the space of your room and farmhouse, find it in a boy who not only open your eyes to the world around you, but also to a longing you didn't even know was there

pairing: choi san x f!reader

genre: farmboy!san, fluff, angst, suggestive

word count: 16.6k

(ao3) if you don't like lapslock

your father always told you it isn't good to venture out of the farm.

he said the world out there is too big, too dangerous, and too unpredictable; that a fragile and defenseless girl like you shouldn't hold an interest for something ugly that would only do harm in return, though you would say he's wrong.

because although you haven't seen it much for yourself, the few times that you did, along with the stories you've heard, you know that whatever stretches beyond the farmhouse and is sharing the same sky you're looking at, is something beautiful waiting to be explored--

the second you hear the front door slammed shut, you open your own, peeking your head out the empty hallway before grabbing your heels and tippy toeing down the stairs.

you watch your father's figure through the window until he disappears off into the distance, humming a tune under your breath and snapping on your heels, shortly met by the morning sun and the fall weather.

you skip in excitement all the way to manshik's cottage on the other side of the farmhouse, given it's harvest season, he probably needs help with the crops. if not, he might be able to take you to the river nearby to pick out a daisy.

"morning," you call out so sweetly, knuckles tapping his window and waiting for the old man to greet you with weary eyes the way he always does, honestly just blessed he has a heart of gold and haven't pulled the plug and rat you out for ruining his sleep a couple times a year.

a pair of arms pry the window open--arms that are no way in shape or form look like they belong to a seventy something year old man. and then you see his face, and manshik must've turned fifty years younger from the last time you saw him. that, or whoever this stranger is, have done something to manshik.

his expression is not much different from yours, just as equally perplexed and confused. you suppose knocking on someone's window when the sun is barely out does that.

"uhh... where's manshik?" you ask.

he cranks an eyebrow attractively, a couple seconds of silence passing before he answers.

"manshik?" he repeats.

"yes." you nod. "he lives here."

"oh, i'm not sure." you watch as he sits up and rub at his tired eye. "my father and i arrived just yesterday to replace the worker that used to work here."

replace? as in take over manshik permanently?

you wonder what could've possibly warrant the need for a replacement when manshik was perfect at his job and had always been a loyal worker to your father.

you offer an apology to the stranger for disrupting his sleep and begin making your way back to the house completely disheartened, occupying yourself with prepping breakfast until min wakes up and take over.

when you think of where manshik could be or what could've happened to him, death never even crosses your mind. but a nosy question thrown at min, and you find that the old man didn't get fired or quit--he had passed away a week ago, and you can't believe your father never said anything.

knowing the man he is, you don't expect much from him, but manshik's been with the family before you could even walk, you think you deserve to know something as big as his passing.

your father is so cruel.

"i hate him," you spit bitterly, glowering as you take a seat at the dining table.

min shoots you a look and shakes her head.

"miss, you know it's not good to say things like that."

you throw your arms up, as if preaching to someone higher to hear your pleads.

"but all he does is keep me locked up, never bothering to tell me anything. manshik was like family."

"i understand you were very close to him."

you only continue to sulk, knowing that ranting to your father's workers is as far as it'll go when it comes to releasing all the frustrations about your father.

"do you know where they'll be burying him?"

"i'm not sure, but it's most likely in the town nearby."

your eyes light up with something at that, only to be shot down just as quickly.

"can you take me there? so i can make an offering?"

"miss, you know i can't do that. if your father finds out i took you out of the farm, i will lose my job."

you groan in annoyance, arms crossed.

"so what now? i lose one of the only people who ever listened to me, and my father is just going to continue locking me up. i'm going to be bored to death!"

it might sound like a tantrum, but for a young girl who has been deprived of interactions all her life and forced to entertain herself with whatever she could find, it is very much a cause for concern.

"i heard the new workers have a son your age. maybe go and introduce yourself."

that was probably him back there, but they're new and you don't know them.

manshik's patience was also undefeatable and you're not sure if they will be able to tolerate you the way he did. so you don't, instead opting for cleaning around the house (though really, how much dirt can a lone girl like you make considering your father's never home) and making dinner.

there's not a single book on your shelves that hasn't been read and not a single skill taught that you haven't mastered, having lived in isolation so long, you spent most of it sticking your nose in your father's workers hobbies and interests and learning off of them.

but days passing by, awkward and silent dinings with your father one after another, you're officially bored.

you finally make your way out to the other side again one morning, figuring that if they're going to be here for a long time, you might as well get familiar with them.

as you're nearing, you can see a figure going through the apple trees and picking them out into a basket.

you wonder if it's the stranger from days ago, but the person hears your arrival first, turning around to prove you wrong.

"good morning," the older man greets you. he looks a lot younger than manshik, but definitely old enough to be your father.

"hi," you respond with a simple smile. "i heard my father got some new workers and i wanted to come by."

"ah! you must be the young miss!" he smiles in a return, something about him already so welcoming and you're glad for that.

you nod, curling your hands together in front of your dress.

"i'm y/n. what can i call you by, mister?"

"you may call me mr. choi, or anything you see fit, miss."

"mr. choi..." you mumble the name, making a note to yourself you will for sure remember it next time. "do you need any help?"

"oh, i couldn't do that to you, young miss."

you know you look absolutely nothing farm-ready with your dress and heels, but you're always willing to accommodate. manshik's said before that you are a great help.

"it's fine. i'd love to help! manshik, the farmer before you guys, taught me many things."

"oh, i can see he was very good at his job. pretty much everything is ready. they just need to be harvested and gathered."

"manshik was the best!" you praise once again, mr. choi acknowledging with another smile.

"well, miss, if you really insist, maybe you can help me with a couple baskets?"

"of course! but... just one thing." your facial changing from soft to serious. "you cannot tell my father i was here."

mr. choi squints before giving in with a quiet snicker.

"if you say so, miss. it will be very hard to catch up with your father anyways."

"thank you so much! i'll help with what i can, but i'll have to return soon for breakfast."

by the time you have to go back, you're happy to have filled two full baskets for mr. choi, telling him that if your father doesn't return early, you will probably show again somewhere in the afternoon.

you wash the dirts off your feet with the garden hose and shake off any leaves or remains that got on your dress before entering the house, with hyunjoo being the first to greet you as she's disinfecting the living room.

"did you go out to the field again?"

you hold the pair of heels by the hang of your fingers, stopping and answering her.

"of course i did."

she shakes her head, amused by the determination if anything.

"and how was it?"

"good! mr. choi was wonderful. i think we're going to become pretty close."

--

your father finished his meeting early yesterday so you weren't able to go back, unfortunately. but you have made sure to stay for breakfast this morning so you'll have more time at the field.

it's awfully quiet when you get there; not a soul in sight. but you notice that the apple trees are almost done with the exception of one that sits a lone basket at the foot, barely filled.

mr. choi was probably going through it when something came up.

you don't hesitate to take matters into your own hand, picking up the basket and continuing where it was left off, only managing to collect three apples in total when the sound of incoming footsteps behind alerts you.

"stop right there! who are you?"

you spin around tight-lipped and wide-eyed at the voice that doesn't belong to mr. choi, freezing momentarily as you just stare at the familiar boy in front of you, and it looks like he recognizes you as well.

"sorry..." you mutter, "i was just, uhm, i saw there was no one and thought maybe mr. choi went somewhere so i just wanted to help."

san raises an eyebrow, grateful it's not a thief or someone who happened to wander into the farm--just the girl from before who woke him up by banging on his window.

"my father is inside. i'm the one sweeping the field today."

"oh..." you nod slowly, just realizing you've never properly introduced yourself despite making possibly two of the worst first impressions already.

"i'm y/n." you hold out your free hand that isn't clutched to the basket. "my father owns the farm and i live on the other side." pointing with your chin to said direction.

"ah..." it dawns on him, accepting your greeting in return. "well, i'm san. choi san."

his hand is surprisingly soft and silky, not at all harsh like you expected considering the taxing work he does. he also has some very prominent features that sticks out in a good way, and you would be lying if you don't think he's kind of cute.

"makes sense as to why you're able to hop around the farm so easily," he adds and you're unsure if it's a jab, just that your cheeks turn bright red at the reminder of the first meeting.

"again, i'm sorry about that."

he dismisses it with a shake of his head.

"you're good. so, did you ever find out what happened to manshik?"

you nod once, looking down at the ground before you meet his eyes again.

"yeah, but i'd rather not talk about that right now."

he doesn't push any further, waiting until you speak again.

"so, what's the plan after?"

"well, we're going to sweep the crops with one of those machinery. the next couple of days is going to be a lot of physical labor--even more than picking apples."

he switches his gaze to the field of crops a few feet away; you snapping your head to follow.

"if you're planning on visiting the next couple of days, it might be harder to catch me or my father."

you digest the information, humming in understanding.

"no worries. sometimes my father doesn't attend meetings on the weekend so i most likely won't be able to come anyways."

san lets you finish off the last tree by yourself, having ran back inside the house to fetch something but is gone for a lot longer than he should.

only until you're almost done, do you hear your name from the distance and him running up to you again.

"me and my father would like to invite you for breakfast, if you don't mind."

you're no stranger to the cottage--how it looks on the outside or on the inside, manshik always having told you to treat it like it was your own. that whatever was his, was yours.

and despite not being the biggest enthusiast of the interior because it always gave away who lived here; everything mostly dusty or like it came straight from one of those old films you'd watch when there was nothing to do, you grew to appreciate it because it did felt like home.

but when you enter the cottage this time, you almost can't recognize it. a complete revamp, the white and brown is different, but also fitting in a way... and you think you can probably grow to like the more modern approach.

"good morning, miss," mr. choi calls out, and you send a greeting in return, observing as he move around the table to set up what looks like tea.

"would you like some soup, miss?"

you shake your head, quick to mimic san when he goes to take a seat at the table, occupying the one across from him.

"it's okay, i'll take some tea. i ate before i came here."

you're on your best behavior, hands curled together on your lap and watching the father-son duo with intrigued eyes as mr. choi places the bowl of soup in front of san, the younger boy proceeding to thank him with a smile.

dimples. you just noticed san has dimples when he smiles. how cute.

if anything, seeing how effortlessly the two interact and how genuinely happy they look around each other, it's beautiful but also disheartening because you don't remember the last time you even smiled in front of your father.

"your father goes out a lot?" mr. choi asks, finally settling down.

"he's always busy, and when he's not, he's usually in the office all day."

"that's understandable. he probably has a lot on his plate."

you know he has a lot of things to look after, but you don't know what that has to do with you. does being too busy justify confining your daughter and keeping her away from possibly discovering something much bigger?

san catches the indifferent look on you, but you're already moving the subject along.

"this rose tea is good," you say after tasting. "my father's cook, min, knows all about tea. i learned how to tell the difference between them from her."

mr. choi breaks out into an endearing smile.

"you are an interesting one, young miss."

you stay to help with the dishes and cleaning, feeling this is the most you can do for bothering the pair, before announcing your departure of the day.

san is even nice enough to walk you halfway, watching until you make it back to the house safely, your chest can't help but to feel strangely tight because you've lived with people twice your age for so long, it's relieving and nice to have a boy you might be able to share one or two common interest with.

the monday your father leaves for his meeting, you head out to the field again, picnic basket in one hand and walking until you spot a harvest truck along with the boy you're looking for.

"hi," your voice ring in san's ear, making him jump a little before losing himself shortly in your giggle.

"what's going on?" you ask, scanning the many boxes and baskets of produce sitting on the truck.

"just getting everything ready for tomorrow."

that's when you recall that usually after manshik was done harvesting, he would leave for a couple of days out of town to sell it at the local market.

you always asked every time if he could take you along, but he said it was too risky since the market is an hour away by driving and you had to be home before your father's return.

"to the town nearby, right?"

san nods, picking up a box of watermelons that was on the ground, packing it onto the truck and pushing to make space.

"that would be correct."

this is your chance to see another part of the world; what it's like outside of the farmhouse and there's no way you're letting it slip. even if denial takes you, it's worth a try, at least.

"can i come with?"

san snaps to you with those brows that you've seen on more than one occasion--honestly a look on him that is very attractive.

"i'd have to ask my father, since i heard that yours is a little tight."

you roll your eyes and scoff, attempting to come up with another way to convince him.

"i brought sugar cookies." you open the basket and pry one out, wiggling it in the air as san gives you a puzzling expression.

"i'm not taking any bribe--" he's cut off by the sweet tasting flavor of the cookie shoved in his mouth, the way his eyes swell erupting another giggle from you.

"this cookie is good." he takes it upon himself to finish the rest.

"it is."

"i'd still have to ask my father, though. he's out clearing the rest of the field, but you should have an answer by tomorrow morning. wake up extra early in case he says yes so you will have the time to get ready."

you bob your head like a hungry dog, just elevated at the possibility of getting the hell out of here for once.

"got it! i'll be back in the morning." you untangle the basket of cookies, handing it to him. "i made this for you and your father as a thank you for the breakfast yesterday."

he smile tenderly, accepting the offer.

"i'm gonna have to head back, so, see you in the morning tomorrow." you wave, already backing up. "thank you, san!"

he chuckles at the sight of you scuttling along the grasses and back into the house. you definitely are an interesting one.

your appearance is expected when he sees you skipping from a mile away until you stop next to him with heels digging the ground, chest leaned in and hands behind your back, speaking in a sweet tone, "so, what did your father say?"

he does a last once-over of everything on the truck before shutting off the back, head turning to you.

"he said you can come, but you'd have to return before the sun sets."

his words feeling as if you've finally been released as a prisoner, your feet all of a sudden jittery and unable to relax at the pure excitement, san even thinks you might burst any second.

"thank you thank you!"

you leap in for a hug without much thought, his body tensing at the sudden intimacy that makes him clear his throat, only staring dumbfoundedly as you pull away with a smile, emitting a floral scent that whisks past his nose.

"you're welcome," he replies, fighting a smaller smile of his own.

already thinking of what to bring to town, your face light up instantly at an idea.

"are you free right now, san?"

he presses his lips together and nods.

"i should be. we got pretty much everything. just waiting on my father."

"perfect. well then, would you like to accompany me to the river nearby?"

"oh? i didn't even know there was one."

"there is, let me show you!"

you snatch his wrist and he has to keep from tripping at how fast you're going, it must be some kind of skill to be able to do it in those heels.

when you insist to take the cruiser bike, he makes you get in the passenger seat instead, pointing out the directions for him as he cycles down the dirt road.

"keep your hold tight if you don't want to fall off," he mumbles from the front, with you following through as you practically suffocate his tiny waist, peeking your head out from his shoulders so you can tell him to turn left.

"you can stop here."

you fly off the bike immediately, not even bothering to wait for san to properly break. he can only snicker to himself watching as you skip to the open field of daisies with your bouncy dress that is a little too short.

"this place is beautiful," he comments, walking over as the plain grass brushes his legs, admiring the scenery of the river that sits in the middle of all the trees with the sun shining brightly behind it.

"isn't it?" you say in a high pitch, standing up and handing him a daisy that was picked out, but he just continues gawking, only giving in when you force it up his nose.

you pat and straighten the back of your skirt, sitting down to stare ahead at the view with san crouching into the same position.

"manshik would always take me here to pick out daisies," you say, prompting him to turn his head to your side profile.

"you seem very close to him."

"i was. he was like a father to me more than my actual father."

"you don't have a good relationship with your father?"

a deep sigh departs, combined with the drop of your chest.

"well how could i? he keeps me locked up in the farm like an animal. that's why i can't wait to get out of here."

"so you've never like... been out of the farm at all? not even to the forest or local places nearby?"

"i've been out before, to my knowledge. but that was when my mother was still alive and my father was nothing like the man he is now. i was also too young to remember anything. other than that, everything i know about the world outside the farm is from stories i've heard by my father's workers."

san's eyes grow into a mix of sympathy but also sadness, the thought of being confined to a single place your entire life and shut off from the world sounds like an absolute nightmare.

"sorry to hear..."

"it's fine. i've learned to work my way around it, which is why i'm always bothering you and your father, though manshik probably got it the worst."

he lets out a dry but genuine laughter.

"so really, thank you for this opportunity. i know i'm a handful."

"not at all. it is my pleasure. if you have anything in mind you'd like to do when you get there, let me know."

he smiles, gaze meeting your own when you finally turn to look at him.

"my father's cook, min, told me that manshik might have been buried in the town nearby. i came here because i wanted to pick out some daisies for his offering. do you think you can take me when we get there?" you wait for his answer, eyelashes blinking in anticipation.

"shouldn't be a problem. the town only has one gravesite."

"thank you so much, san. i really appreciate it!"

-

before leaving, you hurry back inside the house to get the last item on your list, bidding goodbyes to min and hyunjoo with a promise that you'll be back before your father's return in order to spare the two a heart attack.

the two older ladies unable to do anything else but sigh and shake their heads at the troublesome but understandable curiosity of yours.

you sit by the window, san squashed in middle of you and his father who's driving the truck.

within just the first fifteen minutes of the trip, he has to bite back an amused smile at how you ooh and ahh at even the dark and grimy forest that surrounds the area outside the farm, confirming you weren't exaggerating about the confinement.

"squirrel," you suddenly say, head out the window and butt off of your seat, san has to grab at your belt, afraid you really might fall off.

"there's plenty of them in town." he forces you back down. "now before you fly out."

you cross your arms and brush it off with a scoff, the excitement contained for a minute before catching a stream on the other side shielded by the rocks and trees, but the sound is evidence of its existence.

"that must flow back to the river," you comment.

"oh yeah, that makes sense," san agrees, the realization just hitting him.

he's never really paid much attention when commuting through the forest; not to the animals or the surrounding because he's seen many wildlife and passed many rivers and streams, it sometimes fly over his head.

the journey through the tall trees and sound of nature continues until you can see the light from the sun attempting to sneak through, eventually hitting a road that looks like it stretches out forever into nothingness.

mr. choi tells you that the forest didn't use to have a path that was easily accessible for traveling back and forth, so it either had to be done on foot or a much longer route needed to be taken in order to reach the other side. but over the last decade or so, it must had been a real hassle, a path was made.

"we're almost to the outskirt of town," san announces, and a few more silent strolls down the road, you can see a couple houses from the distance and some livestocks decorating the open field.

you're like a fish fresh out of water when the truck finally comes to a stop, amazed by the life and never-ending chitters around you that makes everything feel so alive.

"let's go," mr. choi says with a smile, san nodding his head in the direction of the door for you to open it.

your feet now on cement, nothing like the soils or grasses you're used to back at the farm, so it's different, but a good different.

"okay, enough of being in awe for now. we have to set up the stall first, then i'll take you around the town after," san's voice from behind takes you out of the fascination, along with the slamming of the car door.

"got it." you nod obediently, watching san run to the back to help mr. choi unload some of the boxes and baskets and then carrying it to the empty stall nearby.

you stand in spot, feeling completely useless and if you should help though your hands are full from clutching a book and bouquet of daisies.

seeing as they're coming back, you think about throwing the items into the car to make yourself useful when an unfamiliar voice kicks the thought out of your head.

"well well well, we haven't seen him in barely a couple of weeks, and he's already returned with a lover?"

you snap to the new arrivals, both of them settling to the left of you with the boy that had just spoken shooting a simple smile when he meets your gaze.

"she's not my lover," san replies, stopping in front of you three only to pry away to grab another box. "she's my boss's daughter."

"oh?" the other one says, you notice he's much taller than the first. "then your boss must've put a lot of trust in you if you're bringing her here."

san rolls his eyes and looks utterly annoyed, you've never seen him in that state before, it's almost humorous.

"what is your name, your majesty?" the first boy that spoke turns to you again.

"your majesty?" san repeats, the ridiculousness makes him want to roll his eyes once more. "will you guys stop yapping your mouth and help me and my dad out?"

"geez, so bossy you are," he sighs out but goes to help anyway with the other boy following behind.

after everything on the truck's been taken care of, you try to contain a giggle at the sight of all the men exhaling and trying to catch their breath, hands on their waist and all.

you wanted to help but they insisted they got it--as quoted by one of the new boy: "a proper lady like you shouldn't ever have to work hard."

"well, shit," the taller one says, being the first to get a word out of the bunch. "anyone up for a drink? heard the bar's having a deal today."

"i'm in." the other raises his hand. "this is also a perfect opportunity to introduce one another. we don't even know the pretty lady's name, yet."

"there will be no drinking and no learning about each other. y/n has to be back before the sun sets, and if you guys already can't see, me and father are a little busy."

"y/n... that's a pretty name," says the shorter boy. "okay, since san wants to be a major buzzkill, then maybe another time, your majesty?"

you nod at that, a smile on your lips.

"yeah, maybe another time." you hope.

the two goes off, waving until they can't anymore and disappearing out of sight.

"sorry, those are my idiot friends, also known as hongjoong and seonghwa."

you chuckle, shaking your head.

"no worries, they were fun."

and you were glad to see others who looks close to your age, swearing you'll never take that for granted given the circumstances you grew up with.

"i'll take you to the gravesite after this," san brings up, assuring he hasn't forgotten.

--

"so you're sure he was buried here?"

"again, it's only a might. but i can't think of anywhere else. if we can't find him, we'll just return back to the center."

"he didn't have any friends? families? do you know where he's from?"

"well..." you drag, at the same time attempting to catch up to san as he takes a big step up the hill. "he's never talked about it."

from your knowledge, manshik only left the farm for work, otherwise, he practically lived there. if he had friends or families, you don't know about them.

the man had a heart of gold, but he was a very mysterious person. you wish you would've asked more about him while he was alive because now thinking of it, you don't even know his last name--praying there doesn't happen to be another manshik at the site.

"we'll have to see," san says, coming to a stop at the top. "here it is. the only gravesite in the town."

it's rather small, with only a dark metal half-fence running around the entire site. you enter it first, glancing back at san, "can you help me look for his name?"

"of course."

you're careful to not knock into any other headstones, treading the area slowly to read each of the names.

"i think i found it," san calls from a few feet away, your head shooting up and hopping to where he is.

"cho manshik," you read the writing. "right! i think it was something like that."

if you think about it hard enough, digging into the deepest scrap of your memories, you could've swear manshik was a cho.

bending down on your knees, you place the bouquet of daisies in front of the headstone first before neatly adjusting the book next to it, closing your eyes to wish him a few words before getting up and bowing one last time.

"i hope i don't sound rude or anything, but why a book?" san asks on the trip back.

"that was manshik's favorite book," you answer with a proud smile. "he would always have me read it to him."

"ooh..." he sings, "what was it about?"

"a true love story. manshik loved those, but especially this one because the two main characters were able to overcome hardships because of love."

san hums, quirking his lips to the side. "interesting."

but he nearly crashes into you when you come to an abrupt stop, turning to him with a question dying to get out. the entire time all you've been talking about is yourself, you wish to learn more about him, too.

"tell me san, where are you from? do you have any other family members?"

he chuckles, those dimples making an appearance again, and san really is so handsome... especially up close.

"i'm from a village not too far from here, you can reach it by foot. as for your second question, yes. me and my father came to find work but on the occasion we do get time off, we return to the village to stay with my mother."

"ah..." you take in the new information. "that's where you guys will be staying for the next couple of days?"

he nods. "yes. it's much closer than the farm, and it's convenient."

you're already dreading the days to come knowing there won't be anything to kill time with, and also no farmboy your age to bother, all you can hope for is that it will pass quick enough.

when you don't say anything, he's the one to talk again.

"let's continue heading back. if you want to look around once we get there, feel free to. i'm gonna help my father in hopefully selling a few, then we can start getting ready to take you home. the sooner the better since it's an hour drive."

--

despite the few jewelry and book stores that catches your eye, you decide to help san and mr. choi instead, a choice that you're glad to have made.

getting to talk to people of all kinds and trying to persuade them is an experience like never before, it was hard to get back in the truck and wait for the return of your mundane life because the closer san gets to the forest, you know it's coming.

your arms are out the window with your chin resting on top, staring out at scene and dwelling in the breeze, head already in a daydream about the day you'll get to come back.

when san announces the arrival, you nearly groan out.

"we're here, your majesty." he pries the door open when there's no movements, leaving you with no choice but to step out of the truck like a sulky child.

"what's wrong? not so happy to come back to the farm?"

"i'll be happy to be anywhere else but the farm," you snark, to which he responds immediately with a sweet-sounding laughter.

"it won't be the last time," he tries assuring.

"i hope," you say sharply, a silence hanging in the air until a question takes over. "how long are you guys going to be staying in town again?"

"hmm..." his lips tremble in the process. "maybe three to four days? it really depends on the sales."

"oh," you mumble, "then, can you do me a favor?"

"yeah, sure."

"can you get me a new book? any book! or maybe two. i haven't read anything new in months since hyunjoo hasn't been bringing in any. and lastly, if you can also get me a new vase, that'd be appreciated. i will make sure to pay you back every penny if you do."

san smiles at the request and nods.

"i'd be happy to."

"thank you so much!" you squeal, jumping in to give him a hug again, the touch sparking something inside of san that makes his cheeks glow a bright red.

"yeah, you're welcome," he tries saying nonchalantly when drawing back, fortunate you're as equally clueless when it comes to love despite having read countless novels about it.

"i-i uhm, gotta head back before it gets darker."

"safe driving, san! and see you in three or four days!" you wave, observing until the very last moment you can no longer make out the truck through the forest trees.

you wish you could tell your father that he's wrong. that the stories you've heard from books, and from min and hyunjoo are true; the outside a big place full of mismatched people with all kinds of smiles and personalities--nothing cruel like your father said they are.

the world is also beautiful, so many more lands and acres to explore, your curious heart that yearns for adventure and knowledge also wants no more than to just be a part of that world.

you've lost count of how many times you'd peek out the window or run out with your heels the minute your father leaves, expecting to see the boy with his father in the field because they happened to return early.

every time, you're met with disappointment. no father or son in sight, just the swaying of grasses as the birds chirp and fly high above the other side.

on the fifth day, almost a week since you've seen them, the revving of an engine outside the window picks your head up from the book you're reading, looking out to see that familiar red truck coming from the forest, absolutely overjoyed that you nearly knock into hyunjoo on the way out.

"you guys are back!" you jump in pure ecstasy once the car is parked and san crawls out the door, an amused smile still on his face at the image of you running all the way to the other side still ingrained in his head.

you look so happy, wide smile on and all, it does something to his heart at the fact you were waiting for him (and his father) all this time. it's similar to coming home and knowing his mother is there. the feeling sure does feel nice.

"yeah," he responds, attempting to hold back a laughter this time, seeing you're not even wearing any shoes. just how excited were you?

"how did sales go?" you ask, waving back to mr. choi when he greets you from the other side before walking off into the cottage.

"took an additional day than predicted but we managed to sell out. that was only the first batch, though. we would need to return next week after clearing the field again."

only a second after, he immediately recognizes that mischievous look in your eyes, the way your face lights up with an idea.

"can i come again?" your voice drops into that overly sweet tone that makes him chuckle a little, unable to resist.

"i'm sure my father is fine with it, as long as we follow last time," he confirms, snapping his neck back to the car when the reminder floods in. "i almost forgot."

you observe as he digs into the car seat, coming back with his hands full, gasping under your breath because you literally forgot, mind entirely clouded by nothing but the return.

"i have no idea what these books are about, but i asked the lady at the front for some recommendation on romance and she gave me these."

he hands it to you before continuing, "also wasn't sure what kind of vase you had in mind so i just picked this one out."

you accept the white ceramic vase into your hold graciously, smiling up at him through your teeth.

"thank you, san! they are perfect!"

he watch as you admire the new items with a pretty smile on your lips, the sight all of a sudden making his cheeks heat up again... you always do this.

he does think you're so pretty, probably the prettiest thing he's seen in his life, always with your floral dresses and curled hair stuck in a bow.

but when you're so sweet and kind, the closer you get to him; touch him, it makes him feel a certain way... similar to the way he'd get when hongjoong or seonghwa would pass around photos of naked women they ripped off of cheap publications... it's like that but also something else.

"how much was it altogether?" your question rips him away from the thought and to your innocent blinking lashes.

"oh no, it's fine. take it as a gift."

he's surprise he even managed without stuttering, never thinking that the exchange would make him so tense and nervous in the first place.

you frown, shaking your head.

"i couldn't do that. not after what i made you go through. here, take this."

when you move everything over to one arm, his brows raises in confusion on what exactly you're going to do, only for his body to freeze on the spot at your free hand shoved in your bra for much too long before getting out a couple rolled-up dollars.

"got it!" you declare as if it's an achievement, gaze moving to him, "here."

he swallows the knot in his throat, accepting the offer with a simple thank, afraid that putting up a fight would be much worse.

"i'm gonna go put these items away first... and hopefully put on some shoes, too," you say, looking down at your dirty feet, the comment actually bringing a genuine smile out of san, "i'll be back."

he nods, eyes tracing your figure that grows farther away, staring at the dollars you gave him again... dollars that probably had been sitting in between your boobs all day--and, what the fuck is wrong with him.

sighing one last time, he decides to retreat to the cottage, because maybe his father might have something for him that will hopefully be able to distract the thoughts of you for now.

san is still as nice as ever; helping and guiding you, and always answering any questions you have. the only problem is, he's just been slightly distant.

if you're both walking out to the field, he's at least a feet away. and if he's teaching you how to trim or pick out the produce, he does so with a good amount of distance and care, almost if he's trying to avoid touching you.

it's not like you guys were super close before or even ever did things together in the proximity of each other for this long, but it does hurt a little that you're barely able to hold a conversation with him anymore.

you've yet to pick out daisies for the new vase so you figure you'll ask san to come with, and if there's anything to talk through, you'll do so at the river shielded by everything else.

mr. choi is alone on the field when passing by, informing you san's still in the house and you're thinking the situation can't be more perfect.

"hello?" you echo upon entrance, the door unlocked most of the time since there's little chance of anyone wandering into the farm.

silence.

you make way to san's room, hearing the running of water from the bathroom and concluding he's in there, you make yourself comfortable on the end of his bed, sitting on top his blanket and nosy eyes roaming the decorations.

it's simple and plain, not really anything reminiscing of a young adult male but you also realize he probably didn't have much say. that your father probably just threw out all of manshik's things and hauled someone else in for a quick renovation.

the sound of water stops at the same time you shift uncomfortably at what feels like something protruding under the blanket, hopping out of the seat to yank it with the revelation turning your entire face a deep red.

you're so flustered you don't even hear the bathroom door shutting and san walking into the room to see you just standing there dumbfoundedly, tracing your gaze to the few stacks of photos he had made sure to hide. photos hongjoong and seonghwa gave him.

he rushes over to pull the blanket back in its spot, cheeks now as red as yours, if not, even more.

"y/n, what are you doing in my room?" he tries holding his voice firm to keep from the embarrassment overtaking his system.

"i-i wanted to come by to ask if you can go with me to the river..." your volume is low, unable to read his expression whether he's angry or not. "and your dad told me you were still inside."

he exhales, running one hand through his hair. he don't mean to come off so irritated but he don't know how else to contain the situation. what exactly do you say to a girl who finds you with naked photos of other girls?

"you could've waited for me on the couch or something."

"sorry..." you stare at your feet. "it's okay if you can't go. you seem... busy."

san can almost choke at your choice of word. why would you say it like that? he shakes his head, attempting to keep the composure.

"no, i'll go with you. just let me change first."

--

the trip there is a lot less awkward than you had thought.

it's relaxing even, with how the breeze travels past your skin and swoops your hair as it dances in the wind. your hands clasped onto san's tiny waist for balance, and your head leaning on his back as he cycles along the dirt road.

when the destination is reached, you're quick to hop off racing to the open field, maybe to distract yourself from what just happened though bits of it still lingers in the back of your mind.

san is behind and taking his time, even more desperate to rid of the recent event, staying quiet and keeping to himself while he watches you pick the daisies one by one.

you usually wore dresses--short dresses, and maybe his eyes might've lingered on your exposed legs due to it a few (or a couple) times, but the skirt you're wearing today is extra short, and your top is cut very low, he can practically see your cleavage from where he's standing.

the sudden image of your fingers digging through your bra, pressing your breast against the other, he still remembers how soft it looks, and how--

"san!" your voice snaps him out, meeting eyes that already leveled his own when you were still just ripping out daisies last he recalled.

"oh shit, i'm sorry. what happened?"

"what's wrong with you?" you frown, arms coming up to cover your upper half. "you were staring at my breasts!"

the accusation sends him into a whirl of panic.

"i-i wasn't, i was just--"

"--yes you were, don't lie. i saw it."

you huff, stepping around him before turning again.

"first, you were looking at photos of other naked women and now you're checking me out--"

"--don't say it like that," he cuts, now more offended than embarrassed that he sounds like a complete pervert.

"then how do you want me to say it?"

"i'm just--i'm just going through something, okay?" like that's all the explanation that's needed for his recent behaviors, but you're still standing there unconvinced, eager to get to the root.

"well, what is it?"

the conversation and topic isn't easy, especially to a girl of his age, more so one who's the cause of it; that the reason he's been making use of sexually explicit photos from his friends and stealing glances where he shouldn't is because of the ache in his pants.

any slightest gesture from you drives him absolutely crazy, sweet or not sweet. he thinks you should know that, given how much you probably stick your nose in romance novels.

"haven't you ever like... read erotica or something?" he says, almost irritatingly he has to spell it out.

"what? no."

the tangent on the tip of your tongue about why you don't do any of that, not because your father raised you to be pure and lady-like, stripped away from the idea of seeking a man only for pleasure, but you just prefer simpler romance.

ones where you can lose yourself in a daydream; the retelling of looking in the other's eye and knowing they're the one. cheesy, sappy romance.

san's message hits you halfway into your thoughts, staring back at him and growing flustered.

you may have spent more than half your life confined to the farm, but you're no hermit completely deprived of civilization.

if san's trying to say what you think he is, you're not sure how to feel about it.

--

when you don't show the next day, san believes that he have officially ran you off. creeped you out so bad even the hunt for knowledge and adventure can't bring you out of hiding.

the day after, when he and his father is set to leave to town, car parked in front of your house to adjust some of the boxes, he's surprise when the front door comes flailing, the sound hard to miss even from where he's standing.

you pop from under the hood, hair half-tied the way you always have it and with a different floral dress, the only thing in your hand a lone daisy.

"hi," you speak, it being almost as low as a whisper.

san blinks down at you and throw on a smile, unable to comprehend that it's only been a day and his body is reacting as if you've been gone for a month.

"hi."

"can i still come?" there's a shyness to your voice, maybe a little bit of shame that you chickened out yesterday only to show again at your own convenience.

but it wasn't that you were trying to avoid him after what happened. you were just trying to sort out your feelings and needed to be away for better judgment.

you spent so long cradling the concept of romance, your head always in books and viewing the idea through a rose-coloured glass.

but that's all romance's been to you--a fantasy in writing form that you think would be nice. think it'd be good to have someone by your side who loves you so much, they'd sacrifice everything.

now, you're starting to feel a lot like the female protagonists you'd curse at because how can they be so foolish and hesitant when it comes to love.

you just couldn't predict you would actually get into a situation with a boy who, maybe, probably takes a small interest in you--only possibly.

and to experience it for the first time, you learn that the concept is actually a bit scary. consuming. nerve-racking.

it makes your heart beat faster in your chest, your fingers and legs tense and nervous, and butterflies swoops your stomach sitting next to him as your eyes shy away when he'd accidentally meet yours.

he really is so handsome, kind, and always gentle with not only you but everything he comes in contact with, and you're not only saying that because he's one of the few guys your age (out of three) you know of.

as soon as you three arrive in town, seonghwa and hongjoong along with two new faces you've never seen before, comes shoving through the commotion and make a circle around the truck.

"look who finally showed again," hongjoong quips, one side of his body leaning on the parked car.

"yeah, but he only showed for work. he's not gonna want to go grab a drink with us," seonghwa adds, gaze caught in yours shortly after.

"but at least y/n's here. maybe she won't mind?"

"y/n," says a blonde one from behind seonghwa, "didn't know san got a girlfriend."

the scene brings a chuckle out of mr. choi, sorting through the items before leaving you youngsters to talk among yourselves.

"she's not san's girlfriend," hongjoong turns to the boy in correction, from the corner of your eye seeing as san already start huffing in annoyance, "she's his boss's daughter he just so happens to always bring along these trips, that's it."

"interesting," hums the other one, closer to hongjoong's height and dark haired, pushing past the other boys until he's standing in front of you. "i'm wooyoung, it's a pleasure meeting you."

you're about to return his greeting when san beats you to it.

"how jobless are you guys to both, be waiting on my arrival, and to even have the time to blurt so many nonsense?" he's snarky, but with a hint of playfulness.

"uhm, excuse me," wooyoung retorts, "ain't nobody faster at clearing the field than us, that's why we're gonna be in town all day."

"what, so you guys can get high off your asses?"

"no other way to do it after long days of work!"

the group of boys continues teasing san in the name of affection, eventually helping him and his father out while blabbering even more nonsense before moving onto sharing stories.

they tell you of how all eight of them--yes, eight, met and came to form the crazy friendship they have to this day. boys from the same village, they said. growing up and finding similarities in each other, they also learned to lean on one another through the hardships of life.

you find the blonde one is named yeosang, and the other three who isn't here currently are yunho, mingi, and jongho being the youngest of the group.

it's a bit chaotic initially, so many bodies standing around one tiny stall, but soon when most of the population gets out of bed and start migrating to the town center, it's proven to be good for business.

five handsome faces catching onlookers attention and pulling them immediately to the spot as the men smile and thank the flustered customers of mostly women by bagging their items.

you smile endearingly thinking to yourself, these boys are definitely some efficient marketing tool.

"but if there's one thing you need to know about him, is that he talks out of his ass more than half the time," san curses wooyoung's name again, testifying the accuracy of his story of san eating shit.

he didn't eat shit. he just almost did, because stupid ass wooyoung and mingi wanted to visit the gravesite at night and ran like little girls when they heard the branch creaking.

you giggle at that, nodding.

"i believe you."

speaking of gravesite, you told san you're gonna visit manshik again and he insisted to come along which you're grateful for because it's only natural the place gives you the creep.

"but yeah, i hope my friends wasn't too much," he says upon reaching the site.

"not at all!" you shake your head, passionate about the answer because that was the most life you've seen and felt in so long, such a contrast to the dull silence at home you're used to.

all the smiles, laughters, and chitters of the boys poking fun at one another and recalling embarrassing stories done so mischievously but also with a certain fondness that it was an absolute sight to see.

the way they tried including you in everything and asking questions when you're quiet for too long, afraid you might feel left out, bringing in the false sense that you've known them for years though you just met.

you're relieved wonderful people like san and his father has equally wonderful people in their lives.

"if you say so," he ends the conversation there, gaze following your walking figure that is soon on the ground to place the lone daisy the same way before, closing your eyes and wishing that wherever manshik is, he's doing well.

san lets you lead the way again, his steps trailing from behind and watching for anything. one minute you're still maintaining your balance and the next, your body's flailing forward at the rock you missed, nearly landing onto your face if san hadn't rush over to keep you from falling.

his arms nicely wrapped around your waist and face only inches away from yours, his breath practically ghosting over your skin.

he's absolutely beautiful, fox eyes staring back and red cheeks coming into bloom at such proximity, he has to clear his throat and pull away when time seems to have stopped.

"sorry," he mutters almost inaudible, lashes fluttering cutely. and you don't know what comes over suddenly, your body reacting before your mind, hands going to retrieve his.

"it's okay," you whisper, closing off the space with san peering down with the most scared but desperate look on his face until you're flushed against his chest, the thumping of his heartbeat loud to your ears.

he swallows hard and the longest silence ensues after.

you're not exactly sure why you pulled him back and why all instincts jumped when he removed his touch. right now, you just know you wanna kiss him, plumped lips and all taunting your deprived body that wants to experience these things for yourself.

so nervous about love; romance but also wanting someone by your side to call yours.

if he likes you, there's no reason to not give it a chance at least, lifting your feet off the ground and dipping in for a kiss on his frozen lips and coming back down to look for a reaction.

he still doesn't say anything, causing an embarrassment to rose immediately, talking in your small voice, "sorry--"

but his lips is on yours again, grips tight on your hips and messy kisses as if he's done this a thousand times before.

your hands find comfort at the rest of his shoulders, attempting to match his pace the best your virgin lips can.

he pulls back first, soft and gentle push at your hips as you both try catching your breath.

"what was that just now?" he says, brows pinched together and like he's seconds away from laughter.

"i don't know..." you reply, a shy smile on, barely able to look at him because your heart is about to fly out of your chest now that the elephant in the room's finally addressed.

both your bodies stand there in the silence of daylight but it doesn't at all feel awkward.

"san," you call out sweetly, to which he acknowledges with a hum. your grip on his shoulders having moved to fiddling his shirt around his chest.

"do you like me?" your tendency to be frank and honest calls for his own as well.

san doesn't have much experiences, not from the girls in the village or nearby towns not taking interests in him or anything like that, a couple of them giving him the stare before.

but because he's spent most of his life in the field and helping his family, sometimes lucky if he's able to stay in one place for more than a few months, the thought of finding the one despite being of age barely crossing his mind.

he's had curiosity and aches, yes, but that's about as far as it goes.

being around you too long, always walking or running in your pretty heels and dresses just looking like that, but especially with how you treat him, he can say he does like you if that also speaks of how much he likes the kiss just now.

"you could say that." he quirks one side of his lips and you can only smile.

because you understand to an extent you both do want this but everything is new, scary, and a bit unfamiliar, which is why you say it's worth a try though whether it will work or not is beyond your grasp.

the return to the center is different, most of the boys unable to pinpoint what is but that something has changed after the trip and is affecting both of your current behaviors.

san is smiling more, and you're starting to become rather shameless with the glances you'd steal his way. whatever it is, they believe it to be something good for the two of you.

when the time comes and you're to go back, accidentally bumping your shoulder into san's when seated in the car that it sets off that familiar sensation.

the situation still new and excited, hiding a smile and keeping your gaze on the road before falling into a slumber on his shoulder.

"y/n."

you awake at the soft call of your name and a light tap on your head.

"we've arrived."

prying your eyes apart the best you can, you face the boy whose voice and touch it belongs to before he gets out to your side and opens the door.

"thanks," you say on the way out, another gentle hold on your arms to keep from stumbling.

coming into view with the house isn't as terrible as expected, but you don't feel particularly excited about it, too. every reminder of being trapped and stripped of freedom, made worse by the fact you know you won't see san again for a while.

"i should go now," he speaks, hesistant and unsure. "i look forward to seeing you again in a few days."

he only makes it a couple steps to the other side when you shout with a protest of "wait" and is already standing in front of him, so nervous but also eager, going to place a peck on his lips.

"i'll see you soon, san," his name falling off more comfortably now.

you see those cute dimples emerging from his cheeks, his reply the closing to the entire scene.

"i'll see you, y/n."

the days goes by very slowly, as a matter of fact.

you still peek your head out the window but with very little expectations, and by the fourth day, you assume that they will be back tomorrow the same as before.

when the morning of the fifth comes, you take your heels and run out the door anticipating for the appearance of a red truck from the forest trees. but nothing. not a single sign of life outside; not even in the afternoon or evening.

you wait for tomorrow, hopeful and yet to jump into conclusion because there's so many reasons why san and his father couldn't make it back in time.

but it's also the same that day, then the day after, and the one after that, too. progressively, your mind that tried being optimistic about it faltering each time you go out and see they haven't returned.

an entire week of nothing, you take it upon yourself and make way to the cottage that morning, knowing the chance of them actually having arrived days ago unannounced is unlikely, but you wish to be wrong.

and for the first time in your life, you hate that you're actually right. the door locked and no sound from anywhere but your desperate knocking.

you retreat back to the house in defeat.

the following afternoon when you're at table for dinner, fork stabbing your untouched food with a huge brick sitting on your chest, you finally ask min, no longer able to hold back the concerns plaguing your mind.

because she's your father's worker, it's her duty to know about everything that goes on around the farm. not you, though. your father doesn't tell you anything if that isn't obvious by now.

"min," you speak, voice relaxing and nothing at all like the turmoil at the pit of your stomach.

she looks up from wiping the counter with a nervous twitch at the call, but with something so attentive like she was expecting this moment.

"it's been a week and mr. choi and his son hasn't returned. do you know what possibly could be taking them this long?"

she just stands there, staring off into space before moving it to her shoes. she knows something you don't.

"min?" you squeak, all that turmoil and worries starting to seep.

you watch with a racing heart as she throws down the towel and turns to look at you, the pity in her eyes similar to that of when she'd tell the new restrictions your father came up with that is in effect immediately.

"mr. choi and his son has been dismissed."

you have to do a second take at that, convinced for a second you're hearing things, but it's all very real. and despite being strict and on the occasional, cranky, min always have your best interest at heart and would never lie.

"w-what why?" is all that manages to make out of your mouth, though questions are generating at the speed of light.

"your father knew they took you to town and fired them on the spot when he found out. i know he ordered for their things to be taken to them, so they most likely won't be coming back."

"but how did he--"

"someone in town recognized you and reported back to your father, that's all i know for now."

the waves of emotions attacking all at once is unexplainable. anger, hopelessness, guilt.

angry at your father for acting like the tyrant that he is, throwing people away like they're disposable at his own convenience. and because you know the second you bring it up, he will claim to be doing it for your own good. bullshit.

but the rage making you red in the face is nothing compared to the guilt, feeling absolutely awful since this is all your fault. your silly little want for adventure and fun is the cause for the permanent loss of san and his father's job, something they do for a living for the roof over their head and food in their stomach.

thinking back to the last few days, that while they were probably trying to piece everything together again, you were just going on your days like nobody's business.

you're about to be sick, not feeling much mightier than your father.

so you sit there on the stairs with each of the emotions taking turns. the current--frustration and anger winning while waiting for him to come home from his daily meetings or whatever he does. you don't really care.

when the front door creaks open, you're fast to stand up in the already thick air ready for a father-daughter fight in the making.

he's surprise to see you, his sweet daughter that is supposed to listen to him and keep quiet at all time.

"why couldn't you just punish me instead? why did it have to be them?" you're straightforward, not allowing any time for confusion, unable to afford it right now.

your father barely squints his eyes but eventually, he gets the message. hanging his jacket onto the rack and heading for the kitchen instead.

you hate it, the way he always fucking act and talk to you like you're stupid and anything that comes out your mouth is unimportant.

"are you going to talk to me?" your voice is stern right behind him, your father drinking a glass of water before putting it down and turning to you. he isn't moved in the slightest.

"there is nothing to talk about. they went behind my back and got what they deserved."

"how can you even say that," disgust and hurt in your voice. "they have been nothing but amazing, including manshik whose passing i have to find out on my own because you won't tell me anything!"

"you don't need to know anything. they work for me, they're not people for you to become friends with so you can ask them to bring you anywhere."

"then what the hell do you want me to do?" you yelp, the volume quite impressive you didn't think you could ever be this loud and mad before. "you keep me inside this farm like a prisoner! but you know what, at least a prisoner has a variety of people to talk to and have the chance of getting out!"

he closes his eyes and exhale, and you already know what he's going to say next. what he always say.

"i'm only doing this to protect you!"

"no!" you're quick to hit back. "you're only doing it for your own selfish reasons. if you really care about me, i wouldn't be on the brink of madness counting down the minute i lose my sanity because i'm so freaking tired of this stupid farm!"

"y/n," he growls, and you don't like fighting with your father but it feels like it's the last option. all the long years of frustration pent-up coming to the surface in the ugliest way.

"your mother was exactly like you, always so eager and excited to see the world and look what happened to her! do you want to share the same fate as your mother?"

"that doesn't mean i'm gonna end up like her!"

from what you know, your mother liked traveling a lot, especially going from one town to another. then she contracted an illness from one of them; an outbreak, they said. she failed to recover and passed away shortly after.

you never really got to know much about her. you were so young then.

"enough! i don't want to hear you talk about that boy or his father, and i order you to stay inside!"

tears starts welling though the last thing you want to be seen as is weak, you're so upset he never listens to you.

"i hate you!" you shout, storming up the stairs and into your room.

--

no matter what, you can't surrender; let your father win and be confined to this prison for the rest of your life, living the same day over and over again until you're too old to even walk anymore.

another thing, is you're afraid you won't see san ever again. the first boy to make something flutter inside your chest, turning your vision with splashes of pink whenever you look at him, and the boy who you shared the first kiss with.

out of anger, and out of spite, you feel you have to do something.

when midnight creeps in, the moon high above in the sky and the entire interior a dark color, you sneak out of the house, the process actually more simple than you had thought.

maybe your father expected you to follow his orders like before, or that you won't have the guts to go out at such hour or at all, but the internal commotion (and drive) proves to be greater than anything, even completely numbing any sense of fear that would usually come with the nightly wind and an empty forest.

the path to town is straightforward and you have the directions ingrained with just the few trips, biking all the way over there with nothing but the hope you'll be able to find someone who knows san's whereabouts.

he's never told you where the village he resides in is located. worst case scenario, you're going to have to find it yourself.

the town is different at night in comparison to the lively atmosphere you're used to, it looks almost ghostly with how some of the flyers slides on the flooring, the wind blowing strong, and there's practically no one here.

but you catch a light from the corner of your eye, maybe one of the only two building to still be alive. you make way to it, the banner at the front hitting you with familiarity.

wonderland. it is the bar san's friends always talked about going in. feeling a lot more hopeful again, you enter and deduce that even if they aren't here, someone around must have heard of san, at the very least.

your eyes roam the old town bar, small but cozy, before your name falls from someone's lips.

"seonghwa?" you squeak, surprise but relieved to see someone you recognize. just when every ounce of hope was about to fly out of your body.

"i heard san and his father lost their jobs," seonghwa says, after you told him you're looking for san and the older boy bring up the coincidence that he's just about to head home.

"yeah... and it's all my fault because i asked to come along knowing my father would've retaliated if he found out."

"you're being too harsh on yourself. i'm sure san and his father doesn't see it like that."

you sigh out harshly, a short silence passing before speaking again.

"do you know how they're doing right now?"

he shakes his head.

"not really. i haven't spoken to him in like two days. was busy with work and all, just finally got the time to catch a drink tonight. but last i heard, they're on the hunt for work again."

"oh..." you mumble, unable to help the guilt making a reappearance at what he just said.

"again, it's not your fault," he adds before stopping and nodding his head off to one of the houses. "this is my cue. san's should be the first on that turn over at the corner, some colorful garden, it will be hard to miss. good luck."

you nod and thank him courtly before he goes off, the man really so kind and wonderful, a different side to him because you're used to him being the butt of the joke or in the back hiding a laughter.

you put the bike off to the side and approach the door with caution, knocking twice as quiet as you can, not wanting to alert anyone at this hour that you're here trespassing or anything.

the door opens to a woman, friendly smile on and a lot shorter than you, who you can only assume to be san's mother if you followed seonghwa's instructions correctly and didn't wind up on some stranger's door instead.

"hello?" she greets you.

"hi, i was just wondering if--"

but your question is answered when mr. choi pops from behind, an equally welcoming smile on when he recognizes you.

"well hello there, young miss," he says, gesturing for you to come in, your eyes curiously wandering the much smaller home once inside.

"this is the daughter of our previous boss," mr. choi introduces, an embarrass flush growing on your cheeks from the usage of previous.

"are you here by his request?" he asks, and you shake your head, about to apologize for everything and maybe leave out the part where you ran away from home, but really just apologize, when the closing of a door snaps your head that direction and sees san just standing there.

"what are you doing here?" he finally speaks once it's just the two of you outside.

you have been waiting to see him again after an entire week, after sharing a kiss and him confirming the possibility of a feeling being mutual, the way your body reacted at the sight of him is electric.

you also thought he would be happy to see you, or at least look the slightest relieved you came. but that doesn't seem to be the case at all, his face everything but a smile ever since he saw you.

"it's all my fault that you and your father lost your job, and i'm so--"

the rambling is cut when he jumps in with a serious, "you shouldn't be here, y/n." all the sparks and hopes of a sappy reconciliation out the window that moment, the scene nothing reminiscing of any romance novels you've read.

"but my father--"

"--it's cool. we'll just look for work again, it shouldn't be too hard. but please tell me you didn't come all the way over here against your father's wishes just for this."

you can only stare at him, the once soft gaze turning cold, because how can he be so dismissive like it's nothing. you know you came by your own will, but it hurts how small he's making the matters sound.

"i came because i feel awful about what happened, and because..." you're afraid you won't see him again.

it may be some form of puppy love, or just the fondness of one another, or that he's the only guy your age you've ever got to know this closely, or that you're the only girl his age he can hold a conversation with for more than a minute, but you are afraid of losing him.

feared that you will forever be stuck in the farm and won't ever see the dimpled boy who'd accompany you to the river, and who allowed you to see a small part of the world for the first time.

"because i wanted to apologize..." you say defeatedly.

had he reacted differently, the confession for sure would've slipped, but it doesn't look like he wants to hear that right now.

"it's okay, don't worry about it."

the assurance doesn't make it any better; if anything, it might've made you feel worse with the thickest silence gauging the air, and that after everything, this is all he can say.

"you should go back," he starts, the silence sitting for long enough.

"no," you reply, because you understand the circumstances... you do. but you also have the tendency to be frank; honest, always wearing your heart on your sleeve. "i'm not going back."

"you have to." he steps closer, not out of intimacy, but because you can tell he's starting to get frustrated.

"he's never going to let me out again if i go, and especially if he finds out i snuck out of the house, i might as well be good as dead."

now, you're starting to sound a lot like a child throwing a tantrum because they got scolded. you absolutely do not need that given the fact all your father ever does is reprimand your behaviors.

"he's your father, y/n. he wouldn't be that cruel to his own daughter."

"you don't know my father, san."

"no, i don't, but it won't be good for you to stay here. i can take you back before it gets too late."

disappointment, betrayal, and once again, anger, brews in your blood, your chest, and your stomach.

"it's fine. i can go back myself."

san watch as you pick up your bike and walk off, not even bothering to spare him a last glance. but even in the pitched darkness, he was still able to make out your brows closing together and your once pretty smile that turned into a frown.

--

dragging your bike all the way back to the town center, you don't even have the heart to get on it, your mind entirely clouded and if you so happen die on this road; get robbed or held at gunpoint, you probably don't even care.

disappointment, betrayal, and anger still in the deep of your chest, because of all people, you wouldn't have guessed it would come from san.

coming all the way here for him; the sweet boy who told you he likes you and thinking he might be able to help because the relationship was getting somewhere.

now, you just feel foolish; stupid, but more so, hurt.

his voice still loud and echoing, telling you to go back to your father even after everything you've shared with him. because although there's no wounds to show for your father's actions all these years because he doesn't get physical, your heart will be forever scarred.

it will remember the days locked inside your room or house and thinking of all the missed opportunities, or all the could be's if he had let you live like any other kids and grow with the curiosities and constant urges for adventure, instead of at this age where you still seek those things.

the center is empty when you get there, all the lightings already out and you don't even have it in you to be scared of the dark or the fact you're alone.

throwing your bike against the bench, you take a seat to catch your breath, all ideas out at this point. that you might as well go back home and kneel to your father and hope he's lenient enough he'll still let you roam the farm.

minutes of staring into nothingness and listening to the ghostly wind, you finally hear something that makes the goosebumps on your arms rise a little.

steps and breathing that only gets closer and louder, and you're still just frozen in your spot like any character making a stupid decision, ready to accept your fate.

"y/n?"

but the voice's still like music to your ear, turning around so fast to see san just a couple feet away and trying to catch his breath as well.

your body doesn't lie and it reacts to him strongly, gaze softening and the beating of your heart a calm but happy one, because he came after you in the end.

"thank goodness, i was afraid you might've already went too far," he says in between the tired pauses, taking the seat next to you.

you look at him through your blinking lashes, a laughter on the verge of coming out at his state because he's huffing and puffing like no tomorrow. but it's also evidence of how hard and fast he ran.

when you took the official leave, really turning your back on him, he did think it was for the better. because what kind of father, especially yours, would be okay with his daughter choosing someone like him?

he's just a measly farmboy, always out in the sun and field and always traveling to find work. he's meant to find a girl from the same village; fall in love with her and settle down with her. not you.

not someone whose family has made a name for themselves, and especially not someone whose father is yours. it just doesn't work like that.

he was ready to accept it, but then he realizes... he may never see you ever again. and something about that really bothered him.

he's okay with not being able to love you; love a concept still new to him, but it does upset him at the thought of you guys becoming strangers; the other person only a memory of the past. he don't want that.

he will miss you, the first girl he kissed who has an obsession with heels, floral dresses, daisies, and books. and he had a gut feeling that if he lets you go now, he's going to regret it for a long time.

"you came after all..." you mumble, not too long ago so hopeless and lost, but it already feels so much better with him just being here.

"yeah." he nods, moving closer and looking down at you. "are you still upset with me?"

he might've said some things he didn't mean, with the only goal to get you to return because he can't think of any other reasons why you'd want to stay here instead.

"of course," you spit quietly, your lips already trembling with tears threatening to spill just thinking back to how much his words hurt you in that moment.

you're a bit of a crybaby at heart.

"i'm sorry, i was just..." he tries finding the right word but is unable to, opting to wipe the first tear to appear from your eye.

"i feel super bad about what happened, i know i keep saying that, but i do. and because i-i thought you liked me enough--"

"--i do like you," he cuts, beginning to get desperate.

"then why?"

"because..." he fumbles the wording again, his choices usually flowery so he can walk around the truth, but you've been nothing but honest, san could learn a thing or two.

"because even if we were to start something, what good would it do? and how long until we realize it was doomed from the start?"

he may not know a lot about love or romance, but he knows about reality. the hardships and hassle of life, and the possible and impossible.

"i'm just a farmboy, y/n. do you really think you want someone like me?"

you swallow nervously, denial at the tip of your tongue, but you know it holds some truth... that the "difference" is there. but you've never thought of him as lower than you or ever looked down on him and his father for the work they do.

anyone that comes into your life with kindness and respect, you will treasure, always having placed value in a person's heart.

"if i wasn't sure, i wouldn't have came all the way over here."

"but what about your father?"

"what about my father? this is about me and my choices, who cares about him?"

san's about to say something but decides to give you the victory, your tongue always a little sharp and you've always been stubborn.

"alright, well, i'm not about to argue with you again. we should head back." he gets up and holds out a hand, your sulky face turning into a smile that instant.

"i can come?"

he nods, fighting the smile at the sight of you squealing before wrapping your hand around his tightly.

--

you're not sure what the morning has in store for you; the creativity your father is gonna go to in order to get you back, but you just know that right now, your heart feels at rest with the boy you like.

somehow, he was able to convince his parents in letting you two share the same bed, reassuring them a pillow would be put right in the middle for separation, a man and a woman in bed together when they're unmarried still frowned upon... but you would say otherwise.

especially if you guys like each other, you don't see the crime in falling asleep in one another's arms or wanting to just be close; your body desperate for his touch again.

the mattress creeks under the shift of your weight, moving closer to san and snaking an arm around his waist assuming he's asleep, but he instead twitches under your touch and the warmth of his hand caressing your arm makes you jump.

"y/n? what are you doing?"

"i, uh... i just wanted to hug something. it helps me sleep faster," you're quick to come up with something, all the years of sleeping with your stuffed animals, the presence of another human being different in a good way.

he shift and turns over at that, the movements felt on the hold you have around him, knowing he's probably facing you right now but unable to see it with the stupid pillow in the way.

grabbing it only to throw it onto the floor, he's surprise at the boldness, but more so at your eyes in the darkly lit room staring back once he can make out your features better.

"hi," you whisper, a smile on that san can't miss.

"hey."

"were you asleep?"

he shakes his head, his ruffled and messy hair brushing your forehead as he does so.

"i thought you were the one asleep."

"couldn't sleep," you say.

"how come? is it because of your father?"

"kind of, but..." you scoot even closer, both your eyes leveling and lips only inches apart, "i was also thinking about you."

the words jolt san more awake than ever, the reason he was unable to sleep also because of you. the closeness conjuring up that feeling again he's tried to ignore because it made you upset last time.

"what about me were you thinking of?" he edges on, attempting to keep his composure because you're so close and he kind of wants to kiss you again.

"just... how much i like you, i don't know. no matter what my father or anyone else say."

san lets a few seconds of silence pass before he replies, a smile on his lips because he's moved by your words.

"i like you, too. like actually really really like you."

he's still not sure if it's love--or if it's possible to love someone in that short amount of time, but he knows everything is so comfortable and easy with you.

with one hand reaching out to knead the silky skin of your cheek, he takes you in for a kiss. a bit messy but also passionate; desperate. he takes his time, the taste of your lips one he will savor forever.

moving against the other's flesh, you don't know how long you've been kissing him, but as soon as you're pulling apart, you're both catching your breath followed by quiet, happy laughters.

you really do like him so much.

"goodnight, y/n," he mumbles, his voice the perfect one to fall asleep to.

"goodnight, san."

--

despite the rocky start of yesterday, the bits with san last night made you so happy and hopeful, falling into a deep slumber with the thought that you're going to be okay no matter what happens.

but when you wake to the morning sun and a series of muffled voices outside the room, that anxiety and nervousness comes crashing back because although you may have acted tough and cursed your father's name, you're still scared of him to an extent.

walking out, the light from the front door makes you squint before the familiar faces outside it has you already next to san's parents and finding that the two arrivals are none other than your father's men.

"your father has ordered us to bring you home by the end of today," one of them says, at the same time san stalks up behind you.

"well, tell him i'm not coming," you reply, nearly rolling your eyes, already annoyed.

"but miss, you have to."

aware that if you don't give a better reason than simply not wanting to go back, it's gonna be an endless back and forth of 'i don't want to' and 'but you have to', you latch onto the first lie you can think of.

"tell him i'm not coming back because..." you even fumble, buzzing before continuing on," because i already agreed to get married."

everyone snaps to you like you're crazy and maybe you are a little. san giving the widest eyes when you back up to wrap your arms around one of his, snuggling your head with an exaggerated smile at your father's men.

"so if he really wants me to come back, he's going to have to come himself."

your father's men can only sigh and shake their heads before retreating back, a victory smirk on you, but san doesn't look very amused.

--

"i was just buying some time," you explain like a child in trouble, with san sitting across.

because if you had given into your father and went back the second he asked, your life would be no different from before. and worse, he most likely would forbid you from seeing san.

you're more afraid of that than anything. so you buy time so you can be with him a little longer. his soft hand in yours and shy lips that wants to kiss as badly as you do.

because when there's a knock at the front door again, the clock almost striking midnight, you know it's your father. and whether you want to or not, you're most likely gonna have to go back.

when mr. choi welcomes him in, you can't even bother to spare a glance, whether out of spite or embarrassment, you just know you don't want him here.

the first couple of minutes are spent with mandatory introductions, big and welcoming smiles on both of san's parents and a smaller one on your dad before they offer him a drink, and then the real show starts.

"i apologize for my daughter if she troubled you guys in any way, i understand she's a bit careless and often do things on impulse."

you fume through your nose, the only thing holding you back is san's soft squeeze on your hand, intertwining it with yours the second they started talking because he knew it was gonna be needed.

"oh no, she didn't at all!" mr. choi brushes it off, the man always full of respect and fairness unlike your father, who you can tell is actually taken aback that others don't agree you're as troublesome as he makes you out to be.

"i also don't mean to make my visit so short, but as i'm sure you're aware, it's quite late and i hope to make it back as soon as possible."

"no worries." mr. choi nods understandably, "if you guys have to get going, don't feel obligated to stay."

your father only hums in return before standing up and turning to you.

"let's go."

the panic that comes over is fast, your squeeze on san's hand getting tighter because this can't possibly be it. he can't just walk in here, not even bothering to hear you out at the very least, and then walk out and expect you to just follow through.

"i don't want to," it almost sounds like a hiss, but your voice already beginning to sound clogged and nose runny at the few tears that slipped out because your fear is starting to become a reality.

if you go back, you most likely won't see san again.

your father only exasperate, whether he doesn't want to make a scene in front of others or that he's tired of arguing with you since he knows you don't have any other choice.

you can't stay here forever, and he knows that.

"i'll be waiting outside," is all he says, his eyes catching the tight grip you have on san before walking out.

"i-i don't want to go," you say through the tears, staring at san so desperately as he wipes them away with his thumbs.

"you have to."

as much as he doesn't want to tell you that, the sting in his heart now that he knows is going to be much worse later, hiding and keeping you to himself at home just isn't feasible right now.

"i promise," he whispers, closing the distance and looking into your puffy red eyes peering up at him and gauging his words so carefully, "i promise that i'll come visit you."

your lashes flutter at that, heart a little hopeful again.

"you really promise?"

he nods, a handsome smile on his lips before going in to give your forehead a tender kiss.

"i promise."

the silence is deadly the second you finally get into your father's car, even the driver at the front have to clear his throat to cut the thick tension.

only keeping your gaze ahead with a permanent sulky expression, your father's voice emit from beside you.

"that boy, you like him?"

but you don't answer, an eye roll is what you give instead because it should be obvious by now.

even though you've practically ran away as a cry for help, on the verge of leaving the farm and your father for good, not much seems to have changed--for the better or worse.

relieved that he didn't bestow some horrific punishment on you or forever take the privilege of going outside, but also disheartened at the lack of progress.

all the crying and efforts of protesting only to land you two right back to silent dinners, non-existent conversations, and an awkward thick tension always hanging in the air.

at this rate, you don't look forward to anything but the hope that san will keep his promise. but even that's starting to fade the more days passes and that dream feeling so much further away because there doesn't seem to be any signs of that ever coming true.

almost two weeks after, you wake to a disruptive sound outside your window, having to pull at your pillow to your ears so you can continue sleeping.

the door to your bedroom jolts open and has you snapping up to hyunjoo standing there.

"miss, someone's here for you."

making way down the stairs after carelessly throwing something on because who else could possibly be here for you, unless your father has finally came up with how to torture you for the rest of his life.

but when the first fresh air of the morning weather hits you, the first thing in your line of sight to be that familiar red truck, you think you still might be dreaming, the only indication this is all very real is the beating of your heart and how loud it is to your ears.

watching as a figure dig through the car with only their legs and back visible, those shoulders all too recognizable by now that you can't help but call out.

"san?"

if someone could monitor your heart rate right now, the machine might as well explode.

when he finally draws back at the sound of your voice and turn to look over his shoulder, the smallest whimper but the biggest tears of joy leaves you both at once running to him that instant and locking him into a hug.

his sweet-sounding laughter vibrating from the top of your head, and oh, you're about to pass out from happiness.

"you really came," you say after pulling away just enough to look him in the face because you miss him so much.

he nods with a tight-lipped smile, those dimples emerging and you miss them just as much as him.

"good morning, miss," another voice from the other side of the truck has you turning head, stunned to see mr. choi that you can only blink.

"your father came by and offered us the job back," san speaks, your attention moving to him again and so surprised by what he just said, you don't even know how to respond as if waiting for him to say he was joking or something.

because this is all because of your father?

"oh..." your response makes san giggle, your eyes fleeting to his father in the back momentarily as he heads for the cottage.

"would you like to go to town?" he asks, "your father said it's fine as long as you go with me."

"really?"

everything still hard to process and you're holding onto your breath at this point that reality wouldn't be so cruel as to take it all back.

he nods, the hopeful look on you making him as equally happy.

"okay, i'll be back! i just need to change first!" you back up, running inside the house again with jittery feet that brings a chuckle out of san.

returning again with your signature look, hair half tied in a bow, platform heels, and an off shoulder dress, you run to san immediately latching onto his hand.

"let's go!"

"wait," he stops, flinging you until you're staring back with adorable eyes.

"i want to give you something first."

you watch him reach for his pocket before pulling out something, an inaudible gasp leaving when you see what it is. a daisy hairpin.

"i got it a while ago... actually a few days before your father dismissed us. saw it while in town and i really wanted to get it for you," he explains, "turn around."

your back facing him as he goes to clip it beside your bow, shifting around after he's done with the most lovesick smile decorating your lips.

"you suit it," he barely gets out the comment, your arms already wrapped around him again as you make yourself home on his chest.

"thank you so much, san!"

"of course."

he rests his chin on top your head, smoothing out strands of your hair.

"you know, i read somewhere that daisy symbolizes joy, purity, and a new beginning."

you smile at the comment and tighten the hug, like every second spent with him is going to make you burst, never in your life have you experienced this immense of joy before. you don't want to ever let go.

--

the second you both arrive in town, all of the boys you've come to know and love along with three others, starts pushing and tripping one another, eager to be the first to get a word out.

yunho, mingi, and jongho fights to introduce themselves, a welcoming demeanor on all of them and jongho going off about how he couldn't wait to meet you, the girl who stole san's heart and made him completely miserable for the last two weeks.

a/n: it's a bit rushed esp the relationship, i understand. but the way i watched the little mermaid two days after i started writing this so i couldn't resist the similarities sdksldks. anyways, go stream oh boy by red velvet

#pls spare my farming illiteracy #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #ateez angst #choi san x reader #san x reader #ateez scenarios #fic: oh boy

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CUTIE

(headcanons)

Pairings: Vi x reader, Sevika x reader, Caitlyn x Reader (separate)

Pronouns used: none

Gendered terms: pretty girl

Genre: fluff

reader is described to be short, femmine, cutsie and bubbly

🍓 Vi, although I feel like doesn't have an exact type, definitely enjoys your dynamic.

🍓 Cute little you, walking around the streets of Zaun with a 5'9 brute like her

🍓 She doesn't care too much about her appearance, often completely prepared to go out in under 20 minutes

🍓 You, on the other hand, need to be told a few hours before leaving, so, she ends up watching you with lovey-dovey eyes while you get ready

🍓 Anyone who dares make a snarky remark on how you dress will certainly get their face bashed in

🍓 She often steals clothes from Piltover for you, since she knows how much you struggle to find outfits you like in the Undercity

🍓 Most people view your relationship as an opposites attract situations due not only to your appearance, but personalities

🍓 Little do they know how soft Vi is behind closed doors

🍓 How tightly she holds you each night, how sweetly she looks at you while you ramble about your day, how her mood visibly brightens when she sees you

🍓 As much as she loves holding your waist or slinging an arm around your sholder while you walk, she can't seem to get over the feeling of your delicate hands holding her rough ones

🍓 Vi isn't oblivious to the fact that most people will see you and assume you're weak

🍓 Your cheery attitude and frilly outfits create a ridiculously high contrast to the dark world surrounding you

🍓 Naturally, Vi becomes protective of you

🍓 She glares at anyone who looks at you for over two seconds, prideful when they immediately move their gaze to something else

🍓 Violet melts the first time you stand on your tippy-toes to kiss her

🍓 Ever since, she often refuses to bend down to kiss you, preening in how cute you look when you get needy

🍓 Either that or she'll pick you up, since she likes kissing you far more than teasing you

🍓 Her favourite thing to do after a long day is come home to you, if you're cooking or washing the dishes, she'll walk up behind you and wrap her arms around your waist

🍓 Eventually managing to coax you out of doing any more work, in favor of cuddling her

"C'mon, I know you'd rather snuggle up with me than this. I swear I'll wash them later, 'kay? Good, let's get to bed now sweet-thing."

🍓 Similar to Vi, Sevika enjoys your dynamic.

🍓 The scary lady of Zawn together with such a cute thing as yourself

🍓 She likes how small you are compared to her

🍓 How she could just pick you up and not struggle in the slightest

🍓 Speaking of, she adores, picking you up, your little suprised yelps never fail to make her grin

🍓 Sevika isn't one to fret over her appearance, doesn't mean she doesn't appreciate the effort you put into yours

🍓 Probably complains about the ridiculous amount of time it takes for you to pick an outfit, but she's only half serious

🍓 Your style isn't very common in the undercity, and it's one of the main things that attracted her to you

🍓 From the second she saw you walking around The Last Drop, she knew she had to know you

🍓 And so, now you spend your time at the infamous bar on Sevika's lap rather than snooping around for god knows what reason

🍓 Soon after you started dating, if she's gambling, you on her lap is a must

🍓 Your personality is something quite refreshing for Sevika

🍓 How excited you get over small things is a nice contrast to the gloomieness she's used to

🍓 She often jokes about how bizarre it seems that you've made it so far in the undercity without any protection

🍓 As light-hearted as these jokes are, Sevika isn't stupid

🍓 She knows that a lot of people consider you an easy target

🍓 So, regardless if you can defend yourself or not, she becomes extremely protective of you

🍓 If you're out together, her touch is a permanent factor

"What? Am I not allowed to hold my pretty girl? No there's no reason behind it, just want to touch you."

🍓 Caitlyn loves spoiling you

🍓 She takes any chance she gets to buy you anything and everything you like

🍓 The two of you will often probably help doll each other up for events

🍓 Caitlyn is tall

🍓 She's never really thought much about her height until she met you

🍓 When you started holding onto her arm, your much smaller frame leaning into hers while you walk around, is when she really started appreciating your height difference

🍓 Tends to carry things for you, not because she thinks you couldn't by yourself, she just like doing things for you

🍓 Loves it when you cling onto her, you could be cuddling, walking, anything really

🍓 Forehead kisses are her go-to when it comes to showing you affection

🍓 She secretly puts things higher than you can reach on purpose, just so she can have the satisfaction of giving it to you

🍓 Caitlyn is a pretty calm person, so your energy fits hers perfectly

🍓 A large amount of your conversations includes you rambling excitedly while she simply listens

🍓 You're usually on her lap while she's completing paper work, talking about your day

"Mhm, of course I'm still listening love. Just a few more papers and then we can cuddle, how's that sound?"

#vi x reader #vi imagine #vi x fem reader #vi fluff #sevika x reader #sevika imagine #sevika x fem reader #sevika fluff #caitlyn x reader #caitlyn imagine #caitlyn x fem reader #caitlyn fluff

[candied-boys]

Catboy Charles x F! Reader - Part 4

Tags: from Charles' POV, he nervous baby 💖

Part 3

“I wonder if this is permanent or if you'll turn back…” Master asks and scratches my ears.

There are so many things I want to tell her; so many things I've dreamt of doing together. I hope I never turn back… but I also hope she won't hate me for this… I know she said she doesn't, but I'm not cute and small and easy to care for anymore… What if I can't love her the way she likes anymore… What if she only loved me because I could curl up in her lap…

A kiss to my forehead interrupts my thoughts. Leaving my side and stepping out of the bed, Master comments, “Well, either way, I guess I better find you something to wear, huh?” and begins pulling open all the drawers in her dresser.

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I love sleeping in those drawers. They're so cozy. Especially the one with all her best sweaters. I guess I can't fit anymore though…

“Here we go!” she chimes and pulls out a t-shirt and sweatpants.

Oddly though, she doesn't wear them, instead holding them out in front of me. I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do with them besides lie on them, but I'm a little big for that now.

“Put these on, Minou.”

“On?”

“Yes, you can't walk around the house naked now that you're human.”

Looking her bare form up and down, I can't understand why the one who sleeps and meanders the apartment in nothing more than skimpy underwear is asking me to dress. But for her, I'll do anything she asks. Where she sets them down on the bed in front of me, I try to bring them closer but I don't have claws anymore.

Giggles pull my attention from the mess of fabric and back to Master just as she reaches out and takes the shirt. She shows me how to grasp them with my paws and helps me slip the shirt over my head. The pants are more of a challenge because of my tail.

Meekly, I tell her the truth. “It's all very uncomfortable.”

“It must be since it's all new for you,” she says and pets me again. “Here, let me take off the collar for you. It's probably too tight now.”

Her hand slips down from between my ears to the back of my neck before I understand what she means. Hissing and jumping back, I just manage to escape before she can unclip it. Feelings of guilt overwhelm me instantly. I've never hissed at her…

“Minou, what's wrong?”

“Please don't take it!! It was your first gift to me!!” I beg and try not to cry again.

“But you're not a cat anymore, Charles. You don't need a collar…”

“I need it!! It's precious!”

“Okay. You can wear it. Do you want me to loosen it? Isn't it uncomfortable?”

Covering the leather with my paws, I shake my head quickly. At this, she shrugs and dresses herself. When she leaves the room I try to follow, but walking on my hind legs is trickier than she makes it look.

“Ooh! Did you fall off the bed again?” Master asks after hearing me trip. “Here, you can hold onto me. I'm sure you'll get used to it soon enough. Baby steps.”

Holding my hands and walking backwards, she coaxes me out of the room. “You don't have to walk on your tippy toes, Charles. You can put your feet down.”

I do as Master tells me, but it feels very peculiar. Cats always walk on their toes. That's why we're so agile.

She guides me to the kitchen table, but I don't want to be alone so I do my best to follow her. It turns out it's much easier to walk if I hold onto her waist and rest my chin on her shoulder.

“Charles, are you going to let go?” she queries after filling the kettle with water.

“Why?”

“You clinging to me like this makes it just as hard to cook as when you walk through my feet, that's why.”

“Did you not like it when I keep you company in the kitchen?”

“Is that what that was?”

“Why else would I sit at your feet?”

“At… more like on…” she mumbles, then turns around in my arms. “How about you sit on the counter, hm?”

Last time I tried to sit on the counter Master was very upset.

“Will you smack me again?” I answer nervously.

Her eyes widen and her hands reach for my face. Scared that just mentioning it made her angry again, I stumble backwards into the island.

“Minou, I'm so sorry… I… I'm really so sorry… I promise I'll never hit you again! Please, forgive me?”

“Why are you apologizing, ma maîtresse? I deserved it.” I didn't like it, but it was my fault for displeasing Master in the first place.

Closing the distance between us, Master wraps her arms around my chest and nuzzles her face into my neck. Sometimes she's very hard to understand.

“You didn't deserve violence… I could have just picked you up and put you back on the floor. I was wrong, Charles. Even if I was upset, my response was wrong. I'm sorry I broke your trust… I'm sorry I hurt you.”

Confused and afraid of making things worse, I simply nod when she steps back to look at me. “So, do you want me to keep you company, or should I go away?”

“Stay, please.” Her voice is soft and her eyes search the floor for something, but nothing is there. Glancing back up to see if she found what she was looking for, I see she has turned away and has her arms out wide. “You can hold on. I don't mind.”

Happy to be close to her, I return to hugging her waist until she finishes cooking. Noticing she's making two of everything, I ask if she's expecting a friend to come over for lunch.

“Minou, this plate is for you…” Master answers and furrows her brows.

“But I have my food in my dish?”

“I don't think you should eat that anymore. It's not meant for humans. Plus, I don't think it will taste good to you now…”

Shocked I stare at my kibble and then at the food on the plate. The kibble definitely looks better than the grass and bread. I don't know why she's so fond of grass. The cheese looks good though.

“Come on,” she coaxes and makes me follow her to the dining table. Once I sit she goes back to the kitchen to get those silver things she's always using. This is the part I was afraid of when she said the plate was mine…

Part 5

#charles route release campaign #ikevam charles #charles henri sanson #ikevamp charles #ikemen vampire charles #ikevamp #ikevam #ikevamp fanfic #ikevamp fanfiction

[mercilessscorpio]

Coin Flip Game 25

FLIP #1

Heads.

Wear the Open mouth ring gag until Sir allows removal.

Tails.

Hold 2 mints in your mouth until completely melted and do not swallow.

FLIP #2

Heads.

Rub your cunt slowly and over top of your panties for 5 minutes while licking balls.

Tails.

Write "I'm a dumb disobedient slut" with permanent marker down the inside of your left thigh!

FLIP#3

Heads.

Edge one time with the wand on high while reading mantra out loud over and over.

Tails.

Edge one time with the wand on low while being harshly flogged all over your body.

FLIP#4

Heads.

10 belt lashes on left ass cheek.

Tails.

5 paddles

FLIP #5

Heads.

Masturbate with dildo on clit while kneeling with legs spread and Sir will fuck your throat until you edge one time!

Tails.

Give yourself 50 fast and hard cunt slaps.

FLIP #6

Heads.

Dildo fuck your cunt hard and fast while rubbing your clit for two edges.

Tails.

Insert the dildo gag into your throat and leave it in until Sir allows removal. Then Sir pounds cunt in position #18 for 5 minutes.

FLIP #7

Heads.

Wear the nipple clamps until the game forces removal.

Tails.

Wear the clothespins on your nipples until Sir removes them!

FLIP#8

Heads.

Wear the kegel balls for 10 minutes with your legs spread as far apart as possible while slowly masturbating NO CUM! Do not lose the kegel balls.

Tails.

8 belt lashes on right ass cheek. Count them while wanding for one edge.

FLIP #9

Heads.

Edge one time with wand on low

Tails.

Kneel and eat Sir's ass and suck his cock for two minutes while repeating this line "I'm a stupid cock sucking slave"!

FLIP #10

Heads.

Sir will wand cunt for 2 edges and then will pound cunt in doggy for sir to edge once.

Tails.

50 hard ass Floggings.

FLIP #11

Heads.

Sit and bounce on a dildo in your cunt for 5 minutes.

Tails.

Kneel and take cock to the throat. Hold deep for 30 straight seconds. Repeat until successfully completed.

FLIP #12

Heads.

50 tit Floggings and 1 ass paddle.

Tails.

Wear your panties around your neck until Sir removes them. Then while kneeling deepthoat the dildo next to Sir's cock, but do not touch Sir's cock. This ends when Sir slaps your dumb slut face.

FLIP #13

Heads.

Write the words "Rape toy" above your cunt and then edge one time with the wand while the dildo is shoved into your cunt.

Tails.

Video record yourself deep thoating and smacking your face with the dildo and then send it to Sir! 5 minute recording.

FLIP #14

Heads.

Fucked doggystyle for 5 minutes. NO CUM!

Tails.

10 Riding crop lashes on ass cheeks. 20 cunt slaps.

FLIP #15

Heads.

While Kneeling you'll be facefucked for 10 minutes before 20 Floggings.

Tails.

10 Floggings on ass cheeks.

FLIP #16

Heads.

Stand on tippy toes in the corner and do not take your eyes off the wall. Sir will spank you 50 times with any or all impact toys.

Tails.

Put on lipstick 💄kneel and suck cock for 10min. Do not take eyes off of camera.

FLIP #17

Heads.

Slowly rub your clit for 5 min while lying on your back. No cum!

Tails.

15 ass Floggings

FLIP #18

Heads.

Wear the ball gag until Sir allows removal.

Tails.

Grab something from the kitchen to be spanked with 20 times.

FLIP #19

Heads.

Eat Sir's ass until you edge one time with the wand.

Tails.

Edge two times with the wand while facing the corner.

FLIP #20

Heads.

Wand until edge twice.. Sucking Sir's cock at the same time.

Tails.

Edge one time with wand while holding a dildo in your mouth 👄

FLIP #21

Heads.

40 Hand spankings on ass cheeks +40 Tit Floggings.

Tails.

Edge with wand on high while Sir chokes the life out of you with cock.

FLIP #22

Heads.

Rub your clit and do not stop for the remainder of the game. No cum unless allowed.

Tails.

wand until you squirt 3 times.

FLIP #23

Heads.

Kneel spread your knees and wand your cunt on high while being facefucked. Squirt two times!

Tails.

Flogged on your ass 100 times while masturbating and throating cock.

FLIP #24

Heads.

Wrist and ankle cuffed for the remainder of the game. Forced to Squirt one time.

Tails.

Hard tied for the remainder of the game.

Forced to Squirt one time.

FLIP #25

Heads.

Sir violently rapes his cock and cum deep in your throat and you're forced to Squirt 3 more times for the finish!

Tails.

5 paddles and flip again until you get heads.

The End!

#rough cnc #ballgagged #degrade and humiliate me #bd/sm daddy #bd/sm pet #cuffed #kneeling #r4p3 m3 #bd/sm community #dumb wh0re

[slytherinshua]

WITH EVERY CUP OF COFFEE

genre. fluff. very domestic. coffeeshop au sorta...? seungsik being sooooo husband :( warnings. kissing. pairing. husband!seungsik x reader. wc. 779. a/n. idk why this fic just turned out soooo domestically fluffy and like seungsik oml hes just sooooo husband and i miss him sm </3 im in such a victon era again i just love them and miss them so badly 😭 also i feel like this is written in a slightly different style from what i normally do lmao (tho i'm not even sure if i have a style... do i have a style?)

Seungsik loved you with every cup of coffee. 

Every iced americano, every caramel macchiato, every vanilla latte, every hazelnut cappuccino reminded you how much Seungsik loved you. 

From the moment you first locked eyes, to your first date, to when he put a ring on your finger, to now— Seungsik loved you with every cup of coffee.

You would never have known that the cute new barista at your local coffee shop would become a permanent fixture of your life, or that just 4 years later you would be opening up your own coffee shop with the very same man, but life is full of surprises and events that no one could ever predict.

The week had been tiresome overall. It was hard to keep up with customers when it was just the two of you. Seungsik took the counter, making coffees and charming customers with his handsome face and even handsomer smile. While he handled the front, you were in the back baking cookies or muffins or other baked goods. The morning rush before people went to work was always the busiest. You liked to man the counter together, otherwise it became unmanageable. 

Every day was pretty much the same, but you liked the familiarity. The routine was relaxing, and the constant surety of a day at the cafe helped with the stress of life outside of it. 

It was mostly Seungsik, though.

You woke up in his arms, breathing in his cologne, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. You stayed like that for a long time. Even after Seungsik woke up, he wanted to hug you for longer, just stay close for “5 more minutes”. 5 always turned into 10 which turned into 20, but there never seemed to be any urgency when you were with him.

When you finally got free from his arms to go shower, he watched you leave with a sleepy smile on his face, mumbles about how breakfast would be ready when you were done. If there was one thing about Seungsik, it was that he always made sure breakfast was ready for you.

Some mornings it was french toast, or fruit parfaits with granola, or kimchi pancakes. This morning it was eggs benedict. But the best part of every breakfast was the coffee that came with it. Freshly brewed with the drip coffee pot that you had given him on your anniversary. He said it was the best thing in his life (after you).

You finished getting ready quickly, eager to join Seungsik for breakfast, and by the time you got to the kitchen, he was just starting on the coffee. One of the things you loved the most about Seungsik was his voice, and he had a habit of singing while working. His voice filled the entire room with a soft clear melody and you smiled at the sound. He was singing your favourite song. You slipped your arms around his waist and rested your head against his broad back as he poured water over the coffee grounds in slow circles. He slowed his singing down to a gentle hum, his left hand finding yours circling his waist to intertwine your fingers.

“Out of the shower?” 

You hummed in response, stepping up on your tippy toes to press small kisses to his neck. He smiled at the feeling.

“I’ve got to plate the eggs. Can you finish the coffee?” He turned around, leaning down to press a long kiss to your lips before leaving you to finish pouring the water. He started singing again as he transferred the eggs to two matching plates and poured a generous amount of hollandaise sauce on each one. 

“Go sit down, I’ll pour the coffee.” Seungsik urged, leading you to the table and pulling out your chair for you.

“You’re so sweet this morning.” You commented, smiling at the cute breakfast laid out on the table and your husband who was grabbing two matching mugs to pour the coffee into.

“Aren’t I sweet every morning?” He countered, placing the coffee down in front of you. You giggled. He was right, of course. He was sweet to you every morning. You sometimes couldn’t even imagine how you had ended up with such a loving husband.

You watched the cream make little swirls in your coffee and you allowed a relaxed smile to take over your face at the sight. It wasn’t just coffee to you— it was coffee made by Seungsik, and it held his love for you in it. And in that moment you were again reminded that Seungsik loved you steadily, gently, slowly. 

Seungsik loved you with every cup of coffee.

↳ victon taglist: @yeonjuns-redhair,, @skz-minchan-enthusiast,, @edensgardenn

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[val-victory]

I mean at least future sight is a powerful attack!

Sure. But like id rather have something that i can open Doors with... because i have to jump up every Time i have to go for the Handle.

I can't even go on Tippy-Toes because i am permanently on Tippy-Toes.

The last thing i'd want is tp blow up my Front Door.

#rotomblr #rotumblr #pokemon irl #tranceformed mini arc

[bagsybaggins]

Chapter 6: Rockin' Friendship

[Previous Chapter]

It had been a little shorter than a year since the Demogorgon fight. Since Will came back, and Eleven disappeared. YN's arm had healed up fully, with three jagged scratches on her left arm, and a jagged hole-shaped scar on her right shoulder. Not to mention the small puncture wounds on her ankle. Her hair was slightly longer, tied up in a ponytail with her bangs curled and pinned to the side.

"By Dustin! Be careful!" YN yelled as she stood at the front door, her hat slightly lopsided as she tapped the brim against the doorframe.

Dustin waved his hand back at her before he went on his bike, peddling towards Mike's house.

She sighed softly, moving back into the house and shutting the door softly. She paused, turning towards the basement door before walking towards it. As she opened it, she felt the familiar cold shifting through her body. She tensed her jaw, jerking the handle and swinging the door open.

---

[HAWKINS 1973]

"Daddy? What's that?" YN asked as she leaned up on her tippy toes. 

He sighed and shook his head. "It's nothing Dare-Bear. I'll show you it when you're older, alright?"

YN stared up at him with her eyes glimmering with curiosity as he grinned down at her.

"How much older?" She frowned.

He chuckled, lifting her into his lap, and closing the leather-bound book. "When you're 12, at least. Depends on if you remember it by then."

She giggled as he poked her stomach, ticking her. "I'll remember! I will!"

He grinned and sighed softly. "Alright. I'll show it to you then."

---

The police lights were shining around the Henderson household. YN looked ahead, a dull look in her eyes. Her hands were stained with blood, along with her nightgown. Her mother crying hysterically with Dustin in her arms. YN looked over at the door, where a stretcher carried out a large black bag.

YN stared at it as it moved passed her, being loaded into the ambulance.

The tear stains on her cheeks were covered with new tears as she cried again. Her voice was scratchy as she called out for her father. Her mother's hand tightened around her shoulder before YN collapsed onto her knees. 

Her father was to be buried a week later.

---

[HAWKINS 1984: PRESENT TIME]

I flick on the light switch, looking around the basement for a moment. Turning to the desk, I inhale sharply as I remember the blood that had been on it. Leaving a permanent stain. I lift my hands onto the desk, my fingers just brushing against the wood before I close my eyes tightly. 

Inhaling slowly I open my eyes and look down at the desk. I take a small step back, bringing my fingers to the first draw. I pull on it, frowning when it doesn't move. I kneel down, pulling one of the pins from my hair out and bending it. I stick my tongue out slightly as I try to wiggle the pin into the lock's sweet spot. Grinning when it pops, I slide the draw open, pulling my hairpin out. I frown slightly when I notice an obscene collection of pens and a few scattered pages of paper.

I pull out one of the papers, smiling as I flip it over, seeing a drawing of me and Dustin. I put it down, reaching back into the draw, huffing when the papers are trapped under the pens. Grabbing them at the handful, I drop them on the desk, pushing some back as they start rolling back to the edge of the desk. I pull out another piece of paper, another drawing. Of me holding Dustin after he had been born. 

I smile widely as I put it down on top of the other one. I freeze when I see the next drawing. No colors, but black shading. I pick it up hesitantly, exhaling lightly. 

It was of me. When I was in a coma. I looked peaceful but sick. And the lines in this drawing were sharp and dark. Unlike the other drawings.

I shakily put it down on top of the other drawings before I hear the sound of rapid knocking coming from above. I pull out my inhaler and walked up the stairs quickly to see who was at the front door.

I pull it open and my eyes widen in shock to see Eddie grinning at me.

"There she is, I've been knocking for an hour. Half tempted to crawl in through your window to come to check on you." Eddie fiddles with his denim jacket as he looks at me.

I scoff, crossing my arms as I lean against my doorway. "Oh really? And what do I owe the pleasure of being visited by the great and powerful Eddie Munson?"

He grins widely before he leans against the opposite side of my doorway, crossing his arms. "I was wondering, if the dear Rouge would like to join me and my mini group, at a concert this weekend in the town over."

I blink for a moment, before grinning and nodding my head. "I think I can manage to get a cover for a night or two. Who are we seeing?"

He sighs in relief. "Judas Priest is touring with a few other bands. I didn't actually catch who they were, but I figured it would be enough to just see them."

I uncross my arms and nod my head. "Alright, definitely." I look up at him before noticing the smudge on his left cheek. "Hey, you got something right there."

"Here?" He asks as he rubs his cheek, but in the wrong spot. 

Laughing I shake my head, reaching up. "Here, let me."

He stills as I brush my thumb against it, feeling it flake off. As I pull away, I look down at my thumb, rubbing it against my index finger. 

"Uhh, thanks." I nod my head, looking up at him before he rushes off to his van.

"You're welcome!" I yell back, confused as to why he left so quickly.

---

I bounced on my toes as I check my watch, gritting my teeth as I wait for Dustin.

"Dustin! Hurry up! We're gonna be late!" I yell through his door just before he opens it.

"I'm ready, I'm ready!" He brushes past me, sprinting to the door.

"I call shotgun!" He yells as he jumps down the steps.

"NO!" I chase after him, hitting the top of the car as he closes the passenger door, grinning at me.

I glare at him as I swing the back seat door open, "You're not safe Dustin, I'll get you-"

"Enough you two! Or there will be no movie."

I roll my eyes, crossing my arms as I hit the back of my seat with a thump. "Fine."

I glare at Dustin through the side door mirror, to which he grins and shows off his front teeth that had finally come through.

"What movie are you watching again?" Mom asks as she looks at me through the mirror.

"The Neverending Story Mom." I grin before adding. "Don't worry, it's totally PG."

She hmms before driving towards the movie theater. 

---

"I can't believe they killed the horse," I mumbled as we walked out of the movies, Dustin nodding at my side.

"We don't tell Mom about that, right?" He asks, and I nod in agreement.

I look down at him for a moment before messing up his curly hair with a grin. 

"It was a good movie though Dusty, not a bad choice." 

He grinned up at me and nodded. "Yeah, it was."

---

I huff as I dig through my closet for something to wear to a metal concert. I take a moment to glance in the mirror. A plain black shirt and some ripped jeans with combat boots could pass.

I groan before I hear a knocking at my window. I turn around, my eyes widening as I see Eddie grinning at me through the glass. I shake my head, and move to the window, opening it.

"I thought we had agreed to meet down my street?" 

He grins, his overgrown mullet shaking as he laughs. "Yeah, well I had figured since you were five minutes past your pick-up, you were in trouble." He glances down at me and grins a little wider, "And turns out I was right."

Gaping at him, I scoff and push his shoulder. "I am perfectly fine! I don't know what you're talking about-"

He lifts his foot inside, ignoring my protests as he sits on my window seal. 

"Sweetheart, you're gonna stick out like a soar thumb. Even though the black shirt is a nice touch-"

I hit his shoulder. "I think I could pass-"

"Dare-Bear! You're going to be late for your slumber party with Nancy!" I hear Mom yell through the door.

I groan as Eddie grins at me, his brows shooting up.

"It's fine Mom! I'll be out in a minute!" I yell back before Eddie snickers.

"What?"

He looks at me, a teasing grin on his face. "Dare-Bear? That's adorable."

I glare at him with my lips pressed together. "Shut up or I'm going to push you out the window."

He glances over his shoulder, then looks back at me. "Not like it's a long fall-"

I plant my hands on his shoulder, pushing him out, but his hands catch the window frame. He looks at me with his eyes wide and shock written over his features. 

"You really pushed me out-"

"You said it wasn't a long fall!" I hiss back.

"Dare?"

I look over my shoulder frantically before I remember that I had locked my door.

"I'm alright Mom! Just stubbed my toe!"

He chuckles softly and I turn back to him and nudge his shoulder. 

"Get out of here, I'll be out in a minute."

He shakes his head and I feel my lips turn down in confusion. "Not with you looking like that."

Shaking my head with a small smile on my face. "I don't have anything else Eds."

He pauses for a moment, then his hands drift to the bottom of his shirt. A Judas Priest shirt I now realize, and he pulls it over his head. I gape at him in shock as he throws it at me. Pulling it off my head I look at him in confusion. 

"So you fit in. Don't worry, I have something else." He climbed out the window and grinned at me. "See you in a few Dare-Bear."

I glare at him before he runs off the lawn, turning the corner behind our next-door neighbor's fence. Glancing down at the shirt I smile, closing the window and the blinds.

---

"Be back tomorrow!" I hear Mom say from the kitchen as I make my way out of the house. 

"I will! Bye, Mom! Bye Dusty!" I wave at him with a grin before he looks up at me in confusion.

"Whose shirt is that?" He asks. 

My eyes widen, and I glance over at the kitchen. "A friend's Dusty, don't worry about it. I'll tell you later."

He frowns and nods. "You better."

Grinning I nod, saluting quickly causing my hat to be brushed upwards. "Got it Dusty. Be back later!"

I hop out of the door, letting it shut behind me before I run across the front lawn. I turn to the right and smile as I see Eddie's van just at the end of the block. I double-check my jacket pocket for my inhaler and my wallet before I sprint to the van. 

"Open up, it's the police!" I yell into the passenger window, laughing as I see them jump. 

I raise a brow as Eddie shoves Gareth in the back, leaning over and opening the passenger seat.

"I thought you had another shirt," I say as I hop inside the van, noticing the lack of a shirt under his denim vest.

He grins, his eyes flashing to mine as he starts up the engine. "Why? Disappointed that I'm wearing the vest?"

Scoffing, I shake my head with a smile. "No, I just think that if anyone is gonna stick out, it'll be you."

He laughs as I turn in the seat and wave at Jeff and Gareth. "Hey boys, been a while since I've seen ya."

Jeff nods and Gareth grins lightly. "Yeah, last saw you in the campaign. You kicked Eddie's ass by winning so quickly. I don't think he's recovered just yet either."

I chuckle as I notice Eddie giving Gareth a death glare. "Yeah, I think so too. I mean, why else would he stop hanging out with me?"

He glanced at me briefly before looking back at the road. "Well, I had to readjust my crown, since you knocked it off-kilter. Plus, I've been thinking of what to do for our next campaign."

"Hmhmm, sure. Not just ignoring me because of your bruised ego."

---

I wipe the sweat from my brow as we walk back towards the van. The whole experience was awesome. I glance over at Eddie, who was grinning like a maniac. I laugh as I remember when the band had finally walked across the stage. How everything seemed to just buzz to life. I hear a distant voice shouting something, and when I turn to my right, I notice they were selling tour shirts.

I grin and jog past people, and stop in front of the stand. When they ask me what I wanted I pointed to one of the shirts that had caught my eye. I look over my shoulder, noticing Eddie and the other two walking toward me. I turn back to exchange the cash for the shirt, thanking them quickly. 

I walk back to Eddie as he looks at me in confusion before I shove the shirt at his head. "Payback."

He pulls it off before grinning down at the shirt.

---

Dare yawned as she looked up through the windshield at the night sky. She glanced back through the van before sighing. "They fell asleep."

Eddie glanced at her before looking through the mirror and scoffing. "Not surprised. But I am that you're still awake."

She laughs looking at him. "Yeah, well I've always had trouble with falling asleep."

He looks over at her, his brows furrowed slightly in concern. When she noticed his stare she shook her head with a scoff. 

"It's fine. It's something I've had since I was a kid. Mom says I got it from my Dad." She pauses before shuffling through his glove box.

"I think you're supposed to ask before you grab people's things." He chuckles as she pulls out his cassettes.

She smiles and shakes her head, reading the titles. "I've never been good at doing that. Just, shoot and ask questions later type of gal."

He raises a brow as she opens one of the cassettes.

He laughs as the sound of Meatloaf plays through the speaker, somehow still not rousing the sleeping pair in the back of the van.

"Didn't take you for a meatloaf fan." He said over the music before she pushes the skip button.

"I wouldn't say I'm a major fan, but I do have a favorite song." Dare grinned as she stopped and let the song finish, moving on to the next one.

As 'Dead Ringer for Love' played she grinned widely, looking over at Eddie. 

"Really?" He asked, "This is you're favorite?"

She nods her head. "I don't have a reason. It just is."

He scoffs with a smile as she begins to mumble the lyrics to herself.

"You got me begging on my knees, c'mon and throw the dog a bone." He sings half of the tune as she turns to him.

She grins. "A man he doesn't live by rock 'n roll and brew alone."

"Baby, Baby!" They sang together before the chorus came.

"Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew. They don't mean a thing when I compare 'em next to you!" They smiled as they bounced to the sound. "Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew."

Eddie turned to her. "I know that you and I, we got better things to do. I don't know who you are, or what you do. Or where you go when you're not around."

"I don't know anything about you baby." "But you're everything I'm dreaming of."

Dare grins and bobs her head to the song. "I don't know who you are, but you're a real dead ringer for love."

Eddie paused as he gazed at her from the corner of his eye, his grin still frozen on his face. His face grew warm as she made eye contact with him, still singing along with the song. And his heart skipped its normal synchronized beat. 

---

"Bye Eddie! Thanks for taking me with you. It was awesome." Dare grinned as she stood in front of her house. 

Eddie nodded his head "It's not a problem, I'm glad you could come with. And thank you. For the shirt."

She nodded her head before taking a step back. "I should sneak back inside, I'll see you later?"

He grinned. "Of course."

She smiled and nodded to herself. "Alright. Goodnight Eds."

"Goodnight Sweetheart." 

Dare smiled as she walked across her lawn, glancing back at him before pushing her window open. As she climbed in, she heard him pull away from the curb, and drive away. She sighed softly as her feet landed on her floorboard, and she closed the window behind her.

With a click, she jumped as her lights turned on. She turned around, she found Dustin standing in her doorway holding a hockey stick that had been Dad's. 

"What the shit Dustin! You scared the fuck out of me." She hissed at him before he pointed the hockey stick at her.

"Oh, I scared you? You scared me! I thought you were the Demogorgon or something!"

She paused for a moment before sighing heavily, leaning back against the window. "I'm sorry, I just got back."

He frowned and lowered the stick. "I thought you were sleeping over at Nancy's?"

She inhaled as she looked down at Dustin. She shook her head, crossing her arms. "I lied, to Mom. You can't tell her, alright?"

Dustin nodded his head, moving to sit down on her chair. "So where were you? And who were you with?"

She smiled as she moved to her bed, sitting cross-legged on the end.

"I was at a concert. A metal concert." She explained, his face falling to a frown at the metal concert. "Yeah, I know. It wasn't your type of stuff. But it was, awesome Dusty."

She grinned widely and he smiled. "Really?"

Nodding her head, "Totally. It was like, having a shit ton of candy, and soda. And you're on the sugar rush, but you're on it until the end of it. And even afterward, you still feel it. You can still hear the music drumming through your ears, going along with your heartbeat. It's amazing."

He stares at her with wide eyes, his mouth pulled into a smile as she giggled. "I think you would've liked it."

He nodded. "Maybe I would've. But who did you go with?"

She waved her hand. "One of my friends, Eds. He had a spare ticket and offered it to me."

He raised a brow. "Eds? Are you sure he's just a friend?"

Dare grinned and pushed him lightly in his arm. "Shut up. And yes, he's just a friend Dusty."

Dustin grins, "Yeah sure he is."

"Oh shut up!"

[Next Chapter]

#stranger things #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #yn dare henderson #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #mike wheeler #eddie munson #dustin henderson #will byers #johathan byers #lucas sinclair #the freaking rebel #chief hopper #hawkins #eleven #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #lucas sinclar #fem!reader #x reader

[sintiva]

ship your moots !

and if i say i ship them all with me you’d be upset 🚶🏽‍♀️ (to anyone left out just know you’re shipped with me)

@arlertwitch pairing with mr.arlert himself. kels and armin are madly in love with each other and they give me high school sweetheart vibes. they “we can’t keep our hands off of each other ther” type and it just fits them. 😚

@chrissshub GOD IDKKDKDKD UMMMM, MEEEE DUHHH. 💕💗💗💗💗

@dejwrites okay so i’m gonna ship dej with choso, because i truly think they’d be a hot ass couple. Dej to me seems like the out going type and choso is a bit reserved and i feel like that’s the best couple dynamic to exist. dej would always drag him out but i just know he fucking adores her😭 honorable mention: ran (that’s home ig) 🙄

@eiflawriting i’m definitely shipping you with nanami. it just makes so much sense to me. i feel like you two are what the other needs in their life. the “missing piece to my puzzle” type thing, where nanami’s the puzzle and eifla’s the piece. i feel like nanami just wouldn’t be able to resist you and i love that for you 🥹

@handvillain *deep sigh* i’m gonna give you aizawa, respectfully. i think you guys would be a hot couple. the the type of couple where i would beg to be in y’alls relationship. ON MY KNEES. you seem really like bubbly and just an overall sweet person so i feel like you would make aizawa buckle, because your whole personality is PRESSURE😚

@hellavile *sucks teeth* imma say……. e-er-er- (IT HURTS) y’all already know who the nigga is don’t be suprised. he got the black girlies on they tippy toes and can you blame us. are we victims? no, never! but mocha already knows what she got and he knows too😌

@okhotel lix and toji go together real bad. that’s it there’s really no discussion, cause who finna handle toji like lix😒

@poohbea whewwwwwwwwwwww. baj- ME! 🤤ofc! NEXT ❤️

@princess-jaeger you’re getting yuta 1000%. i’ve never seen dedication to a relationship like you and yuta. the love, the passion everything is there. there’s no other correct answer, because you two have been locked in since the formation of earth🫡

@sailewhoremoon lord have mercy, imma have to say ichigo, cause y’all are THEE couple. the type to be at every fashion week, its giving high mf fashion, boujee couple vibes. but like people are always doubting ichigo’s ability to bag you, but they don’t know what be going on in them sheets🚶🏽‍♀️

@satorhime this TOO easy. lolly respectfully has ownership of satoru. when i see him i think of lolly, when i see lolly i think of gojo. when i think of them together i think of sugarstream and ultimately i think of the bible because THAT is the story of our beginning as human. no soul is fit for gojo like lolly is and i’m sticking behind it🥱

@snake-titan you getting paired with jean. whenever i go on your page i always think of jean. you two are smitten. madly in love with each other and it’s e sweet relationship. you two go on so many dates, but you two don’t mind a little movie night. especially jean because he just loves to cuddle with you🥹 (he’s such a sweetheart)

@tenyaiidasslut i truly do not know. just cause your name is tenyaiidasslut doesn’t mean i believe it. i feel like you should be wit nanami. you’re a nanami whore and you know exactly where home is. 😎

@venusflytrapstar oml why is this so freaking hard. i feel like i’m gonna have to say gojo because, v be thirsting for him consistently. it’s like a friends with benefits thing that turns permanent cause v always laying it on him🤭

@wh0reforlevi i’m pairing you with either sukuna or shigaraki. causeeeeeeeeee you a villian fucker for sure and i feel like they the perfect one’s for you. yeah they’re assholes to the world, but to you, you’re their little angel 🫶🏽

#baby believe i will never do this again

[magalidragon]

a professorJonerys drabble | 🐉 🪨 🐺

Enjoy!

The best part of an empty museum wasn’t that there no crowds, no sniveling loud groups of teenagers and school trips messing up the displays and getting their gross sticky hands on the glass, plus no noise of guides droning, giving wrong information, or Tyrion trying to get a big donor to write a check.

It was heaven.

The best part, truly though, the best part, was in an empty museum Dany had all the time in the world to walk with her daughter, pointing out and explaining the tiniest details that were often missed when you were rushing through those gross and expansive visitor crowds.

She held Lya’s hand, pointing to one of the displays she’d assisted in putting together that morning. “This is the Yara Kraken. It’s the largest known kraken fossil found in existence, by Auntie Yara. It’s named after her. Now, you may be wondering, krakens are cephalopods and this is true, but this beauty happened to be preserved in the peat bogs on the coast of the Iron Islands after being beached, millions of years ago.”

Her daughter peered up with inquisitive violet eyes, magnified twice their size by her glasses. She had inherited her mother’s beauty, brains, and eyes, but her father’s dark hair and unfortunately his terrible nearsightedness. It broke Dany's heart that her sweet Lya had to wear the glasses at such a young age, but she couldn't deny how adorable she was in doing so and she was much happier too now she could actually see and wasn't squinting.

The four-year old rose on her tippy toes so she could look into one of the nearby cases with artifacts from the Iron Islands, pointing to some stone arrows. "What're those?"

"Arrows, the Iron Islanders were reapers, they didn't have any land to grow their food so they went on the shore and stole from everyone else."

Lya nodded solemnly and looked back at the huge kraken fossil, preserved in a rock. "Cool."

"It is very cool, but I'm going to show you the coolest of all." She tugged on her daughter's hand, walking her briskly through the rest of the Iron Island's exhibit so they could get back into one of the large halls and then into the permanent Targaryen Wing. She gestured up at the gilded sign leading into the darkened corridors, her chest puffing proudly. "And this is your legacy."

"Dragons!"

She sighed, her hand pressing to her chest, tears almost in her eyes. "Yes. Dragons. The greatest and most important of all natural history studies, don't forget that."

"What about the swords?"

UGh Jon. She knelt to Lya's level and adjusted her glasses, crooked on her nose. "Hmm, I know Papa thinks that his swords and Northern history is more important than my dragons, but it is in his own way. Does he have an entire wing devoted to his study in the Westero Museum of Natural History?"

"Nope!"

"No, he doesn't."

Lya smiled innocently. "He has one in the North."

She rolled her eyes. "Hmm. Not as big as Mummy's."

"No, it's boring."

"Good girl." They walked hand-in-hand into the darkened exhibit hall, her daughter's little gasps of excitement at seeing the dragon skeletons-- real and recreations-- hanging from the ceiling in mid-flight, or draped around eggs, showing that they were truly real beings and not just from her imagination. She let go and bolted to the middle of the room, where there were dragon prints on the floor and stepped into one, giggling uncontrollably.

She pointed, squealing. "Look Mummy! It's my feet!"

Dany grinned and joined her daughter, both of them examining how much larger the dragon's feet were compared to theirs. "And look my love," she said, pointing out the latest acquisition to her dragon exhibits-- eggs-- shimmering in their case, the lights sending out dozens of rainbows at every glance on the jeweled shells. "Aren't they gorgeous?"

"But why are they here?" Lya pressed her nose to the case, hands on either side, smudging the clear glass. Dany didn't care; it was necessary to get close to see them in their glory. She furrowed her tiny brow. "Why?"

"Well love, they're here so everyone can see and enjoy them, to learn about them. That's what museums do. They put the past on display so we can all benefit from it. So we can all become smarter people and we can see what happened all those years ago." She stroked her daughter's soft dark curls, sighing lovingly. "It's really wonderful. Showing everyone about the world that you love."

"I love my rocks."

The rock collection that had its own suitcase back home, she thought, chuckling. "Yes, you do love your rocks." They would spend hours scouring the beaches at Dragonstone when they visited so her daughter could collect every strange rock and shell she came across. Jon assisted her in the more hard-to-reach ones on the cliff edges and even took her to his lab back at the university so they could clean them off while also studying ancient weapons and historical artifacts plucked from the ice.

Lya shifted from foot to foot, her white sneakers with dragon charms threaded on the laces tinkling with the movement. She was mulling something; she got the same pinched brow look her father did. Dany knew better than to rush along the thoughts, so she pointed out more exhibits before she used her master keys to get into one of the antechambers and lead them to the storeroom, so they could play with some more bones that were getting ready for transport for a traveling exhibit.

When they finished with that, Lya yawning hugely, her feet dragging as they left the dragon exhibits and stopped quickly at the bathroom despite her daughter’s protests. “I want ice cream,” she complained, scuffing her heels on the stone steps outside the museum.

“Maybe,” Dany answered noncommittally.

“There’s my girls.”

“Papa!” Lya perked up, running and jumping off a step into Jon’s arms.

She blinked. “Where did you come from?”

“I’m a ghost,” he said, reaching to wrap his arm around her, kissing her quickly. She hummed against him and he growled. “What are you guys doing now? Lya, do you need a nap? Please say yes.”

She giggled, shaking her head, glasses slipping again. “Nope!”

Dany reached her hand down to his back pocket of his stupid skinny khakis— who wore those but him?—taking the opportunity while Lya was distracted by something she’d found in Jon’s breast pocket, to pinch his ass. He wiggled his brows at her, nipping her bottom lip. “Did you like the museum Lya?”

“Yeah, it teaches people.”

“It does.”

“Mummy’s is bigger.”

He cocked his head, smirking. “Oh?”

She smirked back, cocking her head. “Yes, Mummy’s exhibit is bigger than yours.”

“Hmmm, Mummy doesn’t seem to understand size doesn’t matter.”

“It does!” Lya said at the same time as her, forcing Jon to choke back a laugh.

Lya was still fussing with something in his pocket, prompting her to reach in and take it herself. “What are you hiding in here Jon?”

They walked down the steps and she finally got a chance to see what it was. It was Lya’s rock she’d been obsessing over of late. Except he had polished it and it glittered, all the facets reflecting the sun. It was a beautiful piece of dragonglass. She could see why Lya treasured it.

“It’s so pretty, Papa!”

“Hmm, pretty rock for a pretty girl.” Jon kissed her cheek, setting her down. “There you go.”

Their daughter squealed, clutching her rock, and skipped ahead. He wrapped his arm around her, tugging her to his side. Lya’s fascination with the rock and her curiosity with the museum, sparked an idea. She glanced up at Jon. “I have an idea,” she announced.

Jon side-eyed her. “What kind of idea?”

She smiled widely. “You’ll see.”

——

“Okay keep your eyes closed!”

Lya pouted, stomping her foot impatiently. “But why!”

“Because your mother said so,” Jon told her, holding her hands up in the air as they walked her— blindfolded— to a spot in the dragon hall, where her big surprise happened to be waiting.

“I can’t see Daddy!”

“I’ll take this off soon.”

“No my glasses!”

Dany glanced down to see the blindfold had snagged on her glasses, pulling them sideways off her ear. She chuckled, stopping in front of the little pedestal besides the big exhibit “What Does Dragon Fire Do?” “Here we are, are you ready?”

“Yes!”

“Tada!”

Jon pulled the blindfold off, Dany fixed her glasses, and Lya adjusted a moment to the light. She looked around a moment and then realized what she was supposed to be seeing. She squealed loudly, jumping in place, distracting some visitors who looked over at the commotion.

“My rock! My favorite rock!”

“It’s here for all to see,” Dany said, kneeling with Jon on either side of their daughter. She pointed to the sign. “Look, it says “Lya’s Rock.””

Lya sniffed, her hands on the glass case, peering lovingly at her favorite rock, sitting under glass and bright light, with a sign beside it saying it was her rock and she wanted everyone to enjoy it. “My rock,” she whispered, grinning. “Everyone sees it now!”

She nuzzled her daughter’s dark curls, nodding. “That’s why I got the museum to put it here on display. So everyone can see it.”

“I love my rock. I want everyone to love it too.” She touched the glass, sighing. “My favorite rock.”

Jon kissed her cheek. “We are going up North next weekend, we can go look for more rocks.”

“No, this is my favorite. My dragon rock.”

Dany stuck her tongue out at Jon over topf of Lya’s head. She grinned. “She likes Dragonstone rocks more than Northern rocks.”

He made a face at her. “You won this one Dr. Snow, but the next one will be mine.”

“I love rocks,” Lya proclaimed, clapping her hands.

Dany stood and pulled Jon by his lapels to kiss her quickly. “The next one? Do you know something I don’t, Dr. Snow?”

Lya chattered, slipping into Valyrian in her excitement, going on about rocks. Jon shrugged and kissed her temple. “Maybe we start on it, what do you think?”

Dany glanced down at Lya, who was preoccupied with her display. She smirked up at Jon, pulling him for another kiss, murmuring. “You go find Davos to babysit her and we can get started sooner rather than later. I think there’s a display on wildlings in the upstairs gallery that’s still under construction.”

“Hey Lya? Want to play with Uncle Davos?”

#jonerys #jonerys au #my fics #my moodboards #jonerys drabble #bit of fluff and silly in these dark days

[cloudeling]

love getting rid of eah characters heels like say goodbye to permanent tippy toes say hello to platforms and ballet slippers

#rambles

[swordsofsaturn]

wait that reminds me when the most recent barbie trailer thingo came out and there was that shot of margot robbie barbie stepping out of her shoe and everyone was like woooaahhh this is the best thing i've ever seen!!! i was so confused at first i was like ??? i don't get it. what's so special and interesting about this. she's just stepping out of her shoe. igdi.... anyway then once i realised it's bcuz the barbie doll foot is permanently angled like that i was like ah. perhaps i did not realise because that's just how i walked around all my childhood existence. on tippy toes permanently

#and it gave me GREAT almost-permanent calf boulders #however these days my calves have indeed smoothed out far more than that and they look fairly normal #maybe i should start walking around like that again