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sun-kissed

pairing~ jung wooyoung x male! reader

genre~ (au) (f) (s)

word count~ 9.5k (it’s that god damn smut scene i tell ya)

synopsis~ It’s the summer of ‘72 and y/n- an ex boy scout, arrives home after his college life is ruined by something as mundane as a crush on his best friend. in an attempt to run away from his concerns surrounding his sexuality, y/n returns to pinefield. there he meets jung wooyoung, a delinquent who really shouldn’t be there. the pair, both from different worlds come to the realisation that maybe what they were feeling wasn’t intense hate but something special...

or the one where an ice cold camp counsellor meets a boy who he’s convinced holds the sun in his eyes

featuring~ two closeted gay kids who are stupid and in love, reader is san’s cousin but it doesn’t really add to the plot that much, insinuated homophobia (nothing is actually directly mentioned), switch reader & switch wooyoung, frotting, a sickening amount of fluff, kissing and pda, wooyoung’s smart mouth and dolphin laugh, the longest and most respectful smut scene ever, praise & body worship, cum play, unprotected sex (don’t do this please i just had to keep this era appropriate).

playlist~🌼 (excuse the amazing lack 70′s music on this playlist)

a/n~ at this stage i will probably always be thanking you @kpop-ship-silver for actually encouraging me to get some thoughts out there, especially this fic. and @flwrboi i know we just started dm’ing but let me be bold and say you’ve 100% become my muse of sort. even though i started this fic months you and your presence inspired me to make this the cutest thing in the universe. lets just say this is a token of “please be my friend?” “or maybe at least consider being moots for more than a couple of weeks?”

also the song y/n and wooyoung listen to in the lake scene is Go All The Way by Raspberries

You can’t help but feel somewhat guilty, your family had been waiting for months to see you, yet you currently sat in the shadiest area of your yard tracing shapes on your bare knee. The sizzling meat and the children that ran wild, though loud, was reduced to background noise in your mind. Family barbecues were far and few between yet the atmosphere remained the same, regardless of the change within your heart.

A few days prior you stood in a phone booth on your campus weaving a narrative of your seemingly amazing college experience, even if you didn’t address it the distance in your voice was booming, so your dad took immediate action dusting off the same apron he wore years ago in an attempt to at least gift you with a faint smile when you arrived home. He had yet to see that smile but still had a few tricks up his sleeve, even if he was practically forced to man the food. After the not-so-subtle “You know you can tell me anything right champ?” you didn’t budge, and that in itself felt wrong. Throughout your life you had always been the sweet little boy who would always peck their mum on the cheek before running off to explore their backyard, which eventually led to you becoming the beloved poster child for the town’s local scout troop.

Honesty, integrity and kinship practically ran in your blood even during your awkward teenage phases. And as soon as you outgrew your troop you snatched up the opportunity to volunteer as a counsellor every summer, even now the familiarity of it pulled you back in, and right now you were as desperate as ever to forget about the events that had taken place.

The first couple of months of college had lulled you into a false sense of security, gifting you with a decent roommate, friends, you even managed to find a girlfriend. If you could go back and give your past self a helpful warning you would have looked him in his e/c eyes and said “Sometimes the best things are temporary”. It began as a faint jolt of electricity that ran wild when you brushed against Jaehyun’s arm. Then eventually you found yourself drifting in and out as you scanned his handsome features, and when someone noticed you responded like clockwork “When did admiring your best friend become a crime?” That question was later answered the night you refused to go further with your sweet bookish girlfriend Anne and instead opted for sneaking a hand into your boxers, letting soft whimpers of Jaehyun’s name slip loose and drift into the cold night air.

Your major game plan was to keep the double life you were leading under wraps, but eventually you made a lapse in judgement. The night was painfully ordinary, Jaehyun laughed at his joke that nearly fell into the realm of being a dad joke. You had a good sense of humour but the joke was a complete miss, but the sparkle in his eyes, that made everything worth it. From that point on your body was acting on its own, after taking one sneaky glance at his lips you took your chance. In some fantasy world Jaehyun would have stolen your breath in one swift kiss, but it never came. Dread coated your entire being as your eyes, which had since then clasped themselves shut, finally opened.

There was no hint of emotion on his face, it was as if he had already blocked out what had happened. Your friend stood, reaching for his bag. Slinging it around his shoulder he tilted sideways trying to avoid making eye contact.

“I was just joking.”

“I think I should go.”

Those five familiar words carried a venomous sting to them that was only heightened by him turning on his heels. Speaking proved to be a struggle, everything you wanted to say never made it past the tip of your tongue. By the time you managed to croak out a string of words he was already out the door.

“Jaehyun…I’m sorry.”

From that point onwards Jaehyun made a habit of taking elaborate detours in hopes of avoiding you. Maybe he was doing you a favour since there was no way you could work your way up to looking him in the eyes let alone start a conversation. However, your perspective clearly changed when a heartbroken Anne sat across from you, you knew where this was going even before you registered the words she spoke.

It didn’t take long for it to spread like wildfire, everyone knew about the little ex-boy scout who wasn’t as innocent as he seemed. So instead of unloading your baggage to your father you ultimately decided to ditch and disappear into the semi-wilderness and confront your feelings later, what could possibly go wrong?

A thud to the back of your head withdrew you from your thoughts, snapping you back into reality. Before you even had time to swivel around your younger cousin Ethan was frantic, “Sorry!” Looking down to your side you notice a lone soccer ball, the adults around you immediately set into action scolding him. “You know y/n’s not well.” That was what your mum used to smooth over the situation, she knew even less than your dad but she was still out here defending you while holding a stack of paper plates.

“Mum I’m fine.” Feigning innocence, you stood flashing a gentle smile before you dashed towards Ethan. The young boy playfully squealed as you trailed him around your back yard, finally cornering him you picked him up carrying him to the blow-up swimming pool. He was already in his swimsuit so when you plopped him into the pool the boy giggled like crazy, splashing you with water.

The familiarity of it all was a soothing balm over all the things that had happened in the weeks prior, and returning to Pinefield was a much-needed cure for your broken heart.

Wooyoung shuffled in his seat irked by the whole scenario, he didn’t deserve to be in this hellscape disguised as a cubicle. He wasn’t going to deny that he resorted to minor threats but that’s all it was, he wasn’t going to beat the dude up. But no matter how many times Wooyoung had stressed this to his community service officer he was dismissed with a passive aggressive smile.

The combination of the man’s feigned innocence, the pasty walls and the noisy water cooler was starting to break Wooyoung. His head fell into his hands muffling a frustrated sigh, “Now… the last time I checked a verbal threat doesn’t equal community service.” “Well, it does in our books, now Wooyoung you’re eating into my lunch break” “Good” “Son, just choose something you have no choice in the matter.”

Snatching the clipboard out of the man’s hand Wooyoung traced his tongue along one of his fingers and took to flipping through the pages, it didn’t take him long to realise that each listing was just as bad as the last. However, one caught his eye. “Camp Pinefield? You’re kidding me, a scout camp? You’re willing to let a “delinquent” volunteer around children, that’s good to know.” Wooyoung expected to at least get a chuckle from the man in front of him but much to his disappointment he got another blank stare.

Frankly all of these options were shit, but it was still an easy choice to make. There was no way he was going to willingly clean up after the people who got him in this situation to begin with, he also didn’t ever feel comfortable working in a local cemetery.

“Camp Pinefield it is.” “Well, if that’s the case I will contact the head of the scout troop and organise the paperwork. The camp starts in three weeks so I expect to see you back here next week to register. But until then enjoy your freedom.” Wooyoung was already walking away when he recognised the cocky comment. “It’s a scout camp not a prison.” “Your right, twelve weeks isn’t that bad right?” Luckily the officer couldn’t see how Wooyoung’s face paled immediately. Used to Wooyoung’s antics the man didn’t even react when he dashed back into the cubicle once again ripping the clipboard out of his hands once again, “Don’t you mean one to two wee-“Wooyoung’s voice faltered after rereading the rough penmanship, ‘Oh shit’ .

“Okay look, Tom I’m sorry for wasting your time, you deserved that lunch. Almost as much as I deserve to not do twelve weeks of community service at a camp.” The boy, who just so happened to be gifted in the art of persuasion, kneeled down so his head sat on the desk. There was a side to Wooyoung that barely saw the light of day and it only appeared in moments of complete desperation, he scrunched his face into a bright smile that saw his eyes disappear behind his cheeks. “I change my mind.” Without realising it Wooyoung had given the guy all he needed to make a smartass comment that sliced deep into Wooyoung’s ego.

“But with a face like that, the children are going to love you, I can’t disappoint them, right?”

“Oh, come on! It’s not even final, I can change my mind.” “I’m sorry my hands are tied” “No they aren’t!” “I don’t care how loud you get; I am not budging. Have a nice day.”

In that moment Wooyoung’s suspicions had been confirmed, he had indeed spent the last hour and a half in literal hell.

“Well fuck you too!”

He was fuming when he rounded the corner only to be met with Yeosang stifling his laugh, even after he had spotted Wooyoung he made absolutely no attempt at hiding his amusement. It was Yeosang’s idea to sync up their community service meetings, a cute little privilege that he reserved for his best friend. Much to his delight he managed to be placed into the cubicle right next to Wooyoung, meaning he had a front row ticket to the chaos that Wooyoung was raining down upon the poor officer.

So Yeosang didn’t even bother to ask about what had truly taken place, and even though silence had plagued them the entire walk home Yeosang failed to hear what the other had murmured through gritted teeth.

“Twelve weeks, what a dream.”

You sat adjacent to scoutmaster Hawke, entertaining the man’s conversation as you prodded a stick into the flames watching the logs crumble. You didn’t know whether you were just gifted with a huge ego or whether you were just so used to being a model citizen, but seeing the logs reduced to ash made you feel like a god. You had arrived at the camp grounds just as the sun was rising, an act which was 100% unnecessary but it wasn’t hurting anybody. Hawke knew what to expect from you considering he had known your family for thirteen years, if you had wanted to show up at the crack of dawn, so be it.

Once upon a time you had been subject to Hawke’s strict nature, but as soon as your mother had been dubbed the longest serving chef Pinefield had to date you were given a pass to do as you pleased. It wasn’t actually as irresponsible as it had sounded, they all knew you had a working head on your shoulders.

It was nearly eleven and the egg yolk sun washed over the campgrounds. Saturating it in a friendly type of warmth. Since you had arrived Hawke kept you close by after giving you a special task, to welcome one of the new camp counsellors. This was by no means out of the ordinary, with your innocence, charm and enthusiasm you could win over just about anybody so why not put you out into the front line to ease the worries of the newbies?

What Hawke failed to mention was that he had indeed met the new camp counsellor, and if that day was any indication of the type of person Jung Wooyoung was all hands-on deck were needed to reform him. So, he concocted a list of plans spanning from A-Z, and plan A was more or less chaining Wooyoung to their best volunteer. It was a complete shot in the dark but it was easily the better of the plans.

The older man was actually relieved that Wooyoung hadn’t shown up yet, it gave him the opportunity to calm your nerves before he could spring everything onto you.

“Y/n you know I’m not one for sentimentalities but it’s good to see you again, I wasn’t sure if you’d be back, seeing as you weren’t here last year.”

You playfully scoffed, bickering with the man as if he was a beloved uncle.

“Hey! You know you can’t get rid of me yet Hawke, you’ll be long gone before I leave you all behind. But seriously I really miss being here.”

“Just know that you don’t have to volunteer to come back and visit.” “Yeah, I know.” Truth be told you were never accustomed to the idea of not giving back to the people that basically witnessed you grow up, so you stayed. All the kind words he had showered you with were merely a way to put your heart at ease before he threw you into the tiger’s den, and you hadn’t the slightest clue.

“Not to cut you off there, but are you really sure he’s showing up?” “Just give him some time, he’ll show up alright.” There was something slightly ominous about Hawke’s answer but you let it slide. The tweeting birds filled the silence enough for you to relax once again, however, just as you dropped the stick to your side a rusted cherry pickup truck rounded the corner. From where you were both standing it was hard to clearly make out the owner of the car, but that didn’t really matter as the person for Hawke was waiting for exited the pickup truck.

It was proving incredibly difficult to mask the shock on your face, he wasn’t meant to be here. Maybe you were a serial gatekeeper but your anxiety was beating you into submission. Even if the phrase “Don’t judge a book by its cover” was repeated on loop throughout your childhood, you adopted an immediate distaste for the boy. His raven hair was slicked back, held in place by a black and white bandana. The rest of his outfit hung loosely on his body, a mix between the hippies your mother whispered about and the delinquents your father urged you to distance yourself from.

Your guest took his time, speaking to the driver of the vehicle before flashing him an emotionless smile, he hadn’t even been here for a whole minute yet he already seemed to be suffering.

Sending a salute to his friend he approached, coming to a stop right in front of you. He had yet to utter a single word but his piercing gaze was preventing you from blurting out the usual camp counsellor spiel.

“Good to see you son.” Hawke’s words didn’t seem to faze the young man, that or he was a mute, somehow you had a hard time believing that. Hawke’s sharp exhale was a warning sign in itself, the ex-army veteran had a very…unique sense of respect, his morals were so deeply ingrained in him and it was terrifying. Even if his heart was relatively big, his anger was no joke and nothing angered him more than stubborn silence.

You inadvertently flinched when his large hand came to rest on the stranger’s shoulder, gripping it in faux jolliness. It wasn’t a friendly gesture at all, it was a clear show of dominance. But Hawke was met with a challenging tilt of the head. As if he could sense his brash nature Hawke retracted his hand.

“Y/n I’d like you to meet Wooyoung, he has been kind enough to take on the role as Clarke’s replacement. I have asked Y/n to be your mentor of sorts or as we say, your buddy. Even if he does hold more authority over you, treat him as you would a good friend.”

“Sounds great.” Oh great, he was a complete asshole, well he definitely looked the part, but you had held out hope that he would at least save the sarcasm for later.

“Now Y/n why don’t you show Wooyoung around.” You could tell by the crease forming between his brows that he already needed to recover from Wooyoung’s attitude. “Sure, will do.” Turning to Wooyoung you flashed him the best poster-boy smile you had, maintaining it until Hawke was out of sight, there was no way you’d let him see you so nervous and fidgety. “I’m Y/n, in case you missed it.” “Didn’t miss it.” “Cool! So how about we drop by the cabin to ditch your belongings so we can get this tour rolling.” You were preparing yourself for another sour response, not for him to push past you and walk off to God knows where. “I’d suggest dropping the quirky scout thing, it’s not very convincing.” Your jaw dropped in sheer disbelief “You’re going the wrong way.”

One would have thought that you had tortured Wooyoung, when in reality you had just given him a tour and his scout uniform. “I think it suits you.” Wooyoung sighed “Please don’t say that.” It had been what, an hour? Yet you could already feel a pin prick of a migraine forming. Not wanting to give him fuel for another sassy comeback you attempted to change the subject. “So Wooyoung, what brings you to Pinefield?” For the first time since you met, he actually thought over his answer before exhaling a forceful sigh. “Look I promise it isn’t as bad as it seems, but I’m here for community service.” Wooyoung didn’t want to admit it to himself, considering you had been so persistently bubbly and invasive, but the way you tilted your head in confusion, was honestly one of the cutest things he had ever seen.

“Wait, I didn’t know that was a thing, don’t you need to be back in town picking up garbage?” “Okay, pretty boy, you obviously missed the point THIS is my community service.” A flaming blush coated your cheeks, it wasn’t meant as a compliment but it still had an effect on you. “Right, I’m sorry I just didn’t know you could do that, honestly that sounds like a pretty good deal. I have a cousin San, he just started his community service a couple of days ago, he nearly took the Pinefield gig to spend time with me but he absolutely sucks at leading children. So, he’s cleaning empty houses.”

One would have thought you just said the most outrageous thing based on the pure shock on his face. “Your cousin San?” Wooyoung had no idea how many people called San lived in this area, you couldn’t be talking about his best friend. “Technically he’s my fourth cousin but I didn’t think that mattered.” “This might be a stab in the dark but are you possibly talking about Choi San?” He watched as your eyes lit up ‘oh fuck’ “Yeah do you know him?” There was no way, well actually that could possibly explain why you were so attractive. But besides that, you were nothing alike. “He’s a close friend, he actually drove me here.” “What?! Why didn’t he come and say hi? First, he misses our family barbecue and now this.” “I’m more surprised you didn’t recognize your own cousin.” “I have bad eyesight sometimes! And I haven’t seen his new truck.” And there it was, a pout that was nearly identical to that of his best friend.

For the first time since he arrived Wooyoung chuckled “The difference is amazing, I can’t believe such an uptight, do-gooder is related to San.” You responded with a shrug “Well I am.” Wooyoung crouches down so he’s eye level with you “Hey lighten up, I think we’ll get along fine.” “I doubt it.” “Oh, come on, now who’s the depressing one, look it’s not like I’ll torment you, I wasn’t going to… but now I know you’re San’s cousin I can 100% say I’ll behave. Scout’s honour.” Wooyoung gave a small salute and a bright smile, you could see why the two got along, there was something oddly sweet about the guy, but he was still a major pain in the ass who had been pushing every single one of your buttons since he arrived. So, you’d have to pass on actually being his friend.

All you could do was flash him a false smile and glance at your watch hoping you had somewhere to be, your call was answered in seconds. A knock on the door brought Wooyoung to his feet in time for another counsellor to enter the change room. “Y/n there you are” He didn’t seem to notice Wooyoung until he turned to his side. “Good you’re here too. The scouts are here.” It was in that moment that you realised your watch was definitely showing the wrong time. “Oh, flip. Okay we’ll be out there soon.” You could feel Wooyoung smirking as the counsellor left the room “Oh flip? San 1, Y/n 0.” “What does that even mean?” “I’m keeping count. Whenever you say anything cheesy or lame San gets a point, I dunno how you get points but I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

Wooyoung did in fact keep his promise, he definitely didn’t set out to make your summer difficult. But that didn’t mean that he wasn’t annoying, oh god was he annoying. Three weeks into his time at Pinefield he had ditched his cold bad boy persona and became the golden child of the camp, the children adored him, the female counsellors had a crush on him and the adults showered him with praise. Even so, Wooyoung had a soft spot for you, even if it wasn’t mutual. You had made it completely obvious that he was a burden to you but he honestly didn’t care. He still had fun testing your patience.

Truth be told, if you weren’t studying a degree in social studies, you probably would have been an actor, solely due to the fact that you were able to convince others and yourself that you despised Wooyoung when in reality you had become one of those who were completely enamoured by his everything. But this felt too familiar and if Jaehyun had taught you anything it was that you were doomed if you let your heart get the best of you.

“Look, I’m not saying you’re wrong, but why don’t you like him? He’s so nice.” Your friend Christina interrogated you over breakfast, you let out another sigh aware of the possibility that you were grasping at any reason to hate Wooyoung. “You know what if you spent every single day paired with him, you’d be losing it too.”

His sarcasm had rubbed off on you, whenever questioned about him you always had a defensive answer. Because at the heart of it, there was a reason why you disliked him and it was growing bigger and more complicated every week, day, hour and minute that you spent with him.

Your prayers had been answered, then dashed in a matter of time. Wooyoung didn’t show for breakfast gifting you with much needed silence, but the world also condemned you to a good couple of hours in the presence of a shirtless Wooyoung. The lake on the edge of the camp wasn’t the biggest lake in the world, but it was still in need of a lifeguard. The lake was connected to a string of other lakes that ultimately connected to the sea, a perfect get away for Wooyoung who sat on a cherry-red lifeguard chair. Instead of actually watching out for the kids he let them run free, closing his eyes to inhale the salty sea breeze. Feeling eyes on him he pauses his Walkman “You good?” It was a struggle to keep your cheeks from turning red. Wooyoung had to be aware of his visuals, his cockiness was most definitely a result of over-confidence.

“I’m fine, just watching you shirk your responsibilities, if you aren’t going to be the lookout let me do it.” “It’s all good up here don’t worry your pretty little face about it.” Huffing out a sigh you stretched back allowing your feet to dangle off the end of the jetty. Even from your spot the sea air managed to tussle with your h/c locks. Wooyoung resumed his position, reclining back into the chair. Just as he was about to press play you spoke again “What are you thinking about?” “That’s a pretty invasive question.” “I’ve never seen you make that face before.”

There was a moment of hesitation. He wasn’t keen on telling you the truth, that he was thinking about you. It didn’t have anything to do with your relation to San, even if you hadn’t told him that bit of information, he still would have found you so insanely attractive. He couldn’t deny the fact that he frequently wondered what your mouth could do, other than nag him. You were uptight to a fault. Any other person would have been offended by your harsh approach, but Wooyoung found it endearing. He actually enjoyed your company, every single attempt he made to get closer to you was in good spirit. He wasn’t even certain that you were into him or guys in general, it was more of a suspicion that was proving itself true with each lingering glance in his direction.

So instead, he responded with a witty retort. “I’m imagining that I’m at the beach with the hot sun and even hotter babes.” Man, this guy sucked, however, he was attractive. You hadn’t seen it before but the sun shining down on him proved to be your new weakness. Summer looked good on him.,

“Sounds like a dream, now share!” Springing up you strolled towards the boy, tugging at his arm that was lazily thrown over the arm rest. “The hell?!” “Didn’t you hear me? Time to share that fantasy, get down.” Wooyoung, used to this behaviour could only chuckle at your words. “Wooyoung.I.Just.Want.To.Do.My.Job.” “Fine, move out the way I’m getting down.” Wooyoung Leapt down from his throne with ease “There you go, have at it.” Wasting little time, you fumbled up onto the seat. Ironically you had little to no climbing abilities despite being a scout and since you were focused on not slipping and getting a concussion you failed to notice your swim shorts ride up your legs.

Something as simple as that broke any self-control Wooyoung had, but it was the innocence that got him. You seemed just as oblivious as always, he was actually willing to overlook this mishap until you smirked at him.

In your head the smirk was a sense of dominance, you had gotten your way, end of story. However, that smirk led Wooyoung to the point of no return.

“I think we should get out of here.” You rolled your eyes “Look we only have twenty minutes left. I’m not letting you out of my sight.” How were you not getting it? He was being so blatantly obvious. “Look. I’m feeling, God, can we just talk… privately.” It was all too tempting to tease the guy but he looked completely on edge. “Yeah of course.” Landing on the ground as gracelessly as possible, you looked around for the best place to have this conversation. It was decided that the small lifeguard’s unit that sat about a hundred feet from the lake was the best bet.

Unlocking the door, you ushered Wooyoung inside, taking the extra step to lock the door behind you. “What’s u- ““Look, I could be completely wrong but do you like guys?” “I’m not against them, you’ve seen me with my male friends.” He was starting to wonder whether you were just that oblivious or just a stick in the mud. “I know that, I’m asking if you’re attracted to other men.”

Wooyoung had promised that he wouldn’t torment you, but for some reason you were still anticipating the worst if you did confess to anything. So, you gave the same answer you gave to Anne all those months ago. “That’s absurd, I’m not into guys. I’m straight.” Your lie seemed to convince her at the time but Wooyoung saw through your half-hearted words. “Look I’m not asking because I’m weirded out but you’ve been acting a little…look you keep staring at me and I don’t know how to feel about it.” “Oh, come on don’t flatter yourself Wooyoung, it’s nothing really.” Wooyoung licked his lower lip in frustration. “Look if I tell you something about myself can you answer one question for me?” “If it’ll make you happy go ahead, but please make this quick I don’t want to leave the kids alone for too long.”

“Great! Don’t worry this won’t take long.” He may have come across as overly enthusiastic but in reality, his nerves were starting to get the best of him. “You’re not the only one who isn’t straight, unlike you I’m just better at hiding it. So let me ask you again “Are you attracted to me?”

It felt absurd, this couldn’t be happening. While you were still trying to comprehend the words, he had spoken Wooyoung leaned in, his voice no louder than a faint whisper. “Feeling’s mutual.” While your brain attempted to come up with a long list of excuses as to why you shouldn’t give in to him, your body acts, swiftly pulling him in for a kiss. After the initial shock Wooyoung resumed his cocky playfulness, nipping at your lip. “I didn’t think you liked me that much.” “Shut up.” “Come on I’m just teasing.”

Wooyoung cupped your face, pulling you back it didn’t take long for his soft lips to soothe every single one of your worries. “More, Wooyoung I think I want you to touch me.” Even in his most vivid fantasy he never thought you’d be begging for his touch. “Where? Here?” The amusement was evident in his voice as he brought his hands to rest upon the bare skin just shy of your hip bones. The light circling motion as he traced aimless shapes summoned gentle whimpers. “S-stop teasing me, you know exactly where I want your hand.”

Wooyoung clicked his tongue, his mock displeasure wholly covering up the fact he thrived on your demanding attitude. “I didn’t know pretty boy had so much bite.” Whining in frustration you rested your forehead against his. “Woo you’re wasting my time.” Maybe he had gotten carried away, he quickly glances up at the clock hanging on the wall. “Looks like I’m going to have to make you cum in less than ten minutes, challenge accepted.”

Wooyoung swiped at the various clipboards that littered the desk behind you, too caught up in the moment to even react when they hit the floor with a clang. He leaned in for one final kiss, whining when you tilted your head to the side. Not wanting to let you win this heated battle he took to nipping down the side of your neck as he lifted you onto the desk. While you were far too preoccupied with the sensation of your skin between his teeth Wooyoung tugged your swim shorts down tossing them off to the side.

A hiss slipped through your gritted teeth as his hand came into contact with your already hard member. Even though his touch was light and his hands soft, your voice remained caught in your throat. You wanted to test his patience just as he had tested yours, but the only thing you had to offer was a pathetic buck of your hips each time his hand edged closer to your balls. You shuffled forward holding yourself against him, leaning your head into his shoulder you whined. “Don’t stop.” As if to spite you Wooyoung stilled his hand, bringing your head up you frowned at the loss of contact. “Hey lighten up, I want to try something.”

It was his turn to pull down his swim shorts, not knowing what to expect you play nice, allowing him to bring your left leg up for better access. You closed your eyes waiting for him to enter you, instead he pressed his dick against yours. Once again, his hand returned, this time he held both of you in his hand resuming with short, feverish strokes. Your own arms began to shake as the pleasure he deprived you of returned, feeling far more intense than before. Letting your eyes close and head loll to the side you failed to see him swipe your tip, merging your precum with his. One more clench from him had you shuddering against him as you came onto his hand, even though you were trying to recover Wooyoung continued. The overstimulation forced you to open your eyes looking him chase his high, not even phased by your cum coating his hand. “Woo, stop, it’s too much.” “Hang in there, I’m nearly done.” Wooyoung moved his hand faster only for you to cry out, gripping his biceps you left small crescent indents. The light pain was it all took for him to reach his release.

Even through the lust that was clouding your mind you managed to peer up at him, marvelling at how gorgeous he looked with his clenched jaw that only slightly relaxed when he began muttering a string of incomprehensible curses.

Catching his breath Wooyoung pulled away from you, looking at the clock. “Told ya I could get you cumming in under ten minutes, I think that deserves a kiss.” His comment was weightless, it was intended to float in one ear and out the other but you caught it mid-air with a warm smile that made his heart skip a beat. “You’re ridiculous.” Normally whenever you’d say that it would sting, as if you were ripping a band-aid off of his heart. Instead, you gifted him with a honey-sweet kiss, reassuring him that this wasn’t a dream, even if it felt too good to be true. It was nearly impossible for you to admit that you liked him, the words just weren’t there but the lovesick look in your eyes told him everything he needed to know

The walk back to the lake was full of the cheesiest smiles that the two of you could muster, you intended to drop it when by the time you came in view of the kids. But Wooyoung had another one of his brilliant ideas, ignoring your whining he pushed you to the side so he could take the small climb back onto the chair. “Wooyoung!” Instead of answering he shuffled into the seat, partially spreading his legs “What’re you waiting for? Didn’t you want to share that fantasy with me?” He stretched his arm out smiling when you took his hand, steadying yourself just so you could climb into his lap.

All the wriggling that he was doing became apparent when you realised, he had pulled his Walkman out from behind him. Noticing your doe-eyed expression Wooyoung took it upon himself to lean in close placing one ear pad over your ear and the other on his.

For the first time that day you closed your eyes, ignoring the loud game of Marco Polo that was taking place but before you could fully drift into a peaceful daydream Wooyoung made sure to let you know how he felt.

“San 37, y/n 2.” “Wait how is a confession only worth two points?!” “It would have been five points if it was a verbal confession. But don’t worry, we have the rest of summer for you to catch up.”

By the time the last day had come around you were still far from beating San, while you would say the whole point system was just there to piss you off, Wooyoung begged to differ “You’re just a little embarrassing.” You both currently stood in the kitchen, staring at the bacon that was closer to ash than anything edible. Having Wooyoung as your boyfriend meant that you drew the short straw with kitchen duty, ever since Doris gave him the opportunity to cook breakfast once a week you were pulled along even if you weren’t the best chef around. The only thing you got out of these moments was complete privacy to kiss the life out of him. Ever since that awkward confession you were unable to be around each other without acting like dumb kids who were hopelessly in love, luckily Pinefield remained oblivious to everything that had happened. Shocking considering how touchy Wooyoung was.

Amongst all of the sexual favours you had done for each other you always faltered when it came to actual sex. Back in the lifeguard’s unit all those weeks ago you were prepared to get it over and done with in thanks to that lust filled frenzy, yet things weren’t that simple. You just couldn’t bring yourself to feel that open and comfortable again, it wasn’t like Wooyoung ever pressed you on the matter. He was content either way, but today was the last day you had with him, well not exactly, yes you were leaving Pinefield but Wooyoung assured you that you had him for life now. That didn’t make you feel any better, you were aware of how removed and cold to the touch you could be, you were way more mellow now but you still felt wildly uncomfortable admitting out loud that you actually loved him. There were countless times wherein you had accidentally cock-blocked yourself, each time you credited that to the trauma that came from your near kiss with Jaehyun.

But that was then and on the last day, it felt all too right to switch roles. It was time you became the one with the bright, charming disposition. Which wasn’t really the easiest thing to do, but if that issue of Teen magazine you found lying around told you anything, it was to trust your heart.

“So Wooyoung, you doing anything tonight?” “Probably not but I haven’t even thought about what I want for lunch, you’re expecting a lot from me Y/n.” “Well, is it okay if I steal you away for the night? I wanted to repay you for this summer. “You’re such an idiot I told you I’d come by your place after we got home, stop trying to ditch me it’s rude.” Wooyoung wrapped his arms around you while you stirred the scrambled egg “Stop twisting my words, I’ve got a surprise for you.” “Nice! See you then.” The door creaked open causing Wooyoung to let go of you making you lose balance and singe your finger on the flame that licked the side of the pan. “Mother of God Wooyoung! That hurt!” You intended to give him a piece of your mind but instead you were greeted with Doris’s friendly smile. “Y/n deary that looks bad, Mr. Hawke wants to see you, but first come with me, let’s get some ice on that.”

Unfortunately, that was the only time you had with Wooyoung until you slipped into the cabin that night. Hawke had kept a close eye on you giving you housekeeping tasks that left you in his presence for the majority of the day, you had assumed the camp was none the wiser but all of Hawke’s questions alluded to quite a bit of suspicion from the older man. You preached the cover story that you weren’t a sinner, and in fact Wooyoung was a friend of a cousin of yours and that he was actually a decent person to be around. All of that acting tired you out, the only thing preventing you from crashing your head onto the pillow knocking out for the night was your lover’s expectant look. In an attempt to seem as casual as possible you walked past him to the bathroom, when you had passed him you spoke lowly “I’ll come get you when the others fall asleep.” Wooyoung nodded immediately launching into a cover up “I’m glad your finger’s better, I didn’t think it would be that bad.” As usual his constant chattering went over the head of the others urging them to fall asleep quicker than anticipated.

Making sure the coast was clear you sat up scanning the room, realising that Wooyoung was also up doing the same thing. When he made eye contact with you, he smiled and pointed towards the cabin door. Nodding you gestured towards his shoes. While he was getting ready you tiptoed towards the corner of the room grabbing two kerosene lamps, lighting them while you still had the dim cabin lights.

Wooyoung let out a loud exhale when he joined you outside “We better get out of here I’m not sure if I saw someone walking up or if it was a trick of the light.” Passing him a lamp you shushed him with a frown and walked off into the distance waiting for him to jog up to you. “Sorry about that Woo, I really don’t want to get caught. But I’m glad to see you. I really missed you.” “Hey well you’ve got me now, so do what you will with that.” Your free hand reaches towards Wooyoung’s clasping it tightly as you walked ahead practically dragging him behind you. The fool behind you giggled, he had mentioned it casually during conversation but whenever you demanded something from him or “wore the pants” in the relationship, he became weak at the knees.

It had to be no less than a ten-minute walk away from the campground when you came to a stop. “We’re here.” Wooyoung wasn’t sure he knew where “here” was but he got some kind of idea as the orange light illuminated the field of daisies around him. Placing the lamp to the side you fished out a plaid picnic blanket laying it down you sat down waiting for Wooyoung to take his seat next to you.

“I didn’t expect this from you of all people.” “Oh hush, I have a plan and if you keep running your mouth, you’re going to make me anxious.” You reach back for his hand, your nerves showing as your hands shook in the warm summer night’s breeze. Instead of addressing the elephant in the room aka your shaking hands Wooyoung brought your hand up stroking it before giving it a chaste kiss. “You’re probably wondering why we’re here.” “I admit it did cross my mind.” “I wanted to star gaze, but I brought you here for another reason. I found this place in my first year and I thought it would be suitable to say goodbye here.” Wooyoung froze, his heart in his throat. Shocked was an understatement, he didn’t even do anything this was so messed up “You’ve got to be kidding me.” “No, I don’t mean it like that! I just don’t think I’m coming back to Pinefield next year. So, I wanted to make my last night memorable. I was already thinking of cutting my ties with this place but Hawke just basically interrogated me today and I decided that I don’t want that. What I do want to say is that I’m an idiot who can’t tell his boyfriend how much I love him.” You looked up at Wooyoung your eyes crinkled as you flashed him a bashful smile. “I don’t say it enough but I fucking love you Wooyoung”

If it was any other occasion, he would have laughed at how awkward your cursing sounded but instead he pulled you in for a rib-crushing hug. For the first time since you had known him, he was rendered speechless, just existing with you in his arms. Deciding to play along with him you let him pull you down onto the picnic blanket, he shuffled around so you could both look up at the twinkling stars that hung low in the night sky.

After a brief moment of silence had passed before Wooyoung found the right thing to say. “Coming here was a mistake, I didn’t even want to be a counsellor but now, I can thank my stupidity otherwise I wouldn’t have had my heart stolen by an annoying, uptight, cold-hearted camp counsellor.” “Well, I’m glad you like them cold. But seriously thank you Wooyoung. You fixed a broken heart.” It was Wooyoung’s turn to tilt his head in confusion “I was outed for trying to kiss my best friend, word spread that I was just some gay little camp scout, so I came here. Basically, thank you for being so stupid.” Despite the moonlight shining down upon the two of you, you swore you saw the sun in his eyes, so you kissed him. It felt different from all the other kisses you had shared, it felt complete.

Wooyoung snaked his way under your shirt, his touch searing your skin, but it was okay, it was safe. You pushed Wooyoung onto the blanket straddling him. He was about to whine and kick up a fuss when you tightly intertwined your hands with his, leaning back in for another kiss. His lips were reminiscent of the sticky marshmallows that he ate by the bonfire, which made up for the fact that Hawke wouldn’t even let you join in on their small end of camp celebration.

The kisses that were initially forceful and demanding were now needy and messy. Impatient as ever Wooyoung pulled his hands away from yours to try and flip you over, you pushed his hands away with a cocky smirk. “I’m sorry but It’s my turn to love you.”

You left his lap only to part his legs, kneeling between his thighs you placed a soft kiss on his forehead. A silent oath that you were going to treat him as if he was made of glass. Wooyoung’s jaw went slack when you removed your shirt, arching your back as you did so. There was no doubt that you knew how to get him flustered, it was a shame that you hid that side of yourself as often as you did. But maybe it was for the best, Wooyoung never denied the fact that he was a possessive guy. So, he was just counting all of his lucky stars that he was the only one who got to see you like this.

“I should have asked earlier but are you sure you’re okay with me doing this Wooyoung?” “I want this, please go all the way.” You were trying to remain serious but you broke into a fit of laughter as he continued to quote the song you listened to by the lake. “It feels so right, being here with you tonight.” “Stoppp you’re making me blush! But seriously are you okay with me being on top?” “Relax will you! I want this.”

“In that case” You gripped Wooyoung by the hips, tugging him in closer “I’m about to rock your world. “San 79” “Don’t you dare mention San now, that’s such a turn off.” Wooyoung’s squeaky laughter was contagious, but you were too worked up to laugh with him. Instead, you pulled his shorts down focusing on palming the bulge in his pants. Failing to grip anything more than the picnic blanket Wooyoung sat up holding you close to him, if he couldn’t handle this, he had no idea how he was going to get through tonight. Despite his clinginess you continue to palm him while he began to lazily place kisses across your body, starting at your lower jaw and travelling down to your Adam’s apple and finally stopping at your heart.

It was a tricky job, considering Wooyoung was so firmly pressed against you, but you managed to remove his boxers sighing as you felt his length rest against your lower abdomen. “As much as I want to keep holding you like this, I’d prefer to fuck you.” Trust you to seem so proper even when you said the filthiest things, Wooyoung leaned back trying to give you as much space without having to stop touching you. Discarding your boxers, you guide Wooyoung to lie down, fighting against all of your urges you took it slow bringing three fingers up to your mouth and lathering them with saliva. The sensation of your pointer finger entering him made him throw his head back allowing himself to look up at the stars once again. The sensation of your finger pressing against his tight inner walls was borderline euphoric, if it wasn’t for the sweat beading against his torso, he would have thought he was dreaming. The feeling intensified with the addition of a second finger being buried into him. “Shame on you for not doing this sooner, your fingers feel so good.” Wooyoung moved to angle his hips trying to get your fingers to sink in deeper. However, at that moment you had already pushed in a third finger. “F-fuck!” Concern was at the forefront of your mind thinking assuming that you must have hurt him, his blissed-out face quelled your worries. “You’re doing so well Woo, thank you so much.”

That simple comment sucker punched Wooyoung in the heart, he wanted to be the one thanking you, instead he was writhing around trying to delay an orgasm that felt too close for comfort. Then you had to go and effortlessly brush against his prostate “Y/n, please stop, m’gonna cum if you keep this up.” Wanting to drag this out a little longer you removed your fingers, brushing them on the edge of the shirt Wooyoung was still wearing making him scrunch his face up in disgust. “My bad, its not like you’re going to be wearing it the whole time.” It sounded like a random comment but Wooyoung could tell by the dominance in your voice that it was an order, so he removed his shirt.

Getting a closer look at the tattoos spread across his body you brought his legs up, licking your palm you brought it down to lubricate yourself before brushing the tip against his entrance. Wooyoung shuddered at the sensation only to whine when you finally dipped your body and pushed into him. His body went rigid, he let his eyes fall shut so he could marvel at how well you filled him up, once you had bottomed out completely you pulled him towards you so your body was tightly plastered against his. Even though you had yet to move your heart was violently thumping against your chest, as you both gasped out disorderly breaths.

“You feel so good Wooyoung, just relax and I’ll make you feel so good just you wait.” “I already feel good, but fine, you’re the boss .” Keeping to his words Wooyoung exhaled, loosening around you. As soon as his body was lax you started thrusting into him “Y/n oh, that feels so good. More.” Heeding his word you gripped his legs, placing them over your shoulder. It was hard to maintain any self-control around Wooyoung, especially when he looked like that, face red and flushed, hair sticking to his forehead. A particularly hard thrust forced a groan from Wooyoung “Shit, I’m sorry Woo, I’m so sorry.” Making a move to pull away from him Wooyoung held you in your place “We’ve spoken about this; you never have to use that word; you have nothing to be sorry for.”

Lowering his legs by a fraction you began moving again, though your thrusts weren’t as hard they were hitting the right spot each time. Wooyoung whined at the friction, he knew full well that he was nearing his climax and this time he welcomed it. He tapped your hand, “I want to do something.” You let go of his legs watching him prop himself up with his arms, his back slightly arched. Moving back and forth he tried his hardest to ride you, it was a precarious angle but it hit his prostate spot on. “I’m so close, I can’t...” Before Wooyoung could finish his sentence, he came, cum spurting onto your lower torso, he really wishes he could have held out just that few seconds longer so he could experience the magic of cumming with you but at least he got to really take in the sight of you pulling out only to cum on his stomach.

Wooyoung crinkled his nose when you fell to his side, placing a sloppy kiss at the corner of his mouth. “That… was amazing.” You smirked at the boy who was still trying to get down from the high he was riding. “I hope it made up for lost time.” “Didn’t it ever. I can’t believe you just did that.” Any sense of dominance that you had disappeared leaving you a blushing mess. As if you hadn’t just spent the whole night making out with him you leaned in for another kiss. You made the move to rest your head on his shoulder, Wooyoung did the same almost headbutting you in the process. “Don’t worry Woo, I’ve got you.” Not having the energy to refuse you Wooyoung brought his head down to rest on your chest.

It was nearly impossible to determine how long the two of you were cuddled up, talking and pointing at the stars. The sex-crazed stupor you were still in broke when something small and wet fell onto your cheek. Luckily you caught Wooyoung before he fell into a light slumber,” Wooyoungie, it’s raining, get up sleepy head.” The rain was getting heavier by the minute even though there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. You didn’t notice it initially but Wooyoung had fallen behind a slight limp in his step. Coming to a stop you waited for him to catch up, passing your back pack to him you crouched low waiting for him to jump on. You marched through the forestry, dodging mushroom rings while Wooyoung wrapped his arms around your neck, murmuring the sweetest things one could ever imagine.

The rain was pelting down at full force by the time you returned to the cabin, masking your heavy footsteps from the added weight of Wooyoung who had been attempting to tickle you for one whole minute. Dropping him off onto his bed, you brought him in for one more hug ruffling his dark hair. “Well, thanks for being my date for the night, I’m sorry this is awkward I don’t know what to say… Maybe just go to sleep, you look like you’re about to pass out.” Wooyoung rubbed his eyes and whined “Well I am going to sleep but not because you told me to.” Rolling your eyes at Wooyoung huddled under the sheets you returned to your own bed, finding it nearly impossible to stop smiling as you thought recalled the entire night.

Another thing you found impossible was falling asleep, you were put off by the thunder and lightning despite it not being that violent. It wasn’t a complete fear of yours but it bothered you all the same. Murmuring a soft “Oh my god” you sat up, hair a mess and a frown plastered on your face. Clearly the lack of sleep was messing with your head considering you got out of bed tiptoeing over to Wooyoung. Not wanting to disturb him too much you lightly tapped his shoulder trying to wake him up, to no avail. “Hey, hey wake up… Wooyoung!” You whisper shouted, he jolted awake blinking rapidly, trying to adjust to the dim light. “Mmm, it’s just you” With that he turned over not even phased by your presence. Instead of whining at him feigning ignorance you stayed perched by the side of his bed. “I can’t sleep.” Maybe you didn’t sulk but Wooyoung could feel you pouting, so he turned over pulling his sheets back, his eyes were still closed and his brain could barely comprehend anything more than a few words.

So, you slid into his bed, sighing when his arms wrapped around your lower back. It was his turn to pull you closer letting your head rest against his chest. The thought hadn’t crossed your mind that the two of you could potentially get caught, but it truly didn’t matter. It’s not like you were ever coming back to Pinefield anyways. Yes, it had been a home to you for years, but something had changed. You weren’t the hurt guy that showed up 12 weeks ago, you weren’t scared of the judgement anymore. It was a soothing balm to your heart knowing that you could move on all thanks to Wooyoung who had said it many times “I don’t care whether you like it or not Y/n, but you’re stuck with me for life so get used to it.” So, you fell asleep. The heavy rain and his soft heartbeat the soundtrack for a summer love that was far from over.

~in other words please don’t repost or steal my work as i’m a slow writer~

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Sun-Kissed, Tokoyami x Reader

Pairing: Tokoyami Fumikage x Reader

Word count: 5.5k

Description: In which Tokoyami loves the moon, but finds himself falling in love with light and life instead.

Very seldom did Tokoyami ever find something that made himself and his quirk feel at ease. That isn’t to say that there’s nothing that does the trick, but when it comes down to it, there is only one solitary thing that he can think of off the top of his head. Whether it be a long day of hectic and draining patrols that left his body feeling worn and his mind lagging behind with a sense of aimlessness or a strange day full of questions that would nag him as well as peculiar situations that wouldn’t leave the forefront of his innermost thoughts, nothing felt better than leaving for the outskirts of town to find this one particular place. Ironically enough, he’d always find himself perched on a high branch, hands clasped together in his lap as he sat on the broad, sturdy structure of the branch beneath him, leaning forward as if to get a closer look at the celestial body that would dance on its tiptoes over the small body of water ahead of him. Beams of silver light radiating from the night sky would bathe Earth and all of its inhabitants in its soothing glow which filled Tokoyami with a sense of ease and wonder he’d never known before. And sometimes, if he listens just hard enough, he swears he can hear the moon singing softly to him.

From time to time, he’ll try to pin down an actual melody and hum to it, but more often than not it’s not quite right. He should have known better than to believe he’d be able to sing alongside the moon, it’s always been so mysterious in its ways. The moon, who causes phenomena that no one can quite explain, also sings a tune so unpredictable and delightful that one can only hope to join the night sky’s choir in their dreams.

Tokoyami has always been a dreamer.

It’s been clear since he decided to be a pro hero and since he’d been admitted to UA. It became apparent that he’d make his dreams come true as he poured himself into starting his own hero agency with a small group of friends he’d graduated with. Dreams were what made him feel so enthralled with the idea of sleep. And with a melody that hasn’t even made itself fully known stuck on his mind all the time, he realizes that dreams also give him hopes and goals. Hopes to know the melody one day soon and goals to dedicate whatever time it takes to figure it out. And, then, there are just some dreams that don’t come true unless they want to.

He learned that when he ran into you on the way home late one night. A woman so caught up with her own life that she couldn’t force herself to slow down if her well-being depended on it. He knew as much as he watched you hurry past him toward the bus stop, tapping your fingers rhythmically on the side of your leg and murmuring something to yourself, almost as if trying to dedicate it to memory. With brows knitted together over your bright eyes and the scowl on your face, most would assume the wrong thing. Most would assume that you were angry, but Tokoyami likes to believe that a tired soul would know the other. You weren’t angry, no, you were trying to keep yourself on your feet for the sake of whatever was in store for you next. It wasn’t clear what you were up to or where you were going, but one thing was certain… Tokoyami would dream of a chance encounter such as this coming to find him again when the time was right.

He’s always been a dreamer.

And, as fate would have it, it worked out in his favor, yet again. It would be a brisk, early morning. The sun is just beginning to start its day alongside Tokoyami. As the sun breaks its way through the horizon dawning a new day filled with the promise of countless possibilities, Tokoyami breaks his way through the canopy of the trees, perching himself on that high-up branch somewhere far away from town. He doesn’t have to work until later on in the day, so he has decided to spend the first part of his day trying to find some inward peace. It isn’t the same without the moon and her midnight waltz, but somehow it feels better because the sun has appeared. Well, the personification thereof.

He’s not sure how he’d never noticed the house on the other side of the pond, but here in the daylight, he can see it plain as day. A beautiful little cottage, nestled between a few sparsely placed trees, with the shutters opened and boughs of ivy cascading down the sides of it. It looks like a home, one that feels so strange next to the woman he assumed would never be able to slow down. Yet, there she is, tending to her gardens and filling a basket with fresh vegetables and herbs. The contrast in comparison to the woman he met that day is stifling, yet he can’t help but feel as though it makes sense.

Leaning forward in hopes of catching a better view, he ends up slipping off of the edge of the branch. As he begins his plummet back down to the earth which lies in wait beneath him, he summons Dark Shadow who ultimately lightens the impact. He’s not sure either one of them wanted to find themselves back on the branch, not when there would be a possibility of waking up with you closer. There was no need for waking up, he never closed his eyes. Instead, he lay there, staring up at the sky, his view slightly skewed by the branches that tower above him. The way that the smaller ones sway in the breeze is nearly hypnotic, with soft movements that look to be nearly choreographed by some higher power.

And hypnotic as those swaying branches may be, he can’t help but feel himself lose any semblance of thought upon meeting your eyes. Colored so beautifully and clear as the night sky he’d seen many times, there was absolutely no way he’d seen a color so beautiful before in his life. And, looking at you, he knew that there was nothing that had ever been created with more care and intent as you.

You were perfect.

He’d never been one to believe in all of the myths and fables that would convey stories of gods and goddesses that had roamed the earth and done wonderful things. He had no reason to, not really. There was really nothing that a god would be capable of that people he’d met throughout his life wouldn’t be capable of either. There were people that could change the weather with physical power of their own rite and those who could create devastation with so much as the flick of a wrist, people who could move mountains and change the tides. He’d known so many people that have faced greater challenges than any god he’d ever heard of, who had done much more wondrous deeds and still remained humble. He’d convinced himself that there was no god worth meeting, until now.

You lean down, examining his features closely, your hand lightly brushing through his hair. The touch is so soft that it sends shivers throughout his entire body, making even Dark Shadow shiver. “Looked like you took a pretty big fall,” you whisper gently.

“It wasn’t that big,” he answers with a shaky breath, afraid that if he speaks too loudly it will all end. “Well, it was, but I’m alright. Dark Shadow lightened the blow for me. It’s nothing I’m not used to.”

“Is that so?” You smile. “I guess that’d sound about right for a hero or something, though I can’t imagine any reason why a pro would be all the way out here.”

He sits up slowly and takes in his surroundings as if he’d never seen the place before. Yeah, everything looks the same. “I can think of a few.” He mourns the loss of your touch as you pull your hand away, eyeing him curiously. The daze is starting to settle as he speaks again, “I think I found paradise here.”

“I won’t tell you that you’re wrong,” you giggle. “It is pretty great, isn’t it?” He nods. “Thank you. I did it all on my own. It took a lot of work, but I like to think it’s worth it.”

“You did all this?”

“Yep. I do it every day,” you smile. “Would you like a closer look?”

He gulps, unsure of himself. He doesn’t want to be too forward by saying yes, but he doesn’t want to miss the opportunity to spend more time with you, either. He looks down at his hands, trying to study them for some sort of answer. Maybe, if he tries hard enough, he can find the answer written somewhere between the lines. Yet, there is nothing written there. “You wouldn’t mind, would you?” he asks.

You hold your hand out for him to take, “Not at all. I’d be honored to have somebody else see my home.”

He takes your hand and you help pull him to his feet. He didn’t really need the help, but there was no way he’d refuse your hand. Not now, and likely never. You lead him from the tree line and through the clearing of land between that and your home. The closer you pull him to the place he’d only just noticed this morning, the more at peace he feels. It’s almost as if every burden he’d ever felt or will feel is melting from his shoulders like the last heavy snow of the winter disappearing from the rooftops that they burden. He can feel warmth unfurling throughout his entire body and his steps grow lighter. He can’t quite place if it’s due to the excitement and wonder that’s been ignited by this chance encounter, or if it happens to be because he’s truly found paradise. No matter the case, he has no desire to fight it whatsoever. Even walking past the gate of the fence adds a certain intensity to it all. He could almost cry due to the relief that floods his entire being like water overflowing from a glass that was never meant to carry something of such a large capacity.

Once beyond the gate, the land around your home seems to expand over a greater area of land than how it looks on the outside. There’s even a small forest that peeks above the roof of the cottage and small farmyard animals that graze on the grass around the area. It feels like something straight out of a fairytale book. His eyes fill with awe as he tries to take in everything. There’s no way that this is the same house he was seeing from atop the branch of that faraway tree. “Pretty neat, huh?” you ponder aloud.

“Neat? This is… unreal. How did you do all of this?” he asks.

You shrug, “Call it a quirk or something like that.”

“Something like that?” he asks, incredulously.

“Something like that,” you smirk. “Come on. There’s a lot for you to see.”

He follows you through all of the gardens which grow a vast number of summer vegetables such as tomatoes, okra, a variety of squash, and many more. Not to mention the herbs, he can’t imagine how you’d use every last one. There are raised beds and plots of perfectly cultivated land, even an orchard where the fruit is grown. It’s hard to believe that there’s enough space for all of it. There’s no way that there’s that much space.

You even start to show him the field where animals such as sheep and cows roam and fill their bellies with the grass that grows so high that it tickles his ankles. Then, it’s on to the small forest that he saw from the front of the yard when he entered. It looks like it goes on for miles, but he can’t know for sure, at least not from here. He’d need a bird’s eye view to figure it out on his own. But, inside there are more animals, all of these being more of the undomesticated assortment. Deer, rabbits, snakes, frogs, birds, and so much more. Even so, they’re all so friendly with you. And, it’s then that he convinces himself you’re no mere human. No, you truly must be the goddess he initially believed you to be.

“I think we’ve done enough exploring for now. Lunch should be almost ready, would you like to eat something before heading home?” you ask. “And before you ask, I don’t mind. There’s more than enough to share. I’ve been working on a new bread recipe, and I think this one is it. It should be almost done baking, so while it cools we can cut up some stuff for sandwiches. I know it’s nothing special, but it’ll fill the hole in your stomach.”

He smiles, “No, it sounds perfect.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

Within minutes, you two have returned to the front of the property and have walked into the cottage. The sound of wind chimes and soft music fills the silence that has been lingering between the two of you. You walk across the floor, setting down the basket of fruits, vegetables, and herbs you’d collected while you were outside, and go to wash your hands. Tokoyami stands in the middle of the kitchen, looking around at the pots and pans hanging from the fixture attached to the ceiling while enjoying the smell of the freshly baked goodies that are causing his mouth to water. You pat your hands dry on the dish towel by the sink and take the bread out of the oven, setting it out on the cooling rack. “Are ham sandwiches okay?” you inquire, walking to the refrigerator.

“Yeah, those sound great.”

He watches as you pull a number of things from the refrigerator, starting with the ham and a variety of cheeses, as well as jars of what look like homemade condiments and pickled vegetables. “Alright, feel free to use whatever you like, if you want a certain type of fresh vegetable, feel free to cut it up or ask me for some of what I’m cutting,” you explain. “It’s free reign.”

“Thank you,” he replies, turning to find a number of things to put on his sandwich. He ends up cutting up some tomatoes, red onion, and shredding some carrots. By the time you finish preparing the things for your sandwiches, the bread has cooled enough for you to cut a few slices of it off.

You both eat your lunch and converse back and forth for a while. He tells you of his work and you tell him of your life here in the cottage. You tell one another about things that excite you and make you feel at peace with the world. You ask questions, and so does he. The entire conversation feels organic, like the two of you had known each other ages ago and are just trying to learn about the people you’ve become during your time apart. It’s refreshing, to say the least. It gives you both hope and a sense of wonder about moving into the future of your friendship.

By the end of your meals, you’ve both become proper friends. He helps you clean up before leaving. You walk him back to the gate, the sun already beginning to settle back below its highest point for the day, starting to make its descent back below the horizon. It’ll be another few hours before then, but it’s weird to think so much time has already passed. He stops and turns upon stepping beyond the gate and smiles. “Thank you for showing me around and for the delicious lunch. I think the bread recipe is a winner,” he says.

“I think so, too. I think the key was good company to share it with.”

He nods, “I’ll believe you. We should try and do this again, sometimes.”

“I’d love that!” you beam excitedly. “It all just depends on when you’ll see me again.”

“And, when will that be?”

You tilt your head and look up to the sky. “Either on another really good day or a really bad one,” you reason. “I guess we’ll find out when we find out.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

With that, Tokoyami takes his leave and heads on about the rest of his day before reporting in for his shift at the agency. As far as days go, this one turns out to be rather mundane. Only a few small-time villains doing silly crimes and the asinine process of filing paperwork on all of it when he gets back from the office. He tries to hurry through much of it, growing impatient in his efforts to make it back to his branch so that he may get a glimpse of that lovely cottage bathed in the moonlight.

But, when he returns, there’s no cottage to be seen. There are no gardens, no farm animals, no forest that he swore would go on for miles. All of it was gone. All that remains is a small plot of land next to the pond he used to sit and admire wholeheartedly. And, now, he can’t help but sit and look at it with disappointment sitting heavy in his chest. It doesn’t feel the same somehow. Yet, the moon still sings its tune and he tries to sing along.

In the days that follow, he didn’t get to return to his spot until after dark. With each visit, he would hope that the cottage would magically reappear, though he’s never surprised when it doesn’t. Maybe he’d dreamed it, perhaps it was never really there, to begin with. Is it possible he’d dreamt of you too?

No. That can’t be. He’d seen you, talked to you. You were as real as the air that he breathes. You were real, and he’d have to convince himself of that until he saw you again on a rainy day as you walked in a frazzled hurry just as you had the first night he saw you. He can see your eyes flickering around the city, taking in the sight of the buildings and the way that the rain cascades over everything in its wake, making all of it appear so dreary.

As he begins to approach you, he can hear you softly talking to yourself. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I can’t work today,” you murmur. He stops where he stands as you draw closer, and he can see the tear tracks staining your cheeks. It could be the rain, but with the upset expression on your face, it’s plain to see that that isn’t the case. Besides, when you’re whispering that you’re sorry for not being able to work, it’s only logical to assume that you’d be crying. “I’ll do better tomorrow. I have to do better tomorrow,” is the last thing he can hear clearly before you walk past, fading into the crowd of people and their umbrellas.

The words would haunt him until a week or so later when he’d finally get to return to his spot during the day. Unfortunately, the cottage is still missing, but in its place stands a Tudor-style home. Smoke billows from the chimney in large clouds of grey, and there you sit in the window. You’re curled up on a chair in a position that looks impossibly uncomfortable, but you look content, especially with your eyes trailing along the pages of a book. He squares his shoulders back and again he can feel that relief just like the first time.

He knocks on the door and it takes you a moment to answer the door. But when you do, you’re smiling again. The corners of your mouth are pulled from ear to ear and there even seems to be a slight glow about you. It’s intoxicating, your smile. He hasn’t stopped thinking about it since you last parted ways, especially after he came across you that day. It’s good to know that you’ve smiled since then. He clears his throat, prepared to speak, but you beat him to it. “Well, it looks like it a wonderful day is in store. Look who stopped by,” you chime. “I didn’t think I’d actually ever see you again.”

“Why’s that?” he asks.

You frown, your thoughts etched across your face. “Well, I don’t know. It was more a feeling, really. Not many people tend to figure out how I work well enough to see me twice, at least not in this form. Would you like to come in? I can make you some tea.”

“Of course,” he answers. “I’d love that.”

He follows you inside, and it already didn’t look like your home from the outside, and it certainly doesn’t inside either. The open concept that once characterized your home is gone now, replaced by clutter and tight halls. Even so, sunlight streams into the open space. Perfect little rivulets of warmth, comfort, and light filling the air and bringing life to your new home. You branch off into the kitchen as he wanders into the living room to see a fire roaring in your fireplace, and despite the summer heat, it feels perfect here. You walk back in a few minutes later, humming a soft tune as you set down two mugs of tea.

Tokoyami looks at you with wide eyes as he listens to your softly hummed tune. Why does it sound so familiar yet so different? He listens carefully and realizes one very important thing. It’s consistent, he can follow where it’s going. He can hum along. There’s no capriciousness or touch and go about it. No, for once, he can hear the moon’s soothing hymn, though something tells him he’s no longer listening for the moon.

You take your seat across from him, in the same chair you’d been sitting in when he arrived. The chair is covered in soft, plush blankets and fluffy pillows, which you make yourself comfortable with before reaching out for your book. “Y/N, can I ask you a question?” He asks.

You look up from the book you’d just opened and nod. “Anything. Think you’ll ask the right one?”

“I can only hope so.” He pauses, trying to think of exactly what it is he wants to ask. A certain thought gnaws at the back of his mind, carving out any logic that seems to have held him together all this time. Nothing about you is logical, he knows it. From your sudden appearance to the strange things you say, and tying all together with the house. He takes his tea and cups it in both hands before speaking again. “You aren’t human, are you? You’re something more than that.”

“Hm,” you manage. “That’s an interesting question. Why that one?”

He frowns. He knows why he chose that question, but how does he explain it without running the risk of sounding insane? What if it turns out that you’re just a very peculiar girl? He shakes his head, “It’s just a hunch.”

You giggle, the sound is magical. “Good hunch you’ve got there. No, I’m not human. But I’m not more than human, either. I just am.”

“So, what are you?” He asks.

“I think it’d be more fun to let you figure it out on your own,” you muse. “You’ve already gotten this far. I have no doubt you’ll get it in time.”

And as time passed, the stranger you became. Your home was different each time, each one reflecting more on the person you were that day. On days you were happy and feeling more in touch with yourself, it was a cottage, full of all the wonderful things he’d seen that first time. When you felt more cozy and relaxed, it was Tudor style. There were other homes for other moods too, something modern on your more eccentric and idea-filled days, Craftsman for your more productive days, and the Mediterranean for your more restless ones. He loved each of them, he loved how they always looked so different. He never grew tired of seeing what each day had in store.

Though there were days there would be no house at all. Those were the days he’d run into you in the strangest places doing the strangest things. They were also the days when you would be so distraught with whatever was going on that you wouldn’t even realize who he was when he’d approach you to ask if everything is okay. Those days always left an empty, sinking feeling inside of him, something akin to a black hole whose singularity is centered at his heart and eats him up entirely. He never likes to see you upset, but to be put in a position where he’s utterly helpless to you made it that much worse.

Tokoyami was falling more and more in love with who you were. A kind, caring soul who strives to nurture everything within your surroundings. You bring light and warmth to those around you. To be in your presence is most similar to being wrapped up in a blanket fresh out of the dryer. To be with you is to be safe and comfortable. Everything about you screams light and life, and he can’t help but find it ironic that he’s grown so fond of someone he considers to be the personification of light. To have always considered himself the personification of darkness and to find himself falling in love with the light in such a way is funny. What’s funnier is that he never thought about the fact that the two work wonderfully together.

He’d heard it thousands of times before, there can’t be light without the dark and the other way around. And though he’s never cared much for that sentiment as it separates the two, he finds himself approaching it differently these days. The two do not take from one another. They aren’t separate, not really. No, there’s always a fine point where the two blend together to create a strange sublime space, a place where they coincide and mingle. There in that space, the two mingle harmoniously, fingers intertwined to create a beautiful contrast as well as something so utterly harmonious that people seldom take the time to acknowledge it— so rarely acknowledged that there isn’t even a name for it.

He calls it heaven.

But, who would be so lucky as to find Heaven and get to keep it? Heaven is meant to be longed for, not to be fought for.

Yet, here he is. Perched on his branch, in the dark. He feels hollow, watching the moonlight dance, knowing that today you saw his face and had no clue who he was. You kept muttering about not doing enough, not being enough. Hearing it tore his heart to shreds. He knows the truth. He knows that what you do is more than enough. He knows that you’re always doing your best, even if you don’t, even if others don’t. He knows.

He looks up to the moon, a friend he’s known for a while. He knows it's been a while since he’s spoken, but he feels compelled to do so now. If not for himself, then for you. He inhales deeply before letting it all out and whispering his onesided conversation to himself, his prayer. “If there’s someone listening, I just want to ask one thing of you. Just, let me have this. I want to have this. She’s become everything to me, and I don’t want to imagine a life where we aren’t with one another all the time. I want her to love me on her good days and remember me on her bad ones. I want to love her through all of it and support her, too. I know, I know that I don’t talk much anymore. But, please, just let me have this. This one thing.”

Tokoyami falls silent after that, soaking up the still silence that he used to relish in. Even the moon’s soft sung hymn is nowhere within earshot, and somehow he’s okay with that. He’s come to associate it more with the sun anyway.

The sun.

That’s it.

You are the sun.

He’d spent so long wondering when you’d just let something slip and give it away that he never noticed all of the tell-tale signs that made it make sense. It all comes together when he thinks of the warmth and the light that radiates from you in neverending waves. It makes sense when he thinks about your bad days and how it’s always cloudy or raining, how there’s thunder that bellows from behind the clouds and lightning that brings more destruction than it does life. After being by your side for almost a year, he realizes how often you’d disappear sooner during the winter months and how moody you’d gotten during the turbulent spring. But the summer, that’s when you shine your brightest.

He should’ve known sooner. He should’ve known. Because, just as the moon had fallen in love with the water and all of its ripples and mysteries, Tokoyami had fallen in love with you and all of the little things that made you yourself.

He brings it up to you over tea one day. “Y/N. I think I finally figured it out,” he whispers.

“Oh, have you?” you smirk.

He nods. “I think so. It sounds silly, but I think you’re the sun. I think you’re the personification of the sun.”

He’d said it so plainly, almost as if it were a well-known fact. It wasn’t anything you could’ve ever seen coming, so of course, it took you back a few paces. No one has ever stuck around long enough to realize that there was anything any different about you at all, but he’d figured it out in a few weeks' time… and a little over a year later he got to the bottom of it. The mere thought brought tears to your eyes, but for the first time in a long time, they were happy tears. Tears that would nourish instead of destroying everything you’d worked so hard to protect. You could tell that it made Tokoyami somewhat uneasy, so you assured him. “I’m fine, really. I just never expected you to get it,” you cry.

“I’m right?”

“Yes, you’re right. Gods, goddesses, myths, legends, whatever you want to call them. Some of them hold truth. I’m not the way that I am mere because I decided to be or because of some quirk. No, I’ve been around since the beginning of time, and not once have I ever met a soul that could figure me out the way that you have,” you explain. “And, it is such a great feeling. Even my sister, she’s found many that loved her kindness and her inconsistencies enough to understand why they are there. But you, born of darkness so you say, have been the first to truly discover me, and for that… I thank you.”

“There’s no need to thank me. I’m honored that I have been the one to love you enough to understand,” he replies quietly. “And, I’ll continue to do so throughout the rest of this life and any other I may be given.”

You look up at him, from across the small table the two of you are sitting at. For almost a year, this table has felt like such a massive gap between the two of you. Certainly, the lack of knowledge has assisted in maintaining that gap, but with that out of the way, it feels so minuscule. He watches as you lean across the table, bringing each of your faces closer and closer together so that they’re only a few centimeters apart. Your hand cups his cheek and he melts into the touch, knowing that Heaven might be his after all. You smile and press a soft kiss to the tip of his beak. Tokoyami looks up at you, his heart racing erratically in his chest. He can’t believe that he’d be so lucky.

Even years later, he still can’t fathom how lucky he’d gotten. Though the house changes every day, he gets to call your home his own as well. On good days, he gets to love you devotedly, with every bit of his being. Bad days still happen, and he’s still distraught at the sight of seeing you hurting, but at least you remember him enough on those days that he can be there for you. On the in-between days, the two of you enjoy everything that life has to offer. He spends years admiring and cherishing the heaven that he’d found, worshipping a goddess that worships him all the same. He hopes to sing her praises in his next life and every life after that. And, as he ages, watching himself turn feeble and grey, he watches as you remain all the same. Just as beautiful as the day he’d first seen you, and just as bright. He knows he’ll find you, always. And, when he sits to think about the life you shared with one another, he can’t help but feel immensely grateful that he was the one that got to be sun-kissed.

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